A/N: Many thanks to Magenta's Nightmare for reminding me to post this. This was the chapter I imagined when I started this story. Eleven chapters and no sex, I know right. Buckle up, here it comes. Let me know what you think :)

After dinner Carol's phone went off and she looked down and then up apologetically. They were standing at the overlook of the restaurant, looking down at the lake behind them. The view was wonderful and the night was warm.

"It's Sophia." Carol grinned. "Reminding me I have a curfew."

"You do?" Daryl leaned over to her and whispered in her ear. "Are you gonna get grounded?"

"Apparently." Carol laughed. "What time is it anyway?"

"Ten."

"Oh, I'm already out past what she's allowed, that's why she's texting." Carol smiled and nodded her head as she texted Sophia back.

"You know." Daryl tuned to her. "If she had that little car she wants, I bet she'd lighten up, a lot."

He grinned at her and she rolled her eyes at him.

"You aren't going to let that go." She said as they turned to go.

He shook his head. "Probably not."

"You should, I won't change my mind." She smiled over her shoulder at him.

"Why you got to be that way?" He said jokingly.

Carol didn't know why she had to be so independent, but she did. Even years after the nightmare that was Ed, she still insisted on not ever accepting help from others. In the end Daryl accepted that about her, but it bothered him.

He was generous with people he cared about and he was starting to care about her, which made him smile, since they started out on such a bad note.

They ended this night on a good note and each one of them went home to their child who were both full of questions.

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At breakfast the next day all Sophia wanted to know was if they were going out again. The fireworks that went off whenever they were together were obvious to everyone, even Carol felt it, but it wasn't something she was discussing with her child. Sophia couldn't forget that kiss she and Travis witnessed, it was like a kiss from a movie. It was a lovers kiss, even Sophia knew that. But Carol kept her mouth shut and went out with him again a week later.

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Three weeks later

Carol was sitting out on her deck when she heard his bike pull up. By the way he cut the engine and got off she knew he was pissed. She heard him slam the kickstand down and jump off in a rage. She pulled her hoodie on and got up from her chair. Carol padded in through the French doors, fixing her sweats that were hanging too low and leaving her book on the kitchen table.

She was laughing to herself with a little grin on her face. He was so predictable and she wasn't surprised that he was banging on her door now.

They had been out on two dates and they fought both times. The first time because he wanted to pay the bill and she argued with him about it, he won that fight. The second time they fought about music, both times it was in fun but with that underlying tension. Plus, Carol had insisted on paying full price for Sophia's car. That irked him so much.

They liked to push each other's buttons.

She stopped and turned on the stereo, her IPod was a mixed bag of grunge that would surly make his ears bleed. First up un 'Aneurysm' by Nirvana.

She opened the door and he was standing there breathing heavy like he had run there, but she saw his motorcycle in the driveway and heard it, so she knew he was just mad.

He knew Sophia wasn't home because they had just talked on the phone, Sophia was at Lori's sleeping over with Judith. She had pissed him off when she hung up on him and as he stood there on her porch looking at her he was considering committing murder.

She infuriated him like no other woman ever, she made him so mad he had to leave his house and come all the way over here. It was just going to be a continuation of the fight and he was half expecting her to slam the door in his face. But she didn't she just stood there looking at him.

"This discussion isn't over." He said, because she was being stubborn for no good reason.

"Why? Because you say so?" She said.

He huffed and then he was walking towards her and kicking the door shut with his foot.

"Why can't I give you a discount at the shop now, you've been paying tons for Connie?" He said. "You're a single mother, I'm sure…"

"I don't need…. And I don't want it."

"You are the most difficult woman I have ever met." He breathed out, thinking that he never enjoyed sparring with someone verbally the way he enjoyed it with her. She was the most difficult woman he had ever met, that wasn't a lie and he couldn't wait to touch her again. "And you hung up on me."

She nodded. "I'll do it again too if you make me mad."

"Why can't you let me help you?"

"Because I can handle it." Carol said with her hands on her hips.

She said walking into the living room and he followed.

"I won't bill you, I won't take your money." He said.

She turned around and stepped up so that she was right in his face.

"Accept it Daryl, I'm not doing this your way." Carol said. "You work on Connie and I pay you, that's how it is."

"You are the most exasperating woman I have ever met." He said, realizing he was incredibly turned on now. It was far beyond wanting to touch her, he wanted so much more now.

