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Let's see, ah yes, he asked her! Now what?

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The other operators were clapping and calling out, "Congratulations!" and "Good luck!" as he grabbed her hand and she grabbed her purse and they hurried toward the exit.

When they reached the lobby someone was waiting for them. Or at least for Daryl. The sheriff, having been called by the receptionist, had just arrived on the scene.

Rick's trained eye had the situation assessed immediately, but he played his role to appease the cranky woman. He did his duty and put on his sternest law enforcement look as he admonished Daryl, "You can't be storming into a private place of business and making demands. I think you'd better come with me right now."

Daryl, still holding Beth's hand played along too, "Yessir." He even glanced over at the receptionist and said, "sorry ma'am."

Then the woman called after them, "Beth Greene if you leave this building with that man you'll be fired!"

Daryl looked back at the woman and shrugged, "Don't matter, she quit."

As soon as the they exited the building Rick asked like he didn't know, "So, where are you two headed?"

That's when it seemed to dawn on Daryl exactly what he'd done, but instead of his old way of doubting he seemed happy, "On our way ta the courthouse ta the see the judge."

Rick grinned and nodded as he said, "Sounds like a good way to start the weekend. Follow me, maybe I can put in a good word for you."

The sheriff didn't turn on the squad car's siren, but he did have his lights flashing as he began to lead them down Main Street to the courthouse.

They'd barely pulled away from the curb when Beth suddenly realized, "Daryl, you look so nice and here I am in some old hand-me-down dress."

He smiled as he glanced over at her, "Well ya look real pretty ta me." Then he gave her hand a squeeze and explained, "Don't worry, Maggie's takin' care of it. She said she had the perfect dress for ya, she's meetin' us there."

That sounded promising, but she still had questions, "What about Mick?"

"Mick will be there too, and Merle and Karen and Maggie and Abraham. They'll all be there waitin'."

That's when the old doubt crept back in for a moment. His voice took on an anxious tone when he asked, "Are ya sure about this Beth? It's up ta you."

She didn't hesitate, she lay her hand on his thigh and said, "It's up to both of us, and I'm very sure. It's just what I've prayed would happen." Then she softly laughed while admitting, "I never expected it to happen quite like this, with you storming in the phone company and spiriting me away." She giggled and added, "That was much better than anything I could ever have imagined."

His face was a little red and she thought hers might be too, but she squeezed his thigh again and told him, "I would have never expected anything like this from you Daryl Dixon," then lay her head against his arm and said, "I loved it. I felt proud to have such a good and handsome man propose to me and right in front of my friends."

He felt his face redden; he couldn't believe he'd done it either, but what she said made him even happier he'd done what he did. She was proud. It didn't seem possible she would be, but he was done questioning her feelings.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, he felt his heart start beating faster when she burrowed closer and spoke the same words to him she'd said in his dream, "I want you. I want Mick. That's everything I'm ever gonna want and everything I'm ever gonna need."

Unlike what he'd said in the dream, this time he was honest, "I was so sure I didn't deserve ya, I damn near talked myself outta even tryin'. Sumthin' happened though an I knew. You n me and Mick together, being a real family, that's all that matters to me."

The sheriff lead the way as they walked in the side door of the big courthouse building. The first order of business was to get their license. They followed Rick to Karen's office and as soon as they'd said their "hellos," she took charge.

The clerk was a friend of hers and although the woman stopped everything to prepare the document, she also told them, "I don't think the judge is going to be here much longer today. He said he was leaving early, something about fishing."

Both Daryl and Beth's faces fell, until the sheriff stepped in again, "I'll go have a fast chat with him. He owes me favor or two."

Just as their marriage license was officially issued, Rick was back with good news. The judge would stick around to do the honors. They breathed a sigh of relief and let the sheriff lead them to their family. When she saw the waiting group Beth was happy, excited but also a little embarrassed. She wasn't used to being the center of attention, or being fussed over. As usual her sister had ideas of her own for Beth.

Maggie held a garment bag in one hand and a small suitcase in the other and in a no-nonsense tone, accompanied by a big happy smile, she told her sister, "Come on Bethie, we'll go to the powder room and get you ready."

Rick insisted, "Please, use my office, you'll have a little more room and a lot more privacy."

Beth smiled and said thank you, but before she went anywhere with anyone there was someone very special she needed to speak to.

