I'm back! Life got in the way, as it does, and the season premiere fucked me up a little bit. This is the final chapter (sad face), but I have another fic in the works ("Slow Burn") that's pretty similar to this if anyone wants to check it out. Anyways, here's 2300 words of straight up smut, hope it was worth the wait! Also, I really really would appreciate if you could take the time to send me a quick review!
Daryl's mind was reeling, every nerve in his body set ablaze as he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening. Carol was assaulting his neck in earnest while desperately raking her hands over his straining body as if she was trying to memorize him by touch. Daryl couldn't control his breathy grunts of surprise and pleasure every time she found a new curve or hollow to nip at, and he was afraid he was going to tumble over the edge before she'd even moved to his waist. He surprised himself at how much he liked her taking control, but the little sanity he had left forced him to remember that this wasn't how he wanted their first time to be. He had fantasized about it so often and he knew her so well that, as desperately as she was throwing herself at him, he knew she wasn't the quickie type. He bucked and panted as she hitched a leg around his hip and ground into him, and he knew he was seconds from finishing too quickly if he didn't reverse their power balance. With one fluid motion he circled a hand around her waist and flipped them around so he was hovering over her as he settled between her legs. She lunged for his collarbone but he caught her cheek with his palm, gently but firmly guiding her back to the bed.
"Daryl-" she said with a whimper that sent a shudder rippling through him.
"I know," he said, anticipating what she was going to say about 'needing this'. "But…" he murmured as he leaned in and hovered just over her ear, "Ain't no rush."
With that, he returned to the soft spot behind her ear and she gasped again and tangled her hands in his hair, though a little gentler than before. She seemed to understand his desire to slow things down, and responded to his exploratory nips and kisses with a contented sigh. He pulled back and settled both hands against her face, softly stroking at the edges of her hairline as his eyes raked over her face. looked over her face and he tried to commit every detail to memory. He took her in with such reverence that it made her squirm with discomfort.
"Listen…" he began huskily, an uncharacteristic nervous edge in his voice. "I know you need this, and fuck knows I need it just as bad-" he pressed into her, eliciting a soft moan before he continued, "But I need you to promise me something."
Carol stiffened slightly, suddenly aware of the gravity of their situation. She didn't say anything, but her clear blue eyes urged him on.
"Promise…" he struggled to find the words, wishing he could just give into his primal urges but wanting to get something out in the open first. "Promise that this won't change us?"
Carol cocked her head but remained silent, studying him just as intently as he had been studying her.
"You… you mean everything to me," he mumbled, trying to find the right words. "You're my best friend, and I can't... I can't lose that. Please?" he finished, embarrassed at the desperation that clung onto his last word.
Carol reached a hand up to lightly stroke his face, running her fingers from his hair down his nose, over the stubble of his chin, across the sharp plane of his jaw, and back up to trace along his lips.
"I can't lose it either," she said in a voice so small he could barely register it. He rested his forehead against hers and they stayed there for a moment, breathing together. Finally, she inched her chin up until their lips were resting lightly against his. Slowly, and so softly he felt rather than heard her speak, she mouthed the words, "I promise."
Daryl exhaled heavily and she enveloped him in a kiss so sweet and tender he felt a lump of emotion begin to twist in his throat. When their lips parted he swallowed it down and redirected his attention to the building pressure between his legs. They were both silent, hardly daring to breathe and the air was suddenly thick and heavy between them, each silently daring the other to move first. Carol gave in first, tugging at the bottom of Daryl's t-shirt that he quickly pulled over his head, his thin boxer shorts now the only barrier between them. He took a final breath and awkwardly stripped them off, and her lips parted as she saw him in his entirety for the first time. He sank back over her, his hard length hovering just over her entrance.
"Carol…" he groaned into her shoulder as she enveloped him in her hand, giving a few experimental strokes that sent his blood pressure skyrocketing. It was taking every ounce of restraint he had to hold back from thrusting into her right then and taking her how he wanted to. He was focusing so much on the sensation of her soft, small fingers gliding maddenly over his sensitive tip that he almost didn't notice her breath quicken as she quivered with anticipation.
"Carol," he said again, trying to regain some semblance of control over himself as he locked eyes with her. "Are you sure?" he asked seriously, giving her one last out.
Carol's eyes darkened and she guided his cock until it was pressed against her entrance, dangerously close to slipping inside. She pushed the hair back from his forehead with her other hand and stared at him with an intensity he had never seen from her.
"Yes," she breathed. Darl didn't realize he had been holding his breath until he exhaled a mighty groan as he closed the gap between them and he sunk into her for the first time, her warm walls enveloping his iron hard length like a vice. Carol cried out and arched her back violently, the veracity of her response startling him into thinking he had hurt her. Daryl pulled his head back, anxiously searching her face. She was still breathing heavily, but the corners of her mouth twitched and her eyes crinkled as she snaked her hands to his hips and dug her nails in, urging him to thrust again. Daryl resisted only for a brief moment, long enough to growl, "Tell me what you want" as he laid gentle nips and kisses all over her ear.
"I want-" she gasped, pressing her pelvis into his, "I want you to make me forget everything… please, Daryl."
