This is going to be a series of one shots. I'm open to suggestions/prompts if they go along with the theme. Cougar Carol/Younger Daryl. Sounds simple enough. I hope you all enjoy.
Groaning to himself when he got to the doors and seen the closed sign. He let his forehead thump against them and huffed a breath out. Rattling the door briefly he pushed back and looked at his watch. Ten minutes. He was late by ten minutes and now was going to have to drive back across town just to get into the campus library. That likely wouldn't even have the book he'd want.
He turned to jog back down the steps when he heard the metallic click. Looking over his shoulder he paused as the door swung open. He smiled slightly at his luck and turned with pleading eyes. He was met with a smile and a raised brow.
"There a reason you're out here shaking the doors this late at night?"
Daryl cleared his throat, feeling his face heat up. He shifted slightly and came back up the steps. "Didn't realize how late it'd gotten."
A smile graced her face and she pushed the door wide for him. She motioned him and Daryl stepped past her. It was his luck she was working tonight. If it'd been any of the other workers here he'd be shit out of luck. Carol always had a ready smile for everyone and didn't care a bit to help.
Carol bit her lip when she seen him jogging down the steps. She should feel like a pervert for her thoughts but that feeling had yet to come. She'd been waiting since the first day she'd seen him but still nothing. He had the energy of someone who could be seventeen but the body of a man. A body that she'd found herself thinking about more and more.
When he stepped past her barely brushing against her she felt her body heat up. He smiled at her and that feeling intensified. How was someone like him even worrying about books on a Friday night? Shouldn't he have a dozen girls hanging off him?
"Need any help?"
Carol walked silently towards where he'd disappeared after locking the doors back. They were closed after all. She didn't mind really staying late for him. Carol came to the aisle he was on and swallowed. He was stretching and his shirt wasn't riding up. How was he exactly?
Carol cleared her throat and Daryl jerked causing a couple books to fall. His eyes went to her wide and he flushed. Carol grinned at him and he started grabbing the books mumbling apologies. Carol waved it away and laughed.
"It's fine Daryl." Her eyes lingered over him and he flushed even more. "Find everything you need?" Was that a purr in her voice? Carol smiled again.
Daryl's eyes shot to her and he nodded. Carol checked his books out and watched as his eyes kept going to her. It was endearing in his own awkward way. He thanked her as they walked to the door and she let him out. She silently exited behind him watching as he jogged down the steps again and walking straight for a bike. She felt her blood heat as he swung his leg over.
He leaned down pulling a leather jacket out of a saddle bag and then put his book there. He looked up the same time he pulled the jacket on and Carol waved at him. She walked to her car but all the while was aware of him. He was walking his bike backwards out of the spot seconds before he kick started it and was taking off leaving her behind.
Daryl threw his head back and groaned. It was the eighth time this month he was late returning a book. Carol was eventually going to get tired of his shit and stop letting him even get any. If his roommate wasn't such a fucktard then it wouldn't be so bad but he had the habit of misplacing everything Daryl owned.
"Are you going to keep groaning like that?"
Daryl turned his head and groaned louder. Shane chuckled and sprawled over his bed. "Dick."
"I don't know why you're so fucking worried." Shane argued, "I've been banned from the goddamn library. That woman don't give a fuck if your shits late, believe me."
"Shut the hell up. Not this shit again." Daryl groused rocking forward so his chair was finally even. "You think with your dick too much."
"And you don't enough." Shane laughed waggling his brows. "She's a hot older woman, Daryl. She wants it."
"She wants her books." Daryl looked at the stack of them on his desk. He grimaced and grabbed his keys.
Shane glowered at him, "You know Merle agrees with me."
"That's because Merle believes that any given woman within a mile radius of him wants his dick."
Shane barked out a laugh, "Well in this case we both agree that Carol is more interested in what you've got than an old stack of dusty books. Merle hit on her remember. She recoiled like she'd been shot." Daryl grinned at the memory as Shane went on. "Nope that day her eyes were all over your prude ass. I don't fucking get it. You have girls here hitting on you and a goddamn cougar. Are you fucking the dean too?"
