Pushing Boundaries

by: FrankieLouWho

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Promise.

Notes: So, here we have the second installment of this smut-tastic fic. I'm not entirely pleased with it, but it's come out better than the other things I've been trying to write. I hope you all enjoy! Without further ado...

I don't know if they think I'm asleep, but they must - they're talking about me, like I'm not here. Rick is still at my side, head on my chest, but Daryl has slipped down the pillows and is lying flat on his back on my right. I keep my breathing even, enjoying the tender burn in my muscles from our activities. I don't even have the energy to blush.

"Think she knows what she started?" Rick's voice is gentle, hushed, and I try not to react. I want to look at them both, but I know if I move or make them aware of my conciousness, they'll stop talking. And I'm curious as ever as to what they think about everything that happened. Throwing myself at them, seducing them into taking my virginity. I knew that this could have never happened if we hadn't been seperated on our own, that the three of us were very close to missing out on this - whatever this was. I am so glad that it happened, and I want it to continue. Thinking of the pleasure that made my body hum and tingle, my breath hitches involuntarily and I feel Rick shift, probably checking to see if I'm awake. But I keep my composure, keep my eyes shut but not squeezed, and try to breathe normally. He must be satisfied, because I feel his beard scratch over my chest again as he settles back.

"Probably not," Daryl replies, and there is quiet chuckling around me.

"She's so young." Rick sounds tired, and I want to stroke a hand over his hair to comfort him. He's tactile, like me - Daryl is the skittish one. He's like a wounded animal, lashing out to protect himself, dodging physical touch like it would burn him. I was worried that he wouldn't let me touch him, when we made love - I was pleasantly surprised. "Maybe too young."

"Seemed like she knew what she was gettin' into," Daryl says. His voice is soft, gravelly, and I feel his warm, calloused hand slide over my belly and clutch my hip. He's touching Rick, too, the three of us connected in that simple gesture. "Maybe not the consequences, but she wanted it, Rick."

Rick sighs, and I wonder what thoughts are going through his head. Maybe worried about what Daddy would think, or Maggie - wonderin' what the rest of the group would think about the three of us. I don't care - I know it's a terribly immature, teenage-girl way to think, but I don't. I couldn't care less if they all marched into the cabin right now, caught us all tangled up in the bedsheets and each other. I feel like we would all be so happy to see each other, none of this would matter. Why should it? The world had ended - taking pleasure and finding happiness was something we could barely afford, and I wanted to cling to it as hard and fast as I could. Didn't matter if it was wrong - it felt too good to not be right.

"Don't know what the hell she was thinkin' though," Daryl went on. "Takin' all her clothes off like that, right in the open. Got some guts, she does." Another hand, I'm not sure who it belongs to, runs over my hair and I let a sleepy smile play over my lips. There's more soft laughter, probably at my expense, but being held tightly between their warm, naked forms, I can't help but feel completely content. They might be worried now, torturing themselves with regret, but I knew it wouldn't last. They had liked what we did too much - I knew it, because I liked it too. I felt it just as much as them.

"Kids these days," Rick says, and there's a long pause before the bed is shaking from their muffled laughter. "Just keep gettin' wilder." I sigh, and let my eyes blink open to study both of them in the darkness. Daryl's eyes catch mine, and I smile sleepily before shifting so that Rick is spooning me. I reach for Daryl, pressing my face into his shoulder as he rolls into me. I pull the three of us together, holding close, and let sleep finally take me away as I inhale both of their scents. It's the best I've slept in a long time, and I don't dream.

When I wake up the next morning, both men are gone. I stretch my aching muscles, sighing as I sit up. I've never slept naked before, but there is something delicious about it. From the window above, golden morning sunlight pours over my skin and I smile to myself before slipping out of bed. I realize that all of my clothing is downstairs, since I stripped it off last night, and I bite my lip fretfully as I wonder what I'm supposed to do. I might have been brave last night, but I don't know if I can climb down the ladder buck-naked in broad daylight. Torn, I glance around before I hear Daryl calling to me.

"Best git down here girl, ya gon' miss breakfast!"

Rolling my eyes at his gruff attitude and tone, I wrap the sheet around myself as best I can and slowly make my way down the ladder, not wanting to trip on the excess fabric. When my feet hit the floor, I heave a little relieved sigh, and turn to find both men fully dressed and studying me with cautious looks.

"What?" I ask, brow creasing in confusion.

