The power came back on sometime in the early morning. Carol was a fairly light sleeper when it came to sounds and the subtle change woke her. It was nothing more than a familiar hum you normally don't recognize until it's not there, and a few beeps off in other rooms - electronic devices firing back up again.
She knew it was morning because she felt like she had slept for a while, but it was still too early to get up she decided, with a yawn. Besides, her nose was frozen, but the rest of her was nice and warm under the covers. Not to mention the fact that she was firmly wrapped up with Daryl and there was no way she was moving without waking him.
Carol tried to ignore the fact that his leg had somehow worked its way in between hers, which left her ass pressed up against his junk and the part of her body that was suddenly aching resting against his thigh. To make matters worse, in her sleepy fog she initially didn't notice that his hand was firmly cupping her right breast. Daryl snored softly, just one little snort to remind her just how comfortable he was.
Somehow she managed to ignore the positioning and she fell back asleep for a while. When she woke again not much had changed, but the small changes made a huge difference to her libido. Daryl's hand was gone from her breast, but its new location was even worse. He had worked it up under her shirt and then tucked his fingers inside the waistband of her pants, not far, but far enough. And to complicate matters even more Carol was pretty damn sure his dick was thoroughly enjoying itself.
She wondered if he'd done any of it on purpose, but he really did seem to be sleeping soundly. Typical man, she thought, they could have a damn earthquake and he wouldn't notice. How was it fair that she was awake, struggling to deal with her raging hormones and he was just lying there all innocent, with no clue what was happening?
That's it, Carol decided. Two can play this game… She shifted slightly and pretended to stretch, wriggling her ass against his dick. She knew he woke up instantly. Fuck, I could bang cymbals and he'd still be snoring, but one light brush of the genitals and he's wide awake. But what he didn't know was that she was awake too and she planned to keep it that way. She sighed and stretched and wiggled some more, pretending to get comfortable. Carol felt his hand move away, but he kept his groin against her ass.
The next time she moved her butt he pushed back, resting his hand gently on the top of her thigh. Carol swallowed - her mouth was dry. What was he doing? And why did she want so badly to turn over, let him know she was awake too and see where it went from there? No, that's just your vagina talking, she told herself. If vaginas could talk hers would be screaming, begging even, for things that should NOT be happening with Daryl.
Carol took a deep breath and decided her idea had been stupid. She should have just untangled herself and got out of bed. Well, time for plan B she decided. She rolled quickly, lifting her arm and delivered an elbow to his face.
"Ow, fuck," he hissed.
"Huh? What happened?" Carol said, sitting up and pretending she was just coming out of a deep sleep.
"You just elbowed me in the head," he groaned.
"Oh God, I'm sorry," she replied. She hadn't hit him that hard. He was being a big baby. But she had to fake deep concern for the "accident." "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Daryl muttered. "Helluva a wake up call though."
Carol narrowed her eyes. Was he really going to pretend he'd still been sleeping. She couldn't let him get away with that. "Oh for fuck sakes, you were awake and I didn't hit you that hard you big sissy," she blurted out.
Daryl narrowed his eyes right back at her. "How did you know I was awake?"
She sighed, "I've been awake for a while. How was I supposed to sleep with something poking me in the ass?"
Something clicked and his face changed. "So you were doing all that wiggling around on purpose? You naughty little minx."
"Minx, pfft," she scoffed. Carol had no idea how she was going to talk her way out of this one.
"But why?" he asked, looking at her with piqued curiosity. "Were you playing games, torturing me? Or… you wanna go?"
"Wanna go…" she repeated. Was he really asking if she wanted to fuck? And why was she taking time to consider her response? "Of course not," she insisted. "I was messing with you."
"So then what exactly were you hoping to accomplish?" he pressed.
Fuck if I know, Carol thought as she pretty much jumped over him and made a beeline for the door before stopping in the frame and turning around. "I was just making sure you were still alive," she said, crossing her arms and looking at him. He was lying on his back and she couldn't help but notice that absolutely nothing had calmed down in the crotch area. "You barely moved all night… didn't even notice the power came back on a few hours ago."
"Oh hey, it did, yay," Daryl grinned. "Thank god, because I'm starving." And just like that… it was over. He was now focussed on food and she was off the hook. There were times his ADD came in very handy.
Carol ended up with a second day off work. The snow tapered off during the night, quicker than expected, but the city was a disaster with massive clean-up efforts taking place. By that evening, according to the news, things were almost back to normal. She was impressed by the efforts of the city workers to get the roads cleared so quickly, especially when there was really no where to pile the snow. She found out later that they trucked a lot of it out of the city, but still, it was quite a feat to get things up and running again as quickly as they had.
Before they headed to bed Daryl checked his flight one more time. He had a con in Dallas and was leaving early the next morning. "Well, no delay or cancellation so far," he shrugged. "Guess I better pack after all."
"You haven't even packed yet?" she said, shaking her head. Such a typical guy thing.
"It will take all of about 10 minutes," he shrugged. Oh to have it so easy, she thought with a little smile. "So, we can share a cab in the morning okay? I'll be ready when you need to leave and I'll drop you and then head out to the airport."
Carol nodded and headed to bed. The next morning, as planned, they took a cab stopping at the set first. "Have fun," she said, leaning over and planting a quick kiss on his cheek. A quick
friendly kiss like they would do any time they parted.
"See you Sunday night," he replied. Before the conversation could go any further she jumped out, shut the door and waved as the cab took off. It already felt strange knowing she'd be going back to his place that evening and spending the entire weekend there - alone. But she forced herself not to think about it and just focus on her work.