Her low voice begging for him was all the affirmation Daryl needed. He curled his head into the nape of her neck, focusing on nothing but her sweet scent and the sounds of her soft mewling as he moved within her, pulling out slowly only to thrust hard back into her. Her hands tangled in his hair and he had a fleeting thought that since they had first met he had seen her in every form: laughing, crying, sick, excited, scared, angry; he had seen her smile, scream, sob, laugh; he had seen her at her highest and her absolute lowest. However, the throaty moans she was making between shallow breaths as they rocked in unison were entirely new to him, the sweetest sound he had ever heard, and the thought that he was causing her as much intense pleasure as she was causing him set off fireworks behind his eyes. Her walls were clenching and releasing in time with his motions, and he could feel a familiar tightness begin to form within him. Carol's soft cries were getting louder and she was bucking her hips up to match his but as her hands squeezed around his shoulders, Daryl abruptly pulled out.
"What?" she whispered, confusion and desperation tangling in her voice.
Daryl's mouth curved into an embarrassed half smile and he muttered, "Sorry. Just need a minute." She smiled softly, tilting his chin up to plant a small kiss on his trembling lips. Daryl shifted and began trailing a line of small kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, heading for the soft swells of her breasts. Daryl marvelled at how unbelievably soft she was as he clutched at her sides, her body giving way to his touch in all the right places. He brought a hand up to cup one mound gently as he enveloped her nipple in his mouth, teasing her by alternating between light swirls of his tongue and gentle suction. Carol's free hand that wasn't gripping his hair clutched the sheets, her breath quickening as he massaged both and switched his mouth to the other. She began rolling her hips under him, his attention to her breasts clearly stirring her need to feel him again.
Daryl sensed her impatience and, hoping he had relaxed enough to keep going, deftly wrapped a hand under her back to flip them around so he was flat on her back and she was straddling him. She yelped in surprise at how easily he scooped her up. His breath caught as he looked her over, unabashedly drinking in her naked form, beautiful and seductive and lovely before him. He instantaneously returned to full hardness as she gripped his length and raised herself up. He swallowed hard in anticipation, running his hands along her thighs, desperate to know every inch of her. She lowered slowly and they inhaled in unison, Carol throwing her head back and blindly reaching to tangle her fingers with his on her legs as she sunk down. Once she had adjusted again to the feeling of him stretching her to her limit, she looked down to see his chest heavily rising in sync with her own breaths. She gave an experimental roll of her hips and he matched her with a quick thrust, which she responded to by moaning and grinding into him again.
Daryl lost the ability to form coherent thoughts as she increased her pace, revelling in awe of the woman on top of him. He gripped her hands for all he was worth, directing all his energy into matching her motions with his hips. He was emitting low, fervent groans that he was barely aware of, and the pitch of her voice was climbing higher with each motion.
"God, Daryl, yes, yes," she cried out. He could feel from the pressure around his cock that she was close, and he swiftly sat up without breaking stride, wrapping his hands around her back and pressing his face into her collarbone to urge her on. He pressed her to him like he was trying to meld them together, digging his nails into her shoulder blades as she began to shudder against him.
"I'm… I'm…" she gasped, and her body stiffened as she shattered into a million pieces in his arms, wildly gripping at the back of his neck, his shoulders, his hair, whatever she could sink her fingers into as the force of her climax rocked them both. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, finally collapsing into the crook of his neck.
Daryl had held his own climax off long enough to let her finish first, but as soon as her body softened in his arms he could no longer hold back. He squeezed his eyes shut as he came and the only thing in the world was Carol and her sweet scent and soft skin and intoxicating heat between her legs. He forgot how to breathe and he released years of pent up need deep within her, feeling her grip him back just as tightly as he was holding her. His own guttural moans turned into weak breaths as they both nuzzled into each others necks and came down from their highs.
He leaned back, pulling her with him back down to the bed. She curled herself around his chest and he gripped her close, brushing his lips lightly over the top of her head. Daryl was exhausted, she had milked every bit of his strength and the only thing he could still do was to simply cradle her trembling body into him. They laid together in their afterglow, time seeming to come to a halt as they breathed in each other's warm presence. Daryl traced light patterns over her arm that was gripped tightly over his chest, and she sighed in contentment.
"Thank you," she murmured, raising her eyes to meet his. He placed a tender kiss on her forehead and placed his hand over hers, pressing it into his chest. His heart thumped as he searched for the right words to say.
"So," he said after a beat, "We gonna talk about this now? Or later?"
Carol considered his question for a moment, though she didn't seem apprehensive. "Later," she said finally, rubbing her thumb soothingly over his to quell his anxiety. "But I made a promise, and I'm not going to break it."
Daryl couldn't hide his relief at her acknowledgement that although the nature of their relationship might have changed, he wasn't going to lose her again. He didn't know what the future held, for them or for the rest of the group, but he was willing to set those fears aside as long as he had her close for the moment. He glanced down at her relaxed face, the heaviness she had carried in it earlier in the evening all but erased as she nuzzled into his chest.
"Well," he murmured into her temple, drawing her closer as he he hitched the forgotten blanket over them, "I told you before. Anything you need. I ain't goin' anywhere."
He could feel her mouth curve into a smile against his chest and he drifted off into a deep sleep with her, feeling happier and more at home than he could ever remember.
