"Why are you sitting so far away?" Daryl asked. He had joined her in the hot tub and sat down while she admired the view of the city lights. The hot tub had 4 seats so when she sat she took the one across from him still overlooking the city.
"There's a better view from this side," she replied.
"Doubt it," he said, gazing into her eyes. It was still okay to look back, it was just a lusty stare, nothing scary, only exciting. "But I'll come over there anyway," he added, making his way to her side. Daryl found her hands under the water and pulled her into his arms, then spun and sat where she had been, yanking her down onto his lap.
Hot water. Skin on skin... Even with her face and shoulders in the frigid air Carol felt like she was on fire. She took a shaky breath, trying hard to appear calm, and settled into his lap.
"Don't think I've been in a hot tub in a while..." she commented.
"Since that party at Diane's?" he asked, reminding her of a wild night at a mutual friend's place.
"Oh God... I don't even want to think about what happened that night," she groaned. The next day was the worst hangover she'd had since her 21st birthday and too much Tequila. "Was I in the hot tub?" Daryl nodded. "Well hopefully I borrowed a swim suit," she said cringing.
"One of Diane's," he said, nodding again. "Little too big in the..." he gestured to her boobs. Di was more than a little bigger than her in that department. "Drew a lot of guys to the hot tub because every time you leaned forward..."
"Oh for fuck sakes," she muttered. "I knew something was up when Dave blushed the first time he saw me." Carol shook her head. "I was too afraid to ask back then."
"You really don't remember anything about that night?" Daryl looked slightly baffled.
"Uh let's see..." She thought hard. "I remember someone peeing in the closet on one of Diane's favorite pair of shoes... I remember my sweet Maggie thinking she was gonna out drink Tara and passing out in the kitchen... And... Abe... I saw his damn ass far too many times for one lifetime." Ford must have had some sort of bet going on that resulted in him repeatedly mooning people.
"Oh fuck, that's right," Daryl chuckled. "He lost some bet with Shane and had to moon someone every time Rick spoke with his real accent."
"Shit, he didn't know?" Carol snickered. Rick was one of Daryl's closest friends and he always kept his character's thick southern drawl through filming but he had trouble sticking to it when he was drinking.
"Nope, Shane played him good," Daryl said with an amused grin. "But seriously," he continued. "You don't remember anything else about that night?"
"Oh God," Carol moaned. "Just tell me… what did I do? How bad was it? Are people still talking about it?" She had vowed after that night, with all the memory gaps and how sick she was the next day that she was never drinking that much again. And so far she'd stuck to that.
"It wasn't bad," he replied. His voice changed. It was somewhat wistful and that made her even more nervous. "You kissed me."
"What?" Carol gasped. "I what? Are you serious? You're joking. I didn't. Was it a kiss on the
cheek or something? How could I not remember that? You're kidding… come on Daryl, that's not funny." she was rambling. She knew she was rambling. But she couldn't help it. It had to be a joke.
"Nope, it's true," he replied. She knew Daryl was a great actor and could likely pull off an award winning performance if he wanted or needed to. But there was a feeling of genuineness that she just didn't think could possibly be an act. He was serious. The kiss happened. And she'd blacked it out.
"Wow…" she muttered. "Okay, tell me… you obviously remember. So tell me what happened and tell my why you haven't said anything before now." That was the part that was the most confusing. Why hadn't he teased her about it the next day? He hadn't joked or bugged her or mentioned it - at all. And it was months before. Not just a few weeks - Months.
Daryl shrugged, "We were both drunk. I found you out on the porch, on the other side of the house - all alone. You were laying on the deck looking up at the stars and you told me the galaxy was spinning, like you were on the Millennium Falcon doing loops with Han Solo and Chewie." He laughed and got that wistful look again. "I laid down beside you and we started talking about Star Wars. You got all girly on me and told me that your favourite moment was when Leia and Han kissed for the first time." Carol cringed. She usually wasn't that girly with movies, but he was right, that was her favourite scene and she would have only admitted it when she was wasted. "Next thing I knew you rolled over and planted one on me."
"Well fuck," she muttered. "Why would I do that?" She snuck a sheepish look, "How… uh… heated did it get?"
"Oh it was a damn good kiss," he said, sliding a hand up her thigh under the water. "Could have went a lot further if…"
"Oh God… what happened?" she interrupted, needing to know right away.
Daryl leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You puked."
Carol felt her cheeks burning. How humiliating? This was the worst story ever… too bad it was real. She did the only thing she could think to do - she started to laugh. "Shit..I.. didn't puke… on you… did I?" she got out between chuckles.
Daryl shook his head, "Nope, you got up and plastered one of Di's rose bushes."
"Jesus… I need to call her and apologize," she mumbled.
"Don't worry, she probably blamed it on Shane anyway," Daryl said.
Carol took a deep breath and met his eye again, "So why… why didn't you tell me before?"
"Well, I didn't know you didn't remember and you didn't say anything… so…" he shrugged again. "We were both drunk…" Daryl licked his lips. "But I thought about it a lot," he said softly, reaching out and tracing a fingertip over her lips. "The way you tasted… how eager you were…" He was staring at her mouth and all she could think about was how badly she wanted to be kissed. "What would have happened if you hadn't…" That heat that was already burning inside her intensified. "Every time I flirted with you the next few weeks I expected it might happen again, but when it didn't I figured you just wanted to forget it."