The morning flew by and during a break in the afternoon Carol checked her phone. There was a text from Daryl from 30 minutes earlier: really gettin to know JFK intn'l. Flight delayed until 4.
Carol texted him back quickly: Oh that's crappy. Were u supposed to do autos today?
Daryl's reply was immediate: Nope. Not til 2mrw. Was just gonna hit the town for the afternoon.
She heard her name and realized they wanted her back on set. Shit, got 2 go, she texted him. Let me know when you're settled in TX. Bye! She tossed her phone back in her purse and went back to work. She didn't look at her cell again until she was back home in the apartment. There was a reply from earlier: KK, but that was all.
Carol felt strange. She'd been in the apartment alone before, but knowing that Daryl was in another state and wouldn't be coming back anytime soon made her feel lonely. She turned on the TV for background noise, made food and watched CNN while she ate.
Just before 10 her phone rang. "Hey you," she said. It was Daryl's cell.
"Hey. I'm safe. In my big, lonely hotel room," he replied.
"It's still early for you," Carol teased. "I'm sure you won't be lonely long."
"Oh God no," he sighed. "I'm fucking exhausted. I killed most of those 9 hours at the airport talking to fans and taking pictures. And I was bombarded at DFW when we landed. I'm in for the night." He paused and then added, "I'm already naked in bed."
"And you're really alone?" Carol teased.
"Yep, just me and you baby," he replied. "What are you doing anyway?"
"Just watching a bunch of crap on CNN that's making me switch from sad to happy tears every other story," she admitted. It really was quite ridiculous how emotional she was. She'd always been quick to tear up, but it seemed worse.
"Wanna do something with me?" Daryl asked. She detected a flirtiness to his voice that made her a bit nervous.
"Isn't that gonna be rather difficult with you like 1500 miles away?" she replied, still curious as to what he wanted to do.
"Nope. Because we're gonna have phone sex," he announced.
"What?" she spat into the phone, in shock.
"Oh come on, it'll be fun," Daryl said.
"Ummm no. I am not having sex with you of any variety, not even the telephone kind," she insisted.
"You're scared," he replied, in a challenging tone. "Don't tell me you've never done it before…"
"Okay, I won't tell you," Carol said quickly.
"What? No way. Seriously?" he asked, sounding just as shocked at she had earlier. "Okay, come on… you gotta try it. Please?"
Somehow she found herself agreeing and wondered if she truly had gone completely insane. Nope, it wasn't insanity, it was the challenge. Daryl knew how to play her. "Oh fine," she muttered. "What am I supposed to say?"
"Talk dirty to me," he said. His voice had changed and it sounded all low and husky.
"What? Like… oh baby, baby, I want to take a ride on your big hard meat stick?" Carol finished with a giggle.
"Meat stick?" he scoffed.
"Okay, I wanna ride your hot rod you sexy beast…" she said, giggling again.
"Meat stick and hot rod are pretty much the same thing," Daryl said, not nearly as amused as she was.
"Of course they are," she replied. "They both mean cock, don't they?"
"Cock, that's good. Use that," he urged.
Carol put on her best sexy porn voice and tried again, "Mmm, oh God, your cock is so hard… I just want you to shove it in my…. puss…" She didn't even get all the words out before she fell back on the couch laughing.
"You suck at this," Daryl announced. "Maybe I should go first."
"Oh by all means," she replied through the giggles. There was silence. "Daryl? Are you there?"
"Yeah… I… um… I can't think of anything to… say," he got out and the next thing she knew they were both laughing.
"How do people do this with a straight face?" Carol asked, as the laughter died down.
"Well, I find it helps if I'm already spanking my dick," he answered truthfully.
"Don't even think about it." she warned.
"What makes you think I haven't been stroking it this entire time?" he asked. Carol felt her body flush with warmth. "Maybe I've had my cock in my hand the whole time. Maybe it was there before I even called you…" She was quickly realizing how people had phone sex with a straight face as she grappled with the overwhelming urge to slip her hand down her pants. The image of him lying naked in bed, running a hand up and down his shaft was burned into her brain. Her heart was pounding and she knew if she gave in and touched herself that her fingers would come back wet.
"Oh well in that case, I better let you go," Carol replied, using everything she had to play it cool. "Enjoy the con. And try to behave."
He laughed. "Night Carol."
"Night," she said hanging up quickly. She threw the phone to the other end of the couch as if the device was to blame for the crazy battle of emotions going on inside her.
"What the hell…" she whispered. "Get it together…" It was barely 5 seconds since they hung up and she already missed him. She missed him so badly it overpowered all the confusing sexual urges. It was both a blessing and a curse. Any distraction from the throb between her legs was welcome… but what did it mean? What did it mean that she missed him so badly she forgot about things that weren't typically easy to ignore?
It meant that she needed to quit heading down the wrong path. It meant that she needed to do something about it before it was too late. It meant that she needed to damn well get laid. Carol decided that everything that she was feeling was nothing more than a byproduct of sexual frustration. It had been a while. And it was time.
She pulled out her wallet and dug out the business card she'd put in there. She wasn't usually one for a fling and she rarely slept with a man on the first date. But she was willing to sacrifice her usual practices in the name of her sanity. Any more of these unholy thoughts about Daryl and she was going to end up in the looney bin. "Sex will fix this," she announced as she dialed. He picked up on the second ring. "Hey, sorry I'm calling so late… it's Carol..."
