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Chapter Thirty One
She was disoriented when she woke up in the dark room. She had been dreaming of Ed's leering face and almost expected to see it when her eyes snapped open. And then she remembered that she wouldn't be seeing that face anymore. Daryl had moved in his sleep, rolling over onto his back. His deep even breathing calmed her the rest of the way. She didn't want to wake him so she eased her head over until it was resting on his chest. Her hands moved over his stomach lightly, her fingers drawing patterns there.
She smiled to herself. He was asleep but every time her hand moved lower his pulse would quicken slightly. She raked her nails over the V that disappeared into his boxers. He mumbled something and then his hand found hers, easing it lower. She was pretty sure he was still sleeping. She could tell by the way his breathing was still deep and slow. She kissed his chest lightly before she slipped just the tips of her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers.
He grumbled and then lifted his hips into her hand. "Carol?" He mumbled sleepily.
"Hmm?" She purred, kissing his chest again.
"Please tell me you ain't asleep," he whispered.
She smiled and then moved her hand over the length of him, not very surprised that he was already hard. He was the most virile man she had ever met. To say he had a strong sex drive was an understatement. "I'm not asleep."
"I thought we couldn't do anything."
"I never said I couldn't do anything," she said, wrapping her hand around his hot flesh and squeezing gently.
"Well, if that's the case you go ahead and do whatever the hell you want," he mumbled, pushing up into her hand again. "And if this is the kind of shit you do in the middle of the night, I ain't lettin' your ass go anywhere."
She removed her hand quickly. "Take them off," she said in a rush. She had a strange insatiable urge to taste him.
"Yes ma'am," he drawled, ridding himself of the last of his clothes. He sent them flying over her head. She didn't see them but she felt them whiz by.
She slid over him, about to move down when he grabbed her and hauled her back up, his lips on her throat before meeting hers in a heated kiss that had her head spinning and her heart pounding. She ignored her own body's screaming need for him though, remembering that she had to wait. She trailed her lips down his jaw, nipping him hard, causing him to jerk and then licking the sting away.
"Jesus," he breathed. "Where the hell did you learn that?"
She smiled. "From you."
"No shit? I'm good at this then."
She could hear the grin in his voice. His hands came down on her hips, fingertips pressing into her roughly. She had to close her eyes and breath through her own intense desire. This was for him, not her and she had to keep that in mind. By the time her lips had moved down to his stomach he was breathing heavily. It was a heady experience, knowing how badly he wanted her to touch him. His fingers curled through her hair and gently coaxed her head down further. She laughed softly. "You're impatient."
"You're fuckin' killin' me here, woman," he panted, still easing her lower and lower.
His fingers tightened when she gripped him again, running her tongue over the underside slowly. She could time his frantic heartbeats by the pulsing throb in her hand but she kept up this slow teasing game until he was cursing under his breath. When she finally took him into her mouth he groaned. Lowering her head slowly she took in as much of him as she could, her hand still working over the rest, unable to take it all. She noticed how he kept his grip in her hair but didn't try to force himself down her throat. That only caused her to appreciate him that much more so she pushed past the urge to gag, taking more until he was growling low in his chest and that steady pulse increased.
She moved at a steady pace, and she found out quickly that the more he seemed to enjoy it, the more she needed him to enjoy it even more. Her hand came up, cupping his balls and massaging gently. Apparently that was something he was really fond of. His breath left him in a rush.
"Jesus, payback for this is gonna be fun," he muttered, gasping as she increased her speed and pressure. "You ain't even gonna know your own name."
His words were torture because she knew he would hold true to any promises he made. She hummed in response and he jerked his hips.
"Carol, I'm bout too-"
"Mmhmm..."
"Shit!" He growled loudly and then a shudder ran through him right before he was pulsing into her mouth. She swallowed around him, reveling in the way he was falling apart all because of something she was doing to him. It was how he made her feel every time they were together.
She slid back up his body once she knew he was finished. She could feel the muscles in his stomach flutter under her weight. He sat up quickly, startling her as he whipped the shirt over her head, his lips quickly pressing against the hallow between her collar bones.
"Daryl, we can't-" she gasped as his head dipped down to her breasts.
"I know," he breathed. "Damn it." He unwound his arms from around her and dropped back down onto his back. His hands didn't leave her though. He blazed a trail up her thighs and then pulled her down, pressing his lips to her forehead before he let her climb off of him. She curled her leg over his hip when he rolled into her. "So is this somethin' that could turn into a habit of yours? Wakin' up with an urge to suck my-"
"Watch it Dixon," she laughed. "I'll have my own place soon so you won't be around every night, even if I did wake up with the urge to do that again." She felt an overwhelming sense of sadness at this thought.
She expected him to come back with a quip, and hoped that maybe he would offer to let her and Sophia stay here until things got settled but he stayed silent. It didn't take her as long as she thought it would for her to fall back to sleep.
