AN: Big thanks to everyone for your reviews and support. So, as promised, I stayed up way too late last night and managed to get this chapter finished. Then my internet went batshit crazy and I couldn't post. So, I'm currently sitting at McDonalds, nursing a cup of nasty coffee and milking their free Wi-Fi. I spent a whole $2.00 on shitty coffee just so I could provide my awesome readers with Caryl smut. I'm expecting reviews people, lots of them. This chapter is a little steamy, well not really, cold showers and all, but you know what I mean. Certainly rated M though. Read on!
The showers in the prison were old and fairly dirty, but compared to the long months where they had nothing at all, they were an unimaginable luxury. Daryl was in the stall next to hers, scrubbing away the sweat and dirt from his skin. He could hear her next to him, humming along to some song that only she could hear. He wanted more than anything to be in there with her, but she had insisted on separate showers, claiming that if he really wasn't ready for anything to happen between them again, then being confined in a stall together, naked and wet and wanting probably wasn't the best idea. He couldn't really argue with logic like that, but it didn't make his need go away. He rubbed the bar of cheap soap down his body, trying to avoid touching his aching erection. The cold water was helping, but the fact that she was so close, their bare bodies separated by nothing more than a plastic curtain, that wasn't making it very easy for him to hold his resolve. He tried to think of something else, anything else, but when he heard a small moan come from behind the curtain, his resolve suddenly shattered. He slowly pushed the curtain aside and when he saw her, he nearly died from shock. She was standing under the cold spray, one hand on her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers, and the other hand between her legs, her fingers working furiously at her most sensitive spot. Her eyes were scrunched tightly shut, and she was biting her bottom lip, trying like hell to stifle her whimpers as she neared her orgasm. He was mesmerized by the sight, his hand moving on its own down his chest. But he was so sensitive that as soon as his fingers wrapped around his cock, a gasp escaped his lips. The noise startled her, and he immediately released himself as her eyes shot open and zeroed in where he was standing, now beet red and sporting a hard on that looked almost painful.
She quickly stilled her own movements, embarrassed that he had caught her in such an awkward position. "Holy crap, Daryl! You scared me. I didn't even hear the curtain. What are you doing?"
He stammered as he responded, she may have stopped touching herself, but it was the only thing he could see right now. "I….um….I heard you….you moaned…I thought you were hurtin' again." he finally blurted out, unable to say the real reason that he had opened the curtain. That he wanted her, needed her, couldn't bear to be separated from her, even for the time it took them each to shower. "I guess you're fine, I'm just gonna finish my shower over here." He quickly took a step back and pulled the curtain shut before she even had a chance to respond. He stepped back under the cold water, cursing the fact that it wasn't colder. He was still hard as a rock and at this point, he didn't think jumping in a frozen lake could make that go away.
"What the hell am I doing? I tell her we can't do nothin' til I ain't gonna bruise her up, and then I go spying on her when she tries to take care of things herself. What the fuck is wrong with me? You ain't some kinda pervert, Dixon. Get it together. Think of something else. Think about walkers. Yeah, nasty, rotting corpses. Attacking, hungry for flesh. Her flesh. You gotta save her. Shoot the fuckers in the skull. There you go, she's safe. No wait, now she's looking up at you with those big blue eyes. Looking at you like she wants to kiss you. Oh fuck, this ain't gonna work."
No matter what he tried to think of to distract himself, it always came back to her. He could hear the water in her shower turn off, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe if she wasn't standing there, right next to him, then his little problem would go away. He was surprised however, when instead of hearing her footsteps exiting the stall, she ducked her head through the curtain and stepped into his space. He could barely tear his eyes away from her naked body, still wet and looking so enticing he thought he was gonna die right there. But he tore his eyes away long enough to glance up at her face, and the expression it held sent a shock right through him. She was staring at him, her blue eyes full of need and determination. He couldn't say anything, just watch her as she stepped forward, joining him under the spray of the shower and opening her mouth to speak.
"Daryl, this is stupid. You want me, I want you, we're getting married for goodness sake. I'm not going to break if you touch me. I might break if you don't. I'm not saying need to slam me up against the wall again, but I need something. Please? I'm not worried about getting a little bruised up. We know what's wrong with me now and it's not that big of a deal. Anyway, it's not like all bruises are a bad thing."
