A/N: Sorry this took so long guys! I'm trying to wrap up some other projects. The next chapter shouldn't be too long this time, though. Thank you all so much for the nice reviews and kind words. Hope you like this one. Uhm…if for some reason you are new to this story, it is a very strong M for a reason. Just sayin'.
Little Shop of Pleasures
Chapter 4
Daryl checked the building out again from top to bottom. The sounds from outside were disconcerting, but not because he thought they'd be able to get in. Daryl was fairly certain that the steel building's walls would hold up fine unless there was some great force against it – like a fast moving car or something. No, Daryl's real concern was that he and Beth couldn't stay there forever. They had no supplies with them when they came in. The items they looted from the rehab center were dropped on the ground when they had to run and there was nothing in here for them, either. Beth had found a couple bottles of water in a locker in the back room. There was water in the toilet tank, but no way of boiling it so it was useless. And no food. Well, they had edible underwear, chocolate body paint, and lewdly shaped lollipops, but those were surely of no real nutritional value. Besides, Daryl Dixon wasn't about to put a penis-pop in his mouth – not to save his life. It really wouldn't be long before they would have to figure out a plan, but for now Daryl was going to keep them inside and safe. Maybe they'd catch a break and this herd would move along quickly.
Daryl returned to their little corner to find that Beth had packed a few bags. They were sitting at the ready, seemingly in case they had to grab them quickly and run. Daryl didn't look to see what was inside. The sun had started to go down, darkening the little shop. Beth had lit a couple of candles and arranged them in the middle of the tile floor away from their sleeping arrangements, where they wouldn't risk turning over and burning down the building. Daryl saw that Beth had also rearranged their nook. She'd turned the two "beds" into one. At some point she must have gotten tired of waiting for him to return, because Beth was now curled up sound asleep on one side.
Daryl took a moment to watch Beth sleeping peacefully in the soft candlelight. She was beautiful, Daryl thought. The prettiest thing he'd ever seen. She had always been pretty. It wasn't as if Daryl had never noticed, it was just that he hadn't allowed himself to go there before. Was it his imagination or did she seem to look different now than she had this morning? Was it his perception or something else? Did girls actually look different after a guy took their virginity? Most likely he was seeing a reflection of all the ways he'd viewed her today. Beth in little blue nighty, Beth laid out underneath him biting her lip, Beth spread open under his lips, Beth with his dick in her mouth swallowing down his cum. Jesus, I'm such a creeper standing over this poor girl and fantasizing about her while she's sleeping, Daryl thought as he rolled his eyes at himself.
Still fully clothed, Daryl laid himself down gently trying not to wake her. As soon as he was down and comfortable, Beth sighed and turned in to him, burrowing her gold locks beneath his chin. Daryl smiled and drifted quickly into a deep comfortable sleep with visions of Beth smiling down at him soothing him to rest.
Daryl awoke sometime later chilled by Beth's absence. He took a quick look around to find that it was pitch dark in the little shop now. One of the two candles was missing and Daryl couldn't see anything past the circle of light shining from the remaining flame. Daryl laid his head back down thinking perhaps Beth had just needed to visit the restroom. Five minutes passed, ten, another ten. The sounds from outside had quieted a bit now, but were still audible. Over that, Daryl thought he heard the occasional noise. An occasional slight screech. He rose quickly and moved through the store silently, leaving the candle behind and letting his eyes adjust to the darkness.
He found Beth standing in front of a mirror on the other side of the shop, her candle sat in front of it to light her little space. She was critiquing her figure as she tried on a long black silk gown. It was tight-fitting and gave the slight young woman the illusion of rounded curves and mystery. But it wasn't his Beth, Daryl thought. Black didn't suit her exactly. Beth seemed to agree as she stuck her tongue out at her own reflection and removed the garment.
Daryl smiled contently as he allowed himself to watch. Beth thought she was alone as stood in the candlelight naked and gorgeous. She was completely at ease, a natural beauty. Daryl had never watched a woman do this before. Quietly at ease in her own nudity as she dressed and undressed and admired herself in the mirror. It was tantalizing and Daryl started to allow himself to dredge up some of his more wicked thoughts from earlier in the day as he moved backward farther into the dark. He wouldn't hide for long, but he wanted to get a few things before he let Beth know he was up. He kept an apt eye on the blonde as he made his way silently around the store, gathering the few things he had his mind on.
Beth was completely oblivious to the hunter that was stalking her as she reached over to one of the racks and selected a bright pink number with cream lace cups and slipped it on. It was short, barely going low enough to cover her intimate parts. The fragile lace cups were wired and accentuated even Beth's slight bust. They allowed her pink nipples to show through, matching slightly to the pink silk of the adjoining skirt. This one was a keeper, she thought. She was certain Daryl would like it. He seemed to be attracted by the blue one earlier that let him see her nipples without removing the garment itself, so maybe that was a thing for him.
