If my updates slow down- which I'm hoping they won't; it's because I'm in NaNoWriMo. I'm NOT abandoning or putting anything on hiatus until November is over. I'll still write for everything posted but they might not be as quickly updated. Thanks for the reviews, favorites, follows, and reads- y'all are great. Hope everyone has a great weekend.

The sun wasn't up and the chill in the air made him burrow further down into the blankets. Carol growled at him for moving. The sound only made him smile at her. She was still sleeping and would up until the moment he tried to move out the bed. It was hard to move when she was wrapped around him like a vine all the time. Add to that most of the time she had her hand right in his pants wrapped around his cock; holding on to him like it was hers. Yeah he didn't get out of the bed without her feeling it.

Forcing the blanket up over his head to keep the warmth in he pulled Carol closer to him. By now she was basically on top of him. He was use to that too. Being with Carol was like a shock to his system. She was affectionate but never pushy. Well she use to not be pushy but she was getting to be more and more. He didn't like people in his space, he didn't like people around him besides his family. And he damn sure never let a girl come to his house. No, he strictly fucking avoided that because he didn't want relationships but he was still a man. But then there was Carol who just shows up and soaks him in a drink while simultaneously trying to take care of him. He wasn't sure what to think of her then but he knew better than to treat her the way he would have some other girl. Carol wasn't some floozy Mac or Merle would pick up. Still she wasn't like other people their age. She wasn't someone you looked at and thought one night stand. Carol had an air around her that demanded she be treated right even if she herself never said anything.

"What has you thinking so hard?" Carol whispered.

Daryl looked down at her and studied her face. He could see the impression of across her temple from his collar bone and snorted. She scowled and pinched his side. Before he could react Carol pulled her hand out of his boxers and slid further up straddling him. He bit the inside of his cheek and steadied her on reflex. Wasn't it just a minute ago he was thinking she was getting more and more pushy. How was this the same girl who freaked out over groping him in his sleep then his brother talking about Rosie palms?

Carol ran her hands over his bare chest. Again he was use to this. She was watching him closely as she could in the darkness. He smirked seeing her frustration. Crossing his arms behind his head to keep himself from doing something stupid he just watched.

"How you feeling?" Carol whispered.

Daryl yawned and looked towards the window again. It was still dark but from the look it was at least six in the morning. Fuck he'd slept an entire day away. Huffing at himself he looked back up at Carol when she gripped his jaw and turned his head. Demanding.

"I feel better."

Carol nodded and let go of his jaw and leaned forward. She rocked against him at the same time her hand went to his forehead. Satan. He scowled remembering her torturing him in the truck. He'd get her fucking ass back for that shit. It was bad enough he'd been walking around half naked in front of her mom and groped himself. Now he had a traumatic memory of her daughter getting him hard and doing a damn good job of almost making him fucking cum in his pants right there.

"You're fever is gone."

"I could have told you that."

"You hungry?"

"No." He deadpanned. He was sure but not for what she was offering. He chuckled at that and she smiled at him.

Danielle made a point to wake him up three times to eat. THREE! Daryl shook his head and Carol smirked again. She could read his mind because every time her mom woke her up to and made her eat. She was convinced that whatever he had was burning through his system quickly and that Carol was likely to catch it. He didn't even know where the fuck he'd gotten it. Probably goddamn Natalie's diseased ass getting to close to him and breathed on him made him sick.

Carol shifted and patted his chest, "She was worried stop being petulant."

When he stayed quiet Carol leaned down and kissed him. It was chaste and he made no move to follow her like he usually would. She was trying to tease him. He was having no part of it. She was already rubbing herself all over his erection. That was already making him tense and he knew by the end of her little game his balls were going to be hurting again. Because you bet your damn ass she wasn't letting him out of this bed without following him. He damn sure was jerking off in front of her. Not right now. Snorting to himself and thinking that he was more like his brothers than even he wanted to admit.

"Carol hold the fuck still." He growled; his voice edging dangerously.

Carol set up all the way after kissing the base of his throat and stared down at him. He could see better since his eyes adjusted but her face was still mostly shadows. It didn't matter though because he could read her body like a book and she was tense. He could feel a slight tremor run through her. Forcing himself to relax he blew out a breath.

Carol met his eyes suddenly biting her lip and mirrored him. She let out her own breath then whipped his shirt over her head. His breath whistled out of his chest as she tossed it to the side. She didn't have a bra on and as far as he knew she was only in his flannel pajama pants. Carol leaned forward catching his arm and dragging it out from under his head. Linking her fingers with his she gave him a shy smile. Yeah, he wasn't falling for that. Carol brought his hand to her stomach just above the waist band and pressed it into her skin. She rocked her hips again and he groaned. The heat coming off her was intense and making his cock swell even more; begging to bury it inside her. She still had ahold of his hand and he watched as she trailed it over her lower stomach slowly climbing higher with it.

