A.N. - You all are amazing thanks so much for all the comments and follows and faves and all that jazz. Classes start next week so this week is probably the last of the double posts, or even weekly posts as far as I know. I'll do my best to keep updating throughout the semester and I promise not to ghost out on you guys and just leave the two stories unfinished.

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Happy honeymoon reading folks!

Chapter 25

It was gonna be a good goddamn day.

He wasn't going to let anything less than a herd change his mind on this point. Hands moving easily along his bow, ass on the porch boards, back pressed to the house siding, he could feel the tiny little curve that wouldn't leave his mouth. About the time someone came along he might try to do something to change that, but as for right now, if his mouth wanted to tilt that way who the hell was he to stop it?

Last night had been fuckin' amazing, shit, that word didn't even come close to encompassing the mind blowing things that girl had done to him. Fuck, felt like he'd spent the whole time just trying to keep up with her, had started the exchange tired out of his mind too, for not being able to sleep without her by his side.

And when the fuck had that happened?

The first time he was away, that shit made sense, he'd been out of his head with worry that something was going to happen to one of them while they were separated. But apparently it was now a thing he was gonna need to take into consideration when life caused them to hit the sheets at different times. Hopefully that bullshit could be avoided for the most part, because he didn't like it one bit.

Shaking his head slightly, Daryl sped up the playback in his mind until the part where she'd gotten on her knees for him, wrapped his dick up tight in that smartass mouth, hadn't seen that shit coming for the second time in a row. Been as dead set to slide into that tight bit of heaven again, as she'd seemed to have been to get him off period. Christ, basically had to pry her off him so he could fuck her, nearly ripped the clothes that'd blocked his way. And then, the way she'd moved against him, mindless, begging for his body by using hers. His movements came to a slight stop as his cock twitched inquisitively at the scenes looping through his mind and heating his blood.

A slow breath through his nose got him calmed back down, wasn't like the sex was the only part of the night that had been great (though fuck if it wasn't just about the greatest fucking moment of his whole fucking life) after that, was what made it as damn near close to perfect as he was likely to ever experience. Falling asleep with Beth's hands on him, one rubbing his back, the other laying splayed on his forearm, he loved her for it. Had told her in the only way he could for now, but she'd got it, said it back – he knew she had – same as he knew his own name, the marks of game in the woods, or the workings of his bow.

Plus, to top it all off, not only had he not had to go to that stupid fuckin' party, he'd gotten to spend all that possible wasted time with Beth. Yep, all that set today up to be great. Nothing like waking up half on top of a breath wrecking blonde while the two of you were naked, to turn a person optimistic as fuck. Considering the solid night of sleep he'd gotten, Daryl would have been more than alright with going for another round as soon as she cracked her eyes open. It was unfortunate as hell, his decision to let her sleep. Because of course the moment he'd dressed and made his way to the kitchen for some breakfast, Michonne was there and had talked to him until Maggie had shown up to fetch Beth for more work on that damn garden.

He'd blushed pretty substantially, when the sleepy blue-eyed wonder had come trudging downstairs, took the power bar he'd handed her with a mumbled thank you, before raising up and kissing him soundly in front of the two spectators. Maggie had given him a wink, Michonne had smiled hugely at him until he'd grumbled something about checking the weak spot in the wall they'd patched the night before, and had then hightailed it the fuck out of there.

At the moment he was waiting for her to get back, they hadn't done hand-to-hand in a few days and he wanted to make sure she could continue to defend herself. There were of course other things he could be getting done as well. But none of them involved spending time with Beth, and so, weren't things he was fuckin' interested in getting accomplished. Partly because he liked spending time with her, and partly because when he wasn't with her, being with her was the only thing running through his head.

Fuck he loved that girl.

It was startling each time it hit him, smacked into him like a barroom brawl, a beer bottle straight to the back of the head, shoulder tackle to the gut, and once again his hands came to a standstill. He'd thought it before, damn broken record at this point, he was lucky, blessed, fortunate, whatever the fuck a person wanted to call it, that's what he was. Couldn't quite get over how he'd been able to find a life worth wanting to have only after the whole world had turned to nightmares and ripped flesh.

Universe sure was fuckin' weird.

Beth.

