AN: Warnings for the chapter ahead: I got a prompt for a Bethyl stoner fic and while I didn't want to attempt an entire fic with that content I thought it would be fun to explore that in an AU setting and this fic IS called "Mile High Club" so well, I couldn't resist the temptation. It's not overly done and is pretty casual use of marijuana that results in some pretty sexy stuff but I wanted to post the warning nonetheless. Hope you like this little addition!
Feel your every heartbeat
Feel you on these empty nights
Calm the ache, stop the shakes
You clear my mind
You're my escape
From this messed up place
'Cause you let me forget
You numb my pain
How can I tell you just all that you are
What you do to me
You're better than drugs
your love is like wine
Feel you comin' on so fast
Feel you comin' to get me high
You're better than drugs
Addicted for life
Feel you comin' on so fast
Feel you comin' on to get me high
Daryl looked over at Beth as they pulled the boat out of the marina. So far he'd just barely managed to keep from ravishing her on the way down here and they'd gotten the boat out of the slip and now that he had it steered into the waters of the lake, he turned to study her openly as she looked out upon the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. He couldn't see her eyes but her face was lit up in a serene smile as the bow of the boat parted the waters in their wake.
It was very pretty out here on Lake Juniper but the scenery he was taking in now, her pretty blonde hair whipped back in the wind, face turned up to the setting sun, he didn't think anything could quite compare to her beauty. Because she really was beautiful. He forced his attention back to the matter at hand; guiding the boat through the water.
He squinted against the sun himself as he checked out the horizon. "Beth, can you reach into that compartment below you and see if there's a pair of shades." He shouted over the rumble of the boat motor and she nodded back that she understood. He'd stupidly forgotten his sunglasses in the truck and it was a lot brighter out here on the lake than he remembered.
The sun would be setting soon, but there was no sense in being miserable with a sun-squint headache in the meantime.
Not for the first time, he noticed she had a very nice ass as she bent over to check the compartment he'd indicated, rifling through the contents. He didn't even pretend to not stare as she turned back around to face him and he thought she'd comment on him clearly ogling her, but instead she had a slightly puzzled look on her face.
"Is this what I think it is?" She said holding up a baggie with what looked to be a blunt inside it. Fucking Merle. There was a bright light in her eyes and a smile spread across her face as she asked the question and waved the baggie in his face.
"Yeah, that's probably my brother's." He said, stating the obvious, as she handed it to him. "Sorry about that." He muttered, stowing it in the compartment closest to him, not quite sure what else to say to an illegal substance being found aboard his brother's boat.
"It's okay. You ever smoked it?" She came and sat next to him on the tiny bench beside the captain's chair, her knees pressing against the side of his thigh, rubbing back and forth. He swore she did shit like that on purpose. Just like the way those little shorts she had on, kept flapping open to the side, giving him a generous glimpse of what looked like small bikini bottoms.
It was stupid really. He already knew what was underneath all that. But maybe that was part of the problem altogether. He knew and he wanted her.
He had advised her to bring a suit and he guessed he could credit her for taking him at his word that they would be getting in the lake at some point. He had not made any secret either of eyeing her in the pitiful excuse of the scrap of fabric that stood for her bikini top. It was barely two triangles with a couple of strips of flimsy string, holding it all together. One small tug and the whole thing would come off. He shelved that thought for later with a smile to himself.
He nodded his head at the question she had just posed. Yeah, he'd smoked it plenty of times. "You?"
She shook her head with a shy little smile. "No, my Daddy would have killed me. Probably still would if he knew. Of course, he ain't here, so." Her voice trailed off at the end and he smiled at her.
"Why, you want to now? Merle wouldn't care. His stoner ass probably doesn't even remember where he put it."
She looked at him and that smile he thought lit up half of Georgia got wider and brighter as her eyes danced with something that looked like trouble and he wasn't sure he cared. Something about being with this girl made him feel like trying things he'd never tried before. And sure he'd smoked weed plenty before, but never with someone as pretty as her and he'd certainly never done it on a boat.
"Well, alright then. Let me get us to someplace a little bit private, just in case." He was talking about for legal purposes but as she leaned forward and placed her hands on his thigh, running her fingers up the inside of one leg, his breath hitched in his chest.
