So I know I took a ridiculously long time to update and I sincerely apologize. I was suffering a bit of writers block and was feeling terribly uninspired so I'm a teensy bit nervous about this chapter so please let me know what you think! Please forgive me, hopefully this chapter will make up for my neglect.
Warning: this whole chapter is basically smut and most definitely M, with very brief mentions of sexual assault.
He could scarcely recall getting from the bathtub to the bed, but the white sheets clinging to still damp skin confirmed that's where they had landed. He felt dizzy and breathless, his mind working double time to process the new sensations. She was warm and soft beneath him, her arms circling his neck and wide shoulders, almost fearful he would pull away. He was terrified, she hadn't responded to his comment in the bathtub, she'd just taken a breath and let her mouth find his. Her lack of response had been quickly forgotten the second her wet skin was against him, her mouth hot and needy on his. Her legs widened, allowing him to sink further against her, her soft groan matching the surprised hitch of his breath. He could feel her slickness against his painfully hard shaft, her hips moving frantically, seeking out friction and heat.
Carol pulled his mouth down to meet hers once more before carefully slipping a hand between them. Her soft hand wrapped around his member firmly and she cautiously began moving him against her wetness. His brow furrowed and a loud groan escaped as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck. She would wait for him, even though her body was humming with want. She let him adjust, gave him time before slowly working him downward toward her entrance. His head shot up, eyes nervously searching hers as he gave a single, subtle nod. She gave him the soft, reassuring smile she knew he needed and drew her thighs further back while tilting her hips up, encouraging him to move. He cautiously pushed forward, his narrow hips fitting against hers. Carol gave a quiet gasp and bit at her lip but refused to close her eyes, refused to miss a second of this. She watched his face, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes slammed shut. She could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart and breath against her even though the rest of him was eerily still.
She knew it would have been easier with her on top but she wanted him to feel in control, wanted him to be able to pull away, didn't want him to feel trapped. Her foot nudged the back of his thigh gently while she bucked her hips upward, encouraging him to move. Daryl gave an awkward thrust, still so unsure of what he was doing, but the movement was enough to elicit a soft moan from both. He slowly began an unsteady rhythm, one arm next to her head to keep his weight off of her while the other was wrapped tightly around her. Out of curiosity and his need to confirm that this was indeed real, Daryl let his head drop once more, his eyes searching for the place where their bodies met. He watched, entranced, as he moved in and out of her slight frame. Her body warm and welcoming each time he surged forward. He finally tore his gaze away, returning to her face, which he found far more erotic than the give and take of their lower halves. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, she was glowing. Her eyes met his, full of want and love, her soft breathy moans never ceasing. Her hands traveled along his back, her gentle fingers ghosting over each scar. She pulled him down for another kiss while he continued moving against her, still unsteady. Carol held him close, her hands never leaving his broad shoulders , "I love you too."
He wasn't sure if he'd heard her right, her voice had been so low and soft in his ear, but it had been enough. His body thrust forward roughly one last time, his back arching as his forehead dropped to her chest. The growl he let out, desperate and unrecognizable, as he emptied himself into her warm depths. His breathing was ragged and shallow, his eyes refused to open. He'd never felt more complete, more at home, in his entire life. This woman was it for him, he'd follow her to the ends of the earth. It was a chore to move, but he managed to get most of his weight off of her and settled with his head on her chest and an arm draped across her middle.
Carol looked down at the shy man and smiled. Despite just losing his virginity, Daryl Dixon's age swiftly betrayed him and he'd fallen soundly asleep. It had been awkward; she didn't finish, they hadn't been able to fall into any type of rhythm, and he'd gripped her a bit too tightly. But it had been absolutely perfect. Carol eventually drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face and the sleeping hunter at her side.
That smile was still in place when Carol stretched sleepily in the quiet glow of dawn. She finally rolled over and opened her eyes to find Daryl watching her intently, eyes full of worry and fear, "What's wrong?"
"Did I hurt you?"
She followed his eyes as they roamed her naked body, from the small bruises on her hips left from his fingers, up to where she knew his bite mark stood out against her pale skin. "Daryl, listen to me, you didn't hurt me. I know that you would never hurt me."
He looked down at the sheet covering his lap, he felt ashamed of himself. He hadn't even realized what he'd done until he woke that morning and found her body littered with his marks. The bite on her shoulder was the worst, he wasn't sure what had come over him the day before, " I should'a been more careful. I could'a hurt ya real bad," he thoughts traveled back to his childhood, to him huddled in his closet, trying to block out the sounds of his mother screaming and the headboard slamming against the wall as his old man spat his vile words at her weak form. His eyes settled back on the purple outline of teeth on the soft curve of her shoulder, "Don't know why I did that, m'sorry. Won't do it again."
Carol's hand cupped his chin, forcing his eyes up to meet hers, "You have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't hurt me, just surprised me is all. I trust you Daryl, I know you won't hurt me. And I won't ever hurt you, I promise…I love you."
His sad eyes widened slightly before he lunged forward, his mouth colliding with hers, knocking her down against the mattress again. His hands began exploring her body as he kissed her, their legs tangled in the sheets. He let a hand cup a breast, his rough thumb trailing across the hardened peak while his mouth explored her neck and delicate collarbones. She gasped and moaned wantonly, urging him to settle between her legs once more. One hand traveled downward, landing on her slick flesh, his fingers seeking out her clit, her sharp inhale let him know he was doing something right. He let his index and middle finger move in the pattern he knew she liked. He continued working her over as Carol helped guide his swollen member toward her slick entrance. He quickly shifted his focus toward trying to maintain a steady rhythm once fully inside her. Carol groaned loudly, her already sensitive flesh welcoming his.
Daryl was a bit surer of himself this time, his thrusts more even. He began moving faster, trying to reach deeper, his body already working towards its finish. His breathing and occasional curses sounded too loud to him. He let his hand return to her slick clit, wanting to hear more of her breathy moans, wanting to hear her rapid breathing, and mostly wanting her to say those words again. Being inside her made him brave, made him reckless, made him shameless, "Say it again," his voice was low and rough, barely heard through clenched teeth, "Please…Say it again," he wasn't above begging at this point as his fingers never left her heated flesh .
So lost in the pleasure of the moment, it took her a minute to realize he'd said something. But then he'd asked again, sounded almost desperate. Her hazy gaze met his and she realized what he wanted, what he needed. She could feel herself rapidly approaching climax, knew she was tightening around him by the way he sped up his now jerky movements. Before she could get the words out, her vision blurred and her body gave in to his careful ministrations.
Her voice was shaky and breathless, "I love you…I love you Daryl."
Her half moaned declaration and the tightening of her slick heat sent him into a violent climax, his body attempted to continue moving as he filled her with his wet warmth before collapsing on her once more.
They lay quietly, trying to regulate their breathing, their bodies still painfully sensitive. Their eyes locked as love and understanding was exchanged through the simple gesture. Carol pushed his shaggy hair out of his bright blue eyes and opened her mouth to speak, "…
"Next time you guys have sex, can you PLEASE be a little quieter," a loud huff was heard through the door, followed by the scurrying of tiny feet down the hallway.