The sound of her footfalls, one of the things about her that was chiseled somewhere along one of his ribs, snapped his head and eyes up to see her striding her way towards him and the house. He loved watching those long legs of hers eat up ground, bend and stretch, wrap around his waist…it was getting impossible to think of much anything else other than Beth in some kind of naked situation. Not that he minded. He just hoped he was able to get it together enough to continue training. Or for fucks sake to fight, without having a moaning Beth Greene pop into his head, probably just in time to get his ass bit by something less fuckin' enjoyable than her.

He had to crane his neck around to follow her progress up the stairs, clocked the way she froze halfway to the door like a doe in the woods, before her head swiveled in his direction and she set bright blues on him. That damn tilting pull of his mouth lengthened as her face broke into one of the biggest smiles he'd seen.

Yeah, he stood no chance against that damn look of hers, good thing he wasn't planning to try.

"You're here." Happy words said through flashing teeth, as she changed course quickly to come his way.

"Was waitin' on ya." He answered with a nod, getting his bow out of the way in time for Beth to straddle his lap. A small wave of uneasiness lapped against his consciousness, eyes flicking around for anyone catching a glimpse. But there didn't seem to be anyone near, and anyway, he found he sorta liked it best when she was as close as she could get. "Have fun at the garden?"

She shot him a wry look at his teasing, clasping dirt smeared hands behind his neck. "You could come lend a hand sometime ya know." Releasing the hold on his bow, Daryl wrapped steady hands around either side of her hips, giving her a little satisfied squeeze when he did. The thought about doing just that had occurred once or twice, finding her to help out, it'd pestered him only every other goddamn second this morning while he sat twiddling his thumbs.

"Wouldn' mind?" Cheek bunching one of his eyes almost shut, he stroked a sort of nervous thumb, against her thigh. "Havin' me shadow ya?"

She shook her head quickly, leaning in just as fast to kiss him rapidly and too short. "Long as you wanted, whenever you wanted." Mouth quirking a little he nodded, scanning her face, all sweat sheen, rosy hues, and fading scars. "I was thinkin'." Arms flexing, she brought their torsos closer together and Daryl got a little sidetracked, watching her mouth while she continued. "I know this place is buggin' you."

Maybe a little yeah, but honestly, Alexandria had started growing on him around the same time it allowed him to sleep in a bed with Beth. At first it'd felt like he wouldn't be able to make it work, was sinking through the damn mattress, but if he left and went to sleep on the porch or even the floor…Well, Beth might think it had something to do with her, or that she needed to join him because that was the kind of person she was. There was no way Daryl was going to have her sleep out like a barnyard cat when there was a nice bed for her to snuggle down into.

Everything else, the people, the walls, the too rich houses, and the all so normal-not-normalness did nag at him now and then, but overall, he hadn't had time to obsess over that shit while he'd had someone like Beth brightening every goddamn thing, every goddamn day.

"S'fine." He muttered, just before she moved in with a grin to kiss him again, making his damn heart flutter like a hopped up June bug. This one lasted longer, included a little bit of her tongue in his mouth, but he barely got a taste before she slunk back with a cheeky little smile. A look that had him fixing her with a playful one of warning.

Don' even fuckin' recognize m'damn self anymore.

The thought should bring with it more rankle and worry maybe, but he was too wrapped up in Beth to see much other than how good that statement felt. All this kissing and being close was giving him ideas of how they could spend their afternoon, he hadn't come close to having her all the ways he wanted, and not even for a breath as long.

"Why don't we go huntin' or somethin'?" It was probably the first time in his life that Daryl hesitated to answer with a resounding yes to going hunting. It was just…the house was empty…and they had all those rubbers…

"Why?" He decided on at last, trying to give himself some time to come up with an excuse other than – I'd rather be fuckin' ya – for why they shouldn't go hunting, something that wasn't a lie.

Unless he didn't need another excuse…

"Because, they've got their normal, and you've got yours," she was smiling at him with a slightly knowing look that made his ears think about burning, "and there's no reason we can't do both." Awe hell, it was hard to think about talking her out of it, when she'd obviously been worrying about him being happy in this place that she could tell made him feel cagey.

Considering the woman that was so content to be straddling him here at the end of the world, something occurred to him as he slid wanting hands up her sides, moving them to brush up the backside of her ribs. He hadn't thought to ask her if she'd been handling town life alright, it'd just seemed something so pro Beth, he'd figured it was a given. Like how there was never going to be a voice that sounded as good to him as hers. Or, how he loved the way she felt, the way she shivered, and how her lids drooped to a half lidded gaze as she looked at him right now. How it was ok for her to know exactly what he was thinking, because she was thinking the same.