Mick was holding her Uncle Merle's hand and wearing the first dress Beth made her, along with her brand new shoes and ruffled socks.

She was sure it had to be Maggie who'd done the little girl's hair and it looked so sweet with a flower woven in her braid. Beth dropped to her knees, hugged the little girl, then set her hands on Mick's and said, "Michele Marie you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I'm so happy you're here with me today."

The little girl was grinning from ear to ear, "Me too Beth n guess what?"

"I just can't imagine, what Mick?"

"You're gonna be my Mama. Aunt Maggie said ya are and she said she's always right about everythin'."

Before anyone else could comment Abraham loudly agreed, "Yep, if Hurricane said it you can take it to the bank. She's never been wrong about nuthin'. If ya don't believe me, just ask her."

Maggie didn't have time for nonsense, she just looked at him and said, "If you know what's good for you Abraham Ford, you'll remember that."

The rest of the group was trying not to laugh as Maggie and Beth turned to follow Rick. But before she could walk away Daryl took Beth's hand, smiled and said, "Don't be long Darlin'."

She smiled shyly as she promised, "I won't be."

Rick looked at the group and said, "We're gonna have to hurry it along a little, seems the judge needs to get to fishin'. We'll meet y'all in his chambers in 25 minutes."

As soon as the sisters were tucked away in the privacy of Rick's office Maggie held up the garment bag and slid the zipper down. Beth's hand went to her mouth as she gasped, "Maggie. I had no idea you had that."

"That's because you think you're the only soft-hearted sentimentalist in the family. Not so. C'mon now, let's get you in it. We haven't got much time and there's still hair and make up to do."

It was the very simple wedding dress her mother had worn many years before when she and Beth's Daddy married. It was plain white cotton with a soft drape and tiny buttons down the back. A little cotton ruffle adorned the neckline and that was as fancy as it got.

"Maggie, oh my goodness, Maggie. This makes everything even more special."

Big sister was in taking-care-of-business mode, "Daryl didn't give me enough time to do alterations. Brother, when that man of yours makes a decision it's made. He's worse than me! Anyway, I've got my sewing kit and plenty of safety pins and you're going to look beautiful."

Beth said again, "Thank you Maggie."

Maggie teased, "You just be careful with it, don't let Daryl tear it off you. I plan to be wearing it in the next month or so…if Abraham knows what's good for him."

Beth was embarrassed but she giggled when she said, "I have a pretty good feeling he knows exactly what's good for him."

They talked and laughed as Maggie did her best to fit the dress, and she managed to make it work perfectly. She helped Beth with make-up and did her sister's hair in a beautiful rolled braid that she decorated with baby roses. Beth smiled happily, "Gosh Maggie, all this reminds me of when we used to play dress-up."

Maggie was serious when she wondered out loud, "Yeah, why did we stop doing that?"

"Because one day you said it was for babies and you were too grown up."

Maggie frowned, "Well I must have made one of my very rare mistakes, anyway, maybe now that you won't be working we can play dress up with Mick."

Then Maggie got serious again, giving Beth a little talk about men and women and what sorts of things may happen later that evening. Although Beth was red-faced, she was glad her sister explained the things she did.

Karen knocked softly on Rick's office door and presented Beth and Maggie each with a small bouquet of pink roses. Beth was surprised and thrilled when the woman smiled and said, "Just a little something I picked up from the florist down the block."

The bride-to-be was happy but nervous, she felt like her tummy was doing little flips and she worried she might faint at any moment. She was extra grateful to have Rick's arm to hang onto as they walked down the hall to the judge's chambers.

Her family was there waiting but her eyes were only on Daryl's, and his on hers. Then Mick ran to her, "Ya look beautiful Beth, and lookie! I got flowers just like yours!"

Beth tore her eyes away from Daryl's long enough to bend, cup the child's chin and say, "We're having such a special day, aren't we Mick?" She kissed the little girl and asked, "Shall we have this ceremony so I can be your Mama?"

"Yes, please."

She kissed Mick's cheek again and whispered, "I'm so lucky."

Maggie stood to Beth's right, Merle stood to Daryl's left and Mick proudly stood in the middle between her Daddy and her new Mama.

The judge had other places he wanted to be so he didn't add any extra pomp to the service, that suited Daryl just fine. All he cared about was marrying Beth. Still he knew it was a big deal for his bride and he did what he could, he kept smiling at her.

