Alright, alright, alriiiiiiiiiiiiight ;) early update for my lovelies :) thank each and every one of you for reviewing ;) but! I won't update again unless I get atleast 6 reviews on this chapter! Just because it's the chapter everyone's been waiting for! And this one particularly took me the longest to write! Oh! And the rating had changed from T to M ;) But seriously, I love you all. and thanks again for fav, reviews, and follows! So! On we go with Chapter 14!
"Why do you look so tense?" Maggie's eyebrows rose from behind her thick-rimmed glasses. "It's the weekend, babe. Chill out."
Beth immediately tried to relax her posture, which only made her look more keyed up. Maggie widened her eyes in response. "I just have a lot on my mind," Beth feigned nonchalance, though it was too late for that.
"I don't know what's up with you lately.. You used to be home every night, studying like the geek you are, but now I never know where you are." Maggie tapped her container of coffee, which consisted of 1/4 coffee and 3/4 sugar and cream. Maggie hated the taste of coffee but she liked to look important by carrying around a to-go cup of it on campus.
Beth rolled her eyes at where her thoughts had drifted and focused back on the scrutiny she was under. "I got tired of the same routine night after night. I mean, how long until I really start living my life?" Beth shrugged her shoulders and cupped her mug of tea with shaky hands, lifting it to her lips and blowing on the hot liquid. She blew a strand of blonde hair that had fallen in her view.
Maggie looked from the tea to Beth's face and back again. "Well.. I guess I can be comforted by the fact that no tea drinker would be getting up to too crazy of shenanigans at night."
Beth kept her face neutral and rolled her lips in, giving a slight nod. "Hmm, you're really good at this analyzing stuff. Sure you shouldn't be the one studying psychology?" Beth tried hard to keep all hints of underlying teasing out of her voice as she reached for the change of topic.
"Oh, I know, I'm brilliant. See, I haven't gotten my bachelor's degree yet because I'm good at so many things and can't decide which field to grace with my presence," Maggie grinned wide and Beth knew she was once again off the hook.
"But really, if you're in some kind of trouble.. You'd tell me, right?" Maggie asked in a rare serious tone.
"Of course I would," Beth replied quietly and looked back down at her tea, taking a deep breath and feeling unease settle in her stomach.
"Great. Wanna come get pizza in a little bit? Carl wants a break from his lizard. I guess the little dude is going through puberty or something."
"Lizards go through puberty?" Beth raised both eyebrows, not really sure if she wanted to know the answer.
"Babe, I don't know. But Carl is paying so I don't give a shit," Maggie hopped off the barstool and kissed her little sisters head. "You should come. Everyone is missing you. Hell, I miss you and I live with your stupid ass."
Beth felt a wave of guilt. She really had been neglecting her friends; the people who'd had her back for years. In the tumult of keeping up with school and the new training schedule, Beth had let them slip from her priorities. She glanced at her watch. It was 2pm and she didn't have to meet Daryl until 6pm to warm up. Beth had suggested they spend the whole day training and preparing but Daryl insisted she relax and rest up. She said a full day of training would only tire her out and she needed all of the energy she could muster.
"You know what? I'll come. I just have somewhere to be this evening," Beth nodded with a crooked smile that only spread wider when he saw Maggie's eyes light up.
Maggie cleared her throat and rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I'm not happy or anything. I don't even like you that much," she ruffled Beth's hair and winked.
"Yeah, yeah," Beth shoved her shoulder gently and grinned. "I'm only going for the free food."
Maybe an afternoon with her friends was exactly what she needed to calm her nerves and get her mind away from the night she had ahead of her.
As Maggie disappeared into her room to take her daily nap, Beth used all of her mental energy to not think about the long-term implications of her new lifestyle. She couldn't hide it forever but she knew she couldn't tell het friends about it because they'd never approve. Or worse, it would put them in danger.
Just as she was on the verge of a tiny panic attack, her phone beeped with an incoming text. She looked at it with narrowed eyes and her lips turned up when she saw Daryl's name.
Just breathe, you've got this.
Beth knew she was referring to the fight but the words couldn't have come at a more needed time. She took a deep breath and nodded firmly to herself. "I've got this."