She didn't need to hear anymore. It happened. It was over. And far more had happened since. If it meant something more to him back then he would have said something, she was sure of it. She tried to ignore the part about Daryl thinking about the kiss - a lot. It was all too confusing, especially when all she wanted was his lips on hers and to feel that hard on, that she knew was under the water, pressing against her until neither one of them could take it any longer and he shoved it into her. That's all she wanted and all she needed right then. "Kiss me," Carol demanded.
She didn't have to ask twice. His lips came crashing down on hers and she shifted into a straddling position. Just as she expected he was hard. It would have been so easy to just sink down on his shaft right then, but she restrained herself, both to make it even better when it was finally time and because he didn't have a condom on. She didn't feel like thinking about the possibility that they might not be able to have sex with the condom in the hot water. She had more important things on her mind like how good his hands felt on her breasts and how delicious his kiss was.
She reached under the water and grasped his shaft. She didn't stroke it, just held it in her hand while they kissed, squeezing lightly every once in a while and enjoying the resulting throb and the way he moaned into her mouth. She knew she was driving him crazy and completely in control… until he slipped a hand between her legs. His probing fingers relinquished her upper hand and Carol felt her grip on him loosening.
"Get the damn condom Daryl," she hissed, unable to wait any longer. She needed him so badly.
"Uh… fuck…" he muttered, looking slightly horrified. "It's in the house in my damn coat."
Carol couldn't wait that long. It would take less than a minute and it was still too long. "Okay, let's discuss… what if we don't use one? What are we dealing with here?"
"Well I sure as hell don't wanna knock you up," he said honestly.
"That's not an issue," she replied, without elaborating.
Daryl shrugged, "You been tested lately?"
"I haven't had sex without protection in… at least 10 years, I promise, I'm good. You?" she replied, hoping to hell her Romeo hadn't been stupid any time lately.
"It's one of the only things I'm actually responsible about," he grinned. "Mostly because I don't need any chicks trying to pawn off their babies on me and I don't trust the ones who say it's fine…"
Carol smiled. "But you trust me?"
"One hundred percent," he breathed, pulling her back into his lap and kissing her again. "So we're good?"
"We're good," she agreed. "Now fuck me." Daryl slipped his hands under her body and stood. He walked her over to the other side of the hot tub, turned her around and leaned her over the edge. Her boobs were exposed to the cold air and her nipples instantly stiffened.
"Keep your eyes open and you can enjoy the view," he grunted into her ear as he shoved his dick into her. The first thing that happened as the relief, bliss and pleasure of finally having him inside washed over her - she closed her eyes, leaned her head back and sighed. "You're missing the view," Daryl whispered, slowly moving in and out of her.
Carol forced her eyes open and looked out over the city. It really was quite spectacular. How many people could actually say they'd been fucked looking out over the bright lights of New York City, at night in the winter? It was so hard to concentrate on the view though, with what was going on behind her. It felt different in the water. A little rougher with the water washing away her body's lubrication. And there was also the lack of the condom that made it different as well. But it wasn't any less incredible with either of the changes. She couldn't wait to do it again, out of the water without the condom so she could really feel him, all of him.
She gripped the edge of the tub, lifting her ass higher and allowing Daryl to push even deeper. He slipped an arm around her body and slipped his hand down her stomach, lower and lower, probing lightly until he found exactly the spot he was looking for. "Oh.." she gasped as his fingers made contact with her swollen clit. There was so much going on she had no idea what to focus on.
"God, your pussy is so tight," he moaned into her ear. Sometimes dirty talk didn't do a thing for her, but the sound of his voice was so sultry and sexy she felt her vagina throb in response, as if her body was begging for more. "And your ass," he groaned. "So fucking sexy." His other hand went from squeezing her cheeks into her ass crack, rubbing her as he continued to fuck her and play with her clit. Even more going on… so much… too much… "I'm gonna fuck this ass one day, you want that don't you?"
Her body shivered. She did want it, more than she thought possible. But it wasn't her thing, so it was totally confusing. "I...I don't know…" she mumbled in response. It was followed by a groan as he sped up his strokes.
"You will," he breathed into her ear. "I won't do it until you're sure… until you want it so bad you're begging for it."
"I don't beg," Carol said, sighing with pleasure. It was a lie. If she wanted something bad enough she wasn't above begging to fulfill her needs.
"We'll see," he whispered. She barely heard him because she was so close and way too focussed on her body. She felt herself jerk and heard a little whimper escape her lips. Carol squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the edge of the hot tub until her knuckles were white. It felt so good to have him still pounding her as she came, making it seem to last even longer.
She didn't even notice at first that he was done because she was still dizzy with the pleasure of her orgasm rippling through her body. It wasn't until he slipped out and kissed her neck that she realized it was over. That was about the same time that she finally noticed the cold again and shivered. Carol slipped back down into the water to get warm. They stayed in the hot tub a little longer, sitting quietly, well as quiet as Daryl could be, and enjoying the soothing jets.
"Probably should head home soon," she said, realizing it was likely getting late and she did have an early morning. He nodded and took her hand to help her out. They quickly slipped back into the robes and headed inside.
"Umm, did we just have sex on the first date?" Daryl teased, once they were back in the greenhouse where it was a little warmer.
"This wasn't a date," she replied. "This was you making up for being an asshole."
"Did I do a good job?" he asked, looking like a little boy with eager eyes. "Am I forgiven?"
As much as she wanted to make him pay even longer Carol didn't have the heart to do it. The night had been magical and she would never forget it. She nodded and smiled at him, "I think I can let it go… on one condition…"
"Name it," he replied immediately.
She bit her lip and grinned before speaking, "You have to call my airport hero and apologize."
