The two made their way back to Beth's apartment in silence. When Beth was turned around unlocking the door, Daryl grabbed her phone out of her back pocket and programmed in his number causing Beth to gasp when she felt her phone leave her back pocket. After Daryl programmed his number in, he pressed his phone in her hand so she could do the same. When she handed his phone back he turned around and left.
"I'll text you the plan." He called over his shoulder. Beth stared after him for a couple of minutes before she retreated to her apartment. Whether Beth liked it or not she was developing a crush on Daryl and little did she know he was developing a crush on her too.
She went to the bathroom and wiped off the makeup and changed into more comfortable clothes. Her phone buzzed and she grabbed it expecting a text from Daryl.
I'll be at your apt by 7:30 tomorrow night. Wear what you had on today and have your fake id. Be ready. -D
Beth put her phone on the charger and fell into a fitful sleep thinking about the next day.
~~~~~the next day around 6:50 pm~~~~~
Beth's nerves had been eating on her all day. She couldn't stop thinking about what she was getting herself involved in. Last nights events played in a continuous loop in her head. Most of all, she couldn't stop thinking about Daryl. Tall, dark haired, blue eyed, muscled. Bottom line, he was gorgeous but there was something else about him that Beth couldn't quite pin. Something mysterious, deep and alluring. He seemed trustworthy, but Merle was a different story. He was definitely dangerous, but the more time she thought about it he seemed like a big teddy bear. A big teddy bear with drugs and guns.
Beth absent mindedly twirled a blonde curl as Daryl filled her thoughts once more. She unlocked her phone and checked the time. Daryl would be here in forty minutes and she had a shit ton of things to do concerning her appearance. Beth sat up on her bed and huffed, tossing her phone on her pillow. Before she even thought of getting ready she needed a drink. Beth grabbed her phone and padded into the kitchen. She sat her phone on the counter and started rummaging through her fridge. 'Jackpot!' Beth thought as she dug out a Red Bull. Beth popped the cap on the can and took a swig before retreating to her bedroom.
Daryl wanted her to wear what she had on the previous night, but Beth had other things in mind. The outfit would be similar, but would be tweaked in a few places. Starting with her shoes and jeans. Beth dug around in her closet until she found her old black Vans and her ripped up black skinny jeans. Beth quickly stripped and pulled on the jeans and Vans. She always thought she looked amazing in these jeans, just enough milky skin shone through the frayed patched on the thighs. She didn't have very many dark colored V-necks, so she decided to stick with the plum colored one. She had a body hugging black jacket that she decided to top off the look with.
Now that she was dressed, she had about thirty minutes to do her make up. Thank god that she had an abundance of make up to choose from, especially dark purples, silvers, blacks on the eyeshadow perspective. Beth decided to go the whole nine yards and use base and everything. She dabbed the foundation in her face until her complexion was porcelain like and then she set it with pressed powder. She eagerly turned her attention to her eyes. She fished through her box of unpacked makeup until she found her Urban Decay: Naked palette. She dabbed her makeup brush into the black shadow and expertly brushed it on, followed by the gunmetal grey for her inner eye. She smeared black eyeliner on he upper and lower lash lines and applied a few coats of mascara.
Her blue/green eyes popped, black and gunmetal grey really set off her eyes. She dug around in the box once more to find her cherry red lipstick. The applied the lipstick and pulled her hair out of the messy bun it was in a let the blonde locks fall past her shoulders. She looked at the plum colored V-neck and frowned, a dark maroon one would suit this look better. Beth pulled the shirt over her head and walked into the kitchen to get another energy drink.
"You should really lock your door, ya know." Daryl said, sprawled out on her couch. He looked up from his phone and froze. There Beth was standing at the end of the couch in a bra and skinny jeans. Her jeans sat low on her hips and he could see the tiniest amount of black lace peeking out. He lifted his eyes from the waist band of her jeans and found a purple ring that graced her belly button. He felt his dick twitch in his jeans as his eyes skimmed over her taut, milky torso. His eyes lifted to her breasts that were slightly bulging from the top of her lacy black bra, they couldn't have been more than a handful but they looked firm. What he wouldn't give put his hands on them or his mouth...
"DARYL!" Beth said for the fourth time trying to get his attention, but his eyes were stuck on her chest.
She would've slapped him if he wasn't so goddamn gorgeous and probably yelled at him for letting himself into her apartment again, but she couldn't find the words. He was staring and it didn't make her feel the least bit uncomfortable. He slowly tore his eyes away from her exposed skin and met Beth's eyes with a hungry gaze. Beth looked into his hungry eyes and felt the fiery heat pool between her legs.
