A/N Thanks for reading along and for all the great comments. When we left our couple it was at the end of a very long day and night. The Deputy is gone for good and Bethyl are together at Daryl's. In his bed. What could possibly happen next?

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He woke some time around noon and he smiled when he realized why, Flower was in his arms. Her back was pressed against his chest and her hair was tickling his nose. He liked the feeling. That wasn't all of it though. He was hard and it wasn't just morning wood, he was ready for her.

He nuzzled into her hair and began softly kissing her neck as his finger moved lightly along her shoulder, slipping the strap of her nightie down. He kissed his way along the silky skin, then slowly worked his lips back across her shoulder and up by her ear. It was all so warm and sensual and she felt herself easing back even closer to him while murmuring a contented "mmm" as he nibbled at the lobe. He thought he knew the answer when he asked, "Is it the weekend yet?"

She was sleepy and it took her a moment to realize what he was asking. When she did she didn't have to give it any thought, "Yes, if you want it to be then I want it to be too."

Her answer caught him by surprise, he thought he'd just been wishful thinking. He was stoked but also a little nervous. He wanted to make certain she knew exactly what he was asking. "Ya sure Beth? Ya sure ya wanna get next ta me…ya want me in that way? Now?"

She'd waited a long time for this and she'd made him wait. She'd been trying so hard to be the same "good girl" she'd always been. Things were different now though. What happened with the Deputy had her thinking how dramatically everything could change and it only took an instant. She loved Daryl, Daryl loved her. Why was she denying them both this expression of that love?

He'd wanted her for so long he was having a little trouble believing she was really ready for this with him. Then she rolled over and her still sleepy eyes were looking into his as she smiled so sweetly and a little shyly, "I'm sure Daryl. I'm tired of waiting for something I've known I wanted all along." He didn't know what to say or if he should say anything at all, so he didn't speak. Instead he kissed her. There was passion but it was so much more than just that. She felt the love in his kiss. That's what always made everything with him so special for her. It wasn't just that he told her he loved her, it was the many ways he showed her his love.

He took a long look at her and he dug everything he saw. Her hair was a mess of out of control curls and he couldn't keep his fingers from combing through the golden disaster. While his fingers played in the curls his lips moved along her jawline, slowly followed the soft curve of her neck and then kissed their way back to her ear. She owned his heart and she'd given hers to him. He didn't take those things lightly. He felt both the pleasure and the pressure of being her "first." He stopped his kissing only long enough to whisper what was in his heart, "I wanna make ya happy it was me ya picked Flower."

She held his face in her hands while she told him, "I knew almost from the first time I saw you, it could only ever be you Daryl."

Her words stoked the flames of the fire already burning inside him as his hand slipped inside her nightie. The sensation of his strong working man's hand skimming along the soft and delicate skin of her tummy and breast was such a sexy contrast and both of their bodies reacted. He grew harder and she felt the wetness between her legs spread as their flesh seemed to tingle. There was a heat that flowed not only through them but between them. She marveled at his skill as he slipped her nightie off before she could even completely grasp what he was doing.

His body was pressed so close to hers she could feel the warmth radiating off his skin as his lips and tongue teased at her breast. His open hand was lightly stroking her thigh and along the curve of her bottom and the suggestive touching made her crave more of him. More of his touching, more of his tongue, more of his lips. The sensuality of the physical combined with knowing the man who was touching her was a man she loved and trusted added to her pleasure, and deepened her desire to take this step with him.

His tongue was flicking across her taut nipple, teasing her and making her feel even more aroused, and then he raised his head and smiled up at her, "Ya got the prettiest and sweetest little boobs Flower, I dig everything about em." He wasn't especially eloquent but it didn't matter, it was all about what he said, not how he said it. His mouth again engulfed the breast and what he was doing felt so good and with the words he'd said she soon forgot how self-conscious she'd always been about her size. He seemed to be happily satisfied as he sucked hungrily and his tongue played across her nipple.

Her hands began to rub along his back, clutching lightly at the scarred skin. Right away she felt him tense and he leaned up, "Flower, it's…that shit's just a turn off."