When his hand got to her ribs she let go of him but he didn't need anymore prompting. Her chest was heaving as his grip tightened on her and his hand cupped her breast. Her head fell back as she panted and her hips rolled more into his. Breathless and needy sounds falling from between her bruised lips. Watching her he knew she was already close and the thought of her so on edge when he'd barely touched her was intoxicating. Pulling his other arm around he growled under his breath. Her thighs were trembling already around his hips as her own stuttered and rolled. He didn't bother trying to slow her down to lost in watching her and slipped his hand right into the way to loose flannel pants. She gasped but didn't stop.

Daryl groaned from somewhere deep in his chest at how wet she was. She was fucking soaked. He was right too about her not wearing panties. He would never be able to look at these pants again without thinking about her soaked pussy against them.

"Daryl." Carol panted leaning more towards him now her hand planting on his chest. The second he looked up he pinched her nipple roughly. Her eyes widened and he circled her clit. She nodded at him hungrily and then her mouth crashed into his. She was chasing her release as his fingers pushed into her. He'd never get use to how tight she was just around his fingers. She was perfect.

Her nails were making tracks down his chest while she fucked herself against his hand. The second her hands made it to his waistband she was tearing at his boxers. She didn't make a suggestion or even give him questioning glance before she ripped them down his hips. Her hand was around his cock in the next second and he broke apart from her mouth needing air. His eyes dropped down between them and he watched her. The feeling of her hand wrapped around him and working feverishly was almost too much for his over sensitized body.

He could already feel his body tensing from being put on edge so often from her here lately. Chest heaving he couldn't take his eyes off her. He wanted to scream when she let go of him the second he felt the heat coiling low in his stomach. He was right there and she just stopped. Again. He was dating Satan.

Sucking in breath willing himself to calm down he closed his eyes. He'd almost forgot about his hand being buried in her pants, about his fingers buried in her pussy and his thumb riding her clit. Both of them becoming still with the more tense he'd grown. He felt her breath ghost over his chest and then her lips met his skin. He was still trying to reign himself in and not push her further than she was comfortable with. Didn't mean he couldn't think about flipping her and driving into her. That wasn't helping though. Her lips skinned up his chest to his throat. Her tongue teasing his skin.

"I love you." She whispered.

Daryl breathed deeply through his nose and opened his eyes. She was right there watching him. Her hand came up and she pushed his hair off his forehead and tightened her grip in it. He grunted at the sharp pain.

"I don't think you realize just how much you had me worried." Carol stared at him heatedly.

Daryl blinked up at her and the emotion in her voice. She was moving around in his lap but he was to caught in her words to really register what she was doing. He nodded and his hands slid up from her waist until his arms crossed over her back pulling her flush against his chest. That's when his breath hissed from between clenched teeth. Carol grinned at him and pressed herself tighter in against him.

"Carol?" Voice hoarse.

Her own hand slid between them and slid down to his cock again. Chest heaving he forced himself to try and breathe slowly feeling her soaked folds right there. Carol shifted her hips back a bit further and then he was lost. Carol drug him against her pussy while dotting kissing along his jaw to his ear. He helped her guide his cock where she wanted it and she nodded against him, soft keening noises fall from her throat.

"You scared me." Carol whispered. Kissing his throat again. He nodded to her unable to form words. She wasn't just teasing him. This wasn't what she usually done. In fact she'd never so much as pushed him this far or with this kind of contact. "All I could do was think about all the things I'd done to tease you."

He mhmd to her and Carol smiled against her throat. "I'm fine Carol."

She bit his throat lightly. His hips bucked and she gasped when his cock drove up into her clit. She pressed closer to him then and he could feel himself already leaking. The need to bury himself between her thighs was almost smothering him.

Daryl caught her as she started to move and brought her face around to his. "I love you to, you know that."

With a slight shift of her hips he felt his cock right there at her entrance again. If she'd been soaked before then there weren't words for it now, she was dripping down her own thighs and onto his cock. Carol leaned down her forehead against his own and she locked eyes with him. The second they did she rolled her hips taking him in slowly. His hand flashed down catching her hip trying to slow her down. She was tight. He knew she would be but fuck. He could see pain in her eyes and forced her to stop. Her breath rattled out of her chest but she didn't look away.

Carol cracked a smiled suddenly letting him lead her. He was forcing her stay still. "Don't quite think you're going to fit, Daryl."

He barked out a laugh suddenly. Her mouth crashed into his trying to silence him but it was no use. She wasn't as tense and he slid his other hand between them. Carol's eyes slammed shut when his fingers came into contact with her pussy. His nostrils flared watching her closely. Circling her clit he let go of her hip and she shifted against him. When he could feel her starting to relax he urged her to move. She moved slower this time but he could tell he was still hurting her. He hated it but there was nothing he could really do about it.

