This exists somewhere within the verse of "Prisoner of War" as will all of my ficlets for Smut Week. It was the most logical choice because I needed established Bethyl that was slightly sexy for what I have planned, which will end up being full tilt explicit. So enjoy this little teaser to kick off Bethyl Smut Week and may the force (of Energizer) be with you this week. ;) I have to thank Popculturesalad like endlessly because she is my bae and she helped me get this out to you guys. So be sure and thank her! And read her fic "Certainty". It's amazeballs.
Beth leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve her panties off the floor, her fingers closing over the string of her thong. She pulled them on over her legs and glanced sideways at Daryl who was eyeing her, clearly somethin' going on in that sexy head of his. "What?" Beth felt a smile creep up on her. This happened often in his presence nowadays. Smiling for no apparent reason. Especially after they had sex, which, also, was often. He shook his head. "Nothin'."
"Just putting my panties back on in case we do something else with our day." She loved teasing him about his sexual appetite though it was getting less fun as he came to accept that part of himself as being normal. Now that he readily owned up to his desires and he was less apt to turn ten shades of red, it took some of the fun out of the picking. Though she had to admit, his relaxed attitude towards sex made other things more fun.
Daryl gave a derisive snort. "Those ain't panties. They're dental floss."
Beth giggled. "You weren't complainin' about them last night. The way you were looking at me in them."
All at once he lunged at her and her eyes went wide as she found herself pinned underneath him, his broad muscled arms propping him up on either side, his knee nudging her thighs apart for him to settle between her legs and she spread them readily, feeling him press against her. He was still completely naked from their rousting session of middle of the night sex.
"Told ya Greene". Oh his voice had gone all dark and gravelly and she felt a flood of wetness between her legs. "They were in my way. Kinda like they are now." He repositioned himself so he could run his hand down her body, fingers dipping in at her navel, swirling around once before toying with the hem of her pink thongs, pulling them back and letting them slap lightly against her skin.
She lost her breath a bit at the unspoken promise, that he was going to enjoy peeling them from her body. And soon. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you want me naked all the time, Mr. Dixon." He fairly growled at her then, deep, rumbling in his throat, and Beth gasped as he dipped his head down, pressing his nose into the sensitive flesh there.
"See now you're getting the idea, Ms. Greene." Almost immediately he came back up and pressed a quick kiss to her lips, pulling back to look at her as he played with the elastic on the leg opening of her panties, so close to her cunt she nearly shook with anticipation. But his eyes? They remained locked on hers. She had long ago come to the realization that he liked to watch her reactions to his touches more than anything else. She was not about to complain either. Having Daryl Dixon regard you so with his steely blue eyes whilst he fingered you to orgasm? Yes, please, and thank you.
"Guess this means we're not doing anything else with our day." She gasped out the last word as his finger dipped under the elastic of her panties, sliding home over her clit, the warmth of his callused fingers rough but slippery with her juices was enough to bring her hips off the bed and have her reaching for his arms, the sheets, her fingers clamoring for anything to hold onto.
She should have guessed he'd have that covered. He pulled her into his embrace, his hand spanning her back, protectively while locking her in place against him, submitting her to his will. He kept one hand free for the moment, to run his finger back and forth rhythmically over that bundle of nerves that would make her fall apart given the proper amount of time and coaxing.
"Nah I have other plans for us. Well for you anyway. But first we're gonna take these off." He pulled on the fabric of her thong. And then proceeded to do just that. He eased them over her hips and slid them from her ankles. He smirked as he dropped them to the floor. Right where she'd just picked them up not five minutes ago.
Back at the start of all this he'd complained that he was too old and he would never be able to keep up with an 18 year old. Beth vowed that soon she'd have to tell him he was wrong about that. She thought he was doing just fine. In fact she was starting to worry that she might not be able to keep up with him. His appetite was voracious and all male.
And as looked at her from where was kneeling before her on the floor in front of their bed, he gave her that look that let her know she was done for. He pulled on her ankles, sliding her to the bottom of their bed, her ass flush with the edge of the mattress while he knelt before her, putting his face between her legs, like he was contemplating a prayer and she guessed that's what he was doing because not five minutes later she was calling out. "Oh God Daryl yes!" at the top of her lungs while she quaked and shivered and shook as his tongue was relentless against her, flicking and licking and as he sucked her clit into his mouth, she fell apart finally, gloriously, loudly. She probably looked something like a fish out of water and sound like a siren but she didn't care if everyone did hear. It felt damn good. And she wasn't about to apologize for that kind of pleasure.
She would have never guessed all this would come from a pair of thongs. Then again, she would have never guessed she'd be on the receiving end of oral pleasure from Daryl Dixon. Not in a million years. No one else would guess it either she reckoned. She still rather enjoyed the look on her sister's face when she'd found out.
As she finally came back down to this plane after her near-earth-shattering orgasm, she turned the tables on him and pushed him back on the bed, wrapped her lips around his cock, making him grunt and groan out syllables in her name that weren't there and gasping out words that didn't exist. At least not in the English language. He came moments later with a gush of thick ropy streams, warm and wet all down the back of her throat. And she swallowed every drop as he lay a boneless mess beneath her, just like she'd been earlier.
It was a long time that day before they got up to do anything else that day and even when they did, all either of them could think about was coming back to their room and exploring each other all over again. They did come to an agreement though. She'd dispense with wearing the thongs and when possible, she'd wear no panties at all. She could tell by the smirk on his face before he closed his eyes later that night that he thought he was getting his way; having her relatively unclothed.
What he had failed to realize though was the power that would give her. Because she could think of nothing better than leaning over to whisper in his ear at breakfast. "You like this skirt baby? Good. Don't forget, I'm not wearing anything under it." Then just watch him melt into a puddle of desire and raw need into the floor under the table. Yes, this was going to be fun indeed.
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