A/N Thank you so much for all the reviews and comments, I love hearing from you. And for those who follow and fave, thanks twice! We had big excitement last chapter, why it was a gosh darn wedding frenzy! And now it's time to Honeymoon!
They were so nervous while at the same time they were happy and full of love. And they were oh so full of longing to have this time together, alone. They'd been waiting for what felt like forever.
The furthest they'd ever gone was that fateful night they'd fallen asleep on his sofa. It was the day she'd seen his scars, and the night she'd let him take her blouse off. But this was going to go so far beyond that, this was so much more and she was excited, nervous and scared.
She was scared she'd do something wrong, scared she'd disappoint him, what if he hated her body? What if it hurt? And mostly she was scared he'd be sorry he married her.
He loved her and he wanted her but shit he was nervous, and he was scared. He'd never been with a woman who hadn't been around quite a bit, shit most of them had a bunch more experience than he did. But his new bride was a virgin. What if she hated it? What if she hated him? What if he hurt her? What if she was sorry she married him?
They pulled up to the little bungalow and he jumped out of the pickup to open her door. He smiled and she nervously smiled back, they were both pink from their necks to their ears. Without even thinking he found himself bending down to kiss her.
He pulled the room key from his pocket and took her hand, leading her to the bungalow door. He opened it with the key and looked at her with the biggest smile she'd ever seen Daryl Dixon smile.
And then he surprised her, he picked her up and carried her across that threshold.
Once through the door he carefully set her down. They were both embarrassed, excited, blushing and softly laughing.
Again he bent and kissed her on the lips, "I love ya Beth Dixon." And she reached for him, putting her arms tightly around his waist and her head on his chest, "I love you Mister Dixon."
They stood there hanging onto each other for a good while, soaking in the events of the day. It was official now, they were married. It was what they'd both wanted all along, to be together, to be allowed to be together. No one would ever keep them apart again.
"Lemme get yer bags, be right back."
He brought them in and commented, "This one here is much heavier, what? Did ya bring a bowlin' ball?" And he smirked.
"Oh gee you're so silly Daryl. It's my things I wanted to have. My 45s, my art things, my yearbooks all of my important stuff." She was blushing, even though she didn't mention the little diary that was in the case.
He carried her other suitcase to the bedroom and set it on the luggage rack.
When he came back to the small living room / kitchenette area he said, "I got us a bottle a champagne ta celebrate, wanna try some?"
"Golly I've never had a drink Daryl but sure, that sounds fun." They were both thinking a little something to calm their nerves might be a real good idea.
He didn't know one damn thing about champagne but he thought it was what you were supposed to drink when you got married.
She was thinking he was so grown-up and so thoughtful.
He popped the cork and it made a loud noise, the effervescent liquid bubbled from the bottle like a miniature volcano. He quickly put his mouth over the opening and leaned over the small kitchen sink with it. The champagne was filling his mouth faster than he could swallow.
She was giggling now and the sound of her laughing made him laugh, champagne was everywhere. Finally he managed to pour them each a glass. "I guess I'ma have ta practice at this."
He lifted his glass to her, "To us." Was all he said and she smiled at her new husband, "To us."
They drank the wine, neither one caring much for the flavor of it, but they held hands and they were each thinking about what was to come next.
He rose from the small sofa and took her by the hand, she stood and he held her close and kissed her, nuzzled his face in her hair and to her ear. He sucked softly on her earlobe and kissed and sucked the delicate skin of her neck. They were both feeling that yearning and he whispered to her, "Lemme take ya in the bedroom Cream Puff."
Again he picked her up and he carried her to the small bedroom. She was excited but also red faced and becoming more nervous. "Can I use the restroom, maybe change out of my dress?"
He smiled at his bride, "A course ya can."
She took a garment from her case and quickly made her way to the bathroom, he smiled to himself when he heard the lock turn on the door, did she think he'd barge in on her?
He stood there by the bed and waited, not sure what else he should do. Finally he slipped off his shoes, socks, trousers and shirt, leaving him in his shorts and undershirt.
After what seemed like quite a long while she finally opened the door and came out, still wearing the dress and looking slightly upset. Her face was as red as those cherries that adorned that dress.
She looked at him and she was so self-conscious when she told him, "I can't get it unzipped." He'd been starting to get a little concerned but now he grinned that small crooked grin of his, "C'mere, lemme help ya."
