I do not own any of the TWD characters. Just a heads up, I'm taking a different approach to nearly every character in this story, so be prepared for that. Hope you're enjoying so far - I'm overwhelmed by the response I'm getting. It sure makes writing it a blast. Thanks so much for your continued support. Oh, watch out – there's SMUT ahead! You've been warned.
The Four Seasons
Part 3
Beth could tell that the consumption of alcoholic beverages was on the upswing. People were getting some substantial food in their bellies, shop talk was over for a while, and the laughter and banter was getting pretty loud. Kelly and Ginger had been out and about making their rounds at each table. Kelly introducing the newest intern to employees and spouses alike. Beth was happy to see that it looked as if he were being kind and respectful to the poor girl. Upon Kelly's return to their table, he bent down and whispered something in Daryl's ear. Daryl had a funny expression on his face and shrugged his shoulders. Kelly then shrugged his shoulders. Although she tried, Beth couldn't hear what they were talking about but it was evident they were batting different options back and forth. Shortly after that, Daryl made his way to the front of the room where the podium was.
"Excuse me" Daryl said. "I hope everyone is enjoying themselves – it seems as if you are. Are you having a good time tonight?"
Everyone clapped and cheered.
"Well, I've been approached with an interesting proposition?" he started again. Someone in the crowd, Beth was pretty sure that it was Negan, said something lewd like "I bet you were you sexy beast".
"Alright, settle down out there" Daryl joked gaining some snorts and laughter. "Apparently, this room is scheduled for a wedding reception this weekend and the staff is really anxious to get it broken down from our event so that they can start getting it prepared for the next event. With that being said, the hotel has a house band that has just finished downstairs in the bar. They've offered to send them up here and they'll be setting up in the ballroom across from us. Those that would like to stay for a continued open bar and dancing are invited to do so."
Well, seriously, who in their right mind would turn down a never ending open bar? And dancing! Daryl returned to the table and smiled at everyone there. "I hope you can stay with us a while longer" he said to his tag. James. That was his name – Beth had finally caught someone calling him by name. James and Marjorie, Beth told herself to lock those names up. James nodded and Marjorie looked as if it were the best news she'd ever heard. Daryl nuzzled close to Beth and began talking softly into her ear.
"Baby, I know this is goin longer than we anticipated, and this whole dancin thing was completely unplanned" Daryl began. "But, Hon, this is how things go. Ya just have to go with the flow." He looked at her with questioning in his eyes. Beth was certain that he was expecting her to blow a fuse after her whole episode about the yachting thing coming up this weekend.
"Daryl, I'm with you in this" Beth told him. "I'm learnin the ropes. I can be flexible" she said. "Speakin of flexible."
Daryl looked at her with a warning glance. "That's one of my skills sets" she said with a devilish grin. "I'm really bendy."
"God, don't I know it" Daryl growled under his breath.
"Need me to do anything?" Beth asked trying to get serious so that they could get through the rest of this evening.
"Actually, there is" Daryl said. "I need to hang here for a bit - make sure the interns get everything packed up that's ours. Sure as hell don't need to leave anything behind."
"Of course" Beth said. "So what do you want me to do?"
Daryl started to look a little nervous. "Well, since this is my gig tonight, and you're my spouse" Beth quirked an eyebrow at him. "Ya know what I mean" he said. "Since you're my spouse, you are in charge of gettin across the hall, makin sure that the food and drink gets transferred over there. Also, get that band goin and make sure they play shit people will dance to."
"Ah, throwin an impromptu party" Beth teased. "That's another one of my skill sets."
Daryl laughed. "I figured as much."
XOXOXOXO
Daryl entered the ball room where he heard the band pumping out the dance toons. The crowd had definitely gotten progressively louder as the night wore on. He was fucking exhausted, but everyone else appeared to be going strong. He had to admit though that he was looking forward to getting to dance with his woman. He remembered back to Glen and Maggie's engagement party and he'd snuck in a dance with Beth while her idiot boyfriend was getting soused at the bar on Hershel's nickel. Daryl scanned the room for the angel in the rose gold dress with that fucking evil ass beaded trim he'd been playing with under the table every chance he got.