After Beth returned home from her lunch with her friends, she felt lighter. Being with them had reminded her of the way her life used to be; so uncomplicated and highly predictable. She felt content and relaxed, and she was sure that was only partially due to the second-hand high she'd gotten from Carl smoking up in the bathroom at the pizza place.
She took a shower and carefully groomed herself after. Merle had given her implicit instructions to look intimidating but alluring at the same time. Beth didn't like that guy but he was the boss man and Beth would do as she was told if it meant keeping Daryl out of trouble.
Beth dabbed an eyeshadow brush in a dark smoky color and swept it skillfully over her eyelids, lining them after and applying a few coats of mascara. She had to smile in amusement when she thought of how weak she would seem to her opponent if she witnessed this. But when Beth was finished, even she had to admit that she looked good and untouchable. She was sure to turn some heads that night.
Selecting what to wear was more difficult. She couldn't wear her usual accessories and she had to make sure her clothes weren't too restrictive but still appealing. She grabbed some dark skinny jeans and a white tanktop with a zip-up fitted sweatshirt to put over it. Her belt buckle was actually her daddys and it had a real dead scorpion encased in it. Though Beth hated bugs, she figured any added venom in her look couldn't hurt. She pulled her hair in a high pony, and looked into the mirror. She looked damn good.
It was nearly time to go and Beth's brain seemed to recognize that as it started racing with uneasily pieced together thoughts. She rubbed her temples and drank some cool water to try to calm down. "I can win this," she repeated over and over to herself until she couldn't stall any longer.
Much to Beth's displeasure, she saw Merle before Daryl. She watched curiously as the man's mouth dropped slightly open when Beth walked through the door of the warehouse. Dark eyes looked her over and Merle crossed his muscular arms over his chest during his silent appraisal. Beth hoped he would cut himself with that obnoxious knife of his.
"Damn Priss.. Ya look good 'nough ta eat." Beth blanched and shuddered. He said it with such a sleazy tone.
"Yeah, thanks. I guess it's what you wanted," Beth rolled het eyes and looked down at her painted black nails with a bored expression. "Where's Daryl?"
"Not comin'," Merle replied casually. "'M goin' ta warm ya up t'night an' he'll jus' meet us at the fight."
Beth tried not to react too strongly. Daryl wasn't going to be there for him to make her feel calm before the fight. "Maybe I should warm up with the guy I've been working with for weeks.. It makes more sense."
"No, it don'. Ya gotten ta know him an' ya feel comfortable wit' him. Ya ain't afraid anymore an' so he can't prepare ya like ya need."
"I'm not afraid of you either," Beth glared hard and leaned against the wall behind her defiantly.
"'cause yer a goddamn fool," he growled and abruptly hit the wall next to Beth's head, making Beth wince and her heart leap into her throat.
"What.. What good does it do to scare me like that?" Beth whispered, her eyes wide and her fists clenching.
Merle got right in her face and Beth shuddered unpleasantly when she felt the man's warm breath near her ear. "It reminds ya o' yer place an' who ya answer ta, Priss."
Beth closed her eyes tight when Merle gripped both of her arms firmly and his lips brushed Beth's earlobe while he spoke. "I don' give a shit 'bout what ya want. This is a business an' I run it how I see fit. Yer nothin' but a fightin' robot, as far as I'm concerned."
Beth mustered her strength and shoved Merle hard on the chest, pushing him off. "I'm not your fucking robot. I can walk out right now and leave your sorry ass out in the cold without the warmth of new money."
Merle smirked and pointed his knife at Beth, a small laugh emitting from his mouth. "Ya wouldn' dare. If ya bail then yer dear Daryl gits sent back ta daddy an' y'all never see him 'gain."
"What the hell are you getting at?" Beth spat, her heart pounding.
"I see the way ya look at him. It's pathetic, really. He ain't never goin' ta want ya like that. My little Darlina...seen 'em break hearts an' not even flinch. The most ya git from him is a good fuck, really. But he knows better than ta do that, yer jus' a kid." Merle sighed and flashed a wicked grin. "Now, no more stallin'. We got work ta do."
