I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get up! I've been driving all over the place the last few days, ugh. Drove 4 hours to West Plains Missouri for an interview with the EMT/Paramedic program there (got accepted too, by the way!) and then drove4 hours to Hiawatha Kansas the next day to visit family friends. I need to sleep...a lot. And then I've been working too so...yeah. But it's up now :)
Carol loved the sound of rain and the clean, cool smell of it and the damp chill it always brought right before it arrived, it was comforting and familiar and soothing. But at that moment, looking at Daryl Dixon as he sat crosslegged, soaked to the skin, eyes dark and shadowed in the light of the lantern, the rain was only making her nerves tingle stronger than ever and she had to fight herself to keep from jumping his bones right then and there.
A clap of thunder shattered her thoughts and she squeaked in surprise as her body jerked involuntarily, she noticed that Daryl jumped too and for some reason that seemed like the funniest thing in the world to her! She started laughing and covered her mouth when a little snort escaped, blushing but continuing to laugh. Finally she managed to control herself and looked up to see Daryl looking at her with a tiny amused half-smile on his face.
"Woman," he whispered, "Anyone ever tell you...you look pretty damn beautiful when you laugh?"
Carol found that her breath caught in her throat at his words and at first she wasn't quite sure how to react. But the day's revelation she had announced to him earlier was still fresh in her mind and she knew that if she was going to make a move, she needed to make it now.
"Daryl Dixon," she said quietly, locking him in her gaze as she moved to kneel in front of him, "Anyone ever tell you you're the man of their dreams?"
She saw his Adam's Apple bob as he gulped down what she assumed was nervousness or embarressment, maybe a mix of both and she made a mental note to herself to explore that neck of his before the night was through.
"Nope. Never heard that one before." he said softly, his eyes never left hers as she continued her advance across the tent until she was almost on top of him. Something crossed her mind then, a strong sense of possessiveness she hadn't felt since the moment they handed Sophia to her in the hospital. She ran her hands up his legs until the came to rest on the front of his thighs and she leaned forward till she was mere inches from his face.
"Well that's because you're MY dream. Mine." she whispered fiercely, carefully brushing her lips along the ridge of his ear as she began to lean back again. She felt a tell-tale twitch beneath her thigh and she grinned wickedly when she met his eyes again. He looked...terrified.
"Um...I..." he mumbled, his eyes dropped down to where Carol's fingers were tracing a line from his chest to the button of his pants. He felt silent then and Carol wondered what was going on in that mind of his as she purposely pressed her thigh a little more firmly into the crotch of his dirty, worn and bloodstained cargo pants. Her action made his eyes flutter shut and he scrunched his eyebrows together, but he didn't move an inch for a long time and Carol wondered if he was going to kick her out of the tent for her boldness. She felt her confidence melt slightly and her gaze dropped down to where her right hand was absentmindedly tracing the line of light brown hair that ran from his naval and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
But then she felt his finger curl gently under her chin and lift her face up to look at him and she found herself falling deep into the blue depths of his cobalt eyes as he stared at her with a looks of determination. Then she felt her breath leave her lungs as he leaned forward, painfully slow, and took her bottom lips gently between his own in a quick, but strong, kiss. Then something seemed to snap and his hand under her chin slid up to the side of her face and he dug his fingertips into the back of her head, pulling her into his now fervent and desperate feeling kisses. Carol gasped for breath between his lips, teeth and tongue assaulting her mouth, trying to whisper to him that he was rushing this too fast but she found she couldn't get a word in edgewise so she pressed her hands into his chest and pushed him back as hard as she could. He backed off slightly, looking surprised.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice sounded deeper than usual, Carol noticed, and she felt her stomach flip a little between that sound and the ashamed look on his face.
"Don't be," Carol whispered softly, cupping his face in her hands. "I just want to...I want to try some things first..."
She noticed how his eyes widened and she felt so wonderfully wicked and terribly, terribly nervous at the things running through her mind and she smiled at him and gave him a wink.
