AN: Here you go! A little chapter for you.
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"Might have ta call in back up…" Daryl protested playfully as Carol nipped at the flesh on his jaw. He wasn't entirely sure she wasn't trying to eat him and he was considering offering to go and get her snack or something to distract her for a few minutes.
He wasn't opposed to sex…not in the slightest, but she'd all but drug him into the bedroom the moment they got home from their class, and now they were two rounds into his foolish promise that she could have whatever she wanted and she was showing no signs of having this itch scratched at all.
Daryl was lying on his back, panting, and Carol was sitting across him, licking and biting his face, neck, shoulders, nipples…anywhere her mouth fell.
Carol chuckled at his protests.
"No," she said, holding his wrists above his head with her hands. Her lips red and swollen from the biting and sucking that had already taken place. "No one else…"
She was panting too, but the woman was bloodthirsty. There probably wasn't a better word for it than that. She wanted something from him and he was starting to doubt he was the man that was going to be able to give it to her.
"Gotta have a break," he said.
Carol smiled at him before bringing her mouth down to his, her tongue searching every inch of his mouth out hungrily. Daryl moaned into her mouth. He was tired…he was pretty sure he was going to be dehydrated by the end of the night…but damn did he love this woman, even if she was bloodthirsty and a little scary at times.
The sheets that had formed a somewhat tangled mess around Daryl were soaked. He could pay more attention to it now that his mind was pretty clear, but Carol wasn't paying attention to anything besides what she was apparently hoping to milk out of him.
Daryl chuckled at her when he could finally get his breath again.
"Tryin' ta kill me, woman!" He declared.
"Mmm mmm," Carol moaned. She was straddling him, sitting on her knees and he dipped his hand down, rubbing at the magic spot. She was so sensitive at the moment that she moaned again, grinding herself into his fingers and eliciting another chuckle from him.
"Hungry?" He asked.
"Starving," she panted, grinding into him more. He knew, and she knew, that neither of them were referring to food at the moment.
"Roll ya ass over," he said, putting his hands on her hips to push her a little and urge her toward moving flat to the mattress. She obeyed and Daryl shifted himself up so that he could bring his mouth to suckle at the button, causing her to buck and her hands to go to his hair.
Daryl lapped, sucked, and nipped at her, stroking her with his fingers while she writhed against him, whining almost pathetically. She cried out when she came again and Daryl could feel himself getting hard, thinking to himself that his little friend was a real trooper…even though he thought he wasn't going to make it, it seemed he was determined to rise to the occasion.
Daryl hovered over Carol and brought his lips to hers. She lifted her head toward him, giving herself over to the kiss. He dipped his head paying attention to her nipples and noticing that though she was ready and willing, the extra size of their daughter made their coming together a little more awkward than it once had been.
Still, they were doing well at working around it and adjusting to the change in angle that it required if he didn't want to feel like he was smashing the little one.
"Ya ready?" Daryl asked, coming up for a moment from Carol's nipples. She moaned and bucked at him and he took that as his response, pushing into her in one thrust and smiling at the noise of appreciation she made as her fingers curled around his arms.
This time Daryl took his time. There wasn't any need to rush as far as he could tell. The feeling of Carol pulsing around him was amazing, and he already knew that she was enjoying all of it just from the tensing and releasing of her muscles…not even to mention the noises she was offering him.
So Daryl let himself control the situation based entirely on what he wanted to get from the coupling and when he finally reached his peak, exhausted beyond belief, he stayed locked with Carol until he couldn't any longer and then kissed her again.
"I'm spent," he panted, shaking his head at her when her eyes opened and focused on him. She was out of breath, panting, her eyes almost glazed and her fingers tight around his upper arms. She nodded slightly, visibly swallowing.
Daryl kissed her again before lying beside her and trying to find his breath.
"Hold ya over?" He asked.
Carol rolled onto her side, facing him, and reached out, tracing her fingertip around his face. When it reached his lips, he kissed it. Carol smiled at him.
"For a little while," she said, her breathing still a little ragged.
Daryl chuckled.
"These sheets is damn near filthy," he said.
Carol laughed at him.
"It was good for me too," she said. "And I'll change the sheets."
"Hell," Daryl growled. "Didn't figure there was no question if it was good or not. They's Christmas cookies in the kitchen. If this shit weren't good then I reckon both of us mighta long been in there bitin' the heads off them fuckin' elves y'all made."
Carol looked at him a minute.
"I forgot about the cookies," she said.
Daryl laughed. He started to roll over and figure out where his clothes had ended up in the frenzy that had brought them to the bedroom in the first place.
