The second the words were out of his mouth Carol could tell he wanted to take them back. She could tell that he thought he'd done the wrong thing and was terrified of her reaction. Her initial reaction was shock, but that was quickly swept away by a feeling of agreement, but more so a certainty. "I don't think I love you..." she said gently. Instantly he turned away but she put a hand on the side of his face and brought Daryl's eyes back to hers. "I know," she finished.
After the incredible day they had shared and all the faith and trust he'd put into her in the very short time they'd known each other Carol was certain she'd fallen in love with him. Their situation was terribly complicated, but this was one time she would gladly give complicated a try.
Daryl looked confused so she smiled at him. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you," Carol repeated again. And finally it clicked. Daryl covered her mouth with his and kissed her passionately. It wasn't the same sort of lusty kiss from before. It was sweet, tender and absolutely genuine.
They barely spoke in the next few minutes because there was nothing more important to say than what they had just shared. They fell asleep in each other's arms and sometime in the early hours of the morning Carol wanted him again. Lazily she moved her hand down over his stomach and started to gently play with his cock and massage his balls. Daryl groaned and stretched out, rolling flat onto his back. He was already getting stiff and it didn't take long at all before he was completely hard.
Carol climbed on him and Daryl's eyes fluttered open. She took him deep inside with a satisfied sigh. Daryl watched her, curiously, and Carol had a feeling he'd never been dominated before. His past encounters were likely all about him fulfilling a primal urge and this time it was very different. He was the one taking the satisfaction, while someone else gave it, while at the same time satisfying themselves. The role reversal seemed to leave him rather mystified and unsure what to do. "Just enjoy it," she whispered, starting to move. God it felt good to ride him, nice and slow, while seeing the pleasure she was causing him written all over his beautiful face.
Even slow and lazy it didn't take long, for either of them. Carol slipped off and tucked herself back in beside him , curling up with her head on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding and she smiled. It was comforting because she knew it was pounding for her. They slept for a couple more hours before finally getting out of bed to get showered. She let him shower first and made breakfast while he finished up, fighting the desire to just turn off the eggs and go join him.
They had a leisurely, quiet breakfast. They didn't talk much, but they didn't have to. It was one thing Carol loved about Daryl. He was quiet and shy, yet he never made her feel like she needed to make conversation. It was something she mentally took note of every time they were together because it was so rare and special to find that with someone. Men she had been with in the past were either extremely chatty or they made her feel like she needed to guide the conversation and keep it going to avoid the awkward.
When they were finished eating Daryl helped her clear the table. "Go shower, I'll do the dishes," he offered.
Carol smiled. "Wow, you might be a keeper," she teased, placing a kiss on one of his pink cheeks before she left to get cleaned up.
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Daryl couldn't believe how much had happened in just over a day. He admitted his feelings and Carol had said she loved him too. Daryl finally knew what it felt like to love a woman and to truly be loved in return. It seemed impossible to feel so strongly about someone you'd only known for a short time but he had shared such intimate secrets with her. She was his first for a lot of things and it all happened in a matter of days. Even the sex felt like a first because it had never been like that before. He'd never had sex with emotions involved. And he had certainly never craved a woman like he craved Carol. It wasn't just lust or him being a typical horny guy. It felt like a physical need, like air to breathe or food to eat.
He was lost in a fantasy of what he'd like to do with her in the shower when he heard a voice from behind him. "Hey," she said, getting his attention. Daryl turned and saw her wrapped in a towel. He was already getting stiff from his little daydream so when she dropped the towel he was completely hard in a matter of seconds.
What happened next felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. She walked towards him, dropped to her knees and unbuttoned his jeans. Daryl froze in shock and slight terror as he looked down and watched her drop his pants and boxers to the floor. Carol wrapped a hand around his dick and her touch made his knees weak. Thankfully the counter was behind him for support because the second she took him into her mouth Daryl was pretty sure he was going to lose all ability to stand on his legs.
It's not like it was his first blow job, but it was by far the best one he'd ever had. Just like she had earlier that morning Carol was displaying a desire to please him. It reminded Daryl how much she cared about him and coupled with the physical act itself… there was no better feeling.
