A/N – This is a one-shot. I wanted to do a romantic scene between these two without being graphic, but still have it feel intense. I'm hoping that I've rated it okay. Please correct me if I haven't. The only questionable word (I think) might be "breast" but I figure it's an anatomical body part and a fairly innocent one at that so screw it, I left it in there. There's half a curse word in there too, but I've read T ratings with swears before so I think it's probably fine. Anyway. I hope you like! Please read and review as I love reviews! And I thank you in advance for your thoughts and opinions on this. Thank you!
"I don't need you, Daryl Dixon," she said, trying to get around him into the kitchen of the RV. "Tha' so?" He growled, turning into her, blocking her ability to move, his whole body suddenly in her space. The smell of sweat, and grass, and dirt filling her nose. And something else. Bourbon? On his breath. He was so close, too close. Her back was pinned against the wall and she arched, raised her chin so that she could look up at him, refusing to look away from his gaze. She glared. The last words he'd spoken to her a few nights ago had been harsh and they rang in her ears, "Jus' go. I don't wan' ya 'ere… ya ain't my pr'blem… All ya had to do was keep an eye on 'er!" He'd made his point perfectly clear as far as she was concerned. He wanted nothing to do with her. And it didn't matter what she'd wanted. In the end he'd done what she'd asked anyway. He didn't pull away from the group… just her. And she told herself that she didn't care.
And then he'd come waltzing in the RV, the night after an all-day hunt, like only Daryl Dixon could waltz in to a place, all silent, and sturdy, and refusing to get out of her way. The man was relentless. And infuriating. And seemingly, a little drunk. Who did he think he was? And where'd he get the bourbon? Wasn't it just like Daryl not to share with the rest of the group? Typical.
His usual clear blue-green eyes had turned milky as he watched her. His hand went to her chin, lightly touched the skin there and then traveled down. His calloused fingers skimmed across her skin. Down her neck, across her collarbone, down the inside of her arm, just grazing the swell of her breast beneath the fabric of her shirt, until it was gone, the spot where it last touched agonizing for its presence again. She hadn't known her eyes were closed until she opened them to his sarcastic smile. "D'ya need m' now?"
She gritted her teeth. The man was maddening. Hot and cold. Pushing her away, pulling her close. She shook her head to him, kept her eyes on him though. "I don't need you. And I don't want you." There was a dare in her eyes.
And then his mouth was on hers. His hand was running across her head, through her hair, unafraid of its shortness, but instead embracing it. A chill licked down her spine, as his hand moved down the back of her head, to the back of her neck. He gripped her there. His greedy, surprisingly soft lips, pulling at hers, his own tongue in her mouth and corralling hers until it followed willingly into his mouth, and he sucked… oh God, he sucked, swirling his tongue around hers, and then pulling back, biting her bottom lip. Her face followed him as he pulled away, her body clearly craving more even as her mind tried to resist.
"H'w bout now?" His eyes sparkled. "Now I need you even less," she said softly, a lie even to her own ears, but she'd be damned if he'd do this to her. He moved closer, not even an inch between them, and the wall was cold against her back. He leaned in and his lips lightly touched against her cheek, right by the corner of her mouth. "Yer a liar, woman, and a sh'tty one at tha'." His lips fluttered down her face, and unwittingly her head tilted back as he kissed down her neck, softly, his touch electrifying against her skin.
"Why are you doing this?," she said. But his answer was to kiss her again, and this time her lips were as rough on his as his had been on hers just mere moments ago. And she was the one seeking out his tongue, biting at his lip, and then her mouth traveling hot down his neck, leaving a warm trail of wet kisses. Their bodies melded together, her back tender from the tension of the wall against her. She was warm, she wanted this, she needed this. One of his legs was between hers, leaning in, and she wrapped one calf around his own tight leg. His chest against hers, his muscles tight and hard, one of her hands grasping a bicep, flexed and warm beneath her touch. He groaned, and grasped her. Pulled her up to wrap her legs around his waist, and then he was moving backwards, turning and placing her gently on the bed. Placing himself down upon her so that their bodies were as one, fitting perfectly together. A key made flawlessly for a lock. His eyes were open and locked on hers as they kissed, his hands traveling along her body, leaving a trail of tingling as her body opened to the idea of him. He lifted her shirt over her head and stopped to admire the flesh there. His hands were tireless as he caressed her, lingering in places, and then moving along to have touched more of her. His lips were as insatiable as hers.
As he kissed the bare skin on her stomach, she whispered the question again, "why are you doing this?" And his response was so quiet she might have imagined it – "yer all I ev'r want'd, Carol, yer all I could ev'r want." And then her mind was lost in the oblivion of the moment.