She walked to him and turned so her back faced him. He first put his hands around her waist and began to kiss and lick softly at the back of her neck, he slid that zipper down just enough to move his hands to her shoulders, feeling the softness of her skin. Again he began kissing, licking and nuzzling the delicate skin of her neck, and he moved his lips down to her shoulders.
He slid the zipper the rest of the way and slid his hands under the fabric and around her, placing a hand on each of her small breasts while continuing to kiss, lick and suck softly at her beautiful pale skin. He moved a hand long enough to pop the clasp of her bra. Again he moved both hands to her breasts, but now they were skin on skin. The feel of his hands made her whimper, they were rough and calloused, but his touch was loving, gentle. He pinched and rubbed tenderly at her taut nipples, and continued his attentions to her neck and shoulders.
They were both breathing heavily now and soft sounds of pleasure could be heard. In one move he slid the dress completely off her, and then the bra. He tossed both to the small chair in the corner and gently turned her around to face him.
She stood before him in her half-slip and stockings and he told her, "Yer so damn pretty, everythin' about ya is." He moved his hands to the curve of her hips and his mouth to her breast. Her hands were in his hair and she could feel the wetness between her legs. She was surprised by how his touching and his mouth on her excited her, surprised by how much she wanted even more of him.
He pulled the skirt of the slip up and moved a hand between her legs, feeling that dampness through her panties. And he became more aroused. He didn't have to think much, he was acting on love, desire and instinct. He removed the slip and she stood before him in her panties, garter belt and hose.
He pulled his own undershirt off and for the third time he lifted her in his arms, laying her gently on the bed and he lay next to her. He snapped the garters and slid the hose from her legs, stopping only to kiss the tender skin of her inner thighs.
He knew she was a little nervous, a bit unsure, and he looked to her now, giving her what he hoped was both a loving and reassuring look. "I love ya Beth, I'm actin' out a love, ain't gonna hurt ya, I promise."
She smiled softly and just a little nervously and he leaned in, passionately kissing her lips and breasts while removing the last of the barriers, her panties and his shorts.
He lay so close to her he was nearly on top, as he continued kissing her breasts and gently sucking and nibbling at them. His hand moved between her legs and he slipped a finger into her. At first she softly gasped, but then relaxed into his attention. She could feel the hardness of him pressing on her leg and she was taken aback by how much her awareness of his arousal heightened her own.
He maintained his attentions to her most sensitive areas and began to whisper softly to her, "I want ya real bad Beth, ya get me so fuckin' hot, ain't never wanted nuthin' like I'm wantin' ta be inside ya right now." With his words and his touch and his mouth, she felt herself shake apart with a physical pleasure that she had never imagined she could experience.
She was embarrassed by her loss of control, until she saw the smile on his face. "It feels good, don't it?" And she whispered, "yes."
That was all the encouragement he needed, he was more than ready, but he knew he had to move a little slow and he did. As much as he just wanted inside of her, to get right to it, he was cautious, entering her carefully. Still she let out a squeal and he stopped his motion, leaned up and looked at her with concern, "Did I hurt ya?"
"No not really, I was just startled. I didn't know it would be so big."
He lost it for just a minute then, moving his face into her neck and laughing softly, "God damn Cream Puff, I think ya just gave me a compliment."
He resumed what he'd started, moving into her completely and he felt that cherry break, and when it did he kissed her deeply and told her, "I love ya Cream Puff, ain't ever gonna love no one but you."
Even though it hurt just a little it also felt so good, he felt so good. She wasn't scared anymore, or nervous or embarrassed. She was too busy enjoying her husband's attentions.
With his mouth to her breast, and him moving inside of her with a steady rhythm, he slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her so she felt him even deeper, and she felt the movement of his maleness rubbing on her most sensitive area even more acutely. And again she felt herself shake apart with a forceful kind of pleasure. And then she felt her husband lose control and his movements quicken and he groaned with his own pleasure. And they were spent.
He had his hands on her head, fingers woven in her hair and he whispered to her "Damn Beth I never thought it could be so good, are ya okay? Happy?"
"Oh Daryl I had no idea what it would be like. Yes I'm happy and more than just okay, and I love you so much."
"I thought I loved ya as much as I could, but now I'm thinkin' I love ya more." She snuggled into him then and he thought to himself that he'd smiled more this day than he had in his entire life.
Then she said, "Well gosh darn it all anyway!"
"What?"
"I had a pretty new nightie I was going to put on for you."
He pulled her close to him, kissed her softly and told her, "Let's take a quick nap, give me 'bout 30 minutes, then I'll be ready for ya ta show me that nightie."
