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Chapter Two
Carol pulled the sheet over herself and tried to figure out how to handle this. She could feel his eyes on her now. He was waiting to hear what she was going to say. He probably already knew, they were close and knew each other so well.
"I wasn't..." She said looking down. She didn't want to look at him.
He turned his head and sat up, releasing her wrist right away. She sat up too, grabbing her shirt off the floor and putting it on, her back to him. Then she turned around. She would have to face him sooner or later, might as well get it over with.
"Really?" He looked at her. "Are you forgetting, I know you? You going to try and tell me you weren't going to get dressed and take off?"
"Where's Rick."
"With Lori I guess, you really worried about them right now?" He rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand. "They aint here,"
"Daryl, what the fuck were we thinking?"
She asked, and she was getting more mortified by the second as things from the previous night came back. She couldn't look at him, she was afraid he would see it in her face.
She had dreams about this, for a long time. He would know, because he always knew when something was bothering her. What would he think of her now? She felt like she blew it now, he meant so much to her and she got drunk and ruined everything.
He had once told her all men think about sex all the time with everyone. It was just Biology, the way they were wired, it didn't necessarily mean anything. She figured he had thought about her. Maybe. But it didn't mean anything.
This was something she was sure neither of them had ever considered, or wanted. Until apparently they did consider it, with the help of some Stoli.
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Last night what they both wanted was clear. It didn't mean anything.
No more alcohol for her, she vowed. That fucking song, and he asked her to dance, that's what had done it. They had danced together before, not like this though. He held her so close last night, his hands on her hips and she had her arms around his neck, their foreheads together looking only at each other.
It had felt so good. It felt right.
That wasn't how they usually danced but, they had some drinks in them and "Act Nice and Gentle" was playing. That was a good song. They were flush up against each other, he was singing it in her ear a little, and moving his hips against her, dancing with her slowly. But not like a friend would dance with you, like a lover would, it was hot. And she liked it.
They finished dancing and looked at each other, and something had changed between them. She saw it flash through his eyes and felt it run through her veins. There was some kind of spark between them that had not been there before. At least she thought it had never been there before. Now she wasn't sure, she was all confused, was it there before? Maybe that was why she had the dreams. She had felt something different, something growing between them as they stood there looking at each other.
Before she knew it he had her by the hand and was leading her to the back of the bar, away from their friends, away from everyone, where it was dark. She went, he hadn't forced her or anything like that, she wanted to go.
She remembered hearing "Alive" by Pearl Jam playing. She liked that song, now every time she heard it she would think about what happened next.
When they got to the back of the bar, they stood facing each other, and his thumbnail went right to his lips, he always chewed it when he was thinking about something. This was how he was when he was running something through his head. She knew he was deep in thought, working it out in his head like a puzzle.
She knew what he was thinking. Even in the dark she could see his face and the expression on it. He had felt it too, and he was trying to understand what it was.
Half of the song played. Now he was biting his lip, phase two of how Daryl made decisions, she knew him so well. She had seen him do this a hundred times. It was a process for him and she knew that was just the way he figured out things.
But he didn't do anything, he just looked at her, with a funny look on his face. Like he was in a trance or something. She watched his eyes move to her lips and back up to her eyes.
The words to the song were ringing through her ears now.
Oh you know where. Now I can't see. I just stare. I'm still alive.
So she did something. Because why not?
She put her hands on his chest and leaned up and kissed him softly. He brought his hands up to her upper arms and returned the kiss. She felt like she was on fire the minute their lips touched. She never had a kiss affect her like that before. Then, she looked up at him and didn't recognize the look on his face or in his eyes. He never looked at her like that before, it set her heart on fire, they stared at each other for a few bars of the music. It was like a moment in time where you know your next move is going to change your life forever. This time he did it.
Suddenly he had her in his arms and he was kissing her again, his hands were everywhere on her and her hands were everywhere on him. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her bottom lip and she moaned, opening up to him. That had undone him, he practically growled, she remembered he walked her backwards, still holding her and kissing her. She hit the back of the pool table and he mumbled "Sorry." He leaned down and kissed her again. His hands went down on her ass and then he was picking her up and sitting her on the pool table.
His mouth was on hers again right away and she had practically wrapped her legs around him. It was dark back there and it was a good thing because both of them forgot where they were. His hands were running up her legs and sides and back down until they were under her knees, he grasped her there and he pulled her to him. They couldn't get close enough to each other, years of something, whatever that had been pent up between them was suddenly released. She never felt like that before, like her blood was on fire inside her. They were devouring each other like two starving people, and she was starting to sweat and she couldn't understand why. It felt like the temperature went up to a hundred degrees in the place and it was March. She needed to take her sweater off or she was going to burn up.
She felt his hands moving under her shirt and up her back and she was sure she was going to explode from his touch on her skin. It felt so good to feel his hands on her.
She wound her fingers into the belt loops of his jeans trying to get him closer still.
She needed him to be closer.
No one had ever made her feel that way, he was moving his lips down her neck and humming against her skin. Rubbing his thumbs on her back in circles, she was trembling at the feeling, goose bumps erupting where his hands were, where his lips were, he was driving her crazy. She started reaching to get him closer to her, pulling at his arms. He came back up and kissed her again, this time sucking and biting her bottom lip, just a little. And then he leaned his forehead on hers, smiling a smile that went right up to his eyes.
"Holy Shit Daryl." She said laughing softly trying to catch her breath.
"Trust me?" He said in between breaths.
And she nodded slowly.
She trusted him, more than anyone else in this world.
She had wondered what kissing him would be like, and now she knew.
He helped her down off of the pool table and went in for another scorching kiss.
Then they went back out where everyone was at the table, by this time 23, by Jimmy Eat World was on.
"We're gonna take off." Daryl had said, he grabbed Carol's coat and helped her put it on. She made the rounds saying good bye to everyone and he did too. Took one last sip of her drink.
"Night." She said waving to everyone. Their friends said goon night back, Rick reminded them about their group project tomorrow and then they were leaving.
As they started to leave the table she heard Glenn say something like "You lost" to Eugene. Daryl took her hand and they walked to the dorm.
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He looked at her, not sure what to say. She was upset and he knew how she got when she got stressed out. He didn't want her to have a full blown panic attack. That happened to her sometimes, since her mother died and left her essentially an orphan. She hadn't had one in a long time that he knew of.
Daryl's father still walked this earth somewhere, but he felt like an orphan too, except he had Merle.
His mother had died a few years before Carol's, both of cancer. Carol had Merle too, she knew that, they were her family now.
Shit, did she think of him as a brother? He must have totally read her wrong last night, he thought. Was that what this was about, why she was upset? Buyers remorse? Maybe she wasn't into him that way and he'd fucked it all up because he couldn't control himself? But it was incredible last night, he didn't think he fucked up. Either way he was into her, he had been for as long as he could remember.
She responded to him like no one ever had before, he was so sure he hadn't been wrong about this.
He had never lied to her in his life and he wasn't going to start now. So she asked him what the fuck they were thinking, he answered her truthfully, in his unique style.
"Just put it all out there Darylina." He could almost hear Merle cackling. "Its about fuckin time."
"Well, I dunno about you." He said running his hand through his hair. "But I was thinking last night was the luckiest night of my whole sorry life, I would have bought you Martinis and Jell-O shots years ago if I had known…."
A/N: I kind of changed this a lot as I was going along, so let me know what you think. I heart you all! :)