Beth didn't believe any of it. She couldn't believe it. Merle obviously had no idea what Daryl was really like and he was just trying to fuck with her head. The only effective thing that Merle had accomplished was that Beth was just pissed off enough to be ready to fight.
A crowd was gathering in the vacant parking garage where the fight was set to take place. Beth kept stealing glances from her spot around the corner, where she was instructed to stay hidden until her name was called. Once Merle had stopped the trash talk, he actually warmed Beth up really well. As much as she hated, really hated to admit it, Merle was good at what he did.
Rolling her shoulders and punching the air in front of her in quick succession, Beth took deep breaths and tried to find her focus. She jumped when she felt hands on her shoulders.
"Hey.." Daryl whispered and Beth looked around them quickly before meeting Daryl's eyes.
"You shouldn't be here...Merle can't see you with me," Beth glanced at him warily, thoughts of Merle's harsh words flooding back into her mind.
Daryl spared Merle a fast look and when he saw that he was adequately distracted by a gaggle of girls, he grabbed Beth's arm and pulled her into a dark corner. Beth followed with conflicted emotions as she thought of the risk they were taking.
"I was disappointed when you weren't there, you know.." Beth admitted quietly and closed her eyes when Daryl wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"I'm so sorry, he wouldn' even let me text ya an' tell ya," Daryl murmured and rested his chin on Beth's shoulder. "Was he okay wit' ya?"
Beth hesitated before nodding gently. There was no use in giving Daryl another reason to worry. "He was fine. Same asshole as ever, but, fine."
"O'course," Daryl breathed and Beth felt herself start to relax. "I jus' wanted ta...say good luck. 'member that defense is jus' as important as offense. Block her swings an' tire her out until ya can take yer hits an' finish her. Andrea's quick, but she ain't all that coordinated."
"Andrea? I thought her name was..."
"Sneaky?" He interjected. "Andreas her real name, darlin." He smiled a bit. Beth listened carefully and nodded along, her fingers twisting in the bottom of Daryl's shirt. "I'll remember.. I should get back. Thank you, Daryl." Beth was a bundle of nerves and as much as she wanted to stay in that moment a bit longer, she knew she needed to get focused.
Daryl smiled and Beth was able to make out the familiar gleam of his teeth in the darkness. "Ya can fuckin' do this," he said softly and gave Beth a chaste kiss.
It was when they heard the chanting of the crowd and Merle's booming voice that they knew it was time. Beth pressed her forehead to Daryl's and took a deep breath before rushing back to her veiled spot around the corner. "I can do this.." She murmured to herself.
"T'night we got a special treat fer ya. Fresh meat that's here fer her very first fight," Merle said in his low and charismatic voice. "'M sure she's scared shitless so try ta take it easy on her if she loses, folks," Merle laughed and the crowd joined in. Beth mouthed 'fuck you' toward him. She had gotten used to cursing.
"E'ryone, meet the new kid in town wit' the pretty face an' lethal punch! PRISS!" he yelled and held his arms out and Beth moved forward without any feeling in her legs. She didn't even know if she was walking properly.
The crowd parted and stared at her with awe and intrigue. She tried not to make eye contact with anyone, scared that it would crumble her nerves. When she reached the center of the large oval created by bodies, she searched for the one pair of eyes that would calm her down. She found the steel blue set in the front of the crowd and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ya got this.." Daryl mouthed inconspicuously, his arms crossed over his chest. Beth nodded firmly and closed her eyes, making a silent plea for the universe to be on her side. When she opened her eyes again, she had purposeful confidence. She stood tall and bravely looked around the crowd with hard eyes, her jaw set tight.
Merle smirked at her in an impressed way before announcing her opponent. Beth watched closely as the woman emerged from the crowd. She was blonde, cold, and a few inches taller than Beth. She had a smug expression on her face as if she knew she'd won the fight before it'd even begun. Beth was the underdog and everyone there that night was aware of it.
Sneaky spat on the ground and looked Beth up and down before smiling a nasty grin. Beth wrinkled her nose and folded her lips in over her teeth. Nobody was going to touch her pearly whites.
