My sister is still here so I have started drinking (I'm part French I can handle it) so I don't fight with her…so if my writing suddenly goes you know why. =.= ….aggravating times…hope you enjoy!
Daryl pulled Beth across to his side as soon as he flicked the engine off. Her lips met his no less readily, struggling to undo her belt and climb across to straddle him between his chest and the wheel. Her arms wrapped around started nipping at his lips. The small growl made her respond gently with little mewls- the ones that drove him 'bat shit crazy, woman'.
The teenage actions of making out in a car only fed into the dirty thoughts that currently fed into Daryl's head. He gripped her tightly totally not caring about hurting her or stopping her breathing because it was so necessary. The endless stress poured out fervently, his hands clawing at her little back, but the red scratched only made her moan louder. Growing increasingly frustrated Daryl rocked against her, eventually giving up to fling the door wide open and help her untangle herself from his lap to land gracelessly on the pavement. Once again he grabbed her hand, tugging her breathlessly up the steps to his apartment only half sure he had locked the truck let alone shut the door.
He pushed her roughly to his bed, pulling her top up and off to reveal a twinned grin. Making another gruff noise he leant down nipping gently as she wiggled under him. He pulled off her jeans and knickers in one, doubling back for her small cotton bra. The mood wasn't right for a long romantic night, it was time to be feral. Knowing this, Beth arched her back, stretching out deliciously on his bed in all her naked glory. Catching both her ankles, the phone started blaring loudly.
He swore. He swore loudly. Muttering loudly and shouting down the hallway. From Beth's position on the bed she could hear his small grunts of response and a few 'yeahs', so she closed her eyes, enjoying the crisp feel of cold sheets against her back and thighs. Daryl came in raving about Carol being sick with some sort of flu, she asked him if he could take Sophia if it didn't settle down in the next few days. He rubbed the back of his neck and sat down.
After listening to the story Beth, nodded and rubbed his back as he perched on the edge of the bed. She playfully bit his ear, ready to go back to the earlier attentions he had been getting. But he arched away instead, standing up and leaving her confused on the bed.
''Sorry-I'm sorry,'' he looked at her pouting face, ''Carol sounded….mucusy…I just it's in my head.''
''So you won't sleep with me because you're thinking of mucus?'' Beth looked incredulously at his face, quirking an eyebrow at him and folding her arms defiantly.
''Yeah-'' Daryl mumbled, shuffling from foot to foot slowly.
''I'm naked,'' her voice was blunt, a little hand flickering to gesture her nakedness.
''You are.'' He looked her in the eyes shyly, hiding behind his hair still.
''And you're thinking of mucus?'' The last question was asked and answered with a deft nod in her direction. She made a frustrated strangled noise, by rolling over to her stomach and releasing her slight groan into the white pillow.
After composing herself she got up, pulling his hardly used dressing gown on. It swamped her in large blue pinstripes and the smell of Daryl Dixon. Her hair was down, and the edge of his robe was practically on the floor. She left the room, making his follow her like a lost little sheep dog.
Stopping in the kitchen she pulled out spaghetti and some tins, before rummaging in his fridge. Beth cooking was something he had been spoilt to, and other than the sex and her face and her company and her prettiness and her compassion- it might be his favourite thing about her. The first ready meal after the broke up would certainly taste worse than they had in the past. He was going to die of obesity from her left overs or starvation because she left him and nothing tasted as good anymore.
It seemed weird to see Beth so at home here. His mind flashed back to seeing her for the first time fumbling around to find thing to make pancakes, how Carol had come in and she had seen potential in a girl he had only let sleep over because he wanted her to be safe. How indifferent he was then, but intrigued always intrigued. Still, no part of Daryl all those weeks ago would have foreseen her being part of his life- what's more for him to have decided he wanted her around.
She sang as she cooked, he liked that. It made everything seem like he were inside some stupid-ass 60's sitcom where nothing at all could go wrong. She was a gentle force, like the waves. Earlier her tempests had pulled his from safety, defended him from the biggest fear in Daryl's life. She had seen the dark side of him, what he could be- and she hadn't left. She didn't leave, and what's more Beth fought ceaselessly to save him form his own dark clouds. And the suddenly she was calm, singing and lulling him gently to sleep like a sailor too many months from the last time on the salty sea.
