"Mmmmm…." Daryl murmured against her lips; he reached up to grasp her by the waist to settle her more firmly in his lap. He quickly took control of the kiss by pressing his mouth more firmly against Carol's, and when she moaned he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth to rub playfully along her own. The kiss grew more and more heated as their tongues played against each other, thrusting in and out relentlessly in search of fulfilment.

Carol arched up against Daryl's strong body, making her chest brush against his upper body and causing little beads of sweat to form against his upper lip. He grasped her hips tightly, not caring whether he left finger marks on her delicate skin from his bruising grip; and forced her down to press against his aching lap.

"Aaahhh…so good…" Carol ripped her mouth away to take in a desperately needed breath, and chuckled under her breath as Daryl blindly followed, seeking her lips again. She rocked against the hardness pressing urgently against her damp core, and wished for nothing more than to feel that hot, burning skin against her own. She hadn't realised that she had spoken aloud until Daryl started panting heavily against her neck in an effort to gain control of the situation before it got completely out of hand.

"Damn woman! You shouldn't say that to a man when he's close ta bustin' out of his pants!" Daryl kept a firm hold on Carol's hips in order to still her urgent movements against his maleness.

"Not bad for a first kiss…" Carol pressed her head into Daryl's shoulder as she fought to control her suddenly raging hormones. They had been dormant for so long that she thought that she had lost her sex drive completely. She chuckled a little at the thought which made Daryl place a finger under her chin to lift it up to his gaze.

"What's set you off? And what was that comment about that bein' our first kiss? From my recollections that's at least our second if not third." He frowned down at her, didn't she remember them at all? Hmmm, maybe this was just a one sided thing from his part….

"Ah, Pookie, I just meant a kiss with you being a willing participant…" Carol pressed another fleeting kiss to his lips followed by another more lingering one. "There, that makes it three full smooches. I laughed because I suddenly realised I hadn't completely lost my libido after all. After years of being with Ed – well sex was something that I put up with but never completely enjoyed. One kiss with you and I thought that I would…well you know what I mean." Carol blushed deeply, not wanting to spoil the moment with crude words or descriptions.

"Cain't you say it? No…? Not even 'got your rocks off' or 'the big O'?" Daryl laughed at the grimace that appeared on Carol's face as he suggested alternatives. "What about if we make something up? Like shoot your bow…or fire your pistol…or landing the big one?"

"Trust me, Pookie – the moment I have one, you'll be the first to know." Carol said drolly as she managed to untangle herself from Daryl and get up to her feet. She started to brush down the seat of her pants as Daryl got up as well and started brushing the dirt away from his own pants. He looked over at her and was amazed that she could look so calm and composed when inside he was a seething mash of emotions.

"I've heard that women reach their sexual maturity between forty and fifty – something to do with hormonal changes or some such crap. Maybe it's just that what you're feeling and has nothing to do with me at all." Daryl stated quietly and backed up against the wall, holding his hands up in defence as Carol whirled around to face him.

"You know that's probably the cruellest thing you've ever said to me; and you've said some pretty crappy things since Atlanta. You really think that I'm some sex crazed widow woman looking for another man to drain dry?" Tears pricked behind Carol's eyes and she blinked furiously determined not to show one more ounce of feeling to somehow who was so obviously not feeling the same as she.

"Aw Carol, honey…please don't cry." Daryl immediately gathered her into his arms and pressed a kiss against her silver flecked hair. "I didn't mean it like that….it's just…." He trailed off, not even knowing the reason himself why he had uttered such a ridiculous statement and ruined the mood completely.

"I know, it's scary isn't it? When you've wanted something for so long…and then to have it right there in front of you for the taking[PH1] …Or it is just me that's wanted it and I've just assumed you felt the same…Oh God! I have, haven't I?" When Daryl hadn't responded, Carol pulled away and pressed a hand against her mouth, mortified beyond belief. "My God! I practically raped you! I can't believe I didn't see this coming….to think that someone like you could ever want someone like me, it's laughable really…." Daryl couldn't stand her raving like a lunatic any longer and pulled her back tight against his body. He grabbed her hand and dragged it down to rest against his aggressively aroused body.

"Does that feel like I'm not interested in ya?" He wrapped her hand around him and arched against her touch, feeling himself expand even further. "I've wanted ya since the day on the Highway when you looked at me as if I were some sorta hero just for agreein' to stay another night with the cars. At first it was just flatterin' the way you saw me as some sorta hero or somethin'. Then I wanted you to look at me for me, not because I was goin' out every day looking for your girl; but because I wanted to become the kinda man that you would want to stick around with. Why did ya think I kept bringin' ya those flowers? I don't do that fer every woman I meet; just the ones that interest me the most."