Merle was stepping into the crowd before Beth even realized it was happening and Sneaky was doing a predatory circle. Beth followed her with her eyes, flexing and unflexing her fists, the cacophony of the crowd becoming almost white noise.
"FIGHT!" Merle's yell broke through and Beth set her lips in a hard line, her arms lifting in front of her to get ready to block or punch, whichever was necessary first.
"Ya look scared, kid," Sneaky's voice accosted his ears and Beth snarled.
"Don't talk to me," Beth replied, feeling anxious that her opponent didn't seem to be making a move. She took a step toward her and Sneaky bounced backward a little.
"I can do whatever I want. I'm about to kick yer ass," Andrea quipped and cracked her neck and knuckles.
Beth pursed her lips and stole a brief glance at Daryl who was looking at her with hard concentration, giving a slight nod of encouragement. Everyone around them was moving in slow motion and Beth looked back to Sneaky, who was still talking but all Beth could see was her mouth moving, she couldn't hear the words.
At that moment, Beth got some balls. She made a fist and pulled her arm back, swinging hard at Sneaky's jaw with a sickening punch. The whole crowd went silent, or at least Beth thought. She was far too focused on the task at hand and she watched Sneaky recoil with grim pleasure. The way her opponent looked up at her in shock sent adrenaline pumping quickly through her veins.
"What was that about kicking my ass?" Beth growled and swung to punch her in the gut. Sneaky blocked it and pushed Beth backward, making her stumble over her feet a bit.
Sneaky threw a punch at Beth's head and she ducked to block it, jabbing Sneaky in the side and making the woman groan. Beth took that opportunity to kick her knee with the flat of her foot to knock her to the ground. She was just leaning down to punch her again when the woman lifted her leg and kicked Beth hard right in the ribs.
Beth's vision went white for a moment at the shooting pain and she doubled forward, biting down on her lower lip. When she felt a fist connect with her jaw, she started to panic more than feel pain. Sneaky hit her in the ribs again and Beth fell backward on the ground.
Before she had the chance to get up, Sneaky was on her and punching her square in the jaw again. The blow made her bite down hard into her lip and blood seeped into her mouth. Her head was spinning and she put her arms in front of her face to block any more punches. It was all she could think to do. She was losing.
The noise of the crowd started to break through and in a surreal moment, Beth rolled her head to the side and caught the gaze of Merle who was yelling curses and for Beth to get up. She tried to shove her opponent off but Sneaky was sturdier than her and stronger.
In a desperate attempt, Beth searched for Daryl. When she saw his face, everything around her stopped for just a moment. Daryl didn't look worried or disappointed. Instead he had a look of sheer determination in his eyes. "Ya can do this. Git the fuck up, Beth," Beth saw her mouth form the words.
"What the hell am I doing?" Beth thought and turned her head to look up at Sneaky, whose arms were flailing as she tried to get a piece of Beth. She was not going to lose to this girl. Not after everything.
With a newfound vigor, Beth kicked up her legs and used her arms that were crossed over her face to shove toward Sneaky's head, her forearms hitting the woman in the chin with an audible 'thud'. Sneaky fell back and Beth stood up, stepping right on her opponent's sternum with the heel of her boot as she wiped blood from her lips with the back of her hand.
With the cheers of the crowd yelling her name, Daryl's hopeful look and the fresh dose of adrenaline coursing through her, Beth was fucking floating. She pressed her heel harder into Sneaky's sternum and the woman groaned in pain.
Beth removed her foot and grabbed the 'Andrea's' arm, pulling her back to her feet before swinging her arm back and taking the biggest and most important punch of her life. Her fist hit Sneaky's cheekbone and a movie moment where the punch makes the victim spin clear around happened. Sneaky spun and then collapsed to the ground without making a solid move to get up.
Merle quickly ran over and crouched down next to the woman, mumbling something. Beth stood with her arms and hands tense out in front of her, all of her limbs shaking and her breathing uneven. With hazy eyes she watched Merle stand with a broad grin on his face. He grabbed Beth's arm and held it up.
"THE WINNER."
