A/N: Here's a big ole warning for every one.

This is going to be an OOC and filthy story, I'm just warning you. It is fiction and I do not condone nor endorse any of the behaviors. Please don't read if you won't be entertained by seeing our favorite couple in an out of character situation. I write AU so I can do this. Because that's my thing, if it isn't yours don't say I didn't warn you.

I can't help it if my brain thinks all this stuff and I have a ff bff that eggs me on all the time.

He had been watching the woman in the blue backless dress all night. She wore silver shoes with it that had to be four inches high. He had a weakness for high heels, always did. He really didn't know much about fetishes, but he was pretty sure he had one, for high heeled shoes or even better, boots.

He wasn't a boot licker or anything like that, he just loved the way a woman's legs looked in high heels. He loved to watch them walk in them or better wrap their legs around him with them on.

This dress was the stuff dreams were made of. It was held up by two thin chains, real chains, silver, like the shoes. Short and sexy and it was backless, and it left a little gap where he could almost see down to her underwear. But it didn't look like she had any on. Which was hot as fuck to him. Nothing left to the imagination there, not much at all.

She didn't just have fuck me pumps on, that was a fuck me dress too.

Presently the bartender was chatting her up, but he would get a turn. He had seen her heading to the bar so he excused himself from the boring conversation he was having with Sasha's brother Tyreese. He got there just before she did, by taking a short cut that obviously she didn't know.

Everyone knew this hotel, it was the fanciest one in town. Everyone got married here, himself included, but this woman clearly wasn't from around here. She didn't know which door got you to the bar the fastest.

He worked with Bob, who was the groom, but he knew Sasha, the bride too. He wondered who she knew because he had never seen her before. If he had, he would have made a point to find out who she was.

Marina wasn't here tonight, she faked a migraine, so she could stay home. He knew she was lying. He was pretty sure she was cheating. Probably right now she was phone sexing her boyfriend or something.

He didn't care, and hadn't for a long time.

The woman wore a wedding ring and he didn't care about that either. He wore one too, didn't mean shit.

The bartender pointed to him and said to her. "That guy is drinking Rye and Ginger too, I never get asked to make that, and now two of you."

She turned to put a dollar bill in the tip jar and finally she met his eyes. Her eyes were deep blue, like that fucking dress. She really knew how to work it.

"Who drinks them in your family?" She asked him as she sat down next to him.

He didn't answer he was busy thinking of reaching down the back of that dress. How her skin might feel under his hands. How it would look around her waist if she was bent over, say in the bathroom twenty feet away from them.

"Hey, did you hear me? Who…."

Because even she knew nobody drank them anymore unless someone in their life drank them prior, it just wasn't a popular drink.

"My Mom did. "He answered, trying not to look guilty about what he had just been thinking. Not that he was sorry, because he wasn't.

She smiled at him and her eyes sparkled.

"You?" He asked.

"Hmm?" She looked surprised he was still talking to her.

"Who in your family?"

"Oh." She said. "My father. He's gone now."

"You aint from around here."

"Nope, just got here, my husband took a transfer." She said.

She didn't look happy at all about that. The night was young though, he thought to himself. Maybe he could make her smile. Maybe she could make him smile.

"So who do you know, the bride or the groom?" He asked. "Or does he know them?"

"Neither, he works with Bob and his pager just went off, he's on call for Bob."

"I work with Bob, who's your husband Ed, the new ER Doc?" He asked.

This dick left his wife at a wedding where she didn't know anyone. His hot as fuck wife, some doctors were so stupid.

Well, he deserved what he got as far as Daryl was concerned.

Kind of like Marina his whoring wife.

She nodded, Daryl smiled to himself, and he had seen Ed leave when he got his page. Daryl was a Paramedic at the same hospital, he knew the new guy, and he wasn't impressed. He thought he was better than everyone because he came from Beth Israel Hospital in New York. He was some fancy Ivy League prick. His wife didn't seem that way, but what else was new. People were in mismatched marriages all over the world. Her husband was kind of a douche at work, he wondered how he was at home. Probably the same.

Even if he was impressed by him, it wouldn't stop him from trying to fuck his wife. She was hot. He shouldn't have had so much to drink, he wasn't that guy, not really. He wasn't an angel, not by any means, the only wings he had were on the vest he wore when he rode his bike. But all of the sudden he was thinking like that guy. Since he saw her in that blue dress.

"Well, what's your name sweetheart, can I buy you another drink?"

She shook her head and started to stand up,

"I'm going to call a cab and just go home."

He looked up at her and put his hand over her's and rubbed her knuckles softly. He was a bold one, she thought to herself.

"Don't break my heart, I don't even know your name." He said quirking a little smile at her, showing his dimples which he knew was a lady killer. Even Marina said that and she never had anything to say besides where'd the credit card.

"Carol, I'm Carol." She said.

He took her hand and kissed it looking up at her through his lashes. Now he was working it. She was surprised that he did that, but she smiled. He was working it for sure, not taking his eyes from hers. He had a smoldering stare that could light the g string she was wearing on fire.

Men flirted with her a lot, she was used to beating them off with a stick. They didn't care if you were married anymore. A few years ago, it was taboo, now it was actually convenient.

If both people had something to lose, no one was running their mouth around town.

She might know something about that. It looked like he did too.

This was a small town, they would have to be very careful.

"I'm Daryl."

He moved his lips down to her fingertips and kissed them too, still not taking his eyes from hers.

"Isn't that something?" He said. "They rhyme."