Chapter 4: Breakfast

She was out of that tub faster than was probably safe, and she didn't even bother with clothes. She just slipped into a fluffy white bathrobe and tore out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Her heart raced in her chest as she struggled with the deadbolt, and the second the door was open, her hands were on his arms, and she was tugging him inside. She reached back, slamming the door shut before she turned her attention fully on him, gazing up into his hazy blue eyes through the filtered light from the street light coming through the slats of the blind.

His mouth was hot against hers, and his kisses were hungry and claiming. She sighed the second he pressed her up against the wall, tugging at the sash on her bathrobe. It fell open, and she gasped the second his hand grabbed the back of her thigh, draping her leg over his hip. When he touched her, she sucked in a sharp breath, knees buckling when he pushed two fingers inside.

"You don't—unh—waste any time, do you?" she panted, he buried his face against her chest, teasing her with his lips and tongue.

She was already wet, and she felt a little embarrassed that she could get so turned on so quickly, but then again, she'd already gotten started upstairs in the bath. Still, everything about him seemed to turn her on. From the scent of his skin, the way his hands moved over her, the way his lips clamped over her nipple and gave it a little tug. She was already too far gone the second he pulled her back from the wall and let the robe fall to her feet.

Daryl quickly shrugged off his jacket and stepped out of his shoes, and Carol's hands moved down his muscular arms before she was helping him tug his shirt over his head.

"This is probably a really bad idea," she groaned, as his hand moved between her legs again, rubbing her, teasing her clit until she was whining against his lips.

"Yeah," he murmured.

"Condom?"

"Back pocket," he grunted, as Carol slipped her hand into the back of his jeans, giving his ass a sturdy squeeze before she pulled out a couple of rubbers.

"Just two?" she asked, pouting a little, before she unzipped his fly and stuck her hand down his pants.

"Greedy," he chuckled, before her fingers curled around his dick. "Fuck, I like greedy." He was on her again, and she was stroking him from base to tip, driving him absolutely wild as her tongue teased his in a kiss that promised so much more.

As he fell into the kiss, she tore the condom wrapper and slid the latex over his dick, giving him a little nod before she brought her hands up to his shoulders. He gathered her up, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The second her back was against the wall, he pushed inside, and she cried out. Her head fell back, smacking against the wall. His belt buckle clanged against the wall with each thrust, and Carol's hands were in his hair, and it was as if some of his senses had been turned off and all he could smell was her, all he could taste was her mouth, all he could feel was her surrounding him, hot and wet, gripping him like a vice.

His legs burned, and his skin was on fire as he melted into her, holding her up against the walls as her fingers knotted into his hair for purchase, holding on for dear life as he slid out and slammed home again.

"Fuck," she panted, nails digging into his scalp as he turned and walked her to the couch, nearly tripping over his pants that had unceremoniously pooled at his feet. He swiftly kicked them away before pulling out and lowering her down onto the couch.

"This ok?"

"Frankly, you could fuck me on the floor, and I'd be ok with it," she bit out, tugging him down over her, spreading her legs so he could crawl over her, quickly sliding home again. He buried his face against her neck, sucking at the hollow as she tightened her legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper, closer.

He gripped her hips, raising her up just enough to change things up, and she cried out when he hit that sweet spot so unexpectedly that he knocked the wind out of her for half a second.

"Oh my God," she panted. "Right…there." She screwed her eyes shut, back arching off the couch as he fucked her.

"So perfect," he groaned against her neck. He was dizzy, nearly blind with ecstasy as his heart raced in his chest. He'd never felt this white hot desire for another woman before, this hunger for her, especially not after a first meeting. But then she'd come home with him, and everything had spun out of control in the most amazing way. And she was under his skin. He craved her. He knew he could be perfectly content buried inside of her forever.

...

"Hungry?" he asked with a chuckle, as they sat side-by-side in a small booth at a diner that made some of the* best home-cooked breakfasts that Carol had ever tasted.

"Starving," she murmured, taking another bite of the crisp bacon. "Meanwhile, you've barely touched your food."

"Not that hungry for food," he admitted, hand sliding over her knee under the table. Her face reddened, and she took a sip of orange juice to cool off. He leaned in then, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth. "Spend the day with me. Your house or mine, I don't care. Just can't get enough of you." She took another gulp of juice before turning her face toward his, letting him capture her lips in a possessive kiss.