"Want milk?" He asked.
Carol giggled.
"What are cookies without milk?" She responded.
Daryl slipped into his boxers in case Andrea had slipped into the house while they were in the bedroom doing unmentionable things.
"I'll be back," he said, heading toward the kitchen.
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Andrea was exhausted when she came out of the Korean restaurant and locked the door behind her. She'd agreed to stay late and lock up since it was, after all, Christmas Eve and the Rhee family…well…they had a family. They had things to get home to and things to do for the holiday. What did Andrea really have?
So she'd figured she might as well stay late and let them duck out. She'd offered to do the cleaning and let everyone else go early too, even taking out the garbage and such so that Michael, the busboy, could leave early.
Andrea dropped the heavy keychain in her purse and groaned a little at the smell wafting around her from the fried food. She hated that smell almost enough to make her consider never eating another fried thing in her life. Working here and at the bar kept her going and kept her pushing Carol with their hair classes. She had to get the fuck out of this waitressing life at some point. She hated to think she'd be an old woman and still pushing shots and smelly foreign food at the same assholes she'd disliked for most of her life.
Andrea turned around and looked out at the empty parking lot for the first time that night. She knew she'd be the only car there. Everyone was probably already downtown for the Christmas Eve celebration. The whole damn place would be abandoned if it wasn't for Main Street..and then later the park with all the lights and decorations that all the old men in town had put the week into hanging.
For a spit second, Andrea's heart jumped at the sight of someone sitting on the hood of her car. Her brain's first response was to spit at her that it was Ed. He'd shown back up just at the very damn moment that she was all the fuck alone…and no one could hear her scream…and her gun was locked in the glove compartment of her car.
As soon as the initial shock was over, though, Andrea realized that it wasn't Ed resting on her car. It was Merle. She hadn't expected at all to see him there.
As she walked toward him, Merle rubbed his hands together and smiled at her in the dim light.
"'Bout damn time, sugah!" Merle called. "Was freezin' my nuts off waitin' on ya…an' what the hell ya thinkin' lettin' ever damn body else go home? Ya fuckin' alone out here, 'cept for me."
Andrea smiled in spite of herself.
The night Merle had come to watch the movie with her…the night of what had been the most mind-blowing sex of her life simply because it had been compiled of all the feelings that she'd never imagined that she would ever have…had been really one of the last times that she'd talked much to Merle. The next morning he'd been a little distant, and she'd taken that as evidence that he hadn't really meant anything that happened that night. He had wanted to have sex with her…that's what he'd gotten…and in the end, he was still the same old Merle.
"What are you doing here?" Andrea asked.
Merle stood up and turned facing her.
"Good ta see ya too, sugah," Merle said.
Andrea pasted on her best frown.
"Don't play with me, Merle. I'm not in the mood. What's going on?" She asked.
Merle chuckled.
"I told ya! I'm fuckin' freezin' an' keepin' watch over ya dumb ass. I been out here damn near an hour and a half waitin' on ya," Merle said.
Andrea's brows creased.
"Why?" She asked. "I'm fine. I can take care of myself, you know…been doing it for a while now."
Merle stepped forward and surprised Andrea by catching her by the back of the head and bringing her face toward him. He kissed her, his tongue darting out to lick at her lips and she opened her mouth, sinking into the kiss.
"Come ta take ya downtown," Merle growled when the kiss broke apart, his breath fogging in the cold air and his hands going around Andrea's waist.
Andrea sighed.
"I'm not going to the stupid parade," Andrea said. She'd actually told everyone she'd meet them there, and she knew that she'd end up having to go or else they were liable to panic if she was absent for the whole night, but Merle didn't have to know that.
Merle scoffed and leaned his head, kissing Andrea's neck and making her shiver worse than the cold was already doing.
"It's Sweet Junction," Merle growled into her ear. "Everybody goes ta the parade."
Andrea chuckled, pushing away from him.
"You're a real home town boy now, huh?" She asked. She started around the car, unlocking the door and getting in before he could reply. She reached across the seats and flicked the lock up on the passenger side door and Merle opened it, getting into the car while she cranked it.
Merle chuckled and blew on his hands.
"Fine…ya don't wanna go ta the fuckin' parade, we ain't gotta go. Ain't pullin' on my dick none," Merle said.
"What are you really doing here?" Andrea asked. "I know you don't give a damn about taking me to the parade."
Merle cleared his throat loudly.