"Good." She whispered as she brought her lips to his, her tongue lightly tracing the seam of his lips before deepening the kiss, licking and teasing before then finally pulling away.
"We're gonna need it for what I have planned for you." She said, her eyes shaded with dark promise and then she sat back against the boat and watched the horizon like she hadn't just whispered dirty little suggestions in his ear.
He shifted in his seat, his pants uncomfortably tight all the sudden.
Yeah, this was going to be an interesting night for sure.
"Oh my God, the colors Daryl." Beth's eye were wide and blue and bright with wonder as she looked up at the sky beyond where they'd dropped anchor in the little cove on the northeast side of the lake. It was quieter on this end and it's where he and Merle often used to come for fishing.
The sun was setting low on the horizon of the lake and she was right. It was something. That kaleidoscope of burnished gold and copper mixed with the blue of the lake was blending into a tantalizing mix of a deep purple sky and that's exactly how he felt right now.
Like all the times when he was on his bike and flying through the night. Just like he could whip right up into the sky and this girl could maybe come with him because she seemed to appreciate what it was like to want to be free.
But now here he was with a beautiful girl and she was stoned out of her mind and he felt like he was pretty much baked himself and he couldn't seem to wipe the dumb grin from his face the more he looked at her.
Something about Beth Greene was infectious like that; made you want to laugh at things when the rest of the world seemed like shit.
Life was strange like that. Like now, his old man was dead and in the ground not more than a few days and here he was living it up on the lake with the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.
They'd dropped anchor thirty minutes ago and lit up the blunt and the effects were starting to show. He was definitely feeling pretty lit.
"Can't believe he's dead, ya know?" He didn't know he meant to talk about his father until the words were out of his mouth. He let it rest between them a minute. She didn't say anything. He hadn't really told her about his old man. How bad his dad had hurt him when he was a kid. Didn't matter if it was with his belt, his fists or with his words; his old man always knew which hits would land the hardest and do their worst.
"It's weird, after a lifetime of wishing he was dead. Now he's gone and I just feel kind of empty in a way. I don't miss him. He was a mean sonofabitch. Used to beat my ma and me and my brother too. Not as bad as her I don't think but he drank a lot." He didn't tell her he himself rarely drank now. In fact, if he had to choose between what they were partaking of now and alcohol; he'd choose the leafy herb every time. He felt like he was in control at least.
When he drank, he felt like was drawing from the same poisonous well that had tainted his father's blood. He felt as if somehow if he abstained from the devil's brew then he could keep the demons within him at bay. Or maybe that was just another lie he told himself. These were mighty heavy thoughts for someone who was supposed to be chilling out but he just floated along with it.
"You could look at it another way." Her voice brought him from his dark thoughts and he regarded her from where they sat cross-legged across from one another in the boat, knees touching, fingers laced together between the two of them. She was studying him with an open gaze, thoughtful, wide blue eyes slightly hazy with the weed, but honest and true.
"You're free now. For all your life, you've carried around the weight of what he did and who he was. Now he's gone and you can be free. You got away from it." He didn't know quite what to say to that. This girl telling him he could unchain himself from those awful memories and conquer the demons that always seemed to want to chase him down.
"Maybe you gotta keep on reminding me sometimes." He didn't know why he said it. There was nothing to suggest their situation was anything but what it was; temporary but she nodded at him like she agreed. Like she felt the same. That somehow there was going to be a next time. And a next. And a one after that.
It was just all sort of bleeding together that way. One continuous string of them not quite being able to stay away from one another's space. As if they were drawn to one another, spark to fire, wind to earth, water to air; all the elements together formed what they needed to be when they were together.
Or maybe it was the weed talking.
"I think what you need is to forget all about your old man and think about what this is doing for us." She looked at him with a dazed little smile on her face and took a long drag on the blunt and handed it back to him.
But as she did she leaned up and into him, crooking her finger in a come hither gesture. He thought he might pass out as she edged closer to him, her lips coming to rest against his and he opened his mouth. All that smoke from her lungs poured into his mouth and he instinctively drew breath, drinking in all the air she had to give him, feeling his blood zing with pleasure and his veins ran with a new pulse that only could be explained by her soft and sultry kisses where she tasted him and sampled him and drank him down like he was the sweetest of nectars. She was slipping into him like a slow sweet haze and he never wanted to emerge from her ethereal mists.
