AN: new chapter. This is going to be ending soon. One maybe two chapters left. Smut ahead :) I'm having a bad day with my RA, I might update again later if my hands cooperate. That's why this is not proofed. Let me know what u think :)
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Chapter 12
Merle and Andrea were gone. They'd gone through the motions of the celebratory drink for their nuptials, but Merle not getting the reaction he'd hoped for had grumblingly left with Andrea, muttering how he couldn't believe he interrupted his honeymoon for Daryl.
He hadn't spoken to Carol since her admission. He wasn't sure how he felt. Shocked maybe? Stupid? How could he have not known? Not recognized her voice?
"I'll get a cab home."
Her soft voice murmured across the room. That wasn't what he wanted. He wasn't sure what he was red. To fight, and then maybe get back to what they were doing?
"Did you think that this was funny?"
His voice was barely a whisper. He was unsure where it had come from. He turned and watched her shoulders drop.
"No, absolutely not. For the first time since...ever... I was attracted and intrigued in not one but two men. Then I realized you were the same person. I didn't know how to tell you. I like you Daryl. I like you a lot. " She was staring at him with those eyes. Damn it. How dare she have eyes like that. Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it.
"I like you too." Fuck.
The smile that crossed her face was adorable. Fuck this was unfair. "Don't smile at me like that!" He snapped.
Her face fell "Why?"
He crossed his arms and put on what Merle described as his pouting face. "Cause it ain't fair, you're acting all cute and I want to be mad." He growled.
She smirked biting her lip, taking tentative steps forward. "Cute huh?"
"Stahhp." He growled.
She peeled down one shoulder of her dress. "Do you think my shoulder is cute?" She whispered huskily.
"No, I don't." He huffed with his arms crossed. But he knew his eyes said otherwise.
"Oh, well I will have to show you the other one." She said stepping in front of him, letting her dress fall to her feet.
"Pretty sure that's illegal in a fight." He growled.
She cocked her head to the side then slipped her fingers to the waist band of the panties she was wearing, shimmying them down. The same panties he'd had his hand down an hour before. "I fight dirty." She said with grin.
"Fuck my life." He growled grabbing her. "I'm still pissed." He growled before he started kissing her neck. He was rough. His scruff on his face scratching at her skin. But she didn't seem to mind. Her fingers seemed to dig deeper into his hair.
"I know, I think you need to punish me." She said. God damn, he felt a thunderbolt jolt through him.
"This ain't part of your phone act is it." He said as his hands came down to her ass.
"God no, it's just what I want you to do to me." She panted.
Well fuck. Everything she said was the most sexy thing he'd ever heard. "I do think you need to be punished." He grunted as he continued his coarse along her neck.
"Oh yeah." She whispered as she worked at the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders.
He grabbed her suddenly turning her, and leaning her over the bed.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." He growled before his hand landed on her ass the first time. She moaned out loud nodding her head as she grabbed at the comforter beneath her. "More."
He grunted as his hand came down to slap her ass again. She was writhing on the bed lifting her ass up, her feet rising to her tiptoes on the floor.
"Is that all you got?" She murmured with a grin looking over her shoulder.
He wasn't sure he could take much more. His dick was ready to explode. Dripping wet, her words had him practically whimpering as his hand came down to her ass and smacked her again, and again, her moans were becoming loud.
He suddenly couldn't wait any longer as he fumbled with his belt trying to get his pants open.
She looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing. "Oh god yes." She groaned before he sunk into her, in one deep thrust.
"Oh fuck yes." She moaned.
"Got a dirty fucking mouth on ya." He muttered, as he slid himself out of her? To the tip of her wet heat only to slam himself back into her. She rolled her hips up to meet him.
"You like it." She murmured her forehead pressed to the bed.
"Maybe." He smirked as he thrust into her yet again feeling her walls tighten around him.
"Don't you come yet. I wanna see how dirty that mouth can get." He said starting to thrust into her in a rhythm.
"I need too." She panted her walls squeezing him even tighter.
"No" he grinned "I'm still pissed." He growled as he pounded into her. He was bound and determined to draw it out as long as he could.
"Oh fuck Daryl...please...fuck, fuck, fuck. Just like that." She was moaning now, writhing under him on the bed, as he continued to thrust into her rapidly. He wasn't going to last much longer.
"You learn you're lesson?" He panted.
"Oh god, yes baby, fuck. Please." She groaned her forehead pressed to the bed her knuckles white from the grip she had the bedspread in.
He grabbed her hips, slamming himself into her now. Practically pulling himself into her. His own release close.
"Alright, now"
He felt her come immediately as she cried out in relief. Her body spamming around him. Her release setting off his own as his grip on her hips probably bruised her slightly.
He slumped down onto her back, pressing kisses to the area between her shoulder blades. Still connected to her.
"I'm sorry." She whispered simply.
"Ain't nothing to be sorry for." He pulled out of her standing and shedding his pants. He picked her up and then deposited her on the bed lying straight before he crawled on top of her. "I was never mad, just felt stupid." He murmured as he settled in between her legs.
She was still sensitive, she hissed as his dick, cradled itself in her wet folds. He moaned and rocked his hips.
"Oh god.." Her head fell back. "I never thought you were stupid, just sweet. You're the best man I have ever met." She rocked her hips up moaning as slid himself along her, rubbing over her clit.
He chuckled "Stahhp."
She paused for a moment and grabbed his cheeks "I'm serious, you are." She said staring at him earnestly.
He smiled then nipped down at her breast. "I didn't mean literally stop." He groaned and then grunted as her hips started to roll yet again. Grinding herself into him. He felt himself grow hard again. He wasn't used to being ready so soon for a second time. He reached down and positioned himself at her entrance.
This time was slow, he watched her face, and touched her cheeks with his fingertips and he slowly thrust, in awe of what he was seeing on her face. The beginning of something new and amazing, something he never had in all his life.
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"Do you like your job?" Daryl asked, as much as he hated the idea of Carol's job, if she liked it, he would learn to live with it.
Carol was straddling his lap, he was still nestled inside her from the third time they had been together. His knees were raised and she was leaning back against them his back against the headboard, Carol was watching him as they both came back to earth and he lazily played with her breasts.
"No...I sorta like the writing part of it." She said Blushing.
"Writing?"
"Yeah the scripts, I make up these stories in my head to go along with them." She said. "I don't know what else to do. I could go back to school.."
"You should do that."
"Go back to school?"
"No, write. If you like it. Women love shit like that don't they? You should write a book. You're manager of the building now so you got that job, to tide you over." He trailed off.
She looked thoughtful. "Will you help me erase arch my ideas? " she said with a grin.
"Damn straight." He said pulling her down on top of him.
