"Where's your script?" Daryl asked. He still had a very amused smirk on his face that both irritated and delighted her. Daryl wasn't the type of guy she could get angry with very easily, no matter how annoying he acted. And the rare times she did get mad at him she felt awful afterwards. He had this damn face, like when you yell a puppy that knows he did something wrong. And instead of feeling satisfied that you took control of the situation... You just end up wanting to grab him, hug him and console him from that awful ogre who just gave him shit - even if you were the damn ogre.

"It's in my suitcase," Carol replied.

"Go get it, let me look," he said in a tone that was a question and demand at the same time.

"Oh fine," she sighed, starting to climb over him, since she was trapped against the wall on her side.

Daryl rolled onto his back as she climbed. "Starting to make a habit of getting on top of me aren't you?"

She shot him a look. But on her way out she couldn't help herself, "don't get too excited. I don't even like being on top."

"What do you like?" he called after her.

Carol stopped and peeked her head back in the door. "It really isn't any of your business now is it?"

"Nope, not at all," Daryl shook his head. "But if you feel like answering..."

The answer truly depended on her mood and the situation. The current situation called for an answer that would make him squirm. Carol crossed her arms and stared at him for a moment before giving Daryl a wicked smile. "I like it when a guy takes me from behind," she replied, watching his smile get bigger. "That's of course after he's thoroughly pleasured me..." she started to leave but turned her head and finished the sentence over her shoulder. "With his tongue."

She left with a satisfied smile at his groan and chose to ignore the reply about how incredible his tongue was. She had no doubt his tongue was quite magnificent but cringed slightly at the thought of the many places that tongue had been. Daryl did love to lick stuff. How many times had she seen him lick and suck his fingers while he ate? Would it really be so bad to have him explore her with that tongue? Lick her nipples and trail down her stomach to her... Carol walked right into the end of the couch, lost in her inappropriate fantasy.

Saved by the sofa, she thought with a smile. She quickly dug out the script and returned to the bedroom. "Scoot," she said, not planning on climbing back over him again. He moved over and she plopped the script on his chest before hopping back in bed beside him.

"Holy crap... My scripts don't look like this," Daryl commented, in reference to the fact that she had colored flags on every page she had lines on and the lines were all perfectly highlighted with notes scribbled along all the margins.

"I know," she said dryly. "I've seen your coffee stained, food splattered, corners folded over, ridiculously pen-circled scripts before."

Daryl grinned, looking at her over the script. "It's all part of my process."

"I don't even want to know what else is part of your process," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Or what else ends up on that script," he muttered, flipping open to the first spot she'd marked. "Oh wow," he commented. "Helloooooo Angela." He gave her a sideways glance. "You really make quite the first appearance, don't you?"

"Don't remind me," Carol sighed. Her heart started to pound as the anxiety set in. She had the first scene burned into her brain in a matter of minutes. There wasn't a lot of dialogue… it was more gasping, sighing and a bit of screaming. This first scene was the worst. There were only 2 other love scenes and both were very brief. It was the scene Daryl was reading that made her turn down the role, even though she absolutely loved the character and the way she fit into the storyline of the movie. If it was a bigger budget movie that made it into theaters - beyond the indie film festivals - it actually had a shot at awards.

Carol closed her eyes and tried to take comfort in the fact that the worst scene would be filmed first and then it was over and it was smooth sailing from there. But it wasn't working. She was terrified she'd get fired before the smooth sailing began.

"Woahhhhh," Daryl chuckled. "That was ho…" He stopped when she opened her eyes.

"Fuck, Carol, you're really stressing about this aren't you? God, I'm an ass. I'm sorry." He moved over closer and she put her head on his shoulder and snuggled up against him. "No more joking about the scene, I promise."

"Maybe that's what I need," Carol sighed. "Maybe I'd be better off to joke about it, then take it seriously to the point I'm losing sleep."

"Nah, I know you," he replied, gently stroking her shoulder in a way that was supposed to be comforting, but she couldn't help but find it more sensual. "The best thing for you is to be completely prepared going in." She knew he was right. "Listen, let me read through this tonight," Daryl said. "I've done lots of different love scenes. I'm sure I can give you some ideas and pointers that will help with the scene and make you feel more comfortable." Carol nodded. "Also… might help if I tell you about my very first love scene…" His cheeks went red and suddenly her interest was piqued. "I was so nervous I couldn't eat or I would throw up for 3 days before we filmed. Almost passed out that morning because I barely had any food for all that time. I managed to keep down a bagel and headed off to film. Got into the scene and it was actually going okay... Then the next thing I knew I had an epic boner." Carol snorted, she couldn't help it. But he didn't look mad, he smiled back at her.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"I jumped the fuck out of the bed and ran to the bathroom… barfed again, which was okay since my dick went back to normal," he chuckled. "But I couldn't go back and kiss the actress after just barfing so… I stole someone's toothbrush that was in there and brushed my teeth… only to end up barfing again. Finally I gave up, told the director I had the flu and booked it home."

