"Do you think anyone suspected anything this morning?" Carol traced lazy spirals with her fingertips over Daryl's damp chest, which was still shuddering slightly as he fought to regain his breath after their recent activity whilst taking 'watch' up in the guard tower.

"Hmmm? Naw…I think Hershel might have guessed somethin' was goin' on; which is why he came up with this idea in the first place. Cain't say that I'm all that fussed whether people do know anyway…" Daryl nuzzled his head further into the valley of Carols' breasts and breathed in the spicy scent of her arousal that still lingered to her skin.

"You've changed your tune a bit since this morning, what's changed your mind?" Carol ran her fingers through the overly long strands of hair that fell over Daryl's brow hiding his beautiful eyes.

"Not sure, I'd be able to hide it anymore; since last night I've been walking around with an almost instant woody every time I caught sight of you and I sure wouldn't want T-Dog thinking it was because of him!" Daryl licked at a bead of sweat that had fallen onto her softly swollen breast and Carol groaned as she felt his tongue rasp over her already very sensitive nipple.

"Yeah…but once the novelty's worn off…God! Do that again!" Carol shifted her legs on the makeshift blanket beneath them as Daryl gently rolled her tightly furled nipple between his tongue and teeth.

"What was that about us being a novelty?" Daryl released her nipple from his mouth with a little plop and moved slightly so that Carol could feel his unmistakable arousal pressing insistently against her growing dampness.

"Mmmm…don't know what I was thinking…Don't you have an 'off' switch or something?" Carol let her legs fall open slightly as Daryl slid slowly into position.

"You complainin' or something, woman?" He rubbed himself against her opening, teasingly but without sliding forward into her warm depths.

"Uh huh…just didn't think it was possible for a man to recover that quickly that's all."

"We've only done it three times tonight, I'm good for another coupla rounds if you are…" Daryl slid in an inch and then withdrew slowly. Carol gave small hiss at the slight sting of his withdrawal; her body was still getting used to his width and length; stretching her tight walls as she struggled to accommodate him. Daryl slid in again a little further and rested until he felt Carol relax around him.

"I might pass out before we get to round five…"

"I was only kidding…I'm as amazed as you are, Sweets. Thought I'd be done and dusted after round two, let alone a third and fourth. Whadda you say we take this one slow and easy for a change?"

Daryl shifted position so that he could raise Carol's leg up and around his waist and felt himself able to slide in deeper than ever until he was nudging at the entrance of her womb. Carol saw stars as he brushed up against her bundle of nerve endings and rocked up to meet his gentle thrusts.

"Gently, Sweets…try to make it last…" Daryl freed both of his arms so that he could grip Carol's hands, their fingers clenching spasmodically with every gentle movement. Carol's grip tightened around his hand and he gently shushed her. "Easy, babe – just look at me, that's it." Daryl looked deep into Carol's eyes as he slowed his movements down so that he was barely thrusting at all. "Just take a moment and really feel me; can't you feel our heart's beating together in almost perfect timing? Can't you feel it, Carol?" Carol closed her eyes and lost herself in Daryl's words; feeling the firm length of him pulsing deep inside her; he wasn't moving at all now but the sensations that were building up inside of Carol were almost enough to tip her over the edge even without the added stimulus.

"I can feel you…it's so warm and delicious…aaahhh, yes…." Carol hissed as she felt herself growing closer and closer to reaching her peak. Daryl felt it was only right that a lady always found satisfaction before her partner and was deliberately holding back his own delight until he was certain she had attained her own.

"That's it, Sweets….come on…let it go…." Daryl urged her own, thrusting ever so gently and deliberately dragging himself over her most sensitive areas, he could feel Carol's inner walls started to clench around him and angled his thrusts to go deeper still.

"Ah, baby….right there…harder, aaahhh!" Carol let go of Daryl's hand to grasp tightly onto his buttock to pull him closer in alignment to her, their slick flesh slapping against each other as she finally reached her summit. Daryl felt Carol's internal spasms clench around him and he let himself thrust wildly against her as he raced toward his own peak. Hearts pounding and lungs heaving, they collapsed back onto the wooden floor of the guard hut; Daryl's body pressing Carol's softness into the scratchy woollen poncho that they had lay beneath them. As he struggled to gain control over his breathing, Daryl could still feel Carol's inner walls clenching spasmodically milking him out of every drop of sticky essence. He eased gently out of her, his semi erect hardness still twitching and rolled carefully off of her body to ease himself onto his back.

"It seems to have a mind of its own these days." He murmured sleepily, referring to his happily twitching body part which he was trying his best to ignore.

"Uh huh…Can't talk…trying to breathe here…" Carol wheezed out, and feebly flapped a hand in his direction; it took a couple of tries before Daryl could focus enough to capture her hand to press it to his chest.

"Might need a day or two to recover from that one…" Daryl murmured, feeling totally wiped out and more than a little sore himself from the sheer enormity of what they had just shared. Carol rolled gingerly to her side so that she could rest her head against his chest.

"Pookie – you come near me with that thing before the weeks up and I may just crawl over and die…."

"Is that anyway to refer to your new favourite plaything? You could have at least called it your lovestick or my joystick – but to merely refer to it as a 'thing'; well we're both hurt at your lack of feelin'." Daryl opened one eye to glare with as much energy that he could muster; which wasn't very much in that particular moment. It soon dissolved into a familiar smirking grin as Carol reached up with her free hand to lovingly caress his cheek.

"Awww, Pookie – I didn't mean to hurt your joystick's feelings, do you want me to kiss it better?" His smirk turned into a look of pain at her words and he flinched away slightly.

"Ordinarily Sweets; I'd jump at the chance but I think that the 'joystick' has officially retired for the evenin' and I'm glad to say will not be making an encore performance!"