They ate bolognaise on his sofa, fighting over answers to some crappy quiz show. She laughed at all the lame jokes and puns, smiling widely and winding up laying with her feet in his lap. He massaged them lightly, kneading the tensions from her feet absentmindedly. Watching her lay there, laughing to herself over the TV, Daryl was quite positively lost. Her fair hair spread across the armrest and lightly across her shoulder, really it was a sin for her to ever put it up.
As if reading his thoughts were further away from human bodily slime, she let a small moan at a particularly hard squeeze on her foot. He slowed looking up at her with darkening eyes, his hands carefully went back to squeezing her feet, but his gaze remained fixed on hers. Eventually he lifted her small foot and kissed her ankle softly, raising the other to do exactly the same to the other one.
Then he shifted moving to his side, her feet hanging loosely on each side of his hips. He bent down, kissing down her calves with heart-breaking amounts of care. She kept her lazy gaze on him, letting him move the thick towelled material out of his way as he kissed the light exposed skin. He was slow, tenuous in his own need for her, but implementing it anyway. Just after mid-thigh he stopped, leaning up to slip the belt off her tiny waist, pulling it off where it wrapped twice around her small frame.
She shrugged off the material, moving up so he could push it to the ground with a small thump. Going back to kissing up from her naval to her neck, and then up both arms languorously, he smiled at her. When he got to her neck he buried his nose in the blonde mess, nuzzling the comforting smell of something floral meeting something distinctively fruity. He called the smell Beth, the same way Daryl had become the rugged fragrance of woods, spice and a hint of the petrol oil smell that clung to him from work.
She pushed him up, pulling her legs up underneath her so she could kiss him softly on his lips. They kept there, slow and paced evenly as if they had the whole world's endless time for this. Gradually tentative steps were taken, her lips stung but the charming torture was over when his tongue met hers. She pushed back a bit more aggressively, but he could take it, matching her movements with roaming his hands idly over everywhere she needed it.
Beth swung a leg over him, biting and sucking his neck with an awful precision of euphoria. He didn't think he could answer the simplest of questions right now, and then her hands trailed down his chest. He heard the noise of her playing with his belt buckle, felt it squeeze as she expertly used those nimble fingers to undo it. Her lips didn't even falter for a second.
His mobile blared and vibrated in his pocket. Moaning loudly, he removed her hands from where they still held his unbuckled belt, pulling the device form his pocket. He wanted to throw it across the room, watch it smash into a billion tiny pieces against the wall and go back to his ravaging. Her face was one of the same thoughts. But upon looking at the small screen he sighed, opened up the call. He listened for a moment, then gently pushed Beth off of him for the final time that evening. Her compliant body curling up in the warm spot he left as he paced the room hearing the other voice on the line.
He sighed putting his phone down, walking back into the room with that serious look on his face, and Beth knew that there was no way she was getting satisfaction for her needs tonight. The only thing that made her feel better was the look on his face that told her he was as frustrated as she was right now.
''Carol again?'' Beth was on his sofa, once again bone naked and sipping her glass of water with inquisitive eyes. Her voice was authoritative and grown up, far too sensible for a nearly-fucked-twice woman on a late evening. But he only shook his head, walking out the room to grab clothes and throw them at her. He went to find his car keys, talking over his shoulder.
''No…Rick-'' his voice wavered, already pulling his boots on and gesturing for her to get dressed. As she pulled on some clothes and awkwardly shuffled out the door he spoke to her. He flicked out the light, locking the door and jogged down the stairs to where she was waiting already by his truck. He bleeped it and she got in, no time wasted between the call and moving because Rick's tone told Daryl not to, and Daryl's voice told Beth not to.
''So let me get this right, we're going to a police man's house to break up a domestic dispute?'' Beth clicked the seatbelt in place, pulled down the mirror and started scraping her back into a more respectable looking bun. The jeans and his shirt weren't going to fool anyone into hiding their activities, but it was a lot less in your face than her other attire (or lack off).
''Yeah-'' he shrugged, roaring the engine to life, ''it's a first for me too, come on Sergeant Greene.''
This turned out steamier than I had planned…phew…Review to tell me your thoughts on that… xxxx