He wasn't letting her get away that easy.
She slid quickly past him only to have him grab her by the hips and spin her back around to face him.
"And where d'ya think you're goin'?" he growled lowly.
They were both relentlessly taunting each other, willing to push it as far as needed before one of them gave in and kissed the fuck out of the other.
It was inevitable it was going to happen, there was no going back.
Carol pouted at him and shook her head, "nowhere," she purred, circling around, making him turn so he had his back to the bed.
Daryl flashed her a mischievous smile about to grab her again only to be outpaced and pushed back onto the bed.
Carol pinned him there, bravely deciding to straddle him, her hands on either side of his head.
Daryl couldn't hide his increased pace of breathing, he opened his mouth to day something but this time nothing came.
Suddenly he rolled her over unexpectedly onto her back, into the the middle of the bed. One of his arms propping him up, his hand under her neck and the other resting across her waist with one of his legs in between hers.
And just like that the playfulness of the situation was gone, he looked at her with such endearment in his eyes that she couldn't think of a single thing to say that compare to what she was feeling in that moment.
Her hands ran slowly across his chest, feeling the heat of his skin under his shirt.
His eyes flicked between her eyes and her mouth as he slowly leant forward closing the gap between them.
"You want me to stop, say stop, yeah?" he barely whispered.
She gave a very small slow nod as she took a deep breath in.
His lips finally found hers as he very gently increased the pressure, waiting for Carol to react.
She curved her mouth around his, opening it to allow entry, her hands sliding to either side of his face. Despite the urgency between them, the kisses were slow and soft, exploring each other as fully as possible, focusing on nothing but that.
Sometimes they stopped just to look at each other and then go back to kissing again. Daryl broke away to trail his lips across her jaw line, down her neck, stopping at her chest, then traveling back up, inhaling deeply, smelling her sweet scent that intoxicated him. His lips found hers again and they were lost, lost in thoughts of each other, their mind clear from anything else in the world. Going back certainly wasn't an option now.