A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. I have no excuse but good fun, amazing friends, and great food. I was just having too much fun interacting with actual humans to pull out the computer to write. Vacations are the best! I did, however, absolutely love all the reviews from last week – I'm glad everyone liked the song selection. Without any more delay, here's the long awaited chapter I promised a few weeks before. I hope everyone will enjoy it.

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Chapter 26

Their simple kiss turned more heated on the dance floor. Daryl found his hands tangled in her hair. The music still played, moving on to another song. Their bodies moved with the rhythm but not in a way that would be considered dancing, at least not what polite society would consider dancing. Beth released a moan against his mouth, her fingers digging into the flesh on his neck.

They couldn't continue like this. Daryl peeled himself from Beth, took her hand, and together they made their way past the crowds of people. As they stepped outside, the cool fall air hit Daryl. He hoped it was having a greater effect on Beth than it was on him, he didn't think anything would cool him down.

Once outside, Beth took the lead in the darkness of night, rounding them past a corner and further away from the reception. It was dark, but a mostly full moon was out so Daryl could make Beth out as she pulled him along, her hair and skin taking on a translucent shimmer. He knew he'd follow her anywhere, not questioning where she was taking them.

Beth finally slowed once they reached a cove alongside another building, shielding them from the party. She pulled him closer and kissed him again, more fiercely this time. Daryl framed her face with his hands as his mouth settled over hers. At the first touch of his tongue, Beth made a tiny sound in her throat. A shudder rippled through Daryl but didn't stop his gradual, sensual claiming of her mouth. He could feel his pants grow tighter around him, but for the first time in a long time he didn't give a shit if Beth knew or not.

The kiss intensified as he turned his head, opening the soft feminine lips that were parting over the sighing of his name. His tongue swept into her mouth, the taste of her was intoxicating and made him dizzy. Beth's hands grappled at his shirt until her delicate hands slid up along his neck, his pulse beating wildly against the burning of her flesh. Another tiny sound escaped Beth, setting fire to Daryl. Their bodies molded together as tightly as their kiss was. Daryl drank deeply of Beth, holding the intimate kiss until her breathing was as fast and broken as his own. Only then did Daryl break the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers.

Despite the coolness of fall, the air enveloping them was thick and sizzling. "Beth," he breathed, shaking from the intensity of what had just happened.

"More," she urged him demandingly in a husky voice that didn't seem like her own.

He was more than willing to oblige her as Beth surged forward, her lips capturing his again as her arms went around his neck. It still wasn't close enough for either of them. Daryl moved his hands to her hips, shifting the silken fabric of her dress inches higher on her svelte body. Then, in one bold move, Daryl cupped her bottom and lifted her up against him. Beth fit him like a damn glove, all her curves nestling against every hardened part of him. He pressed her up against a wall, using it to hold her there.

The low moan that escaped Beth as she ran her nails along hairline to let him know she appreciated the change in elevation. She tightened her thighs on his hips, rolling them hard against him. With the wall helping, Daryl kept one strong arm under her while he pulled the other free. His hand skimmed up her body, his fingers spayed along her ribs until he reached her breast. With a muffled groan, Daryl cupped her breast fully, feeling the hardened peak just under the fabric.

This was going wildly out of control, spinning his head faster and faster. Less than an hour ago, Daryl was still wondering about the ramifications of pressing forward with Beth. Lord, Daryl desperately wanted to, but if he should was another question. Now, only want was driving him on, both of them apparently as Beth moved her lips from his. Her mouth trailed along his jaw to the side of his throat. Frantic whimpers escaped Beth as he continued his exploration of her breast, rubbing his thumb over the peaked edge.

Her hot breath was in his ear as she moaned against his touch. "More," Beth begged as she hitched her body along his again.

Daryl glided his hand back down her body until he reached exposed, burning flesh of her thigh. Beth wanted more, and he was willing to do anything to make her happy. His hand slipped under her dress, pushing the fabric up along the curved edge of her hip. Daryl allowed a finger to skim along the leg band of her panties, a wet heat promised just underneath. A gasp broke from her lips at his daring touch, but the nails that sunk into his shoulders urged him further.

