Quick Update: Daryl's finally realised that Beth had a wonderful idea when she wanted them to get together...

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A blissful moment of absolute panic took over her. Daryl saw the change in her face, saw the flush of red on her throat, saw the surprised tears in her eyes. He was pretty stunned himself, he held her close, kissed her tears away and was glad to kiss her lips when she had caught her breath enough to kiss him back.

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"Wanna kiss you..." Daryl murmured, which confused Beth a little, because they were kissing. He began slowly kissing her throat and down her body. Beth felt a flutter of nerves as she understood quite where he meant to kiss.

Daryl realised she had held her breath for a second. "You want me to stop? I can stop." He pushed himself up on his arms, away from her.

"No! Don't stop!" Beth was very emphatic and Daryl was glad to return his lips to the circle he was kissing around her navel. He began kissing lower and glanced up, her eyes were wide and excited, watching his every move. She murmured the words again, "Don't stop..."

Daryl wasn't used to seeing such excitement from a woman, he had to admit he had rarely done much to encourage this kind of reaction, but now he was enjoying being the cause of her gasps and moans. It was an ego boost, as well as a relief. He was trying to keep in mind that she had never done this before and if she didn't enjoy it, she might not want to do it again, at least not with him!

Beth was still wearing the sweet, white panties that she had found somewhere on their travels. They were a little damp now and Daryl was happy to peel them down her long legs. He caught a flash of nerves on her face, but she gasped and smiled as he kissed the pale skin just above her knee and began to work upwards.

Beth thought she heard him say something like "Prettiest pussy," but she wasn't sure. Daryl's fingers were touching her again, holding back her blond curls. When his tongue gave her a long lick, she shuddered and lifted off the bed, but he was carefully holding her in place. Everything became a blur for her. His fingers, his tongue, his lips even his teeth as he left a small bite on her inner thigh. She thought she might have been crying his name, but she could have still been saying "Don't stop", she really wasn't sure.

All she knew was that the feeling was back, the overwhelming feeling that took her over. When nothing made sense but everything was blissful, perfect. The sensation was just out of reach then it was taking her. Was she flying? No, she was gently being held down on the bed, but the floating sensation was still there. Never ending.

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Daryl made his way back up her wonderful body, holding himself over her. "You okay, sweetheart?" He saw Beth just nod and pant and smile. He didn't think she would want to kiss him, he knew his lips would look wet after tasting her but she didn't hesitate, she even hummed in pleasure.

It was Daryl that had to move away this time, he shifted to the side of her and gasped in a couple of breaths.

"I wanna make you feel how I felt," Beth's words were quiet but determined. She had one hand on his chest, it was moving down to his stomach.

"Trouble is, I might feel like that too fast." Daryl muttered, but Beth didn't seem to be listening. Her hand was gentle, almost inquisitive as she ran her palm along the length of his cock. He heard himself make a strange gasping sound, but anything else he wanted to say was gone.

Beth was moving on, she slipped open the button on his pants and her fingertips slipped inside.

"Daryl Dixon! You're not wearing any underwear!"

It took a long moment for Daryl to realise she was teasing, but not actually shocked. Her fingers had released the zip and were scratching at the base of his cock, she seemed to be slowing down his thoughts. She took a stronger hold of him, but her face was a little uncertain.

Awkwardly, Daryl shoved his pants down and covered her hand with his, moving slowly as his hard cock was not used to this attention. He took her other hand and placed it lower, she bit her lip as he encouraged her to tease his balls and the base of his cock, then released her, as she didn't need his help.

"That good?" she whispered. His reply wasn't really a word, but it was certainly positive.

He was enjoying her touch, but was sure he couldn't last forever and things could get really messy, really quickly if he didn't move on. "Where'd those condoms go?"

"Mr Grant's drawer..." Beth nodded in the direction of the bedside table, as she ran her fingers around the rim of his cock.

"Gimme a sec..." Daryl swung his legs off the bed and got rid of his pants, while reaching for the drawer. It took a moment for him to realise that he had his bare back to Beth. Even with the dim candle light she would be able to see his scars. He froze and it seemed that for a moment so did she, until he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and she moved closer.

Beth wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled herself to him. She pressed her breasts to his back and his scars, then kissed his shoulder. "You were right earlier, 'not important now'. We can talk later if you want to, or leave the past in the past. It's up to you."

He laid an arm over hers, turning his face to her he repeated his own words, "Not important now," and they kissed carefully, both a little wary of a possible change in the others mood. Daryl was still a little amazed that he was sitting naked on a bed with her, but he reached into the drawer pulling out one of the packets of condoms that Beth had stored in there. He held it up between two fingers for her to see and felt her nod against his shoulder, there was no reason to delay.