Everyone was chanting 'Priss' and all she could think about was how fucking good it felt. She could hardly fathom anything else. The fact that she had just beaten up a total stranger wasn't even registering.
"That was too close, kid," Merles voice was right in her ear. "Next time I don' want ta see ya on the ground once. Got it?"
Beth just nodded and blew out a deep breath, remembering Daryl. She looked around for him again and her heart did a flip when she saw the look in Daryl's eyes. There was pride, relief, but most of all, lust. She swallowed hard and spared a look to her fallen opponent who was slowly getting up off the ground.
When Beth heard Merle busy talking money with another stalky man, she strode quickly over to Daryl. Everything was still feeling like a bizarre and fucked up dream, but it didn't feel bad at all, and that was unsettling.
"Take me away from here," Beth said swiftly before walking past Daryl. She didn't have to look back to know Daryl was following.
"How much does it hurt right now?" Beth was buzzing on a high from Daryl's low voice just then and the leftover rush from the fight.
She had remained quiet and introspective on the way to Daryl's house, other than answering Daryl's repeated questions of if she was okay. Beth was finally calm enough to fully comprehend what had happened. She had won her first fight and now that the stress, worry and initial pain of it were over, all she could think about was how much she wanted Daryl.
"It's not bad.." Beth replied in a quivering and only partially convincing voice. She had just taken some painkillers that hadn't kicked in yet. Her jaw throbbed and her knuckles were already starting to swell up. Her ribs were obviously bruised, her head was pounding and she felt like she had whiplash but surprisingly, none of it mattered.
Daryl's jaw went tight as he slid his thumb along the drying blood of Beth's lower lip, his eyes growing darker when the red liquid stained his skin. Daryl looked from his thumb to Beth's eyes and then slowly sucked the tip of his thumb between his lips.
"Mmm." Beth moaned under her breath, her back hitting the wall when her knees went weaker. A slight flush hit Daryl's cheeks and he hesitantly leaned in, his lips brushing over Beth's chin and jaw in soothing kisses. Beth's head tilted back at the soft attention and her lips parted when she felt Daryl's wet tongue slide over the skin and trail back to her lips.
With slow and deliberate swipes, Daryl licked her abused lips clean and kissed them with a firm pressure that nearly hurt but felt so good. Beth gripped Daryl's jacket with shaky and sore fingers as her lips responded to the kiss readily, her hips pushing forward.
Daryl groaned and his breath caught when their groins met. He pressed his body forward to meet Beth's fully, pinning her body against the wall and murmuring, "Ya made me proud tonight.."
Beth cracked a small smile and blew out a little breath when Daryl slipped Beth'd jacket over her shoulders and pulled her shirt gently over her head. It felt like an alternate reality but this was really happening, just as the fight had.
She let out a breathy moan when she felt his arms snake around her sides carefully, taking her bra off with a quick snap. She had to force her eyes to stay open when she felt kisses on her collarbone and traveling downward. His facial hair rubbing against her sensitive skin made goosebumps rise to the skins surface. Beth licked her lips and bit down on the bottom one very gently, watching Daryl closely while he kissed around Beth's nipple, looking up to meet her gaze and flicking the nub with his tongue. Beth's head dropped back again and Daryl wrapped his lips fully around the nipple, sucking on it lightly and rolling his tongue over the hardening tip.
"Ahh.. Fuck," Beth's voice came out in a near whimper and Daryl tugged roughly on Beth's belt to undo it.
"Beth..." Daryl murmured, his fingers deftly opening Beth's pants and his kisses moving downward until he was kneeling in front of her. His eyes traveled over the reddish-purple coloring that was spreading over the pale skin of Beth's ribs. He brushed his nose against it, making Beth wince and shiver.
"These will hurt more tomorrow.. She really got ya bad here," Daryl swallowed and traced his fingertips over the afflicted area of ribs before pressing soft and wet kisses over them, even sucking on a spot. The pressure on the sensitive and swollen skin hurt so good and Beth moaned loudly, her body wracked with chills that were all going straight to her arousal.
Beth cupped Daryl's jaw while he kissed each sore area on Beth's torso. Daryl glanced at Beth's hand and then back up to her. "An' this.. How bad is it?" Daryl took the hand in his, looking at the knuckles with a critical eye.