"Wha' about you? What's normal for you?" She might be trying to torture him a little, he realized, stifling a groan as she pivoted those hips forward to press their bodies that much closer, peering upward with a look of mock intense pondering.

"I think I like me a lil' a' both actually," she said, meeting his eyes with another lively grin that tugged at him, "everythin' in moderation, that's what daddy always said."

His own thin little curve of lips inched higher. "Everythin'?" Coal fire in his gut as her look turned a bit hungry and there was that damn pride thing again, that he was the one getting this apple cheeked stunner to get that gleam, and that spark.

"Well," she hedged in a breath, getting closer once more so her nose could bump his, "some indulgence never hurt."

"Hmmm." He swore to Christ he didn't mean to make the damn noise, he was a largely nonverbal type person these days. He'd gotten accustomed to making as little sound as he could to stay alive, and, because he'd stopped having to do that bullshit bravado.

How the hell was he supposed to know it was going to end up as some kind of horniness trigger for her? Not that he was looking to change that, lessen it in any sort of way, didn't mind at all the way she moaned real quiet and kissed him hard. What kind of a dumb sonofabitch wouldn't want Beth Greene digging her hands into their hair to hold them still while she ran a hot tongue across lips all too willing to part? No, Daryl didn't plan on quitting humming anytime soon, even if it was something he'd cooked up to tease her, which it wasn't, it just got him the best kisses in the world for him to want to do anything else.

He kept up the heady contact a good lung-breaking amount, running restless hands up and down her heaving back once they'd split. Personally, he was pretty ready to fuckin' go, and not to the woods. But then, some alone time with Beth away from town, had been his initial plan. Until she'd gone and sat on his lap – making all non-naked thoughts fly straight the fuck out of his head.

She closed her eyes and breathed in deep, like she was trying to inhale his goddamn essence right there on their Alexandrian porch, and he'd be damned if he didn't feel an answering little wobble in his gut that had him sucking in his own chest full of air. Sky blues blinked open at him, and she levered herself up by way of his shoulders, sweet smile in place as she offered him a hand.

The forest was nearly silent, except for all the usual sounds that told him the area was relatively safe for the moment. Crossbow ready and waiting on his back, Daryl could feel the small tug every now and again on his vest where Beth held onto it, her other hand on her knife's hilt. It was a good idea she'd had to come out here, he figured, feeling his skin settle more comfortably over his bones as they passed near silently through the trees.

He'd just been hunting a couple days ago, but there tended to be a nagging bit of incompleteness in the solitary pastimes in his life now. As far as Daryl was concerned, the only thing that could possibly make his day any better was finding a soft stretch of ground to fuck Beth on. But that wasn't likely to happen, ever, because he really was dead set on not doing a goddamn thing that'd risk her life. So, things like forest sex, or pregnancy, were things he was vehemently trying to fuckin' avoid at all costs. Which is how he'd managed to pull himself out, after being balls deep in her last night, the thought of losing Beth was becoming literally his worst nightmare.

After they'd been walking for a good distance, Daryl signaled her to take a break, and they settled against some trees that were a few dragging steps away from their neighbors. He tossed the water bottle to her underhanded and she caught it in a blink, wiggling her eyebrows at him and making him want to laugh.

Felt good, even if it was hard for him to trust.

That'd it last, that nothing bad would happen.

Not anything to do with the two of them on an emotional basis, well nothing with him anyway, he loved Beth Greene. That was it. He was done. Fuckin' game over, sorry any other insane woman thinking of getting his attention from now until the day he was buried, burnt, or bitten.

He loved Beth, he was gonna love her until the day he died.

And mostly, except for the lowest most insecure parts of him, he believed the same went for her. Being so much younger than he was, there was the slim possibility she'd meet someone she liked better but…well maybe he was too fuckin' blissed out to be thinking clearly, but he just couldn't see it happening. Beth had picked him, he couldn't understand it most of the time, didn't know when it had started or what made her decide now was the time for them to be together. He was just planning on bear hugging that stroke of genius with everything in him.

It was all the outside shit that he couldn't see coming that he was worried about, as always, the rival groups, the walkers, illness, accident turned tragedy, that kind of thing…

Her lobbing the bottle back at him yanked his attention back to the moment, and he wasted no time knocking back a swallow or two. They were out to hunt, spend a little time together that didn't involve getting right to the edge of fuckin' before someone interrupted for the billionth goddamn time.