"I should uh...I'll be right back." Beth said, her cheeks scarlet, retreating back to her room.
With Beth's back turned, he had a chance to take in her perfect ass. If only he could touch her bare skin... A tiny huff fell from his lips as he felt his dick stress harder against his zipper. All he wanted at the moment was to have his hands on her presumably soft skin. His mouth almost watered at the thought of seeing Beth squirming underneath him, screaming his name... Daryl shook his head and tried to relax. 'Since when did I start actin' like a horny teenager? Shit.' Daryl thought, running his hand through his hair. Daryl did his best to try and relax, the last thing he needed was to be sporting a hard on in public.
Beth reappeared in a body hugging maroon V-neck and black jacket, making Daryl's 'case' worse. Before, his situation was kind of tolerable but now it was getting painful. He secretly wished he was at home so he could get himself off, he even thought about asking to use her bathroom and help himself in there. He shook his head and scrapped the idea, no matter how good a certain part of his body thought it was.
"You ready?" Daryl asked, clearing his throat and standing up. Beth shook her head yes and held up her fake ID. Daryl held his hand out and Beth handed it over, her fingers grazing his. Daryl swallowed the lump in his throat as electricity jolted through his hand. He retracted his hand and carefully examined the piece of plastic.
"This is a damn good one, I could barely tell the difference." Daryl said with and amused smirk, hand the card back. Beth smiled and shoved it into her pocket. They left the apartment and headed towards the street.
"Is your wrist alright? You knocked Andrea on her ass pretty good." Daryl asked as the shadows enveloped them. Beth bit her lip and touched her sore wrist.
"It's fine, is Andrea always such a bitch?" Beth asked earnestly. A grin formed on his lips and he chuckled. Beth had to admit, his tiny grin was adorable as hell.
"Pretty much. She hates me, so as long as we're together she's gonna hate you too." Daryl said, but quickly saw the error on his words.
"Um..by together I mean..uh." Daryl stuttered, his face turning nine different shades of red. Beth giggled and nudged his arm.
"I know what you meant." Beth said, still giggling. Daryl grumbled something under his breath and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
"Want one?" Daryl asked, lighting one up. Beth wrinkled her nose and declined. He shoved the pack back in his pocket and invited the nicotine to fill his lungs.
"What does 'showing me the ropes' consist of?" Beth asked, playing with the sleeve of her jacket. Daryl shrugged and threw the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with the toe of his boot.
"We have a couple of repeat buyers go to this club." Daryl said, pointing to the neon lights. The night club was called Ezra's, it was the upscale bar that Beth was headed towards a couple of nights ago. Well, Beth didn't know it was a upscale bar until now, seeing the multitude of people lined up outside.
"So?" Beth asked, trying to get him to explain further. Daryl huffed and looked at her as if she wasn't getting the picture.
"So, you're gonna learn faces. If you wanna know the game and get good at this you're gonna have to know the buyers." Daryl informed. Beth just stared at him with a blank face.
"We'll work on it, sweetheart." Daryl said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Beth kept herself from giggling. 'Did he just call me sweetheart!? He totally called me sweetheart!' Beth internally squealed. Daryl gave her a sideways glance and shook his head with a tiny smirk playing on his lips. Maybe 'sweetheart' wasn't the best choice of words, but if she was reacting this way when he said something that slight he could only imagine the reaction if he said something that crossed a line.
"Act like you belong, like your too damn good to be there. Like, you're slumming it and it's a waste of your time. Nose up and if you lock eyes with anyone don't drop it. Keep 'em locked until they look away and if they don't stay by my side. You're with me now, got it?" Daryl said, grabbing Beth's arm and making her look into his stormy eyes. Beth looked into his eyes and nodded.
"Got it." Beth said with a smile, feeling a warm tingle where he had just touched her. The touch was kinda forceful, but if it was Daryl being rough she liked it. Daryl grunted in response and motioned for her to get her ID out. They got into the line that was formed at the entrance and waited to be pushed through by the bouncer. They had to have waited in line for at least ten minutes.
"I'll be damned, Dixon. Haven't seen you here in a while! Whose this cutie?" A large black man asked, clapping Daryl on the shoulder.
"It's been a while T-Dog. This is Beth, she's with me." Daryl said, wrapping his arm around her waist. Beth looked at him in shock for a couple of seconds before plastering a smile on and playing along. Her stomach was twisting, Daryl had his arm around her waist. T-Dog let out a low whistle and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Nice to meet you, Beth. Keep this one close Daryl, she's a looker." T-Dog said, giving Daryl a lop sided smirk. Beth reached for her pocket and T-Dog shook his head and waved them through.
