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~ Author's Note

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Chapter Two

Body Heat

As Daryl slowly placed his arm around the shivering girl, he marveled at the fact that neither of them had put up much of a fight to this happening. As for himself, he knew it needed to happen and he supposed he was lucky that she had been stranded, otherwise he'd be curled up freezing with hardly any reasonable way to warm himself.

He was also shocked but pleased he didn't have to deal with a hysterical woman trying to escape his hold only to find a cold wet freedom beyond the thin walls of his old tent. If that had happened he would have had to follow and catch her only to drag her back like some demented cave-man. Or, just a plain ole redneck like Len; he shivered as the thought of this sweet girl being at that sicko's mercy slithered into his mind again; he didn't want to think about what Len would do with her in his filthy clutches.

This storm had really taken everyone by surprise and he had not packed for the cold front that swooped in with it. Daryl was lucky he packed his tent at all, if it had been a couple weeks ago he wouldn't have. This was a reminder to him that the next time – no matter what time of year – he went on a hunt in a place that was days away from any form of civilization he would bring the proper supplies including his truck which was sitting broken at the bottom of the mountain. He realized now he had started to get lax about it, but tonight was a reminder that even though he loved it and found it so easy to do – hunting was dangerous.

"This okay?" he wondered, not wanting her to be afraid of him.

"Yeah, I'm startin' to feel a little warmer now… thanks," Beth replied softly.

"This guy that left ya…. You goin together long?" Daryl wasn't normally one to start conversations but for once in his life he couldn't stand the silence, it felt oppressive since they were practically cuddled together completely naked.

"No thank God, it was only our first date. I thought he was just being nice by offering to drive me home, but then he wanted me to see something and he started drivin' up the mountain," she told him and he could hear in her voice that it had scared her, being that helpless. "I told him I just wanted to go home but apparently when girls say no they really mean yes," Beth scoffed angrily, her body shifting a little closer to him in her agitation making him still. "He kissed me and… tried to put his hand up my dress but I pushed him away…. he didn't like that one bit," she murmured, the anger replaced with a tint of remembered fear and vulnerability that made him want to bash the guys face in which surprised him, he hardly knew the girl and he already felt protective of her, maybe curling up naked with someone does that, he thought.

"Did he hurt ya?" Daryl asked – his breath ruffling her damp hair causing goosebumps to raise the skin of her arm – even though she had already answered the question she could have lied from fear of him.

"No… not the way you're thinkin'," she replied with relief.

"But he did hurt ya," Daryl stated, inferring from her wording that her date had been rough with her.

"He tried to stop me from gettin' out of the car by pulling on my arm, and then he pushed me away and I hit my head on the window," Beth admitted, her hand moved from beneath his to touch her head but in doing so his big hand palmed her stomach pulling a gasp into her lungs.

"S-Sorry," he mumbled with a blush staining his ears before removing his hand from the softest skin he'd ever caressed.

"It's okay," she spoke with a strained voice before swallowing thickly. She then proceeded to tangle her fingers in her hair looking for a bump and he heard her hiss when she found one.

"Lemme see," Daryl said in order to distract himself from the phantom feel of her skin still under his rough fingertips. He hesitantly touched where her fingers soothed at the back right side of her head, brushing his fingers along hers, following them to the roots of her fair hair and the tender skin swollen into a bump. Daryl raised up onto his left elbow and parted her hair as she lowered her arm back inside the blanket, trapping the heat of their touching bodies.

"Skin isn't split, which is good, ya should be alrigh in a day or two," he murmured, enjoying tangling his fingers in her locks far more than he should.

"Mhmmm, thank you," Beth replied breathily and he realized he had been basically massaging her scalp with his fingers and by the pleased sounding hum in her response she was obviously enjoying it. He pulled his hand away and lay back down, his head on his bent arm, while his right went back to her waist but it was unsure where to land safely. He felt Beth shift before she took his hand and wrapped it back around her, but this time she purposefully placed his hand on her stomach while hers lay on top of his, she then shifted back into his chest; her head settling beneath his chin making him swallow nervously.

