Prompt: Bethyl in the shower. Maybe during "Still" or "Alone" when they're not really together but there's still this spark between them. Maybe things get a little hot in there after the initial awkwardness/shyness?

Let the Sparks Fly

Beth bit her lip as she watched Daryl try to relight the pilot light. If he could get it lit they would be able to actually take a shower. She needed to get all of the dirt off of her. She was pretty sure she still had walker guts and blood in her hair. "Got it," he said standing up. "It ain't gonna stay on long, only enough for one shower." He wiped his hands on his jeans. "Go on," he said motioning towards the bathroom.

Beth bit her lip and looked at him. "You know…I don't mind sharing. You need one just as bad as I do." She could see him thinking about it. It wasn't something they would normally do. But they both needed a shower, so they mine as well. They could work it out so they could keep their modesty. Finally he nodded, getting shy and pulling back into himself. She smiled and nodded. "Good, let's go." They walked into the bathroom and he gently set his crossbow down on the counter.

"Get in and undress and start the water." Beth nodded and climbed in behind the shower curtain, pulling it back in place and started to take off her clothes. She could see his silhouette through the curtain. She watched him as he started to remove his clothes. She fully understood what they were about to do that moment and a hot blush covered her cheeks as she started to pull her clothes off. She tossed her clothes over the curtain and started the water. It came out freezing, but it slowly started to warm up and Beth moaned as the hot water splashed down on her.

"Oh my god, Daryl, it feels so good," she moaned out, letting the water fall across her. She heard the curtain being pulled back as he slipped inside. Her blush heated. She started to turn around, but she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't." She blushed as he reached in front of her, taking the shampoo that had been left in the house and poured a generous amount into her hair. She bit her lip, moaning as he washed her hair for her, it felt so damn good. Her head fell back on her shoulders and relaxed into his touch. He lathered it up, using his short nails on her scalp before he rinsed it out gently, so he didn't pull. Once he had it all rinsed out, he grabbed the conditioner. After he'd worked it through her hair he started to rinse it, but Beth stopped him.

"I'd like to leave it in a bit," she admitted.

"Okay."

She started to turn around but he stopped her again. "Daryl, you need to get under the water. Reluctantly, he let her turn around, and he was a complete gentleman about it, he kept his eyes on hers. Carefully they maneuvered themselves around so he was now under the water while Beth lathered up the pouf and started to wash all of the dirt and grime off of her body. She didn't miss the fact that Daryl kept his back to her the whole time. She didn't ask him about it though. Instead, she bit her lip and murmured, "I need help getting my back." His eyes snapped open and he looked at her for a minute. He motioned her to turn around as he removed the pouf from her hand.

Beth swore her blush had to be the shade of a tomato by now as she turned around, presenting her back to him. He worked slowly, methodically, but it still turned her on. She could feel the heat rising inside of her every time his skin brushed hers. He pulled the nozzle of the showerhead down and gently let the water cascade down her back and she couldn't swallow the moan. She turned around, taking the pouf back from him. She didn't say anything; she didn't want to spoil the moment. Instead, she started washing his chest, keeping her eyes straight forward. He didn't stop her and she didn't stray any farther than his hips.

Daryl's hands enclosed around hers and she slowly looked up at him. "Not a word." She nodded her head as he slowly turned around. She couldn't swallow the gasp that caught in her throat. His back was marred with ugly scars. He tensed, ready for her to run. But she didn't. She realized in that moment that she loved Daryl and that meant loving every part of him. Slowly, she started to wash his back, taking extra care on his back. He shivered under her touch.

When she was done, he took the nozzle and held it over her head, gently rinsing out the conditioner in her hair. They were both surprised the hot water had lasted as long as it did. When he was done, Beth slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. Slowly, she reached up and cupped his face. "Kiss me," she whispered. He stared at her for a moment, his hands just hanging at his sides. He looked like a lost puppy, she realized. He looked…vulnerable. Slowly one of his hands came up and cupped her face, his hand wrapping around her neck as he bent down and kissed her.

Beth moaned into the kiss. It felt better than she ever could have imagined. His lips were soft against his as her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed closer against him. When her nipples brushed his chest they both moaned and his other arm came around her waist and pulled her closer against him. Close enough she could feel his hardening cock against her belly. She moaned, her hips rubbing against him.

Daryl groaned, low in the back of his throat as he backed her into the wall, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat from the water still spraying down on them and the sensations he was pumping into her body. "Daryl," she moaned out, her fingers pulling on his hair. "God, please, I need this," she begged.

He rested his forehead against hers as he grasped her ass and lifted her. "You sure?" he asked. Beth nodded, burying her head in his neck as he slowly slid into her. He stretched her in the most delicious ways, slowly rocking in and out of her. Her fingers dug into his skin as she clung to him. The position he was holding her in caused his cock to rub against her clit with every pass and it had her shaking and mewling. "Shit, Beth," he groaned out as her pussy clenched and contracted around him. "Always knew you'd be heaven."

"I'm so close," she whined as his pace increased. The water had turned frigid by now, but neither one of them noticed, too wrapped up in each other.

"Come for me," he whispered, his voice hot and gravely in her ear. That's all it took. Beth cried out his name, her nails drawing blood from the intensity of her orgasm as it milked his own from him. They shook, holding onto each other as he reached over and shut the water off with one hand. He rested his forehead against hers and she looked up into his eyes. "Should get dressed," he murmured.

She nodded her head, still panting. He helped her out of the shower and dug around for a few towels under the sink. They wrapped the towels around them, quickly drying off. "Let's go look for some clean clothes." He nodded and followed her into one of the bedrooms. As they dressed Beth realized that things had changed between them. She realized that she loved Daryl with her whole heart. As she watched him dress, covering up the scars from his past on his back she made a vow that she would heal the ones on his heart.