"Figured ya might wanna go," he said. "Daryl an' Carol went an' I told ya boyfriend I was pickin' ya up. Didn't wanna be a damn liar."
Andrea glanced over at him.
"An' I want'cha ta tell ya boyfriend that'cha spoken for," Merle said.
Andrea's eyebrows knit together again. She laughed a little before she could stop herself, suddenly realizing that Merle was serious right now. There wasn't a trace of his bullshit smile anywhere. She shook her head slightly at him.
"I'm spoken for?" She asked, trying to hold back her smile, her eyebrows raising on their own.
Merle nodded.
"What's that even supposed to mean, Merle?" Andrea asked, waving her hands in front of the vent to see if the car was producing any of the heat she'd requested from it and doubting it sincerely.
Merle reached out and caught one of her hands in his. He cleared his throat again, his eyes darting about in some effort to avoid hers.
"Means ya spoken for," Merle said. "An' I don't want'cha givin' Axel the wrong damn ideas. Time ta be upfront with him 'bout that shit."
The humor left Andrea now as she realized that Merle, as best he could, was trying to convey something to her. She didn't want to read too much between the lines, though…this was Merle, after all.
"Axel's my friend," Andrea started.
Merle nodded.
"An' he can be ya friend, darlin', I ain't sayin' he can't…but I ain't talkin' friends with benefits neither," Merle said.
Andrea chuckled and raised her eyebrows.
"You mean like you are?" She asked.
Merle narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"Ain't tryin' ta be ya friend, Andrea," Merle said.
Andrea swallowed. She felt her heart rate increase and she wondered for the moment if he could hear it.
"What are you trying to be?" She urged, hoping she wasn't getting her hopes up for nothing.
Merle leaned toward her and his hand caught her head again, tugging her into him for another kiss like they'd shared outside. Andrea felt her breathing increase to match her heart rate and she tried to tell her body to get ahold of itself. It was embarrassing that she was a grown, and pretty worldly woman, yet Merle seemed to make her body have a mind of its own.
When they pulled apart, Merle cleared his throat again and looked down. He shook his head.
"Not tryin' ta be ya friend," he repeated.
Andrea nodded her head slightly and this time she brought her lips back to his, nipping him slightly before he almost came into her seat, pressing against her with the kiss.
"It's too cold to do this here," Andrea said against his lips as the kiss broke apart.
"Don't wanna do it here, sugah," Merle responded, his voice low and gravelly.
"Did you still want to go to the parade?" Andrea asked.
Merle pushed forward, catching her lips again in a kiss. He grunted.
"What's say we late ta the parade? My place ain't too far from here…we could head on over there for a bit…gotcha somethin' for Christmas too." Merle said.
Andrea chuckled and pulled away from Merle, realizing that they were both breathing heavily…heavily enough to steam the windows in the old Pontiac.
"You got me a Christmas gift?" Andrea asked.
Merle nodded his head and smiled at her.
"What?" She asked. She hadn't gotten him anything. As far as she knew no one was exchanging gifts, though she suspected that Santa Michonne would be giving Daryl and Carol something for the baby, but that was different.
Merle shook his head and chuckled a little.
"Ya don't get it 'til tomorrow mornin'," Merle said. "Gotta wait 'til Santy Clause brings it to ya."
Andrea narrowed her eyes at him. He wrapped his hands around her, pulling her somewhat uncomfortably across the seat and kissed her again. She felt electricity shoot through her body and she knew she would lose this war. When they broke apart she licked her lips and swallowed.
"You're coming over in the morning?" Andrea asked, looking into Merle's eyes.
"Mmm…" Merle responded. "Was thinkin' we might go ta this here parade…go an' see them lights they got…s'posed ta be real pretty…thought'cha might be willin' ta pass the night with me."
Andrea moaned a little when Merle moved and nuzzled her ear, something he had only done that night they'd spent together while Daryl and Carol were gone. He licked her ear and she moaned again.
"We can do whateva ya want…" Merle growled into her ear. She shivered.
Andrea pulled away and swallowed, trying to get control of herself.
"I did tell everyone I'd be downtown," she said, suddenly regretting that decision.
Merle smiled and hummed a little.
"Then we'll go downtown," Merle said. "See the pretty people an' the pretty lights…duck out when we ready ta leave. We got all damn night."
Andrea smiled and nodded at him slightly, fastening her seatbelt. He did the same and reached over, resting an arm around her shoulder as she backed the car out of the parking lot and headed in the direction of town where everyone would be gathering for the festivities.
She didn't know for sure what the night had in store, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't be sorely disappointed by any of it.