Beth let her mind wander, thinking about what sort of other things might turn on Daryl Dixon. Would he like to see her in some makeup? Stilettos? Leather? One of those role-play numbers, maybe? She wondered if it would be ok to ask him about things like that directly. She didn't want to scare him off or make him uncomfortable but Beth didn't feel like they should waste time trying to guess about things like that in the world they lived in now. She wanted to know what it was like to be Daryl's woman, to know what he liked and didn't like, to be privy to information he didn't share with everyone else. It wasn't as much about sex as it was the shared intimacy that Beth was craving now. She wanted Daryl to trust her, to let her in, to let her claim him.
Beth barely managed to muffle her scream when Daryl stepped swiftly out of the dark and wrapped one arm around her, pulling her into his hard body. She giggled at him as he grinned wickedly at her in the mirror. "Whatcha doin' Beth? Shoppin'?"
"Mmmhmm. For you. Like it?" Daryl's eyes swept up and down in the mirror, taking advantage of the up-close view, but he didn't answer. Didn't need to. Beth could feel his hardness pressed against her ass through his jeans and the barely-there silk of her nighty. "D'ya get lonely?" Beth didn't know her voice could be that low and throaty. She hadn't tried – it just happened that way, but Daryl seemed to like it.
Daryl's head jerked back at the sexy voice. He met her eyes in the mirror again and Beth was almost frightened of the intensity she found there. She watched in slight trepidation as Daryl tightened his grip around her waist momentarily and ran his tongue along her ear before whispering, "Nah. Been watchin' ya pick out a surprise fer me. I like it." Daryl smiled down at Beth as he let his hand smooth across the silky pink fabric. His fingers dipped just below the hem line right between her legs, barely tracing over a hint of blonde curls, before retreating back up to her waist. Beth gasped at the tease, begging him to continue with her eyes in the reflection. Daryl continued with his whisper, which was less of a whisper actually, and more of a deep growl at Beth's ear. "Found some little surprises of my own for ya."
Daryl finally revealed his other hand, bringing it around to Beth's front and showed her a small green vibrator with a flared base. He ran the toy in a circle on Beth's stomach before letting it slide lower, dipping into those curls as his fingertip had moments ago. Then it stopped. "Hey." Beth's eyes, which had been watching the green shaft intently, snapped up to Daryl's – not in the mirror but above her. "You don't like this, you just say and we'll stop. Hm?" Beth couldn't form words, she was so excited. But she nodded and grinned wildly, leaning back into Daryl's chest and watching to see what was going to happen next. "Ever used one?" Beth shook her head slightly, but opened her legs a fraction to indicate to Daryl that she wanted him to do it.
Daryl ran the cylinder under her skirt and let it trail over her sex, barely touching her lips. A second pass had him pressing it just a tiny bit farther between her folds. Back and forth. The feeling was weird at first, the plastic foreign and cold against her intimate places. It made her squirm a bit against Daryl. When she did, though, and felt how hard he was in his pants a shock of ecstasy flowed through Beth making her moan out loud. Daryl had never even thought of using one of these things on anyone, so he was working blind, just trying to judge right and wrong from Beth's reactions. At the long low moan, Daryl removed the toy. Before Beth could protest, Daryl tightened his arm around her waist and flicked on the vibrator. Beth's eyes were wide as he moved the toy back down and ran it across her lips again.
Beth let her eyes shut and her head roll back against Daryl's shoulder. She opened her legs up a bit more, asking him to keep going. The toy teased around her entrance before travelling up her slit. Daryl nestled the little vibrator against Beth's clit as she screamed out into the darkness of the little shop. If Daryl hadn't had a grip around her waist, Beth would have fallen to the floor. Daryl was the only thing keeping Beth upright as Daryl rotated the little green toy around her little bundle of nerves. It only took a few seconds of the intense vibrations before Beth was coming hard and long, rubbing her ass against Daryl and attempting to seek some sort of purchase on the flood of bright new sensations sweeping across her body.
Daryl removed the toy from Beth before it could start to become uncomfortable. Beth was gasping for air as Daryl swept her up and carried her across the store to their little "bedroom". He placed her gently on the makeshift bed so that she was lying on her front. Beth was so taken by the deep orgasm that she didn't even register that Daryl wasn't finished with her yet.
Daryl moved the silky lingerie up over Beth's ass and trailed the little vibrator down between Beth's legs again as Beth gasped. She hoped momentarily that Daryl wouldn't turn it back on. Beth thought it might kill her to feel that again so soon. It would be too much. "Daryl!"
"Shhh!" Daryl's hand rested gently on the back of Beth's neck, pressing her down into the blanket gently. "Trust me."