Shit! He'd forgotten how damn fiddly condoms were and how dumb they looked when they were on.

"This is gonna be easier if I'm on my back and you sit astride me." As Daryl spoke, Beth looked a little alarmed. "You're in control then. If your hurting you can stop. Please, don't let me hurt you."

They shared an awkward moment as Daryl lay back on the bed and Beth seemed unsure about moving over him. He thought he might have made a mistake, maybe this would work better if he was on top, but he was so worried about hurting her.

She was still wet and ready, she gasped as he teased her again and held the tip of his cock against her. At first she just slipped down a couple of inches, then froze a little awkwardly but she didn't back off him.

Daryl moved his hands to her thighs and bottom, stroking her and hoping to encourage her. "Relax, sweetheart, take your time."

Again Beth moved forward, Daryl's huge rough-skinned hands gently encouraging her to to move back, then forward again. And again. Each time he filled her more, each time it felt better, no longer uncomfortable but beginning to feel right. His gaze was intense, focussing on her, almost distracting her. It wasn't until he tipped his head back and gave a deep moan, that Beth thought he was losing a little control and beginning to enjoy himself, rather than worry about her.

Only a second later his eyes were back on her, his hands hard on her waist, encouraging her to move faster, to lean back a little. His hands moved again, teasing at her breasts, pinching her nipples until she cried out in excitement.

He changed their position, pushing himself up so he was sitting. Beth was so surprised she yelped and almost fell backwards. She couldn't help giggling and Daryl was grinning with her, as she looped her hands around his neck to keep herself tight against him.

Daryl was growling in her ear. "You're fucking beautiful!" She knew he always tried to avoid swearing like that in front of her, but it was perfect in this situation.

She gasped his name over and over, that overwhelming feeling seemed close for her, maybe for Daryl too. Yes, for him too. His body tensed, his arms around her back held her that little bit tighter and he was swearing again. "Fuck, fuck, sorry Beth. No, no." She didn't understand his apology but had no time to think as his hand slipped between them. His thumb was against her, a steady pressure, rougher than before and it was happening again.

She had no idea what she said, if she swore too, how much she arched herself towards him or if she had scratched at his scarred back. She did know that when the tempest was over she was still in his arms and he was holding her close.

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At her first movement, Daryl woke and immediately remembered where he was. He felt a grin spread across his face and he reached out to pull Beth to him, but realised she was climbing out of the bed. She had her back to him, beautiful, unspoilt creamy-white skin rounding to a pretty butt where there might have been the beginnings of three bruises the size of his fingertips. He really appreciated that wonderful view, but she was pulling on that thick robe she wore.

"Don't put that on, I want to see you." He was teasing but Beth certainly didn't see the funny side as he caught hold of the towelling and tugged.

Beth tugged back, stepping away quickly. "Daryl, stop it, I gotta go."

"Go where? Come back here." He tugged again on the robe.

She glared at him and looked about to burst into tears. He released the towelling as she yanked at it again, then she almost ran towards the bathroom.

Seeing her run from him was like a kick to the stomach. Part of him wanted to wait for her to return and try to find out what he had done wrong, but that was a very small part compared to the overwhelming desire to get out of that room, because she clearly didn't want him there. He dragged on his work pants, not the fancy trousers he'd worn the night before, got a shirt over his shoulders ready to fasten when he was out and collected his bow. His hand was on the door when Beth returned.

"Daryl? Daryl, where are you going?"

"Just givin' you some space." He kept his back to her as he went through the door, but couldn't shut it before she reached him.

"Space? Why do I need space? Daryl?"

Head down, he walked quickly to the top of the staircase but could hear her running after him asking what was wrong.

"Daryl! You got to talk to me, if not I'll be following you outside in just a bathrobe until you do."

"Yeah, yeah, you keep the bathrobe on!" Daryl stopped his march and turned to face her, but she did not back down.

"Is that what's upset to you?"

"I'm not upset!" He snapped at her, then felt ridiculous because he knew he sounded incredibly 'upset', but worse, Beth had flinched as he spoke. "Doesn't matter. Don't follow me."

"It matters to me," she was so calm compared to him. He wanted to storm off, but somehow found himself standing on top of the staircase, wondering what to do next.

Beth took his silence as positive and asked if he'd come back to their room and talk with her.

"We can talk here," Daryl said, making more of a compromise than he expected.