"Wha' made ya think about comin' out here?" She looked surprised at his question, and he couldn't really blame her, he didn't go in too much for chatting. Listening to her while she was chatty was nice, but he didn't initiate bullshitting sessions as a rule.

"Was just thinkin', I mean I know you went huntin' not too long ago but, well, we ain't been out together since before you left with Aaron." She shrugged thin shoulders, and he watched her until she continued, knowing there was something else there. "Don't want ya thinkin' the only time I wanna spend time together is when we're," his cock immediately twitched at her heated look, "havin' sex. An' maybe I wanna make sure that's not the only thing we're doin' together."

"Hell." He groused, flicking a squint eyed look at her. "Why not?"

"Oh stop." Laughing, she wobbled her head a little bit while rolling her eyes. "You know we gotta be doin' more 'en that." He gave her a blank stare, thinking to tease her into a kiss or something, but she got all thoughtful on him instead and he had to change gears. "Daddy said if you don't have hope what's the point of livin'?"

That was the second time today she'd brought up Hershel, maybe it was working out in the garden, or the way things were changing so fast that'd brought him to the surface of her thoughts. Either way, Daryl felt the necessity to do more than stand and blink at her, taking an uncertain step forward he caught up her hand in his, irritated when his face heated. He really was a shitty adult, could kill the dead and the living if need be without pause, but hold his girl's hand even when no one could see it?

Yeah, fuckin' blush worthy event right there.

"So that's it." She continued, twining their fingers and offering him a pleased smile at his miniscule effort that in no way deserved that sweet a look. "I want…I want you ta' be my hope, an' I'll be yours. And I'm thinkin' somewhere along the way more hope'll come along, it's bound to."

Fuck she was hitting him with both barrels right now. He agreed with everything she was saying, hell it already felt like something he'd known in his chest even if his head hadn't gotten that far along yet. It was just, he was developed kinda poorly when it came to the emotional shit. Could think it all day, how much he loved her, how he would love her until there wasn't anything left of him, but never in his lifetime did he expect himself capable of saying all that out loud…where she could fuckin' hear it and shit.

"An' what if it don'?" Wasn't trying to be a prick, or close up on her, he was just…scared, and he wasn't supposed to be. Not of…of anything.

She searched him for a moment, sliding down a few nerves into his brain, seeing something there that thankfully made her feel confident enough to pull herself over to him by their joined hands.

"Then at least we'll have some for a little while longer. I ain't plannin' on dyin' anytime soon."

He was able to nod before she was kissing him, nothing to get them wound up, just something that barely did the trick of getting him to not bring up the point that none of the people they'd lost had planned on it. But then, they'd been out having themselves a nice little day in the woods, so he cupped her face and kissed her deep until it did start to rile him. Drawing back, he ran quick eyes over her face as she looked up at him, hoping to the point of prayer that he'd be given even more time with her than what he'd had.

She took a shaky breath and he could tell she was about to try to take his mind off the dark places it'd slunk to. No doubt his damn face had shown her everything she needed to know exactly what he was thinking

"So ya still thinkin' on that nickname?"

Well that'll do it.

"Christ, again?" He scoffed, not dropping her hand as he resumed their trek, not until she was talking and gunning to be a pain in his ass.

Technically, she'd lain off the nickname subject for a while. It was just…he had the sinking suspicion that if she looked at him too woe begotten over it, he'd spill his secret quicker than shit. Keeping his eyes on scanning the trees around them, he did his best to prolong the inevitable.

"Oh come on Daryl, you don't want one, which I don't get-"

"Why'd I wanna hear ya call me honey or babe?" He grumbled, darker than he felt, already thinking about where he was going to end up having to take her, and steering them that way subtly as she continued, arm tugging morosely on his vest.

"It's just somethin' that shows we're close, I dunno." It wasn't hard for Daryl to know the moment he fucked up, casting a quick glance back at her, seeing her crestfallen expression that immediately made him feel like the prickliest prick to ever exist.

Sighing, he took another all-encompassing check of their surroundings before stopping.

"Look." This was going to be even more talking, this is what love did, made him talk.

Being reasonably sure he wasn't letting a walker sneak up on them, Daryl turned and pulled her into him, hands going to curve around the sides of her neck, keeping her in place, as he rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. It might make it easier for him, if he didn't have to have her squinting at his soul while he was telling her.

"I don' wantcha callin' me any a' that shit because I like hearin' ya call me by m'name."

