So, this chapter may be a little pointless but, while writing it, I must have realized it had been a while since there had been any smut. So, here you go. Thanks for reading!

Chapter Fifty Eight

Carol couldn't sleep that night. She had felt tired so she'd gone to bed early but even after Daryl had came up and went to bed himself, she still couldn't shut off her brain. She was still reeling from the days events. It seemed like there was always something. Always some new nugget of knowledge to be had. Would she ever figure this family out? She sighed and rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.

She smiled to herself when she heard him mumble in his sleep. He rolled, his arm going around her and pulling her closer. She was about to slip out of bed and go downstairs and try to calm her nerves with some tea but his grip on her was tight. It always was. It was rare that they slept and he didn't keep her pinned to him. She didn't mind. He seemed to sleep better that way and she was beginning to sleep better knowing he was right there if she needed him.

She felt a little like her life was spinning completely out of control. It wasn't a bad feeling but she felt like she couldn't keep up with how fast everything was happening. She felt like she couldn't keep still. There was always something going on.

"Go to sleep," he grumbled into her ear, his voice sleep heavy.

She moved her head, unable to see him well but knowing that his eyes were closed. "I can't. I think I'm gonna go watch T.V. or something," she whispered even though there wasn't anyone in the house to wake up. Sophia was spending the night with Piper.

He sighed and raised up on one elbow so he could look down at her. Yawning loudly he rubbed his eyes with one hand. "Why can't you sleep?"

"It's nothing. Just thinking. You can go back to sleep, though. I'm fine."

"If you were fine you wouldn't be talkin'. It's two in the mornin'," he grumbled.

"I just can't shut off my brain I guess."

He snorted lightly, dropping his head back down to the pillow. "Yeah, I never have that problem. It's usually hard for me to get mine to work at all."

She laughed, shaking her head. "That's not true." She pushed his arm off of her and sat up, rolling her neck and shoulders, groaning slightly.

"You're all tense is what your problem is," he said as he sat up with her. He scooted until his back was pressed against the headboard. "Come here."

She moved until she was sitting between his legs, her back to his chest. His hands went to work on her shoulders and the back of her neck, kneading the tense muscles there and she groaned, leaning her head forward. She felt herself relax more and more until she heard him yawn again. Smiling to herself she tried to ease away from him but a strong arm around her middle stopped her. "Daryl, you're tired. Go back to sleep."

He grumbled something into the back of her neck and then his lips were there, brushing against her skin softly. Just like that thoughts stopped tumbling through her mind. Nothing in the world existed but him. It was like he held a secret switch. It took almost no effort on his part to turn her completely inside out with just a touch. Her worries and insecurities didn't exist when he touched her like that. He moved his legs until she had no choice but to move up his body, straddling his thighs while her back was still to his chest. When she tried to turn he stopped her with his hands on her hips until she stilled.

"What are you doing?" She laughed as he tugged her shirt over her head. His warm skin sliding against her back had her head spinning even though she felt ridiculous sitting up on her knees with her back to him. That was until he unceremoniously ripped her underwear off. Literally.

"Nothin'," he mumbled, finally answering her question. His hands slid over her, work roughened but gentle.

"I like your idea of nothing," she breathed.

"Sure beats sittin' in front of the T.V., huh?" He asked. His voice was low and smooth and seemed to vibrate against her center although his lips were still pressed against her back.

"It does." She bit her lip when his hand slipped between her legs, his fingers moving slowly back and forth. "It really really does," she breathed, unconsciously rocking into his fingers. His touch was so light but still sent a shocking jolt up her spine.

He growled low in his chest and moved his hand from between her legs before she felt him shifting under her. Without moving her he managed to finally lose his boxers. His hands went to her shoulders, pushing her gently. She whimpered when she realized what he wanted her to do. He moved quickly as soon as she was on all fours, his hands running over the swell of her hips, to her waist and then back down. She yelped when he slapped her ass hard. She actually worried over how much she liked it though.

He wasn't as rough with her as he used to be. There was always that fear in the back of his mind that he could actually hurt the baby so when he finally did move, he slid into her slowly, his hand pushing her shoulders down further until her face was on the bed and her ass was in the air. Another growl escaped him once he was settled, deep and heavy inside her. Instead of moving he gripped her hips harder and pushed her forward before yanking her back into him. She cried out, shocked at how intense this new position felt.

His pace wasn't punishing but he was moving quicker than he usually dared to, gripping her hips so hard she was sure they would bruise but she didn't dare tell him to stop. With every thrust a broken sound escaped her as her body wound tighter and tighter around his. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire.

"Jesus, woman," he bit out from between clenched teeth.

His name tore out of her parched throat, loud and desperate as the force of her orgasm rocked her forward. On their own volition her thighs slammed together, her body almost rejecting the extreme pleasure, like it was instinctively trying to protect her from so much sensation at once. This didn't deter him or dull the shocking intensity coursing through her. It actually heightened it. A broken sound escaped her and instantly he stilled, fearing he'd somehow hurt her.

"Don't you dare fucking stop!" She growled, flying too high to even care that she sounded like a woman possessed.

"Holy shit," he breathed, slamming into her again. He didn't stop until she was close to collapsing, her body quaking with aftershocks that had her burying her face into the bed and whimpering pitifully.

He pulled away, surprising her because she knew that he wasn't finished yet. She knew him well enough now to know that much. She rolled over to see what he was doing and he was right there, slipping between her legs and pushing back into her, his lips hot on hers. She ran her hands down his back, feeling the muscles there flex as he moved over her fluidly, his body flush with hers. The kiss grew deeper, his pace slowing to an almost languid rhythm. It didn't seem to matter how he moved, her body responded accordingly, that sweet pressure building higher and higher. Her nails bit into his back as her own arched.

He growled, his teeth sinking into the delicate skin at the base of her throat. The heat from his release as he poured into her only increasing her own. Slow paced or not, she came with the same intensity as she had just a few minutes before but this time it was better because she could feel all of him and he was enjoying it just as much as she was. When she came down he was still braced over her, keeping most of his weight off of her.

She ran her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and then finally linked her arms around his neck. He dropped his forehead to hers, breathing heavily. They stayed like that for a long time before he finally rolled off of her.

Their heads were at the foot of the bed but she didn't even feel like she had the energy to move but he didn't give her choice. He finally sat up and grabbed her hands. "You sleepy now?" She could barely make out his lazy grin in the dark.

"Mmm," she hummed in the back of her throat. She didn't even bother looking for her shirt. She made it to her pillow and then stretched like a cat.

He laid down next to her, pulling the sheet up over them both to fight the chill. "You notice a pattern here?" he asked once he settled in next to her.

She smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about." She felt his head move closer.

"You always have trouble sleepin' unless we do this," he chuckled. "You're some sort of sex fiend."

She scoffed sleepily. "That isn't true. It's hormones."

He pulled her closer, muttering something that she didn't catch as his hand ran over her stomach. She fell asleep easily after that.