When he finally couldn't take it anymore he pulled her to her feet. He hoped she didn't mind, but the primal urge to fuck her was overwhelming. Daryl lifted her onto the counter and gave her a look. He was asking for permission and Carol smiled at him and opened her legs.
Daryl pulled her to the edge and pushed into her. "Mmm," she moaned, leaning back so he could push even deeper. There was a wild desire building inside him and Daryl couldn't take it slow for very long. Carol didn't seem to mind. He watched her throw her head back while he pounded her. Her tits were flopping with each thrust and there was a smile on her lips. It was then that Daryl realized how sexually diverse she really was. She was quite happy with a quick and dirty fuck in the kitchen, an amazing slow and sensual first time, and lazy, sleepy early morning love making. What else did she like? The thought heightened his arousal and Daryl knew he was almost there. With one final push he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down on him, pushing himself as deep inside her as possible. It startled him when Carol took his face in her hands and kissed him while he came, but it felt amazing to be sucking on her tongue while his body released.
When they parted Carol giggled. "Sorry, but I needed you once more before you go."
"God, don't ever apologize for that," Daryl groaned, reaching for his pants.
Carol jumped down off the counter. "Just give me 10 to get dressed and we'll go."
When she pulled up to the bar a little while later and put the car in park, Daryl was struck with a deep sadness. He knew they couldn't spend every second together but it didn't make even a temporary goodbye any easier. "So I guess I'll give you a call later," he said shyly.
"You better," she replied, smiling at him. That fucking smile could literally be the death of him. He would do anything for her. Anything. "And don't you dare get out of this car without kissing me." Daryl loved how she could read him so well. Carol knew that he was lingering and wondering if he should kiss her goodbye so she made a comment to make it easy for him.
He leaned over and she met him halfway. They kissed, softly at first, but when neither of them parted it became increasingly more passionate until finally Daryl pulled away, knowing he would only want more.
"I should go…" he said, reaching for the door. "Talk to you soon." He pushed open the door and started to get out.
"Hey Daryl," she called out. He paused and turned. "I love you."
"Love you too," he replied, feeling his cheeks burning. As soon as he turned away a huge, ridiculous grin appeared on his face and it stayed there until he got close to his house.
From almost a block away he could see something was wrong. There were 2 cop cars in the drive and two more parked in front. Daryl felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't stop and turn around at that point so he drove right on by, careful not to speed or gawk. Daryl turned his head slightly as he drove by, just like a causal person driving by would. There was no sign of Merle, but the cops were moving in and out of the house, clearly tearing it apart. Daryl saw a dog and knew exactly what they were looking for.
"Fuck, Merle…" he hissed, continuing past the house and then picking up speed when he was out of sight. Daryl sped to the shop, jumped off the bike and ran inside. "What's going on? Where is he?" he yelled at the mechanic, who quickly rolled out from under the car.
"Locked up," he said, sitting up. "Been trying to get ahold of you since yesterday morning."
Daryl knew before he asked, yet it still hit him hard to hear the confirmation. "What happened?"
"Someone ratted him to the coppers. They showed up with a warrant and searched the place," he looked at Daryl sadly. "They got him on possession but it's looking like they're gonna throw a trafficking charge in too."
"Fuck," Daryl seethed. "I told him so many times to get out. I knew he was using, obviously, but I thought with the shop… I thought he'd be smart enough to quit selling." He was so angry, he wanted to throw something. Just when things were starting to go good in his life. He was madly in love with the woman of his dreams and she loved him too. But what was she going to think about his brother being in the slammer? "I gotta go," he muttered, heading out of the shop.
The mechanic was yelling something at him, but Daryl ignored it and kept going. He drove back to his house. He needed to know when he could get back inside and when and how he could see his brother. Daryl pulled his bike into the drive and jumped off.
Two cops immediately headed in his direction. "Do you live here?" the shorter one asked.
"Yeah," Daryl replied.
"What's your name," the second cop asked.
"Daryl… Dixon. When can I get in? Where's my brother?" he asked.
The cops shared a look and one pulled out a set of cuffs. "Mr. Dixon you are under arrest for possession and trafficking of narcotics. Anything you say can…" Daryl didn't hear the rest of what the cop said. His head was spinning. He made no attempt to fight or resist as the cop put on the cuffs. All he could think about was Carol and how likely it was that he'd just lost her forever.