"S'cold," Beth murmured sleepily and soon her breathing deepened into a restful slumber surprising him; he couldn't believe this girl trusted him – a complete stranger – that much while she was completely naked with his rough hand inches from her sex. He reasoned she must have been exhausted or she was just too trusting for her own good, she did get into a car with a man she went on one date with, he reminded himself lest he get ideas that she might actually be comfortable with him, that she might want to be here with him.

Daryl realized this was the longest he had ever gone with a woman in his arms. He wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination – Merle would never have allowed it no matter how much Daryl had not wanted to get that close to anyone.

"A Dixon still a virgin at 16?" Merle had said incredulously, "No way in hell is my baby brother gonna be a fuckin' fag,"

Merle just couldn't – or wouldn't – understand that just because Daryl didn't jump at the chance to get his dick wet by some hooker, that didn't mean he was gay. Merle spent most of his time either thinking about pussy, fuckin' pussy or talking about pussy, and it stuck in his craw whenever Daryl turned down offered pussy or told Merle to shut up talking about it. He especially hated it when Daryl done that shit in front of Merle's buddies, because not only would they mock Daryl about being a 'knob jockey' but they would do the same to Merle which always ended in a bloody fist fight in which Daryl would have to have his back. No matter how much of a pain in the ass his big brother could be he was still blood, and Daryl would always have his back, even if Merle sometimes didn't have his.

So it was surprising that he found he wasn't too uncomfortable – he wouldn't say he was completely relaxed – with Beth pressed against his naked skin. The feel of her soft tummy beneath his calloused fingers was like nothing he had ever experienced before and he found himself inhaling the wild fruity scent of her hair deep into his lungs. He knew if he moved his fingers down a couple inches he would reach the curls he imagined crowning the soft folds of her pussy, and he swallowed when he felt his dick twitch at the imagery that thought blossomed in his mind. His hips were nowhere near hers, so he wasn't worried about her feeling it grow and he had no intention or want to violate Beth's vulnerable sleeping form; he didn't think much of himself but he wasn't that kind of man and he never would be.

Daryl would keep her warm and watch over her while she was in his care and he'd make sure she never felt threatened or uncomfortable in his presence, he couldn't imagine what she went through tonight, what it had felt like, but he hoped he at least could make her feel some semblance of safe.

He tried to stay awake and watch over her but her warm body lulled him into a relaxed state before he too fell into slumber, and for the first time in all his 38 years he fell asleep with a beautiful woman wrapped safely in his arms.

Beth awoke and frowned at the feeling of a heavy arm draped across her waist and a painful throbbing in her left arm.

Then she remembered her predicament and how lucky she was to be curled up warm in a safe environment, and not out in the dark woods that she could still hear being battered by the wind and drenched by sheets of freezing rain. If she had been alone she knew the harsh elements outside this warm dry tent would have more than likely taken her life, either from a fall in the dark or from the freezing temperatures mixed with the rain.

The wild and kind man at her back had saved her life and even after having to deal with unwanted sexual advances from her date, she didn't for a second feel uncomfortable like she would've if it was Aiden she'd have to share body warmth with. That thought sent a shiver of fear and disgust to race up her spine causing Daryl to shift behind her and Beth knew he was instantly awake by the way his previously relaxed body stilled with tension.

"Hi," Beth murmured before she turned her head to look behind her, able to see him slightly from the corner of her eye, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's alrigh'" his voice rumbled against her back and tickled her ear.

"Is it okay if… if I turn around?" she asked shyly.

"Wha'? Why?"

"My arm… it's sore. I'm sorry I…"

After a moment of awkward silence Daryl replied, "Nah you're alrigh', turn if ya want."

Beth clumsily turned to face him, trying not to touch him too much while doing so in their cramped confines and make him even more uncomfortable. She realized she didn't care if he touched her, in fact she had a feeling she might enjoy it very easily.

Finally she could see Daryl's face, and she took the same position as him with her head on her bent arm beneath the thin pillow. He wasn't looking at her as she studied his face, he was definitely not the clean cut kind of guy she usually went for. Daryl was not typically handsome, but his face had character and intensity, and the more she studied his sharp cheekbones and piercing stare the more she found herself becoming attracted to this older man.

