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Carol put her hands on her hips and smacked his arm. She should be mad at him but she couldn't be, she knew he was trying to make her laugh. Trying to make her feel more comfortable, he was always like that with her.

Like an annoying older brother who teased you all the time. Like a best friend would do. This was so weird to her.

"You are such an asshole Daryl." But she was laughing as she said it and he was visibly relieved.

Good, he thought. She's laughing. That's a really good sign, if Carol was laughing that meant she was happy. Even if she was nervous or something, he could work on that he knew what made her tick.

"It was those jeans you had on, with the hole right here." He said.

He touched her leg mid-thigh where the hole would be, rubbed his finger around on her leg. He knew exactly where the hole would be, like he had studied it.

"I fuckin love those jeans. Can't barely concentrate when you wear them."

She didn't answer him, working this out in her head. They were her favorite jeans, old as dirt, faded with wear holes in both legs. He had seen her in them hundreds of times. He liked them apparently, noticed them specifically. She hadn't known that. She never thought it was like that with them. She had dreams about him and he noticed her. He noticed her.

She was pretty sure the apocalypse was on its way.

"Are you sorry?" He looked over at her, took her face in his hands. "I'm not sorry Carol."

He kissed her softly, still holding he face in his hands so gently.

"I'm not, I just don't know, I think we. " She said.

"There's your first mistake, thinkin." He smiled that smile that was half grin, half smile, like the cat who just ate the canary, and touched her hair. Pushing a lock of it behind her ear. She held her breath because this was the side of him that was new to her. He had touched her through the years, hugged her even, but not like this.

He leaned over and kissed her neck, just below her ear, putting one arm on either side of her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Thinking about the night before how he had worshiped every dip and curve to her body, what his hands felt like on her, he knew what he was doing that was for sure. He made her feel so good, she thought letting out a sigh. Then her eyes shot open.

"I have to go to class."

"Stop, thinkin." He said in that soft drawl he had, like whiskey, caramel and questionable decisions. He kissed up her neck slowly, biting softly. His hands moving up her legs. She sighed, it felt so good. But this was a bad idea, he was her best friend. But the things he was doing, with his mouth and his hands. She wasn't thinking of him as a friend right now. And obviously he wasn't thinking of her that way anymore. They could figure it out later, right now she wanted more.

She felt herself laying back down on the pillows. He was whispering in her ear, how he always wanted her, that he didn't have to be drunk, but that it loosened them both up just enough. She found herself agreeing with him and kissing him, raking her hands through his hair. Tugging at it a little because now she knew he liked it. She felt him shiver, goosebumps breaking out all across his skin, he let out something between a growl and a moan from deep in his chest. As she ran her nails lightly down his back.

Then the door burst open, actually Rick had used his key but they hadn't heard it.

"Hey man I'm sorry." He said covering his eyes

"You have the worst fucking timing." Daryl laid back rolling off of her, so that she was against the wall with the window and Rick couldn't see her. Daryl covered her anyway, with the sheet and himself.

"Need my Criminal Law book. Some of us are actually going to class today. "He laughed. "Hey Car."

"Hey Rick." She waved slightly, wanting to crawl under a rock somewhere.

Daryl reached down on the floor picked it up and threw it to him.

"Get out!"

Rick laughed. "You know, you would think you would be in a better mood. I'm the one who slept on Glenn and Eugene's floor last night." He said picking up the book.

"Fuck you Rick, get out." He threw a pillow at him.

"This gonna be a thing now?" Rick said chuckling. "You two?"

"OUT." Daryl sat up.

Rick walked out laughing, Daryl turned to her, so they were laying side by side looking at each other. His head up on his arm.

"Where were we?" He said smiling down at her.

"Daryl, doesn't this feel, I don't know, weird."

"We weren't that drunk, we knew what we were doing." He said. Rubbing her leg under the sheet.

"I know."

She sighed.

"And you're not sorry." She asked.

"Are you? "

"No just, surprised I guess."

"I meant it, everything I said, and I remember it all." He smiled devilishly at her. "Every little bit. You remember too, so we weren't that lit."

"I have to go to class Daryl. "She covered her eyes.

"No you don't, all you have today is Art History and I know you never cut, you already know that shit backwards and forwards, we gotta talk, I know you're trying to bail out on me, are you really freaking out about this?"

"Arent you?" She asked.

"Already told ya." He sat up a little and looked at her. "Luckiest night of my life."

"Oh please. "She laughed.

He moved down closer to her so his lips were close to her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck and it was doing something to her. Something she wasn't used to.

"That sounded way better when ya was saying it last night." He whispered into her ear and watched her whole face turn red, as she covered her face with her hands. She couldn't believe herself.

"Oh My God." She moaned in embarrassment.

