Thank you all so much! I want to apologize for the long wait, the muse left me for a little while. I'm the type of person that won't post things if I don't feel their just right. I have a couple more chapters in the works already. One involves the tower and handcuffs (suggestion from SOA lovin mom),another involving whiskey and honey, and a darker angsty one with a whip that kinda explores why 'rough stuff' works with these two. I will also be glad to take suggestions, but I only write things I've done myself (but that leaves out very little ;)
On to this chapter. Who doesn't love drunk dirty talkin Daryl? No BDSM in this one.
"You're drunk."
Carol didn't say the words accusingly, just stated a fact as she stood in front of Daryl with her arms crossed. He looked up at her from the step he was perched on and grinned.
"Not quite, but I'm gettin' there."
She huffed and sat beside him, close enough that their shoulders and knees touched. The common room was empty now, the reception ( or as close they could get to pulling off one) was over, and Maggie and Glenn were safely ensconced in the wardens office with the door locked. Daryl and Carol were the only two left, sitting on the metal steps that led up to the perch as he nursed the bottle of Southern Comfort.
Carol leaned back and looked at Daryl with a smirk. He wasn't a scary or violent drunk like Ed. The liquor seemed to loosen him up and it made him pretty funny too. He turned his head and gave her a lop sided grin.
"Hey, whatcha thinkin' bout?"
He leaned toward her, setting the bottle on the step above them. Suddenly, he was almost nose to nose with her, his breath hot on her lips.
"Hey, darlin'" Daryl drew that word out, " I said what'cha thinkin' bout." Carol immediately felt the blush burn her face. Daryl only called her "darlin'" when they were alone. And they had never been 'alone' like that after he had been drinking. The thought excited her, at odds with the fear she had felt with Ed's drunken fumblings.
"You."
Daryl cocked an eyebrow. "Whatta bout me?"
Carol closed the last half inch between them, her lips hungry. Daryl froze for a second, obviously surprised, despite their months long relationship. Good, she thought.
God, he always tasted so good. Like smoke and now the burn of Southern Comfort. It made her gut pull down low. They broke the kiss and before she could catch her breath she found herself pulled up and over to straddle his lap. Even drunk he was so damn strong and fast. She steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders and leaned her forehead to his as they both panted.
"That. That is what I was thinking about, and other stuff...things..."
Daryl snorted like she had made some kind of hilarious joke. Then a broad hand was at the base of her neck pulling her lips back to his as the other snaked under her shirt. He grumbled a little when he found a barrier to his prize.
Carol pulled back with a smirk and shook her head. "Uh uh, Mister, you're the one that told me that if I didn't quit going braless I was in for an ass whippin'!" she tried to growl out the last words in a bad imitation on the man beneath her. He just chuckled quietly and whispered, "Off. Now."
Carol complied, drawing her arms into her shirt for a minute to remove her bra. They had been together totally naked before, but this was different. It was clandestine, almost forbidden, out in the common area like this with everyone so close as they slept in their cells. She felt like a teenager making out with her boyfriend under the bleachers.
Both Daryl's hands were under her shirt now as she had initiated another kiss without his help. They were both hungry, teeth and tongues bold. She arched her back when his hands cupped her breasts, seeking out more pressure. Then he rolled both nipples simultaneously between his calloused thumbs and fingers. Her reaction was immediate, her hips digging down to find some relief in the friction of his jean clad erection.
Daryl's head snapped back at the contact and he moaned loudly. Carol put her hands over his mouth, shushing him.
"Shhhhhhh," she giggled, "everybody'll hear!" She removed her hands when she was sure he had gained his composure. He looked at her sheepishly.
"Sorry, I'ma loud drunk."
She thought back to the night at the CDC. It was true, he was a loud drunk. She stood, trying her best not to fall down the steps. He gripped her hand and followed a little unsteadily, grabbing the liquor bottle.
"Come on," she whispered "if I'm going to take advantage of you, it can't be here!"
"Take advantage?" Daryl murmured as he weaved behind her "Always heard ya cain't rape a willin' soul."
Carol stifled a laugh, leading him to the little half bath that was off the common area, apparently for the guards use while on duty. She flipped the light on as she shut the door behind them, thankful that Rick had okayed the use of the generators for the night of the wedding. Daryl was on her immediately, his arms around her waist from behind, pressing her to him as his mouth worked at her neck. The bulge in his jeans was digging into her ass and she ground against it now that there was a cinderblock wall between his groans and the others.
