A/N: Shout out to my muse and now co-writer Carowen! I'd be lost without you girl! Again, I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS JUST THIS HURRICANE OF A MESS THEY ARE CURRENTLY IN. Also, I do apologize for not updating like i used to. I have been handling a lot lately, and between having 3 stories i'm trying to work on, a One Shot Tumblr Page I am co-writing on with Carowen24 it's been extremely hard trying to balance real life on top of it all. So, I will be updating this every week or so along with Dorm Days, which is a hurricane of it's own. I am planning to work on Breaking the Law and Dorm Days from now on until Dorm Days is completed and i can pick back up on Crescendo. This decision is based on the fact that the place it has been left at in Crescendo is satisfactory unlike these two. Hopefully you all understand. I love and appreciate every one of you! Hope you enjoy this chapter. This one is for you guys 3
Beth crossed her arms as Daryl slammed down on the gas. She stared out the window of the car, frustrated that he had just rejected her advancement. She closed her eyes to fight the burning tears that were fighting to break free. Beth had fallen asleep on the way to her house and Daryl took the opportunity to stop at the diner to get some food for her for when she woke up. He knew that whatever Gareth had slipped her had to still be in her system and was probably the reason she was acting so boldly but he knew she needed something to soak it up because even with as badly as he wanted her he didn't want her like that. She was groggy and her head was pounding when Daryl woke her to take her up to her apartment. She put her arm over his shoulder as he braced her weight with one arm around her waist and held onto the take out bag at the same time.
"Daryl, I'm sorry, really." Her tears were perched on the edge of her eyes and he wanted to take back everything he'd said to put them there.
"It's okay princess, let's just get you something to eat and to bed." She was grateful for his help and the tenderness he was showing her now. As she took the keys to her apartment out of her purse she saw the red light blinking on her phone. She handed him the keys as she scrolled through her phone to find 10 text from Maggie and 5 missed calls.
~Beth, why in the hell are you not answering the phone - M
~You better be getting laid - M
~Hello? -M
~Where are you? -M
~Are you ok? -M
~Did Daryl take you home? -M
~Bethany Greene Answer your damn phone! -M
~I am coming to your house! -M
~Where are you? I'm at your house and you aren't here! -M
~God Damn It Beth, Answer me! -M
"Fuck!" Beth said as she read over the text messages Maggie had left her.
"What?" Daryl asked sitting her food in front of her on the coffee table.
"Maggie is gonna kill me." Beth said before looking down at the burger in front of her.
"She'll get over it." He said as he grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and placed it in front of her. He sat down across from her watching her and making sure she ate her food and drank the water. He picked up his cup of coffee and sipped on it as she went to take the first bite of food. The smell turned her stomach and she pushed it back. Daryl picked it up and sat beside her. "You're gonna eat this or I'm gonna fed it to you... you're choice."
"Ugh" she huffed out. "Who died and made you boss?" she said as she grabbed the burger from him. Beth took a deep breath, holding it as she took a bite.
"Your common sense is what died. Why the hell would ya take a drink from that dipshit?" He said as he took another sip of his coffee.
"I didn't think he would drug me. Apparently the man is more insane than i thought." she said before taking another bite.
"No, apparently he has a damn death wish." Daryl said as he stood up and walked over to the balcony slider door. Pulling the door open he let in the cool fall fresh air and then sitting back down next to her.
"Death wish? Do you mean to track him down and kick his ass?" She took another small bite of the burger as Daryl lit up a cigarette.
"I know where to find him... courthouse is easy to find." He took a draw and blew the smoke out his nose.
"Courthouse? This wasn't Gareth... the drink was from that guy who tried to help me at the bathroom... uh, Phillip." Daryl felt his jaw clench, he really wanted to kick Gareth ass just for flirting with her. This new development was something he'd have to check into later, maybe ask Ty about him when he worked again. Beth finished her meal in silence as Daryl pondered the new issue created tonight. She finished off her glass of water before leaning into Daryl and wrapping her arms around his torso, placing her head on his chest and giving him a squeeze. He tensed beneath her and she released him quickly realizing his discomfort.
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to get in your bubble." Beth said as she sat back up. Daryl stood up without a word, walking to the balcony and flicking his cigarette over the edge. Beth watched as Daryl leaned against the railing for a few moments, looking over the town. Beth stood up walking over to the door. leaning against the frame. "I guess i'll go lay down, you are more than welcome to stay here and i will take you back to the bar in the morning to get your bike." she paused. "I'd understand if you didn't want to stay, i know i made this night a little awkward." she said softly as she closed her eyes for a moment and then turned away to go to bed. His grip on her arm stopped her in her tracks.