Rick and Daryl share a quick look, repressing grins, and turn to their food. Huffing, I grab the bowl of oatmeal they're made me, muttering "thanks" under my breath before flopping onto the little sofa. I could feel their eyes on my body as I ate, and when I finally glanced up, arching an eyebrow in challenge, Rick just gave me a big grin.

"Ya should see yourself right now," he says, his way of explaining, and I frown. Maybe the sex last night has made them loopy - I give him a flummoxed look before shaking my head. I return my gaze to breakfast, feeling cranky suddenly. I don't know what I'm expecting, but it definitely isn't laughter at my expense. Maybe I thought I'd be lucky enough to get a repeat performance, but I can tell that these two aren't feeling that right now. They're having too much fun teasing me.

I'm viciously digging my spoon into my oatmeal, almost finished, when I feel fingertips slide over my throat. I don't flinch, even though I'm surprised, and find Daryl looming at my side with concern in those swimming-pool blue eyes. I suck in a surprised breath - the intensity and the close proximity. His fingers run over a sore spot, and I do wince slightly. He snatches his fingers back like he's been burnt, and frowns before stomping out of the cabin without another word.

"Dammit," I mutter, and I hear Rick sigh from across the room. He comes to my side too, kneeling down beside me. I recognize the look of concern on his face, the stern cop attitude firmly in place.

"He's just worried is all," Rick says, calm as a cucumber, and I nod. Those blue eyes, so different than Daryl's, even though they are the same color but different shades, have me entranced. "Thinks he hurt ya - but it's just hickeys, Beth."

"I'm fine," I tell him, nodding. "Just didn't even know they were there."

Rick smiles, mischief twinkling in his eyes, and his straight, white teeth making my heart pound. He's the most handsome man in the world, before or after. Well, he's definitely one of two most handsome men in the world... Before I can protest or even think, he's swooping forward and capturing my lips, soft skin but firm pressure, and I feel my eyes drop shut and my brain shut off for a few moments. Lust, hot and heavy, settles in my pelvis, and I moan quietly as he tilts his head and runs his tongue over my mouth.

Too soon, he's breaking away. "Be a good girl today, Bethie. Don't get into too much trouble," he adds, with a wink, before touching my hair and slipping out after our redneck. I shake my head, trying to clear away the haze, but wind up staring into space thoughtfully for a few moments as I evaluate what my life has become.

I'm having sex with two men, and those two men happen to be kind of into each other, as well. I'm not sure how far they are willing to take that, but I've seen what they're willing to do with my body, with me. I want it to continue more than anything - I might be sore between my legs, but I want them all over again. Anyway, every way that I can have them. I know that I'm not the strongest, that I'm not a fighter like my sister, but I do have a place among these men. I can make sure they have something worth fighting for, something to come home to. That might sound kind of sexist, but it's what I'm good at. And I don't feel demeaned, I don't feel used. I feel like I have a purpose, as I stand and bustle around the small kitchen, cleaning up the mess they made with breakfast.

I gather my clothes up, slipping my T-shirt and sweats on and gathering the under-things. We don't have a lot of laundry, but the dirty gets put into one pile together. I do it all while the men are out hunting or scavenging, or looking for others from our group. The pile has grown quite sizable, so I decide that I might as well get the laundry going before I start to clean the house - while it hangs on the line, I'll do the other work. I'm humming under my breath as I set about to do my chores, and I can't keep the silly, love-sick grin off my face as I work.

Judging by the sunlight, it's early evening. I startle awake, having fallen asleep as I read on the couch. The clean laundry is folded up in a pile on the kitchen table, and it's spotless within the cabin. I even found a candle in one of the bathroom cabinets, and the room smells like a mixture of the woods and vanilla-sugar cookies. It's a pleasing combination. The book I'd found was some boring law-thriller, but the words blurred on the page as the day wore on. I didn't know if they wanted me to start dinner, but it wouldn't take long to warm up a can of soup and make some rice. I had been holding out hope they would catch some meat, and that was why I was reluctant to start cooking.

I stand and stretch, yawning loudly, before the door swings open and smacks into the wall. Daryl stalks in, looking like someone pissed in his coffee, and turns his blue gaze on me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, immediately feeling worry pick up my heart rate. His eyes sweep over me, head to toe, and I wonder if he's still upset from this morning. But he simply drops his Horton on the coffee table, shrugs off his leather vest, and yanks me towards him roughly. Hands stroke over my face, cupping my cheek and the love-bites on my throat, blue eyes staring into mine with concern.