"How's your arm?" he asked, his gaze flicking to her curious one before moving away again. She removed her arm from the cosy confines, her skin instantly goosepimpling in the cold air as she looked at the area that was throbbing.

"It's probably just from sleeping on it," she murmured as she checked it over and stilled when she saw from the soft glow of the lamp a bruise in the shape of fingers marring her fair skin. "Oh."

"Shit, lemme see girl," Daryl's self-conscious avoidance disappeared and he braced himself on his elbow above her before gently taking her upper arm in his other hand, his fingers brushing across the darkening skin. "That prick," he growled deeply making Beth bite her lip as she watched his eyes darken in anger for her.

"I'm okay Daryl," she whispered softly and his eyes flew to her own piercing them with his intensity.

"That guy's bad news girl, ya gotta stay away from him," Daryl said with a frown.

"Oh I will, I have no intention of ever being alone with him again," she reassured him, he nodded before realizing he still had a soft hold of her arm and he quickly removed his fingers from her skin leaving Beth disappointed. He lay back down in front of her, his eyes never looking into her own as she watched him, and she noticed just how broad his shoulders were.

"Thank you," she murmured, his eyes finally looking into her own curiously.

"What for?" he asked, and Beth could hear the confusion lacing his words.

"For this, for looking after me… for making me feel safe… for basically saving my life." She huffed a laugh.

"I didn't," Daryl grumbled, he was clearly uncomfortable and it made her smile softly.

"Yes you did. I'm lucky you found me and not someone else, the thought of being stuck here with someone like Aiden," – she shivered – "that would be an absolute nightmare."

"There's a lot worse than Aiden in these woods," he warned making her swallow in fear, her eyes widening. "Shit, I didn't mean to scare ya girl, don't listen to me."

"Wh-What else is in these woods?" Beth asked in fearful curiosity that made her want to burrow closer to him.

"Mountain lions… wolves, and scary rednecks like me," he smirked suddenly, making her giggle.

"Not like you," Beth stated with a grin. "You're not scary." She shook her head.

"No?"

"No… you're sweet." She bit her lip before smiling.

Daryl scoffed. "I ain't sweet girl, ain't ever been sweet."

"Yeah you are, giving me piggy backs, holding up the blanket so I can undress in privacy, cuddling with me and tending to my wounds," Beth declared with a grin and a tender look in her eyes leaving Daryl speechless.

She giggled quietly before leaning forward and kissing his pink cheek making him blink in surprise when she pulled back. She hesitated before she burrowed closer to him, tucking her head beneath his chin her nose close to brushing the dip between his collarbones.

"We should sleep more, get some rest," she said, her breath fanning across his hard chest.

After a moment's hesitation Daryl grunted and wrapped his muscled arm around her back making her smile happily. She loved the feeling of safety within his strong but gentle embrace.

They both drifted into a deep sleep, wholly warm and comfortable wrapped together in the middle of a raging storm.

When Beth next awoke the first thing after she noted it was still dark was that she now lay on her back and a big hand was gently holding her left breast, it instantly caused her nipple to pebble in arousal. She bit her lip and looked next to her to see Daryl still sleeping and she realized his hard cock was pressed tight against the side of her hip. She could feel her breathing become shallow, but not in fear, she knew he wouldn't hurt her; wouldn't force her, it was shallow in anticipation of more touching happening between them.

She hoped he didn't turn her down, hoped he was interested because she could think of nothing better than passing the rest of the night with her rough savior thrusting between her shivering thighs. That thought created an image of him doing just that and it had her simmering in need, her pussy dripping in want for his cock to enter her.

Beth had never done anything like this before, she had had sex plenty in college, but with her then boyfriend and never with a stranger, she had never been interested in one night stands like some of her friends. She sometimes envied them the ability to do that, she knew they enjoyed it greatly, that they had immense fun that she never could experience because it just wasn't for her.

Or so she thought.

Although Daryl didn't feel much like a stranger anymore, he was her savior, her safety and warmth, he was awkward, and kind, and gentle, and so sweet.

Her thighs clenched when his hand unconsciously squeezed her breast and she could suddenly smell her arousal in the air making her feel even hotter. Beth watched as Daryl's eyes fluttered open and she grasped his hand to her breast and squeezed to let him know she wanted his hand there if he did.

