Room Two – The Living Room

Daryl laced his fingers through Beth's, turned around and led her into the living room, stopping as they reached the front of the couch. He tugged her into his chest, the place he would keep her forever if he could.

Beth looked up at him with huge dark eyes as she ran a finger through his bangs, clearing her view of the most gorgeous face she'd ever seen. Daryl gazed back down at his girl, his eyes darting across her face as he pushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. He couldn't help but notice how excited she looked; how her chest was heaving against his and how the noise of her delicate shallow breath filled the air around them.

Beth was staring right back at him with that smile that made his heart thump uncontrollably. It would always be a mystery to him how this perfect, tiny, gorgeous, sexy angel had somehow wound up in his world. Or that she could possibly be that excited at the thought of him touching her. But he did know he was going to give her the wedding night she deserved even if it killed him, and thinking about his promise, he knew that could be a real possibility.

"Next stop on the Dixon house tour is the livin' room," Daryl drawled as he rubbed his nose gently against hers. She felt so soft and she smelt so good, he couldn't help but groan against her mouth and steal another kiss from her pretty pink lips as he tightened his hold on her.

"This is the couch," he continued in a whisper as he nuzzled his way from her lips to her ear, pressing another kiss into the soft spot directly underneath. "You ever made out on a couch before, Mrs Dixon?" Daryl asked huskily as he murmured into her skin, licking and sucking until he could feel her pulse begin to thunder under his lips and her breath skim hotly under his collar in short fast bursts as she shook her head 'no'.

Daryl spun her around and tugged her backwards into his solid chest. Beth moaned out at the rough warm skin of his hand sliding under her dress, dragging deliciously along the inside of her sticky thigh towards her heat. His other hand cupped her breast as his thumb brushed her hardened and sensitive nipple.

"Watcha want me to do, Princess? Show me." Daryl nipped and sucked at the goose flesh now covering her naked shoulder until he could feel the cold shudders running through his wife's entire body.

Beth covered his hand with her smaller one, sliding it further up the inside of her thigh and guiding it into her saturated panties. Her palm moving his fingertips gently over her clit and through her folds before pushing his two digits deep inside her as she let out a groan.

"You know what I want… I want you to make me come… please," Beth gasped, panting as she grabbed his other hand and squeezed it roughly over her aching and tender breast. She'd never felt this close to orgasm with so little physical contact before. Even though no one else had noticed, Beth was all too aware her body had been gradually changing, day by day, and right now she felt like she might not survive the growing wave of pleasure washing over her as Daryl slowly inserted his fingers further, pushing and pulling them through her tight sticky centre.

Beth closed her eyes and relaxed back into her husband's body to calm herself. She'd never felt as safe with anyone as she did with Daryl; she'd always trusted him, but since that first night she'd shared his bed and they'd admitted how they felt, something had changed. It hadn't been about sex or lust, they hadn't even undressed. He'd held her close, wrapped her gently in his arms and smothered her with an unspoken promise of never letting anything bad happen to her again. Beth knew right then that her soul had fallen in love with Daryl Dixon's, and that she wanted to spend the rest of her life making him as happy and safe as he made her.

That same feeling now returned every single time he'd wrap his strong body around hers; a feeling of safety, of protection and of belonging. Beth knew words usually failed Daryl, but she also knew his actions more than made up for it. And right now, surrendering herself to him as he held her within his arms and slid his fingers in and out of her body, giving her what she desperately needed, she knew she could let herself fall and he would catch her. He would always catch her.

Daryl carried on palming his wife's tender breast through the thin material of her wedding dress, pinching and rolling her hardened nipple until she could feel the ripples of pleasure throbbing deep inside her pussy. His fingers now massaging that rough spot inside her that had her gasping for air, an overwhelming feeling of euphoria threatening to burst from every pore of her being as she moved closer and closer to release.

Then he stopped.