Then the judge asked him, "Is there a ring?"

Oh shit, the ring. His mind had been spinning so fast Daryl had forgotten to take care of the ring. He looked apologetic when he said to the judge, "Um yeah, sir, um…just a sec…gotta get it out. He dug into the pocket of his new suit jacket and pulled out a small bag that was crumpled tightly around a little box.

The group was smiling, even the bride, as they watched him clumsily open the bag and pull out the little box. His hands were shaking as he flipped open the lid and they all gasped as the ring flew across the room.

Everyone except Mick. The little girl was already on the floor, "Don't worry Daddy, I'll find it. I'm real good at crawlin' around an findin' stuff. You'll see I am."

Sure enough the ring had rolled under the judge's desk and Mick had it in a hurry. She was confused as she stood with it clutched in her little hand and asked the judge, "Now who gets it?"

Even he was smiling at that point, "Why don't you give it back to your Daddy and we'll see if he can't hold onto it this time. At least long enough to put it on your Mama's finger."

As Mick handed it to him, she loudly whispered, "Be more careful'er this time Daddy."

Between Daryl's shaking hand and Beth's shaking hand it wasn't easy, but finally the ring was on the bride's finger and the judge pronounced them man and wife, smiled at the groom and said, "You may kiss your bride."

Daryl didn't seem to have any trouble with that part of the ceremony, it was what he'd waited to do. He gently held her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, while Mick wrapped her little arms around their legs and held them tight.

Abraham had his Hawkeye Brownie Camera at the ready and when the bulb popped, he knew he'd successfully captured the moment on film.

The newlyweds looked down at their smiling daughter and Daryl lifted the little girl into his arms. The family hugged and kissed while the small group clapped and cheered. Even the judge was beaming.

The Newlyweds were a bit overwhelmed but most of all they were happy, Mick was happy and the whole group was ready to celebrate.

They made their way to Daryl and Beth's home where Merle had stocked up on beverages for the celebration, including a pint bottle of chocolate milk for Mick. Maggie had two pans of chicken casserole ready to pop in the oven and a fruit salad to go with it.

There'd been no time to bake but Abraham had done the next best thing. He stopped at the bakery and bought dinner rolls for the meal and a beautiful white cake for dessert. He even slipped the clerk an extra five bucks to put a bride and groom topper on the cake.

Although Beth was no drinker, she was ready to celebrate and try a little something. Merle popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and everyone smiled as they watched the newlyweds clink glasses, while Abraham took another photograph.

Daryl thought a little alcohol might be just what his nerves needed. He swallowed his down in one gulp.

Beth took a small sip, did her best to swallow it and handed the glass to her husband. He gladly finished it for her, but that was the last drink he'd be having. It was his wedding day and he had something besides getting drunk on his mind.

The group sat around the small living room with plates in their laps as they shared the celebration meal. Afterward the newlyweds stood together and made the first cut in the cake, but they were both having a tough time with nerves and Karen took over for them. She whispered to Beth, "You can do this for me at my wedding."

Beth smiled and whispered back, "I'll do more than that. I'll even make the cake."

Maggie complimented the groom, "Daryl I never saw anyone put a party together so fast."

"Pfft. No way I coulda pulled all this off. I think you were the steamroller."

Maggie corrected him, "No, I think you managed to get the ball rolling so thanks to you, I'm sure we're about to have a couple more weddings in the family."

In the family. His family. It sounded good to him.

They'd just assumed Mick would be staying home with them, but Merle scoffed. "Ya kiddin' me? She's got much better things ta do than hang around with a couple old married folk. I got her a bag packed and she's spendin' the weekend with her Uncle Merle. We got big plans."

Daryl raised an eyebrow and asked, "What kinda big plans?"

"Don't get jealous now kid, but we're gonna see a matinee tomorrow afternoon. Heckle n Jeckle, Tom n Jerry, they're all gonna be there. We'll be cookin' hot dogs for dinner, gonna make popcorn and play a hand or two of Go Fish. Sunday mornin' we're havin' our breakfast out, then we're goin' fishin'." He clapped his brother on the back and said, "Don't bother callin' us, we'll be busy."

Daryl looked at his little girl, "Is that what ya want Mick?"

"Yeah cuz Uncle Merle says you n Mama need ta be alone so y'all can kiss a lot."

