Daryl had hit his limit. He knew he was far from a good man. He'd seen too
much, done too much, well before the world fell apart. But even he knew there
were still things in this world worth fighting for, worth doin' right by. Beth
was one of them. Daryl desperately wanted to be the good man she thought he was.
But everyone had a weakness and somehow she had became his. He felt
responsible for her, but it was more than that. What exactly he didn't know.
Everyday he spent with her, it seemed to get stronger. He didn't understand it. He certainly didn't want it.
It made him nervous. It made him angry. It made him want to run away.
It made him want to pull her under him and kiss every inch of her until she screamed his name.
Her lips were so damn soft and sweet. Just as he knew they would be. Daryl had
spent hours looking at those lips, daydreaming about 'em. He couldn't believe he
was getting to taste them, that she wanted him too. Every press and slide of
them against his own sent electric pulses through his whole body, making him
shudder and groan.
The hand that was gripping her arm a moment ago, moved lower, and settled on
the curve of her hip where her shirt had ridden up, carefully squeezing and
rubbing circles in her warm flesh. Her skin felt like silk under his rough
hands, and the traitorous part of him couldn't help but think how right it felt to
finally touch her.
Beth hitched out a breathy-sigh. Daryl felt her lips part and slid his tongue
hungrily against hers. He could smell her sweet skin, finally feel her soft wet
mouth. Lust was boiling in his veins, stealing all reason and control. All his
senses were immersed in her, and it still wasn't enough.
Wanting more, needing more, he pulled away from her mouth to nip and lick at
her throat, while his hand continued to explore the bare skin on her stomach and
upward onto her thin rib cage. His fingers smoothing over the delicate bones,
and then further still, just skimming the lacy edge of her bra. She arched to
bring him closer, and moaned his name. Loudly.
Shit
He froze. Fighting through the fog of lust, he remembered where they were &
how just how screwed they could now be, if they were found out. He pulled back from her.
His muscles instantly tensed for a fight or flight reaction.
Beth was gazing at him dazed, momentarily unaware of what had happened to make
him stop. He quickly put a finger to his lips letting her know to be silent, and
her eyes widened. Remembering where they were and the potential danger just a
few rooms below them, Beth visibly blanched. Alarm was now written all over her
face as well.
Keeping his finger on his lips, he glared down the vent, looking for any signs
that they might have been heard by the group. There wasn't anyone directly below
them. Daryl couldn't hear voices or footsteps close by. There were no voices
raised in alarm on the lower-floor either.
The seconds ticked by excruciatingly slow as they waited and listened.
Finally when he felt that maybe they had dodged that bullet, and were safe for
now, he looked up and met Beth's eyes.
"That was stupid", he whispered, running fingers roughly through his hair,
pushing it out of his eyes. His body still tensed for whatever their foolishness
might rain-down on them.
"I'm sorry", Beth whispered, watching him.
"Don't", he whispered gruffly, "s'not your fault".
"I was pushy", she whispered.
"You were", he replied softly with a crooked-grin.
Beth covered her face in embarrassment.
Daryl gently removed her hands so he could look into her eyes. He wanted to
kiss her all over again, but didn't. Instead, he told her what was on his mind.
"Truth is, I never wanted anything more. It's wrong, but I want you too, Beth, even though I shouldn't.
She started to protest, but he cut her off with another silencing finger to
her lips.
"This isn't the time or place for that stuff. Safe as we feel right now, we're
not. We are in a bad-way stuck up here. We lose focus, we get caught, maybe
hurt, maybe killed. It's as simple as that."
"I know", she whispered back timidly.
They lapsed into silence for a moment. Daryl watched her face and he could
tell she was mulling-over everything that had just happened in her head.
Different emotions flitted across her features until she settled on one that
made her smile.
"It was so wonderful", she said on a sigh, head resting on her crossed-arms as
she looked over at him and blushed.
