AN: Short chapter. I have a lot in store…but we have to get there from here. I never intended this to get as smutty as it did…but things happen. If you're anti-smut, etc. now is a good time to stop reading…it's not super detailed, but there's enough there…
Thank you all for your reviews. They really do keep me going! Sorry it's short, but more is on the way!
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Carol didn't quite know what to do with herself when she woke up. Rick was slinking out of the cell, trying not to wake her. That much was obvious. She didn't draw attention to the fact that she was awake.
Daryl had quietly insisted that he was staying the night with her, slipping into bed, crowded as it was, and had gone to sleep. He hadn't suggested that anything should happen between them, just gone to sleep. She hadn't questioned it at all. She'd merely rested her head on his chest and fallen asleep there, wrapped in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. It had been racing at first, and then it had slowed.
Now she was waking in his arms and he was still asleep, and apparently having very good dreams. Carol studied his face for a moment and decided that he was fully asleep. She decided to try something that she'd actually never attempted before. She eased herself off of him and slid down the bed. She smiled at the fact that through his boxers, the only thing he was wearing, he was very clearly aroused. She hoped, for a moment, that she could figure out what she was doing and took him into her mouth.
Daryl started, and she was sure it was at the sound of her gagging more than anything. She wasn't very good at brushing her teeth without gagging herself, so she wondered what had made her think this would be a good idea. She returned, though, and soon he relaxed.
"What…are…you…doing?" Daryl asked, though his voice was strained.
Carol stopped momentarily and shooshed him.
"Don't stop," he said suddenly.
She smiled before continuing. Something she was doing must be right.
When Daryl came, Carol crawled back up the bed. He looked like he was sulking a little.
"Not good?" She asked, a little worried.
"It was great," he said. Carol couldn't figure out why he was sulking if it had been "great" like he'd described.
"I'm sorry, I've never done it before," Carol said.
Daryl tipped her face towards his and kissed her. She thought to herself that she hadn't even had to pull away from him. Maybe he was learning, he hadn't been so forceful this time.
"It was great," he repeated. "Ain't never had nobody do that to me before."
"Then what's wrong?" Carol asked. Her heart sunk a little. She wasn't sure how to read him, and it seemed like reading him was a constant thing at this point. She just wanted him to be straightforward.
"What about you?" He asked after a minute. "Couldn'ta done much for ya."
Carol smiled and wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm just fine, Daryl. I wanted to do it for you," she said. "As long as you liked it, I'm happy."
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Daryl wasn't sure what he was supposed to do at this moment. He felt like he wanted to do something for Carol. He'd never had anyone to offer him anything that was just for him, and that's what he felt like she'd done just now.
He leaned up on his elbow, looking at her. The cell was still dark, despite the fact that it was obviously morning and in the echoing distance he could hear that others were awake and stirring.
"What if I was to do that for you?" He asked, timidly.
"What do you mean?" Carol asked.
Daryl grabbed her, pushing her back down into the mattress. He regarded her a moment and tugged at her shirt. She leaned up, stripping herself of it in a matter of seconds. He wasn't sure what to do, but he took her nipple into his mouth, his hand trailing down. He already knew she liked when he buried his fingers into her, and he quickly trailed his hand down to her, pushing them in and feeling her whole body respond.
Slowly he let his mouth follow his hands, ignoring the fact that she was covering her mouth with her hand, afraid to let sound escape.
"There's a whole lot going on down here," he said after a minute, realizing that he might be over his head. He had no idea what he was doing.
"You're just fine," Carol panted. He hadn't done much yet, but already she was spurring him on as though he couldn't fail at his mission. He felt himself grow hard again and tried to fight the sensation. This was supposed to be about her. He buried his face in her, hoping he could muddle his way through this, and she responded to him.
Daryl hadn't expected her body to quake the way it had, and when it did he felt a little worried.
"You OK?" He asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, pulling himself up quickly to loom over her.
"Are you serious?" She asked. She was panting and now she was smiling at him. "Better than OK," she answered.
"Ain't never done that before," Daryl said.
