It was dark, and they walked arm in arm through the deserted street. They could still hear the ramblings from the party even after they reached their own porch, and Carol couldn't help wondering if they'd attracted an additional buildup on the walls.
"Ya know, Aaron's gonna give me shit for makin him an' Eric go ta that party," He said lightly, leaning against the railing.
"Hmmm," she murmured, craning her neck so she could see the stars beyond the tops of the trees. "They sure seemed like they were having a good time to me."
"How bout you?" He asked after awhile. "You have a good time tonight?"
She turned her eyes to him without moving her head. "It got better towards the end," she said softly, offering him a sweet smile.
He ducked his head, and she could see the tips of his ears growing pink even in the dark. "Woulda been better wit more alcohol," he muttered quietly.
She chuckled at that, reaching into her coat and pulling out a bottle of wine.
"That's my girl," he said, grinning as he popped the cork and took a long sip. He handed it back to her, watching her intently as she drank greedily.
"Can I ask you somethin?" She asked thoughtfully, wiping at the corner of her mouth with her fingers.
He nodded, and she leaned over the railing next to him. "Last week on the street, and just now at the party… did you want George to think we were together?"
He tensed visibly and took another long drink from the bottle. "I dunno," he said after awhile. "It matter what that prick thinks?"
"Hey, what's it like, out there?" She asked quickly to change the subject.
He shrugged, setting the bottle down in between them.
"Is it worse?" She asked quietly, her eyes trained on him to gauge his response.
"Naw," He answered, leaning back to meet her gaze. "It's tha same."
"Oh," she said with a nod, placing a hand on his arm the way he'd seen her do with George, only this time her gaze was warm and tender. "Good. Means you're not getting soft."
"Hay," he said, mirroring her gesture and covering her other arm with his hand. "Neither are you."
She was quiet for a moment, pulling her jacket tighter around herself as they watched some stragglers from the party stumble home in the street. "It's getting cold. We should get inside," she said softly.
He nodded, placing a hand on the small of her back and gently ushering her in through the side door.
"Everyone else'll be gettin in soon. Wanna get settled in for tha night?"
"Yeah," she said, pushing the door to her bedroom open.
"Goodnight," he said, leaning down and placing a soft, lingering kiss on her cheek.
She turned her blue eyes up to him, placing her hands on either side of his face and pulling him back.
His breath was warm on her face, and he smelled like the perfect mix of wine and cigarettes with a hint of toothpaste and she realized that he'd probably brushed his teeth right before he came to find her.
The realization made her smile right before his lips touched hers.
He kissed her, long and slow, right on the mouth, his hand sliding into her hair and tugging softly on her curls.
"Mmmm," he murmured when he reluctantly pulled away. "We need ta talk about this?"
She shook her head. "No," she whispered. "I don't want to talk."
"Alright," he said, a little gruffly, tracing the light freckles that spattered her cheek with his knuckles as he nudged the door shut behind them.
She kissed him back hungrily, shrugging out of her coat and tossing it on the floor as she let him pull her closer to his body.
"I like this," he said, tugging at the hem of her white sweater at her back and taking a moment to appreciate how snugly it fit over her curves.
She blushed slightly, wondering if she could pass it off as the wine. "You mean I don't look ridiculous?" She asked, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.
"Hell no," he said, moving in for another kiss.
He pushed his tongue sloppily into her mouth, eager for more. She moved her hands to his jaw, tilting his head back and sucking lightly at his lip to guide his pace.
She sighed softly when he moved his hands over her ass as they kissed, pressing herself against his body and he growled, shifting their positions and laying her down gently on the bed.
He ran his fingers over the strip of bare skin between the hem of her sweater and the waistband of her pants, pausing to look at her face.
She nodded slowly, her gaze locked on his and he pushed his hands higher under her shirt. "C'mere sweetheart," he murmured, pulling her closer to him and reaching behind her.
His big fingers fumbled clumsily with the clasp on her bra and she was about to reach around to help when he finally managed to get it undone, running one hand over her chest while the other tugged her shirt up.
