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.
Now would be a bit much to ask, but he'd make a valiant effort. But there's certainly no reason to rush. He's got a lot less to sort through than she does, doubtless, but having nudged this door open it doesn't seem likely to slam shut right away.
For the moment, he mock-grumbles as he pulls away, managing to navigate the tricky task of moving back to the other side of her leg without crashing down on top of her now that he's not in such a hurry. It's a minor miracle, basically. Being a gallant sort he sets about fixing the pillows so they can sprawl out properly and pull the blankets over them, since he's not exactly in a hurry to leave and she doesn't seem to be kicking him out of bed and all.
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.)
Under the circumstances a scratchy blanket would be beyond intolerable. Everything else, really, is just about perfect, particularly once she settles alongside him. Wrapping an arm around her he leans in to kiss her, lazy and slow and pleased.
(He wouldn't mind joining her for that, once they've taken some time to enjoy this. They can probably be reasonably subtle about it. Maybe. Either way the benefits might outweigh the risks.)
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.
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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.
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For the moment, he mock-grumbles as he pulls away, managing to navigate the tricky task of moving back to the other side of her leg without crashing down on top of her now that he's not in such a hurry. It's a minor miracle, basically. Being a gallant sort he sets about fixing the pillows so they can sprawl out properly and pull the blankets over them, since he's not exactly in a hurry to leave and she doesn't seem to be kicking him out of bed and all.
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(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.)
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(He wouldn't mind joining her for that, once they've taken some time to enjoy this. They can probably be reasonably subtle about it. Maybe. Either way the benefits might outweigh the risks.)
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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.