"And you're a pain in my ass." She said. He was a pain in her ass and she was two seconds from launching herself at him.

They stared at each other for a beat. His eyes raked over her slowly, she was breathing heavy now, because again they had been fighting and it was so hot.

"Your music sucks." He said.

He stared at her lips and she bit her bottom lip. Holy hell. That was so fucking sexy and he was only human. He was going to break soon and then it would be on.

She looked up at him through her lashes and he just knew she was going to say something to drive him crazy. She always did. She was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and he never saw her look better.

"It's Nirvana. They blow away that country bullshit you…"

He crashed his mouth down on hers and the fire that started that day in September and that came to a boil on the day after Thanksgiving was instantly ignited again. She wrapped her arms around him and he pulled her up against him hard.

She let out a gasp but he didn't stop, not this time.

Daryl moved his hands down to her ass, holding her right where he wanted her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth bringing one hand to the back of her head to hold her in place.

He wasn't trying to keep her from getting away or anything, he just had to feel her against him. He needed it like air. He was surrounded by the feel of her and the smell of her, it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once and too much. Not enough.

They started walking backwards towards the wall with their arms and lips going all over each other as if they couldn't get enough. She reached her hands up into his hair and held on tight as he kissed her like she had never been kissed before.

Carol felt devoured, consumed and totally overwhelmed by him in the best possible way. His kisses left her wanting more and more, his hands made her feel adored. Carol never felt such astounding desire from another person, or herself.

She wanted him. How long had it been since she wanted someone like this?

Daryl backed her up against the wall in the hallway and he pressed right up to her, grinding his hips into her until there was no space between their bodies at all. There was nothing but the sensation of being pressed up against each other. The demanding longing their bodies would not resist.

Carol let out a moan as his tongue found hers and ran her hands up his back. The sensation that brought made his whole being respond. He felt a shiver go through his entire body, starting where her hands were, down his spine and landing right in his dick. Then she brought her leg up and wound it around his leg and it was he that moaned that time.

He brought his hand up over her side and ribs, this time rubbing his fingers on her purposefully, and continued sliding his tongue against hers slow and sexy. She loved the feel of his hands on her, just like the first time at the movies and she kissed him back with everything she had inside of her.

"How about now." He said in between kisses. "We gonna fight about this too." He said against her lips and she smiled reaching up to take her hair out of the messy bun it was in. She let it fall down over her shoulders in waves and he could smell the coconut and lemongrass as he shoved his face in her hair.

Then she pulled herself up into his arms so that her legs were around his waist and drew him closer still. She could feel his dick against her, hard as a rock and she groaned out loud as he adjusted his grip on her legs. The friction was making them both dizzy and he had to get her to a bed right away.

"What do you think?" She said still kissing him.

"I think I'm going to teach you a lesson." And she sighed as he pulled them away from the wall. "Where's your room?"

"All the way to the end of the hallway." She breathed out as he carried her down the hall, with her legs still around his waist.

"You have a big mouth Carol and you never shut up." He said tossing her on the bed.

"And you always think you're right." She said leaning up on her elbows.

He kicked off his shoes and grabbed her by the ankles. He smiled down at her as he pulled her slowly to the foot of the bed. The sparkle in her eyes urging him on as he untied her shoe, took it off and dropped it on the floor.

"I am always right." He said and then he took the other shoe off. "You'll see."

"You are so obnoxious." She said.

He grinned down at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You have no idea."

She pulled him down by his shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it on the floor. He grinned and he crawled over her until they were both laying on the bed.

"Oh, I have an idea. I've been dealing with you for months now." She said letting her head fall back against the pillows as his hands reached under her shirt.

"That's nothing." He said bringing his mouth down onto her neck and biting softly and enough to make her arch her back. "Now you're really gonna have to deal with me." He said into her neck biting softly again then he licked where he had bitten, soothing her skin. She tasted sweeter than the ripest strawberries, he savored her and gently blew hot air where he had just nipped her.

Carol, let out a groan and squirmed under him. He liked the way she responded to him and it fueled the fire burning deep inside of him.

"I'm going to deal with you too" He said pulling her shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and his eyes almost rolled in to the back of his head when he saw her. She was perfect, and she was worth the wait.

Slowly he brought his hand up over her stomach and from her ribs to her breast. She surrendered completely to his touch without reservation and he could feel the heat coming from her in waves. It was so incredibly arousing to him.