Daryl heard her giggle over the music. There she was, her head tilted back in laughter. She was dancing with James while Kelly was charming the pants (so to speak) off of Marjorie, by twirling her around and making sure to dip her extra low at the end of the song. Marjorie was beaming and James looked as if he'd died and gone to heaven, and who wouldn't when they were dancing with Beth Greene. The song playing was Prince's Raspberry Beret. The older gentlemen was spinning Beth around on the dance floor like it was his job. Daryl always admired the dancing expertise of the older generation – they really knew how to move and it always looked so effortless. Not like his bumbling self. Lucille had tried her best to work with Daryl on his dancing but finally gave up and hired a dance instructor for his sorry ass. Daryl was happy to admit that his dancing was much improved, but nowhere near this guy.
The band wrapped the Prince number up and then began to play the happy beats of the Tom Tom club. He tapped James on the shoulder, "I've been waiting all night to get real close to this lady" he said.
"I bet you have" James said and handed Beth over to Daryl. "I think I'll go wrestle my own wife away from that newbie over there."
Daryl pulled Beth into his arms and held her close, nuzzling her head taking the time to smell her shampoo. "God Beth, I love you so much" he sighed. "You throw one hell of a party."
"I bet you say that to all the girls" Beth teased.
"Nope. Just you" he said. "Ain't but one girl for me Baby" Daryl told her. Daryl knew he really should take it easy on the PDA but he just couldn't help it. He bent down to kiss her gently and slowly.
"I love you Daryl" Beth whispered. "Ya know you're stuck with me now – doesn't even matter how that interview goes tonight – I ain't goin nowhere."
"Ain't lettin ya go anywhere" he murmured and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Daryl was thankful that the ballroom was very dimly lit.
Beth could see that Maggie and Glen were dancing and appeared to be having a good time. Beth was happy about that because she was worried about them. She didn't want anything bad to happen to them right here as their wedding was so close. Beth just couldn't for the life of her figure Maggie out. Her thoughts didn't stay on Maggie long though because she spotted Negan and Lucille dancing. Wow – now talk about an impressive couple. They owned that dance floor. Negan and Lucille moved together like a well-oiled machine and he looked at his wife as if she were the only woman on the face of the earth. Beth just couldn't figure him out either. One minute she really, really hated his guts and another minute she really, really wanted to like him. It was infuriating.
The band started playing Dean Martin's Ain't That a Kick in the Head. Beth absolutely loved this song – any song really by The Rat Pack. She had grown up listening to it at their local country club. While all of the other kids her age made fun of it, she secretly loved it. This sure wasn't the homecoming dance at Peach Tree City High School or even one of those so called formal dances at their little bitty ole country Country Club– this was the real deal. Daryl and Beth danced together as much as they could but they were both expected to circulate and make sure everyone that wanted to dance got the chance to do so. Beth had never danced with so many old man before in her life. She just hoped and prayed one old man in particular stayed the hell away from her for the rest of the night.
Oh, but her luck did not hold out. She knew the jig was up when she saw Daryl escort Lucille to the dance floor which left Negan nursing his scotch at the table alone. Somehow Beth knew that Negan was not the type to sit alone for very long. She started to make her way to the ladies room thinking that would save her. Wrong! Beth hadn't even had the chance to retrieve her clutch when she came face to face with him.
"Beth, I owe you an apology" Negan said as he looked her directly in the eye. "I was way out of line tonight. I was crass, even by my standards, and condescending, and an ass. And you can stop me anytime now."
" And why would I do that?" Beth asked him with a smirk. "I can think of a lot of other things you were tonight as well."
"I'm sure you can" he agreed. "I embarrassed and offended you, which hurt Daryl greatly. That is something I never wanted to do. My wife is also terribly pissed at me – which is also something I never want to do." Negan smiled at Beth. "I just wanted to apologize. Now, might I have this dance because my wife has temporarily left me for a younger man and I don't cope well when left to my own devices."