"Oh man," Carol sighed. "That was rough… you never told me about that before though?" They had been friends for years and she wondered why he'd never mentioned it.

"Never told anyone," he admitted with a shrug. "Never planned on telling anyone, but I thought it might help you to know that it wasn't easy for me either - more of a big fucking disaster actually."

Carol sat up. "Thank you," she said, giving him a grateful look. "So, we gonna spend all day in bed or what?" she laughed, realizing they'd spent a lot of time laying on mattresses.

"Don't knock it til you've tried it," Daryl said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Oh believe me, I've tried it," she flirted back.

"Mmm, but not with me," Daryl teased back.

Carol slipped out of bed. "Careful Dixon, you might be stuck in this room all night… not sure that ego will fit through the door."

In about 3 seconds flat he was behind her, whispering in her ear, "Wouldn't you love that? Me, in here… in your bed… all night… Me and my, uh, large… ego."

"Oh no, I hear there's a nice, uh, hard… bed across the hallway that would be empty." Carol was making damn sure he knew he couldn't out maneuver her. Over the years Daryl had developed game that he'd been seriously lacking when they first met/ Now, he most definitely had game - he had a lot of game, but she did too and she loved a challenge.

"Whaddya say we get some supper? We skipped lunch and I'm starving," Daryl replied. Carol was satisfied that she'd met his challenge and couldn't hide the smile of satisfaction. "You're a dork," he added, knowing exactly what the smile on her face meant. They wandered out towards the kitchen. "You wanna go out or order in?"

"Neither," she answered, leaning on the counter.

"Neither?" Daryl echoed. "Are you not hungry?"

"Yep," Carol nodded.

"Okay… so are we heading out or do you want take out?" he asked again.

"Neither," she replied. The look of frustration and confusion on his face made her laugh.

"There's a third option." She batted her eyelashes at him, "I want you to cook for me."

"Ha," Daryl snorted. "No you don't. I don't cook. You know that."

"I'll be out in the living room. You may bring me a glass of wine to start. Something white… sweet…" She risked a glance back as she walked out of the kitchen. Daryl looked dumbfounded, frozen in place, unable to speak. She'd rendered him speechless and it was the best moment between them - ever.

Carol had just got comfortable and turned on the TV when Daryl came in with a glass of white wine. "Where's yours?" she asked taking the glass from him.

"I'm drinking straight from the bottle," he replied. "I'm hoping it inspires me and somehow improves my cooking so we can at least eat the food I'm making."

"What are you making?" Carol asked curiously.

"I don't fucking know," he sighed. "I spent that whole time looking for the whine. Oh and chopping an onion because it was the only vegetable in my fridge." Carol laughed at his honesty. "Now I'm trying to figure out how that goes with PB and J sandwiches."

She took a sip of the wine. It was perfect. Even if dinner was terrible, at least the alcohol was spot on. "Want me to come help?"

"Yes," he replied the second the words were out of her mouth. Carol had really just wanted to see if he would actually fulfil her request...err… demand. And now that she knew he was going to try, she was happy to help. She grabbed her wine and followed him back to the kitchen. "So what can we make with an onion, peanut butter, jelly and white bread?" Daryl asked.

"Hmm… what else do you have?" she replied. Carol had always been an amazing cook and she was very creative and resourceful in the kitchen.

"Not much," Daryl said, opening the fridge. "Eggs, milk… what the fuck is that?" he picked up something and took it straight to the garbage. "Umm, these noodle things," he held up a pack. "And sadly… that's about the extent of it."

"You can't be serious," Carol said, walking over to look in the fridge. "Daryl, seriously?" The fridge was pretty much bare. "I guess you're taking me grocery shopping tomorrow," she sighed. "Soooo, pizza it is."

"I'm sorry," Daryl said. "I was gonna try, I really was."

"I know," Carol smiled at him. "This wine… is amazing. You did good." He had that puppy dog look and she couldn't resist giving him a quick peck on the cheek. And for once he didn't make a dirty joke, he simply smiled back.

"What do you want on the pizza?" he asked, picking up his phone. Carol told him what she wanted and listened while he ordered.

An hour later they were sitting in the living room finishing the last of the wine and the last of the pizza. "Let's do something fun," Daryl said, jumping up.

"Like what?" Carol asked. She knew their idea of fun was often very different.

