"It's like I said, there are still good people." Beth smiles.
Did she mean him? He wouldn't call himself good people, but if that's what it to help her, he supposed he was trying his hardest.
Beth sets the can of food down on the counter, and turns toward Daryl. She doesn't say anything at first, she only comes closer, and rests her head on his chest. He holds her, the warmth of her body against his was a welcome change to walkers grabbing at him. He put his arms around her, and pulls her tight, as close as he'd ever held anyone. Beths arms sneak up around his neck, and she presses her weight against him, her foot's hurting again.
He leans forward and picks up, hoists her on the counter.
"If it hurts just let me know." He says, finding himself in a fix with her legs gathered at his waist as if she's afraid to let go. Beth is holding on to him, and scoots forward, so that their torsos are held firmly against each other and he has to hold on to her thighs to keep her up on the counter.
"You want to get down now?" He asks, his hand not moving an inch; afraid in a way, that he'll do or say the wrong thing like he always does.
"No, not yet." She pulls Daryl towards her, and she kisses his cheek. It's soft, and gentle just like her. Beth runs her fingers through his hair, and he just stares into her. He feels his hand start to slide, and he has to press more closely into the curves of her body to keep her from falling. The gears won't turn in his mind, and he can't move. Meeting no opposition, she kisses him again, on the cheek but closer to his lips. Then on the lips.
She's too young, he thinks, but he lets her kiss him. When was the last time someone kissed him? He couldn't remember, he could barely remember his own name.
"Daryl." She whispered, running fingers over his shoulder's and then the hard muscle of his chest. His heart beat against her hand, and that's all he can focus on when she unbuttons his shirt all the way down and tugs it to the sides. He loves her soft hands touching him, caressing him like she knows he wants to as much as her. Daryl feels a sharp pull in his gut, a feeling he usually fought off on his own when no one was around.
Her hands reach down to his buckle. That stops him.
"Beth, what are you doin'?" He shakes his head, but still holds his ground. He looks into her eyes, and shes calm, very poised although her knees are trembling around him.
"I'm doing what I want." She smiled. She was so beautiful when she smiled.
He had to try and stop her.
"Don't you want your first time to be special?"
"It will be." She answers surely.
"So you haven't done anything like this before?"
"Not like this."
"Not with your boyfriends, nothin'?"
"No. It wasn't like this with them." She's pulling him closer again, hands going down again. "I care about you a lot Daryl. Just let me show you..." Her whisper fades out.
He didn't have the will power to stop her a second time, the urge was too strong.
"If you're hell bent..." He picks her up abruptly, his groin tight against her thigh. "Then maybe we should find a bed." He offers, his hands slipping under her behind to support her weight.
"Sounds good." Beth smiles.
