Chapter 25: Velvet

The last two days had been nice, really nice. She and Daryl had come to an understanding that when he was ready for more, he'd let her know. This was an odd thing for Beth. She'd been pursued by her first boyfriend, Jimmy and her last Zach. Daryl told her he was going to be gentle with her heart and she knew he was worried about her past with Zach. She insured him, her heart had healed, but as she looked at the scar on her wrist, she battled with telling him all of her dark past.

That was a story she wasn't ready to tell. She knew how Daryl felt about her, but she feared that once he found out about her moment of weakness, things between them would change. Keeping her secret a little longer was what she felt was best.

To Daryl it was more than sex with Beth. He could make the same mistakes with her he'd made with so many others. Sex was a crutch for him, a way to get out his hurt and he couldn't use Beth like that. She was special, she was some he care about. Someone he loved.

Things were most definitely heating up between them and when it came to sex, Beth had always been the prey. She had never been the one on the hunt and had often heard from her friends that a man was always ready.

She was very much overdue. While masturbating got the job done, she missed being touched, being kissed and having a man just worship her body. Her sexual conquests had only been Zach, but that didn't mean she wasn't ready for more.

Their kisses were getting really heated and their hands were beginning to wander into untraveled territory. Beth didn't stop him this morning when he let his hand slip between her parted thighs, over her wet panties, rubbing her folds.

When she let her hands slid down into his boxers and grip his hard length, they both knew if this didn't stop now there would be no turning back.

Beth locked eyes with him, begging him to just touch her more. He was becoming breathless as her small hand began to stroke him.

"Beth," her name fell from his lips as she continued to work him. Daryl wanted to stop her, wanted to tell her this wasn't the slow path they both agreed on, but he was aching for her so badly he couldn't say the words.

"Give me just this. I'll do you… you do me… just hands Daryl," Beth's blue eyes cut into him, making him shiver.

"Just this," he said as he slipped his fingers into her panties and leaned forward to kiss her.

That was all it took for their underwear to come flying off. Daryl's boxers were rolled off and tossed to the foot of the bed and Beth's panties were now lying on the floor.

"Damn… yer too beautiful," his eyes drank her in, barely remembering the last time he'd seen her like this.

She kept her tank on, but her nipples were visible through the thin material. Daryl was completely naked, his body on display for her greedy eyes.

Her lips kissed across his collarbone and up his shoulders as her hand kept working his long, thick shaft. He was big, bigger than she had ever seen. Part of her wondered if he was too big for her, but she was up to the challenge.

Daryl let his fingers graze her folds, working their way up to her swollen clit. Her back arched, her breath hitched when his index finger touched the sensitive bud.

"Oh… yes," she moaned out, her hand stalling for a moment.

"Don't stop," Daryl begged her as he bucked his hips at her, thrusting his cock into her small fist.

She increased the speed of her hand, letting the pad of her index finger collect the sticky liquid at the tip of his cock. He hissed as she stroked him, his own finger swirling her clit. Several times he let his finger slid towards her entrance and several times he pulled it back up to her clit.

He didn't want to feel her velvet for this first time like this. When he finally pushed into her pink plush it would be with his dick.

Her body began to shiver as her thighs slammed shut. It felt so good, the tight ball in her belly finally released and spreading the liquid fire inside, throughout her body.

"Holy fuck," she screamed out, her head tossed back into her pillow. His fingers dipped lower, feeling her wetness covering him.

The heat of her spurred his own orgasm forward. The tingling that crawled up his body from his balls washed over him. Beth was barely touching him now and he needed her hand to move faster, to grip harder. He placed his hand over hers, moving it up and down as she spiraled back down from her sexual high.

Beth rested her forehead on his, her eyes taking in the two of them jacking him off. This was hot, really hot and she could feel her want building again. She slid her hand down her body, touching her still throbbing clit and they both came, together.

They lay there for a few moments before they took a shower. Beth didn't trust herself to touch him again and he must have felt the same way. They each took turns under the spray, showering, then getting dressed.

Daryl waited until she was fully clothed before he touched her again. "I didn't trust myself with you. Glad I was wrong. What are you doin' to me, Beth Greene?"