"Twister," he announced.

"Twister? Like the game with the colored circles?"

"Yep," he replied, pulling a box out from the bottom drawer of the coffee table. "Someone gave it to me at a con… no idea," he continued when Carol shot him a confused look. "But I ain't never played it before so, you wanna?"

Carol was just drunk enough to agree. "Okay. Let's do it." He spread the mat out on the floor.

"Right foot green," he announced after flicking the spinner. She shrugged and put her right foot on a green dot. "Left hand yellow," Daryl said, leaning over and placing his left hand on a yellow dot. He flicked again. "Left foot red."

"Red," she sighed. "That's way over there…" Carol slid her foot to the other side of the mat and put it on a red dot. It wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. She tried not to laugh at the fact TV and Film star Daryl Dixon was playing Twister of all things. Although, from what she'd heard about Daryl before he became an actor… the fact he was now a big time celebrity was hilarious in itself.

"Hmm, left foot blue," Daryl said. He gave her a sly look. Instead of putting his foot on the closest blue dot he slipped his foot between her legs and reached for the dot behind her, leaving him an a very awkward arch that was totally unnecessary. When he finally spun a hand position for her things got interesting. She couldn't put her hand anywhere without leaning right on top of him.

"Was this part of the plan," Carol asked, realizing that Daryl had a full view right down the front of her shirt.

"I wish I could say it was," he replied, not bothering to hide the fact he was staring at her tits.

"Love the color of that bra though," Daryl added. Another couple of spins and they were twisted together like a couple of pretzels. "This works better with a third person doing the spinning he said, struggling to flick the spinner again. "Left foot yellow," he announced.

Carol was pretty sure it was impossible for her to get her left foot on any yellow dot, but she was sure as hell gonna try. She wiggled and stretched, but couldn't quite reach. The only way it would work would leave Daryl's face pretty much directly between her legs. He knew it too and had a ridiculous smile on his lips. What kind of moron starts the game facing upwards? she wondered. A perverted moron, who has played this game one too many times and knows exactly what he's doing, Carol answered herself. This was not Daryl's first round of Twister - she'd been played - again.

Well she certainly wasn't about to lose. She was way too competitive for that. Carol made her move and immediately wished she had of just taken the loss. She could feel his head between her thighs and it was so damn erotic she knew she was getting her panties wet.

She blamed the wine this time. Too much wine had her sex drive on high alert. Daryl's fucking face was between her legs and even fully clothed it was driving her insane.

"You're gonna have to tell me what I spin," Daryl said. With his words came heat and vibration - two things she did not need to be happening between her legs at that moment.

"Right hand green," she said, looking at the board. Daryl couldn't see a thing as he groped around, trying to reach a green dot on the far side of the mat. "Little father," she instructed him, trying to ignore the little movements and the fact that her body was screaming to be attended to. He went to reach out a bit more and bumped into her hand. Carol slipped and they both went crashing down into a heap on the floor. Daryl started to laugh and she found herself giggling right along with him. Two adults, slightly drunk, playing twister on a Tuesday night. It was rather ridiculous. But she also loved the relationship she had with Daryl - they could be total dorks and it was perfectly normal.

It wasn't until the laughter died down that they both started to realize where they had ended up. Once again, Carol was on top of him and her hand… well, it was touching an area it shouldn't have been touching. An area that shouldn't have felt quite as firm as it did. "Oh God," she muttered, pulling her hand away and shifting.

"Well that was fun," he said, with that damn sexy grin that she loved so much. But Carol didn't smile back. There were too many conflicting emotions going on inside. Instead she stared at him and Daryl simply stared back.

"I should probably get some sleep," Carol announced, finally breaking the awkward silence.

"Yeah, me too. But I wanna read that script first," he replied, untangling his legs from hers and standing up. After adjusting himself and not even trying to hide how turned on he was, Daryl offered a hand and pulled her to her feet. She took a deep breath, quickly headed down the hall to her room and grabbed the script they'd left there earlier. She handed it to him and stood in the doorway. "I had fun tonight," she said honestly, even with all the weird emotions still swirling.

"Me too," Daryl replied. Again, she left the door wide open for flirting, but he didn't take it. It was strange, but sweet, in a way that intrigued her. With a little wave he turned to head towards his own room.

"Daryl," she called out. "You better keep both hands on that script."

"Well fuck, there goes my plans for the next 3 minutes," he said with a laugh. "Night."

"Night," she replied, closing the door to her room. She slipped off her clothes and started to dig through her suitcase for pajamas. "Oh what the hell," she muttered, looking down at her body, naked except for her panties. Carol gave up looking for the PJs, wiggled out of the panties and climbed into bed nude.