With that said, she leaned in and placed her lips on the side of his neck, kissing him gently at first, causing his breathing to quicken. Her tongue came into play, licking the cool water from his skin as she trailed it down to his chest, stopping right above the tattoo near his nipple. She kissed the spot, over and over until she started to suck, the skin on his chest slowly coloring until she pulled away, leaving behind the biggest, darkest hickey he had ever seen. She stepped back, a satisfied look on her face, as if she had proven her point. He was shaking with need at this point, and he just wanted to give in, spin her around and take her, putting an end to her desire and his. But that little voice in the back of his mind, the one that liked to tell him he was nothing more than an abusive redneck piece of shit just like his daddy, it just wouldn't let him do that. He might die trying, but he wasn't laying another finger on her in that way until he knew that he wouldn't hurt her in the process. He could see where his finger prints were still pressed into her arm, as well as on both of her hips. He was pretty sure that if she turned around, he would be able to find them on her ass as well. He just couldn't do that again. "Carol, we can't. I'm sorry I was watchin' you. I just can't. What can I say, I'm fucked up. I got issues, but you already know that. I just can't lose control again, and if we start foolin' around, I can't say for sure that I'm not gonna. You do things to me, woman. Things I ain't never felt before."
She looked at him as if she understood, but the determination still didn't leave her eyes. She took a step towards him, stretching up and kissing him softly on the lips. When she pulled away, she reached for his hand, and slowly guided it to his cock. "If you aren't going to touch me, you're going to touch yourself."
He gently pulled away from her grip. "Carol, I can't do that. Not with you in here. Not even with you in the same room. No, just no." he protested.
She wasn't deterred. She took a step back from him, her whole body now in his view. She leaned herself gently against the wall, and slowly brought her hands back to where they had been when he had walked in in her. "If I can do it with you watching, then so can you. Look at yourself, you look like you're going to explode and I feel like I am. There is nothing wrong with this." She never took her eyes from his as she slowly resumed her movements, one hand pinching her nipple and the other slowly rubbing over her heat.
His cock was twitching, begging him to just give in. He took a step towards her, wanting to still her hands, but all he could do was lean his forehead against hers and whisper. "Carol, I can't."
"Yes, you can. I want you to. I need to see what makes you feel good." she said in a breathy tone, her own pleasure already starting to build.
He surrendered to her plea. He closed his eyes as his hand moved down to his cock, which was now leaking at the tip and begging for release. He gently wrapped his fingers around his length, giving himself an experimental tug. His motions quickened when he heard her speak.
"Daryl, open your eyes. I want you to see me too."
They were connected in that moment, his eyes locked on her hand, the way her hips were bucking forward as she slowly teased herself into a frenzy. He was trying to hold back, slowly working his own hand up and down on his shaft, but her soft whimpers, the way she was watching him, like she was trying to absorb every detail of what made him moan and shake, it was too much. He knew he wouldn't last much longer at this rate and he whispered her name like it was a prayer. "Carol, come for me baby, please. I'm almost there. Just let go."
His words were the final push she needed, she cried out, her eyes intently locked on his as her orgasm shook her to her very core. He tightened his hand around his cock and one more thrust was all it took to break him. His came with such force that he thought his knees were going to buckle and he was going to collapse to the dirty shower floor. Instead, when he saw that the result of his orgasm had shot across her stomach, he gently wrapped one arm around her waist and guided her back under the spray of the shower, rinsing away the evidence from her skin. They stood there for a minute, the cold water helping to calm the flush in their cheeks and their labored breathing. He watched as a small smile formed on her lips and it gave him the strength to speak. "Holy fuck…that was….fuck…um…intense." he panted out, a smile forming on his own lips.
She leaned forward and kissed him softly before pulling away and sighing. "Yeah, I don't think I could have said that any better myself."
They stood together under the cold water until Daryl could see that Carol was starting to shiver. He quickly reached around her and shut off the spray. He pulled away from her long enough to grab the two towels that hung just outside the curtain, wrapping one around her body and tucking it in before doing the same to his waist. She was still smiling, a slightly dazed look in her eye as he guided her out of the shower and sat her down on the bench next to her clothes. Her eyes never left him as he dried himself off and pulled on his clean jeans. When he turned back around, she was giggling. He didn't realize what she was laughing at until she spoke.
