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Carol woke up laughing. She had no idea why, but when she opened her eyes, it was the dead of night, and tears were running down her face. Between gasps for air, she figured something in her dream had made her laugh and now she simply couldn't stop. The short haired woman hurriedly grabbed a handful of blanket and stuffed it in her mouth, desperate to stop the loud noise before someone woke up. Mainly, the man sleeping beside her.
"Carol?" Daryl murmured sleepily. "You ok?" Damn it, she had woken him up. Somehow, his question only made Carol laugh harder.
Daryl rolled over to face her as she shook with hysteria, his expression confused and his eyes still heavy with sleep. "What're you laughing at, woman?" She shook her head wordlessly, not able to communicate even if she knew why she was laughing. Pushing himself up on his forearms, the redneck considered her as she rolled so her face was in the pillow to further block out the sound, her sides hurting but unable to stop.
Daryl's voice dropped an octave, becoming husky. "Carol?" he whispered, his warm, calloused fingers skimming up and down her arm. Normally, this would have been where Carol would have turned things R-rated, but in that moment, the only thing it did was spur on her laughter.
Frowning, Daryl watched her for a moment more before suddenly grabbing her and rolling her underneath him, careful not to crush her under the weight of his body. He rested his forehead against hers, lips pressing down on hers gently in a hint of what was to come.
Carol was silent for a moment, the laughter stolen from her by lust as blue met blue.
And then she started to shake.
She quickly stuffed a fist in her mouth to keep from waking the others. Daryl grinned. He chuckled. Soon they were both full on laughing, his head buried in her stomach to keep from anyone hearing, more from embarrassment than him being worried about waking anyone. They laughed for what seemed like hours but in reality was only minutes, laughed until their sides and mouths hurt, and then all at once, it stopped.
And that's when Carol noticed Daryl's body pressing down on hers lightly, wearing nothing but boxers.
It also happened to be the exact moment that Daryl realised just how lovely Carol was, and just how vulnerable she was, trapped underneath him, in his embrace.
Laughter was left behind for passion, and neither spoke another word that night.
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