He felt as her hands came to bunch in his shirt. "Oh. Really?"

"Mhmmm," he hummed out, knocking her nose lightly, "like the way it sounds when you're hollerin' at me, or callin' me when it's time t' eat." Ignoring the tightness of his no doubt reddened skin, he kept going before he lost his nerve and all respect for himself. "Way it sounds when it sighs outta ya, like a' curse, when I'm inside ya."

Beth's small fists made surprised little scrubbing motions against his abdomen, which somehow only served to make him hard, his body didn't make any kind of sense to him anymore.

"A-alright then." Yeah that breathy sound in her voice wasn't going to make his hard-on go anywhere at all…but there was no way, not in the woods with no kind of shelter to keep her safe.

"Yeah?" Daryl opened his eyes, moving his face back enough to be able to get a good look at her pinked cheeks and wide eyes.

"Yeah." Answering instantly, she seconded it with a jerking nod, gaze tripping to his mouth with every other bob of her head. Steeling himself, Daryl kept going, seeing the steps that lead to his name for her coming out in his mind.

"Ya want me to, I can call ya one a' them pet names. I get that ya like it, I jus' don'. Not for me."

Another wide eyed nod.

"Ya got somethin' in mind that ya'd like?"

Head shake this time.

It was getting the smallest bit funny, like this little peek into his mind had completely blown hers. Narrowly keeping the smile from his face, Daryl jerked his chin in the direction they'd need to head next.

"Got somethin' I've been meanin' t' show ya. C'mon."

"Yeah 'course." She smiled at him with her answer, and he felt less nervous about telling her, not a lot, but some. Problem was, she could hate it, think he was an idiot for his pick, but it was too late now – the nickname had twined itself around her in his mind – girl was stuck with it one way or another.

It wasn't a terribly long walk to get to the patch of ground he had in mind, it'd worried him when he'd first made the connection, since they were in Virginia, that he wouldn't be able to find it to show her, if he…well if the shit that had just happened came to pass. But sure enough what he'd been looking for was common enough to stretch this far north. Stopping in front of one plant in particular, Daryl motioned to it, feeling the anxiety weeble wobble its way up his spine, as he clutched onto his bow strap.

"What is it?" Hopefully it was a good sign for him that she looked so interested while she studied what he'd pointed at, flicking a smile over to him before looking back at the winding stems and glossy leaves.

Taking a deep, probably unnecessary, breath he glared at her mildly when she looked back at him inquisitively. "S'not a stupid peach."

There was a heavy amount of confusion before her mouth was coming open slightly, uncertainty warring with comprehension and maybe a hint of excitement.

"It…makes ya think of me?"

He couldn't look at her, it'd be faster if he could just stare at the twirling stems and blanketing thorns, list off what he knew about it like this was one of their training sessions and he was just looking to keep her alive, yeah he could do that, nodding to himself and to her, he began talking quick and low.

"Plant can save yer life if you're stuck out in the woods. Lil' tendrils there? Ya can pick 'em off eat 'em jus' like that. Ain't gotta cook 'em at all. One a' the only ones out here tha's a good source a' protein too. Springtime, they got these little clusters a' berries, bluish-black lookin' things. Flavor's surgery" – an' wild, taste jus' fuckin' like ya – "See that thicker stem part?"

The body of the plant wasn't nearly as sweetly whimsical looking as the baby curlicues that wound their way up around the surrounding trees and bushes, no these thicker stems bristled like wartime with thorns. Beth was watching him avidly, and his voice was sounding more and more like he'd used the damn things he was gesturing at to gargle with before starting this fuckin' speech of his.

"That thing ain't gonna let ya crush it all the way through 'til ya hit some tough little pit." He muttered, remembering peach mush trailing down his fingers and onto his clothes. "Fucker'll make ya pay for every inch ya try 'an take from it." Swallowing passed the dry pain in his throat, he took a step over and carefully grasped a leaf, delicately thumbing aside a few of the thorns and breaking them off. "But it ain't hard t' get close to…if ya take yer time."

There was a choked breath from next to him, and he looked over at her in time to catch the body that had thrown itself at him. Beth's arms snaked around his neck hugging hard, shocked as shit, Daryl hugged her back, his arms banding around her back. He hadn't quite expected this reaction, he was slightly alarmed, but also pleased as a motherfucker.

"What's it called?"

Oh fuck, right, the whole goddamn point.

