Beth's hot and sweaty skin sings as she steps under the rapid spray of the shower. She tips her head back and sighs as the warm water massages her tense shoulders. After rising with the sun to help Maggie tend to Alexandria's ever growing crops she couldn't wait to jump in the shower as soon as she got home.

She thinks her daddy would be proud at what they're building as she watches the soil spiral down the drain, washing away the signs of a day's hard work. It reminds her of home; of hot days working on the farm until her clothes were more sweat and soil than anything else. The memory gives her a sweet ache in her chest, thinking about her life before. The sun was still high in the sky when she crept into the house they share with Rick, Carl, Judith, Michonne and Daryl.

Glenn and Maggie had disappeared into the tool shed mid clear up and when they hadn't re-emerged Beth had no intention of going to look for them. She knew exactly what her horny sister and her husband were getting up to beside the trellises and the spades.

So, Beth decided to enjoy a long relaxing shower while Judith was at Carol's and everyone else was out doing their jobs. As another sigh escapes her lips, she lets her fingers find the apex of her thighs, the tips drifting over her damp curls.

It dawns on her that with the house empty she could do something just for herself without any interruptions or distractions, and her fingertip slowly traces the line of her slit. When she lets her eyelids flutter open, her own face is staring back at her from the vanity mirror. Her gaze drops to the glinting metal of Rick's razor.

The corner of her mouth slides up as an idea starts to blossom. Stepping out of the shower onto the tiles and leaving puddles behind her she wonders how long it's been since she shaved her legs. She used to love to rub her palms over the smooth skin of her legs after shaving. It's a little luxury she can indulge in now they have a home again.

She gets a thrill as she picks up Rick's razor and thinks about how the next time he runs the blade over his jaw he will be none the wiser of its little trip down her pins. Climbing back into the shower she grabs the soap and starts a lather.

She takes her time, carefully dragging the blade up the length of her shins and gently stroking the skin around her knees. The smoothness of her skin is delicious under her palm as she touches herself beneath the spray for a moment. She's just about to set the razor back down on top of the sink when it occurs to her that her legs aren't the only place she used to shave.

Turning off the shower, she sits on the lip of the bath tub, water sliding down her limbs to collect in puddles on the cool tiles under her feet. She parts her legs slowly and stares at the tuft of blonde curly hair between her legs. Her mouth twists at the thought of using Rick's razor to make herself smooth down there.

Her stomach flutters with excitement and the idea of being able to glide her finger tips over her clit with no friction sparks a heat beneath her curls. Reaching for the soap, she rubs the bar across her mound and slowly builds a soapy lather. Placing the soap on the edge of the bath she pushes her knees farther apart.

Like a fork on soil she gingerly drags the razor down her mound. The hair comes away easily and leaves a wide strip of smooth milky flesh. Beth repeats the motion until the top of her mound is completely naked and the razor is covered in her curls.

She turns then to run the tap and rinse the blade, watching the hair wash away down the plug hole. She's sat with her hand outstretched towards the soap when the bathroom door flies open, causing her eyes to widen and snap towards it. Daryl prowls in, seeming not to notice her as he crosses the room and lets the door fall closed behind him.

Beth holds her breath and stares with wide eyes as he unzips his fly in one quick motion and takes a piss in the toilet. It's only when he's stood at the sink, rinsing his hands under the faucet that his eyes catch hers and he freezes. He spins around, pushing back against the sink. His eyes are drowning in panic as they meet hers and then widen as they drop like a stone from a great height to the space between her spread legs.

Daryl's nostrils flare as he exhales in a rush and for a moment Beth watches transfixed as his pupils dilate until his eyes are almost completely black. Then her knees snap shut as if of their own accord and her forearms fly up to cover her naked chest.

Blinking rapidly, Daryl rears back like a spooked horse , knocking the toothbrushes to the floor as he scrambles for purchase on the sink. Beth swallows hard enough to make her throat click as she stares back at him, razor clutched in her soapy fist.

She feels a violent blush flood from her hairline down her chest as she watches Daryl's face suffuse with red. His darting eyes fly up to her face before looking down and away, then finally zero in on the door. Beth doesn't think she imagined the heat in his eyes that wasn't embarrassment, not just.

Without a word or daring to look at her again, Daryl pushes away from the sink and strides towards the door with his head bowed so low Beth can see the flush colouring the back of his neck.

"Daryl, wait," Beth cries out.

He freezes, hand outstretched towards the doorknob, but he doesn't turn to face her.

"Can you help me?" She says quietly, her voice coming out younger than she means it to.

Daryl does turn to face her then, looking her hard in the face. So hard that Beth knows he is working hard not to look anywhere else.

"Beth," Daryl whispers, looking somewhere between incredulous and pained.

But he turned and as he stands there his breaths are laboured like he's finding it hard to breathe. Beth feels a flutter in her stomach again like she did when she slid Rick's razor down the mound of her sex.

She didn't imagine the heat in his gaze when his eyes dropped between her thighs just as she doesn't imagine the spark she feels there now at having Daryl Dixon flustered and completely at her mercy. His face looks panicked, yes, but when her eyes rake down his broad chest to the front of his jeans Beth sees that he's something else as well. Daryl is hard, and he's hard for her.