Carol met his eyes seconds before she set up all the way and let her weight drop on him. A groan tore from his chest as he sunk all the way into her and she moaned. He felt like his breath was punched out of his body. Carol fit him like a fucking glove; like she was made for him. Neither moved at all. Carol was shaking slightly against him and he fought moving. He already felt he was going to rip her apart.

Setting up suddenly his arms went around her and Carol buried her face in his throat. Her own arms went around him and he felt nails bite into his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around him locking behind his back. Each of her movements made her own breathing hitch.

"You okay?"

Carol nodded against him and kissed his neck, "Please move."

Daryl rolled them suddenly pinning her down below him while her legs stayed locked around his waist. Her eyes widened at the chance in angles and he pulled out of her slowly before pushing back in just as slowly. It was taking a concentrated effort to not just pound into her but he refused to hurt her more than he had to the first time they had sex. When the sounds she was making when from pain that of pleasure he let out a breath. Changing his pace he pushed her legs up higher and felt her body come alive below his own.

"OHfuccck." Carol moaned into his shoulder with each snap of his hips. Her nails were still sunk into him, each shot of pain making him grit his teeth. "I can't, I can't Daryl." Carol panted against him.

Daryl kissed her roughly silencing her. He didn't know who was up and she was getting louder and louder. "You can." He growled against her lips. With each word he spoke he felt her tighten around him, a flood of heat hitting his body and wrapping around him. "Stop fighting it Carol."

Carol nodded her eyes watering as she gasped. Her moans were far from pain. He could feel tension starting to creep into his body and started pushing into her deeper, harder, and his eyes locked onto hers. Her hair was a wild mess around the pillow, her lips bruised and bitten, her breast jerking with his thrust as she threw her head back exposing her throat. If there was sin incarnate then it was her right then. His world focused in tightly on her as pleasure washed through her features. Her hands show down his back to his ass dragging him in tighter against her and her legs locked tightly around him. He could barely move but it didn't matter because he was lost right there with her.

Her mouth was dragging up his throat demanding his attention. Looking back down at her was all it took before she was kissing him roughly. Each tremor that rocked through her body was like an electric shot to his own forcing groans from him. Shifting his hips he pulled back and dropped down next to her. Carol rolled quickly and was wrapped back around him. Both trying to catch their breaths.

Carol's hand slid down his chest and across his stomach; fingers running along his happy trail. He watched her lazily. He yawned again and looked to the window. It was light out now but just barely. He knew his dad and Jess would both be up. If he knew Danielle like he thought he did he knew she would likely be up soon. The thought was sobering. If only because he knew she would walk right in here to check on him. That was all he needed was for her to finally not hate him and then walk in on her daughter a wrecked mess tangled around his sweaty ass.

"Why haven't we been doing that already?" Carol questioned suddenly. "That was...I" She pursed her lips and planted her chin on his chest looking up at him. "I'm sore."

Daryl snorted again at her and raised a brow, "You knew you would be. I tried to warn you..."

"I'm not that naive. I knew it'd hurt. You forget Andrea's my best friend." Carol grinned, "Besides when my mom figured out where I was sleeping she thought it was a good idea to rehash the sex talk." Carol's face reddened and she scowled. "Which by the way was just ew. I didn't like it when I was younger and I enjoyed it even less than."

Daryl arched a brow at her and Carol pinched him. She caught the blanket and didn't bother with her clothes. She pulled it up over them. Her back was exposed but it was pooled loosely around their hips. He was fighting sleep but it seemed Carol was giving up.

"I'm sore but not bad..." Carol whispered. "It's a good sore." She met his eyes again and he swore she learned the look in her eyes from Merle. "Though I'm not sure I'll be able to walk to good." She pointedly pressed into his cock and he grit his teeth. She waggled her brows at him but was already snuggling back into his chest.

"Well if you're lucky you can have another of your lovely sex talks with your mom then." Daryl taunted.

Carol looked up at him stricken for a second. "You don't think she'll be able to tell?" Her eyes shot to his throat and she grimaced. "I'm putting makeup on your throat."

"The fuck you are." He shook his head.

"Daryl you have a hickey!"

"And I'm pretty sure you tore my back all to fuck but I don't give a fuck. It isn't the first time she's seen me with a hickey." Daryl growled. "Besides she'd still see the beard burn on you."

Carol set up more and rubbed at her face and throat. She sighed and shook her head. She jumped out the bed and stumbled almost hitting the ground. Daryl bit his lip to keep from laughing at her. She made a weird noise in her throat and looked at him wide eyed.

"You're packing me to the truck. I'll fake being asleep!"