Chapter 14: Come Away With Me
Author's Note: To the people still reading, thank you, and please keep the feedback coming! Caryl on!
Merle swallowed hard and took a step back. This woman was a spitfire and gorgeous to boot. He couldn't help but feel a little turned on when she narrowed her eyes at him and looked at him like he was scum on the bottom of her shoe. Christ, he knew he had issues, but this was a little much.
"Slow down, sugar," he chuckled. "I'm sure we can figure this one out."
"Is this true? And more important, did you really go to the media just to make a quick dollar off your brother's girlfriend?"
"What'd you say your name is again, sweetheart?"
"Michonne," she bit out, getting more pissed off by the second.
"Well, Michonne. Since you asked so nicely, I might be willin' to give you some answers." He made a show of checking her out from head to toe, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Look, I've got things to do."
"You got a date or somethin'?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," she replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "He's a cop. Carries a big gun." Merle chuckled at that. Michonne stepped closer to him. "You realize who my friend is, right?"
"Big TV star. Cute little thing," he grinned. "Oh, yeah. I'm a big fan."
"So is it true? What you said?"
"I never said it," Merle pointed out.
"Then how do they have your name?"
"Well, they got my brother's name, and they know he owns a place called Dixon Bros. I'm sure it weren't that hard to get my name."
"Then why did they quote you like you said it?"
"You been livin' here longer'n me, I expect. How do they do anything they do? They want money, they'll find a way." Michonne studied his face for a moment.
"Well, I hope you're telling the truth, because it'd be a really shitty thing to do."
"Scout's honor."
"I have a hard time believing you were ever a boy scout," Michonne smirked, relaxing a little bit as she took a step back from him.
"Would you believe my daddy used to be a sheriff? That turn you on, like your big shot cop boyfriend?"
"Go to hell," Michonne muttered. "Look, if you see your brother, tell him I'm watching him. I'm not afraid to come after him if he's lying to my friend."
"You got it, sweetheart. I'll tell him, but I'm guessin' he's with your friend right now. Why don't ya just give her a call and sort all this out?" Michonne hesitated.
"I tried. She didn't answer."
"So my guess is he's got her screamin' his name right about now with her legs reaching up to Jesus."
"You're a pig," Michonne spat, which made his grin grow wider.
"I might be a pig, but I ain't no liar. Didn't say none of those things. 'Course I don't expect you to believe that." He narrowed his eyes at her. "You seem all ready to defend that friend of yours, and you know all too well how the folks of Hollyweird work, lyin' and makin' shit up, but you come in here accusin' me of lyin' on my brother? I might look like a piece of shit, and hell, ask my girlfriend, she might tell you I am, but I ain't never gonna do a thing like that to my baby brother. You understand?"
Michonne said nothing then. She just watched him. Finally, she nodded.
"If he hurts her…"
"He won't. My brother's a good man. He might be a little wet behind the ears, but I know when my brother's in love, and trust me, he is. Maybe they ain't said it to each other, 'cause it's all shiny and new, but I know love when I see it. Trust me. He ain't never gonna do nothin' to hurt her. Not on purpose, anyway." He nodded at her. "You got your friend to look out for. But I got my little brother. I'm in his corner, and ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let some lyin' tabloid story come between me and him. You just trust 'ole Merle. I'll fix this."
"You'd better, because playing with people like that is bullshit," Michonne pointed out. "I don't care if you did it or not. Your name's in the article, so you need to fix it. I don't know how you're gonna fix it, because it's out there, and people are gonna believe what they want, but you better try. I like Daryl, but my friend comes first, and whatever happens, I'm on her side here." And then she turned and was gone, and Merle was re-thinking everything he'd ever thought he knew about women. She was something else, and boy did he hope he was going to see her again.
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Cerulean blue. That was the color of the water just before the sun set, and the moment darkness settled over the quiet community, Carol grinned widely and jumped, naked, into the water. Daryl watched in awe as she came up, hair slicked with water, skin glimmering under the moonlight.
"Ain't you afraid someone's gonna see?" Daryl asked, cautiously dipping a toe into the water. He was surprised when it felt warmer than he expected.
"That's why I picked this place," she chuckled. "None of the neighbors have windows facing the backyard, I have high fences, and if anybody's flying overhead, it's too dark to make anything out."
"Ya know they make cameras with night vision now, right?" he asked with a smirk. Carol grinned then, and he watched, mesmerized, as she waded toward him.
"Well, we'll just have to be careful not to attract attention, won't we?" she asked teasingly, bringing a wet hand up out of the water to curl around his ankle. Her gaze moved down his body to his groin, where his cock stood erect and aching for her touch. Fuck, when did that happen? She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down when he practically gulped, and she bit her lower lip to stifle a giggle. "Does this surprise you? That I like to swim naked?"