Daryl gave her a wry look as he gently touched her pink cheek and skimmed his
fingers across the edge of her face, the pads of his fingers coming to rest on
her lips, swollen from their kisses. His voice suddenly hoarse, he whispered
back, "I know it".
Footsteps on the stairs let them know they needed to knock-off the whispering.
Daryl relaxed a bit when he saw it was the lovers back again. Not that he was
hoping for a repeat performance, but their unguarded return let him know that
the group had not heard them in the attic.
Dinner must be over, and the group was most likely settling-in for the night.
It was getting late now. The only light in the attic was coming from the vent
below them and one small window across from where they lay. It bathed everything
visible, in a silvery-blue glow.
He hoped this time for less skin and a lot more conversation from these two
lovebirds. Preferably about how long they were planning on squatting here. More
than tonight, and plans would have to be made.
Daryl had a few flash-bangs stashed in his bag. He thought he could chuck one
from the attic window if they were desperate. The loud explosion outside the
house would be a distraction that would allow them to escape, hopefully without
too much opposition. He knew it was not a good plan, would probably attract
every walker for five miles, but at the moment, it was the only feasible one he
had to get them out without having to face the whole group below head-on.
Or, he mused, he could always come downstairs, guns blazing like Dirty Harry.
But that was always the worst-case scenario. Daryl didn't trust these strangers,
but he didn't want to shed their blood unnecessarily either. He was no killer.
But he would do it without hesitation to protect them. The lessons of the last
years stayed with him. You don't trust anyone outside of the group. And the
group at the moment was just him and Beth.
The woman, Sarah, started to undress. The man, Joe, took a seat in a corner
chair near the bed. There was no urgency in their movements this time. Daryl
could see Joe's face clearly. Exhaustion was evident. But something else was
etched on his features as well. He looked tense, worried.
Sarah was down to a Tshirt and panties, making no move to undress further. Just
getting comfortable to rest Daryl guessed. Her face was turned away, so Daryl
couldn't see it clearly. But from the set of her shoulders, he could tell she
was tense too. Although not as much as the man. Daryl sensed something was up.
"I'll get you settled and then I'm up for watch." Joe said wearily.
"I wish you'd let me go with you" Sarah pleaded.
"Sarah baby, you've been up for two-days straight. You need to sleep. You heard
Mike. We're up and out before dawn."
"Lay with me for a minute?" Sarah said with a smile.
Joe's face softened. "Love too, babe, but you know where that leads."
"Would that be so bad?" Sarah said, flashing him bedroom eyes.
Joe laughed. "You're insatiable"
"I just know what I want," Sarah said with a toss of her head. "And I want you.
That's why I'm pushy"
"No pushing needed babe. I always want you. But you seriously have to sleep,"
Joe said lovingly.
Sarah pouted. "Just a few minutes please Joe? Then I promise I'll go right to
sleep."
Daryl's eyes snapped back to Beth. The couples conversation eerily mirrored
their own from just a few moments ago. All that talk about the woman Sarah being
pushy to get her way. He wondered if Beth'd picked up on it.
She met his gaze and smirked. Yep, she did. And now he could almost see the wheels
turning in her pretty blond head. He knew he'd never be able to resist her for long.
If she kept pushing, he knew he was royally screwed.
Joe climbed fully-clothed into the bed with Sarah. He lay on his back, and she
scootched-over to rest her head on his chest. With deft fingers, Sarah
unbuttoned his shirt, and spread the material aside so she could lay her head on
his bare chest. Joe chuckled and stroked her long brown hair.
"Like I said, insatiable," Joe drawled, acting put-out, but with a smile behind
his words.
"I just wanna feel your skin, hear your heartbeat," Sarah breathed. "Having you
close, loving you, makes me forget all the bad stuff. I only think of you."
Joe wrapped his arms around her, clutched her tighter to him, and kissed her
hair. "I love you so much Sarah. Nothing's more important to me than keeping you
safe."
