Show Me (part 2/2)

- a Caryl fan fiction by Ikkleosu

Rating: MA for smut.

This part is smut heavy.

In a second, Daryl had his crossbow up to his face and he edged back into the body of the store, as Carol hurriedly put the bag back on her back and pulled her hand gun out of the pocket.

Daryl sidled up to the door and looked sideways out the window. He quickly rejoined Carol at the back of the store and was whispering again.

"Walkers. Three or four. Turned over a trash can out front, but they ain't near the bike. We'll go out the back. Quiet."

Carol nodded in silent agreement as Daryl quietly opened the store's rear exit and closed it behind them with a subdued click. They ran lightly and swiftly around the building. Daryl stopped them at the corner, checking it was all clear. He waved Carol forward as he stepped sideways around the front of the building.

The geeks hadn't seen them. There must have been a rat or something in the trash can as they were scrabbling over its contents. Carol climbed silently onto the back of the bike and kept her gun pointed in their direction, as Daryl backed towards her.

Once seated in front of Carol, he wheeled the bike along, propelling it with his feet until they got to the edge of the lot. As soon as he started the engine, the walkers turned their attention to them.

They were too far off but instinctively Carol shot at the one nearest to them as the sped off down the road, whilst holding on tightly to Daryl with her other arm. Once they were out of sight, she tucked the gun into her boot and wrapped both arms around him.

Gone was all her awkwardness and worry, although after some time on the road she began to wonder if she'd imagined all that happened in the store. Had he really said that? Did their lips really meet? It had all seemed so out of left field- or rather out of her imagination. It was what she'd pictured in a million different variations on those nights when she was alone in her cell, and her mind and hands wandered.

Without even realising she was doing it she was holding him tighter, her hands flat against his chest, her face pressed against the shoulder of his leather vest.

As she revisited her own fantasies of what she never thought could happen between them she unconsciously rubbed her hands across his chest, eventually gripping handfuls of the front of his T-shirt.

Only when the bike came to a sudden stop did she come out of her reverie. Daryl pulled the bike up at the side of the road, kicked down the stand and clambered off without looking at her. He took a few steps away from her and bent over, his hands on his thighs.

"Is everything okay?" she called after him. "Are you sick?"

He didn't answer. Carol looked around them for signs of danger. They were in the middle of open farm land and she could see far into the distance to either side of them. The only walker in sight was on the other end of the field slowly stumbling away from them.

Daryl didn't speak, but he straightened up.

"I can't do this…" he said to the road ahead of them.

Oh, here we go Carol thought. It was a moment of madness; a joke; a stupid tease. She knew his interest in her was too good to be true.

"Do what?" she replied.

Finally he turned to face her, as she pulled one leg over the bike and sat on it side-saddle.

This!" he exclaimed and gestured to the bike. Carol frowned.

"I can't drive while your hands are all over me and my cock's practically bursting through my jeans."

Carol burst out laughing, she couldn't help it. He was so serious and she had been so worried. She couldn't have jumped any further to the wrong conclusion.

"'S not funny," he almost shouted, "I'm gonna crash wondering where your hands are going next."

Carol stifled another laugh and covered her mouth with her hand.

Daryl stalked towards her and leant over her, a hand resting on either side of her on the bike.

"You know what this means?" he questioned, low and stern.

Carol panicked; she didn't want to scare him off, not now.

"No, no, I know. I'm not holding you to anything. It doesn't mean anything, it's just relieving pressure, living for the moment, taking what we can get from life. "

"You know that ain't true as much as I do." He was still close to her face. "We do this, we can't go back."

All Carol could do was nod.

He waited a beat before closing the space between them. She closed her eyes and in a wondrous moment felt his lips on hers. She had expected it to be rough and firm, but he was tender, almost tentative.

She opened her eyes and saw his face had taken on an earnest open expression. He looked about14.

Obviously sensing her open eyes, he pulled back and stood upright.

"Ah shit, I was never good at this part." He rubbed a hand through his hair in frustration.