It took everything Merle had in him not to laugh at the look on his brother and sister in law's faces. He cradled the back of the Mick's head and told her, "C'mon Michele Marie, let's go have some fun." Then he called to Karen who was in the kitchen helping with the dishes, "Hey Honey, ya ready ta go?"

"Yes Dear."

Now Daryl clapped his brother's back and said, "The two of ya already sound like old married folk."

Maggie was the last to leave them but before she did she said, "I have one more thing, let me get it out of the car."

Abraham insisted, "No now Hurricane, ya done enough. I'll get that."

He came back in carrying a small suitcase. Maggie took it from him and handed it to her sister, "This ought to get you through the weekend. Next week we can worry about getting your things moved over."

The door closed and the newlyweds were alone. Neither of them seemed quite sure what to do next. Daryl turned, slipped off his shoes and hung his new jacket and tie on the coat rack by the door.

Beth felt so uneasy and finally thought to say, "I should put this case in the bedroom."

He took it from her, said, "Nah, I'll carry it," and then he took her hand.

She felt her tummy do a little flip as he led her down the hall to his bedroom. Their bedroom. As soon as he set the case down and made a move toward her she quickly said, "I'd better go take a bath."

He waited until she'd turned her back, then his hands were on her shoulders. She froze as he bent and began tenderly kissing the curve of her neck. The warm feeling of both his lips and his soft scruff of facial hair on her skin sent a shiver through her, but not nearly as powerful a shiver as when he slowly ran his tongue from her shoulder to her ear and whispered, "Ya don't need a bath, ya smell sweet and ya taste even sweeter."

She could barely whisper, "Oh," and she'd already lost all interest in bathing.

He hadn't stopped anyway. He was busy kissing the nape of her neck, sucking softly on her shoulder and her earlobes, all while his fingers slowly loosened the buttons of her dress. When he'd reached a spot just below her waist he slipped his hands inside the dress, bringing them around to rest in a spot just below her tummy. All the while he nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck while making soft "mmm" noises.

She could feel the sensation of her nipples going hard and the wetness in her panties, just before he gently pushed back on the spot where his hands lay. He pressed himself closer to her bottom and she knew what the hardness she felt meant. He was as excited as her.

She was a little afraid but not of him. She knew Daryl would never hurt her. She was simply fearful of the unknown and anxious that her lack of experience may turn out to be a disappointment to her husband.

He felt her body fill with tension and knew something was wrong, he asked, "Ya alright Darlin'?"

"Just nervous."

He nuzzled into her neck again and admitted, "Yeah, me too."

She found it hard to believe, "But you already know what you're doing."

His laughter was so soft it was almost imperceptible, "Yeah, well I ain't no Don Juan. I was never…I never…and I ain't done...it's been a long time."

He began to carefully remove the pins that held her hair in place, while trying to assure her, "It's like everythin' we're ever gonna do Beth, we're gonna figure it out together. All I know is I wanna make ya happy."

She was glad her back was to him, certain she would never be able to say the words to his face, "What if I don't make you happy?"

Again he softly laughed, "I'm already happy, it's our weddin' night." He was softly kissing her neck as he continued, "Relax Darlin'. I'm the one who does the worryin' in this family."

As he spoke the words he pulled the last pin from her hair and the braid came tumbling down. He smiled as he ran his fingers through it loosening the hair. "I never had no desire ta play with anyone's hair, not til I married a woman with such beautiful blonde curls."

He set his hands on her shoulders again and guided her around until she faced him. He smiled as he stood looking in her eyes and then began kissing her deeply. The pads of his fingers tenderly teased her cheeks and then softly trailed along her neck, just before they slipped inside her dress. He never stopped kissing her as his hands slowly made their way across her shoulders, coaxing the garment to slide off. He stepped back and carefully pulled the dress down, just as far as her narrow waist.

Her slip was white and delicate looking. Silk he thought. The straps seemed so thin, but then the fabric was thin too. He could almost see through it. He could see enough to know she wasn't wearing a bra; the garment was intended to take the place of that. He liked the way he could see the outline of her firm little nipples. That told him she was feeling a need for more, the same as him.

His arms circled her waist and he pulled her close as he whispered his promise in her ear, "I love ya Beth Dixon. I'ma love ya forever."

His words calmed her and she whispered back, "I'm going to love you forever too Mister Dixon."