In response to her lover's possessive words, Sarah rolled so that she was now
on top of Joe. He groaned and anchored his hands on her hips.
"Babe, we can't..."
Sarah silenced him with a kiss. "We can. We'll be quick."
Joe groaned and rolled her over, yanking her panties down with one rough pull,
while Sarah pulled off her shirt. As soon as she was naked, she moved towards
her lover to unbutton his jeans and wriggle them down over his hips. The second
he was free, she wrapped her hand around him and began to slowly stroke him.
"What do you want?" He breathed, his voice hitching as her hand moved faster.
"Just touch me." She pleaded
Joe put his hand on her breast to caress it. He growled low in his throat and
then his mouth followed his fingers. Sarah laced her fingers in his hair to
anchor him close as she whimpered out her pleasure.
Daryl knew he was in trouble the second Joe climbed into that bed. He hadn't
even looked at Beth since the couple began again and he could already feel his
resolve slipping further. It wasn't just the sex show that was making him weak. It was
because Daryl was beginning to see that these people were right, despite his damn
nagging-conscious telling him otherwise.
In the old world, he and Beth made no sense. She was young and innocent. A sheltered high-school
girl from a steady family with future college plans. He was just about her polar-opposite. There path's
wouldn't have even crossed back then, and Daryl respected that. He respected her family's raising
her right and steering her away from people like him and Meryl.
But in this new world, where every day they faced misery and death? In this world, He cared for her,
too much really, in ways he didn't even fully understand. He would only trust himself to keep her safe
now. Anything less was unacceptable. And she wanted him. God, he couldn't even think about it
without smiling. She wanted him, and he wanted her and they could die at any moment.
There wasn't much good left in this world. If people can find comfort
together, and more, than who had the right to say it was wrong? Only a stupid
man didn't grab what happiness he could when it was staring him right in the
face.
And with that self-serving thought, he looked up and found Beth's blue eyes
looking back at him. God, she was so beautiful. He knew he was past the point of
telling her no. Maybe it made him a weak bastard, but in the end, who was he to
deny her what she wants, what they both want, when the friggin' world was
ending? Just the idea of finally giving in to his desires had Daryl's blood
pounding in his veins. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
Feeling bold, he reached out and touched her cheek again. Her pale skin had a
silvery-blue tinge in the moonlight. To Daryl, it only added to the dreamlike
feeling of the night. The two of them, cocooned together in the pitch darkness
of the attic. His head swam with the possibilities as he looked her over.
Beth seemed happily surprised when he leaned in to kiss her. He had said no
more, but he had obviously changed his mind as he slowly explored her mouth again.
Beth wrapped her arms around him, encouraging him. He could hear her breath
hitch and speed up, as their kisses grew bolder quickly. Within moments, she was gasping
and moaning again. He immediately pulled-back. She looked at him with a question in her eyes,
but Daryl wouldn't compromise on her safety. No way, no how.
He glanced down the vent. The couple was so engrossed in each other, that they
did not hear Beth's moans. Their own cries of passion drowning out any noise
coming from the attic.
Leaning over to whisper in her ear, he said, "No noise. We can do stuff, not
everything mind, but some." He paused. "I want too. I really want too, but no
noise. Understand?"
Beth bit her lip nervously and nodded. Daryl leaned in and placed his mouth
over hers. Her lips were warm and full. He could feel her soft breath feather
across his lips as they slid against hers. It made his heart pound and his groin
tighten. They had barely started and he was already hard for her again.
He pulled back just a bit to gain a little clarity and gazed down at her. Her
eyes were heavy-lidded, her heart was pounding. She managed a tentative-smile,
when she saw him watching her. He quickly dropped his head back to hers, a
little more forceful this time, pushing past her gently parted lips. She
shuddered as he brushed his tongue against hers. Beside him, he could feel her
hips starting to squirm, seeking to press against him. Daryl ran his hand down
her thigh, hooked his fingers behind her knee and yanked her flush up against
him. Beth had to bite back a squeal at the sudden movement and contact against
her core. Daryl held her leg tight for a bit just to keep her close, relishing
the heat of her against him.
