Beth had been kissed before. But – to put it in the most cliché way possible – she'd never been kissed like that before. Daryl kissing her wasn't like a kiss on the playground in grade school; and it sure as hell wasn't like the kisses her high school boyfriend, Jimmy, planted on her. No, it was her first real kiss; and it made her legs shake, and every cell in her body speed up and bounce around. It was a kiss that she never wanted to end. However, when that kiss did end, another began; and another after that, and another after that. Then, before she knew it, she'd lost count.
Her head was bubbling with so many emotions, she was surprised she could even function. But it was like she was on autopilot with him. Beth felt Daryl's hand release her wrist and glide its way down to her waist to join the other and she moved along with him; allowing herself to bring her hands up from his chest to around his neck. At first, she wrapped her arms around him to keep herself standing. But, as Beth became more confident, and caught up in the moment, she felt her hands moving through his hair.
As they kept going, the kisses got deeper their breathing became heavier each time they broke apart. It was messy; their teeth bumped into each other and she could feel him nipping at her lower lip. His thumbs pressed down on her hips, creating tension on it, and then suddenly, they were really moving as a unit, until Beth felt her back being pressed up against the wall. For a few seconds, he allowed her to catch her breath, his lips pressing against her collar bones and the crook of her neck wandering upward until they were back on hers.
Beth trembled as his hands travelled all over her body, mapping out every inch she would allow. When his hand got to the bottomed of her uniform skirt, Daryl slowed himself down, breaking their kiss for the longest period yet. He looked Beth directly in the eye. She looked back into his ice like eyes and felt his fingers tug gently at the hem. The only thing she could do was nod.
Daryl still didn't do anything and - for a split second - she could see him thinking about backing away. But, she didn't want that. She didn't want him any further than he was in that very moment. Beth nodded again, then was her turn to seize his wrist, and bring it up and under her skirt; and soon his fire was back.
In seconds her underwear was pushed to the side and she could feel his fingers gliding around her. He was gently, at first, and then he moved faster and started adding more pressure. Beth couldn't help it, as the pressure increased, her fingernails dug deep into Daryl shoulders. She tried to cover her mouth with one of her hands when she let out a moan, but Daryl pulled it away.
He spoke to her suddenly, in a gruff voice. "We're in the woods, you can be as loud as you want."
As he finished his sentence, Daryl slipped one finger inside her. Beth moaned again as the second one entered. Daryl leaned in closer, and she could feel his breath on her neck and ear. Beth wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails in once more. Her toes were curling, almost causing her to fall to the floor.
Which, apparently, he sensed, because suddenly Daryl's hands were at Beth's thighs, lifting her up until they both got enough leverage for her to wrap her legs around his waist. He had no problem keeping her up, and Beth has no problem staying there as he pressed his lips against hers again. For a moment, she thought there wasn't any other way to be that close to another human being. But she was smart enough to know better; and smart enough to want better.
Daryl peeled Beth off the wall and began walking carefully to his room, all while she was still hooked to him. Her chest was pressed right against his and Beth couldn't tell whose heart was beating faster. Beth felt Daryl lean down, and without notice, they were parted. But it was only for a moment as Daryl waited a beat, then pulled off his shirt.
She, of course, knew about the scarring. Sometimes she saw them as he changed out of his work clothing quickly, without realizing she was home. Beth had never said anything though, and didn't know if he was comfortable speaking about them. But in that moment, he was comfortable enough and that wass all that mattered.
Which made her comfortable enough to fiddle with the zipper of her uniform, until it was all the way down. Beth stood up after that and didn't take her eyes off Daryl until both her arms were out of the sleeves and the uniform fell into a soon to be forgotten pile around her ankles. She then moved closer to Daryl and let her eyes travel down his body and towards his belt. Beth lifted her hands onto the leather.
That's when she noticed they were shaking.
She left her stomach drop as her mind finally caught up to her body. She was way out of her league and completely unprepared for that moment. It was like a sermon was firing off in her head. But she didn't understand how two people wanting each other could be so wrong; and she wanted to go too far. Without stopping. So, she continued to let her shaking hands fumble with the belt.
When Beth, finally, got the belt undone, Daryl placed his hands on hers. Beth froze, she didn't know if she could look at him. "Beth," Daryl started. "We don't have to do this."
Beth furrowed her brow. "I want to...its just...you have to know that I don't know what I'm doing."
"I know..."
"Maybe...we could just go slow...?" Beth asked, still training her eyes away from him.
Daryl brought his hand to her chin and lifted her face to him. His eyes had become less like ice. "We can go as slow as you want, or not at all."
"Okay..." Beth smiled slightly right before Daryl ever-so-lightly pressed his lips to hers.
It was it that moment that the raw heat of want between them parted; and they were left with a warmth of...something more. Their primal instincts were still there, but everything was at a much more even pace.
Daryl unhooked her bra straps and Beth slipped it off. He guided her hands carefully toward his jeans and help her as she undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. As he stepped out of them he brought her closer, so she could feel him against her with only the thin veil of their underwear separating them.
"Lay down," Daryl whispered to her.
Beth carefully backed up, until the was perching on the side of the bed again. Carefully she laid herself on the bed and Daryl climbed on top of her, making sure not to bear too much weight on her.
Again, he lightly kissed her lips, then her jaw and then her neck. From her neck, he travelled from one collarbone to the other and made a trail down to her nipple. Which he then lightly pinched with his teeth and he could feel her back arch slightly. When her tried to move, he could feel Beth's grip tighten on him and he took a few more moments until her back was arched even higher.
From there he grazed her stomach, pulled down the front of her underwear slightly to kiss her hip bones. Then slowly he peeled them completely off and tugged her a little closer to the edge of the bed so she could wrap her legs around his neck and shoulders. Beth's hands found her way to his hair again.
"Oh, my god." Beth breathed in as his tongue touched her ever so gently.
Daryl laughed. "I don't think he has anything to do with this."
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