Ready some some steamy action? kinda a shorter chapter

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And it was a good night, a very good night. After they ran out of quarters they finished their beers, poured another and played some darts. Neither of then were very good but they cheered each other on between gulps of beer. Daryl felt himself becoming more and more comfortable, maybe partly because of the beer, but also because that smile of Carol was melting him like butter.

"I swear, there is something I'm doing wrong," Carol laughed, another dart of hers failed to land on the board.

"Here, It's all about the follow through," Daryl tried to demonstrate with his own arm. Carol watched him and tried to mimic his motions, "And it's about the arm too, use your wrist not your arm," he found himself moving her arms in the motion he was talking about. his rough, callused hands against her smooth arm. His eyes flicked to her face and he could see she was nervous as well, "Relax your shoulders," he placed his hands on her shoulders, positioning her correctly in front of the board, Carol did hit the board this time and gave Daryl a broad smile.

"you're a good teacher," Carol complimented, Daryl rubbed his neck due to her nerves.

"Yeah, well darts ain't too hard to understand," They drank the rest of their pitcher at the bar, their stools close together and their smiles inches apart as they talked and joked. As they drank more their laughs got louder and Daryl found himself putting his hand on her shoulder and bringing her closer to him. She never once pulled away, she did though, give him some fluttering eyelashes. Was she actually flirting with him too? She placed a hand on his thigh when Daryl was midway through a story. It was official, Carol was into it. They decided to call it after they finished the pitcher, the bartender joked that they were too old to be acting like they were in their twenties. Daryl waved the bartender off as they made their way out of the bar, his arm draped around Carols shoulders. Carol had paid the bill, but Daryl didn't mind in the slightest. It was just another excuse for Daryl to pay her back by taking her out again.

"Next time I'm buying," Daryl stated as they approached the van, he made his way around to the passenger side and swung open the door. He swayed a bit when he hopped in, he was glad Carol was driving. She looked more sober than he was.

"Whatever you say," Carol smiled at him from the drivers seat, her eyes half lidded, "can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"Course."

"Would it be okay if I kissed you?" Daryl was taken aback as she leaned towards him.

"I mean- What about-" Daryl cut himself off, he was too drunk to care, "if you wanna," she nodded her head slowly and reached her hands to grab Daryl's neck and pull him to her. He could feel her body quiver as she kissed him, he pulled her closer, gripping her at her waist. The kiss deepened and Daryl's hands traveled to the back of her head. He ran his fingers through her short hair, never wanting to end this kiss with Carol. Carol was all but moaning, Daryl broke the kiss and planted a few down her neck as she tilted her head back, "Damn," Daryl whispered between kissed, "so fucking sexy," his hands drifted down her waist and cupped her butt and lifted her closer to him. They continued to makeout for a couple more minutes before Carol suggested she take him home for the night.

"Yeah, guess we should head home," Daryl sat back in his seat, trying to adjust himself so she wouldn't know how hard he was. Carol started up the van and pulled out of the parking lot, Daryl directed her to his apartment. As they pulled into the apartment parking lot Carol turned to face Daryl, biting her lip in worry, "well this is it," Daryl didn't know what to say, should he invite her up? Should he kiss her more? they unbuckled their seat belts.

"Yup," She turned to him, her eyes showing her anxiety clearly, "do you- do you think less of me?"

"Fer what?"

" I mean-," She hesitated, "this isn't exactly right, I don't want to get you into anything you don't wanna be in," Daryl could thing of something he really did want to be in, and it seemed pretty damn right in his mind.

"I'm fine with it," he shrugged, "it's you that I'm worried about, Ed doesn't seem to have a gentle touch," Carol winced at the thought.

"I want to keep doing this."

"Then lets keep doing this," Daryl was the one to lean for her this time, she went limp in his arms as he pulled her in for another deep kiss. Carol was pressed against the cool glass of the window and their breathing was ragged, "lets do this as often as you can," Carol smiled under his kiss, her legs spread for him as he pulled her against his body, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. He wanted to fuck her right then and there, but he knew they were drunk and it wasn't the right time. He grinded into her a few times, Carol moaned like she wanted more but Daryl pulled away.

"You free this weekend? like, Saturday?" Carol nodded, "um, we could do something."

"Like what?" Carol asked, getting her clothing back in order.

"You could come over? We could order takeout or something," Carol nodded at the idea, "but, how about I pick you up, don't need people seeing your van here."

"I guess you're right," Daryl was starting to make his way out of the vehicle, "here's my cell number," she handed over a piece of paper with her number scrawled on it, "give me a call tomorrow and we can talk more about it," Daryl nodded in response.

"Will do," Daryl gave her a small smile as he closed the door, they waved to each other before Carol pulled the van out of the parking lot. Daryl rifled through his pocket for the keys to his apartment as he made his way up the cement steps. His apartment was dark and cold, he turned the lights on and automatically got undressed and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. he flug his dirty clothes into the hamper. His mind was still racing, what would they do tomorrow? She would be in his apartment, alone, they might end up fooling around. Did Daryl even have condoms? He couldn't remember the last time he had bought any, he would have to stop by the store tomorrow to pick some up. Once in bed Daryl actually didn't find it hard to fall asleep, Saturday couldn't come fast enough.

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"Carol?" Daryl asked into the phone, he called the number she wrote for him. It had taken him a bit to build up enough courage to even make the call. He was in the back room of the shop, away from Merle and away from Merle's banter.

"Hey Daryl," she replied happily on the other line.

"You at work?"

"Yeah, just finishing up some paperwork in my office. Did you decide on a time for Saturday?"

"I could pick you up at 5:30? Would you be home from work by then?" Daryl asked, he leaned back against the shelves, his hand rubbing his neck as he looked at the cement floor.

"I'll be home by then," she added, there was a pause, "so, what are you wearing?" Daryl laughed hard at that.

"Some old jeans with about ten holes in them and a t-shirt," Daryl played along, a grin staying on his face, "and, boots I guess? Very sexy, I know," Carol laughed that time.

"You know, last night was a great time," Carol mused, "but when I got home my vibrator didn't seem to get the job done well enough," Daryl almost fell over, what the fuck was she doing? He raced over to the door to lock it, no need for Merle to walk in and see that Daryl was getting hard talking on the phone.

"That so?" Daryl rubbed himself through his jeans, "bet I know somethin' that could get the job done perfectly."

"Glad I'm in my office alone," Carols voice was soft and low, "I'm already getting wet thinking about how you were all over me in the van," Daryl wanted to whip his dick out so badly, but there was nothing in the damn room to clean up after himself.

"God Carol," He rubbed harder, wishing she was there.

"The way you grinded into me-" she cut herself off, he could hear her chair creak through the phone. Would she be fingering herself at work? the though made Daryl even harder, "let's just say I'm very excited about Saturday night."

"Same here," Daryl said in a strained voice.

"See you then," Daryl said goodbye and they hung up after that. Daryl all but ran to the bathroom, avoiding Merle at all costs. He came in the sink, so hard it almost hurt. He looked at himself in the mirror and a most felt shame, but Carol knew what she was doing to him dammit. he leaned back against the cool tile of the wall, trying to calm down before walking back out into the shop.