Below them Joe and Sarah were nearing their end. Daryl found himself jealous
listening to the couple's noises as they loved each other freely. What he
wouldn't give to hear Beth moaning and crying out from his touch.
Beth leaned back, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt. She fumbled
with each one, as their lips continued to explore each other. Quickly, she
had his shirt hanging open, her hands rubbing over the bare skin of his stomach
and chest.
Daryl tore his mouth from hers and latched onto her neck, sucking hard. He felt
Beth's nails dig a little into his skin, then flex her fingers, caressing the
wiry-hairs on his chest. When she reached his flat nipples, she shyly rubbed and
pinched just a bit. Pleasure shot straight down to his groin like an arrow, making him throb and ache even more for her.
Desperate for more contact, he rolled her over onto her back and lay on top of
her, positioning himself between her thighs. Instinctively, he ground himself
against her. He knew she could feel him hard against her and he watched as Beth's
eyes widened in surprise and pleasure as he rocked into her. He had just
enough sanity to slant his mouth over hers before she moaned loudly again.
They both froze at her barely muffled-noise. They were panting, heartbeats
pounding in their chest. Daryl leaned over and stole a glance down the vent. He
saw that while he and Beth were lost in each other, the couple had finished
their lovemaking, and Joe had left the room. Sarah, was asleep, breathing
deeply, under blankets in the bed.
Looking back down at Beth, Daryl gave a nod that they were still ok, and with a
smirk, put his fingers to her lips to silently remind her to keep quiet. Beth
pouted but nodded up at him. As terrifying as it was that they could be caught,
part of him was thrilled that she was so vocal and uninhibited with him, that
she was as affected by his touch as he was hers.
With deliberate slowness, he pushed her tshirt up, bunching the material past
her breasts. He wanted to give her time to stop him if he was going too fast for
her. He flicked his eyes up to her face to gage her reaction. She was biting her
lip, watching him with a hooded gaze. He took her silence as a yes, and skimmed
his fingers past the softness of her stomach, over her ribs and stopped just at
the edge of her bra. Cupping his hand over her breast he felt its soft weight in
his palm and caressed it gently. She sucked-in a breath at the contact,
Her lacy-bra was thin, almost transparent. He could see the outline of her
nipples against the material. He gently rubbed over them, feeling them harden
under his fingertips. His eager fingers played with them until he felt her
squirming and bucking against his hardness.
She was so responsive, so sexy. She had Daryl's head spinning. Not seeing a
front clasp on her bra, and needing to taste her right now, Daryl huffed out his
impatience and shoved her bra up and out of his way, bunching it up by her
throat.
Bare before him, Daryl took a moment to just look at her before dipping his head
to kiss her sensitive flesh. Beth keened low in her throat, and arched against him,
as his lips slid across her flesh. Knowing she wouldn't keep in control, but not
willing to stop, Daryl gently placed his hand over her mouth before laving his
tongue over her nipple. She bit down on his palm to keep from crying out as he
licked and suckled her.
Needing more still, he quietly rolled off her to yank open her jeans and snake
down her zipper. Not pausing to see her reaction, he pulled off her boots then
worked her jeans down over her slight hips and further still so he could finally
feel all of her.
Daryl once more covered her mouth with his as he gently cupped her and with deft
fingers, explored her outer folds and the sensitive nub hidden within. She was so soft
and wet, the he had to grit his teeth to keep in control. Beth writhed and moaned from
his touch like a woman possessed. He swallowed every noise that she couldn't contain
with his kiss, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
With a shaky hand, Beth touched his cheek so he would meet her eyes. He leaned
in close to her so she could stutter out her whisper, "I feel...Daryl...I
need...I never..."