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Come Tuesday morning Mama was feeling kind of low. That big farmhouse was mighty empty with all three of her children gone. Shawn was back to school, Maggie was God knows where with that nasty redheaded man, and Beth was safely hidden away with Virginia, far from that Biker trash.
She was talking to Daddy about it and he admitted as well, he was lonely for his children.
Over their coffee they discussed the idea of going back to Savannah for Beth, bringing her home. They'd just keep a real close eye on her and surely she'd forget about that awful man.
It was just as they'd decided they'd go back to Virginia's on Saturday that the phone began to ring. Mama was feeling excited about their decision and she answered the phone with a cheery, "Good morning!"
She was pleasantly surprised to hear her sister's voice on the other end of the line, "Good morning to you Annette." And then her sister proceeded to tell her the story of Beth being spirited away sometime in the night, and her thinking to go to the courthouse and check the register. And then the most horrifying words Mama had ever heard, "It seems Beth and Daryl Dixon are now legally married."
Poor Virginia she was having a helluva time trying to act serious, concerned, apologetic and comforting, because as soon as she'd gotten on the phone darn if that Smitty and his mouth hadn't found their way down there between her legs, and he was enjoying the hell out of distracting her, in a real loving and affectionate way of course.
The phone fell from Mama's hand and she fell hard into the chair, now Daddy felt a sense of panic. He picked up the phone and as nearly impossible as it was for her, Virginia repeated the story to him. Daddy did something then that Daddy didn't do often, and never in front of Mama, that's right, Daddy used foul language. "Well that dirty bastard!"
Mama and Daddy were just beside themselves. Daddy called Sheriff Grimes right away, told him what had happened, told him he wanted that bastard arrested and right now!
The sheriff had to tell it to him straight, "I'm sorry for yer upset Hershel, I'm sure you and Annette hadn't expected ta wake up ta this news today. The trouble is what has happened is perfectly legal. Daryl is of age and so is Beth. Now unless you're certain he kidnapped her and somehow forced her ta marry him, well I have ta tell ya, there is no crime." Sheriff Grimes was smiling ear to ear on the other end of that receiver. Never would he have pegged Daryl Dixon for a guy who would whisk off a young woman and marry her.
It kind of made his day, but he wasn't going to say that out loud, to anyone.
"Ya know Hershel if this makes ya feel any better at all, I know Daryl Dixon. I know he may look like a rough cob, maybe he seems like trouble, but I can assure ya he's a real nice fella. He's an Army vet and he's got a real good job. He has a first-rate reputation for the quality of his work. I even pay him on the side ta do the work on my personal vehicle. Maybe you can find it in yer heart ta give the man a chance."
"It's highly unlikely I will ever give that man a chance! He has ruined my precious daughter's life!"
Grimes figured they'd settle into the idea and learn to live with it sometime soon. Otherwise they were going to lose a daughter for good.
Mama called Maggie's number and lo and behold her older daughter answered. "Margaret Greene! What is going on?!" Maggie was not feeling even a tiny bit sorry about anything so she just told Mama, "I'm now Margaret Ford Mama, and I'm very proud to be married to Abraham, he's a good man. Just because he's big and loud and brash, that doesn't mean he isn't sweet, loving and thoughtful." And that big old redhead was laying there next to her and he smiled down at her, and his hand slid up between her legs, and that was when Mama heard a noise coming through the phone that sounded like a big old bear growling.
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Merle called Dirty and told him he might be a little late for work, he was doing a little honeymooning this morning. Dirty started laughing his growly laugh and he said, "Damn I never woulda figured the Dixon Brothers for the marryin' type but ya boys done dropped like a couple a flies."
Merle just hung up that receiver and continued counting the freckles on Cassandra's body, the problem was he'd been trying all night but he kept getting distracted and he'd have to start all over again.
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In the meantime in a little bungalow in Savannah, there was a pair of young newlyweds who were having the time of their lives enjoying this new freedom of theirs. The freedom to show their love for one another in every possible way they could think up.
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A/N Everyone is just feeling so affectionate and all in love. Well except Mama and Daddy, they're not exactly feeling the love at all. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for reading along and please take a moment to review / comment. xo
To see our Honeymoon Couple please check my tumblr page, bethylmethbrick And if you enjoy this young version of Daryl and Beth, please consider reading my other current Bethyl fic, The Lesson Learned. Thanks so much and Happy Easter!