"A little bit. A good surprise," he chuckled. "But I ain't never done this before."
"Well, it's best when done under the moonlight and with somebody who has very dirty things planned for afterward." Daryl smirked at that, and he sighed, keeping his eyes on her as she backed away to give him room. He lowered himself down to crouch at the side of the pool, and then he hopped in, and the shock of the cool water surrounding him had him shivering the second he breached the surface.
"Shit, that felt warmer before I jumped in."
"Oh, I'll warm you up, Pookie," she whispered, immediately going to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He moaned softly the second she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He backed up to lean against the side of the pool, and Carol giggled against his lips when his hand moved down her back and over her ass. Then she pulled back, cocking her head to the side as she ran the tip of her index finger over his bottom lip. "What're you doing about a month from now? A month from yesterday, actually." Daryl furrowed his brows.
"Can't think about what I did two seconds ago," he snorted. Carol laughed, and she relaxed a little in his arms, leaning in to kiss him.
"Do you think Merle could watch the shop for a few days?" she asked between kisses, as his hands moved down her waist.
"Probably. Why?" he wondered, as her kisses moved to his neck and to his chest.
"Well, have you ever been to New York City?"He leaned his head back, groaning when her hand reached between them and wrapped around his dick.
"Fuck, can't think with you touchin' me like that." She grinned then, letting go of him and moving her hand up to a safer place, his chest. But then she was sucking at his neck, and that was almost as distracting. "Uh…no. Ain't never been to New York."
"Would you like to go with me?" she asked with a little grin, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"What?"
"They're having a convention up there next month, and I have to go for a meet and greet and photo session. There's also a panel with the cast of 'Apocalypse,' so I have to be there." She pouted a little. "I really don't want to go alone."
"You want me to come with you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Like, to the convention?"
"Well, you don't have to. I know you're really not into that kind of thing, and since you've never seen the show, you probably wouldn't know what to expect. But I'd like to have some company at the hotel." She smiled when his hands moved over her breasts under the water.
"So…ya want me to come to New York with ya for sex. It's ok, you can say it."
"No!" she laughed. "Well, partly. But I'd really like you to come with me. The convention is just one day. We can spend the whole weekend and fly back Sunday night. Fly out Friday, do some sightseeing. Convention Saturday followed by extreme nakedness at the hotel. All day nakedness on Sunday before we fly back to L.A. that night. Whaddya say? You wanna come with me, Daryl?"
"Mmm, I think I can talk Merle into handlin' the shop for a few days, but it might be burnt down when I come back to it." He smirked when he saw the doubt cloud her eyes, and then he leaned in and kissed her. "I'll come, but only if I pay my own way."
"You don't have to do that," she said softly.
"I know. I want to. I got money saved back. You don't gotta buy for me."
"So this isn't one of those macho 'I gotta pay my way 'cause I'm the man' things? It's just a 'my super famous—and extremely cute, if I may add—girlfriend doesn't have to pay my way, 'cause I have my own money' thing?"
"Somethin' like that," he chuckled.
"Well, my room's already paid for. Studio paid for it. The plane tickets are gonna be pricy this close to the trip."
"I'll take care of it. And I'm payin' for room service."
"Um," she laughed. "It's like a thousand bucks a day at this hotel."
"Christ, is the place made of gold or somethin'?"
"No."
"Alright, then fuck room service. We'll have pizza and beer in bed."
"I like that idea much better, but the studio pays for room service, too," she laughed, leaning in to kiss him. She sighed softly, wrapping her arms a little more snugly around him. "I don't want you to think you have to pay your way just because I've told you about how my exes were all about the money and the attention."
"It ain't that," he said quietly. "You earn your money, and I earn mine. And if I wanna do somethin' or go somewhere, I'm gonna use my money. And if I wanna buy my 'extremely cute girlfriend' things with my money just 'cause I want to, I'm gonna. You got a problem with that?"
"No," she laughed. Then she sobered a little and cocked her head to the side. "So we've both said it. Does that make it official? Am I your girlfriend?" Daryl couldn't help the smile that spread across his face then, and he ducked his head a little.
"You wanna be?"
"Mmm, let me think about it," she teased, kissing the tip of his nose. "I think I'd like that." She pressed her lips against his then, and he pulled her in close, sliding his tongue past her lips, gently tasting her until she opened up for him and deepened the kiss.
When his arms loosened around her, she pulled back with a gleam in her eye, and she started swimming across the pool.
"Where you goin'?"