"Could be worse," Beth whispered, curling her fingers around his and sighing out.
Daryl puckered his lips and started covering each spot of Beth's hand with soothing kisses, sliding his tongue between the knuckles and fingers and sending continuous shudders through Beth's limbs.
When Daryl sucked Beth's long forefinger into his warm mouth, Beth couldn't hold herself up anymore. Her body slid down the wall and she got on her knees in front of Daryl, her lips quickly seeking out Daryl's in a deep kiss. She curled her tongue around his while their lips met and parted with quiet, wet and sucking noises.
Beth had let Daryl care for her injuries in his own way and she couldn't wait any longer for what was next. She took Daryl's jacket off and pushed his shirt up over his head, her hands roaming the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs, making Daryl's stomach contract and suck in. With no patience left, Beth took that opportunity to push her hand down into Daryl's pants, grasping his erection through his boxers. Daryl gasped into the kiss, his forehead creasing and his hand gripping Beth's wrist tightly. Beth paused for a moment to gauge his reaction.
Daryl slowly opened his eyes and licked his lips. "Keep goin'.." his voice came out hoarsely and he slowly guided Beth's hand until it was inside his boxers. Beth buried her face in Daryl's neck with a quiet moan when she felt the warm, smooth skin of Daryl's cock.
"Oh my God.." Beth breathed out and wrapped her fingers around Daryl's impressive length, slowly stroking it from base to tip, feeling the liquid gathering there and spreading it along with her hand.
Daryl placed his lips right next to Beth's ear, breathing heavily against it and sucking on the shell, moans breaking through every now and then. Beth kissed along Daryl's straining neck and pressed herself against Daryl's hip, needing contact desperately. While she used one hand to stroke, she used the other to guide Daryl's hand to her front, pressing his palm hard onto it with a long moan.
Daryl got the message quickly and reached into Beth's already open pants, feeling the wetness and the heat radiating off her opening. He worked a long finger into the tight opening, stroking lightly in a skilled and determined way that made Beth crumble further in her kneeling position.
"Bedroom.." She mouthed against Daryl's jaw and he nodded firmly in agreement, removing his fingers and pulling himself away from Beth's hand. Beth watched him stand up, her eyes trained on how the tip of his leaking cock was exposed from his boxers and flat against his lower stomach. Beth just couldn't resist.
"What are ya.." Daryl mumbled and then groaned in surprise when Beth kneeled closer and licked the tip, tugging down Daryl's boxers and wrapping her lips around it to suck it softly. "Fuck..." He whispered. Daryl slid his fingers through Beth's hair and gripped it hard, his hips pushing forward a bit to slide more of his length between Beth's lips. Beth took him in and pressed his tongue lightly into the skin while she moved her mouth in a few slow and tortuous passes, feeling Daryl's legs tremble beneath her fingertips.
Daryl's cock twitched in Beth's mouth when she hollowed her cheeks and increased the suction suddenly. "Enough.." Daryl growled. "Unless ya want me ta come down yer throat right now, ya better stop." He grabbed Beth's arm gently but insistently and pulled her up, dragging her to the bedroom and kicking his shoes and socks off before letting his pants and boxers drop down.
Beth barely got a good look of Daryl's toned ass before she was being pushed onto the bed, twinges of pain shooting through her body. Daryl made quick work of the rest of Beth's clothes and stared down at Beth's lithe body with half-closed eyes, his tongue absently playing with his lips. Beth would have blushed if she weren't so beyond the point of being aroused.
They each took a moment to let their eyes travel over each other's bodies. They had done that before but never without the privacy of clothing. This was different, intimate and full of unspoken promise. Beth swallowed thickly and reached out to walk her fingertips along Daryl's lower stomach to his length, staring in fascination at the way Daryl's cock responded to even the slightest touch. His breath hitched and he took Beth's hand in his, stopping her.
"Yer sure ya feel okay ta do this? If ya hurt too much then I swear we can wait. We can.." Daryl's voice was laced with concern and Beth was surprised he was able to speak in that moment.