"Greenbrier." The answer came out in a croaking crack of his vocal chords, and clearing his throat, Daryl tried again as he gave her what'd been substituted for her name in his mind most days since the first time they'd kissed. "Brier."

She pulled back enough to give him a moonshine smile, eyes a little over bright for someone who'd just been told they'd been nicknamed after a common (thorny) forest plant. But then again, he'd known she was weird for a long time now. Had to be, to see any reason to love and stick with his ignorant ass.

"You're amazin'." It was a near thing, that kept him from ducking his head in embarrassment, took him right back to when this thing with them had first been starting, after Atlanta, when he'd come back to the group with that deer.

An' shit, ya thought she made you feel ten feet tall then.

"Jus' a name, picked from a damn obnoxious climbin' vine tha's too bossy for its own good."

She gave him a folded lip smile that wasn't fooling anyone, able to tell no problem how uncomfortable all this was making him. Hadn't they planned to go hunting? What the hell had happened to that idea?

"How're they bossy?"

"Boss me around plenty." He grumbled, even as she laid a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek, shooting him a disbelieving smile after she'd drawn back again. "I ain't bein' cute woman, look at them thorns, ya got any idea how irritatin' it is to hunt around these things?"

"You're the sweetest man I've ever known Daryl Dixon."

Oh Christ.

"Tchuh." He scoffed shaking his head, bashfulness reaching critical levels, almost to the point of wanting to shrug her off him…almost. "Stop."

Beth simply smiled and shook her head back at him, before pushing up on her tip toes to kiss him, and their no PDA in the woods rule was getting shot to hell once again.

"Take me home Daryl."

Getting a good read on the look in her eyes he nodded without argument or question.

"Alrigh' Brier." He graveled out, landing another quick kiss. "I c'n do that."

A single thought kept running like a fox from a pack of hounds in his mind once the two of them got safely locked behind their bedroom door.

Dangerous

That's how he felt. Couldn't really figure the exact why, maybe she'd split him too far open, got him to show her enough for him to feel safe enough not to reign everything in. Or maybe that switch she'd flipped shouldn't have been, it might have been there to keep someone safe.

Or fuck, maybe he just loved this woman so goddamn much he was out of his head with it.

Didn't matter much in the end, because when she moved to walk around their bed, milky arms snatching up the hem of her shirt, he was behind her in two quick steps. Tugging the thing out of her grasp to toss it in the general direction of the hamper before his mouth was pressed into the crook of her neck. Thick dirty fingers rubbing their way down the hitching surface of her belly to dive under the line of her jeans. He didn't give a fuck if he busted the fuckin' button of her pants if it meant getting a few fingertips on her clit instead of fooling with the obstacles.

Arms scrambling around in front of them, Beth did the work for him even as he felt the waistband tearing some hair and skin from his forearms. Index and middle finger of his left hand pushed against her bundle of nerves a little roughly, and he felt her convulse against the hold he had on her, Daryl's biceps had no problem keeping her in place, in fact he flexed and pulled tighter, better to rub his swelling dick against her ass. His right hand started a measured, but insistent massage on top of her mound, trying and mostly failing to chill his ass out while she writhed, scratching and gasping with each movement he made.

Slipping a middle finger inside, Daryl grated against the dryness of his throat, somewhere in his head he was trying to track her sounds and body language as he slid his other hand to roll against her clit while swirling the digit he had buried up to the knuckle inside her. Beth was doing what she could to remove her pants, but seemed to get distracted when he removed a hand from below her waistline to cup and squeeze a rose tipped tit.

The fuck had she done to him?

The underwear and zipper grinding his cock wasn't what he needed, and while he'd like to spend days fingering Beth until she couldn't function, let alone leave their bed, he wanted to sink inside her, make her cuss him a bit. Releasing his hold, slickened winking fingers went to work divesting himself of his own clothing, while he enjoyed the show of watching Beth shimmy out of hers. Damn girl hadn't even been wearing a goddamn bra the whole time she'd been with him, good fuckin' thing he hadn't known that shit while they were in the woods.

He'd have gotten them killed, makin' her cry for him out there.

His vision was a bit wonky, kept trying to blink the mix of black and sparking bits out of the way, but they danced and shimmered every time his eyes shifted to a newly bared area of Beth's pale body. Thought process was on the damn fritz too, had to be, for him to push her on the bed like he was. To palm himself watching that sweetly curving ass as she shuffled her way up to crawl more fully onto the mattress. She was pushing at the covers that had been left balled in the middle, but he couldn't seem to care about any of that as he moved to knee walk his way to her, pushing down on a flexing shoulder, putting her right on her face, that ass sticking up as she made a little noise of surprise.

