Fifty Shades of Foreplay

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Cars, Candy Bars, and Kisses

Rick shook his head as the group moved back to the business of pulling the cars inside the prison gates.

"Just how much you think we can get out of harassing the boy on this?" T-Dog asked as he grinned at Carol and Daryl.

Carol put her hands up. "Leave me out of it."

"Oh c'mon Carol. It'll be fun to harass Glen for screwing around," T-Dog cajoled. "Right Daryl?"

Daryl smirked. "Yeah. C'mon it'll be fun. You know with them screwin' around and all."

Carol face flooded with color as Daryl winked at her. Embarrassment trumped surprise over Daryl's blatant reference to her earlier comment. Daryl Dixon was usually the one who blushed and stuttered when things got sexual not her. Two could play at that game.

"I think you boys should give them a break. Everybody deserves a little release during these times. At least, they have each other for that. Daryl, can you pass me those keys," Carol said her voice full of warm. "You're hand still bothering you, Daryl?" Carol forced herself not to smile when she asked the question, her face the picture of innocence her big blue eyes wide.

Rick walked away. He had to or else he was going to explode with laughter which judging from the crimson flush creeping up Daryl neck would be a detrimental move on his part.

T-Dog was trying hard not to laugh as bit down on his lip.

"My hand is just fine," Daryl snapped as he stalked over to the truck to pull it in.

Carol grinned and pointed her finger at T-Dog. "Don't laugh," she ordered. "Daryl, you gave me the wrong keys." Carol jogged over to catch up with him. Leaning into the open window of the car, Carol smiled at him.

Daryl gave her his hardest look, but she kept smiling at him even as slapped the keys into her outstretched palm.

"You started it," She reminded him.

Daryl gave her a grunt in response. "Yeah," he scoffed. "Like you're so innocent."

Carol smiled. "Never said I was."

"Ya know somethin'? Your dangerous, Peletier." Daryl said.

Carol laughed her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Do I scare you, Dixon?"

"Hell, ya. Scare the shit outta me, sometimes" Daryl said before putting the car in drive.

Carol stepped back to let him pull into the prison yard. She shook her head, smiling at his comment and the half serious nature with which he said it. She had already figured out over the winter that social skills were not Daryl's expertise even less so were his skills with women. She loved to tease him and over the winter he had become more and more comfortable with her doing so. Their friendship was very special and she was always careful to keep the teasing light. Daryl was quickly becoming her best friend in this new world and she didn't want him getting the wrong idea.

Daryl backed the car up mindful and watchful that Carol was still standing where he hadleft her. It made him smile to look at her standing over there with that weird looking turban wrapped around her head. It made her look cute. Daryl frowned as the thought hit him. Wasn't such a big deal, thinking she was cute, he reasoned. Not a big deal at all, she was his friend after all, right? No big deal or nothin'.

That night everyone stayed inside. Lori had been in pain all day with her back and was lying in her cell. Hershel had stayed in his cell most of the day with Beth at his side to help him. They still had yet to figure out how they would get him walking beyond the crutches they had found in the infirmary. He needed prosthesis and it wasn't likely that they would stumble onto one of those. Maggie and Glenn had volunteered to do watch again much to the chagrin of T-Dog, Rick, Daryl, and Carol who all exchanged knowing looks at Maggie's suggestion. Carl and T-Dog were playing a game they had made up while Rick had agreed to walk the perimeter just outside as back up. That left Carol and Daryl together to stand guard in the hallway just down from their cellblock. Daryl tapped his foot against hers as they sat directly opposite each other in the hallway. "Hey," he said.

Carol looked back at him, smiling. "Hey, what?"

"I was thinkin'…" Daryl started.

"That's dangerous," Carol smirked.

"Hah, hah," Daryl rolled his eyes. "How about we check out the cafeteria?"

Carol arched one eyebrow. "The cafeteria?"

"Yeah." Daryl stood up, shouldering his bow as he extended his hand to her.

"Why?" Carol asked as she took his hand and allowed him to pull her up.

"Cause I am gonna go stir crazy if we sit in this hallway all night and I might have seen somethin' in there I think you might like. C'mon." Daryl started down the hallway.

Carol jogged a little to catch up with him. She followed close behind as they navigated through the narrow prison halls until they reached the cafeteria. Daryl went in first and quickly made his way to the storage room at the back.

"What are you doing?" Carol hissed, hating being alone anywhere in the prison.

Daryl came back out with his hands behind his back. "Pick one."

Carol gave him a doubtful look before tapping his right arm.

Daryl grinned extending a Hershey chocolate bar.

"How…" Carol stuttered.

"T-Dog and I found 'em the other day. Whole stash." Daryl grinned.

Carol shook her head as she took the candy bar. "Does Carl know about this?"

"Not yet." Daryl laughed.

Carol slid down the wall and took a big bite of the bar. "Mmmm," she moaned. "So good."

Daryl watched the expression that crossed her face, it could only be described as bliss. "That good huh?"

Carol nodded. She leaned over to place a small chaste kiss on Daryl's cheek, a thank you. At the same time, he turned to say something and instead of catching his cheek their lips met.

They both sat there shocked and still, lips still touching their breaths mingling together.

Then Daryl leaned forward applying a little pressure. Her lips went pliant under his, moving with them. Daryl reached up with his hand, sliding it around the back of Carol's neck holding her delicious mouth in place for his greedy assault. There was a minute his head told him to stop, to pull back, but hell she felt too good. Physical desire outweighed any thought of logic. His mouth and body were way to excited. She tasted like chocolate and somethin' else even better.

Carol moaned against his mouth. His kisses were hungry and eager. She tried to slow him down a bit, metering her responses. She slid her own hand up to his neck, her fingers tangling in the strands.

Daryl tugged Carol over onto his lap, causing her to straddle him and drop the candy bar to the floor. Daryl groaned, hauling her body up tight to his. Fuck, did she feel good. All warmth and softness. His tongue slid into her mouth equally keen in it's explorations.

Carol felt his hand sliding under her tank. His roughened fingertips slid slowly under her shirt, moving with steady purpose to the front and it wasn't long before his hand was cupping her breast over her bra. She trembled from the touch.

The sound of their breathing and kissing filled the room, echoing off the walls only to be interrupted by one sound.

"Found them," Carl Grimes grinned, triumphantly. "They are making out with tongue and everything!"