Daryl withdrew his fingers from her body, leaving her confused and so close to climax she almost grabbed his hand, or used her own to stroke her clit just one more time so she could finally finish. Before she had chance to do anything more than groan in frustration, Beth felt Daryl's rough damp fingertips sweep across her back as he gathered her hair over one shoulder and his warm lips pressed into her other. She felt her dress loosening as Daryl lowered the zipper, gently pushing the dress forward and letting it pool on the floor at her feet, leaving his wife naked except for her now soaked and disarrayed lace panties. Daryl guided her back around to face him before knocking her down gently into the seat of the couch.

Beth giggled as she toppled backwards, bouncing slightly as she landed in the soft cushions. "Daryl, what…? Why'd you stop?" she asked in confusion, her heart threatening to burst from her rib cage in its erratic pounding as her eyes implored him to continue.

"Ain't stopped," he told her, smirking slightly as he dropped to his knees in front of her, tugging eagerly at her panties and dragging them down her long slim legs before throwing them over his shoulder, leaving her completely naked.

The archer grabbed his wife, yanking her forward by the hips until she was laid almost flat on her back in front of him, knees tightly together and eyes wide.

"Open yer legs, I wanna look at ya." Daryl's voice was a low deep rumble that Beth obeyed without hesitation. Her heartbeat now a powerful thud at the thought of what was about to happen, and a heat was spreading over her skin like wildfire, matching the warmth rapidly unfurling throughout her whole body. Her mouth suddenly went dry and her stomach flipped as she had a feeling thing's between them were going to be very different from now on. Daryl was going to be very different.

The archer watched hungrily through his bangs as Beth let her knees fall apart, displaying every intimate beautiful part of her body to him, and God it really was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Daryl bit back a groan, unknowingly licking and gnawing at his lips as his mind wandered for an age, his dark lustful eyes raking over the perfect pink glistening pussy in front of him.

Beth touched his arm and his heart almost jumped out of his chest, missing a beat as he realized she was waiting. A sudden and overwhelming panic that he would be a disappointment to her washed over him, snapping him out of his fantasy. He so badly wanted to taste her though. He wanted to push his tongue inside her wet heat and lick every inch of her beautiful pussy until she came all over his face. But he couldn't find the courage. He had no clue how to go down on a woman properly, how to even start... and that voice in his head was telling him what a stupid ass he was for trying, that he should be concentrating on giving his wife what she wanted, not day dreaming about shit he had no idea about.

Daryl blinked and shook his head in attempt to shut out that voice and focus on the confused naked woman in front of him still waiting patiently… for her husband to do something.

"See, Princess, yer so much prettier without that dress. Fuckin' exquisite," Daryl drawled as his eyes finally flicked up from her centre and locked with hers.

Daryl leaned forward over his wife and gently cupped her face with both his hands, nestling his waist between her thighs and kissing her soft pliant lips until they were swollen and red and chaffed from the scratching of his whiskers.

Daryl reached one hand down between their bodies and ran the tip of his finger the length of her slit, barely even touching her slick folds, but being rewarded with a whimper of appreciation. Beth sucked in a breath as that one touch re-ignited every nerve ending in her body, her centre tightening and burning in its need for more. Daryl peeled his lips from Beth's, pulling away just enough to watch her face as he moved his fingertips over her hardened clit, rubbing steadily in a gentle sweeping motion as Beth closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, panting and breathing heavily.

"I wanna make ya come harder than I've ever made ya come before, baby… in our house, on our couch." Daryl's lips brushed like feathers over the skin of Beth's throat as he spoke, the tingling vibrations of his dirty guttural words sending a shock-wave of pleasure straight from her throat to her entrance which only added to the wetness already there.

Daryl's fingers kept a steady rhythm until Beth's clit was throbbing and swollen, his lips burning their way into Beth's skin as he moved his mouth over her smooth tingling flesh; her throat, her neck, her chest. His tongue snaking out to lick at his wife's puckered nipple before capturing it with his teeth and suckling it between his lips greedily. His eyes never leaving her face as she panted and moaned, licking and biting her lips with every exquisite brush of her husband's skin on hers.

As Beth gasped out his name, arching her back in pleasure, Daryl sunk his middle finger deep inside her, kissing his way back up her chest, neck and throat as he slid his thick digit back and forth through her sticky wet pussy and his thumb circled her clit.

