Spontaneous Combustion

Warning: Smut contained in this chapter! :)

I chose the prompt from "Glass" by Thompson Station. Such a great song!

We may shine, we may shatter

We may be picking up the pieces here on after

We are fragile, we are human.

We are shaped by the light we let through us

We break fast, we are glass.

We might be oil and water, this could be a big mistake

We might burn like gasoline and fire,

It's a chance we'll have to take.

Whatever he had expected after he had made a total ass out of himself in front of everyone, it wasn't this. He had expected her to be angry, to give him hell like she always did. Call him out on his bullshit. He really did feel bad now that he had time to think about the situation. It really had looked like Eugene had his arm around Beth. She had been sitting against the tree with Eugene on one side and Tara on the other. Eugene had passed a tin of beans over Beth's shoulder to Tara and had gotten off balance, making it look like his arm was around her and he was clasping her shoulder. Beth, as slight as she was, had naturally toppled slightly and had an annoyed and surprised look on her face.

Daryl had just come back from hunting and Beth hadn't gone with him, her ankle still bothering her some. Daryl had broken through the tree line about the time the whole exchange went down. Daryl had acted on instinct alone and the fact that Eugene had been making eyes at Beth ever since they had found her. Daryl had strode over to the tree, grabbed Eugene up by the stupid riot gear he was always wearing and had him nose to nose, Eugene having removed the helmet long enough to eat. He had sputtered and blinked at Daryl as Daryl railed at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing putting your hands on Beth?" Daryl had felt a rage like no other except for maybe when Carl had almost gotten raped by Joe's guy. He saw red then and he was seeing red now too.

Beth had reached over and put her hand on his wrist, moving her hand to cover his own. "Daryl, he was giving Tara her lunch, that's all," Beth spoke softly, tilting her head to get him to meet her eyes.

He released his grip on Eugene and let out the air he had trapped in his lungs. With the rate he was huffing and puffing, he knew he needed to lay off the cigarettes. He grabbed his crossbow up off the floor of the forest and stalked back off the way he came. He felt like the biggest ass in the world but he was too chicken-shit to face everyone and apologize. He knew it wasn't Eugene's fault. Beth had told him the night before about a guy back at the hospital who had tried to force himself on her. The thoughts of someone putting their hands on Beth had him completely incensed. She had insisted that the guy had not hurt her and since she had been training with Morgan the few days before the incident happened, she had no problem disarming the guy. She had giggled when she told him. He demanded to know what was so funny as nothing about any of the story amused Daryl in the least.

"I kicked him in the balls and he cried like a girl," Beth had giggled again. Watching her face erupt in a fit of giggles, he had not been able to help himself and had chuckled along with her.

He had been proud in that moment that Beth could handle herself. It was a fucked up world they lived in now. Hadn't been great before the turn, but now it was much worse. Now on top of fighting off real life monsters, you had to fight the living ones too. It was almost as if the apocalypse was an exodus for the craziest psycho fuckers the world had left. Every time he got to thinking that way, he always remembered Beth and her insistence that there were still good people. He guessed she was right, but he knew one thing. He sure as hell wasn't one of them.

Beth had found him moments later after he stalked away from camp and he had been forced to turn around and face her, and he had braced himself for the onslaught of scolding he was about to receive. He felt like an errant school boy. But instead she just smiled at him.

So now he was standing here, wondering what alter universe he had stepped into because by all rights, Beth should be giving him hell right about now. He had behaved like a complete ass and he deserved it, after all.

"Beth, I know what you're gonna say," Daryl began and Beth stepped forward and took the bow from him and placed it at their feet. He watched her warily, her expression mysterious as she smirked at him.

"Beth, I-", he tried again but then Beth gave him a sultry look and stepped forward and placed one finger over his lips. He had an odd urge to reach up and grab her wrist and direct that soft little pointer finger into his mouth and suck the fingertip and watch her run her tongue across her bottom lip.

All of it ridiculous of course. They were probably getting ready to have their first fist. Well not first really, he thought back to the moonshine shack. Wasn't likely they were getting ready to make out.

"Shhh, Daryl, I know what you thought you saw. I get it. But you have to understand," Beth took her finger off his lips and he missed the warmth of her skin against his immediately. She brought both hands up to cup either side of his face, running her thumbs over his jawline on either side. "You don't have to worry. I'm yours. Everyone knows it." She looked up at him, her bright baby blues meeting his. "Even silly Eugene knows it" Beth stood up on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his in a soft sweet kiss and then rested back on the flats of her feet.

