dum_spiro: (daryl :: happy :: wibbly :: reunion)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-11-21 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He's attentive enough to his chosen task that Carol can abide being unattended in other ways, for now, stretching out beneath him and luxuriating in the path his mouth takes. The little patches of her marred skin, some left unsutured out of fear and some for lack of opportunity and supplies, are an insufficient draw by comparison. Likewise, her hands slide over his back and she would swear there's nothing there but the perfect space for clutching him closer.

The fringe of his hair is tickling her again, sparking amusement in the little sounds of encouragement she's making. Her hips shift against him, less intention than instinct, open and waiting, but not so antsy. This feeling of being wanted, treasured for lack of a better word, she isn't in any hurry to nudge it to conclusion; she only wishes to return it, but there are limits to what she can offer in this position.
dum_spiro: (daryl :: happy :: wibbly :: reunion)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-11-22 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
She'd expected nerves, yet they haven't appeared excepting a passing thought to note the lack. What Carol couldn't have known is how different Daryl's touch would be than others etched into her memory -- so obvious, now, as to be laughable. There's more in it than want (though that too, gratifyingly). Want can take so many forms, it can hang heavy in booze-tainted breath or encircle a struggling wrist, it can ransack and tear and bleed. Or it can be devoted, yielding, seeking instead of taking. It can be offering and acceptance, it can be fingertips and petal-softness. She knows that, now.

The fit is smooth and perfect, drawing the breath from her in a long, airy note. She curls and flexes to meet him, pushing the pace only a hint here and there, and only after a round gasp that shows her thinning restraint. Initially she'd half entertained rolling off her back and hovering over, pressing down instead -- the intention is lost as her thoughts unfurl pleasantly, and so she finds her leverage in coiled limbs and clutching fingers. No pillow to muffle her this time but his ear sits conveniently close, her lips rest against it and withhold nothing of her sounds.
dum_spiro: (happy :: daryl :: deep kiss)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-11-22 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She is focused, wholly and profoundly, on him only, though not quite overwhelmed in the same sense as before (she hadn't expected to and isn't disappointed, though she is left sizzling a little). The heart of the matter is that she now has a good -- very good -- memory to start rewriting her history. Maybe she should call it 'their' history, since just now she can't imagine anyone else, though that... seems a tad intense. One very pleasant and satisfying step at a time.

"Holy shit," she says blithely, a fitting review of the day if you ask her. She kisses wherever on his face she can reach without moving, then plunks her head back on the mattress to catch her breath. Soon enough the air will cool and chill the sheen of sweat coating them and they'll need to move, for now this is just fine. Perfect.
dum_spiro: (daryl :: smile :: shoulder bump)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-11-22 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"You sweet talker." The joke has an undercurrent of affection, punctuated when she gives him a gentle squeeze. Though there are things they'll need to put to words eventually, it's nice not to need them for now. Carol knows he means to her and she to him, for the moment she can forget about whether she deserves it.

...On second thought, there is one thing that bears mentioning.

"We have got to do that again sometime." Even warmly lethargic as her mind is, she can't help but think ahead to whether she can get him on his back, next time. Maybe apply some advance planning and bring a picnic so they don't have to go anywhere for a long while -- except a shower, which is really the only thing that could make this better.
dum_spiro: (smile :: happy :: pookie)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-11-22 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It's so, so tempting to respond with something to the effect of 'now's good' because it's cute and cheeky and she likes the sound of it, though if she's honest she wouldn't really want him to take her up on it. Not that it wouldn't be fun, it's just that they both need to recharge a little. And for Carol, there's a little mental untangling that should go on once she can nestle today's events in with the rest of everything that's stuffed into her mind.

In the meantime, she's content with Daryl's earnest smile melting her heart and, hopefully, a hearty round of snuggling. There will be time later to let today's fond memories duke it out with her trauma.

"Good." That's all that needs saying, her intention clear enough in that one word. The other intention that seems clear enough is that they'll be staying put for a while, so Carol stretches her arms overhead and glances around. Damn, the way they landed has her blankets out of reach. She makes a put-out sound in their general direction.

"Much as I don't want to move..." Eventually this is bound to get uncomfortable, or chilly, or both.
dum_spiro: (happy :: daryl :: deep kiss)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-11-23 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Nabbing her blanket is an easy enough matter, she keeps pretty much everything within reach of the bed, just in case. A few flicks of the wrist get it unfolded and fluffed out, a warm wool blend that's cozy without being scratchy. Then she occupies herself with the far more important matter of sliding right up against him and pressing as close as possible. Kick him out of bed? Please, he'll be lucky if he gets a pass for dinner.

(She's still of half a mind to suggest a long shower, hot in more ways than one, but that might be a little like announcing to the household what's going on and that... there's no need.)
dum_spiro: (daryl :: happy :: wibbly :: reunion)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-11-23 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Considering her usual experience of post-sex activities involves an unpleasant mix of loneliness and disgust (and sometimes downhill from there), to say this is a welcome change would be vastly understating. Carol wraps around him as much as their recumbent position allows, returning his kiss with almost dreamlike ease. If there were any pressure for words between them this kiss well covers it; maybe they'll get there eventually, right now there's no need.

However long this clandestine little retreat goes on, she intends to make the most of it. They've learned too well to never trust in tomorrows.