You asked for smut, you received it.

It's not exactly the longest chapter I've ever written but I did type it all on my phone which was SO annoying. And it's pretty much all smut which made me blush the whole way through. So yeah... Enjoy!


"Leave it on."

Beth didn't get the opportunity to respond because Daryl's mouth was on hers quicker than she could blink. Her breath was caught in the back of her throat but she quickly relaxed back into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Daryl's hands trailing all over her body. She mimicked his movements as his tongue begged entrance to her mouth, allowing her hands to roam over the silky material of his shirt. Beth tugged at his blazer and he reluctantly moved his hands from where they were gripping tightly at her waist and helped her remove it, discarding it to the floor quickly and placing his mouth back on hers as soon as it hit the ground.

Daryl's hands were wrapping around her again, but this time they went to the back of her dress and tugged at the zipper. He pulled the zipper down excruciatingly slowly and Beth groaned happily into his mouth once he had finished with it. Daryl tugged the material down in a much gentler way than he had done with his blazer, holding the bottom of the sleeves as she tugged her arms out and then peeling the rest of it down her waist and over her legs. Daryl seemed a little unsure of what to do with it as he rolled it down to her feet and Beth just smirked up at him before kicking the rest of it off, allowing it to fall onto the floor on top of his blazer.

He smirked back at her and then his mouth was on her neck, moaning against her as his fingers trailed over her white lace bra. Beth usually strayed away from 'sexy' lingerie - more than anything, it was kind of intimidating, but Maggie had practically forced her into buying the matching lace bra and panties. Her sister had informed her that she desperately needed some suspenders to match, too; but that had been where Beth drew the line. She was comfortable in her own skin but she felt as though that was just all too much.

Besides, Daryl didn't seem to mind that she wasn't wearing suspenders. Actually, he seemed more than perfectly content as his mouth trailed down her neck and towards her cleavage, placing open mouth kisses against her skin that made her wetter by the second. Daryl tugged at the top of her bra, not removing it completely but instead pulling it down enough so that her nipples were exposed. Beth gasped at the cool air as it hit her in the sensitive area and she gasped again as Daryl's lips latched on to her.

Beth pushed her chest further into him as his tongue and his teeth worked against her and she was certain that if he kept this up then she would definitely come from the sensation alone. She wasn't sure what it was that made her remember her lack of clothing compared to his fully-dressed state, but when she did she wrapped her fingers into his hair and tugged his head upwards.

Daryl was kissing her again before she could move and their mouths quickly began to fight a battle that neither would win. One of Beth's hands made it's way up to his shirt and she yanked at the tie, pulling it undone and throwing it on the floor with the other items of clothing, and then she began to tug at his buttons. They were easy enough to pop open and Beth was glad because she usually struggled with those damned things. Her free hand crept downwards towards his pants and then she was rubbing her hand against his bulge and Daryl groaned into her mouth at the feeling.

Beth couldn't help but smirk.

It always felt like an accomplishment whenever she got one of those noises from him. In their day-to-day lives he was much quieter than her and he was in the bedroom, too; but sometimes his grunts would turn into groans and long moans and breathy curse words and Beth wasn't sure whether anything ever felt better than hearing those sounds. Especially when she knew they were because of her.

Soon, Daryl's shirt and pants were on the floor with the rest of their clothing and it was just their underwear that lay between them. He was kissing up her thighs and around her stomach and basically everywhere and anywhere that wasn't her sweet spot. Beth whimpered in frustration and the feel of him smirking against her only seemed to make her desire stronger.

He didn't remove her underwear but instead tugged the center lining to the side so that he had easy access to her. Daryl had been teasing her for what had felt like forever and Beth had expected the torture to continue on, but he surprised her by immediately placing his tongue onto her clit and flicking away at it.

Beth's toes were curling and her hands gripped at Daryl's hair as his mouth worked against her in the most wonderful way. Beth moaned as his big fingers slipped inside of her and she shrieked as he sucked onto her clit, the pressure feeling as though it was almost too much. Her legs were quivering when he grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and flipped the two of them over so that she was straddling his face.

Had he initiated their antics in this way, Beth probably would have been more shy and self-conscious, but she was too far gone to care about anything like that anymore. She had been waxed and prodded and bathed in a deliciously scented bath the night before so that she was ready for her big day and that knowledge alone was enough for her not to care. Daryl seemed to be enjoying himself and he grabbed roughly at her cheeks as she ground herself down against his face, gasping and panting as her orgasm grew closer.

When she came, she came hard. Daryl didn't stop flicking at her bud with his tongue until she was practically crying on top of him, the sensation far too much for her to be able to deal with. Daryl placed one last gentle kiss to her (and that really did make her blush) before he pulled himself from underneath her.

Daryl's back was resting against the bed frame and as much as she wanted to return the favour that he had just done for her, she wasn't sure that she would be able to last that long without him inside of her.

So Beth reached behind her and tugged at his boxers so that he sprang free and then her hand wrapped round the length of him. Daryl hissed at the contact and groaned loudly as she began to move her hand up and down, biting her lip as she watched his face flicker through many different expressions - all of pleasure.

He was clearly feeling as impatient as her because it wasn't long before he was mumbling something incoherent and then he was grabbing at her hips and practically shoving her on top of him. They both moaned loudly as she slipped onto him and then she began to rock against him, one of his hands resting on her hip whilst the other grabbed at her ass.

They remained in that position and it didn't take long until the telltale signs of him approaching orgasm began to appear. Daryl's breathing was unsteady and now both of his hands were on her hips as he met her trusts with enthusiasm and fast pace. Beth was practically bouncing on top of him, her hair flying wildly around them both.

Her own hands were preoccupied; one of them buried in his hair, the other wrapped around his neck.

Like her, when Daryl came, he came hard and deep inside of her. His eyes shot open as he unloaded himself within her and Beth watched him as he filled her. Daryl's body was trembling by the time that he had finished and he looked thoroighly exhausted, some of his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. She dreaded to think about how awful her own must look now, but those thoughts were quickly shoved to the side when Daryl's hands moved from her waist to her jaw.

Beth looked into his deep blue eyes for a moment as the pair of them caught their breath, and she couldn't help but let out a breathless little laugh. He responded with a smile and a half-laugh of his own before he was leaning in to her and kissing her. This time their kiss was still full of passion but nowhere near as much desperation.

She let out a sigh of content as he slid his body down the headboard so that his back was against the mattress and his head was against the pillow. Beth smiled down at him from where she was still straddled above him. Daryl reached his hand behind her head and nudged her down to him, allowing her to rest her head on top of his chest.

It felt as though there was so much that she wanted to say to him - her husband - but she didn't. She suddenly realised just how tired she was and she could tell that Daryl was exhausted, too. She tilted her head upwards so that she could get a glimpse of him and smiled warmly at him.

Beth decided that words could wait until tomorrow. Instead, she decided to tell him the one thing that she always did before she went to sleep every night, thinking that the day had been more than perfect from start to finish.

"I love you, Daryl," she said.

"Love you too, Beth."


Thanks for reading and please review! I think the next chapter will be the last one. What would you like to see me wrap it up with? Let me know!