She drew back from him and sat back with a smile, looking pretty pleased with herself for a first timer and he didn't even know if she knew how much that had fucking turned him on but he strained with everything in him not to reach down and adjust his dick where it had gotten nearly painfully hard as soon as her lips were on his.
He took a last drag and handed it back to her, but she just shook her head. "No more. I think I'm high now." A giggle slipped from her lips and he thought in that moment he'd never heard anything sexier than her sultry little laugh as she climbed into his lap after he ground out the blunt.
Her lips went straight to his and his head buzzed with the effects of the marijuana, but he thought more than that, this girl in his arms was a drug all her own. A drug he knew on instinct that he could get hooked on in the space of one heartbeat.
She was kissing him one minute, it seemed, and the next she was working her way down his body as they laid back in the bottom of the boat, lips trailing over his jaw, then his collarbone, teeth nipping at him teasingly. He gasped as her breath ghosted over his neck and he couldn't suppress a shudder as a fresh jolt of desire pulsed through him to settle into his balls. She was spreading slow kisses over each newly bared plane of skin as she rucked up his shirt, exposing his belly as her lips trailed ever lower.
His cock twitched inside his trunks and his brain zoomed out for a moment, almost as if he was observing himself from above his body. He watched, slack-jawed and slightly dazed as Beth worked his hardened length free of his trunks, fisting him in her palm a few times before her lips stretched around his girth and she took him, without preamble, into her warm and wet and waiting mouth.
"Oh fuckin' hell." He breathed as he watched her take him all the way in, lips red, cheeks sucked in as she went down on him, bobbing her head up and down over his cock.
God, he thought in that moment he was right. He could surely get addicted to the feel of Beth's lips wrapped around his dick, sucking and licking and oh God that thing she was doing with her tongue, tracing that line on the underside, where it was sensitive and jolting. Just fuck yes. Fuck yes, it was like a mantra inside his head. He thought he might be saying it out loud now.
His hands came up to grip her hair, pulling her to him, holding himself in place, to this earth. Because maybe he was going to fly free up into the purple misty night after all. He wasn't sure which it was, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was making little mewling sounds in the back of her throat and it was sending shivers of vibration all through his cock.
"What are you doin' to me girl?" He slid out of her mouth as her lips released him with a loud pop and he groaned as he took in her spit-shined lips and his dick all slick from her working him over with her tongue. He was torn between wanting to plunder her mouth with his tongue and shoving her head back onto his now throbbing length.
"I thought I was returnin' the favor from last night. But I can stop if you want." She said with a dirty little grin and then resumed sucking his cock like she had majored in it. He thought about that for a minute, college girl like she was and he wondered what lucky frat boy had the pleasure of her lips wrapped around their dick and decided in an instant that he'd rather not know.
He would rather not think about her on her knees like this with anyone else and as sweet and soft and pretty as she is he can't quite believe he's here with her now, in this boat, high as a kite on endorphins, on pure pheromones. He was intoxicated in all that was Beth Greene and he wasn't sure he ever wanted to come down from it.
Did he want her to stop? Fucking Christ. No. No, he never wanted her to stop. He looked down his body to where she was knelt between his legs and he nearly came at the sight. He'd be hard pressed to say which was hotter; the feel of her working him over or the sight of her blonde hair so light and fine against the coarse dark hairs above where her mouth was bobbing up and down over his length.
He was reminded of the night before when he'd knelt before her, lapping at her core until she shook with her sopping wet release and he groaned at the image it presented in his mind. Suddenly, all he wanted was her, naked and pinned beneath him, her pussy spread for his cock.
He'd never taken her like that and he thought it was high time that changed. Still, it felt so fucking good with her lips wrapped around him but he knew instinctively that with the weed and his impending orgasm, he'd probably be down for the count for the rest of the night.
He hated to do it but he finally tugged lightly on her hair to pull her off of him and she let go, eyes in a wide blue haze ringed with desire and lips fresh and plump from sucking his cock. He reached up and pulled the string on her bathing suit top, smirking when it fell away easily to reveal her creamy breasts, nipples rosy and pebbled under his steely gaze. He didn't waste time in taking one nipple into his mouth, suckling briefly, as she arched into his mouth and groaned out his name. "Daryl."