"Well, since you put it that way" Beth took his hand and Negan escorted her to the dance floor to take their place right next to Daryl and Lucille. Negan was a complete gentleman and Beth had to admit that Negan was probably the most talented person she'd ever danced with – ever. Beth remembered having to attend all those fuddy, duddy country club dances and dancing with all of the doctors and lawyers whose wives were sick of putting up with them. Usually, they were good dancers and thought they could intimidate her since she was so young. The joke was on them though because Beth had been in dance classes all of her life and was more than proficient in any type of dance you could throw at her.
Beth couldn't believe it when the band began to play Despacito. "Negan" she said trying to get the man's attention. He had seemed to have zoned out while holding her fairly close, not too close, but pretty close. "Negan" Beth said again.
"What Baby Doll?" he asked.
"Don't call me that" Beth cautioned.
"Of course not" Negan looked genuinely apologetic.
"I'd like to have this dance with Daryl because" and she hesitated, looking only slightly embarrassed, "well, it's pretty hot and I'm taking great pleasure in pushing him to the brink of, well, ya know."
Negan threw his head back and howled with laughter. "Girl, you are nothing but a big sack of trouble. Hell, let me get you delivered back to your man and I'll try to woo Lucille back into my good graces."
Back in Daryl's arms, Beth asked, "Can you salsa?"
He responded, "Can I salsa? I think the question is, can you salsa?"
Everyone left at the party took in the scene before them. Negan and Lucille were like royalty in the firm, the king and queen if you will. If those two were the king and queen, well then Daryl and Beth must be the prince and princess. The younger couple would most definitely be top contenders to take the Negan's place one day.
XOXOXOXO
With the streets nearly empty at this time of night, Daryl took full advantage of it and fired the Mustang up. Shifting gears, he looked over at Beth who had finally been able to take those damnable shoes off. Her toes were sticking out the window and her hair was a blowing mess in the wind, a glorious blowing mess.
"As much as I'd like to cash in on the rain check of a blowjob" Daryl joked "I just don't think it's really that safe of an idea. Ya think you can hold off on suckin my dick till we get home?"
"Babe, I'm gonna suck your dick, you're gonna eat my pussy and then we're gonna order pizza" Beth told him. "I'm fuckin starvin."
"How on earth can you be starvin? Did ya see all that damn food there tonight?" Daryl asked her.
"Entertainin dirty old man takes a lot out of a woman" Beth said. After she thought about what she just said she grimaced. "That didn't really sound very nice did it?"
They both laughed and thankfully they were arriving at the building. "Want me to drop you at the door? Ya don't have your shoes on Baby."
"Yeh, I'll wait for ya inside though" Beth placed a kiss on his lips, but made sure to slip her tongue in at the end. "Don't be long."
XOXOXOXO
Beth was in the bedroom while Daryl tended to Sam. Noah had come and spent most of the night with the dog, providing him some company and then taking him for his pre bedtime walk, but he'd missed Daryl terribly. Daryl gave Sam some much needed loving, fresh water, and then the dog was ready to go back to bed.
Daryl entered the bedroom to find Beth standing there – still in that cocktail dress, but her hair had been straitened up a bit and she was brushing her teeth. "Hey Baby" Daryl smiled at her and started undressing himself. He tossed his jacket on a chair, loosened his tie, and started for the buttons on his shirt.
"Stop" Beth said. She quickly got rid of the toothbrush in the bathroom and rinsed her mouth. When Beth returned she walked slowly to Daryl, almost in a stalking type fashion. Her hands wet to the buttons on his shirt and she finished the job he started. Once she pulled the shirt off his shoulders, she tossed it to the jacket and kissed Daryl slowly. "I love you so much" she said breathlessly.
Daryl went to speak but when Beth dropped to her knees and undoing his pants in one motion he was pretty much struck mute. Beth allowed Daryl's pants to fall to the floor – she pulled his boxer briefs down and took in the glorious sight before her that was Daryl Dixon's cock. She got wetter just looking at it.