"Oh, god… just there. I'm so close. Oh god, Daryl," Beth mewled breathlessly, digging her nails into his shoulders.

"Yeah, yer gonna come? C'mon then," he gasped out as he sucked at the soft skin under her ear, tasting her sweat and feeling her tremble. Beth inhaled a deep shaky breath, "Oh god, I'm gonna come. That feels so good... please, Daryl," she whimpered in small sobs, unable to focus or even talk properly now.

Daryl didn't want it to end though, not yet, he was enjoying wielding just the tiniest fraction of power over her that she wielded over him. He wanted her to know the same feeling of helplessness that he felt when she touched him. He wanted her to understand, just this once, the torment of wanting something from someone so badly you were consumed by it, and totally powerless to stop the flames from licking and burning your soul.

So, when her centre tightened, her body twitched, her moans rolled together, and he knew she was about to fall, he stopped. Then he waited, unmoving but kissing her deeply, letting his tongue fill her mouth and swallow her moans until neither could breathe and Beth was rocking her body into his, begging and pleading for him to finish.

Lying there with her, denying her what she needed, Daryl realized he'd never seen her look as utterly breath-taking. Beth had always been the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on, even back at the farm (when she was strictly off limits) he'd found himself watching her sometimes, longing for her to notice him, even though he'd have had no fucking idea what to do if she had.

But right now, Beth looked different somehow, different to the other times he'd touched her this way. He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was nothing at all. Maybe it was the fact she was now his wife and they could start to be together the way he'd always imagined, which meant he was only now really seeing the extraordinary woman that Beth Greene... Beth Dixon had become.

Because Beth was glowing, she looked radiant, blooming from deep within... and Daryl knew he couldn't deny her what she wanted any longer. He pushed in another finger alongside the first and a dirty lustful groan rolled past her lips, a groan like he'd never heard before… a groan that propelled a shock-wave of yearning straight to his groin that had his spent cock twitching in his pants.

"Yes… Yes… Yes," Beth moaned softly, "Please…," Beth gasped as she rolled her hips, Daryl rubbing harder and faster against that rough spot inside her he was sure would make her come harder than stimulating her clit alone would. He might not have known too much, but watching her climax that first time he'd touched her there by accident would be ingrained in his memory forever.

Desperate to give his wife the same release she'd given him, he slid his free hand along her body and massaged her small breast under his palm as he rubbed and pinched her nipple between his calloused fingertips.

Daryl watched, mesmerized as his wife's body thrummed and pulsed in front of him, he watched her face scrunch beautifully in concentration, her teeth bite down painfully into her lower lip as she lost herself in his touch. He carried on fucking her with his fingers, revelling in every tiny detail, and this time not holding back.

Every thrust of Daryl's fingers inside her sent electrical pulses firing off around her system. The blonde's body was almost spent, breathless and heaving, her skin burning and flushing as her every hair bristled with the orgasm that had been building in every sinew and vein since he'd taken her against the front door… what now seemed like an eternity ago.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come!" Beth whimpered, every fibre of her body exploding and those little electrical pulses finally engulfing her completely as they burst into flames. Her body bucked up and her pussy contracted forcefully around his fingers, her warm thick juices soaking her husband's hand as he slowed his ministrations and caught her. Just like she knew he would, she felt his big strong arms holding her tight as her world blurred around and spun off its axis.

Daryl's fingers lovingly smoothed away the strands of hair stuck to Beth's forehead as he shushed her and kissed around her face sweetly for a moment. His eyes then flicking hungrily around her quivering body as he crushed his lips into hers, kissing her hard and deep once more, swirling his tongue around the interior of her mouth as she curled her legs and arms around his body and held her throbbing centre against his engorged dick.

Every vibration of Beth's pulsing body danced through Daryl's as she clung tightly around him; her heart banging wildly into his chest and the rapid breath from her nostrils feeling cool on his clammy skin.