Daryl looked up at him as he grabbed the books, "Are your running your mouth because someone accused you and Rick of fucking each other?"
"I hate you. If I was going to start fucking a guy I'd at least find one that didn't whine like he'd been throat punched and could cook." Shane stated, "If you pass up another chance with your cougar then I'm going to try and hit it."
"You're banned Shane. She personally banned you." Daryl deadpanned but Shane just leered.
Daryl felt irritation flair to life at the thought of Shane hitting on Carol. Not that he had a claim on her but it didn't matter. He walked out the door ignoring Shane calling for him. He just barely made it before closing and slid through the door seconds before she could grab it. He smiled at her and held the books up at her as a peace offering. Carol huffed at him but otherwise let him stay. She locked the door, the sound causing hair to raise on the back of his neck.
Shane's words were running through his head and he let his eyes go to her. Carol was grabbing a few things that'd been left out. She wasn't looking at him already use to his standoffish nature. She looked the definition of a librarian and he knew that Shane and Merle both were fooling themselves. Sure Carol was hot as fuck but she was way to sweet to be checking him out. She was likely married and just being nice. Besides she was older than him, what reason would she have of being interested in him?
He slid the books onto the counter and Carol looked over. He flushed and cussed Shane in his head. Thanks to his friend now he had terrible scenarios running in his head. Ones that would no doubt get him slapped from this woman.
"Having a rough semester?" Carol questioned as she started towards him. "You're running late more and more."
Daryl chuckled and fiddled with his jacket zipper. Carol's eyes dropped to his hands and he watched as her eyes darkened.
"Teachers just giving more work." He cleared his throat.
Carol hummed and he suddenly wish he wasn't in here. His eyes were straying further and further where they didn't need to. Carol looked up at him and smiled.
"Do you want some?"
He stared at her wide eyes and his eyes dropped of their own accord to her breast. He licked his lips and struggled to find something to say.
Carol came around the counter and eyed him. Her hand went to his forehead and she frowned, "Are you feeling alright? You're all flushed and you feel warm."
He laughed and it sounded off even to him. Carol stared at him for a second and he swallowed thickly. When Carol's hand still hovered over his forehead and her eyes stared so intently at him he stumbled backwards. Just as he thought distance from her to soft hands was going to be a good thing he caught the heel of his boot on the edge of the table leg behind him and stumbled. He swore under his breath and fell hard.
"DARYL!" Carol gasped.
Daryl laid on the ground wishing it'd swallow him up. He closed his eyes and hated his brother and Shane even more. Of course those two jackasses would make him a nervous wreck around the one woman who already made him nervous. Carol was at least thirty and was every bit the dirty day dreams he'd had growing up. Fuck even now.
"Are you okay?" Carol questioned.
His eyes snapped open when he felt her hand touch his chest. He cleared his throat and nodded. Carol smiled at him and suddenly laughed. He blushed and scowled at her and she tried to apologize but just laughed again.
"You're a real jerk Carol." He muttered pushing himself up.
A deep groan rolled out of his chest and Carol stared at him. That sound had her thighs threatening to clench. He looked up at her red faced and shook his head. He rubbed his head and Carol moved closer to him. Maybe it was dirty of her but she took advantage of the moment and leaned into him. His sharp intake of breath made her smile as she ran her hand through his hair checking for blood.
When she leaned back she didn't move far. He looked up at her again and she watched as his teeth sunk into his lip. His eyes were darker and he wasn't shying away like he usually done when she teased him. Taking a chance she closed the gap between them and he grunted. Carol smiled when his lips parted and she swung her leg over his lap straddling him suddenly.
He leaned back the second she was in his lap and eyed her. His eyes were wide and so bright blue that she was sure that it was a trick of mind. His chest was rising and falling way too fast to be normal.
"Carol?"
Carol shushed him and leaned back into him. If she thought that itch that was Daryl Dixon was going to go away once it'd been scratched she was wrong. So wrong. If anything the feel of his rough stubble against her face as he kissed her back only made her want more. His hands on her hips dragging her into him more.