"I can stay. Sleep... that's it. When something happens between us, it won't be because of booze." His hand burned her skin, his grip making her core go wet. She took his hand and lead him to her bedroom, her heart hammering in her chest. She took a t-shirt and sleeping shorts from the top drawer and walked into the bathroom. Daryl sat on the edge of her bed, kicking his boots off.
"What the fuck Dixon... how in the hell did this happen?" He ran his hand through his hair and wanted to bolt. When she stepped out in her pink shirt and shorts, her pert nipples pressing hard through the pink material, he had to catch his breath as his cock pushed against his zipper.
He was struggling with himself now, how in the hell was he going to make it through the night?
Beth's whole body was on fire, her hardened nipples betraying her scorching skin. The bed was a King, something she had gotten a graduation gift from her parents. She felt so tiny in the huge bed, lonely, but her father had insisted that one day she would share that bed with her husband and children and they would need the room, so she didn't argue. She wouldn't be lonely tonight though, and the thought made her clinch her legs together for friction. Daryl was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands again before running his hands through his hair and looking back at her again.
"How ya feelin'?" he asked standing up from the bed and removing his vest and bowtie.
"Better, now that I know you're staying." She said honestly to him, her face not hiding her elation that he was here and willing to share a bed with her. That kiss back on the side of the road had been playing over and over in her mind as she changed into her night clothes but now that she was faced with Daryl before her sitting on her bed, she felt shy.
It was obvious that Beth was nervous as she played with the hem of her tshirt. Daryl was nervous too. This was a first for him as well. He had never shared a bed with a girl, a woman before. He had always been a quick hit it and quit it man that didn't stick around for cuddling after sex. But that wasn't even on the table tonight anyways. Daryl contemplated if he was going to remove his shirt, feeling restricted in the crisp collared shirt and dress pants that hugged in all the right places or so the ladies at the bar said.
"I have a pair of sweats and a tshirt of my brothers that you can use." Beth offered. Daryl nodded crossing over to stand behind her waiting for her to retrieve the clothing. Beth hadn't heard him move, but she could feel he was close, she felt like electricity had been ignited over her skin and her breathing quickened when she turned around finding him only a few inches away from her.
"Thanks." Daryl said as he grabbed the pants and shirt she had offered him and walked into the bathroom she had just came out from. After a few moments he emerged, the shirt hugging tight against his shoulders and biceps, causing the material to tighten over his broad chest. Beth was already in bed, goosebumps covering her sheet covered body. She wanted him but she knew he wouldn't have any part of it. Daryl walked around to the other side of the bed, climbing in and facing away from her, sticking to the edge of the bed where they wouldn't stand a chance at touching. "Beth?" he whispered out.
"Hmm?" she hummed as her heavy lids closed.
"'Night." he said awkwardly before walking around to the other side of the bed.
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Daryl woke a few hours later to a familiar noise he hadn't heard in a while. A woman moaning. He laid there for a moment trying to grasp where he was when he remembered he was at Beth's house, in Beth's bed, with Beth. His dick twitched at the thought. Beth. Looking over to the other side of the bed he seen her and this dick went from twitching to as hard as a rock in seconds. Her head was arched back in her pillow, blanket down at her feet, legs bent and spread, hand gripping a breast under her shirt, breathing labored with small moans escaping her lips. He didn't know if she was awake and relieving herself because she thought he was asleep but he wouldn't move just in case she was. He knew it was wrong but he watched as she clinched her thighs together before pushing a hand down into her shorts. Her breathing quickened, as she played with herself inside her shorts. Her moans became more frequent between gasps for breath. His dick was throbbing and he reached down to adjust himself against the straining fabric of his pants. A groan slipped from his lips and he quickly looked back at Beth's face to see if she had noticed him. She didn't stop playing with herself and she didn't open her eyes leading him to believe she was having a very wet dream. Rolling over to his side he propped his head on his hand as he watched her every move, memorizing them, memorizing every sound that fell from her lips as she pleased herself. He could see her hand working feverishly under her shorts and the ripple forming between her brows as she fought to find the right spot.
"Beth." He breathed her name in his sleepy voice which came out sounding more like a soft growl. Just then her back arched off the bed, her breathing hitched and her movements slowed as she let out the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, his name in a breathy moan dripping from her lips.
"Daryl." she said in recognition as her eyes snapped open. "Daryl!" she panicked sitting up quickly and facing him in a flash. Daryl sat up in the bed as she sprang up and stared at him. He tried not to grin at her but he couldn't hide the pleased look on his face.
"Good dream?" He chuckled out but the fact of the matter was he wanted to rip those shorts from her sweet little ass and fuck her senseless.
