"Oh fine," Daryl muttered. "Get him on the phone."
"What? Right now?" Carol replied, shocked he was being so cooperative.
"Yeah, before it's too late and I have to apologize for waking him up too," He said with a gesture indicating she should just get on with it.
Carol found her phone, scrolled back in her calls and clicked on William's number. He answered on the 3rd ring. "Hey, it's Carol," she started slowly, waiting for his reaction.
"Oh Carol, hi... It's late, is something wrong?" his voice showed nothing more than concern and her heart ached. He really was one of the good ones.
"No, no. I didn't wake you did I?" she asked.
"Nope, just watching the news," he assured her.
"Okay, well the reason I'm calling is because I have someone who wants to talk to you," she chewed her lip, suddenly nervous it was a bad idea.
"Oh... Um... Sure... What about?" he asked curiously.
She looked at Daryl, "I'll just give you to him and let him explain." She handed him her cell and listened.
"Hey man, it's Daryl... Dixon... Yeah it's a pleasure to speak with you as well. But listen, I owe you an apology for the other night... Yes, I absolutely do..." It was surprisingly easy to follow the conversation even though she could only hear Daryl's side. "I'd like to talk more, say sorry in person... You able to meet me tomorrow after work? I'll buy you a drink or two... Sure, that same place you bumped into Carol last week... She can join us when she's done filming." Wait, what? Did Daryl just plan a date? And invite her along too? "Yeah, 530 is perfect. See you then. You too. Bye."
Daryl hung up and passed her the phone, "There, satisfied?"
"Christ, I told you to apologize, not start dating the man," she snapped.
"Don't get all jelly," he replied, moving closer and settling his hands on her hips. "You know Rick is the only boy you have to worry about... And he's married. Married men aren't really my type."
"Did you just say jelly?" she giggled.
"Totes," he replied.
"Okay, bae, methinks you obvi need to spend a little less time with your tweeps. Just sayin'," she teased.
"Wow. Just... Wow," he looked at her sadly. "Here I thought you'd be flailing like a mofo with how internet savvy I am. You wound me. Deeply."
Carol touched his cheek, "Aww muffin, I'm sorry, you're amazeballs, always."
"You love me," he grinned. "I'm dead. Abso-fuckin-lutely dead."
They both laughed and he kissed her quickly. She was thankful he pulled back when he did or they were surely headed for another round. And it was late.
A little while later as they were driving home she thought again about how awkward it was gonna be having drinks with Daryl and William. "I can't believe you planned a date night," she muttered.
Daryl just laughed. "Don't worry baby, you're the one I'm taking home."
When they got to his apartment Carol said her goodnights and headed for bed. She didn't miss the look of disappointment on his face. The horn dog must have been hoping for another quick fuck before bed, she thought with a little grin. Not that the same thought hadn't crossed her mind too, but she had a couple things she wanted to do before bed, including reading over her lines for the next day. She had them down. It was a complete waste of time. But it always made her feel more confident to give them one last read through before shooting.
When she was finished what she needed to do and had read over the script Carol turned out her light and made an attempt to sleep. It didn't go well. All she could think about was fucking Daryl - without a condom. She wanted to know how good it would feel to have him inside her, just him, nothing else, without the distraction of the hot water.
Curiosity got the better of her or maybe it was her raging hormones. She got out of bed, slipped on a shirt that somewhat covered her bare ass, and crept down the hallway. Daryl's door was slightly ajar and she could hear the television. It was pretty clear from the sounds she heard what he was watching. She squirmed and squeezed her legs together to fight the burn, then peeked inside.
What she saw made her heart beat wildly. He was in bed, naked, slowly stroking his dick while he watched some porno on the playboy channel. Was he insatiable or what? Look who's talking, she chastised herself. You're no better. Carol watched him for a minute. There was something so erotic about the fact he had no clue she was there. She licked her lips and swallowed. She was practically salivating in anticipation. Her mouth wasn't the only thing that was watering though. Carol slipped a hand between her legs as she watched him stop and reach for something. He squirted something in his hand and moved back to his cock again.
She smiled. Apparently Daryl liked to lube things up when he played with himself. Well, they certainly weren't going to need anymore when she got in there.
Carol teased her folds, rubbing and probing inside with two fingers. She had to bite back a moan when she brushed her clit. She wanted him. So badly. But how exactly did she want her appearance to go? An evil grin spread across her face. Any chance she got to embarrass him she was certainly going to take.
She shoved open the door and spoke clearly, "Whatcha doing?"
"Carol… fuck," he hissed, looking like a deer in the headlights. She crossed her arms and watched the amusing show. He let go of his cock like it was burning him and grabbed a fistful of his blanket, throwing it into his lap. Then he scrambled for the remote as some blonde porn star was getting fucked by a hot italian looking guy while she was eating out a very busty brunette.
"Relax," Carol laughed. "You think I've never watched a threesome before?" Daryl looked rather stunned as he pressed the power button. "I usually prefer the odds in the woman's favor though," she added with a smirk, walking slowly towards him. When she got to the side of the bed she reached for the blanket and tugged it away, exposing him. "Be a shame to waste that," she said, staring directly at his erection.
The shock and embarrassment of her walking in on him faded quickly. He tugged at the hem of her shirt and lifted it. "Mmm, I was hoping for that." Daryl reached behind her and grabbed her ass. He lightly slapped a cheek. It stung, but felt so good. "This change in plans is… well… unexpected."
"Is it welcome?" she asked, slipping her shirt off and standing naked before him.
