"This whole world's wild at heart and weird on top"

Quote from Wild at Heart

He returned a few hours later, not making a sound. She wasn't there. «What a fucking asshole» he thought to himself. For the second time, since they met, he pushed her away, out of what? Out of not being able to keep it together in his own mind? Out of anger and disdain for watching her become something he hated in the last few months.

He knew she was pretending, so why did it affect him so much, and so suddenly?

He looked everywhere inside the house. For a moment he realized he left her unguarded, unprotected, she could have been caught, she could be dead right now and it would be on him. No, she knew better than that, right?

Panic hit him like a shot to the head and was starting to spread to the rest of his body as he quietly looked again for a sign of her presence. It was as if she had never been there, as if she never even had existed but in his imagination. He couldn't think straight, he was sweating, and then he heard the front door opening. In a reflex he took a gun from his belt and pointed. She was already pointing her gun back at him.

The cold look on her face changed into a mix of surprise and relief as she recognized him. She had some tools and a few wooden bars in her other hand. It looked like she was preparing to seal the house for the night.

She looked at him, like a deer hypnotized by light.

"I'm sorry" She said and she paused. Before he could say anything she said it again "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" He dropped his gun and walked over to her, grabbed her arms and pushed her to him, but she didn't let him speak. "I'm sorry" her voice started to tremble, and she was afraid that if she started to cry, this time, she wouldn't be able to ever stop again.

He looked devastated. He had dirt all over his face and his hands. He touched her right cheek with his thumb and left a trace of mud and sweat. «How can she be so clean? You shouldn't be near her you filthy bastard, you are tainting her». But he couldn't let her go and grabbed her face with both hands. Her arms had fallen along her body. She still had her belongings in her hands, and she couldn't stop talking "I swear, I never… I don't… I promise you that I don't…" but as she was shaking her head in denial she was not sure if she could continue to lie to him.

It took all her inner strength to pull herself together and talk: "Daryl, I swear to you that I didn't mean to…" He interrupted her: "Of course you didn't. How could you? I'm a beast Carol, it was all my fault, I shouldn't have left" he hissed. He should let her go, but he wanted her so badly; it was all he ever felt while he was out. A feeling that was tied up inside, but he had unleashed it and now it was growing like a snowball rolling down a mountain.

"No… no, no, no,… you're not a beast, don't say that. Daryl, you are… everything…" her voice was failing her, she was almost whispering now. "You are everything a woman should hope for in a man". She freed her hands and also held his face. They stood like that for a while, breathing hard.

"What are you talking about Carol? Ain't never no woman wanted me unless I had a dollar in my pocket to pay for her services. What's wrong with you? You're bored that's it? You're talking nonsense".

As he said those words in a low voice, so close to her, she caressed his mouth with her fingers ignoring what he said.

"Carol, I don't know how. I don't know how to be more…"

"I know, and I'm sorry. I don't want you to think that I'm an old hag looking for comfort in the arms of the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks" she smiled, so close to him. "Stop" he said and chuckled.

They held each other in a cleansing embrace, that put it all back together, their special bond. But the embrace soon turned into something more intense. She stopped feeling it's redeeming qualities and started feeling his body against hers. They looked into each other's eyes, and then, she kissed him.

She kissed him slowly and tenderly, like there was nothing else in the world other than his lips. He tasted divine. He smelled divine.

He tasted like mint and tobacco and smelled like the rain. She never thought of a man in that way. Ed always smelled like alcohol and other women. She used to try to forget herself when he satisfied his lust using her body (fucking, beating or both).

Daryl's hands felt big and warm on her nape, pressing her to him. He deepened the kiss with an emergency of someone who was trying to find some breathing air. It made her forget everything else. He kissed her quickly and voraciously. Her lips, her tongue, her eyes, her ears, her neck. He wanted her. He couldn't stop wanting her.

He pressed his body into hers, as if he wanted to climb inside. She lost balance and he held her, laying her down on the floor. He took a deep look at her for a moment. Her eyes were drowsy, like she was inebriated. Her lips were swollen and red because he had kissed her so hard… "Did I hurt you?" He started to panic… "I don't want to hurt you Carol, I don't!"

She shushed him, and she climbed on top of him. Feeling his warmth and his hardness between her legs. Right there, were the desire hit her so hard it burned on her insides. "You didn't hurt me Daryl. It feels so good. You feel so good". As she said that, she instinctively grinded against him. She felt a fire building in her belly, and that was something she had never felt before.

She had had orgasms, when she pleasured herself. But never had she felt the intense necessity of having someone inside her. She needed him inside her. She couldn't help grinding a little bit more, and he groaned painfully as he grabbed her buttocks. He fidgeted nervously on her waistband trying to release her of her trousers. She stood up very quickly, clumsily took of her boots, trousers and panties.

He observed her in pure awe. She was very thin, but still had the roundness and the milky beauty of those painted women he once saw in a magazine about art, that he had found in a box that belonged to his mother, many years back.

She sat on top of him again, and kissed his mouth very gently, and his cheeks, and his neck, while caressing his face. He felt tightness in his chest and it made him tipsy. He stopped touching her; he just laid there savoring what she had to offer him, all her tender warmth.

She unfastened his belt and undid his trousers, took him in her hands and put him there where she needed him, breaching her only a little bit. She had to stop and gasped. She looked at him for support and he stared at her, dead serious. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance, and took him whole inside her. Just one movement that left them both breathless and still.

He couldn't think. He couldn't move. He felt like he was losing control. She started moving, slowly, feeling his whole length back and forth. She felt him filling her, hitting her deep and she continued to slow dance to a slow rhythm in a slow motion ride, closing her eyes while whispering his name. Suddenly, too soon, she came apart around him as she made a long moaning sound in the back of her throat

With her release, he felt he was going to fall into the abyss. He grabbed her by her waist, and pushed her against him, while he lifted his head to shout a silent cry as he emptied himself inside her.