A/N: Pretty short and not my best work but had to get it out of my system.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters; I am merely borrowing them and will return them when I'm done.

Reunion

"Daryl, what're you-?" Carol's question was cut off as he pressed his mouth to hers and continued to push her backwards until her bottom hit the edge of a table in the deserted library. His pelvis was pressed into hers and she could feel his need. Heat flooded her core and she felt her panties moisten, thighs squeezing together involuntarily. He pulled his mouth from her and stared at her intently; she understood – he was asking permission.

The time for talking and figuring things out would come but their reunion today had ignited their slow burn, turning it into a raging passion and both of them were powerless to stop it. Carol nodded once and that was all Daryl needed.

Their mouths met again and before Carol even knew it, Daryl had her pants and underwear down around her ankles. He pulled his belt and jeans open while wedging a knee between her thighs. He was going extremely fast but neither of them minded at the moment, they needed this connection after being apart for so long.

Pulling himself free, Daryl pushed her up onto the table and positioned himself at her slick entrance. Once again he drew his face away from hers, not to ask permission, but to watch her face as they finally came together as one. Foreheads pressed together and eyes locked, he slid in slowly. Her eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as she took him in. It was an amazing sensation and he prayed it didn't end too soon. Once he was in completely, they both remained still, savoring the moment.

Daryl's mouth found hers again and he kissed her softly before his face moved to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, kissing, nibbling, and licking that sweet spot as he began to move. Each thrust was punctuated by his hot breath on her neck and Carol moaned, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingers tightly grasping his shirt.

Neither could really believe this was happening. They loved each other, that much had been made clear when she was gone. But neither had realized just how deep that love went until Carol returned. Daryl had never felt anything like it before; he didn't even know how to describe it. All he knew was the second he saw her standing outside the fence was the second the world felt right again. Now here they were, finally together and not a damn thing was going to change that.

He picked up the pace. Every little sound she made was driving him crazy and pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Carol slid her hands around his waist and into his pants, groping his ass and pulling him tightly against her.

"Keep . . . going . . ." she panted, wrapping her legs around his waist and fingers tangling in his hair. He merely grunted a reply, hips snapping into hers as his body tensed and his pace became erratic. Carol cried out as she reached her peak, walls tightening around him with a rush of warmth. Daryl followed quickly, muffling his roar in her shoulder as he poured himself into her.

They collapsed on the table, panting and slick with sweat among other things. Daryl's legs could barely hold him up and he found himself sliding to the floor, dragging Carol down with him. He lay on his back, her head on his chest and the rest of her curled into his side. The concrete was soothingly cool against their flushed skin as they caught their breath. The world and all of its problems could wait. For now, all they needed was each other.

-END-

A/N: Not even sorry. This needs to happen when Daryl and Carol are together again.