"Daryl," she breathed in a needy tone making him still, and she watched as he assessed their situation with wide eyes. "Please," she whispered, a deep blush staining her cheeks and she noticed his nostrils flare as he inhaled her excitement.

"Beth…" he frowned at her, clearly unsure, but she could see an uncertain hint of dark desire flash in eyes.

"I want your hands on me… do you want to touch me?" she questioned, her eyes never leaving his face and she watched his throat work before answering.

"Y-Yeah," he breathed, his pupils dilating as he hesitantly brushed his thumb across her firm nipple making her eyelashes flutter.

Her right arm between their bodies rested on her stomach before she moved it to grip his forearm while he continued his gentle caresses. She shifted her head closer to his and brushed her nose against the scruff on his jaw making him sigh.

Beth had never felt so aroused, so wet and ready for a man to take her so quickly, but she wasn't about to push this gentle wild man too far lest she spook him completely.

Daryl wasn't sure if he was actually awake, this had to be a dream, it was too good to be true.

Beth's perky breast beneath his hand was soft and supple, his cock throbbed deliciously against her hip and he had to stop himself from grinding into her needily.

The smell of her arousal, and the clear hope filled shine to her big blue eyes was the only thing to stop him from retreating completely in shame. Beth clearly wanted him to touch her, which he could hardly believe. And if that wasn't enough, her breathy voice declaring she wanted his hands on her definitely was.

He rolled her little nipple between his thumb and forefinger pulling a moan from her throat, and he couldn't stop the jerk of his hips searching for friction against her skin. Beth's mouth was suddenly next to his lips, her breath fanning across his tongue and he looked into her desperate eyes and watched them trail down his face to his parted lips. She bit her bottom one in obvious restraint and the idea that she was holding back from him pushed him over that precipice he had been dangerously teetering on ever since he awoke to the scent of her dripping pussy.

Daryl pressed his lips hard against hers and her groan of relief made his hand on her breast tighten. He moved up onto his left elbow to hover above her as he kissed into her warm wet mouth, her tongue fighting his eagerly. He moved his lips from hers and trailed open mouthed kisses across her cheek and down her neck before biting her possessively. He sucked and lapped at the skin between his teeth and he felt her hand grip his thigh as her hips bucked in pleasure making his cock twitch impatiently.

Daryl wanted her more than anything he could ever remember wanting, he never thought he was capable of being this willing and excited to be so intimately pressed to another human being. But she was so kind and beautiful, so sweet and soft, he wanted to hold her, touch her… possess her.

He wanted to make Beth scream his name in pleasure.

He slowly pulled the blanket past her heaving chest while watching her for any sign of discomfort or fear, and when he saw nothing but desire and need, he looked down to see her small perfect breasts peaked with hard pink nipples. Her skin goose pimpled from the cold air brushing her sensitive skin and he could feel it himself but he planned on keeping her as warm as he possibly could.

"Daryl," Beth whimpered as he trailed wet kisses down her chest, and he felt her fingers push into his hair to hold him against her. He watched her face as he kissed around her nipple before sucking the little peak into his mouth and devouring her. She moaned deeply, breathing his name wantonly, making him growl and scrape his teeth along her delicate skin. He lavished attention to her other nipple driving her wild, before kissing back up her chest and neck, and licking into her mouth, she sucked his tongue into her mouth suggestively making him groan and kiss her deeper while his cock leaked against her warm hip.

"Fuck Beth, this what ya want?" he asked her between harsh kisses, his fingers back to teasing her nipples.

"Yes, but I want more," she pleaded, her hips rolling.

"Greedy little thing," he chuckled against her mouth before pulling away to look into her needy eyes. "Tell me what ya want, I…" Daryl suddenly felt unsure, he didn't have much practice doing this sort of thing. All he had was deep wants and instincts that had been long dormant inside him, only to be awakened by the feel and scent of this girl's desperate arousal that was brought to life by his unconscious touch.

