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The First Time

Summary: Daryl's first time. This is based on Norman Reedus' comment that Daryl was a virgin. Of course, he meant emotionally. I choose to take it literally, very literally.

The circumstances were not important. They were irrelevant because they were here now. In the dark room, on the old creaky borrowed bed. Alone. Yes, the circumstances were irrelevant as their accelerated breathing circulated in the room. Her blue eyes shy and needy locked on his. They reminded him of the lake behind the Dawson's old house where some of the only good memories like fishing with Merle resided from his childhood. Her eyes were a cerulean blue just like that lake on those first days of spring. It was a quite a metaphor. Wasn't that what his eight grade teacher constantly was yacking about, metaphors? He never really the understood concept back then but now he did. Yes. Her eyes reminded him of that lake because right at this moment, he was drowning in the shimmering depths of their blueness unable to inhale.

She was unsure. A myriad of sensations frightened and excited. The look in his eyes. God, it took her breath. Her body vibrated, the adrenaline swirling around to settle in her lower belly. A deep, aching need building. A prayer on her lips. God, please let this be happening.

He reached forward his hand less than steady as it landed on her bare arm. His fingers gripped, tightly. His fingertips savoring the warm, soft texture. His eyes dropped from her eyes to her lips, watching as they parted slightly, an open door invitation. He lurched forward. It was ungraceful their first kiss. His lips pressed hard and eager against hers. He was completely unprepared for the overwhelming need for more that soared through his body. It was different than anything he had ever experienced before.

His lips pressed against hers with a fever that she had not anticipated. She gasped a little her own hand coming up to clutch at the well-defined bicep of his right arm. When he broke for air his breath hot, panting over her mouth, she took control. She leaned forward capturing his upper lip between hers sucking lightly. His response somewhere between a growl and grown grew her timid confidence. It wasn't like she was used to taking the initiative or control. Her life up to this point had been all about lack of control to the point of repression. Hell, she had only been with one man.

When she took his lip between hers, he almost came in his pants. The sensation zipping and zinging through his body causing tightening everywhere including his heart. Did she know? His inexperience taunted him. He was backward and surely in this she would realize just how much.

Her eyes opened as she ran her tongue along his lower lip. It was so full, taunting her with its plumpness. She was surprised when his tongue darted out, grazing hers. She could have cried with the pleasure of it. She moaned as his tongue slid into her mouth.

His tongue alive in her mouth, exploring. The slip and slide of tongue against tongue. The ache between her legs grew and her panties dampened.

Was it like this every time with everyone? It couldn't possibly be, right? Or who would ever get anything done? God. Her mouth. She tasted so sweet, a flavor he couldn't define as anything else. His tongue moved veraciously over hers. He could do this all day and all night except his body was throbbing for more. God, did she taste this good everywhere? She was sure to be the death of him.

Their mouths broke free as they both gasped for breath, staring at one another. Their expression mirrored in each other's eyes. Shock and awe.

"Fuck," he choked out.

She swallowed hard, stumbling in her speech. "I..."

His eyes narrowed on hers, his nostrils flared a little. "Ya,"

She shook her head. What the hell was she going to say she could barely string together comprehensible thought much less full sentences?

His hand slid up her bare arm brushing across her shoulder coming into contact with the weather worn cotton sleeveless that she wore often. He moved over the material quickly, slowing as his fingers ran into the bare skin of her neck. Oh! Warmer, soft skin. His fingers splayed out moving steadily to slide up the column of her neck curling around the back bringing her mouth and head back to him. Oh yes, that mouth.

His kiss was hungry and eager. It took only a couple of seconds before their mouths fell into a rhythm, their rhythm. She barely registered the change in position as he eased them backward onto the bed. She moved her hands to circle his neck. Her fingers threading upward into his soft, fine hair.

He moaned as his body moved on top of hers. His knees instinctively insinuating themselves between her legs, working them apart. It was not difficult, she put up zero resistance and he was determined. He lifted and shifted aligning himself. "Fuck!" The word roared from his mouth as his body fell perfectly against hers and her hips cradled him, welcomingly.

Fuck, she thought. His hips moved. Her hips moved. This way and then that way. The outline of his erection rubbing against her clothed core. Their bodies beginning a deliciously carnal bump and grind. She was going to come. In her pants. Yes, fuck was definitely the word. She wanted him to fuck her. It was the most graphic thought of her life.

His mouth rose and descended, latching onto the delicate skin of her neck. He sucked. Hard. Her skin tasted as good as her mouth slightly salty from the fine layer of sweat building. He nipped, wanting to devour her struck by an overwhelming possessive need to mark her. No one would ever touch her, now. She was his. "Carol," he groaned her name into her neck. "Please." He had no idea and every idea of what he was pleading for in that moment.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as their movements sped up. His body pressing harder and faster into hers. Her hips arching up seeking out the pressure with an all-encompassing fervency. The burn was relentless inside her. She was not used to this intensity, this feeling. Never in all the times Ed had sex with her did she feel this way like she hurling toward the cusp. It excited and frightened her. She remembered only feeling like this once when she had been alone in the house using the vibrator she had bought in a moment of desperation. The vibrator made her feel like this. This aching climb but she had pulled back in fear from the intensity of the feelings. It had been too much. Her heart racing, she wondered would this be too much?

A/N: Let me know if it is worth continuing? My original thought was to capture Daryl first time with sex and Carol's first time having an orgasm. It could get graphic if you want. LOL! Too my SVU readers, I will try to update something this week or weekend!