A/N: I've never written smut before, so please excuse me if my smut is lame. Ha! Anyway, our two favorite characters are still hiding out together in this little chapter, so enjoy! Please keep the reviews coming!
"Are you ok?" Daryl asked sleepily.
"Perfect," she answered. "Go to sleep." They were both exhausted, and Carol knew that talking was out of the question for many reasons. What would they say?
She watched him sleep for a while, pleased that he actually looked peaceful and content for the first time since she'd known him. Did she do that? It thrilled her to think that she could've given him peace or happiness, even for a moment. She didn't know how things would look in the morning, but for now she was going to revel in this feeling.
Carol woke to the feeling of Daryl's rough, callused hand moving on her breasts. Her nipple tightened under his palm, and she felt his hard cock pressing against her ass. She squirmed against him and parted her legs slightly. He lifted her leg and hooked it back around his body. She gasped when she felt his cock slide into her. What a way to wake up, she thought. She wondered why he was keeping her turned away from him. Did he not want to face her? Then she decided to stop thinking and just enjoy the feeling of him moving inside her. He came very quickly, then pulled her tighter to him. "You didn't. . . did you?" he asked.
"Well, I owed you one."
"Oh, we're keeping score now," he said, laughing a little. "Fuck that."
It felt so good to hear him laugh, to see him smile. Carol knew he hadn't had much joy in his life, if any. Neither had she, for that matter. She'd loved being a mother, but. . . no, she wouldn't think about that now.
"Turn around, woman," he whispered in her ear. "I want to see your face."
"No way. I'm going on a toothpaste hunt first."
He watched as she threw on her shirt and underwear and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later, she called out, "Daryl, oh my god!" He shot out of bed and rushed to her side. "Whoa, whoa, it's ok." She put her hand on his chest to calm him. "No emergency. I was just excited because I hit the jackpot in here. Look at this!" She held up two new toothbrushes, still in their packages, and a tube of toothpaste. "And Daryl, we can actually take showers!"
"You sayin' I'm dirty?" He cocked an eyebrow and pulled her into his arms.
Carol laughed. "We're both filthy and you know it. I haven't felt really clean in months. It'll be a cold shower, but it looks like you could use one." She looked down pointedly at his erection.
They quickly brushed their teeth and turned on the water in the shower. It was ice cold, of course, so they braced themselves. "Maybe we should start a fire and heat up water for baths instead," Carol said.
"Nah. Let's just do this fast."
"Together?"
"Why not? It'll save water."
"I don't know. . ." Carol hesitated.
"What, you're afraid I'll see you naked? That ship has sailed. Come on." He took the hem of her shirt and lifted it quickly over her head, and she felt herself blush. She didn't know why she was suddenly so shy. Maybe it was the bright daylight streaming in the window, or the way he looked so perfect and beautiful, or that little nagging thought in the back of her head that all this would have to end soon and they'd go back to being distant.
"Daryl, what are we doing?" she asked. "Shouldn't we get back to the others?"
"No." He shook his head. "Not yet. I want more time with you." She smiled then, slipped off her underwear, and stepped into the shower with him. The water was ice cold and within seconds they were shivering. Daryl pulled her close to him and started running his hands over her body. Carol pulled away to open the bottle of shower gel she'd found. She squeezed some out into her hands and rubbed it into his chest and shoulders. He closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the feel of her hands on his body, but then he opened them and grabbed her hands. "Wait. If we do this, we'll never get out of this shower and we'll freeze to death. Let's just get it done and get back to bed."
"You don't have to ask me twice," Carol said. Then they quickly washed themselves and got out, grabbing towels from the shelf to wrap around their bodies. They hurried to the bed and crawled under the blankets. Carol was shivering violently and didn't think she would ever warm up. Daryl pulled off their towels and threw them across the room, then wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. His skin already felt warm against hers, so she snuggled as close against him as possible. His breathing turned ragged, and he pulled her completely on top of him, then pulled her face down to his to kiss her. He flipped her over onto her back then and covered her with his body, warming her completely, and moved his mouth to her throat. "You taste so good," he murmured, as his lips and tongue traveled down to her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and tight from the cold. He sucked each one into his mouth as his hand slid between her thighs. He gently slid his fingers inside her, matching the rhythm of his sucking. He groaned as he lowered his head further and positioned himself between her legs.
"Daryl. . ."
"Shh," he said. "Let me taste you."
At the first touch of his tongue, Carol's body jumped. "S-sorry," she stammered. He grasped her hips to hold her still and pressed his mouth against her. She gasped at the intimacy of it. Ed had certainly never done this, and she'd never actually wanted him to. It was nice to fantasize about, but she'd never imagined she would feel Daryl's mouth on her this way. His lips pressed against her as if he was kissing her mouth, and he moaned as his tongue slid up and down her wet slit. It sounded as though he was enjoying this as much as she was. Finally, he pushed his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and she thought she might lose her mind. The tip of his tongue slid up to her clit and pressed there, and a shudder went through her entire body. His hands squeezed her hips to lift her up a bit, to press his face into her even more, and she lost control. Her orgasm racked her body as he kept his mouth on her, his tongue still moving, tasting, lapping.
"Are you warm now?" he asked as he pulled himself up to lie beside her. He found her with her hands over her face. "Carol, don't be embarrassed," he whispered. "That's the most fun I've ever had," he said, laughing a little.
"God, Daryl, really?" She removed her hands and looked at him. "There's no question that it's the most fun I've ever had."
"I'll let you rest for a minute before we even up the score," he said. They both laughed and snuggled against each other again. Carol wondered how long this could possibly last. It felt as though they'd stolen this time together and she thought they would have to pay for it somehow. She tried to put that out of her mind and allow herself to enjoy being in Daryl's arms, but she wondered if she was thinking the same thing.