On her words he finished what he'd started. He knew she was tense, but she didn't protest when he removed her shoes and then her dress.

She looked in his eyes and she thought she saw the shyness there as he began to unbutton his own shirt.

She was timid but she wanted him to know that what was happening between them was something she wanted as much as he did. She reached up and clutched his hands and he instantly stopped what he was doing when she smiled again and whispered, "Let me."

As he watched her delicate fingers work the buttons it was all he could do not to help. Shit, he'd like to just rip the shirt open and be done with it. Then again, watching his sweet wife undressing him was a treat he hadn't expected. He found it was making him even more needy.

When she had the buttons loosened she slipped her hands inside the shirt, running them slowly over his firm chest and belly. Then her hands slid around to his back as she rested her head on his chest. She held him tightly and began to softly rub the mottled flesh of his back, and they both felt his body stiffen. But when she didn't instantly draw away from the feel of it, when instead he heard the low moans of pleasure coming from her, he found it aroused him more knowing she cared for him just as he was.

He didn't know how much longer he could wait; he was anxious to get her and himself in the bed. Together.

He tenderly took her face in his hands, bent and kissed her forehead when he whispered, "Lemme finish this up," then reached for the buckle of his belt.

She knew it would happen soon. This night would be the night she gave her innocence to her husband.

He was quickly down to nothing but his shorts, then he stunned her when he dropped to his knees and knelt before her.

He didn't pull the skirt of her slip up, not all the way. He slipped open hands along the soft skin of her legs until he reached the waistband of her panties, then slowly began sliding them down. Once again she made no objection. She simply lay a hand on his shoulder for balance as she slipped her feet from the garment.

He took her hand as he stood again and she couldn't help the nervous giggle when, without warning he scooped her up in his arms. She wrapped her own arms around his neck and he carried her the short distance to their bed.

He bent at the knees just enough to grab the edge of the bedding and pull the covers back, and he was gentle when he lay her in their bed. He looked down lovingly at his bride and made another promise to her, "I'ma be careful Beth. I'd never wanna hurt ya."

"I know. I trust you Daryl, I'm just nervous."

He smiled and admitted again, "I know Darlin', me too."

She smiled at him as she held the cover back and invited her husband to join her, "Come here Mister Dixon."

She didn't have to invite him twice. He was quickly in bed and wrapping her in his arms. His lips were on hers and he kissed her deeply while lightly running his hand over the dip of her slim waist and the curve of her hip, over and over. He could feel it in the way her body moved and hear it in the little humming noises she made, she was enjoying this as much as him.

As his hand moved to her tummy and begin to glide up the silky fabric toward her breast, she asked, "Aren't you going to turn the light off?"

His face was red but his grin was wide when he answered, "No, I wanna see this, you an me, together."

Once again the only response she was able to give was, "Oh."

She was caught by surprise when his mouth suddenly covered her breast, right over the fabric. She could feel him nibbling at her nipple and the soft biting was something she would have thought would be frightening. Yet it wasn't. On the contrary, it gave her a thrill and made her crave even more touching from him.

She felt herself getting wetter while her body seemed to naturally seek more of him. She felt herself moving closer; as close to him as she could get. Her hand began rubbing along his strong arms and she heard her own soft moans.

His hand moved down to clutch the hem of her slip and as he slowly pulled it up she felt the backs of his fingers sensually glide along her thigh, her hip, her waist and her breast. Before she even had a moment to be embarrassed or anxious, she was completely naked.

No man had seen her naked body and she'd always thought she might die of embarrassment when one did. It didn't happen with Daryl. The way her husband looked at her, as if she was some kind of precious treasure, made her proud to show all of herself to him.

Never had he wanted to simply gaze at a woman while he lay with her, and he fully understood what was different. He'd never been with a woman he loved. He could never have imagined feeling such a powerful desire to take in all of anyone but his wife.

Beth was everything to him and he'd committed himself to her. He trusted her with his heart, his secrets and his child.

While his eyes were busy taking in every inch of her he let her know his feelings, "I never saw anythin' as beautiful as you Beth, and everythin' about ya is everythin' ta me."

He was rubbing his hand over her bottom while his mouth was on her naked breast. Never could she have imagined that a man sucking her breast, and teasing her nipple with his tongue could bring such pleasure; or cause such a profound feeling of need.