Carol leaned back and panted. Standing up she jerked him to his feet. He followed her easily and she lead him around to the back where atleast someone that was just walking by wouldn't see them right in the middle of the floor. When the door swung shut behind them Carol shoved him towards the desk. He set heavily, his eyes trained on her and he smirked. His hair was mussed but Carol just started stripping. She wasn't some little eighteen year old girl playing grown up. She knew exactly what she wanted.
"Strip." Carol ordered.
Daryl's eyes widened like he didn't expect her to talk to him that way. Maybe he didn't. He was use to the girls that were at school with him. That was what they were too, little girls throwing them at guys and having no clue that they set on a gold mine. Shrugging her shirt from her shoulders Carol watched as Daryl's fingers worked on the buttons of his own shirt. When he shrugged it off Carol licked her lips unable to wait for him.
Carol pushed his hands away from his own belt and jerked it open. Daryl grunted when she jerked his belt through the loops. His Jeans slid down his hips obscenely and Carol felt her breathing pick up. How could someone look like he did and be single?
Carol finished undressing and again pushed Daryl onto the desk. She could tell he wasn't use to not be in control and she smiled to herself as she took over. Carol eyed the couch over his shoulder and directed him there as his mouth skimmed down her throat. When he set back heavily she motioned to his boxers and he flushed.
"Off." Carol purred stepping closer to him.
He lifted his hips and Carol whipped them down his legs before he could so much as move. He looked up at her wide eyed but she straddled his hips.
"Can I tell you something Daryl?" Carol leaned in taking a deep breath and kissing up his throat. He nodded shakily and his hands went to her hips steadying her over him. Carol ground down into him and felt his body jerk at the contact. "I've wanted to ride you every since I seen you on your bike."
Daryl groaned and his head fell back as she bit along his collar bones. Carol slid her hand between them and lined him up with her. His eyes met hers and she sunk down on him. Her breathing hitched and her mouth dropped open. Yeah, she didn't understand how he was a bit single.
Carol leaned back planting her hands on his knees and started rolling her hips. Daryl thrust up into her and Carol nodded frantically.
"Harder." She ordered.
He complied just like she knew he would. Carol leaned up and shoved him knocking him back further and she moved. He was panting watching her and Carol turned her back to him but moved back to straddled him. Planting her hands on the couch and looking over her shoulder she watched him closely as she started to move. His eyes dropped to her ass and she moaned as his rough hand gripped her ass and the other on her hip. He was watching between them intently and encouraging her.
Carol's pace picked up and he groaned his eyes still locked on her completely. She was close and started getting rougher with him. He growled and she slapped at his leg at the sound. He caught her around the ribs and spun her in his lap startling her. He flipped them and Carol found herself pinned below him her knees pressing into her chest as he jerked her hips upwards angling her. When he sunk back into her it was too much, he pressed into her deeper, harder and more full than before and Carol cried out.
Her nails dug into his thighs and and hips, the only places she could reach on him. He didn't slow down but instead kept driving into her harder and harder. His hand went between them when she seen his muscles start tensing and his jaw clench. Carol shook her head at him trying to swat his hands away but the position he had her in left her at hi mercy. He was going to wrench another orgasm from her whether she wanted it or not.
"Give it to me." He demanded.
Carol nodded tears slipping from the corners of her eyes at the intense feeling building. His hand spanned from her lower stomach and down. He was working her clit furiously and pressing into her stomach. When it hit she bowed off the couch and cried out loudly, her voice breaking and giving out.
She felt him follow her seconds later and his weight slump against hers as his hips jerked into her. He let her legs go finally and Carol let them fall wide and pulled him down into her more. He groaned at the contact but she slid her hand down his back and up into his hair holding him in place.
She felt him chuckle and raised a brow. "What's so funny?"
He barely shook his head, "Shane and my brother were right."
Carol arched a brow and pushed on his shoulder. He raised up and looked at her. He was flushed, sweaty, and his hair was a wreck. He had a deep purple hickey forming on his throat and Carol felt her body warm at the sight.
"You're a cougar."
Carol scowled at him and he set back suddenly and snorted again. He pointed to his side and hips. He was clawed up. Carol laughed then at his face and pointed look.