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Oh Yeah, Game On

Chapter 5

They fell back onto the bed without breaking contact. The only sound in the room their heavy breathing and mutual groans. Daryl continued his hungry assault on Carol's mouth. Kissing, nibbling, and oh yeah, biting. Hell, yes. Daryl's body sung with happiness. He grabbed her hips hoisting her further onto the bed so that his legs weren't straining off the edge.

Carol protested this brief break in contact until he realigned his body on top of hers. Oh God. Right there. Her mind was a delectable swirl of sensations. Her hands slid underneath his shirt running over his lower back absorbing the feeling of his taunt skin beneath her fingertips before moving farther upward. Her hands continued their journey, feeling the muscles shift as he moved on top of her. God. This was so good. So good. A delicious ache was building between her legs and suddenly there was no thing as too close. "Daryl," she moaned arching her hips upward meeting the rhythm that he was setting.

Daryl groaned. He lifted up on his forearms and thrust his pelvis down on hers. He ground into her with the enthusiasm of a sixteen year old virgin. "God, yes!"

Shane could not sleep. He felt bad that he had given Carol the wrong medicine. She could have gotten really sick and Shane felt like an ass. He slipped out of his sleeping bag figuring he would just check on her briefly make sure that's she was really okay, maybe apologize. He walked through the throng of bodies scattered on the living room floor trying to be quiet. He made his way up the stairs and down the hall. He heard low moans coming from the bedroom. He gently nudged the door open and his mouth dropped open. Daryl was on top of Carol who looked to be only partial dressed. Carol's legs were wrapped around Daryl, the heels of her feet pressing into his ass, her hands moving under his shirt. Their mouths were all over each other. Shane was stupefied. Shit, they were really going at it. Shane watched in amazement, wondering when they might be breaking for air. He heard Daryl's groan of pleasure and felt his own anger surge. Daryl who was bitching like a fucking woman that he gave Carol the wrong medication was now obviously enjoying the fruits of his mistake. Shane frowned if he interrupted them all hell would certainly break lose and once again he would be the bad guy. Fuck that shit. He couldn't interrupt them but someone else could someone who might feel Daryl was taking advantage of Carol's state. Shane crept back down the stairs and slipped back into his sleeping bag before nudging Andrea's foot.

"What?" Andrea groaned.

"I am worried about Carol." Shane whispered.

Andrea sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"I don't want to piss off Daryl so you know I can't check on her," Shane flashed her an innocent look.

Andrea looked at Shane. She didn't entirely trust him but she was worried about her friend. "Okay. I will check on her." Andrea got out of her sleeping bag and stretched her hands over head. She smiled down at Shane. "I will be right back."

Carol was pushing Daryl's shirt upward. She frowned against his mouth, damn shirt was in her way.

Daryl lifted his mouth ever so slightly to look down at her his gaze hooded.

Carol smiled at him. She tugged at the shirt. "Off, please."

Fuck. Daryl looked down at her. This was so wrong, so wrong. She was high on medications which meant she was likely unaware of her actions. But god damn it felt so good. Daryl was so fucking hard, he thought he might explode. "Carol," he whispered in a husky version of his normal southern drawl. "God, woman. Ya killin' me here."

"Not yet," Carol whispered as she bit down on her lower lip.

A man could only resist so much and a little more wouldn't hurt anyone, he could keep it fucking PG-13, maybe a little R. Who was he fucking kidding? He ripped his shirt off one handed before dropping his mouth back down on hers, devouring.

Andrea walked down the hall still sleepy not even hearing the moaning until she opened the door wide and her mouth dropped open. Holy fucking shit. A shirtless Daryl Dixon was all over her friend. His hands sliding up and down the pale thighs wrapped around his lower back. Andrea was shocked not that it was Daryl and Carol, she had a feeling about those two but at the ferocity at which they were going at.