"You said that too." He laughed as she started smacking him lightly on the arm. "And Oh God Daryl." He laughed. "That was my favorite."

"You're such a jerk." She huffed, but she wasn't mad, not really.

"Hit me again, I like it rough." He laughed moving away from her.

She sat up and crossed her arms in front of her. He moved closer to her and rubbed her arm.

"Hey, I'm just kidding around, you weren't the only one." He said softly. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart."

He called her sweetheart.

The only time he had ever called her that was the day her mother died and she was crying in his arms.

"Yeah, who would think you were such a shit talker in the sack." She rolled her eyes.

"Speak for yourself, for the rest of my life I'm gonna remember you telling me to fuck you harder."

She covered her head with a pillow, and laid back down so embarrassed. She was not like that, not with anyone ever, not that there were that many, but still? He made her that way. She totally lost her shit in bed with him, and that scared her. It scared the hell out of her.

"Hey, that was the best part, being that way with each other, ya know? It was, I don't even know, Carol. Wild, at Donovan's, then here, the best ever. "He said peeking under the pillow at her.

"My God, our mothers are probably rolling over in their graves. "Carol said.

"No, they're probably throwing a party up there." He pointed towards the ceiling.

"I doubt it."

"Our mothers would be calling the minister and a caterer right now, thinking their dreams had come true. Don't want to talk about them though, all I can think about is I know you aint got no cloths on under there. "He lifted up the sheet that covered her, whistling softly.

"You are not right, Dixon." She pulled the sheet over her legs.

"You just figuring that out." He smiled and went after the sheet again. "You know what a dirty fucker I am." He said.

"But it never had anything to do with me." She sighed.

He rolled back over so that he was between her legs and put his head up on his elbows. He moved around like he was trying to get comfortable but she knew he was just trying to drive her crazy.

It worked.

"This is much better, forget about Rick and his Bullshit." He rubbed against her again. She thought she was going to die right there.

He leaned down to kiss her. "Forget everything and everyone, but you and me."

"You really don't feel weird about all this?" She couldn't believe he was so normal with her. Like they hadn't fucked each other's brains out last night. And then again, sometime in the middle of the night too. "Not at all?"

"Not so weird that I don't want to do it again." He nuzzled her ear sending electric shocks through her body. She felt the hair on her skin stand up, it felt good, but petrifying at the same time. They were friends, they had seen each other through life, through the death of both their mothers, and so much other shit. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Or that I don't wish we started doing this years ago. "He said.

He moved to her earlobe and she felt herself being pulled under, like she was drowning, not in water, but in him. Her whole body was tingling, like the night before when they were dancing. Like when they were in the back of the bar. It was a wonderful feeling. She had never been so excited by someone in her entire life.

But it was Him.

"It was fucking amazing and you know it." He whispered in her ear, why did he have to do that? It was doing things to her. He knew it too, fucking bastard, she thought.

He was right, she had only slept with two people ever in her life, well, now three. One in High School which sucked, and Ed here at school and that sucked too. Last night had not sucked and she couldn't wrap her head around that. She thought maybe because they trusted each other so much, they could be free of all that bullshit other couples had, be themselves, let go. They had let go alright.

Holy shit were they a couple now? She didn't even know. She didn't know if she even wanted that.

She was still freaked out that she had the dreams.

This was something else entirely.

Or were they friends with benefits, or fuckbuddies, like those two from her Creative Writing class, Abraham and Rosita. They were there last night too, who wasn't she wondered, might as well have everyone witness it. Carol Bergan did not get drunk and go home with men, even if they were her best friend. She would have to talk to Tara and Lori, why hadn't they stopped her? They were supposed to have her back. Then she started worrying that he didn't want something more than this with her. Or that he did.

She was afraid they couldn't go back now. They were never going to be the same.

They crossed a line.

"You're doing it." He said as he was kissing her neck, smiling into her skin.

"Doing what. "She rolled her eyes, trying to move away a little bit. Then he was sucking softly on her neck, right below her ear and then her collarbone and she stopped squirming. He smiled again, raked his teeth over her skin and ran his tongue over where he'd just nipped her. And she thought she felt her toes curl.

"Thinkin." He knew her so well it was scary, and now he knew how to drive her absolutely out of her mind, and she didn't know if she liked him having that knowledge or ability. She had totally given herself over to him, had done whatever he wanted and he had done whatever she wanted.

And she wanted to do it again.

"I know you're trying to get this all figured out in that pretty head of yours, stop, we don't have to figure it all out right now and I'm not done with you yet." He said kissing down her neck.

He moved against her and she could feel him hard against her leg, his hand fluttered across her rib cage, and his lips followed, going lower and then she did stop thinking. She forgot what she was even worrying about, because now he was licking her stomach. The last thing she remembered was him asking permission, or if she wanted him to stop and she had said don't stop. Don't ever stop.