Smut warning for those of you that aren't into that sort of thing. Hope all of you have a great weekend. Stay safe and thanks for reading! =)

Chapter Twenty

He wasn't sure what had led them to this but he was relieved. He needed this. He had needed this since that first night he had spent with her. Her eyes boring into his as he drove into her, his name on her lips as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, so close but holding back, needing to feel her let go.

He heard her moan low in his ear before his lips met hers hungrily. Her thighs slid over his hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. The feel of her hands smoothing over his shoulders and the small whimpers that escaped her lips had his head spinning. Right before he gave in to the overwhelming sensations her body seemed to lose substance and then he felt like he was about to fall over the edge of a cliff...

He jerked awake, his eyes snapping open, blinking rapidly. He was covered in sweat but he was used to it. The same fucking dream. Every night it was the same fucking dream and every night he woke up with his heart pounding, his body overheated. Every night he would have to roll over and ignore the excruciating fucking ache, refusing to give in and ease it. He wasn't going to start jerking off to images of her. If he did that then it was just going to make everything worse. He would do what he did with most problems. He would ignore it until it went away.

He was about to roll over when he realized that there was a warm body pressed against his side, an arm draped across his chest and a leg draped over his thighs, dangerously close to his crotch. She was asleep in his bed. She was right fucking there. In his minds eye he could feel her, all of her. The wet heat that wrapped around him, hear her voice, dazed and laced with pleasure, feel her hands as they explored him.

He wanted to pull her until she was on top of him. Wanted to peel her clothes away and bury himself so deep inside of her that he didn't even remember where he was.

He panicked when her hand moved, drifting lower until it reached his stomach and then settled there, a soft sigh escaping her lips. He nearly dove out of bed, the sudden shift startling her and causing her to cry out in shock. The sound she made echoed in his head and he stood there in the dark for a few seconds before he realized that he had to get the fuck out of there. He had to get out before he did something really fucking stupid.

He crossed the room just as she said his name and threw open the door. He cursed. The rain was coming down in sheets and he hadn't even heard it. He could hear it now though, pinging off the tin roof. He was about to say to hell with it and step out into the deluge, needing to get away from her, needing to get his thoughts in order.

He felt her hand close around his wrist, giving him a small tug before he could get away

"Daryl, what's wrong?" She asked, panic lacing her voice.

He wanted to turn to her. He wanted to know if her lips were as soft in real life as they were in his head. He wanted to know if her skin tasted as sweet as it did every single fucking miserable night in his head. He swallowed, knowing he had to say something. He had to say something or he had to bolt and her grip on his wrist was insuring that to bolt he would have to yank away from her and he didn't want her feelings hurt. So he turned, leaning against the wall next to the open door. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice soft. The sound would have probably been soothing but he didn't want to hear it right now. She stepped into his space, obviously worried about him since he was acting like a fucking psycho. His chest heaved against hers and he knew that she was close enough to feel the proof of his dilemma.

Fuck, what a goddamn mess.

The back of his head hit the wall when he felt her grow still. She was so close, her body actually touching his and he knew that she knew. Knew that she could feel the painfully hard length of him. His face flushed and he waited for her to take off out the door, too embarrassed to say anything at all. This was fucking horrible. This was the worst thing that could have happened to him tonight. This was why he hadn't wanted her in his fucking bed. Her friendship meant a lot to him. Fuck, it meant everything to him. Her companionship was one of the things that had gotten him through the losses that seemed to have piled up over the last week. And now...

He felt her warm breath blow over his neck and he closed his eyes as the feel of it had the ache in his groin intensifying so much that he groaned at the pain of it. His heart was pounding out a hard fast rhythm and he had to physically stop himself from pulling her further against him. She wasn't running away. That was a plus, but now what? What the fuck was she going to do? He wasn't going to do a damn thing. It was all he could do to remind himself to breathe.

She didn't move for a few long moments and then he felt her hands move. His mind drew a complete blank when he realized that her fingers were working the buttons of his shirt. He stayed perfectly still. A voice in his head told him that he should stop her. Told him that this would complicate everything they had. Reminded him that she was his friend and this, whatever this was, wasn't right.

Her hands didn't stop at the shirt. Once it was open he felt her fingertips ghost over his chest and then his stomach. His breath exploded from his lungs and he finally made a move, gripping her wrists as soon as she touched the button on his pants.