Beth placed her hand over his heart and smiled back at him. "Healing this."

Carol was there to pick them up for the video shoot a few moments later and that's where they found themselves now.

They made eyes at each other as they got ready for the band portion of the video. Maggie watched her for a moment, then marched over to the makeup area.

"Did you two… fuck?" Maggie's eyes darted over to Daryl who was talking to Rick.

"No." Beth didn't feel like having the conversation with her sister. She was twenty two and old enough to take care of herself. Maggie stared back at her, looking her over.

"You're practically glowing, Beth and Daryl can't take his eyes off you," Maggie placed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at her baby sister.

"Ask yourself this one question. Does my sister give me grief over making out with my boyfriend? If the answer is no… then take the hint and leave me be, Mags." Beth thanked the girl doing her makeup and headed over Tara in wardrobe.

Rick smiled at Daryl as he jumped out of the makeup chair. "Daryl Dixon wearing makeup… and is that guyliner?"

"Stop… knock it off before Merle hears ya." Daryl started to blush, but Rick was right, he was wearing eyeliner.

"I know I promised I'd help pick out the model, but when I got to Aaron's studio, Eric had already hired him. I looked over his bio. He's working as a model to put himself through school. He's good looking, sort of the boy next door type. You don't have anything to worry about. Eric told him to stick to the script. He kisses her as they sit on the bed. He's supposed to touch her face and look at her… real romance novel shit." Rick elbowed him as Beth walked over towards them, wearing ripped jeans and a charcoal t-shirt with angel wings covering the front.

"You ready to rock this, Dixon?" Beth reached her hand out to him and he took it.

She had the rock star look that made Daryl's throat go dry. The smoky eye, the ruby red lips and her hair hanging loose in messy waves around her perfect face. He didn't know how he was going to get through the video when all he wanted to do was touch her and taste her, all over again.

Merle waltzed over to Rick with that big smile of his. "Those two need a push before one of them explodes."

Rick nodded his head, smiling back at Merle. "I suppose yer the one to do the pushin'?"

"Maybe." The smirk on Merle's face got wider as they sat behind Aaron to watch the band do their thing.

They played the song and Beth sang it as Aaron gave them direction. He wanted Beth to look into the camera, singing right at the audience. He told Tara to make love to her guitar and she rolled her eyes at him. Daryl was in the zone, he was playing his bass like he was playing in a room of thousands. He and Beth were feeding off the electricity from their tryst this morning.

"Once more and Beth… make me believe you're singing this song to your lover." Aaron waved for the makeup girl to touch them up as he gave them their orders.

Merle snickered at Aaron's direction to Beth, whispering to Rick. "Well, all she needs to do is sing to Daryl."

They ran through the song once more, Beth looking over at Daryl a few times and Aaron shouting at her to give him more of that look.

"Told ya," Merle chuckled before he walked off for a smoke.

Glenn didn't look at the camera as it came closer. He concentrated on Maggie looking back at him and Daryl noticed it then. That look. The look of a man in love. He had that look on his face this morning, the one that lets the world know the woman you're looking at has claimed you, body and soul.

Aaron waved his arms in the air, calling cut. "That was fabulous. Beth, need you in wardrobe for the next scene. The rest of you can take a break. Eric… get the model. I need him and Beth to chat before we film."

Daryl elbowed Rick as he pulled his cigarettes from his pocket. "We need to talk."

Rick placed his cup of coffee down and followed him out. Merle nodded back at him, wiggling is eyebrows. "Looks like baby brother needs some romance advice. Yer up, Mr. Friendly."

Rick walked out to find Daryl pacing. "What's wrong with you?"

"You sure this guy will behave? I… she… we're together and I don't like this," he took a drag off his smoke and began pacing again.

Rick placed his hand on his shoulder, stopping his worried wandering. "I think the entire band knows you two are together. I'm happy fer ya, happy fer her. Don't need to know the details, but whatever is goin' on you need to be on the same page as Beth. Check in with her and if she doesn't want to do this either, then I'll go talk to Abe."