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Carol took a minute to get her breath. She tried to ignore the worried face with which Daryl was regarding her right now. She'd never felt the way she did at this moment and she wanted it to last.
"Could have fooled me," she panted. No one had ever done that to her. She'd read about it, heard friends talk about it, but Ed certainly had never done it. It had always been about Ed.
"You got any of those things?" Daryl asked. Carol half sat up in the bed, realizing that Daryl had excited himself during this process. She'd originally thought this was a way to conserve her limited stash of condoms.
"Not too many," she admitted.
"Where'd ya get them from?" Daryl asked.
"I stole them from Glenn," she admitted. His mouth found her breasts again and she felt like she might lose control again for a second.
"Kid can do without some more," Daryl said.
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Daryl had never felt a rush like this in his entire life. He'd tried all kinds of things that Merle had offered him over the years, promising him all kinds of excitement, but the feeling of Carol squirming around under him was something he wasn't prepared for. That was the real high. He wanted to be inside her now, and there wasn't much that would stop him if she allowed it. If Glenn had what he needed, he'd already decided that he'd take it one way or another. What he really needed right now was the woman that was pressed against him, all warm and soft. That was what he needed.
Carol pulled from under him a little and he looped his arm around her waist.
"I'm just getting a condom," she explained, but he didn't release his grip on her. She dug in the drawer near her head with one hand and came back up with the foil package. She offered it to him and he ripped it open, putting it on. He was anxious to be buried inside her, and as soon as it was on, he did just that.
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Carol gasped and realized that Daryl was a man of little warning. She hadn't expected him to bury himself inside her so suddenly, but that was how it had happened, and she rode it out with him, just pleased that he was there, that he was with her.
She hadn't thought about it or meant to come so easily, so quickly, but her own pleasure seemed to feed his and he collapsed upon her before she could even feel like she was thinking clearly.
She'd stifled her own cries with her hand, and he'd held his back, burying his face in her shoulder. She felt his mouth meet her bare skin for a moment and she savored it.
Whatever it was, and whatever he wanted or needed, she knew she was happy to give it.
Carol wrestled back the words that were threatening to come out. What she felt for Daryl was her cross to bear for the time being. He didn't need to know it. She didn't even know if he could handle it. Right now it was perfect and wonderful and she didn't want to mess it up with words. Had it been Dale? Had he been the one that had told the group that words fell short of their mark? If it had been, or whoever had said it, she felt it now. She didn't have the words to explain what she wanted to say.
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When Daryl pulled himself free, he rolled to the side. Carol was breathing like she hadn't had oxygen in ages and he realized he was also suffering from lack of it. He gulped a few breaths and wondered what he was doing, what she was doing. She didn't seem sorry, though. He pulled himself up and kissed her forehead before dropping down again, trying to make sure that his weight didn't crush her.
For a moment he didn't care at all what everyone or anyone thought. He was well aware that the prison was coming to life around him, but that didn't concern him. What concerned him in this moment was Carol, and she looked happier than he'd ever seen her. He breathed for a moment, trying to get control of himself, control of the situation.
"Hey," Carol said after a minute. He looked at her, smiling at him. "Hey, you," she said. He regarded her, but couldn't find the words to respond. She kept smiling.
"You alright?" He asked after a minute.
"Perfect," she replied. Her fingers ran through his hair and for a moment he was proud of himself. Carol liked him OK, and that much was obvious.
He didn't know what was going on, what was happening between them, but whatever it was he liked it, and he hoped it didn't end anytime soon. He'd never done any of this before, but she didn't act like it mattered to her, she didn't act like any of it mattered.
"Hey, you did great," she said after a minute. Her fingers kept digging into hair, tugging at it in a way that he'd never have thought he would have liked.
"Ya did too," he said. She smiled at him, her arms wrapping around him.
Daryl liked that feeling, the feeling of her arms circling him. He liked it more than anything he'd ever felt. He didn't know how to tell her that, though, so he just laid there and enjoyed it, hoping it wasn't something that ended soon.