"Wadda ya say we get outta here and go somewhere a little more private?" Carol gently caressed the impressive bulge in his pants that was pressing urgently against his zipper. Daryl placed his own hand over the top of hers to stop her motion.

"If we do this, we really do this. No half measures. I want it all or nothing at all." Completely serious now, Daryl kept his eyes firmly fixed on Carol's shining gaze. She met his gaze unblinkingly and nodded slowly to agree.

"I want this, and I have done since the beginning. We can't just rush into this though, we need to give it a little thought." She dropped her hand from where it had been resting against his zipper, Daryl may have thought she was menopausal but despite thoughts to the contrary; she was still completely capable of conceiving a child and Glenn was unlikely to want to share his stash of condoms.

"Remember when I yelled at you in Hershel's stables that Sophia wasn't mine – that was only because I was hurtin' so much because it felt like she was mine. I wanted you so much that I already felt like we were a family…I would love to have that with you now."

"Do you realise what you are saying Daryl?" Carol asked, because it sounded pretty much like he was willing to forgo the need for protection and make a baby with her.

"I'm saying that I would like us to be a proper family…and in time, God Willing, give Sophia a baby brother or sister." Daryl waited with bated breath to see how Carol would take the news, after Lori many of the women in camp were reluctant to risk pregnancy and were taking extra precautions to prevent any unwarranted children. Carol placed a hand over her abdomen where Sophia had nestled so securely for nine months; could she take that risk again? The risk that Daryl could end up raising their child alone – she looked over at his serious expression and saw his eyes fall to where her hand rested.

"Sophia always wanted to be a big sister." That one statement rocked Daryl to the very core and he swooped down to capture Carol's lips in a blazing kiss. He backed her up against the wall so that she could feel every hard inch of him pressing against her. He parted her mouth with the insistent press of his tongue and began the rhythmic thrust-retreat-thrust-retreat; echoing the motions with his hips. Daryl's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, trailing down her back to clench her buttock; gently cupping her breast and combing through her silvery hair.

Carol hitched one hip to enable her wrap one leg around Daryl's waist; bringing their centres into perfect alignment. Daryl dropped one hand down to fumble with the fastening at his waist; Carol recognised what he was trying to do and slid her hand down to help him out. The feel of her cool hand against the overheated skin of his waist was almost too much for Daryl to bear and he gripped her hand down into his waistband to it wrap firmly around his arousal.

"Fu…!" Daryl bucked helplessly against her hand, not even needing anything further than her touch to make him explode furiously. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he splattered his sticky offerings all over Carol's hand. As Carol gently pumped his still jerking arousal, he could feel the dampness of his orgasm coating his pants and soaking through to Carol's linen pants. Breathing harshly, Daryl looked down to where Carol was still holding him within his grasp. She looked up at him and slowly ran her tongue over her lips, wondering what he would taste like. She slowly released him from her grasp and used the tail of his shirt to wipe his mess off her hands. He grimaced at the sight and ripped the shirt off and used the balled up material to clean himself off properly.

"Sorry about that…didn't mean to…" Daryl felt embarrassed that he had acted like a teenager at his first shot with a girl. It had been a while, more than a while if you consider that his only sexual fumbling had been with a hooker that Merle had set up for him on his twenty first birthday.

"Shoot your bow?" Carol suggested, remarking back to their earlier conversation. "S'alright, it was nice to know that I had a part in it."

"Oh, that's not the first time you've helped me out – there's been plenty of times where you've had a part in it." Daryl winked suggestively and stood back with his hands on his hips in a classic Daryl pose. There had been times over the last year, since they'd arrived at the prison especially, when Daryl had to disappear for a little 'alone' time with his little friend. Carol had been uppermost in his thoughts on each and every occasion.

"Glad I could help." Carol smirked back at him, loving the sight of his naked chest on display before her. Daryl notice her gaze and flexed his muscles in a classic body builder pose. "Like what you see?"

"Oooh baby yeah…" Carol licked her lips at the way the overhead lights played across the shadows of his chest and lingered over the tattoos inked across his muscles. "I ever tell you that I had a tattoo of my own?"

"That's so frickin' hot!" Daryl ran his eyes over her body, imagination running wild at the thought of where it could be placed. "Where?"

"Your gonna have to get me naked to find out." Carol winked over at him and watched as his eyes turned molten hot at the idea. He stepped forward and ran a hand over her collarbone and into the valley between her breasts.

"I cannot frickin' wait."