~24~
Daryl wakes up. Smiling. What a beautiful dream.
He feels satisfied. Spend. In a good way.
It wasn't just a random, embarrassing wet dream. No, this dream was filled with so many emotions, so much love.
In his dream Carol came to his room, to talk. And that's what they did. They talked. About what happened in the time of her banishment.
He held her as she started to cry.
He held her tight as she started to kiss him.
He clung to her as she stradled his lap.
Their kissing became urgent, hands began to wander, they explored each other in a tender, passionate , all consuming way.
This was love making.
He sighs.
A delicate hand strokes his naked chest, soft lips are pressing a kiss on this shoulder. A smiling voice says "Good morning, Pookie."