Gathering all the left over anger, determination and strength she had felt out in the field, she pulled back from him and moved forward, straddling his hips and pushing her palms against his chest until he submitted and laid back completely. She sat firmly on hips and "tested the waters" with a few small circular grinds again him, satified when she felt him harden slightly underneath her and heard him sigh heavily then she put her weight on her knees and leaned down until she claimed his mouth with hers, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. However, that turned out to be a mistake because Daryl grabbed her by the elbows and pushed her back firmly, turning his head he started coughing and Carol felt heat rising in her cheeks from embarressment.
"You tyin' ta *coff* do ta me, woman?" he asked, but Carol heard the humor in his voice and she made herself meet his eyes.
"Sorry, I guess I got a little overzealous..." she apologized.
"I noticed," Daryl replied, the corners of his lips twitched with a threat of a smile. "But don't stop now."
Encouraged, Carol toned the kisses down slightly and started slowly exploring the man beneath her. She kept her promise to herself and started working her way down, starting at his neck. She traced the muscles under his skin with her tongue and nibbled the bump of his Adam's Apple, making him chuckle a little before she moved down to the hollow of his throat and then the crook where his neck connected to his shoulder. She kissed along his collarbone as she pulled the material of his shirt out of the way, her hands slipped underneath and she ran them up his ribcage and over his chest. She felt him sigh and then moan slightly as her hands then began their descent. She gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it roughly up to his shoulders.
He gladly sat up and pulled it off the rest of the way and her eyes scanned him with great appreciation. Carol took in every work-hardened muscle, every faded pink scar, every soft curl of hair on his firm chest as well as the tempting trail just under his naval, leading from his firm stomach into the uncharted mysteries beneath the khaki material of his cargos. She reached out with a shaky hand and gently traced a the particularly thick scar that ran from his side, just above his left hip, around to the bottom of his ribcage. Daryl's hand grabbed her wrist quicker than she thought possible and she gasped in surprise, but there was no anger in his eyes as he pushed her hand away, only a look that Carol wasn't sure how to interpret.
"I'll tell you about 'em sometime, but not now," he whispered roughly, and to accentuate his statement he raised his hips and pressed the hardened bump in his pants into her thigh firmly.
"You promise?" Carol asked softly, tracing another scar just below his right collarbone.
"Promise."
Carol nodded and sat up, scooting her hips off of his and backing away from him, he looked disappointed for a moment before she reached forward and undid the button of his pants. He raised himself up onto his elbows and looked down at her in surprise.
"Well, you don't waste no time, do ya?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"No time to waste these days," Carol replied as she pulled the zipper slowly down and slid her hand inside, gripping his length firmly but gently, smiling when his eyes rolled back and he sucked in a sharp breath. She stroked him experimentally a few times and watched the way his expression changed from pleasantly surprised to shocked to ecstasy in less than a few seconds with a small smile on her own face. When she stopped moving her hand, his eyes opened slowly and he met her eyes and she saw the excitement and arousal in the darkness of his gaze.
"Good lord, woman," he said breathily. "You're a damn tease."
With as wicked a grin as she could muster, Carol gripped the waist of his pants and peeled them down his hips to his knees, freeing him from the confines of the material. His eyes widened in surprise but he kicked the offending garment the rest of the way off with a gleam in his eye. Carol let her eyes travel slowly down from his eyes to where his erection was pressing firmly into her stomach as she leaned against him. She wasn't really expecting what she found, but she wasn't completely surprised...
"Always the rebel, huh Dixon?" she asked, her eyes trained on every uncircumcised inch of him.
And Daryl Dixon did something she would never have expected. He blushed.
"I was born on the dirty kitchen floor of a shack in the mountains," he blurted out quickly, a tiny hint of panic on the edge of his voice. "Not like I had a choice in the matter or nothin'."
Carol laughed and immediately felt awful for it because his face took on a look of sad acceptance.
"If you don't wanna go through with this, I understand," he mumbled, and he started to pull away from under underneath her. She pushed his hips back down to the ground with her palms and got right up in his face.
"You know something, Daryl? You're ridiculous. Do you honestly think I'd be that petty?" she whispered softly. Her hands slid down a few inches and she took him in hand again. "Let me just show you exactly how much of a flyng fuck I don't give."
And she didn't even give him a chance to react to her little speech, she moved herself down his body until her lips found the tip of him and brushed over gently, she felt his whole body twitch at the contact and she grinned at him before she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.
