Bonnie & Clyde

Chapter 7

They'd spent a month in Argentina so far. One glorious month, not worrying about money or getting shot, or arrested. One month of waking up every morning and making love, relaxing on the beach, drinking, and swimming, and making love again before going to bed, holding each other tight. Beth was in heaven. She slowly slipped from the bed after giving Daryl a quick kiss and opened up her laptop and logged into the Fox News channel's website, listening to the news report as she made coffee. A particular story caught her ears as Daryl walked into the kitchen and kissed her.

"The modern day Bonnie and Clyde, known as Beth Greene and Daryl Dixon have disappeared, seemingly off the face of the earth, and authorities are baffle. There have been no sightings, no robberies, nothing to report on the couple. Government officials are dyeing accusations to an undercover take down."

Beth laughed as she sipped on her coffee. "They think we were taken out by the government, like in a movie." She shook her head and looked at Daryl. "They're not very smart."

He smirked and pulled her from her seat before sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. "Why do you think they could never catch us?" He kissed her shoulder as they watched the report go on about how if anyone knew where they were to contact authorities.

Beth smirked and grabbed her cell phone. "Smile for the camera baby." She held it up and flipped off the camera. Daryl smirked and held both arms out, flipping the camera off. She snapped the picture and plugged her phone into the computer, attaching the photo to an email and sent it off to Fox News. "Merry fucking Christmas, dicks," she muttered drinking her coffee.

"This just in, apparently, we've received a photo." The reporter paused and waited for the photo to appear on the screen. "This was received moments ago in our email. It's being tracked to see if we can locate their whereabouts." Beth smirked as the picture of them flipping off the camera appeared on the screen, their hands blurred out. Everyone looked traumatized as they rushed about and the reporter tried to come up with something to say. "I'm being told that the source of the photo is from…Argentina." She looked off screen to make sure she'd heard it right. "Argentina? Oh that's just wonderful. You know they can't be extradited right?" Apparently this woman was not a fan of theirs.

Beth turned off the broadcast and looked at Daryl. "So much for catching Bonnie and Clyde," she teased.

Daryl smirked and kissed her. "They never stood a chance." He picked her up and laid her back on the table, pulling his shirt off of her shoulders and dumped it on the floor, kissing her shoulder, slowly making his way down to the slope of a breast. Beth moaned, her back arching as he sucked on her nipple, his fingers brushing over her pussy, stroking her clit, teasing her. She whined and tried to pull his head up, wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him closer. She hated it when he teased her. He just smirked against her skin and slowly eased a finger inside of her, pumping it slowly, teasing her.

"Daryl," she whined. "Please."

He smirked and looked up at her through his hair. "I love it when you beg," he told her, pulling his cock from his lounge pants. Beth licked her lips as spread her legs just a little farther apart as he guided it to her pussy. She needed him, now. As he started to ease inside of her she wrapped her legs around his hip and pulled him against her, causing him to slam into her. Beth let her head fall back, moaning as he growled above her. "You're just full of it this morning," he groaned out, gripping her hips tightly. She smirked and gave him a wink. "Gonna wipe that smirk right off your face," he warned her before pulling his hips back and slamming into her, keeping good on his promise. Beth's eyes snapped shut as her back arched off the table.

Daryl stretched her deliciously, filled her completely. Her nails bit into the skin of his back as he crashed against her like the waves twenty yards from their house. She moaned, her body clinging to him, starting to sweat as he fucked her on the table. "Oh god," she gasped out. "Daryl." She shook her head. She needed more, she needed harder but she couldn't get the words out as he started to rub her clit.

He smirked and bit down on a nipple lightly, slamming against her with enough force that the table was rocking. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" he asked, speeding up his thrusts and his thumb on her clit. "You're going to come all over my big dick."

White hot pleasure shot through Beth as her orgasm tore through her, viscous and demanding. Daryl growled above her as he pussy clamped down on his cock again and again, pulling his orgasm from him. He held onto her hips tightly as they slowly came down from their highs. "I love you," she whispered, leaning up and kissing him.

"I love you too."

…

Later that night, they were down on the beach, Daryl leaning against a tree, Beth between his legs, wrapped up in a blanket and his arms as they watched the waves crash against the beach before them. He played with her hair lightly and kissed her head. They had checked in with the news periodically throughout the day. The president was assuring everyone that they were doing what they could, but everyone, including Beth and Daryl, knew better. Argentina had no treaty with the states, they wouldn't extradite them, they were untouchable and that pissed off the government more than anything.

Daryl just smirked as he kissed Beth's head again, wrapping his arms a little tighter around her. He was going to keep his queen safe, living in luxury, safely out of reach of the law and in his arms. They were unstoppable, untouchable, unbreakable. They were Bonnie and Clyde, only this time, the law wasn't going to stop them.