"This isn't me," she whispered, resting her forehead against his when she came up for air. "At least I didn't think it was. I've never felt like this before." Her hand moved down his chest, gripping his semi-hard dick through his jeans. He groaned then, shifting enough that his knee hit the underside of the table, getting a couple of stares from patrons that couldn't see what she was doing to him under the booth table, thanks to his quick thinking. He'd shoved his jacket over his lap, effectively covering her hand. "All I know is, I like this. I like you." She couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

"All I wanted was a nice night out. My first date since my divorce. I never expected…this."

"Any regrets?"

"None that I can think of," she chuckled, sliding her hand up from under his jacket.

"So, whaddya say? Wanna spend the day with me?"

"We're playing with fire here," she pointed out. "This is probably a bad idea."

"Why? 'Cause I wasn't your date last night?"

"No," she laughed. "Because this is…I don't know. I have baggage."

"So?"

"I have a kid."

"I love kids."

"You do?"

"Well, no, but I don't hate 'em." Carol laughed at that and shook her head. "I like you, and I wanna spend time with you. This don't have to be a one-night stand, y'know." He moved his hand up her thigh. "It don't have to be anything but this if you don't want." Carol took a shaky breath then, and she leaned in to kiss him.

"So the whole day?" she asked when she pulled back.

"Maybe the whole weekend," he offered.

"I work long hours three days a week, I have a kid. I have her next weekend. I don't know what I'm ready for just yet."

"You don't gotta make a decision today," he said with a shrug. "Just come home with me. We'll see what happens."

"And what exactly do you intend to do with me today?" she asked with a little chuckle. He leaned in, nibbling her earlobe again.

"Lots of things that involve you naked."

"Oh, that's promising," she laughed. Then, with a sleepy smile, she nodded her head. "Alright. But we probably better take some of this breakfast to go. Sounds like we're going to need to keep our strength up." Daryl snorted at that, and then he went rigid next to her.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'll be right back." She followed his gaze toward the diner door where Rick Grimes had just walked in wearing his uniform. It was a little funny, she noted as Daryl walked away, that she honestly couldn't see what she'd seen in Rick Grimes the day before. Yes, he was handsome. He certainly cleaned up well. But she was truly beginning to wonder if that whole double dating fiasco hadn't been some karmic setup solely constructed so she could meet Daryl Dixon and begin this adventure that made her heart race and her blood run hot through her veins.

She watched anxiously as Daryl tapped on Rick's shoulder, and from that moment on, she wished she could be a fly on the diner counter, because she was dying to know exactly what they had to say to each other. The second Rick glanced her way, she wasn't sure if she should get up and walk over or slide under the table and die. But she sat there, watching as Rick turned his attention back to Daryl, and within a few minutes, the two were walking over together.

"Mornin'," Rick said with a little smirk, leaning against the diner table.

"Um, good morning, Rick," she murmured, glancing at Daryl, who looked a little red-faced.

"So, I was thinking," he said slowly, "about last night…" Oh dear God.

"Yeah?"

"Your friend Michonne? You think she'd mind if I asked you for her number?" Carol sat there, processing the request for a moment before she looked at Daryl and then back at Rick with a smile.

"Um, no. No, I don't think she'd mind at all." With that, she quickly jotted down Michonne's cell phone number and passed it over to Rick. "I think she'd love to hear from you."

"Great," Rick beamed. "Thanks, Carol. I'm, uh, I'm glad Daryl was there to give you a ride home last night. I wasn't even thinking."

"That's fine," Carol replied with a smile. "He got me home just fine." She cleared her throat and tried to hide the blush in her cheeks to no avail.

"Good," Rick said with a nod, clearing his throat. "Well, you two have a, uh, a good day. Stay safe out there." With that, he ducked his head and started off toward the front of the diner to buy a cup of coffee.

"Stay safe out there?" Daryl muttered. "Sorry 'bout him. He's weird when he falls for somebody."

"Michonne?"

"God, he's like a teenage girl obsessed with a boy band."

"Oh," Carol laughed. "He's got it bad, huh?"

"Yeah. I know the feelin'." Carol grinned at that and rolled her eyes.

"Smooth," she laughed. "So, you were saying something about getting me naked all weekend?"

"All weekend? Yeah?"

"Oh, I'm up for it. Are you?"

"Always," he replied with a grin. "C'mon. Let's go get you naked."