AN: "Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most." Although, we're not talking about minds here, I kind of think I have lost mine. I haven't a clue what this is, but I thought I should share it. I blame my editor for allowing me to make awesome jokes with her as we unwind from the week's episode.
Enjoy.
-Shazzy
-Of All The Things I've Lost...-
They were a hot tangle of flesh against flesh, of arms and legs. Bodies were pressed together, breath mingled. There were kisses, and lips and tongues. Teeth and nails bit into flesh and fingers entwined in hair and against gentle curves and firm muscles. Backs arched and chests heaved with exertion.
And just as quickly as it had started, it was over.
She sat up first, eyebrow arched and a frown playing against her bruised lips. She placed a gentle kiss against his temple before she got up and pulled her clothes on quickly.
He rolled over, watching her as she dressed meticulously, making sure every fold of her clothing was back in it's proper place. He frowned, furrowing his brow as she walked away wordlessly.
He didn't even have time to get up before she stopped in the doorway of the cell, her body almost framed by the door and creating an amazingly appealing silhouette that stirred things back into hyper awareness.
"What..." He muttered, confused and hurt.
She gave him that damned teasing grin, though behind her eyes he could see the disappointment.
"I hate to break it to you," Carol crooned, her voice barely above a whisper as she peered at Daryl's spent and naked body. "But if that was it? I have to admit that I'm really gonna be missing my vibrator 'round here."