The blood that wasn't pooling lower was buzzing loudly in his ears, pushing away all reason. Daryl traced the fragile skin along the elastic edge once more before he dipped a finger underneath. The slick wetness he found there made his knees weak. Beth rolled her hips against his touch, forcing a gliding touch along her wet folds. Daryl followed the motion up, his dampened finger rubbing against her sensitive nub. He circled her clit once, and then again as Beth moaned at his touch. Her breath was almost a pant in his ear, urging him on. Daryl thrummed his fingers over her wet opening again, bringing more sleek dampness up to her aching center.

A small amount of reason found him despite his efforts to keep it at bay. "Beth," Daryl groaned as she nipped at his lower lip, his fingers testing the edge of her warm folds again. "There's still a hundred people around the corner there."

"So," Beth countered in a husky voice before she covered his mouth again, her hips flexing against his fingers. "More," she urged, nipping at his lower lip.

There would be no stopping anymore. He was so fucking turned on that she was letting him… no, that wasn't right; Beth wanted him to do this. Daryl plucked at her sensitive nub again, eliciting a throaty moan from her. He drank it up from her lips like precious wine, sweet and intoxicating. Daryl switched to his thumb over her swollen clit, freeing his fingers to graze against her wetness. Slowly as he continued to circle her, he dipped a finger into her. She was tight and warm and welcoming, and everything he remembered. His body was aching, shaking against the need and knowing she was this ready for him that quickly.

Beth started to roll her hips against his finger, pressing further in. Daryl moved with her motion and repeatedly slid in and out of her as his other arm strained to support her against the wild movements. Her arms locked around his neck, her thighs tightening at his hips. Daryl slid a second digit into her waiting wetness, picking up the speed as he circled her. Her mouth fell from his, her teeth clamping down hard on her lower lip as her blue eyes fluttered shut. Daryl watched her; he couldn't help it, as a beautiful but pained expression took over her face. In the next instance, he felt her walls clench around his fingers, pulsing release as she dipped forward to kiss him with a searing moan against his mouth.

Daryl didn't know what it was about them together like this that took away all rationale thought. He had no idea what it was that drove them both so crazy, that they'd lose their minds and end up here again. Daryl dipped into her one more time, riding the last of her releasing wave. She was so wet and sleek and ready for him. It was going to kill him, but they couldn't do this again. Last time this happened, they'd gotten Hope. Their daughter wasn't a bad outcome, but it was better if their relationship didn't start out with a second kid before they even went out on a first date.

He pulled back, removed his hand and repositioned it on her exposed thigh, caressing the warm flesh he found there. She was so beautiful, wild and passionate and unadulterated. Her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses. Beth was breathing hard, almost gasping for calming air. Her blue irises were slivers against the dilated black of lust. This was going to be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Daryl knew with a flick of his wrist below, his zipper would be undone, and he could be buried deep within her in seconds. So deep until she knew no end and he knew no beginning. Daryl growled at the thought and closed his eyes, his cock throbbing and desperately wanting release.

"Daryl?" she questioned in a rough voice.

He opened his eyes to see her concern. Fuck. "Beth… I ain't got any protection. God, tell me… tell me you do."

Beth winced and bit down on her lip. Daryl already knew the answer without her having to say a word. He pressed his forehead to hers.

She released a shaky breath. "No. I didn't think we'd… it's taken so long to get us to admit... I didn't even think about going to the doctor yet even. I'm damn sure going on Monday."

Daryl chuckled softly, he had to. "Okay then. I gotta – I gotta put you down, Beth."

"No!" She surprised him with how suddenly and so vehemently she opposed that. Her legs pulled tighter around him, practically shoving his constrained cock against her.

Daryl couldn't stop himself from grinding against her, capturing her lips for another kiss. This wasn't what was supposed to be happening. He was trying to be the good guy here; he was trying to be the responsible one. This damn woman was making it too damn tempting, too damn hard. It wasn't fair.

He had to try one last time; it was all he had in him. Quickly and before he was unable to stop, Daryl grabbed Beth by the hips and pulled her divine body away from his, her dress slipping back into place. There was a tangible wave of heat that rolled off them as their two bodies parted. Her body shuddered at the loss of contact. Her hands gripped his strong arms as he set her down on the ground again. Daryl tried to take another step back, but her hold on him prevented it.

