Chapter five:

Daryl sat on one of the decaying benches outside the backdoor of his work, a cigarette dangling on his lip as he stared down at his phone. He was thanking the heavens that Connor didn't have the same break time as he did that day, he knew right about now he would be given hell for being so nervous. He took another drag and looked to his other hand, which was holding the piece of paper that had Carols number written on it.

"Hell with it," Daryl groaned as he began dialing the numbers on his phone, once finished he raised it to his ear hesitantly. The ringing made his heart beat faster and faster, he took the cigarette from his mouth and put it out in the ash tray next to him.

"Hello?" He heard Carol say on the other end.

"Um," he paused, "it's Daryl."

"I'm so glad you called, I was beginning to think you weren't going to."

"Well I did," Daryl forced himself to laugh, "so, when you wanna meet up again?" he said as he fidgeted with his lighter in one hand.

"Well tomorrow afternoon Sophia is going to a friends birthday party, my husband is leaving that morning to go on a fishing trip with some of his friends," she paused, "if you wanted to come over then that would be good."

"Yeah," Daryl replied, "that sounds good."

"Great," she said cheerfully, she then recited directions to her house, which was actually just a few blocks away from his own.

"What time should I try and be there at?" Daryl asked.

"How about one thirty?" she replied softly, soon a mans bombing voice could be heard in the distance, over the phone line, Daryl wasn't quite sure what he was saying but it sounded like "Carol! Who the hell are ya talkin' to?!". The voice made Daryl's blood boil, "I gotta go Daryl, bye," she quickly muttered.

"Bye," he could barely reply before the call was ended. He set the phone to the side and hunched over, "what the hell am I getting myself into," he growled to himself.

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He sat in his s-10, parked about a block away from her house, watching the clock as he waited. He could tell she wasn't home yet due to the fact that there wasn't a vehicle parked inside the open garage. He looked to the clock, it read one twenty six, she still had a few minutes yet. He sighed and looked back to the house, it wasn't anything special, a two floor white picket fence house. Defiantly not a house Daryl could see himself living in. he leaned back against the passenger door and propped his legs up on the seat, waiting to spot her van drive up into the drive way. He debated on lighting a cigarette to pass the time, but decided he didn't want to smell like smoke when they were together. Instead, he chewed at his fingernails, yet another habit he still hadn't managed to get rid of. He ripped and peeled at his nail with his teeth until he finally saw Carol driving up the street. He quickly got out of his truck, making sure to lock it before he walked briskly towards the garage.

Carol parked her van quickly and hopped out of it with ease. She walked over to meet Daryl, closing the garage door as she approached him. She smiled up at him as she grabbed his hand and began leading him towards the front door. His face reddened in embarrassment at the way she took charge over him so easily. He saw her looking side to side, scanning the area for possibly onlookers. She grabbed the doorknob and turned it, Daryl could feel her grip on him tighten as they walked inside. Once inside, she looked to him with a smug smile on her face.

"Hello Daryl," she said sweetly, he swallowed hard before gathering enough courage to respond to her.

"Hey," he responded, "So, this is yer house I guess," he said as he looked around, "nice place."

"Thanks," she said with a smile before she slowly wrapped her arms around him, "I'm glad you came," she sighed as she pulled herself against his warm, masculine chest. He smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around her as well. She looked up at him, lust overcoming her and Daryl could see it clearly in her eyes. She kissed him roughly, catching him off guard. Their hands were all over each other within seconds, Carols breath hot on Daryl's neck as he kissed her softly down her neck. Clothes were quickly tossed aside and onto the floor, their bodies soon became connected. A sheen of sweat covered their bodies and harsh breathing was all that could be heard. First it was the couch, their jagged movements making the springs squeak in protest. Next was the counter, her back pressed against the cool granite as Daryl thrusted into her. The stairs were more of a challenge, they stumbled over each other a couple of times in their urgency to get to the top and to stay connected. But soon they made it to the guest bedroom. Daryl laid her gently on the bed, stopping to stroke her cheek lovingly before hopping on the bed himself. He positioned himself in her core once again and she resumed her loud moans. He grasped the headboard as he began thrusting into her, the headboard made slow, cracking sounds under the stress it was under from Daryl's push and pull movements.

"Oh god Carol, yer fuckin' beautiful," Daryl groaned between his jerky hip movements. He looked down at her through half closed eyes, her mouth agape, letting out uncontrolled moans pass her lips. One of his hands traveled up her stomach and grasped one of her exposed breasts, he kneaded it slowly and tenderly.

"I'm so close," she moaned, Daryl nodded and continued with his movements, hoping she wouldn't loose her orgasm. A few more thrusts and she came, her body heaving and laying limp, he continued though at a slowed pace, feeling his own orgasm coming near.

"jus' a few more seconds," he hardly managed to say before he came long and hard into her. He collapsed at her side, feeling moisture all around him. He lazily looked to Carol, who was rolling on her side to press herself against his heaving chest.

"We just fucked," Daryl managed to say in a husky voice, Carol nodded her head against his chest, "that's not good," she backed away from him, giving a questionable look.

"What do you mean it's not good? Didn't you like it?"

"Well of course I liked it, hell, I loved it," he sighed and wrapped a lazy arm around her, "but it doesn't change the fact that yer a married woman an' all," he looked down at her with a look of sadness and a bit of confusion.

"It's not hurting anyone Daryl," she pleaded, "please, it's fine, I promise," she grabbed his arm urgently.

"I don't wanna just be yer' fuck buddy Carol."

"You aren't, I promise," she burrowed her head into his scarred chest, "please don't leave me, I'll find the courage to leave him, I promise."

"Alright," he huffed as he began rubbing her back tenderly. After about half an hour of cuddling and half sleeping, they managed to gather their clothes and become decent. They said their goodbyes and Daryl promised to call her to next day to ask about their next get together. Carol smiled and waved as Daryl drove away in his truck.