Well this was meant to be a one shot but dear Haitus80 so kindly asked for a second chapter of this. Who am I to refuse her? I hope you like this and it was what you wanted after our talk. :D This is in the same day and picks up just a few short hours later. Enjoy.
The sky was brilliant shades painting the day away as the sun set and she smiled slipping down the path and to the hidden away little swimming area Maggie had mentioned earlier. She just needed a few minutes alone to get herself together before Daryl made an appearance back at camp. He'd been gone since taking the apple from her and part of her was glad but the other part...the part of her that she didn't know was there till him...well it wanted him there. It wanted him everywhere like he'd been in his tent earlier but she wanted to be there.
When her name had left his lips in a husky drawling breath she should have went straight to him. She had felt like he was calling her and her body had responded shamelessly to his pleas. Now, now she was left wanting more but unsure how to approach the man for what she wanted. These feeling weren't new for her when it came to Daryl, no they were just getting more intense and demanding.
This all started when he had first came to camp with his loud brother who had garnered all their attention. But unlike all of them she wasn't looking to Merle Dixon and couldn't honestly remember much of the man. She had a feeling Daryl spent a lot of his life in the shadow of his older brother but at that moment he'd never been more prominent. He was awkward, angry, and rude but there was something in every moment that let you know that there was more to the man and she had wanted within seconds to start digging to find the man hidden beneath the scowling angry glare.
Looking around as she walked down the dock Carol smiled when she was finally on her own for a bit. The group had settled in for the night and she had slinked away down here after hearing Maggie talk about it earlier. The white flowers dotting the shore of the water just made the clear crystalline reflection of the water that much more beautiful. Kicking her boots off Carol took in a breath and smiled to herself as she pushed her jeans down her hips and let them puddled at her feet. She was alone and the water looked to inviting to not get in so her shirt fell away just as the rest of her clothes did. Not wasting any time she slipped into the water and gasped as the cool water washed over her bare body.
This was what she needed after today and everything that happened. Maybe this would be able to cool her down in more than one way, maybe this could take away the ache that was building in her. She was fooling herself though and she knew it. Especially after seeing Daryl in his tent earlier in the day and hearing her name leaving his name on a husky drawling breath. Watching him fall apart with her in mind had her thoughts churning and her heart beating faster than normal.
Paddling out and rolling over on to her back in the water she smiled watching as the sky darkened further. Her thoughts were following the darkening skies as she thought more and more of the show she had seen. Show. It was clear Daryl had known she had seen and he didn't seem a bit ashamed about it. No he'd looked right at her his body still flushed and the look he gave her had her sweating even now.
Daryl batted away the underbrush as he came through it and huffed out a breath as his shirt clung to him. Today had been hotter than the last and Daryl looked to the sky gauging the time and blew out a breath relieved everyone would be in bed. His fingers worked quick against his buttons opening them and he groaned lowly when the cool night air hit his damp skin. He didn't mind walking through camp with his shirt hanging open like this so long as he knew everyone was already in bed or not around, then he wouldn't have to see the looks or the questions.
Stepping through the brush Daryl stopped in his tracks his eyes trying to decide if the heat had messed with him or if he was really seeing what he was. Carol was on the dock her entire body bare and wet, dripping on the dock. Her head was hanging back as her breast heaved but this that wasn't what had him looking at her like a starved man. It was her hand buried between her thighs that were hanging open giving him a view of her. Her hand was working wonders and he felt his mouth go dry as he licked his lips watching her.
Before he gave it much thought he was walking towards her and started hearing her breathy sighs and moans the closer he got. Eyes sweeping the area and seeing no one around and no danger he shrugged his crossbow from his shoulders. A dull thudding sound was all that was made as it left his body but it was enough that her eyes were open and on him.
Blood rushing south he watched the blush burn across her face and down her throat as his eyes followed it. This woman had haunted his dreams for weeks now and he was pretty sure that he should have turned and walked away when he seen her but he couldn't, he wouldn't. Licking his lips and still tasting the apple from earlier his eyes dropped lower and her nipples pebbled under his heated look and he watched the movement of her breast as her chest heaved.
She stuttered over some words clearly embarrassed and covered her chest and started to move her hand suddenly remembering what she had done. Daryl groaned and shook his head, "Don't stop." His voice was rough and her lips parted and eyes wide. "Fuck Carol keep going."
Despite the situation Carol listened to him and he watched as her legs fell back open and her fingers tentatively circled herself. He started walking again needing to be closer to her and needing her in general. The closer he got the more frantic her fingers seemed and the noises coming from her throat. Hitting his knees on the wood of the dock right next to her Daryl growled and leaned in running his nose up her throat to her ear. Carol turned his head giving him more room and he took it all and the invitation.