"I feel like we're in a dumb Soap Opera and one of us will fall down the stairs." She was holding tight to the rail. "Not sure if I can handle broken bones," she said with a smile that she hoped would sooth him a little.

Torn between returning to the bedroom or running away, Daryl sat heavily on the top stair and after an awkward moment, Beth sat next to him.

"I'd been awake for a little while, it was nice laying there with you." She began, tentatively. "I wanted the bathroom, but I wanted to stay longer. Then I remembered what everyone says about, umm, bleeding the first time. I know it's silly but the last time I gossiped about... well... sex... it was with girls from school. Some of them said they bled the first time. Maggie said I wouldn't because, like her, we'd spent too long on horses, but I wasn't sure." Beth's face was flaming red now, she was sure she sounded ridiculous. "Anyway, before I moved this morning, I convinced myself that there was blood all over me and the bed, and even you. I just wanted to get out of there. Sorry, it was stupid of me."

Daryl didn't know whether to feel guilty for making her admit something that embarrassed her or ashamed of himself for overreacting and running away from her. He stayed sat on the stairs, leaning on his knees and looking between them at his feet.

Beth moved a little closer and conspiratorially nudged him on the arm. "You know what else schoolgirls always talk about."

"Not sure if I wanna know." Daryl admitted to his boots.

"They always talk about the first time." Beth carried on as Daryl looked up at her. "Everyone says the first time is terrible. A time to forget."

Daryl thought his heart was going to stop. He was convinced she was going to tell him she wanted to forget all about this, but then she showed him a small embarrassed smile. "I will never forget my first time. I never want to forget it."

"Really?"

"Of course," Beth faltered. "It was good? Wasn't it?"

"Hell yes!" Daryl could not have been more emphatic and Beth was relieved enough to laugh out loud.

She was whispering and giggling. "I thought my head was going to explode."

Daryl gave a shout of laughter. He knew she was flattering him, but it was still a huge relief. "You're sure I didn't hurt you?"

"A little, but not really. Not enough for me to want us to stop... I'm rambling, I'm sorry. This is all pretty new to me."

"I like to hear you talk," Daryl mumbled. He had realised how one sided this conversation was. Beth was admitting things she felt embarrassing, apologising to him and making him feel good about himself, but he had started all this by overreacting and running out of the room faster than if a herd of walkers was on his heels. He wasn't being fair and he knew it, but it wasn't easy to admit what he needed to say.

He took a deep breath and spoke too quickly, "When you say you're not used to this, it makes me think that you think I am." Beth looked confused and Daryl wasn't entirely surprised considering his jumbled words, so he tried again. "I been with women before, but not like last night. Never woke up, holding on to someone before. If I ever fell asleep with someone, it was probably cos I was too drunk and then I'd be running out of there the next morning."

Beth's voice was small and sad. "So, you didn't want to stay with me last night?"

"Of course I did." Daryl needed to explain himself better. "With you it's the first time I wanted to be with someone the next morning and the next, but I ain't used to it. You're probably better at, well, relationships than I am. I can't even say the word."

"I'm no expert either. Maybe we can work at this together." Beth paused but Daryl was quiet. "Daryl?"

"Yup."

"You're gonna have to help me a little. Until we find everyone, there's no one else for us to talk to so we'll have to talk to each other if we have a problem."

"I'll try, I ain't that good at talking about feelings and stuff." Daryl said.

"So you do have feelings for me? Hidden somewhere inside you."

Daryl was embarrassed, but smiling too. She had cornered him. "Yes, I have feelings."

"Are you still going to go out and give me some space?"

"Nope."

"Good!" Beth leaned into kiss him, but Daryl pulled back until he felt the rail of the stairs at the back of his head.

"You smell minty fresh, but I'm sure I don't. My turn in the bathroom." Daryl paused, Beth had given so much in this little conversation, he should be honest with her. "Maybe you could wait for me in bed? I'd like that."

She didn't reply but just grinned, she was happy to accept his hand as he helped her up from the stairs and he kept hold of her hand as they walked back to the bedroom.

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Sorry about the delayed chapter but it took me a couple of days to recover from the excitement of A and our new Sheriff!

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I've reached the point in this Fic where I need to work out how much to put inbetween their first night and the end that I have planned.

I know not everyone likes details, but maybe details with Lemons are more appreciated?!

I need to plan, so it might be a while before I get a new chapter out ~ but there is no doubt that I will finish this. Promise!

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Still getting loads of Favourites, Alerts and Kudos ~ Thank you! It seems there are more and more Bethyl supporters everyday.

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3rd April 2014 ~ FanOTheFang on Twitter and Tumblr