Christ but she looked good like this, made him want to…Leaning forward, one hand on the bed to steady him while the other one went to the small of her back, Daryl ran lips then teeth over that bunched bit of flesh, biting until she wiggled. Had to stop that shit, he released his mouthful, breathing heavily on the now reddened skin. He'd already left marks all over her, had blushed something awful when he'd seen them, even as they'd made him hard. Little bruises and teeth marks on her clavicle, their first time, and then her shoulder, the morning after…Jesus if he wasn't a mutt with poor training.

His attempt to calm down, get a hold of himself, got waylaid by the smell of her that was easy enough for him to breathe in deeply, being this close to her. And there went the fucking switch again, as he hauled her up by her hips, ducking down to run a seeking tongue along the length of her slit, feeling the moan before he heard it. No idea what he was doing, didn't slow him down at all, wanted a taste, that was all that mattered, and that was what he was going to get.

Lips and tongue, fuck even his nose, moving her glistening folds aside, licking until he wished he could unhinge his fucking jaw to get at more of her. But it wasn't the angle he wanted, neck bowed awkwardly, he wanted that little bundle of nerves, could feel it tremble against his tongue every time he flicked and worked it. He wanted to know what sounds Beth would make if he sucked it, ran his teeth over it real gentle, he could do that, he could calm the fuck down enough to be gentle.

She whined and flexed her hips, running herself down his tongue, and he dove it inside her before drawing back. Had to flip her over, no matter how fuckin' much this position and view of her was ramping him up, wanted to make her…

Grabbing a hip, Daryl pushed her to one side, liking the stretch of back and ripple of ribs under skin, as she crumpled to one side. About to complete the rotation, he grumbled beast like, when she clutched at the mattress and dragged herself back to the same position. He'd sunk one split knuckled hand into an ass cheek, when she threw a look at him over her shoulder, and he stilled like she'd spoken a command aloud.

"Like this."

Yes ma'am.

Gripping himself, Daryl moved forward, propping a hand above her shoulder, near to her face, he looked down. Throat muscles working as he rubbed the head of his cock against his already tongue worked little pussy, that Beth was good enough to spread wider for him with her bent kneed stance on the bed. Guiding into the already vising hold of her, he barely recognized the guttural noise that vibrated out of him. She couldn't handle the weight of him, sinking them both into the mattress, but he liked that just fine, ran him from chest to cock along her back and he moved to slide an arm under one of hers, searching and finding a small shaking hand that clung to him.

He should check to see if he was smashing her, should ask her if she could breathe, if it felt alright, if she was ready, if she still loved him. But instead he drew his hips back and plunged down, groaning at her cry and the way she tightened around him. Made his next thrust even harder, using his arms and the entirety of his fucking body to move into her, hips smacking and pushing at her ass until he was fully inside her once more.

Check on her.

The voice was distant, barely able to be heard through the sounds of flesh and throats. He was all around her, wrapping her up just like she was him, stomach and chest slicking across her back, arms housing her small frame, her shoulder slamming into one arm with each thrust even as her hand wrung the feeling from his other hand. Couldn't see her face, she had it buried into the wrinkled sheets, had no idea where her other fucking hand was, it'd disappeared under her, wasn't working her clit – he'd have felt it – maybe was using it to stifle her cries.

And she was crying, he could feel it in his sternum as he bowed his back and snapped his hips, forgetting his earlier shyness about leaving marks, and sunk his teeth into her shoulder blade. He was getting so goddamn close. She was sucking him inside so hard with each thrust, it was going to be the head resting on the back of her neck that was going to explode. Daryl almost told her to touch herself, remembering at the last moment what she'd told him. Trying to pull free of her hold, he stopped the attempt when he saw her shake her head in his peripheral.

"Beth?" He could barely recognize his own voice. "You alrigh'?"

Now, now you check?

She didn't answer, and panic made his next thrust stutter and stall.

"Brier?"

He was about to pull out, when Beth thrust back hard into him, clicking his fucking teeth shut to keep the moan as tempered as he could manage. When he began moving again, so did she, and he knew he couldn't last much longer. Not with the added sensation, not with the fucking relief that coursed through him.