"Thanks. You've always been a good friend," Daryl put out his smoke and patted Rick on the back.

When he walked back in she was sitting on the bed, wearing a simple black satin dress and not much more. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and that made his anger boil to the surface. He sat on the bed beside her, taking her hand.

"Do you want to do this?" he asked her, his eyes taking in the soft pink blush on her cheeks and the cherry lip gloss glistening on her perfect lips.

"I do. The guy… I think is name is Kyle. We're gonna talk first. Eric said he's a really nice guy and if I don't feel comfortable, I'll tell Aaron. Don't worry Daryl," she smiled at him, calming him slightly.

"Do you want me to stay?" he waited for her answer, not sure if he could really watch another man touching her so intimately.

"Please," she replied so sweetly that he knew he had to. He kissed her forehead and walked over to the chair behind Aaron.

The model came out wearing black satin boxers and nothing more. He had a model build, ripped from head to toe. His sandy blonde hair and
blue eyes did give him the boy next door look. Daryl's hands balled up into fists as they boy smiled back at Beth.

Beth looked up at him, seeing a ghost walk towards her. Her bottom lip began to tremble as two tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her pink cheeks. She bolted from the bed, knocking down a light on her way to the dressing rooms.

Daryl stood up, watching her run off. Maggie turned from Glenn when she heard the light fall and saw Beth running away. Daryl took a step towards her when Maggie placed her hand on his chest. "I got this."

Maggie ran after her and saw the male model standing there with Aaron. It was then that she understood Beth's panic attack. Daryl wanted to be with her, wanted to comfort her, but Glenn shook his head, nodding for him to join him outside.

Daryl walked over to the studio door, keeping his eyes on the dressing rooms. Glenn had this solemn look on his face that worried Daryl. "What do you know that I need to know, Rhee?"

Glenn crossed his arms over his chest, letting out a big sigh. "That guy looks like Zach and I mean just like Zach. He could be his damn twin."

Daryl stomped off towards the dressing room, opened the door to Beth's room and pulled her from Maggie's arms. "I got you girl. We're leavin'."

Maggie stood in front of him, glaring back at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Beth wiped her tears as she kept one arm around Daryl. "Stop it, Maggie. Daryl, we can't leave. The band has to do a video or we might lose the contract."

Daryl kissed the top of her head, rubbing her back slowly. Maggie kept her eyes glued to him, still glaring. "She's shaken and needs her family right now, Dixon. Leave her to me."

Maggie reached for Beth and Beth slapped her hand away. "Don't act like this… like I'm gonna break. He looks like Zach but he's not… he's not."

"You ain't doin' this. I'll talk to Rick, work somethang out." Daryl lifted her chin to look into her teary blue eyes. His heart sank as he watched her cry.

"Okay, we'll talk to Rick," she clung to him as they walked out and every eye was on them. Maggie walked over to Glenn, crying herself. She hurt for her sister, but part of her was afraid Beth would crack, break again.

Rick took a deep breath as he ended his phone call. "Sorry about all of this Beth. Abe said if we don't get this video done, our contract is void. I don't know what to tell y'all. He's not budging."

"Fuck him and fuck this stupid shit," Daryl began to shout as he pulled Beth out of the room.

Rick ran after them, stopping him before they exited the door. "Wait… wait. I'm sure we can work somethang out."

Beth rested her head on Daryl's chest, her fingers gripping his shirt. "I'll do it… but not with him. Daryl… you can do it. Me and you… we can do it. That model doesn't have one tattoo and the song is about a guy with tattoos. You'd be perfect."

Daryl closed his eyes, wondering if he could be that close to her and come out unburned. The heat of her already set his blood on fire and he was fighting hard not to let her fire consume him. "For you… I'll try."

She kissed his cheek and ran over to Maggie. They headed back to the dressing room as Rick and Daryl walked over to Aaron to tell him about the change.

Maggie played with her hair while Olivia touched up her make up. "Daryl's good with me. I can see know he cares about you and not about just getting in your pants. I won't stand in your way. I get you're a big girl, but I'm still your big sister."