She didn't know what possessed her to do this. She couldn't really say why she had thought this was a good idea, but some little part of her mind had been nagging her since they had taken refuge in the tent that this was something she needed to do. Unwanted, the thought of Ed and how he had forced her to do this many times during their marriage shot into her mind and she almost pulled back, and when Daryl's hand slid into the layers of her now shaggy hair she almost panicked, afraid he was going to hold her there and take control, but relaxed when she realized he was only gripping her hair out of the need for something to hold on to. She bobbed her head slowly, loving the way Daryl's breath was coming out in breathy moans and grunts and and the occasional whimper as she worked. She picked up the pace and started twisting and pressing her tongue in different ways, listening to how he reacted. And then she realized why she was doing this: because she wanted more than anything to make him feel good. Because if anyone in this group needed relief and deserved this, it was Daryl.
She was lost in thought until she felt the hand he had threaded through her hair suddenly grip and pull her hair tightly and she squeaked in surprise and lifted her eyes up to meet his, but she didn't pull back. He locked dilated, darkened wide eyes with her and insistently pulled on her hair again.
"Carol...you better back off," he said breathlessly.
She lifted her head and he sighed at the sudden lack of contact, but she didn't remove her hand from where her fingers were curled around the base of him.
"But I want to..." she started insisting, but he sat up and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up to his chest as he rolled her slightly to the side as he leaned over her.
"Don't rush," he whispered gruffly, "You ain't the quicky type."
Carol wasn't sure just how to take that but she didn't have time to think before she felt the rough, calloused warmth of his hands slip under her shirt and lift it over her head. She obliged him and let the shirt slid off her arm onto the ground next to them. Daryl's fingers traced up her sides until his hands slid behind her and twisted her bra hooks, she shivered when she felt the restricting piece of clothing loosen suddenly and slip down between their stomachs. He hooked the strap on a finger and flicked it away like it was an annoying bug or something and leaned back, his eyes taking her in with a look of appreciation.
"Damn..." he whistled slightly and gently cupped her small breasts in his palms, running the pads of his thumbs over her quickly hardening nipples. She shuddered slightly under his touch and he smiled at her, his eyes softer than she had ever seen and she counted herself lucky to be here with him now.
"Ed always told me my chest was too small..." she said quietly, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck as she savoured the feeling of his hands.
"He was an asshole," Daryl stated matter-of-factly, his hands sliding down her stomach and he pushed her back firmly. She rolled onto her back with a giggle, but fell silent when he knelt between her legs and moved his hands to the button of her jeans and twisted, popping it open before Carol could even think. He had them down to her knees in no time and she lifted her legs to kick them off. He sat back and looked at her with a crooked grin as she tossed the jeans over her head, then she sat up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down on top of her.
She found her breath cut off by his mouth and she felt his thumbs hook into the waistband of her panties and her chest tightened nervously when he slid them off without any hesitation.
"Daryl," she gasped, turning her head to escape his lips.
"Shh," she felt his breath tickle her ear as he leaned down to nibble at her neck just behind it.
She saw little stars in her vision from the feeling of his lips and teeth and tongue on the sensitive skin of her neck, but she pushed against his chest firmly. He growled into her throat and she stopped.
"Do you not want to do this or somethin'?" he asked grimly as he settled between her thighs, pressing his cock against her core to emphasize the question. Carol let out a little moan.
"Yes, oh god, yes I do...but I wanted this to be for you," she said softly. "This isn't about what I want."
"Then, trust me, this is what I want," Daryl responded, seriousness in every word.
Carol relaxed and felt him do the same. He rolled partway off of her, his right leg still laying in between her calves, and his hand slid slowly down her body until it slipped between her thighs and she felt his fingertips slip between her lips which were understandably dripping wet from the anticipation. He hesitated for a moment but then he slipped a finger deep inside her and she bit her lip slightly as that long forgotten feeling shot up her spine and she wiggled into his hand. Daryl chuckled quietly and added a second finger and began to slip them in and out in a painfully slow motion, making Carol groan and push into his hand.