"You close?" He breathed along her neck, nose getting knocked by her ear when she shook her head. The fuck she mean, she wasn't close? Jesus Christ. "M'gonna finish without ya, you best get that way pretty fuckin' quick."

Daryl's spine and back were beginning to tingle and prickle, and Beth yanking his hand in hers down the sweat soaked length of her body, forcefully pressing his fingers against her mound was about to do him in. Daryl wasn't about to have that, they'd done that shit already, he wasn't a fan – coming before her – made him lose that proud male feeling he was becoming sort of attached to.

At least with this.

"Greedy little shit." The words rumbled over her ridges of cartilage, and he watched as she finally turned her head so he could see, damn side of her hand between her flashing teeth once more, eyes scrunched closed. "You fuckin' like it this way dont'cha?"

She whined through her improvised gag, Daryl started hard circuits of her clit, watching in fascination as her cheeks puffed and her nostrils flared. His arms were tiring and he wasn't coming only by the grace of god, figured, that fuckin' Beth Greene would make him find religion, but he somehow didn't want to stop, if it kept that look on her face.

He must have pressed and thrust just right, because suddenly Beth was crying out a moan that was high pitched enough that it made him worry, sounded like it hurt, like she hurt, but she was shutting around him so hard his concern slipped as his body reminded him he'd been ready to come a long fucking time ago.

Beth was going boneless beneath him as she rode out the aftershocks, moving both arms to rest on his elbows, Daryl ignored the trembling in his legs and arms long enough to slide his hands to be holding both of hers. Having a bit of a fight at first to pull one from beneath her languid body and the other from her mouth, holding tight, he pumped heavily into her, his orgasm was right there and he was chasing it like a last meal. Didn't worry about pulling out because he'd gotten the…

His frame locked for a few moments as he came hard, groaning it out against her spine, as he emptied out everything he had. Knees sliding out from under him, he felt his weight settle into Beth with a kind of warm finality, and he wanted to move, except he really didn't, and so lay there trying to track her breathing in case it became labored.

He had to be smothering her, was so much larger than she was, but she didn't squirm or twitch underneath him. Pulled in air and released it carefully, and he felt like he'd melded their bodies together, locked inside her by his weakly pulsing dick. His girl felt like embodied bliss wrapped around him like she was, and when she pivoted her hips, he was at her mercy. Because as drained as he was…he might stroke out, but his mind was willing to go again if his body could find the ability.

"Don't pull out." She murmured, sounding so husky, it caused a slight thrusting reflex that made them both moan. "I wanna go again."

Rubbing her thumbs along his fingers, she craned her neck a little, and he slid to the side some to meet her gaze. He couldn't, not right away, but she felt so good…Maybe he could delay her some, go down on her again to give his body time to recoup, he just needed to throw the rubber in the trash and then he could go about turning her over and…

Cock twitching inside her, Daryl froze, eyes still locked with hers as realization seemed to dawn on both of them. Beth clenched around him experimentally and he cursed while tugging himself out, air hit his naked dick, and he seemed to be able to do nothing other than gather himself up on his knees and stare down at it confusion. Now granted, it looked soaked enough to make him feel the beginnings of getting hard all over again, but sure as shit, the damn thing was devoid of a rubber.

Hadn't he?

Well obviously he fucking had not.

His eyes slipped back up to where Beth was gazing at the same place he had been, she flicked her sight up to his. After the soul shaking sex he'd just had, Daryl was doing his best to prepare for whatever panic, fear, or anger she was about to unleash on him. He was an idiot, a horny idiot, he'd gone and stole those fucking condoms and then promptly forgotten to wear one the second time he and Beth had had sex after getting them.

How did one go about kicking their own ass? It'd been a long time since he'd seen Liar Liar…

"I don't care." Beth's voice snapped him back to reality, watching in shock as she pulled herself up enough to turn over, lean legs spreading once more before him. "We'll use one this next time." Jerking a head towards his bedside table, she gave him a look that had shivers wrapping his limbs. "C'mere."

He should freak out about this more.

He'd do it later.

Beth pivoted her hips, flashing silky pink at him.

Much…much…later.

Far as he was concerned, it was still a good goddamn day.

Now he just had to hold onto that feeling.

Uh-oh, drama. Thoughts ideas concerns? Give it to me in the feedback if you are so inclined to take the time, and our honeymoon period is over folks, here comes wolves, walkers, and baseball bats. Probably a good deal of pain as well, but we'll have to see.