He grunted when he felt her hand on his bare chest sliding over his sweat slicked chest but he held still and somehow managed to fight flinching. Carol turned her head meeting his eyes as her noises became frustrated and her eyes were pleading with him. He knew she had seen his reaction but she didn't call attention to it and let him slide without making him feel worse about his scarred life. She made him feel right when this was wrong of him to come up on her like this but her mouth claiming his suddenly had him lost for words. Carol's hand grasping at him held on to his ribs as she let herself down laying back on the dock and pulled him with her.
"You taste like apples." Carol spoke soft and breathlessly blushing.
Carol moaned as his hand slid across her stomach and started moving down her thighs without warning while the other teased her breast. Pushing her own hand from herself he growled as the smell of her arousal came to him and he closed his eyes breaking the kiss. Carol was panting looking up at him her face flushed and lips bruised from him. Moving his fingers lower and over her mound and down further gathering her arousal and teasing her. Carol's body arched into his her breast brushing against his chest with each of her panted breaths as his name slipped free from her mouth was a like a piece of his soul he never knew he was missing.
Not able to tear his eyes from her she rocked her hips into his hands and he growled. "You been like this all day?"Carol nodded at him, "Why?"
"You." Was the only word she got out before her breathing picked up. It was all he needed before his cock straining against the denim of his jeans started becoming painful.
Carol gripped his wrist and pushed his hand more into her. With her prompting his thumb started circling her bundle of nerves as he slipped a finger into her. Swearing under his breath at how wet and tight she was he felt all the blood he'd had left rushing south to his groin. Breathing hard as Carol moved herself against his hand and her mouth moved along his throat he forced himself to breathe normal. She was trying to kill him.
Carol's entire body bowed when he stroked her in a come hither motion and he smiled repeating his actions. Carol's body started to shake below him and her moans were getting louder. Lifting his eyes from her briefly he looked around before leaning back down and kissing her quiet. Her mouth was hot and her tongue slid along his bottom lip as she demanded access to him. Daryl let her lead still unsure what he was even doing over here and still waiting for her to slap him.
Those thoughts left quickly when he felt his belt fall loose and then his jeans. She was quick. Ripping his mouth from hers when she had his pants already around his hips he looked at her wide-eyed. Carol was breathing heavy her eyes following her hand as she explored him without a care or permission. Pressing his thumb into her more Carol moaned and met his eyes.
"Wha what are you doing Carol?" He panted.
Carol smiled softly at him and ran her hand down his length as he started leaking. He was already close just from seeing her the way she was. It wasn't going to take much to have him coming undone right there. This woman had kept him hard constantly and her hands on him was almost too much as her other hand openly explored the rest of him.
Carol started stroking him in time with his fingers. Daryl took his que from her and started exploring her just like she was him and he felt her body tightening around him. Growling seconds before she fell apart below him. Seeing the pleasure across her face and the flush was all he needed to be cumming hard right there with her. Daryl's head dropped to her chest as they both breathed heavily. Carol's hand was sliding through his sweaty hair and he grimaced at the gritty feeling of it.
Nerves started washing over him as he realized now what he'd done. What they'd done. He'd caught Carol masturbating and called on his inner Merle walking right up to her like he knew what the fuck he was doing. He smirked though when he realized he had to know something otherwise she wouldn't be like she was now. If Merle was here he'd give him some shit about doing the Dixon name proud. Bastard. Daryl snorted and Carol pushed on his shoulder.
Daryl moved away from her jerking his jeans up his body his face heating up. Carol raised a brow and shook her head at him a smile on her lips but her eyes dark. The wind blew again and pushed his shirt more open and Carol smiled setting up and shoving it from his shoulders startling him. She didn't ask before she had it off him. He was too stunned to do anything so she had stripped him half way quickly.
"The water feels good." Carol blushed and stood slipping back into the water.
Daryl's eyes followed her and he swallowed trying to think of something to say but all normal thought was gone. Carol's face was barely visible with the way she had submerged herself in the water. The moon was shining behind her making her pop against the now dark water and she looked like a siren there just for him. He wasn't sure what was going on but he'd take it. He'd take this and hopefully he wasn't making a mistake or she wouldn't realize he was one. Daryl stood and started on his belt again. He was walking down the dock the wind picking up around them. It was going to rain soon and the thought was refreshing for him, a clean new start maybe.. That night Daryl lost himself to milky white skin, pale blue eyes, and the sweetest mouth he'd ever seen.