Daryl sighed and where he had his fists clenched at his sides before, he brought both hands up and rested one against each hip. "You're mine?" Daryl repeated the words back to her, feeling stupid but needing to know. They had declared their feelings for each other but he didn't know how any of this was supposed to work. "I really don't know how this is supposed to work Beth. I ain't ever really had a girlfriend before." He hated having to admit shit like that to her. He had a girlfriend in middle school. They had written each other love letters and he had held her hand once. He really didn't think that counted. This thing with him and Beth; it was a real relationship. But he didn't know how to define it really. He didn't know the rules.

"I'm yours, Daryl. That's all you need to know. I don't want anyone else. Not ever." Beth said softly and looking up at him, that smile lighting up her whole face like she had all the answers to the questions he held close to his heart.

"I don't want anyone else either. Beth, you're…." He struggled with the words, just like always and he wished he could be eloquent like some of those bastards he saw on t.v. They always knew what to fucking say. "You're the only person I've ever felt this way about. I ain't never loved anyone, not like I do you." Daryl toed the dirt of the forest floor with his boot and cast his eyes down. He didn't know what she was going to think about that. Probably that he was the biggest loser ever. Who hasn't ever had a girlfriend before?

"I've never felt this way about anyone either Daryl," Beth's voice was a whisper and it slid across the skin of his cheek, fluttering, smooth as honey. "You're my first. My first love. My first boyfriend. My first everything." Beth looked at him then, her smile had grown wide and she brought her hands from they curled around his neck and curled her fingers over his biceps.

As she said those words to him, all rational thought left. He was Beth's first. He knew she had been a virgin but he figured she had fallen in love at least once. It did funny things to his heart to realize that she was going to be his first love and he hers. "You ain't gonna just be my first Beth," He said resolutely. "You'll be my last."

Her eyes flashed to his then, like she hadn't been expecting it and tears welled up in her eyes. Shit, leave it to him to fuck it all up again. But then she wrapped her arms around his waist and tucked her head right under his chin, just like she had that first time after he had gone to tell her about Zach. "You'll be my last too, Daryl Dixon." She whispered against him.

He sighed and pulled his arms tightly around her and he didn't want to let her go. He hoped someone was skinning the catch he had brought back from his hunt. But right now he was just gonna stand here and hold sweet Beth Greene.

She pulled away after a bit and looked up at him. "You'll have to apologize to Eugene, ya know," She said in that way that left no room for argument.

He grumbled for a minute and then reluctantly looked at her. He'd really rather eat peanut butter on molded bread. He pulled back to look her in the face and she was smirking at him. "If you say so." It was the most noncommittal answer he could come up with. He couldn't have her thinking she could have him whipped. Who was he kidding? She already did.

She smiled then and her hair was all messy and the wispy strands around her face were curling delicately along her jawline. He reached up and ran his fingers up her neck and replace the errant strand behind her ear, wondering if he remembered what she tasted like right there where her ear dipped down to her neck. All they had done for the past week was make out whenever the chance came up. It was going a little further each time and pretty soon, Daryl knew they wouldn't be able to stop themselves. His dick twitched in his pants now thinking about how her nipples get hard so quickly when he runs his tongue across them. He moved away from her then, forcing away all those thoughts that was going to make him want to push her up against a tree.

"We better head back to camp, Greene," He reached down and held out his hand for her to take. But instead of gripping her hand in his and lacing their fingers together like she usually did, she pulled hard on his hand tugging her over to the tree she was standing up against. He looked up at her, startled at her sudden change of mood. She was smiling like a proverbial Cheshire cat.

He grinned at her. "Beth, we been over this. I ain't gonna do this out here up against a tree." He gently chided.

"Who said anythin' 'bout doing 'it'", her expression was coy and cocky, a lethal combination if you asked him.

His dick twitched in his pants again. So much for putting away all those errants thoughts. He drew a sharp breath as Beth reached between them and tugged on his belt buckle, forcing his hips against hers, pressing her into the tree. He brought one arm up and braced himself on the tree just above her head, her blonde ponytail swishing his way and sweeping over his arm at times. He groaned as their hips met. This was new. Anything so far hadn't provided near this much contact as they held their bodies away from each other, touching but knowing if they got too close they'd be caught up and helpless in stopping it.

He wondered all the time, hell the thoughts consumed him, of what it would be like with Beth. How their bodies would move together and how it would feel. And how badly he wanted her was about all he could think of most days. He loved this, what they had, the sexy smiles, the looks and the knowing glances. But to actually go through with it and do everything he wanted to do with her, it scared the hell out of him. He hoped they weren't making a big mistake. He figured once they finally did get around to it, they might ignite a fire similar to the one they had set at the moonshine shack that night. It might be the perfect combination of gasoline and fire and they would spontaneously combust as soon as skin met skin, but he didn't care. He was willing to take that chance. Because to not feel all this with her, to not feel absolutely all of it, he couldn't bear the thought of it. As scared as he was, he loved her. And with that came the natural progression of things. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it, finally being able to really be with her. Never mind what they were supposed to call it. He didn't figure absolutely everything with Beth had to be defined. She was big on that; letting them just be.