"I want you… want your hands on me," she punctuated her husky statement by taking his right hand in hers and squeezing his fingers before slowly trailing it down her body beneath the blanket. They never broke eye contact as she did this, he looked into her blown pupils and at her plump bitten lips, and he swallowed when she halted their downward trail just as he felt her curls tickle his fingers. He groaned and rested his forehead against hers when she removed her hand and breathed a plea against his parted lips for him to continue his fingers descent.

"Christ," Daryl groaned as he did as she needed, feeling her legs spread as she opened for him invitingly, throwing her right leg over his thigh and bending the knee of the other and soon he felt the soft skin of her wet folds against his curious fingertips making her moan. He watched Beth's face; her fluttering lashes, her flushed cheeks and chest, the delicious way she bit her lip before licking and parting them with a gasp as his fingers dipped between her folds to caress the soaked hot skin of her fluttering core.

"So wet for me," his deep rough voice rumbled up from his chest, making her eyes fly open to stare into his. He was surprised that he could hold them, could stare back and openly let her see his desire, his insecurity, his need for her simmering within him.

"All for you," Beth gasped as he circled her dripping center and dragged his rough fingers up to brush her little clit and feeling it pulse eagerly at his touch. He swirled his fingers against her nub making her whimper before kissing him deep. "Oh God Daryl, that feels so good," Beth breathed between grateful kisses and he slid his fingers back down to her opening to circle her there and gently pushed in before retreating.

"Ya want my fingers inside ya sweetheart?"

"Yes, please Daryl," she begged him unashamedly.

He pushed two fingers inside her gently, feeling her clench around them when he retreated before pushing back inside, exploring deeper. Daryl jerked when he suddenly felt her hand grip his thick throbbing cock, giving it a squeeze before beginning to stroke him and igniting a fire that danced up the nerves of his spine.

"Beth," he gasped, his fingers curling and pumping inside her hot center. They slid easily from her slick desire coating his fingers and making her moan in delight while her hand never stopped its stroking of his leaking cock. She squeezed his engorged tip, swirling her palm in his precum and dragging it down his shaft to his balls where she paid special attention causing his cock jerk and his chest vibrate in a deep growl of pleasure. "Shit girl."

"You're gonna make me cum Daryl," she gasped as he quickened the movement of his jerking fingers, and he could hear the noise they made as they repeatedly penetrated her wet center. "I want you to cum too," Beth pleaded before kissing him roughly, her other hand diving into his hair and holding his head against her tightly.

"Fuck Beth, cum on my fingers, I wanna hear ya scream my name," Daryl's gravelly voice demanded making her begin to flutter around his thick digits. "That's it," he encouraged before her back arched and his hips pumped into her fist causing his balls to tighten, her pussy suddenly strangled his fingers as she came with a scream of his name.

"Daryl!" she cried as he watched her body bend and clench in bliss.

"Good girl," he groaned and his cock swelled when her hand squeezed the head of his pumping cock. He growled as he came, pleasure shivering along his skin as he spurted his seed across her stomach and into her stroking hand.

He slumped beside her, both of them content in the afterglow of shared orgasms, minds blank and bodies relaxed.

"You okay?" Daryl questioned since Beth was so quiet next to him.

"Yeah," she hummed her response, he felt her head turn to look at him before her body followed, burrowing into his heat and making him chuckle softly as he pulled the blanket up to her chin. He moved his left arm so it was beneath her head like a pillow before wrapping his right around her back and pulling her body fully against his, his softening cock pressed against her stomach.

When she went to wrap her arm around his back he stilled and quickly grabbed her wrist, "Don't… don't touch my back," he whispered, unable to look into her curious eyes. After a moment of confused hesitation Beth tucked her arms against his chest, her fingers scratching at the sparse hair growing there, before she nodded and spoke softly.

"Okay." She kissed the line of his jaw making him relax against her.

"Sorry, I just-"

"Don't be, you don't have to explain Daryl," she interrupted his self-conscious explanation, "You only have to say stop if I do something that makes you uncomfortable and I'll stop, no questions asked."

Daryl swallowed at her soothing response before looking down into her eyes with a soft twist to his lips, "You too," he replied, making Beth smile and nod in agreement before nuzzling into his arm and tangling her legs with his.

More smuttiness to come in the next chapter 😉

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