14.

She was silent when she got in his truck. She desperately tried to think of something to say, something to talk about... the seeds, his dog, the car shop, Milton, Herman… but she couldn't think of a single thing other than the fact that she was here again, alone with him. She figured it was imposible that Daryl wasn't going back to that moment either, the situation was way too similar than that of the other night.

They remained silent for about half the way to Andrea's house. Daryl was just focusing on the road, not even looking at her. She suddenly realized how stupid she had been for thinking he would make any movement. She actually felt dissapointed, but then again, it wasn't that the guy had done anything to make her think it was gonna be like that. She had to stop listening to Andrea talking about shit. As she scanned Daryl's face, she realized he looked more tired and willing to go home than anything else. Perhaps he was even annoyed for having to take her to Andrea's… he had offered to do it though. Carol thought that maybe he just hadn't had any other choice. Or maybe he just wanted to show her that everything was ok, that they could even be friends or something. She started to hate herself for being such a 15 year old and getting her hopes up over nothing.

'Pretty weird little party back there', Daryl interrupted her thoughts. She had been so lost in them she had almost forgotten he was still there, driving her to Andrea's.

Carol laughed too abruptly for her own like.

'Uh, yeah, it was, was pretty weird. It was fun though, you didn't like it?'
'Had fun maself actually. You headin' to Andrea's?'
'I'm heading to Andrea's, yes'. She answered, letting out the breath she had been holding.
'You repeatin' every damn thing I say?' he chuckled, glancing at her through the corner of his eye.
She looked at him now feeling slightly more relaxed. 'I didn't notice I was doing that. But yes, I guess I could repeat every thing you say. Omitting the swearing, of course'.
'Ya shouldn't. I say pretty fucked up stuff most of tha time'.
'You do? Like what?' She didn't know where he was heading, but she supossed it wouldn't hurt top lay a little with him. He had rejected her once, she figured she could take it again.
His eyes were focusing on the road in front of him. He frowned as if he was thinking hard whether to say it or not.
'Like tellin' ya not to come with me tha' other night.'
Carol remained silent for a second. She put her hand near his thigh and looked at him understandingly.
'It's ok. You wasn't obliged to do anything Daryl. It's ok if you didn't want to'.

Daryl pulled the car off. He slowly turned so he was openly facing her now. He looked down to her hand on his thigh and then back to her eyes.

'Look… I'm a fuckin idiot som'times ok? Tha' day.. I didn't think ya should do tha' or somethin'. He searched for a lock of hair that was above her ear and played with it for a second. He dropped his hand then and brought it to his mouth to chew on his thumb. Hers was still resting on his thigh.

'But I want to', Carol said, moving her own hand a little further.
Daryl breathed heavily. 'Ya wanna what?' he asked, his voice in a husky whisper.
Carol was having trouble to speak. Her hand moved from his thigh and pressed firmly against his chest. 'go to your place? You? I want you, Daryl. I do', she said, blushing and looking down.

Daryl lifted her chin with his fingers so she was now looking at him. His eyes were dark and she thought she could even hear his heart beating fastly. Or it was hers, she didn't know. He didn't kiss her right away though. He brushed her lips and her cheeks with his fingers slowly bringing her face to his, without avoiding her gaze. His lips were almost touching hers as he whispered: 'I fuckin want ya too'.

He kissed her roughly. There was no way he could take it slow this time… it had been days of need building inside him, days of thinking his chance was gone. His tongue didn't ask for permission and it just slid into her mouth, searching for hers desperately, his teeth biting her tongue and her lower lip. She kissed him back eagerly, running her hands through his hair in her own rough way, leaning until she was almost over him, softly moaning against his lips in the few miliseconds they would gasp for air. She broke the kiss for a little moment only to kiss him again, setting a new slower pace this time, her tongue playing with his in a more lazy way. He moved his hands from her waist to her neck, softly touching her face as he kissed her back slowly but deeply, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth and searching for hers to massage it and fight for dominance. They kept on making out like that for a while, he didn't remember having ever enjoyed kissing someone as much as he was now, but he could feel that urge starting to grow uncontrollably inside him and he was making every effort not to start taking her clothes off right there. Just the thought of it made him even harder and he moved his mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down from her ear to her collar bone. She leaned her head to give him better access and he could hear her breathing heavily and moaning in his shoulder. Fuck. He felt he wasn't able to control this anymore. He brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her roughly again, his tongue all over hers, his hands moving to her hips as if trying to lift her up from the car seat.

Carol broke the kiss and panted a little. Daryl's face remained close to hers, his eyes half opened and staring at her with an expression of want she had never seen in him or in any man before for that matter. And it turned her on in a way she didn't know existed either. Heat was spreading all over her body and she felt she was so wet he could have even felt it through her jeans. Her hand slid from his neck to his chest and she slowly began to move it down, tracing patterns in his stomach with her fingers and further down until they reached the waistband of his pants. She looked down to his crotch and felt her whole body tingle as she saw his evident, big erection. Daryl held her wrist, without avoiding her glance, and moved his lips towards her own, but instead of kissing her, his mouth barely brushed hers as he said:
'wanna go to ma place?'

She just nodded, her eyes wide opened. They slowly broke apart until they got back to their initial positions in their respective seats.

Daryl took some time to start the car. He thought he wouldn't make it to his house... the idea of just going to the back of the truck sounding too tempting in that moment. But in his head he was also picturing Carol lying in his bed in her underwear and he figured that's how he wanted this to happen. There were still 15 minutes until they got there. Fuck. This was gonna be the fucking longest journey of his whole life.

Carol needed to stop thinking about a half naked Daryl kissing her whole body. She couldn't recover from that make out sesion and she felt more turned on even just by looking at him and reminising what had happened only minutes ago.

'So what do you think about Milton and Andrea?' she asked, trying to bring up some conversation.
'Dunno. Guess I don't have any thoughts 'bout it'.
'I think they are kind of cute'.
'Yea, dunno. All I know is.. if I was a chick, I'd definitaly not be into Milton.'

Carol laughed and punched him in the arm.

'That's mean, Daryl! What's wrong about him? I think he's ok. He actually looks good behind those glasses'.
'Jus' sayin' I wouldn't maself, guess someone else would… like Andrea, evidently'.
'And who would you go for if you were a woman?'

He found himself actually trying to think about it. He guessed Herman was an ok guy, or even Merle? He chuckled at his own thoughts.

'I'd be a lesbian and I'd be into ya'.
Carol laughed. 'But I'm not a lesbian!'
'Ya'd be too if I was a chick'. Daryl smirked at her.

Carol let her hand rest on his thigh again.
'You're being kind of cocky you know?' She said, smiling at him and squeezing a little.

Daryl hit the breaks and put his own hand over hers, holding it firmly and guiding it until she was almost touching his crotch. He turned and stared at her: 'And ya need to stop that if ya want me to hold it 'til we get to ma place' he muttered.
Her eyes stopped smiling. She leaned in and whispered in his ear: 'I don't think I can', pressing her hand against his now full erection.

Daryl stayed very still and swallowed hard, closing his eyes and resting his head against the seat. He took her hand in his and placed it on her own leg.

'Tell ya what, til we get there, I'm jus' gonna convince maself it is Milton sittin' next ta me'.