"Beth, we gotta stop. I can't…" He wouldn't be able to stop again, she had to understand that.

"Okay, okay," Beth relented with a husky whisper. She had understanding when she looked at him; she knew it was the exact opposite of what they both wanted.

Perhaps Beth could tell by the tense, aching way he was holding himself. Or maybe because she had felt the same deep need between her own thighs just minutes before. Daryl wasn't sure, all he knew was that her right hand lowered from his arm to his belt while the other dropped quickly to start undoing his buckle. He struggled to breathe as he realized what she was doing.

His voice actually wavered as she pulled at the buttons of his pants, her movements gracing over the top of his erection. "Be-Beth… you can't. I won't be able to control..." He tried to stop her nimble hands but was brushed away. Why the hell was he trying to stop her?

"Shh… I've had mine. If we can't both have what we want at least let me give you this." Beth was so sure, almost demanding as she took hold of his hips and turned him, pushing him until his back was against the wall. "Relax."

As if Daryl could, every part of him was vibrating and focused suddenly to the most sensitive and throbbing area of his body. The one that was being touched at the moment as Beth slid her hands inside his pants and down along him. She measured him with her small hands, skimming along his length and gave him a more pressured squeeze when reaching his base.

Daryl tossed his head back, a deep guttural groan escaping him. He knew he wasn't going to last long; it had been too damn long since anything this good had happened to him. Still, Daryl feared if he looked down to see the passion on her face and her hands touching him that would be it. He would just take hold of Beth and ram into her, damn the consequences. She'd let him too, damn her she'd let him. His hands started to tremble as he curled them into fists while Beth continued to roll her hands up and down, the tempo picking up. Her head pressed against his heaving chest, and Daryl knew she was watching. Beth was getting off on the way his hips were starting to pump in time with her sensuous hand movements. Daryl was practically panting, his breaths coming in bursts, and his heart beating so fast he thought it may rupture.

He was so close, he didn't want to be. Daryl didn't want this to end, but he didn't think he was going to be able to last much longer. Then Beth stopped all movement suddenly and painfully. Her hands left him and pulled at the little fabric still around him, letting the cool air hit his sensitive flesh.

"Beth?" Daryl questioned, shaking and looking down with hooded eyes.

Her body was moving down his at an achingly slow rate as she lowered herself to the ground. Beth was on her knees before him. She looked up at him, and Daryl could barely make out the blue of her eyes in the darkness. Her cheeks were still flushed, perhaps even more so as he could tell she was excited.

"I've never…" Beth started and then looked bashfully away for a moment. "I've always want to… can I?"

Daryl was going to let her do any goddamn thing she wanted to do to him, any goddamn time. He didn't trust his own voice, he wasn't sure he could actually say the words out loud and not cum just at the thought. Daryl nodded slowly and deliberately, letting her know it was okay.

Beth smiled faintly and looked back down. All Daryl could see was a veil of blonde before he felt her take his cock in her hand at his base. It was almost more than he could take again, his whole body vibrating under her delicate touch. Daryl closed his eyes and let his head fall back again, leaning fully against the wall for support. He wasn't sure he could stand anymore, but he needed to for this to happen, and by god, he wasn't going to move a muscle to make this happen.

Torturously slow Daryl felt Beth lower over his erect, throbbing cock. The first tentative touch of her lips was almost too much for him to bear as Beth pressed a kiss to his tip. Daryl had to stop his hips from thrusting forward, slamming into Beth and scaring her. There was no way he wanted to frighten her into stopping if she'd never… Fuck, she'd never done this before. The thought alone was almost as erotic as the feel of her lips descending over him.

Her mouth opened, her heavy breath was hot as it flowed over him. He felt the first tentative tasting of him as Beth brushed her tongue along the edge of his cock. Daryl had to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep from cuming and crying out her name. He was pretty sure he drew blood, but he didn't give a damn. All he cared about was the feeling of her tongue on him as she explored further, dragging the silken sweetness down further on him.