"I'm okay. I want this," Beth affirmed and slowly got on her knees on the bed, her arms wrapping around Daryl's neck while she kissed his lips. The kisses stung her lips but the pleasure outweighed the pain. She was sore all over but she felt ready. After the night she'd had, this was the only thing that could make her feel better.
Responding to the kiss readily, Daryl placed one hand on the small of Beth's back and he slowly let it move down to cup Beth's ass. He squeezed one cheek and his finger brushed along the crease lightly, sending shivers up Beth's spine. Beth pushed her ass back in encouragement, moaning into the kiss lowly and breathily before biting down on Daryl's lip, tugging on it gently. Daryl whimpered deeply and brushed his finger over the taut skin of Beth's weeping entrance.
Their lips pulled apart with a wet noise and Daryl stared at Beth with deep and lustful eyes. "Hands an' knees.. Now."
Beth gulped and looked at Daryl from under heavy lashes, her cheeks warm and her heart beating fast. She slowly moved toward the headboard, hearing Daryl rustling in the nightstand drawer, her heart pounding even more rapidly at the knowledge of what Daryl was searching for. She got on her hands and knees and pressed her forehead against the soft suede of Daryl's padded headboard and took a deep breath. When she glanced over her shoulder, Daryl was kneeling behind her and staring at her ass almost reverently.
"You should see your face right now.." Beth cracked a grin and narrowed her eyes teasingly.
Daryl blinked and looked at Beth's face, his lips twitching up into a little smirk. "If ya were seeing what I'm seein', ya would fuckin' look like this too." She saw his gaze lower back down towards her ass. "Such a pretty pink pussy." He mumbled.
Beth's stomach swirled at Daryl's words and her back arched when she felt Daryl hand on the small of her back. "Jus' relax fer me.. I won' hurt ya. Ya had enough pain t'night.." Daryl murmured and kissed the back of Beth's shoulder slowly several times. Beth's head was reeling as she heard him pop a long finger into his mouth.
Beth focused on taking deep breaths while Daryl's spit-covered fingers worked carefully in and out of her, stretching his tight entrance with great care. It had been so long since she'd touched herself and she could feel what time had done to her body. Daryl curled his fingers, and rested a thumb against her clit; moving tantalizingly and the slow burn of pleasure started.
"Oh...Daryl," Beth whispered and reached back to caress her fingers over Daryl's arm.
Daryl kissed the back of her neck warmly and brushed his wet fingers over the soft cheek of Beth's ass before reaching for the condom, ripping it open and putting it on effectively. He scraped his teeth along Beth's earlobe and pressed himself against Beth's heat. With a deep breath, Beth pushed back hard, making him slide inside halfway.
Daryl cried out gruffly and gripped Beth's hip. "Fuck Don'.."
"It's.. It's okay.." Beth took deep breaths and nodded once while her body adjusted. "I won't break."
"I know ya won't.. Fighter," Daryl mumbled against Beth's ear, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Ya feel too good...so fuckin' tight."
Beth's eyes rolled back and her forehead pressed to the headboard again while she pushed back further, fully sheathing Daryl inside of her. They both groaned loudly and stayed still for a few moments so they could compose themselves.
When Daryl started moving, Beth felt herself get taken over by each sensation. The way Daryl filled her up just right and how he rubbed against each sensitive nerve ending in the perfect way to drive her insane.
Daryl thrust with precision and strength, his body dominating and his hands spreading gentle touches along Beth's skin. The tender touch was such a contrast to the powerful way Daryl was fucking her. When Daryl's hand slid down Beth's firm stomach to play with her clit, Beth knew it was nearly over.
Sweat dripped down between their bodies as the pace quickened and they both began the race toward their orgasms. "I can fucking feel it.." Beth moaned the words and Daryl answered with harder thrusts and strokes.
"Please.." Daryl uttered the word and Beth knew what he wanted.
"Yes, I'm going to.." Beth lifted her arm to wrap it around the back of Daryl's neck, clinging for dear life and parting her lips wide in a long moan. "Ah, fuck.."