Daryl spread Beth's knees with his own and moved the little green vibrator to Beth's entrance to push in. It wasn't wide or long by any means, tiny compared to the size and heft of Daryl's penis, but it was still enough to elicit a moan from Beth as it stretched her open slightly. He took care to pull it in and out for a few moments, effectively fucking her with it and coating the toy in her slickness. Then Daryl pushed it in as far as it would go and left it there for a moment as he moved to massage Beth's ass in both his hands.
"You read any of that book ya had out earlier?" Beth gasped as she felt Daryl part her cheeks slightly, exposing her most private area to him. She didn't know how to answer his question. Was that something she really wanted to do? She wasn't certain for a moment. There had been a lot of firsts today, though. Maybe this was just something else to add to the exciting list. Besides, there was no one she trusted more than Daryl. He'd never hurt her.
Beth felt one fingertip graze over her entrance gently for a fraction of a second before moving away. Her whole body tensed, the toy inside her gripped almost painfully, but Beth was fighting it, trying her best to relax. Beth heard a tiny click, an unfastened cap, then there was sudden wetness there. Beth moaned and rolled her hips in Daryl's hands, hoping he wouldn't make her explain herself and he'd just take the hint to move forward. She wanted this. She wanted to explore it with Daryl. Now. Beth turned her head to Daryl and smiled, a silent agreement and acknowledgement. She wanted this.
Daryl got the hint. "Thought we'd take it real slow with this stuff, though. Just lay still, okay? And let me know if you want to stop." A single fingertip teased her entrance, pressing down on her gently but forcefully and slid inside. It was a strange feeling but not unwelcome as Daryl slid the digit slowly in and out. It was forever before Daryl added a second finger. This time there was a little pain and Beth tittered uncertainly. Daryl added a bit more lube and pressed forward, this time slipping in easily as Beth sighed. He took his time, letting her get used to the new feelings. This was all a first for Daryl, so he just did his best to stretch her out and make her comfortable.
Beth was just getting used to the not-unpleasant sliding feeling back there when Daryl withdrew his digits completely. The emptiness was shocking as her body was left open and exposed. It wasn't for long, though. Daryl pulled the toy from Beth's pussy and slid it quickly into place in her readied backside. Beth moaned out long and deep at the new feeling, her legs trying to clamp shut in an automatic reaction to the intrusion. She was stretched almost too much, but there was no pain. Daryl stroked in and out a few times, just to spread the lubrication and then left it be.
Daryl stretched himself out over Beth's body, kissing up her neck and whispering into her ear, sweet nothings, as Beth gasped for air and tried to wrap her mind around what was happening in her body right now. Some part of herself felt dirty, but that was a deep tiny little part of herself that was quickly silenced at the sound of Daryl's zipper ripping open. His breath was in her ear, his hand was underneath her kneading her breasts one at a time, and then she felt his manhood pressing at her entrance. Beth thought she would die from arousal this time. It was almost too much happening at once. She felt like she was caught in a swirling tornado of need and delight.
When Daryl pressed his cock deep inside, Beth felt the toy in her ass shift slightly. The angle of both shafts became a blissful concoction that sent Beth immediately off the deep end for the second time that night. She heard herself screaming, but couldn't quiet her own cries. Daryl had to finally clamp one hand over her mouth to muffle her into silence. Beth came down from her orgasm to the feeling of Daryl fucking her in earnest. Sweat dripped from him down onto the back of her neck and she loved it. She was still slightly sore from losing her virginity earlier in the day and the sting from her backside was also making itself known each time Daryl drove down into her and nudged the end of the toy planted there. It was a beautiful feeling, though. Powerful. Daryl was claiming her with every stroke, every part of her. He was all around her, inside her. She let him pound away and enjoyed the feeling of his heat deep down in her center. She arched her back inviting him deeper and he removed his hand from her mouth and moved it to her hip.
His grip was almost bruising as he pulled her body harder onto him. Soon they were both grunting with the hard strokes as Daryl neared his finish. Beth couldn't tell if he'd used a condom, but she did feel him when he exploded inside her, pressing deep and hard against her womb. It was a feeling Beth wanted to feel all the time. As he finished and finally slid from her heat, Beth felt the loss and couldn't help crying out as she fell forward onto the blanket limply. She sobbed quietly in stunned sated relief as Daryl removed the toy and cleaned her up quickly.
Then she was in his arms, wrapped tightly and safely against Daryl's heart. Beth felt him stroking her hair and whispering contentedly at her in the dark. They fell asleep like that, pressed into each other, clinging together desperately, hopelessly in love, hopelessly lost in each other. Whatever came of tomorrow didn't matter. They'd both found everything they needed in this odd little shop of pleasures.