"Ya hurt?" he asks, and I shake my head quickly, wondering where this is going. "Ya 'bout to." Then he's kissing me, and it's soft and shy at first. Until I wind my fingers into his shaggy brown hair, pulling him firmer against me, moaning into his mouth. It's then that I feel Daryl loosen his tightly reigned in control. He groans too, loud and rumbly, and his tongue snakes against mine in a slow, teasing dance. I know better, somehow, than to fight for dominance against the rough redneck. Instead, I give myself completely over to him, letting him set the pace for our kissing and touching. When his hand finds my breast, thumbing my hard nipple, he breaks away and his lips ghost over my forehead, panting.

"Daryl..." I start, but the dark look he gives me cuts me to the core.

"Rick'll be in, in a sec," is all he says, before his lips are crashing on mine again and I'm lost in the feeling. Swept away comes to mind, and I moan wantonly as he palms my breast and tongues my mouth, broad strokes that remind me of what he did to me last night, when he was inside of me. It isn't until I feel another set of hands tugging my shirt over my head that I realize that wishes do come true, and I've got both of them again, wanting me.

I know it's different this time, there is more heat and less uncertainty in both men as lips and fingertips and hands are ghosted across my skin, working me into a frenzy. I lazily reach behind me, finding Rick's neck and leaning my weight into him as Daryl dips down to capture one of my nipples between his teeth, tugging gently but with the perfect amount of pressure that sets me off. My knees buckle slightly, and Rick is there to hold me up, muttering hushed words and nipping at my earlode as Daryl manipulates my body, giving me all the pleasure he can. When he kneels down, tugging my sweats off, I feel a blush settle over my skin. I haven't showered since yesterday, and I hope it's ok as he tossing one of my legs over his shoulder and spreading me open.

"Gonna eat you up," he murmurs, like he's not even talking to me anymore, before his tongue is tasting my slit and making me squeal in delight.

"Fuck, oh God," I moan, my body going slack. I can't even think to feel guilty that Rick is simply standing there, holding me body up so Daryl can continue his somewhat frantic assault. I'm lost, I'm shivering and tingling, and all I can do is grip onto both of them and ride out the sensations that overwhelm me. I feel Rick grinding his arousal into my ass, Daryl's hands bruising my hipbones as he holds me in place. I rock my pelvis back and forth between them, and Daryl grunts into my pussy as he slides a finger inside of me.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard," Rick whispers into my ear. It's all I need, combined with Daryl's fingers working me up, his tongue circling the bundle of nerves that make me explode, and I'm tipping over the edge and my orgasm washes over me like a wave. I'm shaking, the muscles inside of me clencing around Daryl's finger for the briefest moment before he yanks his hand away and stands up, licking his lips again. He gazes at me for the briefest of moments before flicking his eyes to Rick, and then in a move that leaves me completely stunned, they're kissing each other.

Rick licks at Daryl's lips, cleaning the residue of my orgasm from his face before Daryl sucks his tongue into his mouth, and they're kissing passionately enough to make my toes curl into the soles of my feet. I'm breathless, watching, until they pull apart with some unspoken conversation in their eyes. Something happened today, while they were out - I don't know what, but I want more of them. Whatever has gotten them so worked up, so frenzied, is contagious. I give a pitiful whimper, and that's all the reminder they need that I'm still here.

"C'mon," Daryl says, tugging my arm and nudging me towards the ladder. "I want you on that bed, naked, on your knees." He practically pushes me up the ladder, and I scamper up quickly to obey. I don't know what's gotten into him - yesterday, he started off so shy and gentle. There's no trace of that now.

I pull off the sweats and quickly fall to the bed, on my hands and knees. There are a few long moments of silence, before I hear them climbing up after me. It only serves to make quiver in excitement and anticipation. I don't look over my shoulder as I hear them taking off their clothes, and then I feel hands on me and the bed shifting under their weight. I want to moan but swallow it down as one hand strokes the arch of my spine and over my butt, before sharply landing a slap on one cheek. I hiss out a breath.

When I lift my gaze, it's to find Rick in front of me, stroking his cock and watching. I felt Daryl behind me then, both hands running over my body, up the backs of my thighs and then over my sides and down to my hips. He yanks me back, impaling himself inside of me, and I squeak in surprise. It hurts - it hurts worse than last night, but he doesn't stop. I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth, determined to take whatever he can dish out because I can sense that he needs this, needs to control me and I want to take the pain for him. To make him feel better.