Carol stood and slipped the bag from her shoulders. She smiled and took his head between her hands. Maybe it was she who needed to show him.

She kissed him hungrily, encapsulating his mouth with hers, using her tongue to tease apart his dry lips. He seemed to flinch for a moment beneath her touch, but before long he exhaled heavily and wrapped his arms around her.

Their bodies become a flurry of movement, hands trying to cover every inch of head and body in an attempt to get closer, deeper, as their kissing grew fervent. Carol pushed the leather vest off his shoulders and slipped her hands under his T-shirt. The feel of his washboard stomach, tightening under her gentle touch drove her wild with desire. She'd seen flashes if that body of his, and they'd fed her dreams. Now she wanted it all.

She quickly grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over his head. He let her but immediately grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back.

"Hey," he said softly, as he picked up his discarded vest and slipped it back on. "This ain't the place to be getting' naked. What if some geeks show up?"

His T-shirt was still crumpled at his feet. It was a compromise Carol could live with, though she felt chastised.

"Sorry," she muttered, her eyes focussing on his heaving chest. Suddenly his hands were on her ass, pulling her flat against his body, her arms squashed in the space between them.

"Save that for next time," he said, grinning, before returning to the hot wet kissing of moments before. This time there was a renewed pace and Carol took advantage of her trapped arms.

She quickly began undoing the fly of his jeans. It didn't surprise her to find no underwear, and it surprised her even less to find his cock hot and hard, lying flat against his body, pointing to the sky like a glorious flagpole.

She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. He groaned into her mouth, and in response she began to slide her hand up and down the shaft.

After a minute or two he pulled his crotch backwards away from her, though his hands never left her ass.

"It's been two years, ya know!" he warned her between kisses. "You keep that up, it's gonna be over in two seconds."

"Well then, " she replied, reluctantly letting go of her prize. "You'd better hurry up and help get me out of these pants then, hadn't you?"

He wasted no time and fumbled with the buckle of her belt, pulling the pants off her hips, while she used one foot to slip the boot off the other. She pulled her left leg out of her underwear and pants, as they pooled around her right ankle.

Daryl sat back down on the bike, his jeans pushed past his ass, while she pushed her left foot back into her boot. What a sight she must have been.

He patted the seat of the bike in front of him.

With her naked leg, Carol straddled the bike; facing him; her body inches from his penis. The black leather was so hot against her wet body she was amazed she didn't sizzle.

Their kissing began again, his tongue preceding his cock, delving into her mouth probing and desperate. His hands teased under the hem of her tank, sliding across her stomach and holding her hips before finally his right hand found her bush. He slipped his hand between her and the bike, his fingers pushing against her entry. The pressure against her lips, and the heel of his hand on her clit made her wetter than she already was.

"Holy shit," he breathed, as he plunged a finger inside her.

She moaned in response but in a second he'd pulled his hand away. Before she knew it, he was leaning forward, pushing her back against the handlebars.

"I gotta... ", was all he said before he crossed the small space between their bodies and his erection pushed quickly inside her. She winced and gasped. Her body wasn't quite ready for the size of him. He froze and held his cock in place, kissing her softly while she got used to him. After a few moments she began slowly rocking her hips back and forth, testing the water as the fullness became more pleasurable. It was all the permission he needed and he began to thrust inside her.

She was pushed back awkwardly over the handlebars, his weight completely forward onto his feet as his body drove his passion into her. He grabbed the handlebars either side of her as she wrapped her hands around his neck and kept his mouth close.

He was right, it didn't take long until the kissing turned to panting against her neck as his pace picked up and his thrusts became stronger. All she could feel was heat and pleasure as he drove into her wildly.

In seconds she felt his warmth fill her, as he bucked erratically and growled against her ear. She held his head close to hers as their breathing slowed and he sank back, pulling her with him into a sitting position.