Daryl's pelvis met Beth's ass repeatedly and he buried his face in Beth's neck with a deep and sudden groan, shuddering hard as he started to release. "Beth, Beth."
Beth let go at that moment, giving into the work of Daryl's hand and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside her as she released herself, every nerve ending on her body was lit with a hot, white fire. She grunted softly and whimpered Daryl's name, her head dropping forward and her body trembling.
Daryl slowly thrust in and out a few times as his orgasm finished and even after, prolonging his time inside Beth while Beth drifted into after-sex euphoria. She glanced over her shoulder with a lazy smile and Daryl bit his bottom lip as a smirk quirked his lips.
They stared at each other for a moment before they both grinned. Daryl shook his head and pressed his forehead to Beth's shoulder, taking a deep breath and chuckling. "Jus'...Oh my God."
"I know.." Beth replied with similar awe in her voice.
"I feel like the biggest idiot in the world fer stoppin' us from doin' that sooner," Daryl sighed, pursing his lips and straightening himself up to slowly pull out of Beth.
Beth frowned at the sudden feeling of emptiness but was happy she could collapse into the bed, which she did and immediately regretted how she landed on her ribs. "Hell.."
Daryl looked at her worriedly while he cleaned his hand off with a tissue and then wrapped the used condom in another. "Hurt?"
"Like hell, but I couldn't care less right now," Beth replied and stretched her legs out on the bed, turning to lay on her back and looking up at Daryl.
Daryl looked over Beth's body and took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm goin' ta go git ya some more painkillers an' ice 'fore I end up tryin' ta fuck ya again," he stepped off the bed and staggered a bit out the door. Beth watched his ass with every step.
"You look way too good naked," Beth observed when Daryl came back with the remedies. Beth took the pills gratefully and hissed when the wrapped icepack was pressed gently against her jaw.
"Hell, don' even. I could eat ya fer days. So damn beautiful...might have ta give ya round two 'fore we go ta sleep," Daryl responded, putting another cold compress on Beth's ribs, making her shiver.
"I don't see any problems with that," Beth cocked an eyebrow, holding the icepack to her jaw and laying on her unhurt side when Daryl laid down next to her. He still held the ice against Beth's ribs and pulled the sheet up over them to help abate Beth's shivering.
"Oh, neither do I. But then I think 'bout how I already made ya sorer than ya would have been an' I start ta feel like shit," Daryl frowned slightly.
"You only made me feel good. It only hurt because I was a virgin." Beth murmured and pressed her forehead to Daryl's, yawning softly.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, ya were? Fuck..." Beth felt his cock begin to hard again. "Ya need sleep.. Yer goin' ta feel like hell tomorrow,"Daryl quickly said, scratched his short nails up and down Beth's back comfortingly after propping the icepack against her ribs, murmuring, "I really am fuckin' proud o' ya."
Beth couldn't help but smile a little, she was proud of herself too. "I barely won though. I seriously thought I was going to lose. I did."
"But ya won. Even if ya hadn', ya fought hard. Nobody could keep their eyes off o' ya. I swear, every guy in that crowd had a hard on fer ya.." Daryl wrapped his arm around Beth possessively and Beth laughed lightly.
"You're the only one who got to use theirs on me," she closed her eyes and settled against Daryl's chest comfortably.
Daryl looked down at Beth and bit as his lip thoughtfully before kissing the top of her head while Beth was already starting to fall asleep. "Tomorrow we get paid."
"Mm.." Beth replied, the pain in her body giving way to exhaustion and relaxation from Daryl's fine work.
Daryl watched Beth's face and rubbed his thumb along the swollen lower lip before reaching to switch the lamp off. He held Beth as close as comfortably possible with the ice packs in the way and closed his eyes before whispering. "Yer goin' ta be a star, Darlin'.."
Even as she was nearly asleep, the idea of fame from fighting wasn't something Beth was sure she wanted. Part of her had hoped that after this fight it would all be over, but she knew she had a long road ahead of her. It was imperative not to think of the future now, and simply live in the safe moment where she was being held and cared for by Daryl.
Beth drifted off with thoughts of punches, pleasure and fleetingly, Merle's earlier words about Daryl's heart-breaking reputation.