Opening her eyes, she looked around at the battered walls; blinking to clear them, she went to sit up but felt the weight of his arm around her. Grinning to herself, she slid her arm around him and pulled him to her. He stretched his lean form beside her, snuggling closer to her as the blanket uncovered his naked form. Blushing just so, she pulled the blanket back over him as a grin crept to her lips. Running a hand through her hair, she remembered everything that happened the previous night with GREAT DETAIL as she continued smiling. His hands on her skin, his mouth on hers, his body flushed against hers, the passion that rolled over them … yep, last night happened the way she remembered. She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, trying hard to stifle the chuckle that was rising in her chest. He had told Michonne off and came with her … he had walked off from Carl, Judith, Enid, Daryl and Morgan to be with her. She bit into her fist as she held him close. He had chosen her OVER Michonne, he had actually chosen her. Opening her eyes, she looked at him pressed into her and she let a little chuckle escape her lips.
He twitched his nose. "Wasofuny," he mumbled.
"Nothing," she replied.
Yawning, he stretched and pressed into her as he opened his eyes. Lifting his head, he looked down at her and grinned. "Morning."
"Morning," she smiled and ran her hand over his cheek. Lifting the blanket, he slid atop her then looped her legs around his waist. She giggled as he began nibbling on her neck as he moved slow inside her. "I thought I wore you out last night."
"That was last night," he muttered into her skin.
Wrapping her arms around his body, she held on for all she was worth. He was taking his time this morning, savoring every inch of her. Sighing, she brought a hand around and lifted his face to hers. "I want those lips."
"Well then," he grinned and pressed his mouth to hers. Their hands began roaming over each other as he kept the pace slow as he tossed the blanket off. He pulled her legs tighter around his waist as he quickened the pace. His mouth lifted from hers as he sat up to watch the pleasure etching itself across her face. "Someone's horny this morning."
"Surprised you are after last night," she replied cattily.
"You," he growled with pleasure and pounded her hard till she came. He pounded hard a few more times till he spilled deep in her. Dropping his head onto her shoulder, he curled back around her body. "Time to go back to sleep now."
"Okay," she laughed and held him. "You are too much."
"So are you," he smiled and lifted his head to look down at her. She gnawed on her lip as he looked at her. She wondered if he would see her now, see who she really was under the red hair. Tilting his head to the side, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You remind me of someone."
"Yea, but you never said who though."
"It's the strangest thing," he mentioned and sat up, pulling her atop him, "you look like her in some ways and in others you're nothing like her." Reaching his hand up, he ran it over her face then over her forehead. "It's so strange how much you look like her."
"Like who," she spoke, running her hands over his face, "say her name."
"I think you know the name," he murmured as he kept looking at her. He brought his hand around to the back of her head and ran it through her hair. He felt the dips in her skull, felt the cracks and then his fingers found it in the scalp. He traced his fingers over the indention, the part of her skull that had been blown out by the bullet. Tears rolled down his cheeks as their eyes held one another. He leaned back to look at her better … long red hair swept up in a messy ponytail, blue eyes glistening with tears, rosy lips puckered and full from their kissing.
"Say her name," she smiled and cupped his cheek. "Say my name."
A tear rolled down his face, hitting her hand. "Beth."
"Hi handsome," she smiled and kissed him fully on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.