With one hand braced against the tree, he used the other to place against her hip and flashed her a wolfish grin as he felt the bare skin there where her sweater had ridden up, exposing a smooth patch of skin that he now was rubbing his thumb across, eliciting a sigh from her lips.

Beth dropped her head back against the tree and Daryl didn't waste time in bringing his lips to her neck, suckling gently at the flesh there, careful not to bruise or mar the alabaster surface of the tender flesh there. He never wanted to see marks on her skin. Beth moved her hands to his hips and pulled her closer against him and he knew without a doubt there was no way she could miss his erection pressing into her. She sidestepped slightly as his lips continued their onslaught against her neck, kissing his way up the sides and right behind her ear. Daryl pressed into her and met with no resistance. Glancing down he realized she had spread her legs just a bit more apart and he stepped easily between them, unable to resist grinding against her slightly with the new contact. He drew in another sharp breath as she hitched her knee up against his hip and he could feel her heat against his cock now.

Suddenly Daryl wanted to know what she tasted like and he moved his lips over her jaw quickly sliding his lips up until he met her lips and slid his tongue inside her already waiting mouth. Tongues tangling and lips bruising, he kissed her and realized that he needed to taste more of her and he had a wicked thought that needed to be carried out.

He glanced about to be certain they were still alone. He went back to kissing her, her lips soft and pliant under his. Her fingers fluttered about his belt buckle. Daryl braced the one hand above her head right against the tree and the other he let skim down over her shoulder and then traveling to the center and over one breast and then the other, his palm flat against her sweater. When he got to her navel, he walked his fingers lower and lower and pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss for a moment, gauging her reaction. He knew he had never seen anything like it, her eyes half lidded with passion and her back slightly arched, pressing her breasts out even further. "God, Beth you're so goddamned beautiful," he breathed before placing his lips back on hers.

"Kiss me," Beth breathed against his lips and he was helpless to deny her. He continued his original mission and skimmed his fingers lower until he was at her waistband. Beth's lips stopped moving for a moment and he could feel her hesitation but also her curiosity. She wiggled her hips against him and he smiled against her mouth, knowing that was his signal.

He unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid her zipper down, moving his hand back up and parting the fabric, stretching it a bit and then slid his hand lower, fingers toying with the waistband of her panties. He pulled away then because this was something that he really wanted to see. He looked at her and her eyes shifted to his, blue bleeding into black and he knew she was gone. He grinned at her then as he dipped his hand beneath the elastic and hovered at the top of her sex, feeling her breath coming in pants. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip in anticipation. As he slipped one finger into her folds, she was so wet he almost came with the thought of it, all that velvety softness slick and ready for him. He twitched his finger against her clit and he felt her knees buck slightly. He moved his hand from the tree down to her back, pressing it against the small of her back, holding her up and against him, allowing just enough room for his hand between them.

He continued his exploration of Beth's pussy, flicking his finger back over that now hardened nub and he slid his hand a little lower, slipping his middle finger right inside her opening and swirling it around as he rubbed his thumb over her clit in slow circles. He looked up at Beth and he knew he had never seen anything more beautiful, her head thrown back, her mouth forming a tiny 'o', her chest heaving making her breasts rise with each breath. He brought his lips back to her neck then as his fingers continued their assault on her, moving his thumb over her clit then, moving it into tighter and tighter circles and he sucked gently at her neck then, and he heard a moan escape her lips. He pulled his lips away then and watched her, not wanting to miss one single beat of Beth's orgasm.

Her breath was coming faster as he rubbed her clit and alternately swirled and flicked his middle finger inside of her. She brought her hands up to surround him then and clutched desperately at his vest. "Daryl, oh.." She breathed. "Oh, oh, oh," She was getting louder and he moved his mouth over hers, swallowing her throaty moans as she fell apart beneath his hand, her legs shaking and he held her up, knowing that watching Beth come undone was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. As she finally came down he removed his hand from her panties and brought the finger up, pulling away from her as he did. He slid his middle finger into his mouth, sucking slowly while he pulled it back out of his mouth, savoring the taste of her and he smiled as he looked at her lazily, knowing that the next time he tasted her, his tongue would get there before his fingers did.

So, hi, yeah!? That was some smut. haha I'm a little nervous about this because I don't normally let Daryl and Beth "get there" that quickly in my stories. So yeah, I'm nervous. Let me know how I did huh? I am loving Bethyl week. It's like the best thing ever! Thanks so so so so much for all the follows, favorites and reviews. Ya'll rock! I moved yesterday's prompt to this story to make it easier to follow. Hope yall don't mind. Until next time, my dears, xoxoxoxo