"Sorry about that. I got a little carried away." she said, pointing at his chest.
He looked down and saw the huge hickey she had left on him. He shrugged. "It's okay. You give me a few more and we'll match." he said, referring to the marks which littered her skin.
She narrowed her eyes at him, smirking. "Did you just make a joke about my bruises? Really? After all that, you not even being able to touch me cause you don't want to leave a mark, you think they're funny now."
He walked over to her and bent down, kissing her until she was breathless. "Told you, I'm fucked up. Now get dressed. You're still wet and you're turning blue."
She obeyed, standing up from the bench and drying herself off. She picked up the bra and panties that he had grabbed for her and put them on, hearing him laugh when he saw that the panties didn't really cover anything, the small red thong leaving her ass almost completely exposed. She turned around, smiling at him when she saw that he was trying to suppress another laugh.
"So you think this is funny too, huh. You're the one that picked them out. I've never even worn them before. Maggie found a lingerie store on one of her and Glenn's runs and grabbed me all this frilly, lacy crap. I'd have been perfectly happy with cotton panties, but nope, she gets me thongs." she said, quickly slipping the dress over her head and letting it cover the offending garments.
He only laughed again when he saw how worked up she was. "I wasn't laughing at you. You look fucking great in them. I just thought it was funny that they don't really cover nothin'. Might as well just not wear any."
She thought about that for a moment and then lifted the hem of her dress, sliding the panties back down her legs and looking at them for a second before tossing them at him. "You have a point. You like them so much, keep them. I'd rather wear nothing than wear that uncomfortable thing."
He slipped the small piece of fabric in his back pocket and walked over to her. "You're fucking incredible, you know that. I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but I like it."
She smiled as she looked up at him from her place on the bench. "Nothing's gotten into me. Just you. What can I say, you do things to me too. You make me want to do things I never would have even dreamed about doing before. I'm a new and improved Carol." she admitted as she bent down and slipped on her flip flops. When she stood up, she stumbled a bit. He reached out and grabbed her waist, steadying her as she tried to shake away the dizziness that had suddenly hit her. "Sorry, just got a little lightheaded."
"Hey, it's okay. We should probably head down and see if Rick and Michonne are back from their run with your stuff. You might be a new Carol, but you still got some improving left to do."
She wasn't really prepared to see everyone just yet, but she knew he was right. She picked up her towel and finished drying her hair, running her fingers through the short curls until they were in some kind of order, softly framing her face. She looked at Daryl. "So what do you think? I don't look too bad, right. I don't look like a sick, crazy person, do I?" she asked, trying to make it sound funny. But Daryl could sense the hesitation in her voice.
"Carol, what did I tell you? You sure as hell ain't crazy, no crazier than the rest of us. And so what if you look sick? Nobody is gonna care. They're just happy you're gonna get better. So stop worrying. It's gonna be fine."
She was quiet for a moment as she stepped away from him and picked up their towels, hanging them back up by the shower. When she turned back to him, he could see that his words must have had some effect, because most of the doubt had left her eyes. "Alright, we might as well get this over with."
He made his way to where she stood and pulled her hand into his. "It's gonna be fine, really. No one is mad at you. Most of them don't even really know what happened. They just know that you thought you had cancer and now they know you don't. They just wanna see you. Beth said she needed some advice on some kinda girl problem. Face it, they're probably fallin' apart down there without you."
She smiled. "No they're not, but that was sweet of you to say. I know everyone's worried about me." She gripped his hand tighter and pulled him towards the door. "Come on, let's go."
They made their way back through the prison, her grasp on his hand getting almost painfully hard by the time they reached the doors to the common room. They stopped for a moment, looking at each other. "You ready?" he asked.
She glanced at him and then at the door. "Not really, but I have to do this. I can do this. Just don't let go of my hand, okay?"
He locked his fingers through hers. "Not going anywhere. Never again."
Whew, I need a smoke, how about you? I always feel weird writing sex scenes, my hubby is more of a "wham bam thank you mam" kind of guy, so that's doesn't really give me much to work with from my own personal experience. So I hope that wasn't too out there. Let me know what you think. I'm a whore for input. Currently working on the next chapter, and perhaps if I'm motivated enough, I'll buy another cup of McCrap coffee and have it uploaded for you tonight. Thanks for reading!