Daryl leaned down and kissed her again as his fingers stroked the side of her breast softly. His touch was gentle and she was melting under his warm hands. He kissed down her neck, hot and wet and watched the goose bumps break out along her skin.

"You're beautiful." He whispered.

He kissed and licked his way down to her other breast zeroing in quickly on her nipple grazing his teeth against it first and then licking. His hand brushed against her other side and she let out a sound so primal it almost alarmed her.

"Oh fuck, Daryl, fuck, fuck." She groaned, reaching her hand into his hair and grabbing a handful and pulling.

"Oh, darlin." He looked up at her and letting the scruff from his beard caress her skin. "We're just getting started."

He watched as her breathing sped up with every word he said. The rise and fall of her chest mesmerized him and he couldn't stop gazing at her.

"Bring it." She said pulling him up to kiss her hot and dirty. He kept his other hand on her breast still making circles with his fingers all around her nipple. He kissed her thoroughly, and between hot kisses and his hands she could feel the ache building between her legs.

It was coming faster and faster than ever before.

"Tell me to stop." He groaned against her neck, his hands inching towards her sweatpants.

"Don't stop." She panted out "Please." She reached for his belt buckle and unbuckled his pants, her hands fumbling with the belt and buttons. He had too many clothes on, she needed his skin against hers.

"I won't. I won't." He said in between kisses and helping her unbutton his jeans, then his hands were right back to the waistband of her sweatpants. He laid the palm of his hand on her stomach and her hips were rolling in a way that made his dick throb.

Thank God she didn't say stop.

He reached down and slid his fingers against the material of her pants and her knees fell apart and against the bed. She was malleable to his touch at the first contact, without hesitation or uncertainty and that was all he needed to continue.

His dick wasn't letting him stop now anyway. Not unless she said stop.

Carol was halfway there already, and she would think that over later because she didn't want to miss a moment of this. She shut her brain off and just let herself feel for once in her life.

She was so wet already and he'd barely touched her, and now that he was touching her, even over her clothes, she was ready to explode.

Her heart was beating out of her chest and she felt like she was burning up. She pulled her hand through her hair and it was damp against her forehead. He didn't stop and the feeling of him against her at the same time made her weak with need.

There was something about him and the way he made her feel that was overwhelming her senses and body.

She raised her hips to shimmy out of her pants and pulled at his jeans in a fever until they both had nothing else on.

His eyes went down to her hip where there was tattoo of a butterfly done in purple and pink. He brought his lips down over her stomach slowly, leaving wet kisses along the way and kissed the tattoo. His hands were on her thighs bringing them apart slowly.

"This is gonna be so good, sweetheart." He whispered in that gravely, whiskey hot voice that made all the hair stand up on her body.

She exhaled as she felt his fingers on her and then his lips, then his tongue. She knew by the way he kissed her that this was going to be an experience. She buried her hands in his hair and hung on while he completely turned her into a quivering, screaming lunatic.

He licked greedily and with purpose as if he was struck with unquenchable thirst for her that wouldn't be satisfied until she fell completely apart.

Then she was reaching for him with desperate and frantic hands until he was right there. She pulled his face to hers and placed eager kisses on his lips, rocking herself against him.

"Do it." She breathed out. "Now."

She spread her legs apart and pulled him down on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Carol…I." She wouldn't wait another second, she moved against him and pulled him inside her. "Fuuccckkk."

She gasped out a breath and neither of them moved, the sweat from both of their bodies mixed and they glided against each other slowly.

"I'm done fucking around." She said.

"I see that." He said leaning down to kiss her again, he couldn't get enough now.

She moved her hips up against his. "Move."

He moved against her achingly slow. "You want more?" She nodded. "Tell me."

"More." He pulled out almost ball the way then slammed back into her. Carol's arms wound under his and she pulled him by his shoulders. "More." She met his eyes. "Harder."

"Fuck." He didn't look away.

"Harder."

"God damn Carol."

He kissed her again, holding her tight as both their hips slammed against each other. All he could hear was her breathing and her voice telling him to go harder and harder until it over took his mind first and then his body.

He reached down between them to stroke her again before he let himself go completely. He had to feel it, he had to feel her body let go while he was inside her.

"Come on sweetheart, come on me, come all over my dick." He pleaded. "Come on."

Then he felt it and he heard it as she screamed out his name and he followed her over the cliff and into oblivion.