She raised her arms above her head and he eagerly pulled her top off, his fingers gently sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulders and exposing her breasts to him.
"Now you," she whispered, reaching out to undo the buttons on his shirt.
His breath caught in his throat, but he moved his hands under hers, helping her loosen the garment.
She moved her hands over his muscular arms, reaching to smooth her palms over the uneven skin on his back and he whimpered softly as he felt her press her breasts to his chest.
He lowered his head to kiss down her neck, nipping lightly at her throat and collar bones before moving his mouth lower still, kissing all over her breasts.
She moaned softly, eyes closing as he licked her nipples, which hardened instantly under his hot tongue.
"Like that, baby?" he murmured, moving his hand over one breast while his mouth devoured the other.
She nodded, letting out another soft sound.
"Good," he whispered, ducking his head back down.
She felt a growing tingle low in her belly as he sucked on her nipples and she knew she was getting wet.
She moved her hips at the same time he raised his head and moved to straighten up and he clumsily fell against her, right between her legs.
She gasped loudly when she felt him hard and his gaze locked on hers, a slightly panicked expression on his face.
"Oh," she whispered, moving her hips again and he involuntarily ground down against her.
"S-sorry," he said, his face a bright red. "It's alright. I'm stoppin."
She placed her hands on his hips to steady him. "What if I don't want you to stop?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Shit," he groaned, reaching down to pop the button on her pants, his breath coming in fast pants. "I've never… never done this before."
"What?" She asked incredulously, suddenly feeling a little panicked herself. "You mean you've never had sex?"
"Huh, no, I mean, I've fucked dumb bitches," he said, realizing from the look on her face that he should've chosen his words a little more carefully. "B-but, makin a woman I care about feel real good? That's new."
"Oh," she said again.
"Help me," he pleaded, tugging down the zipper on her pants as she raised her hips to shimmy out of them. "I don't wanna hurt ya."
He put his hand between her legs, cursing loudly when he felt her soaked through her underwear.
"You won't hurt me," she whispered, suddenly feeling lightheaded as he slipped his hand beneath the damp material.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "I guess not. You just cream your panties cause'a me?"
She nodded, moaning deeply as he moved his hand through her slick.
"Daaaamn," he nearly whined as he slid a finger easily inside. "You're so fuckin wet. And tight," he moaned, adding another finger in her.
She whimpered softly as he pushed in deep.
"And soft," he whispered, tracing her ear with his tongue as he pulled back slowly before pushing back in. "You okay?"
"God, yes," she breathed, spreading her legs wider for him as he began to finger her with a steady rhythm.
He listened to the soft squishing sounds as he moved his fingers in and out of her. She was moaning, her cries getting louder every time he pushed into her and he could swear he felt her get even wetter as he fucked her with his fingers.
"Oh, God," she cried, moving her hips slowly against him.
He moved his thumb around as he fingered her, heard her sharp intake of breath and knew he'd found her clit. "Tell me what ta do," he whispered, putting pressure on it.
"Ci-circles," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He felt her muscles tighten. "Am I doin it right?"
"Oh yes, yes," she cried, her moans getting higher in pitch as he rubbed her. "Don't stop."
"Ain't gonna stop," he murmured, his dick aching as he moved his fingers in and out, faster and faster to match her groans.
He moved his hips against her, pushing his erection into her and she bucked back and it was good, so good with her all juicy for him and crying out his name as he pleasured her sex and he knew he was losing control as he drove his fingers harder and faster into her.
He thought he felt her start to flutter and then she cried out, "Oh, God, please, Daryl! You're going to make me come!"
She could feel how hard his dick was, even through his pants as he rubbed up against her and she felt a thrill rush through her body and another gush of wetness right before her muscles clenched around his fingers. "Oh, Daryl!" she squealed as her orgasm ripped through her and he cursed loudly.
"Fuck, Carol!"
She felt him thrust sharply into her thigh and felt something damp against her skin and it took her a moment to realize that he'd come in his pants.