"Please, I can't see and I don't wanna cut myself," Beth says, in a voice that drips innocence.

With a centring breath Beth relaxes her muscles, letting her knees drift apart and her arms fall away from her chest. Daryl's eyes track the movement and flicker as they settle for a moment on her peaked nipples. His tongue darts out before he blinks hard and drags his eyes back up to hers.

"Girl, you don't know what you're askin'," he growls, knitting his eyebrows together before looking away.

"I know what I'm asking, Daryl," She says, voice coming out a little husky, a little more adult, "I know what I want."

That seems to get his attention, his upper lip catching between his teeth as he swings his eyes back to hers. When their eyes catch she feels the heat in his gaze like flames licking her skin.

"Please?" Beth says softly, her lips curling into a soft smile.

Daryl's eyes search hers for a moment, and she sees it as a sign that he's satisfied with what he finds as his tongue slides out to wet his lips again. Holding the razor out to him loosely, Beth sits up straight, tilts her head to one side and spreads her legs a little wider.

Beth watches his expression darken before Daryl practically falls to his knees in front of her, coming to land at her feet with his head bowed like a sinner in church. Her heart is pounding in her ears as he lifts his head just enough to look up at her through his hair.

When piercing blue eyes catch hers she has to bite her lip to steady the excitement making her body thrum. His eyes follow the motion. Watching his tongue run across his bottom lip, she wonders if he's imagining the feel of her teeth sinking into his lip instead of hers. A little moan pushes past her teeth at that and his eyes snap back up to hers, equal parts lust blown and equal parts panicked.

"Y'sure about this?" He mutters, so low it's barely audible but she catches it.

Blinking up at him slowly Beth just nods.

Daryl reaches out then and takes the razor out of her hand, leaving Beth's fingers tingling where his callouses brushed her skin. His other hand comes to rest on her knee, his wide palm wrapping her smooth skin in heat as he nudges her legs further apart.

He leans in like a moth to a flame, causing her pussy lips to spread as he moves her knee. The movement makes her pussy twitch as hot arousal rolls up her spine. They both suck in a breath and that's when she smells herself.

If she can smell the faintly sweet scent of her slick Daryl must be surrounded by it. When she looks down and sees him staring between her legs with rapt fascination she feels another spark but this time in her chest not her pussy.

She holds the edge of the bath tub in a death grip as his hand slides down her inner thigh. His thumb strokes down her pussy lip, pressing at the bottom to stretch it taught. His eyes are glowing with concentration as he brings the razor to hover above her skin.

Beth holds her breath, her thighs trembling as he gradually brushes the razor down one side of her slit. When he lifts the blade off to rinse it, Beth lets out a shuddering breath, her clit throbbing with want. His hands are huge and rough, moving with a deft precision that makes heat flare beneath them.

What would it be like to have him learn her with those hands? She thinks she might faint at the thought and grips the tub a little tighter. Daryl's thumb presses the bottom of her other lip taut and brings the razor down again. The tremble in Beth's thighs becomes a tremor and she flinches when his index finger nudges her swollen hood.

Daryl lifts the razor instantly but not fast enough to stop the blade from nicking the skin before the crease of her inner thigh. Beth gasps as she feels the tiny sting of the cut on her skin.

"Sorry," She whispers shakily.

Daryl's hot palm cups her inner thigh, his thumb gentling stroking her sensitive skin as his eyes swing up to catch hers for a moment. Beth sucks in a breath and holds it as the heat from his gaze threatens to burn her from the inside out.

His eyes only meet hers for a second before they drop back down. Beth's heart stutters as she watches Daryl disappear between her legs. She feels his hot breath stream across her throbbing pussy before his wet tongue flattens over the cut. A groan pushes past Beth's teeth as Daryl's hot wet tongue licks the blood from the cut, soothing the skin and sending sparks of arousal ricocheting down her slit.

Beth's head rolls back on her shoulders, her eyes fluttering like they want to close and that's when she sees him. Stood in the doorway dressed in his cop uniform is Rick, all hot eyes, hard jaw and dick straining in his pants.

Beth's hands fly up to grab Daryl's shoulders as she angles her body to hide behind him. She can feel his gaze looking up at her from where he's still nuzzled between her thighs, but Rick's got her pinned and she can't tear herself away.

"Is that my razor?" Rick asks, his voice huskier than usual.

Beth can feel the flames painting her cheeks crimson. Daryl pulls his head out from where it's buried between her legs and strains his neck to look at Rick, keeping Beth hidden behind his broad shoulders.

When his tongue darts out to wet his lips she watches Ricks eyes flicker as they follow the motion. Her breath catches in her chest as Rick reaches down and palms his cock through his jeans. She watches Daryl's Adam's apple bob as he swallows, and feels his hand tighten on her inner thigh, his finger nails digging into her soft skin.

"Might be," Daryl rumbles.

The blood pumps too fast around her body as Rick and Daryl's eyes catch. For a moment there is nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and it takes Beth a moment to realise that it's her own.

Suddenly Rick's eyes swing back up to Beth's and her ragged breath catches in her throat.

"Come see me in the bedroom when you're done here," He says, so low and rough her fingernails dig into the corded muscles of Daryl's shoulders.

Then Rick backs out of the door, pulling it shut with a soft click.