Blindly, I reach for Rick, and he quickly takes my hand and squeezes. We must be on the same wave-length, as he just holds my hand and lets me squeeze as hard as I need to as Daryl pumps into me, hips slapping harshly against my bottom, and I feel myself relax. I open my eyes, giving Rick a hooded-eyed look, and he's scooting down the bed so that I can capture his cock between my lips. As I lick and suck, bobbing my head in rhythm to Daryl's punishing thrusts, I feel the tingles and electricity begin to shoot through me again. It's when Daryl reaches around, fingers finding my clit and plucking at it, that I really begin to moan. It's hard with Rick's dick in my throat, especially when he arches up beneath me and slides too deep, making me gag.

"Fuck," Rick rasps, gathering my hair in his fist and using it to hold my head steady as he thrusts into my mouth.

"That's it," Daryl says, feeling me reacting to him. Maybe he realizes how hard he was being earlier, as his hips begin to slow and slide at a more leisurely, teasing pace. I'm captured between them, arching and moaning. Where I was sore earlier, I'm suddenly not - instead, I feel the intense need to reach completion. I push back against Daryl, catching him off-guard, and he huffs at me.

"Please," I say, pulling back from Rick's hard dick for a moment to beg. "Please, Daryl - I need -"

"I know what you need," he cuts me off, and then he's pounding into me again, hitting a spot inside of me that makes my eyes roll back in my head and a long, deep moan roll off my lips. Rick guides my lips back to him, impatient, and I grip the base with one hand and use the other to cup his balls. He jerks in repsonse, and I glance up to his face to see him watching me with a look of amazement. It's the look in his eyes that makes me tremble suddenly, that makes the heat inside of me swirl and flicker, and then Daryl shifts and rubs just right -

"Oh! Fuck me! Yes!" I'm crying out, and there are tears in my eyes as I thrash beneath Daryl and shake. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I slump against the mattress as I try to catch my breath. Daryl pulls of of me quickly and I feel the hot release spill over my back as he comes as well. He's quiet though, grunting under his breath as he finishes. Rick is watching us both, stroking his cock and looking almost smug.

"Ya ready for more?" he asks, and I nod. Of course I am. I'll take anything they give me, everything, and always be left aching for more. "Want you under me."

"But my back -"

"Don't care," Rick says, and he flips me onto my back and nearly knocks my breath out of me. I spread immediately, but before he pushes his length inside of me, he leans down and is flicking his tongue over my clit in the most teasing, maddening way. For some reason, the idea that even after Daryl has fucked me, that Rick is putting his lips and tongue all over me there - it makes my breathing hitch and a low, husky sound comes from my throat. I'm turned on beyond belief, even more than yesterday, which I didn't realize is possible.

Slowly, Rick leans back and his blue eyes are all I can focus on. He's almost glaring down at me, eyes narrowed, but I can tell that it's lust from the tension in his arms and shoulders, the way his belly clenches. He grabs my thighs, yanking me up his legs and positions his cock at my entrance. His entry is swift, taking my breath with it's force. I feel Daryl's gaze on our bodies, where we're joined, and then his hand snakes out to knead my breasts.

"She's shakin'," Daryl murmurs, but I don't think Rick is paying attention. His eyes fall shut, mouth unhinged as he makes good on his earlier promise. Gonna fuck you so hard. My body is jerking with each snap of his hips, and my hands grip onto his sweat-slick shoulders. I'm clinging for dear life, my body tingling already with the build up of my orgasm. It feels like it's going on and on forever, each stroke bringing me the tiniest bit closer, but it feels so damn good, so electrifying. My toes curl and my back arches. I'm lost to the sensation, Rick's forceful love making and Daryl's hand sliding down my body, tickling my tummy and caressing my hip bones. Rick's hands shift to cup my ass, and he groans loudly as he squeezes both cheeks.

"Not gonna last," he growls, between clenched teeth, and Daryl begins to rub my clit in quick, short strokes. It's exactly what I need, and before I can blink my body goes taut as a piano wire, before I'm crying out and trembling as the muscles inside of me clench tightly around Rick. He all but howls as he finishes, barely pulling out in time. We're both panting, sweaty, and exhausted as he collapses on top of me.

Not wanting to have him feel left out, I reach for Daryl and instantly he's sliding down the bed and curling in on my side. I manage to press a sloppy kiss to his lips before shutting my eyes - my last thought wondering what happened today that got the both of them so worked up. I can't worry, as sleep takes me before I can think any further.