Just a reminder Haitus80 I was "super Sirius" when I wrote that last chapter but your review made me laugh and I decided to update. :D

Carol knew she was panting but couldn't stop it. Every since she seen him at the garage she'd felt this small thrill. Like this was someone she was meant to know. She didn't believe in love at first sight but she knew that you could see someone and know immediately that they would be important to you. With Daryl it was the second he'd met her eyes and before that it was like a faint buzzing in the back of her mind. Maybe that was why she couldn't take her eyes off him, desperate for him to look up or over.

She wanted to ask him if he'd experienced the same thing. There was dozens of things she wanted to ask to be honest. She indulged it some tonight while she'd been eating with him. He'd told her a little but she knew that there was a wealth to this man that was more than mere money.

Carol cleared her throat and met his eyes. "Well this is embarrassing."

He chuckled and she could have sworn she felt it against her over sensitized skin. He hadn't even touched her and she was acting like a weirdo. Daryl caught the edge of the blanket and looked at her again making sure she was okay with what he was about to do. Carol nodded and smiled watching his face redden. He tugged and she was jostled to the side and rolled. He pulled again and Carol was sent rolling clear across the bed. If she'd been able she would have caught herself on the edge but her arms were pinned still.

The edge of the bed came and went. Daryl made a noise in the back of his throat when she got to near the edge but it was too late. He lunged to catch her but only managed to catch the one arm that came free before she went over. It saved her head from hitting the floor but the rest of her spilled out in all her naked glory.

You either laughed or cried. She wasn't much for crying so she started laughing. Daryl buried his face in the bedding- his own laughter deep and rich. Carol tugged her arm free and stood not thinking about her state of dress, the very thing that got them in this mess. Instead she looked down at the man on the bed she was meant to be sleeping in and felt a flash of heat hit her directly in her core and she had to cover her mouth to keep from moaning out loud.

Daryl pushed himself up and turned. His back was to her and to his credit he didn't glance at her. Instead he scooted to the edge of the bed getting ready to leave. Carol looked at the door and then back at him. Thunder clapped again and she shrieked lunging onto the bed. Her body slapped into his as her shriek echoed around them.

Daryl stiffened and Carol was made aware that her bare chest was pressed into his back. She didn't move like she knew she should. Instead she leaned down and laid her head on his shoulder. Instead of being scared of storms, of a stranger, or what was happening she felt at peace.

"Carol?"

"Stay."

She kissed his shoulder while shifting around to his side and swinging her leg over his lap. Carol caught his jaw the second she was in front of him and kissed him like she'd wanted to since meeting him. His hands tangled in her hair and his mouth moved with hers like a familiar lover. Carol pressed closer to him which knocked him backwards. Following him down to the bed Carol hovered a second over him.

Both of them breathing heavy with only the faint glow of the coal oil lamp and lightning to see by. Carol traced his sternum feeling a raised scar she'd seen earlier. He just watched her. His eyes skimming over her own body before coming back to her eyes.

"You feel that too?"

His eyes searched her and then he nodded. It was all she needed to hear before she was kissing him again. His hands roamed her body making her whimper when his hands molded to her breast. Carol pressed closer to him and started rocking her hips desperate for friction. She'd never been like this with a man before. Never once so desperate for his touch that it was a physical ache.

He rolled them suddenly and leaned back. Carol arched her hips and he caught the waistband of her panties tugging them down her thighs. There wasn't her usual shyness that'd almost always crippled her with a partner. Instead she felt needy and let her legs fall open without worry. He groaned low in his throat his hands sliding up her legs and over her thighs. When they got to the apex of her thighs there wasn't any shyness to him either as he explored her.

He leaned down suddenly and his tongue swiped over her. Carol cried out and he repeated his actions. Her hand was buried in his hair tugging him closer to her and rocking herself against his face. He looked up meeting her eyes and she was lost. Swept away on the tides of her orgasm with the thunder and lightning the only thing she could hear over the roar of blood in her ears.

When she finally collapsed back on the bed he was already crawling up her body. Carol was quickly working his shorts off and causing him to laugh. She kissed him and just smiled up at him. When she had his shorts off she swallowed at the size of him. Carol tentatively wrapped her hand around him and stroked down his length. Men never let her do this before. To just take things at her pace and explore. Daryl seemed content to let her do what she wanted.

His lips were scorching a path along her throat and across her collar bones. When his lips wrapped around her nipple she arched her back and tightened her grip around him. He groaned against her. Carol tugged him up to her face. Carol widened her legs to make room for him and guided him to her entrance. When he sunk into her she breathed in deeply. Daryl dropped to his elbows to keep his weight off her but his forehead pressed into hers. His eyes were dilated and wide locked with her own. Everything she was feeling was there in his eyes shining down at her.

When they started to move it was in sync and Carol felt heat wrap around her immediately. She clung to him and met each of his thrust with her own. Kissing him everywhere she could reach. She was sure she was bruising him but he didn't seem to mind, the opposite in fact. When he turned his head catching her mouth she smiled against his own. He tasted like mint and home.

Carol felt heat coiling low in her stomach and moaned low in her throat. The sound echoed back at her from him and his hand slid between them. His thumb slid against her clit while the rest of his hand pressed down on her stomach. Carol's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her orgasm tore through her unexpectedly. He kept it up for a minute before she felt him right there with her. He jerked back and she watched as his hand moved in quick motions over himself and he finished.

She was surprised by the fact that she'd not thought of a condom. Usually she was downright threatening when it came to it. No man touched her without using one. It didn't matter that she was on the pill. It just hadn't felt like what she wanted to do. With him it hadn't even entered into her thoughts. He was panting though on his knees and looking down at her. Carol smiled up at him and then looked him over.

"I think..." he panted smiling at her, "we should sleep in my bed now." He pointedly looked down at the sheets.