But it was when Beth went back up with no warning, and she took him into the warm recess of her mouth that he couldn't contain himself any longer. "BETH." Her name was pulled from him almost painfully and through gritted teeth. "Fuck."

Beth jerked back and released the pleasure filled suction that had been on him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean – "

"Oh, shit, don't stop," Daryl pleaded, his hands going to her head and gently pressing her back down. She couldn't stop; he might die if she stopped. "Please don't stop."

"You like this?" Beth asked her voice husky as if sensing the power she had over him suddenly. He was at her mercy.

"Fuck yes. Beth…" he replied, begging. Daryl couldn't help it, he needed her to continue.

Daryl laced his fingers in her golden hair, urging her all the way back down. Beth obliged him, her lips slowly spreading over him again, her tongue dancing on the underside of his dick in exquisite form. Leisurely, she took him all in this time, down further than before. She was testing the waters, so carefully and delicately because it was all new to her, but it couldn't have been better for him. If there had been anything more than this tentative teasing, he'd have exploded already. Beth's explorations were dragging out the inevitable, but Daryl definitely would enjoy this while he could. He was almost certain he would die under her sweet torture, not minding one bit.

Beth started to move her head, bobbing up and down in a more deliberate movement. The suction she created with the motion dragged another low groan from Daryl as he tightened his grip on her wild hair. Daryl wanted to pull her up to stop, to slow her down, and at the same time to push her further down. He started to move his hips in rhythm with her motion, a little at first and then more directly, unable to stop. The pleasure of her mouth, the warm pull she had on him was too much. Daryl barely had time to act, to pull her back before he came. Beth yelped a little with surprise as she was dragged aside with one hand while his other grabbed his cock, pumping once before he came, thick ropes of cum exploding from him.

It took him a few hazed moments to recover, breathing heavily and leaning completely against the wall. His legs were shaky and his body not ready to anything in the fog of his orgasm. Beth rose slowly, smoothing out her dress and dusting the dirt from its hem. She eased up his body and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Her hand rested on his chest over his heart; it was beating and pounding so violently still but started to slow at her touch. When he felt like he could, Daryl eased himself back into his pants and brought an arm around her waist, pulling her tight to him.

Just a few hours ago, Daryl had hesitantly taken her into his arms on the dance floor, and now they were here. It was almost too much good too fast for him. Hope loved him. Beth loved him, and by God, he loved the both of them. Beth had said it was just a kiss, eased him into feeling secure, but he knew it was more, just like she had when she had told him she loved him. They were so much more.

They had wasted so much time… No, correction, he had wasted so much of their time together by being a total ass. Daryl wasn't going to continue to do that. Now that he had Beth in his arms, he wasn't ever going to let her go.

Daryl moved his head and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "I love you," he whispered daringly and honestly. It was strange how it didn't scare him like he thought saying those words would. Maybe it was never meant to be a frightening thing to tell someone you loved them, that you cared about them. Maybe that's what it felt like to be loved. Love was so easy to give back once it was given to you.

Beth pulled her head up, just enough to look up at her man with a little smirk on her face. "It was that good, huh?"

Daryl couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, makes me love you even more."

"Good. I love you too, "she replied, snuggling back into him with a content sigh. "Now what?"

Daryl squeezed a hug from her again, relishing in her warm and wonderfulness against him. He swore, given a few more minutes, he was sure he'd have no problem starting up with her again. It was probably a good reason to get them moving and back to the party.

"Now we straighten up and see if we can discretely rejoin the bash still happenin'. Then, maybe another dance or two before I walk you back to your house. Kiss you good night on the porch. A proper one that doesn't end like this…" Daryl could feel her smile against him, perhaps enjoying the memory of what had just happened. "Then I'll ask you when you're free for a night. See if I can't take you on a date."

"Our first," she murmured back.

Daryl nodded, a swell growing in his chest. He was dating Beth Greene. He was one lucky bastard.

Beth rose from him, leaning back against his hold. "Well then, let's get going. I need to go check my appointment book. Let all my other suitors know I'll be booked for the time being," she said, a sassy glint in her eye.

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A/N: Smutty enough? Well, since it's not the exactly, 100% true smut then that means you'll be getting another chapter, right? Hopefully that puts a little glee in someone out there!