"Daryl...don't be an ass," she said with annoyance. He just grinned, but began to pick up the pace of his fingers, pumping them a little bit faster each time he pushed them back in. Then Carol felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her and it took her a second to focus on what was going on, but then she realized he had changed his technique and his fingers were curling and uncurling deep inside her, pressing into a spot she had almost forgot existed. She felt her whole body twitch each time he curled those strong, very talented fingers of his and she laid her head back in pure ecstasy.
"Oh my god..." she groaned quietly, her vision was starting to get fuzzy on the edges and she felt a tightening deep down inside her. But then the wonderful pressure inside her disappeared as he pulled his fingers out suddenly.
She whined at him not to stop but he just gave her a grin the Cheshire Cat would be proud of and he climbed back on top of her, positioning himself over her in a no-nonsense way, his eyes locked with hers, and Carol felt a nervous flutter in her stomach as he reached between them, guiding himself to her entrance. He pressed into her gently and waited for her approval.
"Daryl Dixon, stop making me crazy!" Carol growled, gripping his biceps firmly. "Do. It. NOW!"
She was trying to intimidate him but it obviously didn't work because he just shook his head in amusement, but she didn't have time to be mad because he cut off her thoughts when he finally pushed inside her. Carol's grip on his arm was vice-like as he let her adjust to him, but she soon relaxed her grip and moved her hand to bury it in his dirty blonde hair. He took this as a signal to continue and she gasped loudly as he began to thrust into her slowly, pushing as deep as he could each time, she felt him brush against that oh-so-sweet spot once and she let out a loud groan before she could stop herself. Encouraged, Daryl's pace began to pick up and his grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her into his thrusts, but she soon gathered herself together and began rising into his hips on her own, freeing his hands. He entertwined his fingers with hers and pushed her hands over her head as he started up an almost frantic pace with his hips, and his mouth crashed into hers with a desperation she didn't know he could be capable of, tongue working furiously behind her teeth, his breathy moans mixing with her own.
Carol felt a cramp starting in her hip from the angle and she tried to shift slightly, but he must have known what she needed because he released her right left hand and slid his right hand under her thigh and hitched it up. She followed his lead and hooked her leg behind him, running her heel against the smooth, well muscled skin of his backside until the cramp subsided and she had a wicked idea. She took her now free hand and reached down, grabbing a handfull of that tight Dixon ass she had admired for so long. Her action must have surprised him because he gasped slightly and then laughed lightly into her mouth as he slowed his strokes inside her.
But the slow pace didn't last long and pretty soon Carol felt that tightening deep inside her again as he pounded into her, hitting that spot again and again, making Carol's entire body tense and shake and she knew she was close, so very, very close.
"Daryl...oh, god, please don't stop!" she tried raising her hips to meet him but she just couldn't seem to get her muscles to cooperate.
His only reply was a deep, guttural growl and an increase in the speed of his thrusts, his fingertips dug deep into the flesh of her thigh as he hitched it up again and his teeth nipped at the top of her left breast, causing a little flash of pain that somehow felt amazing in this state of euphoria. Carol felt the pressure inside her building and growing stronger until, finally, she felt herslf reach the peak and tumble over the edge. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around him and her hips jerked involuntarily as fireworks exploded in her vision and she vaguely heard herself scream as her mind went blank with pure, untainted relief. Moments later, Daryl's sporatic bucking ended with one last shuddering thrust and a few loud grunting moans and Carol felt a different kind of warmth spread through her as he released inside her and then collapsed, completely spent, on top of her.
"Can't breathe..." Carol wheezed from under his chest and he chuckled lightly as he rolled to the side, slipping out of her in the process, completely ending their connection.
"Wow..." she heard him mumble into her shoulder where his nose was pressed into her skin.
"Yeah...wow..." Carol agreed.
And she just knew inside that Daryl wasn't one for talk after sex so she fell silent and listened to the rain on the tent and the rumbles of thunder as she traced the scars that covered the hillbilly angel next to her, thankful for what they had done even if this was the only time, and waiting until the day he would be ready to tell her the stories behind these faded lines.
Well there ya go! Let me know what you thought, suggestions for their next encounter, and any possible scar stories you think would be plausible! I have a few in mind, but an input is welcome.
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