She still couldn't imagine it was possible, not with just any man. Only with this man. Her husband.

He'd seen all of her and now she wanted to see all of him. She reached for the waistband of his shorts. She tugged but to no avail, then he drew back and smiled at her, "Ya sure ya wanna see this? I could switch the light off."

She felt brave and a little naughty when she answered, "Oh no, it's my turn to look at you."

Her husband's skin was a roadmap of imperfection, old scars, newer scars and tattoos. He was also the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He was so strong and his muscles were taught, and the sight of his manhood both frightened and excited her. She was curious and wanted to touch it, but she couldn't quite make herself do it.

He thought he knew what she wanted and he took her hand, guiding her to him. She closed her eyes for a moment while she wrapped her fingers around him and she felt the movement in response to her touch. She heard him moan "mmm" as his hand went to her femininity and he gently cupped it, and then his finger slipped inside her.

She let out a startled squeal and immediately he asked, "Ya okay, I didn't hurt ya did I?"

"I'm fine, it's…" And he began to move the finger inside her while he hungrily sucked her breasts.

Her leg wrapped around his hips and he nearly stopped what he was doing to look at her and smile. He was happily surprised at how his innocent wife enjoyed his touch. Her moans, her squirming and the wetness he felt between her legs told him his bride was ready for him. Still he asked her, "I want…, can we?"

She whispered, "Yes" and he gently coaxed her on her back while sliding his body between her legs. He held her face in his hands, kissed her lips and promised again, "I'ma do my best not ta hurt ya, but I think it's gonna hurt some anyway."

"I know." She was grateful Maggie had given her that "talk." She knew to expect some pain, but she also knew it wouldn't always be that way.

He scooted to his knees and held himself in his hand. It could have been intimidating for her if not for the fact she wanted this so much with him. She watched as he teased her with the tip of it first, and then she felt him as he began to slip inside her.

He didn't know much about this stuff with a woman so innocent. He knew just enough to know the first time could be painful and he was trying to take it as slow as he could.

He didn't want her to hate it. He didn't want her to hate him.

She'd never been able to imagine what it must feel like, for now it felt uncomfortable. It was so hard and stiff, but he kept telling her over and over, "I love ya Darlin', ya feel so good. I love ya," and she kept telling herself it would get better when she got used to it.

Then he hit that spot, the one Maggie told her would hurt when she lost her virginity. Maggie was right.

They both knew what had happened and when she squealed and he offered, "Ya want me ta stop?"

"No, it will get better." She hoped it would.

He kissed her deeply and reminded her, "I love ya, I'm sorry it hurts."

He was careful, taking slow, shallow, even strokes. She surprised him again when after a minute or two she began to move with him, she even reached for his ass, grasping onto it. He took a chance, moving a little faster and happy when she kept his pace.

No one was more surprised than her by how much she began to enjoy this with him. They were in sync and then, when he thought that was as good as it was going to get, in a husky voice she whispered, "It hurts a little but mostly Daryl, it feels good."

He leaned down, kissing her mouth and then her breasts, nuzzling her ear and her neck and whispering, "Yeah it does," as steadily his pace increased and he pushed deeper. She didn't squeal, he was stunned that instead her hips rose as if she wanted more of him. Her hands were still clasped on his ass but now it was like she was trying to pull him deeper into her.

They were moving together, both of them breathing hard, wanting more and desperate to feel the satisfaction they hoped they would bring each other.

She was stunned by how intense her need had become as she began pulling him closer, then he slipped a hand under her bottom, trying to go deeper as he pulled her body closer. His pubic bone began to rub on that little bump, the one Maggie told her would bring her more pleasure than she could imagine. She hadn't believed her sister. She believed her now.

She could feel her heart pounding and it was so hard to catch her breath, her body began to stiffen and then quiver and she felt his do the same. Her whole body seemed to be responding to him as it quaked, shivered, and tensed, and then it happened. She heard herself yelp with pleasure and grab onto him even tighter as she called out his name, "Daryl!"

She knew the same thing was happening to him as his whole body seemed to go completely stiff, and then he was thrusting into her harder and faster as he called out, "Beth. Beth."

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A/N Please leave a comment, you know I love to hear from you! The chapter photo is on my tumblr blogs gneebee and bethylmethbrick. I hope to see you back next Friday when we'll pick up right where we left off. Until then remember, I love ya large! xo gneebee