House Party

Beth looked up at the house party as she and the rest of the cheerleaders pulled up and parked the car. The party was already in full swing. She smirked and climbed out, heading inside and going straight for the alcohol. It had been a long, stressful week, and she wanted to chill and relax. She looked around at everyone who was there as she sipped on the beer in her cup. It looked like the whole school was there. When she saw him she rolled her eyes. What the hell was Daryl doing here? House parties, or anything involving actually being social weren't really his thing. His eyes locked with hers and she saw the smirk on his lips as he walked over to her, grabbing a beer himself. "Evenin' princess," he greeted, looking at her. "Enjoyin' yourself?"

Beth looked at him. "I was, what are you doing here?" she asked.

He smirked and shrugged looking around at all of the people. "Free beer? Not like me to pass that up." He took a drink and looked at her over the rim of his cup. "You wanna go make out?"

Beth rolled her eyes. "As if." She walked away from him and made her way outside where music was playing and plenty of people were dancing. She made her way into the thrall of people and pulsing bodies, swinging her hips to the beat thumping out of the speakers, her eyes closed, glass in the air. She smirked a little when she felt hands on her waist and a hard body pressed against hers. She rolled her hips, pressing back against his hips.

"You should stop being such a god damn tease," Daryl whispered in her ear. Beth's eyes shot open and she looked at him over her shoulder as he moved against her. He smirked down at her. Beth turned her head back around and smirked. Fine, if he wanted to play, she was game. She let one of her hands run through his hair behind her as she moved her body to the music, rolling her hips, pressing her body back against him, letting him feel every inch of her pressed tightly against him. She heard him groan in her ear. She smirked and chugged her beer, taking another from one of her friends who were passing by. She kept drinking, kept dancing against him. One song ended and another started and she adjusted her movements to fit the beat of the song. Soon, she forgot why she didn't want to dance with him, why she didn't want to make out with him as they pressed together.

Daryl moaned into her mouth, his hands in her hair as she rocked her hips back and forth over his. They were somewhere private, somewhere secluded on the side of the house. He was sitting on a hot tub with her straddling his hips, her legs wrapped around his waist. He wasn't entirely sure how they'd ended up here but he wasn't about to put a stop to it, not when she was moaning into his mouth and rocking her hips against his hard on, her hands running over his chest and into his hair. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer, rocking his hips up against hers. She gasped into his mouth and he slipped his tongue in, running it around her own until she was a needy mess on his lap. He smirked and slowly pulled away. "You wanna get out of here?" he asked. She looked up at him, licked her swollen lips and slowly nodded her head. Daryl smirked and helped her down, taking her hand and leading her over to his bike. Beth Greene might be the cheerleader captain, but she was going to be the death of him.