Daryl's hands dug into her hips for a second before going to the hem of her top, ripping it roughly over her head. He then went for his own shirt, throwing it on the floor with hers. He angled her toward the countertop, remaining behind her and she had a second of confusion. Then she looked straight ahead and understood.
They were now in front of the mirror, reflected back from mid thigh up. "Daryl!" she hissed. He chuckled and met her eyes in their reflection, a wicked grin on his face. "Ya've made me a dirty bastard, darlin. Now watch, I want ya ta see what I get ta see ever time."
Carol closed her eyes and shook her head. This was too much, she didn't want to look at herself. All she could see were the scars from Ed, too sharp hip bones, and breasts that weren't as pert as they were ten years ago.
"Uh uh.," Daryl's hands went to her jaw gently, directing her head back to the mirror. "Please, for me. I want ya ta watch me take what's mine." Carol hesitated, but then drug her eyes back up, focused on watching the parts of Daryl she could see. His hands slid up the skin of her stomach to cup her breasts.
"These. They belong ta me. Thass why I don't like ya goin without a bra. Pisses me off when I see men lookin' at'em." he moved his fingers to roll her nipples, making her arch and press against him. "Fuckin' love your tits. They're soft, jus enough ta fill my hands. Not fake and plastic like some skank."
Daryl cupped her breasts one more time before moving his hands up to her neck, shifting her head to one side so he could nip the sensitive skin before growling in her ear. "Ya taste so fuckin good."
Carol moaned as he ran his tongue over the skin where her neck met her shoulder. She mentally thanked the creator of Southern Comfort, Daryl was never this talkative in bed and this was damn near the most erotic thing he had ever done, just watching his hands on her as he talked had her trembling.
His hands drifted down her stomach to her hips. She silently scoffed, not much he was going to find there.
"So tiny, like yer fuckin' fragile or somethin'. I use'ta be afraid I'd break ya. Know better now." His breath was hot in her ear as his finger tips traced her thighs. "Love your fuckin' legs. Mostly when they're wrapped around m'waist," he licked a line from her shoulder to her ear before murmuring "or around m'neck."
Daryl flipped open the button on her jeans, slid down the zipper, and then hooked his thumbs into the waistband. She shimmied out of the jeans as he knelt to pull them off along with her panties. Carol didn't dare speak, afraid to break the spell the alcohol had woven.
Daryl came back up behind her with the liquor bottle in his hand, he must have grabbed it off the floor. He took a long pull from the almost empty bottle and then tipped it toward her lips. She usually would have refused but took a little this time. Carol coughed only a little, the hot liquid burning a trail down her throat.
Daryl then trailed the lip of the bottle down her neck and used it to tease her nipple. He smirked at her in the mirror when she gasped at the cold glass on the sensitive bud. Then the bottle skimmed over her stomach in a lazy curve and she watched with widening eyes as the lip moved through the curls between her thighs.
Daryl chuckled. "Relax, darlin', I ain't THAT drunk. I ain't puttin nuthin in ya that ain't firmly attached ta ME."
He placed the bottle on the counter in front of them unsteadily, making sure his view of the mirror was unobstructed. Then his hands wove theirselves across her stomach. One then moved down and her head tilted back on Daryl's shoulder as her hands moved behind her head to tangle in his hair. But the second her eyes closed his hands stopped moving.
"Nope." he growled, "Not unless ya open those eyes and watch."
Carol whined in frustration but he was adamant. So she drug open her lust heavy eyelids just so he would do something, ANYTHING to ease that ache.
Daryl's boot tapped the inside of one of her ankles and then the other to urge her legs a few more inches apart. When she complied he gave her a "Good girl." (only slightly slurred). Then he finally edged his hands back down, both their eyes trained on the mirror. She stiffened and moaned when he ran one broad middle finger just inside her wet slit.
"So fuckin wet already...and it's all mine." He gently pressed her clit now, smirking at her in the mirror when she keened and rose tensely onto the balls of her feet.
"Ain't a man alive whose had this, and I'll kill any that try."
His lips found her neck again, the hand that wasn't between her legs cupping a breast before pinching the nipple and heading south.
Daryl's finger circled and then the other hand joined it, pulling her open a little. Carol moaned when the cool air touched her wet warmth, the sight of his hands working in her most intimate place somehow so dirty, illicit even as it felt so right and natural.
He moved his finger from her clit lower and she watched as he dipped it into her, first just halfway to tease but then suddenly plunging deep, leaning them both over a little to reach. He hissed when she gripped him.
"So damn TIGHT, darlin', even on just my finger. You're like a fuckin vise grip on my dick."
