Here we go, another chapter.
I hope you like it! I hope it doesn't have so many grammar mistakes either, since it's 2.25 am here and I couldn't check it that much.
S.-
12.
Daryl hurried from the shower to his bedroom, his eyes scanning the few shirts and t-shirts he owned in search of something more or less decent to wear. He was thinking of so many things at the same time he didn't know where to start: his house wasn't exactly clean but he guessed it was too late to do anything about it, and at least he always had a few beers on the fridge, even some whiskey too, but he realized she hadn't mentioned whether she wanted to eat something or not. She hadn't really mentioned anything other than the fact she was coming and he didn't know whether he should set a table for two or some nice shit like that or just take it easy and wait until she came, wait to see what she wanted to do. He honestly didn't care. She'd called and his mood had changed dramatically ever since then. Even when this was the last thing he'd imagined he'd been doing tonight, even when he was so unused to having a woman over he really didn't know how to proceed.
She knocked on the door at almost 9.30 and he jumped off the couch to get it, unable to avoid looking at her up and down the second he saw her, a hint of a smile on his lips as he noticed how good she looked. It wasn't a sophisticated outfit or anything, which was exactly why he liked it so much, the bright blue tank top making her eyes stand out even more than they usually did, and a pair of faded blue jeans that hugged her hips nicely.
"Hi", she said, and he cleared his throat, stepping aside to let her walk in.
"Hey Carol", he said shyly, his lack of charm something he hated in these kinds of situations.
"Ya, huh.. ya look nice", he offered, trying not to care about how deep he started to blush the second the words came out of his mouth.
She walked towards the couch and left her purse there, looking at him over her shoulder with a smile on her face. "You always look nice", she said simply, her gaze travelling up and down his body.
"uh thanks, hey.. I didn't know whatcha wanted ta do.. I mean, ya ate already?" he asked, walking towards her, his hands on his pockets.
"Um, no, not really", she replied. "It's ok though".
Daryl chuckled and shook his head. "It ain't never ok fer me if I haven eaten.. I can, huh.. I ain't got much in tha fridge but I can fix us somethin' I guess, or we can order.. yer call", he bursted out nervously. "Meanwhile ya tell me whatcha wanna drink".
"I actually am a little hungry", she admitted with a smile.
"Alrite then…c'mon", he said, motioning with his head for her to follow him.
Daryl silently thanked the fact Merle didn't spend so much time there anymore, which explained why the fridge wasn't as empty as it usually was. He asked Carol whether chicken salad sandwich was alright with her, although he suddenly wished he had a rabbit to cook her a more impressive dinner. He offered her a beer can and opened one himself, taking a long sip from it as he silently fixed the sandwiches, Carol sitting on a bench behind him.
"You said you lived with your brother, right? I never saw him around", Carol commented, breaking the silence.
"Yeah… he ain't around much lately, he's um, fu.. seein' this woman, stays at her place a lot", he explained, looking at her over his shoulder. "not that I complain though", he added with a chuckle.
"Do you guys get along well? I never had any brothers or sisters… don't really know how it works, you know?" she said thoughtfully, her eyes following him as he moved around the kitchen.
Daryl looked up the ceiling, actually giving it some thought. He was sure no one had ever asked that to him and he was sure that question had never crossed his mind either. Did he get along with Merle? He'd say it was more complicated like that, then again… it'd always been him and Merle.
"Guess we do", he said with a shrug. "Merle is.. huh, he's an asshole most 'f tha time, guess I'm jus' used ta it", he commented.
"Alrite, let's fuckin' eat", he announced, putting the sandwiches and another round of beers on a tray and heading towards the small living room.
They finished eating really quickly, talking about random things in between, Carol having complimented his sandwiches a thousand times, which he found amusing. There were subtle things about her, he realized, like the way she seemed so grateful and marveled over little things, things anyone would do, that got him thinking, but he shrugged them off, deciding it wasn't his business. At least not yet.
He crushed a cigarrete on the ashtray and leaned against the couch, trying to keep from getting nervous now that there wasn't any distraction since dinner was over. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and she really did look relaxed, like if all those thoughts about what the hell this was and what was supposed to happen next weren't running through her head the way they were running through his.
"I thought ya weren' callin..", he said suddenly as he watched her lean to get her beer from the coffee table.
"I meant to call.. I mean, before, but I just, I couldn't… until today", she explained, turning her body to face him.
"'s alrite.. ya ain't gotta explain… I jus' thought, well.. ain't matter anyway", he told her, not really knowing what he was trying to say.
"I've been thinking about you though, all this time… even when I couldn't call", she said softly, lifting her eyes to reach his.
He swallowed hard and shifted his body, his lips curling in an almost unperceptible smile and his heart hammering in his chest over her statement.
"Been thinkin' bout ya too... hell I even went to tha' bar las' Friday, thought ya migh' be there", he confessed with a snort, benting his head down.
She leaned slightly forward, taking him by surprise when he felt her warm hand brush his cheek, and he lifted his head up, noticing how close her face was, her eyes staring at him intensely.
"You went to that bar?" she asked in a whisper, but she didn't give him any time to answer because the next second her lips were brushing against his. His hand instantly went to her face but she pulled apart, searching for his eyes as if asking if it was ok.
