Ch. 4 - Sadly here it is, the final chapter. I've had a blast with this. Thanks to everyone who has taken time to read it and to those who have posted feed back!

Carol did not want to move, ever, but her bladder was telling her she needed to, very soon. They were still laying silently on the couch, naked bodies pressed together both for warmth and comfort. Daryl was gently running his fingertips up and down her back, her skin pricking with goosebumps in response.

"Don't you dare move," she warned, jumping up. "I'll be right back." Carol walked quickly to the bathroom. She closed the door and felt her way around in the dark, as the glow of the lantern faded away. She found the toilet and sat down, smiling as her hand hit a roll of toilet paper. Carol finished quickly and stood up. She pondered whether to try flushing the toilet and opted for just putting the lid down for now.

When she flung open the door the main room was pitch black. "The lamp must have run out of oil," she though. "Daryl?" she called out quietly, trying to get her bearings and get back to the couch.

Carol squealed in surprised when she was suddenly lifted her feet. "What are you doing?" she laughed, settling into Daryl's strong arms.

"Taking you to bed," he said simply.

He somehow found his way through the darkness without any trouble and as they approached the bedroom she could see a faint light from under the door. Daryl kicked it open gently and Carol gasped. There were half a dozen candles lit and flickering, casting a dim glow over the room. "How did you do this?" she asked in amazement. "I was gone for less than a minute!"

Daryl shrugged as he placed her easily in the middle of the bed, "I just put them all back where I took them from earlier."

Carol stretched out on the comfortable bed and reached out her hand for Daryl to join her. "Thought you said you weren't romantic," she teased.

"I'm not," he said, with a half smile, "But I needed some light to see this damn fine body of yours." The way he was staring made Carol shiver with pleasure and she watched his blue eyes comb every inch of her. He slipped in beside her and slid an arm underneath her bringing her head to rest comfortably on his chest. "Are you tired?" he asked quietly, resting a hand lightly across her tummy below the navel.

"Oh Lord no," she answered quickly. "I don't care if I never sleep again." Carol nudged her cheek against his chest, feeling his nipple stiffen in response. She sat up and looked at him, "So I know you were being all sweet and romantic here and I really hope I'm not ruining anything you planned... But let's fuck!" She laughed at the look on his face, "seriously, let's just fuck like wild animals! We're completely alone here, we can be loud and rough and there's no one around to hear us." She shifted to straddle him, "this may be the only chance we get for a long time."

Daryl didn't respond with words but grabbed her hips and sat up, pulling her tightly against him, he took the briefest moment to look into her eyes before he devoured her lips in rough kiss. His tongue plunged deep inside her mouth and found hers, gliding and twisting intensely. Carol was gasping for breath when he finally pulled away, catching her bottom lip with his teeth and bitting softly before releasing her.

Before she had a chance to fully recover she found herself being lifted and flipped onto her back. Carol let out a little squeal as she landed on the soft mattress. Daryl reached for her hands and pinned them above her head. For fun she decided to test his strength, knowing she was no match but not wanting to make it too easy for him. She pressed against him with all her strength but he barely budged. Daryl smiled smugly down at her and switched it up so he held both her wrists with one hand. After trying again Carol pouted up at him in defeat. With his free hand he touched her pouty bottom lip and she quickly bit his finger.

"Ouch," Daryl said pulling his hand back to examine the finger. "You will pay for that," he threatened lightheartedly.

With a satisfied grin she gave up the fight, "go ahead, make me pay."

Daryl started his assault on her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples over and over, and Carol groaned with pleasure. He moved to her neck and she could feel his warm mouth on her skin right where her heart was pounding. He nipped lightly down her neck then bit hard on her shoulder and the slight pain felt incredible in contrast to the gentle kisses.

He continued to cover the front of her body with kisses, everyone once in a while bitting her in strategic places, her neck, earlobes, lightly on her nipples. Daryl rolled her onto her stomach and shivered as his trail of kisses worked their way down her spine. He was gently groping her ass moving lower to brush her moist centre, teasing her mercilessly.

Just before flipping her back over he gave one ass cheek a hard spank while biting the other. Carol yelped as her body rolled once again. She held her breath as the soft bed sheet began to soothe the sting on her ass.

Daryl took a minute to study her face and she couldn't help but smile back at the cocky grin he displayed. "Ok, we're even," she said, finally releasing her breath slowly.

"Good, but I ain't done with you yet." Daryl licked the middle of her stomach in a suggestive hint as he moved lower.

Carol grabbed Daryl's head to stop his progress and quickly slid out from under him. "Nope, this time you're first!"

Daryl was not going to argue. He flipped obediently on his back and felt his heart start to pound with anticipation. His cock was already hard but he felt it stiffen even more just with the thought of what was coming. It had been a long time since he'd had a blow job and although he had admittedly thought about her sucking him off many times while masturbating, he never imagined it could actually happen.

It was everything he imagined and more from the first second she took him into her warm mouth. Daryl fought to control himself as she sucked, hard, over and over, fast then slow. He almost lost it when she took him deep, unbelievably deep, but survived when Carol took a break to lick the tip.