Daryl stepped to her side, still right up against her, his erection digging into the side of her hip. Another finger joined the one inside her and his other hand gripped her ass. She was riding his hand now, her body seeking it's release. No longer finding difficulty, she couldn't drag her eyes AWAY from the show in front of her as Daryl played her body like it was a fine instrument.
This woman in the mirror wasn't Carol anymore, couldn't be. Carol was plain, mousy, blending into the background. The woman she saw before her now was a porn star, or maybe a sex goddess. She watched as that woman's hands snaked up her own body to grasp her nipples and roll them. She shuddered when the sensation rocketed from her breasts to where Daryl's hands worked, still not sensing the connection between what she saw and what she felt. That "other woman" was now flushed, slick with sweat, and moaning with abandon. Daryl now was murmuring nonstop in her ear, urging her on, that she was his dirty girl, and he wanted her to see how beautiful she was when she came.
And come she did then, the sensation coiling like a snake in her gut then unleashing suddenly. Daryl had to move his hand from her ass to wrap around her waist to support her from hitting the floor even as his other worked between her legs to prolong her pleasure as long as he could. His name ripped from her throat, sounding so loud in the confines of the small bathroom.
It was several long moments until Carol came to herself, jerking and almost whining when Daryl's fingers slipped from her overstimulated flesh. She heard the wet sounds and her eyes snapped open, knowing what he was doing. She watched as he sucked her off his fingers, murmuring "so fuckin sweet". He looked at her when he finished and grinned sheepishly, "Told ya, ya made me a dirty bastard."
Carol didn't hesitate, hitting her knees without a second thought. If he wanted dirty, she was about to give it to him.
Carol grabbed for his belt buckle and had it open before his surprised hands could join in the fray. His engorged cock sprang free. She looked up at him with a wicked grin and licked it from base to tip without breaking eye contact. He shuddered and moaned, eyes closing. Carol sat back a little then and just waited. After a few seconds his eyes opened and he seemed a little confused as he looked down at her.
She motioned to the mirror and spit his own words back at him.
"Nope. Not unless you watch."
Unlike Carol, Daryl didn't have to be asked twice. He moved his eyes to the mirror and groaned when he saw her take his head in her mouth, flicking her tongue over it. Then, without warning, she engulfed him, taking him all the way to the back of her throat.
"WHAT THE HELL, Carol!"
She grinned around him and met his eyes in the mirror, then gave him a wink.
He growled, "That's right, that's my dirty girl. Ya like doin' that, don't ya?"
She moaned around him, wanting to give him a really good show. Daryl loved her to use her mouth on him but had always refused to let her finish him that way. Carol hoped the liquor would loosen Daryl up enough for her to do this for him.
Her hands hooked into his waistband and jerked his jeans to his ankles all the while her mouth bobbed on his cock. She used all the tools in her arsenal, one hand cupping his scrotum while the other fisted the base of his cock when she needed a break from him being all the way in the back of her throat. She rolled his balls in her hand and then tugged gently. Daryl's hand found it's way to her hair then, gently speeding up her rhythm as he growled and cursed above her.
"Fuck...Carol...I'm... Ya gotta.."
He was close and was trying to get her to pull off. Carol gripped his ass and pulled him toward her as she hollowed her cheeks and took all of him. She felt his balls tighten and then he was in her mouth, hot and salty as his hand tightened in her hair almost painfully.
"FUCKIN HELL, CAROL!"
She rode out the orgasm with him, staying in her place until he started to soften in her mouth. She pulled back and looked up at his wide eyes with a smirk, making sure he saw her swallow.
Daryl fell gracelessly onto his ass on the floor in front of her, his pants around his ankles and a goofy grin on his face. She smiled back and grabbed the liquor bottle from the counter to take the last drink.
"Where the HELL did ya learn ta do that?" he asked, sounding almost in awe.
She shrugged, "Just seemed to be the right thing at the time."
"Ya didn't have ta...ya know..."
"I wanted to. What can I say? I'm a dirty girl." Carol laughed then, the thought that she was a 'dirty girl' sounding absurd to her ears.
Daryl chuckled and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard before correcting her.
"Nah, not A dirty girl. MY dirty girl."
Now that sounded right.
Soooooo, what did you think? Give me the good and the bad! I wanted Carol to come out of this one with an improved sexual self image. I also struggled with Daryl using 'dirty bitch' instead of 'dirty girl' but it just sounded so OOC so I scrapped it. One last question, would y'all like some Meth (Merle/Beth) mixed in a little? I mean, if anybody knows dirty sex it's Merle right?