He was already half hard and had been all fucking night. Daryl didn't even know how no one had noticed. Perhaps they had and he really didn't even give a fuck. Beth took his manhood in her mouth and did what she had promised him much earlier the evening before – the fucking blow job of his life. At one point, Daryl had to prop himself up against the dresser because he damn near blacked out. "Beth, Beth" he gasped out between clenched teeth. "Come here, Baby."
Daryl pulled her to a standing position and gently pulled the zipper of her dress down, then carefully shoved it off of her body. Beth stepped out of it and she tossed it to the increasing pile of clothing in the corner chair. There she stood in a pair of thongs that could barely be classified as underwear. The mesh like material was see through and matched the color of her dress. Daryl could see that Beth had some intimate attention while at the spa yesterday and he could not wait to investigate.
With an animalistic growl, Daryl picked Beth up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso. Daryl, not so gently, threw Beth to the bed and crawled up between her legs to join her there. "Spread those legs" he told her "that pussy's mine. Ya been fuckin teasin me all damn night and now I'm aimin to get what's comin to me."
Beth spread her legs for Daryl. Daryl decided right then and there that he wanted to mess those panties up. By damn, he knew he'd probably paid top dollar for those things which only made him want to eat right through them. Without even moving them to the side, Daryl started running his tongue up and down her slit. The slightly rough texture of the material combined with Daryl's hot tongue brought forth a moan out of Beth he'd not heard yet. It was wild, almost feral. Beth grabbed Daryl's head and just held him there where he continued to fuck her with his tongue, eventually pulling those panties off and adding his fingers.
"Whose pussy is this?" Daryl asked her. "Whose pussy is this?" he asked louder and smacked her ass when she didn't answer.
"Yours" she answered quietly. "It's your pussy."
"Can't hear ya Girl – I asked ya whose pussy is this?" Daryl growled.
"It's Daryl Fuckin Dixon's pussy!" she screamed.
"Ya got that shit right" Daryl had that smug half smile going.
Beth had her - no not hers – Daryl's pussy spread open and Daryl was rubbing it with both thumbs spreading it out even more, mesmerized with how the juice was dripping down to her asshole. God, he wanted to take a go at that sweet little asshole, but that he'd save for another day. Daryl was tongue fucking her pussy and every three of four jabs with his tongue, he'd circle around that clit and then suck it ever so slightly. "Oh my God Daryl, Oh my God, Oh my God" Beth was chanting. Daryl was certain the neighbors were cursing his existence. "I'm gonna cum Daryl!" Beth was screaming like she'd never screamed before.
"Go ahead Baby" Daryl's voice rumbled through to her core. "I've got ya, go ahead." That's all it took. Beth's body took on a life of its own. She convulsed and spasmed and screamed and squirted all over the damn place. "Fuck Baby" Daryl said. "That's good, so fuckin good."
Beth was a sobbing mess. "What's wrong Baby? Why ya cryin?" Daryl asked her.
"I need ya to fuck me Daryl" Beth whimpered. "Fuck me long, fuck me hard. I don't care how ya do it, just fuck my damn brains out."
No one ever said that Daryl Dixon couldn't follow directions. He flipped that girl over right where she was, pulled that fine ass of hers up in the air, smacked it a couple of times for good measure and then entered in one swift and not so gentle thrust.
"That what ya want?" he asked as he kept slamming into her over and over. "That what ya want? I'll fuckin give ya what ya want Girl, ya know that."
Beth was gasping for air and grasping for anything to hold on to for leverage. She'd managed to work her hands in between the mattress and head board and was holding on for dear life. "Yes, God, yes!" she yelled.
Daryl wasn't, couldn't, keep this up much longer and he could feel her inner walls starting to contract. "God damn Beth, I'll always give ya what ya want – or fuckin die tryin" he said. One final thrust and that was all she wrote. Beth collapsed to the bed, Daryl collapsed on to Beth, or thankfully, to the side of Beth. He covered them both with the comforter and neither moved the rest of the night. No pizza, no interview, nothing except blissful post best sex of your life sleep.