"I did", he murmured, his voice coming out so low he barely recognized it, and he caught her face with both his hands and kissed her, her lips so soft as they moved over his he let out a growl and slid his tongue over her bottom lip, urging her for permission. Her lips parted instantly and he reached for her tongue with his, shivering when he felt her hands on his chest, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.
And he'd never really put that much energy into kissing anyone, never really enjoyed it the way he was now, maybe because he didn't know whether this was going to be all they were doing, maybe because there was just something about her, that just dragged him into whatever it was that she wanted out of him. But as he leaned over her, almost unconsciously, her hands going down his chest to his stomach, and further south until her fingers curled in the waistband of his jeans he just felt it wasn't enough; and he groaned as he bit her bottom lip, his lips hungrily searching for hers again, instinct starting to win him over as his own hands travelled up her waist until they brushed the sides of her breasts.
He let his fingers linger over her small, rounded breasts as their tongues melted together, growing even harder when he felt her nipples under the thin material of her tank top and bra, and she threw her head back, her eyes shut close as a soft moan escaped from her lips, which encouraged him to move to the crook of her neck and leave wet kisses up her ear as his hands explored her body, not daring to move underneath her clothes just yet.
"oh my god Daryl", she hissed when he took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it, his name on her lips turning him impossibly on and he covered her mouth with his once more, his whole body over hers as he balanced himself with one arm, the other travelling down her body and brushing her thighs, urging her to spread her legs, urging to feel her even over all those layers of clothes. She moaned over his lips when he pressed himself into her, her own hips lifting up and grinding against him. "Oh, fuck", he growled, moving his mouth to her shoulder and biting it as softly as he could. "Carol, hold up", he muttered a little against his will, but he suddenly felt he was close and the last thing he wanted was to come out of dry humping, even when he felt like he'd never needed a release so much before.
He looked up at her, her eyes narrowed and her face flushed, her chest moving up and down matching her unsteady breathing.
"Jesus, ya feel so good.. an' I didn' even touch ya yet..", he whispered, nuzzling his face against her short hair, his hands moving up her arm in a slower motion.
She remained silent and brought her hand to his cheek, moving his face to kiss him again, his lips moving lazily against her own, but when she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip the kiss heated instantly, her hands moving dangerously down once more. And as she kissed him and pressed her body against his he realized that, for whichever odd reason he simply didn't care to understand right now, it seemed she wanted him just as much as he did.
"Ya wanna go to my room?" he whispered on her mouth.
"Yes", she stated, and in one quick movement he stood up, stretching his hand to lead her where he'd been wanting to go for a while now.
He didn't even bother to turn the lights on when they reached his room, his grip on her hand tightening instantly when he felt her other hand roam over his back, as if making sure he was still there. He turned around slowly, not wanting to bump into her, his eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light.
He brought his hand to her cheek and watched her, the surrounding darkness bringing a whole different atmosphere and giving him a little more courage as he leaned forward without breaking eye contact. She breathed in anticipation the second before his lips touched hers, wrapping her arms around his neck as he walked backwards, her small hands fighting to unbutton his shirt. He let his hands travel to the hem of her tank top and started to lift it up, but she abruptly stopped him and stepped back.
Daryl stood still, unable to understand what had just happened and trying to search on her face any kind of explanation, but since she didn't do anything either he headed to the door and turned the lights on, letting out a sigh. He saw her sit on the side of his bed, her hands on her chin, and he walked towards her, frowning in confusion.
"What's wrong?" he asked finally.
"I want this, so badly, it's just that", she murmured, and when he looked at him he saw her eyes were watery. He started to worry, trying hard to figure out what could possibly be going on.
"What is it?" he asked softly, kneeling down and lifting her chin with his finger.
"I'm not.. Daryl, I'm", she started saying, a single tear rolling down her face.
"Carol.. jesus, what is it? 's alrite, ya can tell me" he repeated, starting to freak out.
"Someone hurt me... they hurt me and my body, it shows it...", she said in a trembling voice, avoiding his eyes.
He swallowed hard, rage starting to run through his veins as he took her hand and pulled her up with him, wrapping his arms around her. He held her like that for a few minutes, his own emotions coming out as well because of all the things she could have possible said to him, this one he understood, this one he'd been through as well, this one he knew how damaging was. And it felt surreal, standing in front of someone who'd been hurt the same way he had.
Without thinking, he gently grabbed her arms and brought them to the small of his back, placing his own hands over hers and slowly moving them up.
"They hurt me too", he murmured on her ear as both their hands explored the scars of his back. She pulled her head from his shoulder and looked at him, her blue eyes wide.
"An' ya ain't no damn less beautiful than ya are cuz of whateva they done to ya.. an' ya should never think any differently, ya don' give'em that", he told her, her gaze too intense for him to hold it.
He dropped his hands to his sides and dared watching her, her eyes stuck on his and her hands still running over his back.
And she sighed and crushed her lips on his, her arms going to the nape of his neck as she pulled him to her, kissing him deeply, her tongue moving back and forth against his and she grabbed one of his hands and placed it back on the hem of her tank top.