"Uh... no. I need a shower." She jumped from the bed and padded off towards the bathroom. Daryl sat there listening to the water hit the shower walls and wondered what her body looked like under the spray of hot water as it cascaded over her and down the curves of her body. The aching in his groin returned and he was fighting with everything in him not to jack off right there. The water stayed on for a while and he wondered if she'd fallen asleep in there. He patted towards the bathroom door and knocked gently.
"Beth?" The water was still spraying against the shower walls and in her hurry she had forgotten to lock the door. He eased the door open and found her sitting in the floor of the shower, fully dressed, under the water, crying. "Hey." Daryl said after silently walking over to the shower and crouching down next to her. "Hey." he repeated placing a hand on her face to make her look up at him. She was a mess. Her hair matted to her face and neck in a sopping wet mess. Her makeup running down her face. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and he hadn't seen anything so beautifully broken in his life. "Spill it." he stated.
She pointed to the towel on the rack and he retrieved it for her. She stood up and he wrapped it around her, holding her hand as she stepped out. As she sat on the bench next to his clothes, Daryl turned off the water. She rubbed the towel over her wet hair and tried not to cry gain. She heard him walking towards her as he squatted down before her. He took the towel from her hands and wiped the massacre that was down running down her face.
"Sorry." She said as she found her voice again.
"Girl, you ain't got nothin' to be sorry for. I was a dick... sorry about that." Beth gave him a brief smile as Daryl's hand rested on her cheek.
"I'm a mess. Let me get changed and we'll talk." Daryl handed her the towel back and exited the bathroom. Before he closed the door he heard her call his name. He jarred the door open and found her standing now in only a towel. "My memory is a little fuzzy. I know I kissed you but not much else. Did you or did you not say you wanted to fuck my brains out." His jaw fell open as he stared at her and she dropped the towel to the floor. Beth had started this night determined and even though it was now six in the morning, she wasn't going to give up that easy. She decided now was better than ever.
"Beth." his voice cracked between warning and want.
"Is that a yes?" she asked as she took a step forward. Daryl pushed the door open all the way stopping her next step.
"Nah, this is." He said before taking two quick strides taking her face in his hands and pressing his lips to hers. She stumbled back into the shower against the shower wall, Daryl pressed fully against her, she could feel his erection pressing into her hip.
Daryl couldn't believe he was doing this. She had her firm rules and he had his. Beth was just semi-drunk and drugged a few hours ago and here they were going at it like two horny teenagers. He didn't care, he wanted her, had wanted nothing else since the day he saw her. Beth moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid over hers and he became so painfully hard it hurt. Daryl pulled back from her, the two of them breathless. "Are ya sure?" He had to know, he didn't want to be a mistake to her. Beth stood there, her back against the cool tile and the realization hit her that she was going to fuck Daryl Dixon, her once client, the bad boy she met in an interrogation room. She bit her lip looking up at him through her lashes and nodded. Her hands were on his sides and she slid them down to his waist, lightly pushing the material over his hips. She looked down as they fell to the floor, his manhood now freed from it's confines. Her body shook in anticipation and she rubbed her thighs together without thinking. Her hands slid up from his hips to the hem of his shirt pushing the material up before his hands grasped her wrists.
"The shirt stays on, princess." he said before pulling her arms up above her head and dipping his head down to take a breast in his mouth. The feel of his tongue on her nipple, the way he was licking and sucking the over sensitive bud was driving her wild. She didn't care that he wanted his shirt to stay on, she would find a way to touch his chest later. As Daryl rolled her nipples into hard pert buds, she ground her hips against him, against his erection. "Fuck." Daryl growled out and Beth smirked.
"That's what I'm asking for, sugar." she said softly as she pressed her head back against the tile in pleasure. He gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her up, her legs now straddling him. Her hot, wet core was so close to the head of his cock all she had to do was wiggle and he'd be inside her. Daryl held her tight, his fingers pressed into the creamy flesh of her back side. Beth tossed back her head again as he placed feather light kisses between her breasts, over her shoulders and up the side of her neck. As he sunk his teeth into her neck, she let out a moan, her hips jerking.
"Goddammit Beth... yer so fuckin' beautiful." he growled against her neck. She moaned again and he moved his hips back and gave her a hard, quick thrust. She looked like an angel and now he knew that she felt like heaven too, as her warm velvet walls surrounded him. He felt lost. He wanted her in the most primal of ways. He wanted to mark her. Make her his. Never to be tainted by another man but him. He didnt know where this was coming from or why, all he cared about was being base deep in the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He pressed his body firmly into hers as he thrusted his dick into her slick opening. He could feel the ball slowly growing tight in his lower abdomen and knew he wouldnt last long if he kept this up. He reached down pulling her legs from around his waist, he pulled himself from her regretting the decision immediately at the loss of her body's grip around his throbbing cock.