~H~
Daryl, in a surprising show of maturity, woke up before the alarm went off. It was seven in the morning but the heavy blinds and thick curtains blocked all of the sun. The room was nearly as dark as it had been the night before. Carol was asleep next to him, sprawled out on her stomach and he could just make out the curve of her spine. He reached out, following the curve with just the tips of his fingers. She stirred, rolled over onto her side and pulled his arm the rest of the way around her. Mumbling something that he didn't catch.
Her words last night still ran sharply through his mind. She wasn't even considering staying with him and he was surprised at the hollow feeling it left in his chest. Her warm body pressed against his felt right. More right than anything else ever had in his life and he would dread not having her there. He could have just manned up and poured his heart out but he was nervous. It wasn't that he didn't think he was good enough for her because he knew he was. She deserved somebody that would treat her like she deserved to be treated. She deserved someone that would protect her. She deserved somebody that made her feel good about herself. He was the man for the job. But did she know that?
He ran his nose along her shoulder, only depressing himself further. He wasn't an idiot. He knew that he wasn't perfect. He had flaws just like every other person in the world. He wasn't the most stable guy out there. He was prone to senseless violence when it suited him, not that he would ever raise his hand to her. He was a fuck up in a lot of ways but not in the ways that mattered. Whether he was a criminal or not, he'd love her more than anyone else ever could. But would she see that? Did she really feel something or was she just having fun?
"Hey," he muttered into her ear. "Time to get your ass movin'."
She surprised him then by actually rolling her hips, grinding her ass against his groin. She laughed sleepily when he gripped her hip to stop her.
"Thought you said I couldn't stick it there," he grinned. She was an obvious morning person.
"Honestly, Daryl, I think you know that if you played your cards right I'd-" A knock at the door had her cutting off her words.
"We got trouble little brother. Up and at'em," Merle called, his voice a little off.
"Fuck," Daryl groaned, rolling out of bed quickly and dressing as fast as he could. He turned on the light just as Carol was pulling his shirt over her head. "I gotta get out there."
Her wide eyes held a trace of fear but she nodded quickly. He ran a hand through his hair on his way out the door. When he made it to the living room he stopped in his tracks at what he saw.
"Daryl, man, I'm sorry..." Shane Walsh said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he looked down at the ground.
"The fuck's goin' on?" He asked, shoving his feet into his boots. He didn't realize Martinez, the chief of police, was there until he took a step towards him.
Merle tensed and was about to get in his way but Buck stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Sophia, Piper and Damon were there, watching the drama unfold.
Shane looked up at him from under a heavy brow. "It was those Rookies that picked you up the other night. They knew they weren't suppose to but they went ahead and pushed the charges through. We got the paperwork back this morning and made sure we were the ones that came out."
"You gotta be kiddin' me," Merle growled. "You mother fucker's have a job to do just like we do, goddamn it. How could y'all let a couple of green backs fuck up this big?"
"Dave pressed charges. He's still in the hospital," Martinez said quickly, glancing nervously between Buck and Merle before his eyes came to rest of Daryl. "I'm gonna try to clean this up but it's gonna be hard. There's only so much I can do from my end. The Prosecutor made sure to put it all into action fast. You all aren't his favorite people. He's probably gonna try to make an example out of you. He's new. He has a reputation to establish."
"What's going on?" Everyone looked up then. Carol was standing in the doorway, taking in the scene.
"I really am sorry about this, Daryl," Shane said again, taking a step towards him, reaching for the cuffs at his belt.
"You can't be fuckin' serious!" Merle roared.
Daryl stared at Shane and knew the man didn't want to be the one to do this but he also knew the trouble that could be stirred up if a different cop came out to the house. Buck looked over and Daryl nodded. He turned Merle around and started hauling him towards the kitchen.
Shane shook his head. "Daryl Dixon, you're under arrest for aggravated battery. You have the right to remain silent," Daryl put his hands behind his back and didn't fight when Shane put the cuffs on. He tuned out the rest of his so called rights, having heard them plenty of times before. What he did do was look up, meeting Carol's eyes from across the room.
She looked like someone had just kicked her in the stomach. Her face was pale, her eyes wet. Before Shane could turn him around to haul him out the door she covered her mouth with her hand and turned, hurrying back the way she had came.
It was kind of ironic that as soon as he made the conscious decision to turn himself around and try to stop doing the same kind of crazy shit he had always done, the crazy shit would come back and bite him in the ass. He wouldn't be so worried if this was his first time being arrested for this. Or maybe even his second. This was going to be hard because this was his third strike. Well, his third strike on file anyway. There had been plenty of other times. Battery was a felony and he was a repeat offender. In a nutshell- He was fucked. Any dream he had of turning around turned to dust as Shane opened the door so he could climb into the back seat. He didn't even glance back at the house.