"Not for me. Its proof of just how strong you are and that turns me on. I love all of you Daryl." Knowing she wasn't turned off turned him on even more. He was ready for more of her and his fingers moved to tease and tickle the insides of her thighs. It was a sensation she'd never experienced and she let out a soft, "Oh…" followed by a sexy little moan as she held him tighter. She didn't resist as he slipped her panties off, then rolled on his back just long enough to pull his boxers off.

She'd always been so modest. She didn't even like other women, not even her Mama or her sister seeing her naked, but there was no hiding from his eyes. The sun was streaming in on either side of the window shade and she knew he could see her body every bit as well as she could see his. She felt so much more at ease when he looked at her and smiled, "Ya got the prettiest little body girl, I dig it." His body was beautiful, so strong and so masculine. The way his muscles appeared to tighten and relax as his arms and hands moved caused the wetness between her legs to surge.

She was both fascinated and intimidated at the sight of his engorged manhood. Even though she was sure she wanted to take this step with him she was apprehensive. She wondered how in the world it would fit, and if it did how could it possibly feel good?

Her mind didn't stay there though. His lips, his tongue and even his nose continued teasing her breasts and then she felt his finger slip into the wetness between her legs. For just a moment it took her breath away and he worried, "Am I hurtin' ya Flower?"

"No, no it's…no don't. Don't stop."

He couldn't help himself, he smiled, "I can't."

Her words further heightened his desire and as she relaxed into his touch he found that small sensitive bump. He began rubbing it in a way that was getting her more and more turned on. Now she completely forgot all those worries about things fitting and feeling good, she was certain she wanted to feel him in her and she was sure now it was going to feel good.

While his fingers continued to work what she was sure must be some kind of magic, his lips moved from her breast and he began kissing his way up her chest, along her collarbones and her throat to her ear. His breath was warm and moist as he huskily whispered, "Everythin' about ya looks and feels so good ta me Flower. I ain't goin' nowhere girl. I love ya for real."

All she could manage to respond was, "mmm…I love you, always." He was pressing his body into hers just a little harder, rubbing himself against her as he kissed her with a mix of tenderness and passion. The movement of his fingers inside her intensified while the pad of his thumb worked circles on that sensitive little bump that she was sure must hold all of her nerve endings.

She felt herself start to tremble more and more as if she were cold, but she wasn't cold at all. Everything felt warm and tingly and she was starting to feel something happening, like she'd lost control of her own body. She was squirming and her hips began to rise up and she didn't have power over any of it. She couldn't help making low moaning noises and she was experiencing such an intense craving for more and more of his touch, certain she could never get enough. She heard herself tell him, "Daryl, Daryl I…"

Her reaction to his touching turned him on even more and his fingers went a little deeper and their movement and the movement of his thumb were a little faster and a little more urgent as he encouraged her, "Come for me Flower, come for me." Her heart was pounding and she couldn't seem to get enough air. Her whole being shook as if she was having some kind of spasm and she gripped him more tightly. It didn't even seem like her voice when she called, "Oh, oh, Daryl, oh, oh my gawd," and then there was the most delicious release. She came so hard she was sure she'd pass out and then her body became limp and weak. She couldn't quite catch her breath and she was certain her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest.

He held her to him, softly and slowly rubbing his palm up and down her back, "I'm so jazzed I could make that happen for ya. Love ya so much Flower."

He gave her a minute to catch her breath and then his lips were on the warm damp skin of her neck where he nuzzled, licked and softly sucked. He didn't dwell too long though, soon he was spreading kisses over her whole body while her fingers wound in his hair. In a low raspy voice she kept repeating, "Daryl, oh Daryl."

The feel of his lips kissing what seemed like every inch of her body made her smile and it also refueled her passion. His lips moved lower, kissing along her tummy and then her pelvic bones, and then his body slipped between her legs and his mouth was buried in her wetness. She was startled, "Daryl! What are you doing?!"

His head lifted and he looked at her with a mischievous little smile, "I'm just havin' some fun and if ya let me, I think it's gonna be fun for you too." Before she could respond his tongue and his lips got busy and she forgot everything except him and how good he made her feel.

She couldn't seem to make herself just lay back and enjoy what he was doing. Her upper body was rising up and her legs were shaking all over, while her fingers tugged at his hair. His arms slipped around her thighs, holding her steady and she was sure he'd buried his face deeper. She felt herself go back to that place where he'd taken her earlier. Her breathing was rapid and her heart was beating so hard, and then he moved.