He smoothed her hair back from her damp face, looked deep into her eyes and
gently kissed her lips. "It's ok, I know. I've got you."
She looked up at him, her blue eyes so trusting. She was so damn amazing. He
continued to explore her, delighting in every movement and muffled noise.
Watching her, he sensed when she was beginning to lose control. He slanted his
mouth over her lips again to stifle her cries, just before he slowly pushed his finger
up inside her, gently stretching her while his thumb lazily circled her nub over and over
again. The combination sent her over the edge. Beth's neck strained, her stomach
muscles clenched, her legs tensed and shook as she fought back her cries of delight
while her orgasm overtook her.
Daryl looked down at her and knew he'd never seen anything so beautiful as her right
now, come undone by his touch. With gentle fingers, he caressed her skin as her
breathing calmed. Sated and exhausted, she met his gaze and smiled, her eyes full
of emotion. For the first time in weeks, she looked happy. Knowing that he made
her this way, stirred something in him that he couldn't name. Overcome by it all, he
planted kisses all over her bare body, empowered that he could, while her pulse slowed.
With a weak hand, Beth pulled him up against her so they lay side by side again. Linking
their hands between them, she watched him as she slowly kissed his lips. Untangling
their fingers, she skimmed her hand down his bare chest and down further still to
grasp the edge of his jeans, and tug open his belt. Within moments, she had his pants
open and was pulling them off his hips. Daryl looked up at her and shook his head no.
Beth knitted her forehead in a frown, and skimmed her fingers under the elastic of
his underwear, not wanting to listen. Daryl rested his forehead against hers and
reached down to firmly grasp her roving hands.
His body was screaming for her touch, but Daryl knew, even in his lust-choked
brain, that he couldn't keep ahead of this if she touched him like that. He
needed to keep a clear-head to keep them safe. He looked down at her, keeping her
wrists pinioned with his fingers. Her frustration and desire evident in her face as she
mouthed to him, "please?"
Daryl leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly "I can't. Won't be able to stop
myself once we start. We're playing with fire as is girl."
She felt so good, too good. But no way was he taking things that far. His recent
revolutionary ideas about what he and Beth could be together didn't extend to
first-time sex in this attic with danger only a few feet away. When they were finally
together that way, and now that he'd tasted her, it's was impossible to think he
wouldn't have her that way, and soon, He wanted her somewhere private, where
they could enjoy each other without having to censor themselves. Hell, he wanted
to hear every moan, every squeal coming out of her sweet, pink mouth. He wanted
her to beg him to never stop. He wanted to feel her come apart and cry out his name
over and over again.
Grinding herself against his hardness, Beth wasn't ready to take no for an answer.
"Just let me touch you a little" she breathed into his ear, "I really want too."
Before he could answer her, the bedroom door below them swung open. Daryl released
Beth's hands and they both looked down the vent trying to make out what was
happening with limited moonlight to see by. Joe and another man came rushing in.
Shaking Sarah awake, Joe pulled off her covers and tossed her clothes onto the bed.
"Wha...what's happening? Deaders?" Sarah stuttered as she fumbled into her clothes.
The other man answered her as Joe cagily looked out the bedroom windows.
"Fire. Huge fire to the north, moving fast. Winds blowing south. We've got to go. We've got to go now."
In the darkness, Daryl could just make out a faint glow coming from the bedroom window below.
He looked over at Beth who nodded and began to dress quickly and quietly.
They'd wait until the group was clear, and then sneak out.
Zipping up his pants, Daryl looked up to see Beth watching him. She looked nervous and scared.
He pulled her to him and hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head.
"Come on Beth, we gotta go."
Grabbing their gear, they made their way out.
End of chapter 2. So, they're out of the attic and on the run again. Never a dull moment in a zombie apocalypse! Thank you so much for the kind reviews. This chapter was a bit long, but I hope it still read well. Let me know what you think.