"Fuck," he muttered, looking her up and down. "You know you're welcome anytime."
"Good," she said, slipping a leg over his body and straddling him. "Because I didn't plan on leaving until I found out."
"Found out what?" he asked, groaning as she shifted her hips to line him up.
"Found out what it feels like…" she pushed back, taking him inside her. "To ride you til you come." Carol shivered with pleasure. She didn't move, just enjoyed the feel of him filling her up. When she looked down at his face Daryl was smiling. She leaned forward and kissed him. He lifted his hips pushing deeper into her and Carol moaned, breaking the kiss, then started to move, slowly, feeling every inch of him slipping in and out. She was so wet and slippery… and so damn horny… She really did want to ride him, take him over the edge, watch his face as he came, but she suddenly had an even stronger urge to be fucked. Could she change her mind?
"I want to fuck you," Daryl hissed, grabbing her hips. What the hell? How could she possibly be so lucky?
"Okay, if you really want to," she sighed, slipping off him. Daryl practically leapt out from under her, grabbed her legs, pulled her to the edge of the bed and shoved back into her. From that moment until he was lying beside her panting Carol was on a rollercoaster ride of wild, intense, hard fucking… and she loved every second of it. Her orgasm was so intense her body felt like a rag doll afterwards as he continued to pound her. Eventually she was able to focus again and enjoyed the way his muscles rippled and the way his wispy hair flew around with impact. But the best part was when he finally came with a grunt. His face was beautiful, sexy, erotic and blissful all at the same time. Carol realized she could look at that face for… forever.
When her breathing slowed again Carol started to sit up. "Don't go," he said, pulling the blanket over them both. "Sleep here." She started to protest. "Please… please stay," he added sleepily as he slipped an arm around her possessively.
"Okay," she whispered, rolling to her side as he pulled her closer. Carol sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She felt safe in his arms and it was absolutely terrifying. Luckily she too tired to let the fear keep her up and instead she let the security lull her to sleep.
"Carol, wake up," a voice whispered in her ear. She groaned and stretched as Daryl nuzzled her face. When she opened her eyes she saw he was already dressed. "I let you sleep as long as I could, but you gotta shower now or you're gonna be late. I'll make you something to eat on the way." She glanced at the clock and jumped out of bed, flying from his room to hers to gather her things to shower.
"Let's go," she said 20 minutes later, running down the hall for the door and slipping on her boots and coat. Carol hated being late, but she really was thankful for the little extra sleep.
Daryl handed her a coffee and followed her out the door. Somehow he got her to work on time. "So I'll see you at the bar after you're done, okay?"
"Oh, ugh," she groaned. "I was hoping that was a bad dream."
"Its gonna be fine," he laughed. "See you later Toots."
"Toots," she scoffed shutting the door with a smile and heading into work.
The day passed quickly, but when it was time to quit she was informed they would be working a couple hours overtime. Carol was never so happy to work late. She was grinning like crazy as she dialed Daryl to break the bad news. "Hey, I have to stay until 8. Can you just pick me up here?"
"You hiding a horseshoe up that sweet ass?" he teased, knowing she wanted out of the meeting with William anyway.
"Enjoy your date Toots," she replied with a giggle. "See you at 8."
Daryl was waiting for her, right on time, but as she approached he climbed out of the Jeep and handed her the keys. "You should drive," he said.
On the way home she quickly found out that he wasn't drunk, but he'd had a lot to drink and he thought that William was the cat's ass. Apparently they were new besties. Daryl kept going on and on - Billy this… Billy that. "Billy? Seriously?" Carol shook her head and rolled her eyes. "So I take it he's not upset with you?"
"Nah, it's all good now," Daryl said.
"What does he… what did you tell him… about us?" Carol asked, scared of the answer.
"Don't look so panicked," he scoffed. "I'm not an idiot." She gave him a look. "Okay, not all the time. I told him that we're good friends and I got a bit over protective, like a big brother…"
"Christ, you and your brother-sister thing," she mumbled.
"What? Incest was common at one time," he grinned. She parked in the garage and they made their way up to the apartment. "I bought you something today," Daryl announced from the kitchen as Carol was undoing her boots.
"You did?" she said curiously, wandering into the kitchen to join him.
"Yep," Daryl replied, presenting her with some papers. "Late flight, tomorrow night." She looked at the papers and realized he'd bought her plane tickets to go to the con with him.
"Daryl," she looked up at him sadly. "I can't… I can't accept this…"
"Come on," he protested. "Please?" He dropped to his knees and looked up at her. "Please?" he said again, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her belly. He was begging. Daryl was begging her to go.
She touched his hair, stroking it gently. "Hey," she said softly. "Come with me for a minute." Carol held out a hand to help him up, then continued to hold it as she led him to her room. "I want to show you something," she added, pulling out her phone.
She opened her email and handed him the phone. "I can't accept your ticket… because I already bought one of my own." Carol pointed to a backpack in the corner. "I'm not flying out until Friday morning, but I'm packed." Daryl looked like a little kid at Christmas - it was adorable. "I'm only staying one night," she added sternly. "One night." He nodded and grabbed her, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around. "I can't believe you thought we could go on the same flight," she said, when he set her down.
Daryl shrugged. "Thought you might want to join the mile high club on the way there."
"Ha," she snorted. "What makes you think I'm not already a member? Multiple times even..."
"Fuck, I love you," he teased. It wasn't a serious I love you by any means. But it hung in the air and lingered in her mind for far longer than it should have.
