Well this one was supossed to be totally different but it just ended being like this.. hope you like it! tell me what you think!
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8.
It was still dark when Carol woke up, last night events slowly coming back to her and soon enough she realized she was still there at his house, sleeping in his bed, her head resting on his chest, and she could feel his arm loose around her. She closed her eyes and smiled, taking a few minutes to enjoy the strange moment, his smell intoxicating her senses as she remembered his mouth on hers, his hands on her body. She remembered how she suggested they shared the bed, and the minute they walked in the room when he just grabbed one of his t-shirts and offered it to her, walking outside so that she put it on. And she couldn't believe why would anyone have something bad to say about him or why they would give him strange looks like he'd told her people did. As far as she could tell he was one of the nicest men she'd ever met, and she knew she wasn't wrong about it.
She didn't have a clock, and she started to worry about what time it was still dark, so it couldn't be 7 am just yet, but she'd probably have to leave in any minute. She'd promised herself yesterday she just wouldn't feel sad, but now as she thought she had to leave, as she realized she might never see him again, she found it hard to keep it.
"Ain't even 6 am yet", he growled suddenly, surprisingly tightening the grip of his arm around her and pulling her to him.
"How did you know I was awake? I hardly even moved"… she asked, amused.
"I heard ya", he mumbled sleepily.
"And how do you know it isn't 6 am yet?" she asked again, looking up at him even though she couldn't see him.
"I jus' do..", he told her, his hand going up and down her back.
"Can we check it on the clock? I mean... it's not that I don't believe you but... if it's 6 already I should really leave"
He yawned and looked down at her, chuckling. "Ya wanna bet?" he said, pulling her apart and leaning to reach the night table and grab his phone.
"Ten to five", he told her, and she saw him smile through the light of the phone. "I wake up at 5.30 every day... ain't never needed an alarm. 'em birds start singin' at 5.30, never 'fore that, that's how I knew what time it was", he explained, shifting to lay on his side.
"That's… impressing", she said, facing him.
"So ya ain't gotta leave yet", he told her instead, his hand going to his cheek.
"Not just yet", she answered, leaning into his touch. She felt his body move forward, his face closer to hers now as he kept on moving his hand up and down her cheek, and he leaned in, placing a small kiss on her lips, watching her reaction carefully afterwards.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, not quite beliveing it was possible to feel this comfortable with someone she barely knew, and pressed her lips on the hot skin there. She heard him let out a breath and her mind went blank, her lips moving up his neck until they reached his earlobe. He growled, louder this time, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer. She moved her face and felt his lips almost brushing hers, his eyes wide open, one of his hands moving to cup her chin.
"I ain't gonna do anythin'.. I promise", he said between breaths, and all she could do was nod, thinking if only he knew all the things he wanted him to do to her… her hands going to his back and shoulders as she realized he was wearing a tank top, her fingers tracing the shape of his strong arms. And she leaned forward and kissed him, not even caring about her potential morning breath, her lips melting with his roughly than the night before, his tongue instantly sliding inside her mouth and tangling with hers, their tongues moving against each other unceasingly. She was starting to change her mind, or her mind was starting to play a minor role in this whole thing, her fingers curling in the waistband of his jeans, her own hips pushing against his as they kissed.
She let out a moan the same time he did, the feeling of him, hard and pressed against her core sending chills from her stomach and down her legs, a forgotten and addicting sensation. She started to slide her hand down her pants, feeling the need to touch him, but he shifted and in one movement positioned himself on top of her. He broke the kiss and lifted his head to look at her, brushing the locks of hair off her forehead with his fingers.
"Let's get some coffee 'fore ya go", he said. She must have given her an horrified look because he chuckled.
"Promised ya" he explained, rolling off of her. "Ya up fer some coffee?"
"I am", she said, hoping her breathing returned to normal, and even when she couldn't care less about coffee or anything other than his body pressed against hers,she smiled. She was sure she'd smiled more in one night than she had in years.
And the sight of him barefoot and in those loose jeans, the white tank top and his hair all messy as she walked in the kitchen and he handed her a cup of coffee wasn't exactly helpful. She didn't want to leave, weird thoughts of just letting go and staying with him, staying with him until whatever happened, crossing her mind. But he knew she couldn't, she knew she'd regret it.
"Ya ain't gonna let me take ya home", he stated, leaning against the sink with the coffee mug on his hand.
"I better just take a cab…" she muttered a little nervously, sitting on a bench.
"Can I ask ya why?" His eyes were scanning her face and she knew he knew, at least partially, there was something going on.
"Daryl.. I.. it's complicated", she began, not really knowing how to explain it to him without really telling him the whole thing.
"Yer married". It wasn't a question, and she wasn't that surprised he'd figured it out.
"It's not that", she said, staring at the floor. It wasn't a complete lie, after all: the problem wasn't the fact that she was married; the problem was who she was married to.
He scratched his head in a gesture she'd seen before, and lighted a cigarrete, absently watching the smoke for a few seconds.
"Listen, ya don't really owe me no explanation…" he said, taking a long drag from his cigarrete. "I do wanna see ya again though".
"Daryl, I don't know…", she sighed, rubbing her face, and next thing she knew he was lifting her chin with his fingers, making her look at him.
"Ya tell me ya don't wanna see me 'gain.. then ya jus' go and 's all good. But I got tha feelin' ya do, too". His voice was soft, so soft she couldn't help but nod. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and turned around, calling for a cab.
It hadn't been 2 minutes when the cab showed up. He walked her towards the front door and opened it, leaning against the door frame, and she pulled him towards him, placing a small kiss on his lips. His face was rather serious and expressionless, but he grabbed his hand and covered it with his own, putting a small paper inside.
"That's my phone number… 's up to ya", he said, squeezing her hand a little before closing the door behind him.
Carol got home at 6.30, sadness hiting her hard the minute she opened the door and walked back into her reality. She walked around the house, her mind automatically going through all the things she had to do before Ed got back in the evening and to keep him from being mad, well, madder than he'd already be, at her. And she suddenly felt something take over her, something like rage… the sudden need of breaking things, of breaking every existent thing in that house. She sat on a chair, her hand on her forehead as she tried to calm down, and she did the only thing she could think of doing to feel better: she dialed Glenn's number.
