For Bethyl Smut Weekend
AU sometime in the future when Beth has been living in Alexandria for some time. She (obviously) lives with Daryl, sharing Aaron and Eric's home.
"What about this?"
Daryl lifts his head from his seat on their bed, watching as Beth steps out of the bathroom in her fourth dress of the evening. It's blue and wraps around her soft curves perfectly. Putting her hands on her hips, she smiles and twirls in a circle, waiting anxiously for his opinion.
"It's nice," he mutters, shifting uncomfortably to hide his arousal as he eyes her smooth legs, now tan from seeing so much sun.
(Why she bothers asking him how she looks is beyond him…she looks perfect in every damn piece of clothing she puts on)
He remembers the first time he saw her in a dress, a week after her arrival to Alexandria. The party was in honor of her…and when she had walked down the stairs in that yellow dress and her long hair curling down her back, Daryl knew he was completely fucked.
"You've said that about every dress!" She huffs, making her way over to him so that he has to look up to meet her face. "It's Maggie's birthday, this is very important!" She places her hands on his thighs, leaning in so her nose brushes his. "Pick one."
By the look in her eyes, he realizes she is well aware of his predicament.
Oh, my girl.
"I like all of 'em", he replies smoothly, putting his hands against her hips and using his thumbs to caress her skin underneath the dress. Her eyelids flutter and he smirks, knowing he has a very similar effect on her.
"Daryl…" Her voice tightens as his hands move up her sides until they reach her breasts, cupping them lightly as she leans into him.
It's when his thumbs begin to circle around her nipples that she makes a weak attempt at dislodging herself.
"Daryl, Aaron and Eric are still home…"
"So? And we got some time before we need to go," Daryl smirks up at her flushed face. "Besides, Greene, you started this."
She looks down at him, considering him before she bites her bottom lip to hide a smile. "I guess I did…"
He's rock hard and that is all the confirmation he needs.
"Lift up your dress," he growls against her breast, before pushing her lightly away.
He watches as she steps back and bunches up her dress, pulling it swiftly above her waist to reveal a pair of pink panties.
She's looking at him with anxious eyes as she waits for his next command.
"You wet?"
"Yes," she replies instantly, voice rough and unsteady.
"Come here."
Once she's before him, he grasps her panties and practically tears them as he yanks them down her legs. The second Beth steps out of them, he's taking off his belt and shifting out of his jeans. He doesn't need to instruct her further, as she's already spreading her legs and sitting at the edge of his lap once he's finished.
He sighs as her hands run through his hair and she finally draws him in for a passionate kiss. She gasps when he forces her mouth open, wanting to be as close to her as possible. Even when he's within her, he can't seem to get enough…he can't seem to ever be too close to her.
He wants to simply kiss her for a time, but she's trembling and he can feel how wet and desperate she is against him. Not breaking away from her lips, he pushes her legs further apart and inserts a finger into her without any hesitation.
"Oh god, Daryl," she breaks away from him to gasp. He moves his lips down her neck to suck on her throat. The idea of Beth showing up to the party with his mark on her spurs him on and he soon pushes a second finger into her, loving the way she's beginning to rock against him.
She's soon fucking herself earnestly on his fingers, her own fingers gripping his hair as a lifeline. He covers her mouth once more when she releases a particularly loud moan, and it is just when he feels her about to come that he pulls his fingers away.
"Daryl, wha…" He cuts off her confusion by lifting her higher to align himself and then slams into her in one practiced glide.
They both hold nothing back, rocking against each other in earnest and their groans echoing against the walls.
It's no surprise that a moment later, there's a knock on their door.
"Jesus Christ guys, you do realize there are two other people in this hou-"
"Go away Aaron!" Daryl growls, thrusting even harder into Beth.
Just a few more moments and Beth's orgasm washes over her, her mouth open in a silent cry as he soon follows after her. She hangs heavily against his body, threading her fingers through his hair and leaving soft kisses on his shoulder.
"But honestly, what dress did you like the most?" She asks, completely breathless.
He chuckles, pulling back so he can look at her. He doesn't notice her scars as much anymore, but right now he presses gentle kisses down each one, even the circular one…he presses a deep kiss to before resting his head against hers.
"The yellow one…I liked that."
She gives him a warm smile and shakily removes herself from him, smoothing out the dress.
"I thought you might."
After a few minutes of fixing themselves up, they walk out of their room to find Eric and Aaron standing a few feet from the door, trying very hard to appear angry.
"How many times do I have to pound on your door to shut you two up?" Aaron asks, arms folded across his chest.
And with a look of pure innocence, Beth replies, "Just until Daryl and I are finished making up for lost time."
And when Aaron and Eric break out into peals of laughter, Daryl honestly doesn't mind.