Beth gripped her hand, letting one more tear fall. "Love you too, Maggie. Do me a favor? Send that model packing, please. I can't look at him again."

Maggie winked at her and walked out to see Rick giving the model the boot. She was about to go back to Beth when Daryl stopped her. "I won't hurt her."

"I know… but if you ever do," she didn't finish that sentence, she didn't have to. She saw the recognition in Daryl's eyes and that fact he was falling hard for her little sister.

Eric walked over to Daryl with a white wife beater tank and very tattered jeans. "Your wardrobe, Mr. Dixon."

Daryl got dressed feeling a little out of place in his bare feet and white shirt. He hoped the shirt wasn't too thin, too white. His scars were his secret and he didn't want them to become public knowledge.

Merle entered his dressing room wearing a crooking grin. "Let me see."

"Don't start, Merle," Daryl ran his hand through his long hair, hating that he felt so vulnerable.

"Turn around," Merle barked as he inspected Daryl's back.

Merle clamped a hand on his shoulder, nodding his head. "Yer good. Can't see shit."

Daryl didn't need to thank him. He and Merle got each other, was there when the other needed a little push or a hand up. He helped pull his brother out of drugs and trouble and now Merle was helping him recover from the painful memory that he wore on his back.

They walked out together and Aaron went right into director mode. "Daryl … get on the bed and Beth sit beside him. You remember the lyrics to your song, just act them out. I'm going to let you two wing it and I'll just film. Okay… give me magic you two."

Beth placed her hand on Daryl's chest and gave him that wanton look that he saw on her face this morning. He waited for Aaron to say action and he leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her so tenderly she smiled.

She whispered to him to let go, but that's exactly what he was afraid to do. The music starting playing and Beth's sultry lyrics entered his ears. Her voice singing out her passion as her body showed him how badly she wanted him. The people in the room began to vanish as he leaned her back against the bed, letting their body's tangle together.

Beth's breath was hot on his neck as he lowered himself down on her. Her small hands were sliding under his wife-beater, her fingertips ghosting over his abdomen.

She looked at him as if to tell him it was alright, but at that moment it was really wasn't. He wanted to rip that little black satin dress from her body and take her on that big bed. He wanted to taste her lips until the cherry lip gloss was only a memory. He wanted to fist his hands in her long blonde hair, pulling her head back and claiming her slender neck.

There was so much he wanted to do to her in that moment that it made the lust driven man in him feel intoxicated from her scent. It wasn't just her perfume, is was that all-consuming smell of her arousal.

She wanted him and by god, he wanted to be deep inside her plush pink velvet.

"Daryl," she breathed out as his lips traveled from her neck to the sweat covered skin between her breasts.

"Yeah," he mumbled out between kisses.

"That's a wrap… great job you two." Aaron called cut and Daryl looked up at Beth with her blown pupils and dark sapphire eyes, wondering how the hell they got to this point.

The point of no return had been breached. The girl that dared to come into his world and take the job that was once his best friend's, had cast a spell on him and now he was helpless to her charms. He wanted her and he was done pretending otherwise. She was strong and she proved that, even more so today. It was time he stopped treating her like she was a porcelain doll.

Daryl jolted from the bed, hoping that his erection wasn't evident to everyone around. He slammed the dressing room door shut as he took several slow breaths.

Beth opened the door, her blue eyes a deep sapphire. "Daryl… let's go. Just get out of here and go back to the cabin."

He placed his hands on her cheeks, holding her gaze on him. "Any way we can get out of here without anyone seein' us?"

She leaned up on her tiptoes, letting her lips take his. "Back door, beside the hallway."

They changed into their own clothes and met up in the dressing room hallway. Beth slung her purse over her shoulder and took his hand. She twirled Merle's van keys on the tip of her finger with a grin. "Found these just lying on the table."

"I'm a bad influence on you, Ms. Greene," Daryl chuckled as he took the keys from her and they darted out the back door.

The wait is over. The slow burn is about to become a blazing fire. They are about to Burn It Down and I will be posting that little chapter tomorrow. Thank you for your reviews and support. Much love and Bethyl On! To my PIC ... thanks for always having my back.