"Told ya..." he said, stroking her lower back as she still sat straddling his lap. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," she smiled and kissed him tenderly. They sat like that for some minutes, their breathing returning to normal, sweat trickling down their backs, kissing languidly. Carol made no signs of shifting; his penis still resting inside her, soft and wet.

Minutes later she began slowly grinding her hips in a circular motion against his body.

"What ya doin'?" he asked incredulously, "I ain't 17 you know," indicating that a response would take some time.

Carol smirked.

"That's not what you were saying earlier," she threw back challengingly. "Besides... It's been two years."

He chuckled at her gall and kissed her before gently pushing her backwards again. He laid her out against the handlebars like he had before, but this time he was sitting back. He pushed her tanks up her body, exposing her bare breasts. Running his hand between them and down her stomach, he let out a low hum.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

Carol tilted her had back and looked at the sky, as he cupped her breasts and kissed down her ribcage.

She arched her hips achingly and he took the hint, his hand finding her clit swiftly. He smeared it in the moisture from their hurriedly coupling and began to tease her towards orgasm.

The whispy clouds drifted above her as his hand worked faster and firmer. She placed her left hand on top of his to guide the rhythm as she grasped his hair with her right.

It wasn't long before the sky above her seemed to turn to water, swimming around her as waves of climax hit her hard. Gasping for air, she twitched and arched under Daryl's touch, before landing gently back to earth.

She pushed herself upright again, and scooched forwards, her body coming into contact with his suddenly rock hard cock again. She laughed lightly as she raised herself up and slid firmly into his body. He groaned and looked her dead in the eye.

"Told ya..." she mocked.

"Smart ass," he replied before losing his power of speech as she raised her feet onto the back pedals and used the purchase to raise and lower herself up and down his shaft.

She pushed against him slick and swift, their already wet bodies sticky and hot. He pushed his hands through her short hair, grasping it to push back her head, giving him access to her neck. He lapped and nibbled it as her breasts rubbed against his leather and bare chest.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her short nails in as she rode him harder and faster. It took longer this time, but it felt like only moments before he was grabbing her hips and pushing into her as she pushed into him.

"Carol..." he moaned, only once.

Her clit was rubbing against his pubic bone and waves of pleasure kept her occupied as he once again filled her with his cum.

This time they broke apart instantly.

"We need to get moving," Daryl said, as he fastened his jeans and slung his crossbow back over his shoulder.

Carol stepped back into her jeans and pulled her tanks down, as she watched Daryl lean over and pick his crumpled T-shirt from the ground. But instead of putting it on, he used it to wipe the sticky evidence of their love making from the seat of the bike. Carol snorted and he looked back at her unashamed.

"Nice timing," he stated, nodding behind her. She looked back and saw half a dozen walkers stumbling their way. "Nice of them to wait."

Carol put her bag back in place and climbed back on board behind him.

"And stop looking so damn smug," we said over his shoulder. "Everyone will know."

Carol laughed and tapped him lightly on the chest as he started the engine.

Glenn and Maggie were on watch as they pulled up to the prison. They stood together as they closed the gate behind the bike.

"Where have you been?" Glenn asked.

"We were real worried about cha," Maggie added, "you've been gone hours. We thought something had happened!"

Carol tried not to laugh as they got off the bike and unloaded.

"It was fine." Daryl said gruffly, explaining nothing.

"No problems getting the stuff for Judith?" Glenn directed his question to Daryl who was already walking away. "All come easy?"

Carol tried not to guffaw.

"Oh yes," she replied, trying to look innocent. "Twice."

Daryl shot her a dirty look over her shoulder but she just smiled sweetly and handed Glenn the bag.

Meanwhile, Glenn and Maggie, exchanged a smirk. They had spent much of their watch making up jokes about what Daryl and Carol were up to after Maggie had reminded Glenn of what happened on their early trip to the drugstore.

Glenn took in Daryl's missing T-shirt, and Carol's hair standing up on sweaty clumps and gave Maggie a knowing look.

"I hope they brought back enough condoms for us all, " he whispered to Maggie as Daryl and Carol wandered back towards the prison trying not to touch.