She was about to go deep again but Daryl couldn't stand it any longer. He quickly got up, positioned her on the edge of the bed and took her from behind. Daryl fucked her hard and fast, driving deep every time. The sounds she was making with each thrust were driving him wild. She said his name over and over begging for more. He wanted her to come first but it was taking everything he had to hold on. "Come on baby," he growled and the sound of his voice was all she needed. Daryl felt her body ripple with pleasure as she cried out and he finally let himself follow, closing his eyes as his own body shuddered with hers.

Moments later they were lying side by side in bed, damp with sweat, still trying to fully catch their breath.

"Wow that was way better than jerking off," Daryl said with a laugh.

"I know exactly what you mean," Carol replied with a knowing smile. She laughed when he looked shocked. "What, you thought it was only the guys masturbating, alone in their cells at night?" She shook her head, "men can be so dense." Carol snuggled closer, "what do you think about, while you're doing it?" she asked.

"Um... I... You first!" he said, turning the tables.

"Well, I guess it used to be celebs. Ya know, Brad Pitt, George Clooney." Daryl never really understood what it was about Clooney that drove women wild; Brad Pitt, he understood. "But lately," she paused. "Well the last few times I've thought about you. I tried not to, but I would lay there all alone and picture you riding off looking sexy on that damn motorcycle and next thing I knew I was imagining you coming in my cell and it was your hands that were touching me, not my own." Daryl felt his face get hot not only from her admission but the fact that he had imagined similar things about her. "I actually had to avoid you one morning because I just couldn't look you in the eye after all the things I thought about you doing to me." She wasn't going to let him get away without answering, "ok, your turn."

"Aw fuck, I don't know. It's different for guys, we don't always have to think, we just grab it and get the job done." She looked disappointed so he kept talking "but maybe I have pictured you naked a few times... Or wondered what it would be like for you to suck my dick."

"Was it as good as you imagined?" she asked quietly.

Daryl wondered how she could go from confident to doubtful in a matter of seconds. "No," he replied, feeling her stiffen. He leaned, their lips almost touching, "it was so much better." He kissed her tenderly, silently thanking her not only for that night but for each moment they had already shared and a promise of what was to come.

Daryl had just pulled away when he felt something wet on his ass. "Damn dog," he said as the puppy leapt the rest of the way onto the bed and started licking their faces instead.

When Carol fell asleep he got up and blew out the candles. Daryl pulled back the bedroom curtain a bit and let the moonlight shine in. He looked at the beautiful woman laying their fast asleep with the pup curled up at her chest. "She's mine furball," he said softly, climbing back in bed Daryl wrapped his arm around Carol and covered them both with a sheet. He felt her take a deep breath and heard her sigh contently before he drifted off as well.

"Good morning sunshine."

Carol woke with a start at the familiar voice. Her eyes flew open and she grabbed the sheet, making sure she was covered. "Oh my God, Rick? What are you doing here?"

Daryl groaned, "Fuck, what is going on?" He rubbed his eyes and looked up to see Rick grinning at them.

"Late night?" Rick asked, with a chuckle.

Daryl looked like a deer caught in headlights. "It's not what it looks like," he stammered, face turning red.

Carol laughed and shook her head. She looked at Rick. "It's exactly what it looks like," she said with emphasis on exactly.

They shared a laugh as Daryl groaned again and fell back onto his pillow. Just then Michonne poked her head into the room. "Well it's about damn time," she said, looking from Daryl to Carol with a tiny smile. "When you two love birds are ready we'll be waiting." She motioned for Rick to follow.

Before he was gone Daryl called out, "Rick, any chance you can pass in our clothes?" Rick appeared momentarily with a heap of clothing under one arm. He tossed it on the bed and held up the purple panties in the other. Rick flung them at Daryl's head. "I somehow never pictured you as the thong wearing type, Dixon," he teased as he walked out shutting the door behind him.

Carol giggled at the uncomfortable look on Daryl's face. "Don't worry, they'll get over it soon. The joking won't last too long... I don't think."

"You know when we walk out that door I go back to being a badass right?"

Carol smiled, knowing he was serious but at the same time it wasn't going to change the way he felt or what they had shared, "I know. So I better do this once more before we go." She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He responded easily and she slid her tongue in his mouth. Thankfully the puppy took that moment to interrupt with a bark or Rick and Michonne might have been waiting a lot longer.

It was a glorious sunny day as they emerged from the cabin fully clothed and carrying the supplies they had found. The puppy trailed at Daryl's feet as he went to talk to Rick. Carol could overhear them arguing about pets and smiled to herself when Rick easily gave in.

Michonne joined her as they headed to the car. "Glenn and Maggie found the bike last night but it was getting dark and they had to head back," she explained. Carol nodded and watched as Michonne stole a glance at Rick. She looked back a Carol and stopped walking for a second, "So how did you do it?"

Carol smiled brightly at her and then looked at Daryl who had picked up the puppy and was petting him gently, "You just have to make him talk."

The end!