"No dont stop." Beth pleaded.
"Dont wanna end the show too soon." Daryl growled against her neck before picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. Walking back into the bedroom he tossed her onto the bed and knelt at the edge of it. He gripped her thighs tight as he pulled her core to him before diving his tongue inside her opening. The moan that left her at that moment reminded him of what started all this in the first place.
"This happen in yer dream, sex kitten?" He asked after running his tongue up her slit and over her engorged bundle of nerves.
"This is so much better." She moaned out as he placed his mouth back on her again, sucking on her clit.
"Sweetest Georgia Peach ive ever had." He said licking his lips and looking up to meet her blown pupils staring down at him. His dick was throbbing by this point, aching for release but he had wanted to make her come first knowing if he slipped back inside her tight walls he was only going to last a few minutes. He ran his tongue up her slit one more time before sucking her clit into his mouth once again. Her breathing was beginning to become labored and her chest was heaving as she gripped the back of his head in her hands, pushing his mouth more firmly against her. Listening to her moans becoming louder as each second passed he took two fingers rubbing her opening with them before pushing them deep inside of her, curling them to the front. He found the spongy flesh and began massaging the small area that he knew would push her over the edge and explode her nerve endings. Beth's hands were gripping his hair tightly as she finally let out the breath that she was holding and moaned his name loudly. As she came all over his chin, not wasting anytime he pulled himself from her core to climb over her thrusting his cock deep inside her throbbing walls. He placed his arms under her, putting his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place as he pounded into her repeatedly. She was just starting to come down from her climax when she started moaning wildly again.
"Oh God! Daryl, right there. Oh my God. Yes! Keep hitting that spot!" She growled out to him through moans of pleasure. "Oh fuck!" She moaned before her walls started their convulsions again, gripping his dick inside of her, causing him to drop his head to her shoulder as he moaned. With one final thrust, her walls were gripping him, milking him of every drop he had to give, filling her with himself, with his cum. Marking her, he bit down on her collarbone as he spilled himself deep inside of her tight little body. They laid, sated and sweaty, against each other, Daryl letting his orgasm flow through and over him like a tidal wave of utter bliss. He rolled off of her, Beth's hand going to her chest as she quivered beside him. She looked more beautiful now than she did before he made love to her. She was glistening and flushed, her blue eyes two big pools of raging ocean. Beth sat up, her breathing starting to return to normal. Her hand rested on his stomach, her head lolling forward as the blonde hair hid her face. He rose up, pulling her hair behind her shoulder.
"You okay?" He had to make sure. She was quiet and he wasn't sure if she regretted it or not.
"Yeah, perfect actually. I've never had anyone do that to me before." The smirk on her face made his heart leap, he was glad that she told him that, that he brought her to a place of pure euphoria. He gave her a kiss before he headed off to the bathroom and then it hit him, they didn't use protection.
"Jesus Christ." He slapped his forehead, wondering if Beth had came to the same conclusion. Daryl walked back into the bedroom. "Tell me your on birth control." He said before stopping in his tracks. She was asleep, tangled in the sheets, hair wild from sex. Her face holding a content angelic smile as she slept.
"What? Birth Control? No." She sat up in the bed wiping her eyes, the smile on her face now a look of utter terror as the realization struck her hard. Daryl paced the bedroom, his hands rubbing over his face and hair.
"You should've told me to stop, you should've said something... anything." He started putting his clothes back on, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet. He went through the money he had, hoping it was enough to get her the fix. Beth gathered the sheet up around her naked body and followed him to the front door.
"Daryl... we need to talk. We need to figure this out." She blinked at him as tears started to form in her eyes.
"I am figuring this out. I'm gonna get you that morning after pill." he said as he started to step out of the door.
"No." Her voice came weak, but the word was strong enough to knock the wind out of Daryl.
"No?" he huffed. "No?!" He said stepping back in the door. "What ya want from me girl? huh?" he said slamming the door behind him. He didn't really know if he was mad at her decision or if he was just mad at himself for not thinking straight. "Ya really want a kid with some piece a shit nobody that ya had to save from gettin put in the slammer?" he yelled. Beth had tears rolling down here face as she placed a hand on her stomach.
"I can't kill it if it is there." she whispered looking down at her stomach. She wiped her face, straightening her back as she stepped up to Daryl, determination in her eyes. "Go if you want to, you don't have to worry if I am. If you believe you are that sorry piece of shit you say you are, go ahead and leave. And never come back!" she yelled at him poking his chest as she screamed. Daryl stood there letting her yell. It was his fault and he couldn't blame her for it.
"Goodbye Beth." he said quickly before turning around and walking out the door without glancing back once. The door slammed behind him and Beth broke down again, falling to her knees.
