Carol ducked under his arm, after he'd released his grip. When he turned around to face her, she made her move, placing her hands against his chest and pushing him up against the wall with a soft thud. She caught the brief expression of surprise on his face before his eyes darkened with an altogether different look. As she reached up for his mouth, Daryl slid his back down against the wall slightly, shaving an inch or two off his height as he enthusiastically returned her kiss.
Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she molded her body to his, Daryl's arms wrapping tightly around her waist. For the first time she held nothing back, and Carol dragged her fingers through his hair, finally allowing herself to enjoy the taste of his mouth, the feel of his hard body against hers. The scent of his skin, undeniable when she was this close, was intoxicating, and she was overwhelmed by all the sensations.
It felt just like nothing she had ever experienced before yet familiar, like it was meant to be this way, like sinking into some sensation that was both new and old at the same time, like being wrapped up in the best kind of memory. Her hands flew to the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers and she struggled to get the top one open, yet keep her mouth on his at the same time.
Surprise barely had time to flit across Daryl's face before she had shoved him onto the bed, her heart thumping away in her chest at a rapid pace. By the time she had straddled his hips he was already reaching for her, his hands rising up to pull her head down to his waiting lips. The sensations running through her entire body were so intense that she felt the fear surface, the fear that always seemed to come along with the way Daryl made her feel. She pulled away, struggling to catch her breath and sat up, pushing her hair off her forehead.
"We should stop this," Carol tried to hold herself together.
Daryl stayed silent, holding onto her waist tighter. Like a vice grip. There was no way he was letting her up. Not now. Not after they had gotten this far. Not after tasting the sweetness from her now swollen lips.
"I'm not thinking straight. I'm angry. Frustrated. Upset. I'd just be using you." She sighed averting her eyes away from his hopeful ones.
Daryl just blinked at her. "Shit, I'm okay with that.
She let out a breath. "Well I'm not. Doing this would mean being the same as you and I told you I'd rather die."
Ignoring her protest, he tugged her back down, sealing her lips with his and she couldn't help but respond. The kind of sensations that he was capable of producing were just too much for her, and she found herself wondering if she was with Daryl, would it be this good always, would it be this intense no matter what they did together – whether it be argue or make love? Would it be making love? Hardly. Carol had come to the conclusion that after days of them throwing angry filled words back and forth, they needed to relieve the tension that was brewing. That was all this was. The only thing that they both loved..was to hate each other.
Carol trailed her lips up his neck and pulled the lobe of his ear between her teeth gently, then sucked it between her lips. His whole body shivered and he clutched her firmly to his body. She couldn't help but feel pleased that she created such a strong reaction in him; it made her feel powerful, which helped to ease her nervousness.
She pulled away again, shrugging the nightgown straps from her shoulders before returning quickly to his eager mouth. One of his hands slid down her back and cupped her ass and she felt a jolt run through her body, ending at the apex of her thighs. Continuing to struggle with his buttons, she was finally able to get the top three undone, and she slid her hand inside, running her fingers over the warm skin. She leaned down to press a timid kiss against his shoulder and he used the opportunity to flip her beneath him, drawing her leg up to wrap around his waist and rocking his erection against her thigh.
After several minutes of tongue dueling, they finally pulled back to take a breath. Carol pressed wet, open mouthed kisses against his chest, as her nimble fingers worked their way towards his belt. His own fingers snaked into her loose curls as she slowly unbuckled his belt, looking up to meet his eyes. They were the colour of want as they watched her, his face full of desire.
She tugged the zipper of his jeans down; then pulled them off his hips entirely, her heart racing. She had never wanted a man quite like this, and she had definitely never just given in to her body's own desires. She had to admit, it felt great.
Carol chewed on her lower lip as she tucked her fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers and gingerly slid them down, her eyes locked on his the entire time. As the fabric rubbed over his erection on the way down.
Daryl's eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her lips. She slid her hand lazily down the front of his chest, over the lettering of his tattoo above his heart, over the faint pinkish scars that littered it and over his hips as she used her feet to slide his jeans and boxers off his legs the rest of the way.
Before she'd even had a chance to take a breath, Daryl's mouth was on her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. She gasped, her hands flying to his hair as he pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. By now her breasts were on full show and her flimsy nightgown rested around her tiny waist.
"Daryl." she moaned, as he moved from one breast to another. He already had his hand wrapped around the waistband of her underwear, and was struggling to pull them down as she moaned in response to his tongue.