Daryl turned five shades of red and dropped his arm from her waist as they entered the club. Purplish blue neon lights lit up the two story club. The bar and the dance floor were both glass backlit with light blue lights. Tables and booths lined the walls around the dance floor, which was packed with people. Blue lights lit up the steel staircase which led up to the second floor balcony that wound around the ginormous dance floor. Ellie Goulding gushed from the speakers so loud Beth could barely think. Daryl grabbed a couple of drinks and led her to a table off of the dance floor.
"This place is fucking awesome." Beth said as they sat down, looking around the room in awe. Daryl smirked and took a swig from his Jack and Coke.
"Do you wanna start? We'll only go over a couple of people tonight. We're coming back tomorrow." Daryl said, earning a huge grin from Beth.
"Okay, remember that guy you just met? That's T-Dog, he digs into his side business and supply's us a fourth of our crystal shipment. He's our most reliable hook up. Got it?" Beth nodded, deepening herself into the conversation.
"Got it. T-Dog is our most reliable resource for the...stuff." Beth said, shooting the information back at him. Daryl nodded his head and continued to talk, smirking at her usage of words. He thought that it was kind of cute that she didn't want to say 'crystal'.
"Now, that little prick over there," Daryl said pointing to the kid she saw in the alley way that night, "That's Jimmy. He gets word around to the younger users that hang out by the bar. Every so often I give him a little to sell, but I won't be doing that anymore. He either uses it all up or he pockets the money after he makes the deal. Almost didn't get the money out of him last time." Daryl said with a grimace. Beth rolled the information around in her head before she spoke up.
"M'kay, Jimmy is the outside pusher for sales and new clientele?" Beth asked hoping she got the information right. Daryl smirked and nodded.
"Good job. I was worried that you were gonna be shitty at this. You're doing pretty damn good for a beginner." Daryl said, finishing his drink.
"Have a little faith?" Beth asked with a smirk. Daryl rolled his eyes, now she was wanting to know more.
"That's all for tonight." Daryl said, still smirking. Beth pursed her full cherry red lips and took a sip of her drink.
"We should dance." Beth said straightening in her chair. Daryl scoffed and down his glass.
"I don't dance." Daryl said, looking her in the eye. Beth got down from her and stood in front of him.
"C'mon! You brought me into this place, the least you could do is dance." Beth said, placing her hands on his knees. Daryl jumped a little and looked at her wide eyed. Beth bit her lip and moved her hands further up his thighs, getting closer to him.
"Please?" Beth practically begged, running her thumb over the bulge in his jeans causing him to bite back a hiss.
Beth looked up at him through her eyelashes and smirked, grabbing his hand. Beth drug him out to the dance floor and he stood there stiffly. Beth pulled him further into the sea of people and turned to him. He looked so uncomfortable and nervous, she would have to fix that.
"You have to move around a little." Beth said, placing her hands on his waist and rotating her hips against his. Daryl raised and eyebrow and nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist. Beth gnawed on her bottom lip as she and Daryl set a steady pace to the rhythm of the music.
"Good." Beth said, breathily. Beth met Daryl's dark eyes with a lust filled gaze, still biting her lip.
She felt his erection bulging against his jeans and the fiery heat pooled between her legs once more. They had only been dancing for at least five minutes and she was sure that her lace panties were soaked through by now. Beth grabbed his hands and turned around, placing his hands firmly to the front of her hips. Beth made swayed her hips and made tight grinding motions with her ass. Daryl gripped her hips and low growl rumbled from this throat, his fingers skimming past the waistband of her jeans and over the top of her underwear.
"Watch yourself, you don't know what you're doin'." Daryl growled into her ear, nipping it slightly. Beth squeaked and whirled around to face him, her red lips parted. She flicked his eyes to her eyes and then her lips before tangling his hand in her hair and leaning down, pressing his mouth onto hers. He moved his lips with hers and ran his tongue over her bottom lip. Beth parted her lips and allowed his tongue to pass through, her tongue tangling with his.
How was that for a comeback?! Sorry for the month long wait, I just started on this chapter last night, so excuse any typos! This fic is all me, so I hope y'all like it! I will warn you guys that this fic may get explicit in the next two chapters, I'm not sure yet. I'm taking a stab at this direction, so tell me how I'm doing! All of you guys that came here from my other fic 'Expired Lover' I want to thank you guys for making my fic explode with reviews and follows! I wouldn't know what to do without y'all, you brought me here! Drop me a review! ~BethylAddixon~