"Daryl," she whispered, her voice almost afraid, "Just let me help you."

That was more than he could take. He dropped his hands from her wrists and leaned into the wall as her nimble fingers went to work on his pants. Her lips pressing against the pulse in his throat before he felt the tight sting of her teeth, putting just enough pressure for him to feel it. There wasn't anything he could do. He'd denied himself any sort of release and he had desperately needed it. If not for that then maybe he would have had a little more self control but at the moment, all he could think about was what she may do and how good it was going to feel. He refused to think about anything past that.

As her fingers worked her lips pressed against the sensitive spot below his ear and his jaw clenched painfully. The image of her under him flashed like lightning through his mind and the pain in his groin pulsed through him.

Once she had his pants open she pushed them down enough so she could free him. He heard her breath leave her in a rush when her hand went around him. He cursed under his breath at the feel of her skin against his. "Carol," he croaked, when suddenly she was on her knees in front of him.

"I want to," she said, no doubt in her voice at all.

Those words had his knees growing weak. She wanted to. And Jesus Christ, he wanted her to. He needed her to. The pulsing throbbing ache was to intense, worse than anything he had dealt with all week. She gripped him, squeezing gently as her hand moved over him. Her other hand rested against his hip and he had to force himself not to jerk into her when her nails raked over his skin.

"You ain't gotta do this," he croaked, hoping against hope that she didn't suddenly take the out that he offered her.

Her response had a pathetic sound escaping him. Her mouth closed around him, her head angling down and taking in as much of him as she could, which was surprisingly more than he thought she would. She paused there, her hand working over the rest as her tongue slid back and forth. The pain dissolved into pleasure when her other hand came around, cupping him.

"Fuckin' Christ," he muttered, his voice octaves higher than normal.

She swallowed around him, her throat constricting and sending a jolt of pleasure through him so intense that he had to reach out with one hand, bracing himself on the table. His other hand snaked around the back of her head, unable to resist guiding her. She hummed her approval and the vibration had his eyes rolling back.

He tried to breathe through it but he was panting after just a few short minutes. She was quickly driving him to the edge and he hated too do it but he had to at least give her a heads up. "Carol," he whispered roughly, a clear warning in his voice.

She didn't pull away completely. She only drew back enough so her tongue could swirl around the head as her hand ran over him faster, forcing him to come even quicker than he thought he would. When that first pulse rocked through him she took as much of him in as she could, causing him to growl embarrassingly loud. He came hard and she swallowed eagerly. He jerked uncontrollably, cursing when another intense wave rocked through him.

He was sure that he had never felt anything so fucking intense in his life. His body shuddered and she drank him down eagerly. All those dreams, all that wanting, all the times he forced back the urge. This had happened embarrassingly fast too. She probably thought he'd be a horrible lay but he didn't care at the moment.

When it was finally over she even took the liberty of readjusting his pants. He was still trying to catch his breath and his legs felt a little like rubber so he wasn't about to move yet. The last fucking thing he needed was to fall on his face.

She stood up. He didn't know what the fuck to do now. Did she expect him to return the favor? He'd gladly return the favor. As a matter of fact, the thought of tasting her had his pulse speeding up again and his mouth watering. But he didn't know if that was what she wanted. What the hell had just happened?

She shut the door and then he felt her grip his hand in the dark. He grimaced, hoping she didn't want to kiss him. He wouldn't mind kissing her but if she was going to do that then she should have kissed him before she had his dick in her mouth. "Are you okay now?" She whispered, pulling him towards the bed.

He nodded, realized she couldn't see anything and then cleared his throat. "Yeah," he muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"Good."

He heard the telltale squeal of the mattress as she climbed back in. He collapsed onto his back. What the hell was he suppose to do now?

"Stop thinking about it and go to sleep," she whispered, moving so they were in the same position they were in before they had fallen asleep earlier. "It isn't weird."

He snorted. "Yeah, sure. Cause everybody just gets random blow jobs in the middle of the night. That ain't weird at all."

"Go to sleep, Daryl," she muttered but he could hear a smile in her voice.

He shook his head, sure that sleep would allude him after that. He was surprised when his body relaxed on command and his eyes drifted closed. He would worry about what this meant tomorrow. Tonight he just needed to get to sleep.