Red River Blue
Chapter 70
"I thought you were coming up here to shower?," Carol said, stepping inside the bedroom and glancing at Daryl. Not only was he most certainly not showering. He was on their clean bed in his dirty clothes, leaning back on the pillows and fiddling with a container of arrows that he had pinned between his thighs. Carol fantasized for so long about getting under the man that she never stopped to consider what being in an actual relationship with Daryl might be like. So far it was feeling less like having a boyfriend and more like housebreaking a dog. But the warm safe feeling of his skin against hers while she slept was still fresh in Carol's mind. She smiled. Maybe him putting his dirty feet on the bed wasn't really so bad.
"Huh?," Daryl grunted, looking up from his arrows for only a moment before he looked back down and gave the tip of the one he was working on another hard twist. "I already took a shower." Carol raised her eyebrows at the obvious lie. There was a smear of literal dried blood on the side of his neck from whatever poor animal had the misfortune of crossing Daryl's path while he was out in the woods with Harley and Mika.
"When?," Carol asked, trying not to smile. Daryl shrugged.
"Yesterday," he said. Daryl was sure he took a shower before the party. Because River made him take a shower before the party.
"Well don't you think you ought to take another one?," Carol suggested, her tone more upbeat than necessary. Daryl shrugged again but made no move towards the bathroom. Carol sighed. "We're supposed to be going to dinner at Deanna's." She already told Daryl that downstairs. But clearly he didn't realize that was a subtle hint to come upstairs to shower and change his clothes.
"What we gotta go over there again for?," Daryl huffed. He didn't care much for hanging out at Deanna's house the night before. And didn't have any interest in going back.
"She invited us over because her son and Harley are … uh … seeing each other," Carol said. Daryl scrunched his face up. Seeing each other was quite the word for it. And Daryl didn't see what Harley plowing that kid had to do with him.
"What the hell do I need ta go over there for?," Daryl asked, "I didn't fuck him." Carol tried to control herself, but her laughter snorted out of her anyway. Once she regained control over herself, she returned to her previous mission.
"Just take a shower and change your clothes," she said, "...Please?" Daryl still didn't look ready to get up off the bed. But at least he was looking at her instead of half ignoring her and fiddling with his arrows.
"Are you gonna shower and change clothes?," he asked, pointing his finger at Carol. He had a little smirk on his face. Carol looked down at her rather matronly attire. Then she offered Daryl up her biggest fakest smile.
"I'm already clean," she informed him.
"Not fer long," Daryl said. Before Carol could react to his words he was leaping up off the bed, his movements swift and cat-like considering how relaxed his body was only moments before. The bucket of arrows rained down onto the carpet, scattering across the floor. Daryl swung the bedroom door shut with a slap. Carol instinctively tensed her body when he grabbed her. But the roughest Daryl got with her was when he tossed her onto the bed.
"Y'alright?," he asked, hesitating next to the bed. His concern was obvious in his voice. Her eyes went wide and her body was tense. Like she was afraid of him.
"I'm okay," Carol assured him, "you just came at me fast. It startled me a little I guess." The only time Ed ever moved that fast was if he was about to beat the shit out of her.
"M'sorry." Daryl crawled across the bed, moving much more slowly than before. He stretched his larger body out next to hers and gathered her into his arms, hiding her tight against his chest. "Would never hurt ya," he whispered. Carol nodded. She knew he wouldn't. And she wondered if her old habit of tensing and protecting her face would ever leave her.
Carol wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his. She could feel the tension in his body. He was holding himself back, fighting to keep control over his body. Carol realized Daryl was probably nervous he might scare her again. She deepened their kiss, parting his lips with her tongue and moaning softly into his mouth. When his control over himself broke, she felt it. He rolled on top of her, caging in her body with his and he pulled and ripped at her clothes. She pushed his hands away from her shirt after he sent one of the buttons flying across the room. Daryl didn't seem deterred by this. While Carol unbuttoned her own shirt he unzipped her pants and yanked them down her legs, her underwear sliding off with them.
Carol released the last button on her shirt and lay there trying not to laugh. Daryl was at the foot of the bed, hopping on one foot to get his pants off while trying to yank his own shirt over his head without unbuttoning it. She leaned up and slid her shirt off, tossing it away onto the floor. She quickly unhooked her bra herself, worried about what might happen to the garment if Daryl got ahold of it.
Daryl crawled back up the bed and lowered himself down on top of her, using his elbows to keep from squashing her. She kissed him eagerly, letting their tongues tangle together in her mouth. Since she was supporting herself against the chest freezer the night before, Carol didn't have much opportunity to touch him. She took it now, running her hands over the hard muscles of his arms and then down his back to grab a handful of his ass. It was as firm as she imagined it would be and she felt the heat pooling between her legs when she dug her fingers in and squeezed. He moaned softly at the contact, grinding his hips into hers. She could feel the hard length of his pressing into her thigh.
Daryl rolled onto his back, pulling her with him before he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Carol's legs slid open as she was pulled upright. She was straddling his lap now, her slick folds pressed against the base of his dick. Their kisses were growing sloppier and more feverish as the heat built between them. Carol felt him grip her wrists, bringing them up and pinioning them behind her head with one of his hands. The position made her breasts jut out. And as Daryl pulled and tweaked at her already hard nipples with his free hand, Carol realized that had been his intention when he put her hands in this position. His breath was hot on her neck when he whispered into her ear.
"Take me fer a ride." In case she was unclear about what he meant, Daryl bucked his hips up into her from underneath. "Wanna see these titties bounce." He grabbed one if her full breasts, cupping it in his rough palm and massaging gently. He pushed his hips into her again before he released his grip on her and leaned back onto the bed.
Carol felt a surge of nervousness. This wasn't the dark armory, where they had sex while she was almost still completely clothed. Now that Daryl leaned back onto the bed, her entire body was exposed to him. The afternoon light was streaming in through the window. Carol thought about all her little insecurities. The small patch of hair above her slit was as gray as the hair on her head. She had stretch marks from pregnancy on her hips and stomach. One of her breasts was slightly larger than the other. Go ahead and leave me. You'll be back. Noone else wants a fat old hag like you. Ed's nasty words drifted back to her, filling her mind.
Carol took a deep breath. She pushed all those feelings away. Daryl's hands were on her hips. He already shoved his hair out of his face so he could get a better look at her. And his hooded eyes were dark with desire. She lifted her hips, letting him guide her movements until the head of his dick was pressing against her slick folds. He pulled her down as he pushed his hips up, impaling her on his dick in one swift movement. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, her hands coming down from behind her head so she could brace herself against his chest.
The position was unfamiliar to both of them. It took a few shifts in their bodies and awkward unpracticed movements before they found a rhythm. But soon, Carol found herself rocking her hips back and forth while Daryl braced his feet against the bed and pumped in time with her thrusts. Her orgasm came easily, since she was able to control the angle of her hips as they moved. She arched her back, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her body before she fell forward onto his chest. Daryl held her against him as he slammed into her over and over again until he found his own release.
They lay quietly together as their breathing and heartbeats slowly returned to normal. Carol rested her head on his chest. He was gently rubbing her back, tracing his fingers over her smooth skin.
"See," Daryl teased, "now yer the one that needs a shower." Carol's head popped up. She gave him a look that indicated she didn't agree with his opinion. But Daryl could tell she was trying her best not to laugh. "I'll take one," he added quickly, before Carol could open her mouth to start giving him the business again. "But I think ya better come in with me. Make sure everythin' gets clean."