Daryl was completely lost in the moment, lost in sensation, and in explicably lost in Carol. Daryl's hands slid back up Carols's warm thighs his fingers digging into the soft, smooth skin and sliding under the strings of her underwear. His fingers coiled around the thin little strings and began to ease them down. Just a little farther. God, he just wanted her so damn much. His body was burning, his cock throbbing, aching for her. Her panties off his pants on that wouldn't be so horribly awful of him. Right? Oh God, her panties off, Daryl groaned his hands now tugging at the material.

"Daryl Dixon!" Andrea yelled at him.

They broke apart panting.

"What the hell are you doing?" Andrea yelled as she marched to the bed. "Off buddy! This is not happening while my friend has less than the full use of her faculties."

Daryl let out a string of curses. He fucking hated Andrea. Really hated her. This was so much worse than shooting him in the head. Daryl eased off Carol, reluctantly.

"Daryl..." Carol reached for him.

"I fuckin' hate you, you know that right," Daryl glared at Andrea.

"You will get over it, lover boy. How far were you going to let this go?" Andrea asked, dryly.

"I would never hurt her," Daryl glared at Andrea.

"You would just fuck her under the influence?" Andrea asked sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"I wasn't going to fuck her!" Daryl yelled.

"Really?" Andrea asked, scoffing. "You expect me to believe that?"

"I give a fuck less what you believe, Blondie!" Daryl spat. "I wouldn't hurt her. Ever."

Carol stood up from the bed and stumbled. "Please don't yell."

Daryl caught her. "Ya gotta be careful," he admonished.

"I don't want you to leave," Carol whispered as she looked up at him. She looked over at Andrea. "I don't want him to leave."

Daryl smirked at Andrea. "She wants me to stay."

Andrea rolled her eyes. "For all intents and purposes, she is drunk. Medicated drunk but nonetheless drunk. You two can go at it gangbusters when her head is clear but not like this, Daryl. So I suggest a nice cold shower and lucky for you we have plenty of cold water to help with your problem." Andrea's gaze drifted just below his waist to the erection that was visibly tenting his pants. She held back her grin as she thought her friend was going to be quite a lucky girl from the size of things. "Good night, Daryl."

Daryl's scowl remained in place until he looked down at Carol. "I'm gonna go and Andrea will stay with ya. I will check back in the mornin'." Daryl whispered brushing his fingers tenderly across the goose egg already formed above her brow.

"I don't want you to go," Carol pouted.

"I think it's probably better if I do," Daryl begrudgingly admitted.

Carol frowned and shook her head. She stood up on her tiptoes and laced her fingers around his neck. "Promise you will be back in the morning?"

Daryl nodded.

"Kiss me goodnight," Carol requested, biting her lower lip.

Daryl leaned down and met her halfway. Daryl had never been one for public displays of affection, none of that hand holding shit especially not around other people but he was so fucking wound up from her, with her that he gave a shit less. They kissed softly. His hand tightening on her back. He slid his tongue inside, indulging, not giving a rat's ass about Andrea's presence.

Carol let out a little moan, pressing against him. She felt his tongue wet and eager, so damn eager, in her mouth. Oh God. The sensation was indescribable.

"Oh my God!" Andrea exclaimed as the two continued to place tonsil hockey in front of her. Fuck if Daryl's hands weren't back on Carols's ass again and it wasn't like she was pushing him away, no she was practically climbing him at this point. Shit, it was like two teenagers.

"Okay, okay, we are braking up this party. Time for air and sleep," Andrea literally had to pull Carol back from Daryl who was apparently not letting go and looked a little drugged himself. "Daryl," Andrea hissed as she tugged Carol back. "Let go."

Daryl reluctantly let go with a rather displeased scowl.

Andrea eased Carol back onto the bed.

"G' night," Daryl whispered.

"I will take good care of her," Andrea reassured.

"Ya better," Daryl frowned. "I still don't like ya."

Andrea rolled her eyes as she followed him to the door. "Goodnight, Daryl."

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. Shane's scheming backfires in a major way. Daryl and Carol have a frank discussion that leads to a rather heated moment. Closing in on the end of this story. Thank you so much to everyone for taking time to read and review!