He finally pulled away from her to drag her panties from her hips, shimmying them down her legs and pulling them completely off. When he returned, he straddled her gently, gazing down into her face, pausing to brush a strand of hair from her flushed cheeks. "Wanna be inside you." he said in a rush of air. "Want you so bad."
Carol lifted her hand up to stroke his cheek, tenderness rushing through her at his neediness for her right now. She wanted to be held, to be intimate. She needed to hear those words. Even if they were from him. She'd worry about that in the morning when reality would strike once again. He caught her hand at his face and dragged her fingertips across his lips, kissing them almost tenderly.
Locking eyes with her, he reached for her slowly, his hand slipping between her legs and a moan rumbled low in her throat at the sight of him above her, at the touch of his hands.
"You feel so fuckin' soft," he said, his strong fingers slipping between her folds, caressing her until she pulled her lower lip between her teeth to keep from crying out
He looked hot; his eyes on her as he continued to touch her she could scarcely catch her breath. "Daryl," she whispered, her eyes growing heavy as he found her clit. "Oh my god."
He caught her lower lip between his teeth, running his tongue along the inside of her lip and she thrust her tongue to meet his. "Fuck, Carol," he whispered, slipping a finger deep inside of her.
She moaned, tossing her head. "Daryl, please."
He rotated his touch and dipped down again to capture her breast in her mouth again, swirling his tongue around the tip. "You taste so sweet," he groaned
Carol quivered underneath him, her whole body flushed from head to toe. "Please," she whispered again, nearly beside herself.
He slipped one more finger inside of her. "Please what?"
Carol gasped. "Take me," she begged. "Please."
Daryl rolled over, bringing her on top of him and sliding his fingers into her hair, dragging her mouth to his. Reaching blindly down onto the floor, he shoved his hand into the back pocket of his worn jeans, he tugged out his wallet, flipping it open as ran his fingers up her side, dancing against the skin of her belly.
As he tugged the condom from his wallet he pulled back for a second, cupping her face in his hands. "Carol," he whispered, trying to catch his breath. "Ya sure?"
She looked into his eyes, her fingers curling around his shoulders. Common sense said no, that tomorrow he would go back to the cold heartless bastard that he was made to be, but at that moment, looking into his eyes, she saw nothing but warmth, tenderness, desire, and... something else she couldn't quite place.
And to her, it just felt right.
"I'm sure," she whispered.
She rolled the condom over him slowly and he sighed at her touch, clutching her closer.
She paused for a moment, looking down at him. "Hey," she said softly. "Are you sure. I mean there's no coming back from this. If Blake finds out..?"
He swept her beneath him and she gasped, her arms winding around his neck. "Hell, m'sure," he said, capturing her mouth in a full kiss as he thrust deeply inside her.
Carol arched her back, bringing her legs up around his waist, moaning. The feel of him inside her after all this time was incredible, and she pressed frantic kisses against his shoulders and chest, her hips finding his rhythm quickly.
"Christ, you're fuckin' tight," he moaned, his body trembling as he quickened the pace. "Ya feel so good."
"So do you," she gasped, her mouth only inches from his. Daryl swept his tongue over her lower lip, looking into her baby blues. "Kiss me," she whispered.
He captured her mouth in the sweetest, deepest kiss she'd ever experienced, a kiss so intense it made her toes curl against his legs, made her heart slam against the walls of her chest.
Carol hadn't felt like this ever, hadn't had someone hold her close, clutch her body to theirs like they needed her. And Daryl? It didn't matter at the moment that he didn't love her; that she didn't know how she felt about him. It was the closest to love she'd come in a long time, and she was going to hold on to it and not let go for as long as she could. Even if it was only for one night.
He increased his rhythm, pressing his face against her neck, his lips against her skin as she raked her nails across his back, a moan escaping her lips. "Oh, god," she cried. "Daryl!"
"Carol!" he cried hoarsely, cupping her face with his palm. "I wanna see you, I wanna see your face when you come," he panted.
She was trembling everywhere, her hips matching his frantic pace. "I'm so close," she cried. "Oh, god."
And then it swept over her, all of a sudden, overtaking her entire body. It felt like falling, like each cell rippling, like every nerve end in her body was lit up like a Christmas tree at that very moment, and everything exploded within her.
Daryl wasn't much further behind her, and he let out a cry, muffled by her shoulder as he thrust once more up into her, hard, before collapsing onto the bed and sweeping her into his arms. Both in silent agreement that whatever the consequences of their actions, the worry could wait until morning.