Daryl, with his lips still on hers, lowered himself and grabbed under her thighs, bringing her legs up around his waist a little too easily. The man had muscle, there was no doubt about that. Her legs locked behind him instantly in what she told herself was purely instinct.

"You're heavier than you look." He sat her on the counter of the sink, standing in between her legs, smirking.

"Well ain't you a charmer." Beth shot back at him.

He studied her for a moment. He slowly brought his hand to her face, pushing away a few strands of hair that hung loosely in front of her bright, blue eyes, tucking them behind her ear. Her eyes widened at the nice gesture. This man murdered a countless number of men. This man sold drugs, guns, and god knew what else they hadn't found out about yet. But god did his stare and his actions just make her want to say, 'Fuck my job and fuck me please'.

His hand left her check and without breaking contact moved his hand slowly to where the hem of her top stopped. He played with it for a while and then moved his hand underneath it. She should stop him but this was all part of the plan. She was in character.

He came into her and nuzzled the crook of her neck as his hand traveled further up and finally got to his destination. She should feel dirty. She should feel ashamed. But it was out of her control to let a small moan escape her lips as he gently groped and kneaded her breast. His hand was really warm as it dipped inside her bra and pinched her nipple. His other hand ran the expanse of her thigh, gently running up and down her leg.

Beth knew this was not right. It wasn't professional. And it was incredibly irresponsible. But he was irresistible. She turned her head and her lips came in contact with the side of his jaw. He moved his face and their lips connected again.

As much as she hated it and wished things were different, she was working. And he was a criminal. She put her hands up on his shoulders, not breaking the kiss, and started pushing his jacket off. His hand came out from under her shirt and stopped her which made her nervous but then he pulled it off himself and let it drop to the floor beside them. But he didn't stop there. His hands dropped to his belt and then she realized she hadn't really thought this through. Her objective was just to get him to remove his jacket.

'Now I know why this was a stupid, idiotic plan', Beth thought to herself. Thank god, she also was a fast thinker. Came with the job experience. She put her hands over his to still them. His eyes met hers and she somehow found her voice, "I'm sorry, I can't."

His voice was husky, and raspy, almost a growl, "Why not?"

She shrugged, "It's a public restroom? In a bar. No, thanks." She put a hand on his chest and pushed him back as she dropped down off the sink.

Daryl clearly was dazed by her sudden change of heart, "Fucking tease. The hell did you want me to think when you pulled me in here?"

She held back her biting remark she had in her head and just looked up at him with the most innocent look she could muster, "Heat of the moment?" He scoffed as she bent down to retrieve his jacket. She messed with it looking like she was fixing it. 'A Ha! Gotcha.' She hid the smirk as she expertly slipped the small flip-phone out of his jacket pocket and into her pocket. She brought his jacket around his shoulders and came in for a lingering kiss and pulled away slowly, her face centimeters from his, "I enjoyed this." She really had.

Daryl fixed his jacket and looked up at her with a hooded gaze, "You should finish what you started. Ain't polite to leave a man wantin'."

She smiled, "Maybe next time." She knew there would be no next time. They were total opposites, not to mention her job looked down upon dating criminals. This was just one mission, which was all this (whatever this connection they both felt) would ever be.

He was back to just staring at her trying to figure her out. She didn't like that. "Why'd you bring me in here?" Bastard was not stupid, she gave him that.

"Uh, I told you. I just got lost in the moment. Then I realized where I was 'bout to… Well ya know." Beth shied away from his stare, turned towards the mirror, and acted like she was fixing her make up, stalling so he would leave first.

He didn't leave, "Lemme get this straight. You let a man you hadn't ever seen before grab you and you go along with it. But when you initiate something you back out the next second." He was not letting this go. He was stubborn.

She turned to him, "I just… Sometimes when you're in the moment, you don't think."

Daryl nodded slightly, "So if we was to be somewhere else?"

She cocked and eyebrow, playing along, "You askin' me on a date?"

Daryl shook his head, "No, I'm talkin tonight. I got a place nearby."

Beth giggled authentically and stared up at him, her eyes shimmering, "Like I said, maybe next time."

Daryl sighed as he started walking towards the door, "Fine. Your loss." She could hear the sarcasm and humor in his voice and she let out another giggle. He turned around, "Name?"

Beth answered with an alias, "Claire."

"Claire…" Beth shivered as he rolled the name off his tongue, "Got a number, Claire?"

He may be into some fucked up shit but he was adorable. Her smile disappeared as he went for his first pocket of his jacket. Shit.

"No!" He looked at her weird but his hand dropped from his pocket. She continued, "I mean, I'm switching services. Getting a new number soon."

He shook his head, "Ya don't haveta make up excuses…" He turned back towards the door but called over his shoulder, "Name's Daryl by the way."

His hand was on the knob when a phone started going off and she really wished it had been hers. But hers was in her purse. Which was outside the bathroom door. The vibrations from the phone in her front pocket sent shock waves through her each time. Yep, stupid plan. Incredibly stupid.

Daryl's hand dropped from the knob and came to his jacket's pockets. Then he turned slowly to Beth. His face had changed completely in the matter of seconds. It was almost like she was staring at a completely different person. She almost missed his growl over her thudding heart.

"You gonna answer that?"

Note: The plot thickens ;D I could leave it here and make you wait a while for the next chapter but... I'm not that mean. I love everyone that is showing support. I really love this story and there is much more to come!