He pulled impatiently at her shorts and she got the message pretty quickly and in a couple of deft (if he did say so himself) clipped movements, he had her naked and pinned beneath him, her body spread out under him to his open and glorious gaze.
She was nothing short of fucking perfect, chest heaving, her tiny but full breasts jutting up begging to be kissed. He let his eyes rove over her perfect form because as much as he'd been with her the past couple of days, he'd never been able to observe her like this. Out in the open, and laid out like she was a prize. And really, she was. She was a precious treasure that he felt had been handed to him.
All flushed cheeks and flat white belly, perfect shaved pussy lips and nestled at the top in between them, her clit swollen with desire and he couldn't resist the urge in leaning down and swiping his tongue at it, lapping at it lightly and he smiled against her cunt as she spread her legs for him, opening herself fully to his tongue and he didn't waste time in delving one finger into her dripping center.
He pulled away to look at her, all that glistening pink flesh. So pretty. "Christ girl. You're soaked." He breathed in wonder and leaned down and lapped at her, his tongue and fingers working at her in concert until she came against his mouth in a chorus of moans and shivers.
Then it was her turn to tug at his hair, pulling him up the length of her body, sliding along the fresh sweat of her release and it was so easy, almost organic and natural how they found one another and he slid right into the slick of her, his length fucking into her in one long delicious stroke until he was fully seated inside her. She groaned and bucked underneath him, strings of nothing words coming out of her, please-more-yes-Daryl-fuck-please as he thrust himself inside her over and over.
"Shhh, I got you." He whispered as he slid his hand down her hip, to slide against her leg. He reached behind her knee, lifting her thigh higher to rest against the crest of his hip and spread her wide so he could rest himself fully in the cradle of her hips as he began to rock into her more slowly.
Oh God, she felt so good. It felt good being with her like this as she whimpered and called his name softly beneath him. Her body moving with his was like heaven on earth and each thrust between her thighs was the peace that had somehow eluded him.
She was like a promise he decided. The promise of a sunset that a new day would come tomorrow. The promise that there was something better than the days he's left behind.
He got lost for a minute in how her hips seemed to drag into his, her pussy drawing him in as if to pull him in deeper, how her body melted up into him as if the water below and the sky above were the canvas for their love-making and for a minute, in the pulsating light of his vision, it was hard to discern where she began and he ended.
He came without warning, a starburst pulse quivering through him and he shuddered and groaned into her shoulder, his weight pressing her into the bottom of the boat. His lips fastened over the flesh of her neck and he cried out, his seed spurting out in bursts, wave upon wave, spilling deep inside her. His teeth scraped away from her as he rested his forehead against her shoulder, sweat and slick and sex surrounding them as he rolled them to the side in a breathless heap of intertwined limbs.
"One of these days we're really going to have to do this in a bed. That was amazin'." She said, her husky voice lilting in the evening air.
It wasn't the first time she'd said that. She'd said it just last night as he'd taken her on the back of his bike.
She was right though. A girl like her deserved a warm bed with cool sheets pressed beneath her as they took pleasure in one another.
He chuckled lightly as he pressed his lips to the side of her head. "Next time. I promise." If she could make suggestions that hinted of the future, then he supposed he could too.
Little could he know he'd break that promise two hours later as he took her in the bed of his truck once they left the lake and then later swore again right after that the next time, it would be in a bed and preferably all night long so he could do it properly.
They couldn't keep their hands off one another for more than five minutes. It was just this inexplicable pull between them that he couldn't quite explain and as he dropped her off at her mailbox and she turned to smile and wave with a promise that she'd call him before she left the next afternoon, he thought a part of him walked away with her.
They'd spent all evening out on the lake, swimming for a bit, kissing, and laughing more than he ever thought he could. And that was even long after the effects of the weed wore off.
By the time he drove back to his place and packed his bag for his flight the next morning, he was sure his earlier thought had been right: Beth Greene was a drug all her own and he was hopelessly addicted.
Somehow they are going to eventually do it in a bed! lol But for now, this is fun stuff and dirty and well, of course, there are feelings in there. Yes, this will eventually get another chapter and then another because now I'm interested in exploring where this would go once they figure out that this is not just a casual hook up.
Please let me know what you think in the comments and hope you enjoyed this little addition. Until next time, xoxoxo
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