The sun was shining, the sky was blue and a slight breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees, but most of all, Carol could hear the low rumble of Daryl's motorcycle and the putter of the engine in Aaron's car as they rolled up to the gates of Alexandria.
She tugged on her flowered sweater, anxious to break conversation with the small group of people she'd been talking with so she could run to the wall to meet him.
She smiled gratefully at Sasha, who was gesturing wildly for her to come over and politely excused herself. She watched as Eric moved to unlock the gate and flung himself into Aaron's arms almost sooner than he'd gotten out of the car.
Her eyes misted wistfully as she watched the reunion, knowing full well it would be better for her to wait for Daryl to come to her rather than run right up to him in front of all these prying eyes.
He parked the bike and walked over to her with an easy stride, nodding to Aaron to let him know that he was off before wrapping a loose arm casually around her shoulders.
"Need yer help wit somethin'," he whispered gruffly in her ear, leaning in close.
"Okay," she whispered back.
"What is it?" She asked once they were standing on their porch.
"Ya still got your own private first aid stash? Scraped my damn shoulder when I was out there."
"Oh, well you should go to the infirmary and see if Olivia or Denise have anything…" she trailed off when she saw the look he gave her. "Yeah," she said, nodding inside. "In my bedroom."
He followed her through the side door. "Woulda taken care'a it myself, but I can't reach," He muttered.
She waved him off, motioning for him to sit on the bed as she rummaged around in the closet for the box she kept hidden. "You should probably take off your shirt," she said, hoping her voice sounded steady.
She whirled around in time to see him lift it off his head and toss it on the chair next to her bed without a further thought.
He gestured behind his shoulder to show her where the infliction was.
"Let me see," she said gently, scooting behind him on the bed. "Doesn't seem too bad," she added, dabbing at it lightly with a swab of alcohol.
She meticulously cut a swatch of gauze and taped it neatly over the wound. "There," she said, running a finger over the tape. She bent her head down and placed a soft lingering kiss over it. "All better," she whispered.
"Mmmhmmm," he said, leaning back into her lap.
She moved to settle with him in her arms, smiling down at him and gently brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Missed ya," he said.
"Me too," she replied, lightly running her fingers over his chest.
"Don't seem fair," He grumbled after awhile.
"What doesn't?" She asked with a slight frown.
He shrugged, smiled lazily. "I'm half naked here, an' your fully dressed."
"Ohhhh," she said, nodding with a mischeiveous smile on her face. "I guess we should probably fix that." She made a move to grab his shirt and vest from the chair, but he pulled at her arms, tugging her off balance.
He caught her in his arms as she landed on top of him with a giggle. "Not what I meant," he said, lifting the hem of her sweater. "Okay?"
She nodded wordlessly, her heart starting to beat faster as he continued to lift her shirt, leaning up to place a series of kisses on her stomach and ribs.
She pulled her top off and let it drop, then reached up to lower the straps at her shoulders.
He moved his hands around her back to fumble with her bra clasp until it clicked open and the garment slid down her arms. He pushed it out of the way as she shakily leaned over him, grasping at her waist to steady her.
Their kisses started out slow and sweet at first, then grew more needy. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, moaning softly against him as his rough hands groped at her breasts.
"Daryl," she breathed, moving her mouth down his neck and grasping at his hair.
He trailed his hands up and down her back in soft caresses as they kissed, then around her front and her abdominal muscles jumped at the ticklish sensation of his hands on her belly. He slid is hands back up to her breasts and pulled back slightly to watch her face as she enjoyed what he was doing to her nipples with his fingers.
She moaned softly, pressing herself against him and he moved his hands to her waist to help her straddle his hips.
"This alright?" He asked, pushing his erection between her thighs as she ground down on him.
"Yesssss," she groaned, rocking her hips to match his movements.
He was trying hard not to stare, but the sight of her tits bouncing a little as they moved against each other made his dick twitch in his pants.
Her face flushed when she caught his attention and he pulled her closer, chest to chest, and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.
She lowered her hand between them to unzip his pants. "Let me feel you?"
He nodded, reaching out to loosen her jeans. "Only if I can feel ya too."
"Okay," she whispered, pushing his pants and underwear down and wrapping her hand around his dick.
"Jesus," he hissed as she thumbed his already moistened tip. "You wet too?"
She nodded, her blue eyes wide as she gazed at him.
He used both hands to tug her pants down her hips and she lifted up for him so he could pull them off. He could smell her arousal and he cursed inwardly, slipping a hand between her legs.
She shivered as he rubbed her wet sex, cried out as he slid two fingers easily inside.
"Good?" He asked huskily, slowly pushing in and out.
"Huuuuughhh," she moaned, grinding herself against his hand. "God, yes."
"Good," he said, wishing he could remember from the other day what she really seemed to like.
"Th-that's a…. really good angle," she breathed, pushing her face into his neck.
The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. "Can I make ya come like this?"
"Mmmmm," she groaned, eyes closed as she tightened her fist around his dick.
He increased his pace, trying not to get too distracted by her getting handsy with his balls as he fucked her with his hand.
"D-Darylllll," she moaned, her muscles tightening around him.
He wasn't too sure what he was doing, but somehow it was right because the next thing he knew, she was shaking and crying out as she came hard.
"God…" she whispered, panting slightly as she tried to catch her breath.
"What you want?" He whispered, lips pressed against her ear as his arms went around her, pulling her close against him.
"You." She shook her head. "I just want you."
She licked her lips, swallowed hard as she balanced herself on one arm so she could thread the fingers of her other hand through his hair.
He reached up to lightly caress her face with his thumb, his other fingers lifting her chin up. "Ya gotta say it," he whispered.
"I need you," she whispered back, her lips trembling slightly. "Inside me."