He reached over and took a small packet from the drawer of the bedside table opened it and she saw him slip the rubber on, and then he was above her. His mouth was on her breast again, licking and teasing and then he shifted enough to look her in the eyes before giving her a slow, deep kiss. He was propped on one hand, the other hand lightly stroking her hair when he told her, "I love ya Flower, I never loved any woman but you and I never will. I'ma do everythin' I can not ta hurt ya," whatever fear she'd had was gone. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

She felt the tip teasing at her and then she felt him slipping slowly into her. The sensation startled her and he asked, "Okay?"

"Yes, yes." She felt the movement of his hips as he very slowly rocked up and down, gently entering her just a little at a time. All the while he was kissing her lips or her throat or nibbling at her ear and whispering, "It's all gonna feel so good Flower, you'll see." At least he hoped he could make it that way for her. He pushed more deeply and she felt it and she knew what had happened and so did he. The cherry had been popped. She'd let out a little squeal, it hurt. Not terrible, but a little. He was worried, she could tell by the tone of his voice, "Ya okay? Ya need me ta stop?" He hoped like hell she wouldn't say yes but if she did he would.

"I want this." Her words excited him more but he wanted to be careful with her. He was slow and easy as he moved in her until he felt her body begin to move with his. He was stoked when she started keeping rhythm with him and he knew she was into it. He quickened the pace just a little while his mouth went back to nipping and sucking at her breasts. When he felt her soft hands clasp onto his ass as if she was trying to pull him deeper, he gave her what she wanted. All of him.

"Oh, oh Daryl…"

"Still okay?"

"So good." They both fully relaxed then and gave into the pleasure of what they were doing together. It wasn't just her first time. It was his first time too. The first time he'd ever been with a woman he loved and the first time he'd ever been someone's first.

He was moving inside her while softly nestling his face in the curve of her neck when she felt his open palms slip under her back, and then slide down to grasp her ass. She had the sense he was lifting her low body up a little and his strokes were a little harder and the sensation was startling. It felt so good as he seemed to push so deeply into her and she heard the smile in his voice when he whispered, "I think I hit bottom Flower." He wasn't just deeper, now it felt as if with each stroke his body was rubbing harder against that sensitive little nub. That was when she sensed it happening once more, and this time she knew exactly what was going to happen and that made it even better.

This man, he did this to her. He took her breath away and he set her trembling body on fire while causing her heart to race; and it was all so perfect as her body went from a quiver to a quake and she let herself go while calling out his name, "Daryl…Daryl…"

He pulled her closer, his muscles all seeming to tighten at once as his body stiffened. His face was buried in her neck and he was pumping into her so much harder and so much faster, and as he hoarsely called out, "Beth, damn Beth," suddenly his whole body got rigid and then it relaxed as his release came and they collapsed into each other.

As they lay together, his arms around her and her head on his chest he told her, "I don't know what I'da done if anythin' woulda happened to ya Flower. I don't even wanna think about it, I just know I couldn't a gone on."

She lifted her head up enough to look in his eyes, "Don't say that Daryl. Don't. You're the strongest and bravest person I know. You could survive anything."

"Maybe I could if you were with me."

He didn't want to leave her laying there in bed, but he had to and he knew why. "Be right back." He knew there would be a mess and there was. Blood from her and cum from them both. He cleaned himself up and brought her back a warm washcloth, but he didn't give it to her. He wanted to do this for her. "We're both gonna need another shower but this'll help," he smiled. At first she was embarrassed to have him cleaning her but it was such a loving gesture and again, it was the things he did and the way he cared for her that really showed his love.

They only spent a few more minutes enjoying the warmth of this time together. They had to shower and get to the farm. Her folks were worried and he wanted them to see for themselves that their daughter was okay. That's when the thought struck him, he'd just had sex with their daughter. He'd never had to look anyone's Daddy in the eye after doing what he and Beth just did.

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A/N We knew something was going to happen in that bed. Please leave a comment / review. If you'd like to see the chapter photo of our couple it's on my tumblr blogs gneebee and bethylmethbrick. I thank you all so much for reading along and I hope to see you back next Friday for more of Flower Power. Until then remember, All You Need is Love and I love ya large! xo gneebee