Chapter 3: Sauce for the Goose, Part 2

Carol stirred, and then jumped as a warm hand slid from her ankle to her calf. "Sshh," Daryl whispered. "Just me." He had been on watch, and Carol had fallen asleep listening for his footsteps. If he was back, it must be sometime after midnight, and the prison was quiet.

"Everything okay out there?" she asked, turning on her side.

"Yeah, it's good. Gettin' cooler, and the dew's heavy. I was pretty well soaked."

"Are you going back to your cell?" Carol tried not to sound too eager for his answer to be 'no.' "If not, you should get out of those wet clothes and under the covers." She pushed herself back to make a space for him, turning back the light blanket.

A smile was in his voice as he said, "Already way ahead of you." He slid in beside her, and she recoiled.

"Eww, Daryl, your skin is clammy." She threw the blanket over him and gingerly eased closer to share her body heat.

"Here, I got an idea." He put an arm around her waist and turned on his back, pulling her to lie over him like a human comforter. She shivered, as much from the sensation of being draped over his body as the damp coolness of his skin. "Yeah, this's much better," he said, lifting his head to kiss her neck. His hands rested on her hips, and his thumbs stroked her skin just above the waistband of her loose shorts. His normal body heat was returning quickly, and Carol felt like she was resting against a radiator instead of his chest.

Elsewhere things were warming as well, and Carol felt his stirring erection against her thigh. She planted her hands on either side of his shoulders, lifting herself up, and shifted so her legs splayed over his hips, her knees brushing the outside of his thighs. She rocked down to press herself against him, feeling him rise to meet her. A groan escaped his lips, and she slowly repeated the motion. "Sure you're not too tired for this, Daryl?"

"Hell, no," he rasped, and grasped her hips harder, increasing the pressure between them.

"Good," she said, and swung herself off him to get out of bed.

"What th' fuck? Carol!" Daryl exclaimed, his hands groping for her, fruitlessly.

"I think the phrase is, 'payback's a bitch." She turned and lit the candle on the table so she could see him. She wanted to see him, seeing her, to make him just as crazy as he made her.

"You," Carol said accusingly, "got me all hot and bothered earlier, and left me like that. I could hardly focus on what I was doing the rest of the day." He didn't even bother to try to hide his grin. "I told you not to start something, but you didn't listen, so now you have to pay the price." She took a deep breath, not quite believing she was going to do this. To be so blatantly, sinfully carnal, and make him watch.

She skinned out of her tank top, and heard the sharp intake of his breath as she reached for her breasts and began playing with her nipples. His eyes were riveted on her fingers as she stroked and twisted them into hard peaks. "I could have gotten off all by myself, you know? But I didn't. I wanted to save it all for you." She ran her nails over her lean stomach, making the muscles there ripple in response, and slid her fingers down inside her shorts to touch herself. "I was so soaking wet I had to change my clothes. Does that make you happy?"

He nodded slowly, breathing deeply as he watched her hand moving under the fabric. Carol bit her lip and closed her eyes, lost in her pleasure, gasping as she hit all her favorite spots. She opened her eyes and withdrew her hand, lifting her fingers to her mouth and licking the tips of them. Daryl's eyes were nearly black with lust. "Jesus, Carol, that is so fucking hot."

"You think so?" she smiled, and turned her back on him before hooking her thumbs into the waist of her shorts, bending at the waist to drop them to the floor, wiggling her bare bottom at him.

Daryl choked out a "Fuck!" and reached for her, but she slipped away from him and crossed her hands over herself demurely,. "Think you can finish what you started earlier?" She stepped back toward him and dipped a finger inside herself for a moment before holding it out to his lips.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her in between his knees, then sucked the finger deep into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue swirling over her finger sent a bullet of pleasure between her legs, and her head spun dizzily. Daryl's arm came up around her waist to hold her upright.

"Reach up there and hang onto somethin', darlin'," he growled, and swept one of her legs up onto his shoulder. She seized the edge of the upper bunk as he grabbed her ass with both hands, his mouth descending on her, hungrily, driving his tongue into her. She felt like he would devour her, his lips sucking at the tender bud of nerves, his tongue licking fiercely at her flesh, and she let go of the bunk to grip his hair with one hand, pulling it sharply as he nipped at the inside of her thigh.

"Carol, I can't…" Daryl snarled in frustration and planted his hands on her waist, pulling her away from her grip on the bunk and down to straddle his lap. He bent his head to take her nipple in his mouth, and she reached down between them and took him in her hand, guiding him inside her and widening her thighs so she slipped down over him, so deep her breath stuttered.

"Ah, fuck, Carol!" Daryl groaned, and a thrill shot through Carol at the sound.

"There it is," she whispered in his ear, and he thrust up into her with a grunt, holding her hard against him, his grip keeping her from moving the way her body told her to.

"Open your eyes, Daryl," she breathed, and deliberately clenched her inner muscles around him. His eyes opened wide at the sensation, and she did it again, and again, rhythmically squeezing him and releasing, the rest of her body totally still. She watched as his face went blank, overwhelmed by the feeling of being clasped inside of her. His eyes got glassy, and he bucked up into her a couple of times and buried his face in her shoulder, muffling a harsh cry as he came abruptly. The feeling of him spilling inside took her with him, a wave of pleasure crashing over her, her body stiffening in his hands before both of them bonelessly slumped back onto the bed.

Carol found herself once more draped over Daryl's chest like a blanket, both of them breathing raggedly. She raised her head and looked into his eyes, which stared unseeingly at the bunk above them.

Finally he cleared his throat. "What the fuck was that?" he asked, his voice a little shaky. "I mean… where the fuck did you learn to do… that?"

She rolled off of him and pushed at his legs to make him move up and over on the bed, so she could lie next to him. "Um, I'm not sure. Books? and there are exercises to make… those muscles stronger. Did you like it?"

He shuddered, and turned to wrap his arm over her. "I ain't ever felt anything like that. Do all women know about that, or am I just the luckiest sumbitch ever to live?"

"Mm, I don't know," Carol purred, smug at having surprised and pleased him with her little trick. "I haven't ever tried it before now. Felt pretty good on my end, too."

He pressed his forehead against her temple, his lips close to her ear. "Any other secrets you wanna tell me about, or do I just gotta take my chances you're gonna spring somethin' new on me again sometime?"

She smiled, and turned her head to kiss his nose. "I couldn't really say. You know how I am about learning new things, so you'll just have to be on your toes."

"I guess I can live with that. You always did keep comin' up with ways to surprise me, guess I should have expected this'd be no different. Might make me have to work on my game, too, just to keep up with you, although I don't have the least idea how."

"Oh, I look forward to that, Daryl. You're a creative guy, I'm sure you'll think of something."