"Better catch me," she teased, crooking her finger toward him in a come-hither motion. He felt his cock throb, and he gripped it, giving it a couple of tugs as he waded across the water. The fire in his belly burned through his blood, coiling tight inside of him until he felt like he might lose control.
He caught up with her at the other side of the pool, turning her to face the wall, and pressing into her from behind. He slid his hands down her arms before flattening over the tops of her hands on the cement. He nipped at her earlobe, breath hot against her skin, and she moaned softly, sliding one hand out from under his and reaching behind her to stroke the back of his neck.
"You want me to stay tonight?" he asked.
"Mmm," she moaned, moving her hand down her neck as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, eyes closed as she faced the sky. He sought her lips for a searing kiss, as her hand dipped below the surface of the water, sliding down her belly and slipping between her legs. She let out a soft gasp the second her fingers parted her folds, and Daryl began to suck at her neck.
"You wanna go inside?"
"Mmm, yeah," she whispered, voice low and thick with desire.
"Whaddya want me to do?" he asked softly then, moving his hand down her stomach and over hers, following the motions of her hand as she touched herself.
"You know," she whispered. "I want you to tell me." He chuckled lightly against her ear, and he gave it a little nibble, as he pushed her hand away, replacing it with his own. She bit her bottom lip, arching -into his touch as he explored her slick folds under the water. "Daryl…"
"First I'm gonna take you upstairs, put you in your bed." Her head lolled forward for a moment, as her legs started to give out on her. "Gonna kiss every inch of skin. Then, this is gonna be mine."
"Yeah. Yours," she whispered. "Talk to me, Daryl."
"Gonna spread you out and take my time." His voice was a whisper against her ear, and she trembled when he plunged two fingers inside of her. "Gonna bury my face in your pussy, lick every bit of you up." She cried out then, as his thumb brushed over her clit. "And then I'm gonna fuck you and make you beg me to let you come."
"Oh fuck," she panted, as the orgasm ripped through her, and he slid his hand away, giving her a moment as she gripped the edge of the pool. "Oh God. Daryl…" He was just glad she couldn't see the blush in his cheeks, because it took everything in him to push past those insecurities and really let her hear what he wanted to do to her. He'd never felt this before. He'd never gotten comfortable enough with a woman to really verbally express his desires, but Carol liked it. She liked to hear it. And he liked the way her body responded to his words. Christ, she was so wet.
She turned then, throwing her arms around his neck, and she kissed him hotly, tongue sliding between his lips as he kissed her back with equal passion. She sighed against his lips then, shivering when his hand skimmed over her breast and down her side.
"You're amazing," she whispered. He grinned against her mouth, and she rested her forehead against his. "Take me to bed. I want you to do all those things you just said." A beat. "Then it's my turn. I hope you don't expect to sleep tonight."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he snorted, as she wrapped her hand around his cock and gave him a few good strokes. He sucked in a sharp breath, leaning back against the wall of the pool as she teased him. And then she let him go and pulled herself up out of the pool. "Tease."
"Oh, there's plenty more where that came from. Meet me in the bathroom. Oh, you're gonna love my shower." Daryl's jaw clenched as his entire body tensed at the prospect of showering with her again, of feeling her wet, naked, soapy body pressed against his under a steady stream of hot water. He wasn't certain if it could really happen, but he knew that if a man could die of happiness, he was surely a good candidate.
He wasted no time climbing out of the pool and following her into the house. He caught up with her just outside the patio doors, and he pushed her against the side of the house, kissing her hungrily as she gasped and moaned against his mouth, draping one leg over his hip. She whimpered softly as his cock slid against her wet folds, and the fire that scorched through her blood was so powerful that she had to control herself from sinking down onto him and taking him fully inside. But she managed to control herself, unwinding herself from him before they were past the point of no return.
"Ok," she panted, breasts heaving as he sucked at her neck. "Change of…oh, change of plans." She arched into him when he sucked a pert nipple into his mouth. "Shower later. I need you. Now." She took his hand, but he had other plans. He hoisted her up into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his erection sliding against her folds again. She moaned the second he started walking with her, stumbling into the house and toward the living room.
"Upstairs?" he asked.
"Too far away," she groaned, hands knotting in his hair as he stumbled with her into the living room. He deposited her onto the couch, crawling over her.
"Condoms?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her as the grin spread over her face.
"Mmm…later. First things first." She nudged at his shoulders just enough to tell him what she wanted. He smirked then, remembering his promise to her as he began to kiss his way down her body. "That work for you?"
"You kiddin'?" he snorted, before she spread her legs and closed her eyes and thanked the fates for Daryl Dixon, his tongue, and his insatiable oral fixation.