Daryl could already feel how hard he was again, the blood rushing so fast from his head to his cock he was left spinning. Watching and feeling Beth's body reach orgasm, hearing her moan out his name gave him an overwhelming need to be back inside her. He needed to feel her hot tight body gripping onto him like she never wanted him to leave.

Daryl slowed his kisses, nuzzling his mouth into the golden hair stuck to her shoulder instead. He snaked his arms under his wife's body, pulling her close and safe as she mumbled and groaned into his chest, squeezing him impossibly tight.

They lay together that way until Beth had recovered and Daryl knew it was safe to loosen his grip. He sat back on his knees to look at her; sweaty and flushed and hair spread out over the couch, and he couldn't help but grin madly at her, his eyes shining with pure joy as he basked in the knowledge he'd made the beautiful mess he was looking at.

"Hey! Mr Dixon, are you laughin' at me?" Beth asked incredulously as she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes suspiciously, unable to hold back her own huge grin. "Somethin' funny, huh?" Beth demanded teasingly as she toyed with the buttons on his shirt.

"Nah. Just admirin' the view is all. Admirin' how absolutely perfect my wife is. Jesus, ya look sexy as fuck when ya come, Princess." Daryl combed his fingers through Beth's wild locks as she smiled up at him, blushing furiously and watching intently as he concentrated on picking out some of the now crushed yellow flowers she'd been wearing.

"Ya up to goin' again?" he asked as he glanced from her hair to her face, still grinning like a fool. At this point he seriously wondered if he'd ever be able to stop. It wasn't as if he was consciously doing it... his damn heart was so happy he just couldn't help it. He randomly wondered if that's how he'd looked all day. If he'd been walking around with a stupid ass grin fixed to his lips. Although he should've probably been embarrassed about that, right now he couldn't have given a damn who'd noticed. He'd just married the most loving and beautiful person left on the planet… he was allowed to grin, hell, he was allowed to do fucking cartwheels if he wanted.

"Hmmm, lemme think," Beth considered, pausing for a second as if deliberating. "I'unno. I am feelin' kinda under-dressed here, Daryl. I think we should get you outta that suit... then maybe... we can do it on the couch… if you wanna, I mean?" Beth wiggled her eyebrows as a smile crept over her lips, lighting up her whole face.

Beth hauled herself into a sitting position and began to plant small kisses around Daryl's jaw and under his ear. Daryl closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath, losing himself for a moment as he knelt between his wife's legs and she carefully undid his buttons. He felt her warm small hands sliding over his solid chest, peeling the shirt from his body and dropping it to the floor alongside their other superfluous clothing.

The blonde couldn't help but swallow hard and groan inwardly as she looked him over in the dim light of the room. He was beautiful. The scars she knew were scattered across his back only proved the same as hers, that they were survivors. She knew he hated them, hated what they represented and what they were a constant reminder of, but she loved them regardless. Just like she knew he loved hers. He'd been the one to help her accept them, help her learn to live with the mess and ugliness they'd tarnished her with. Without them, she would never have known the strength that lived inside her, and without his he wouldn't have become the man he was now. That's how she knew they were going to make it, together until the end, until they were either the last man and woman standing, or until the world had returned to how it was before, and they were old and grey, watching their grand-kids playing in safety. And honestly, either of those scenarios made her glow with happiness.

Beth leaned forward and rubbed her nose softly against his. "Thank you for today. I know it's not your thing, people lookin' at you and makin' a fuss. I know that you only did it for me. You've made me so happy, and I love you so much," Beth murmured as she pushed his already open pants down over his hips and thighs and pressed a kiss into the patch of soft hair on his chest, her fingertips grazing softly upwards over the silky warm flesh of his manhood, making it twitch in surprise.

Daryl opened his eyes and gnawed on his lip for a second as if considering what to say. Beth tilted her head slightly as she slipped her hand between his legs and rolled his balls in her palm, eliciting a groan, a reply from the archer.

Daryl kicked off his shoes and tore off his pants and socks before grabbing Beth roughly around the waist and lifting her with him as he turned around and sat back into the couch, his wife now astride him. "Ya gonna show me how happy I make ya?" he asked as his heart thumped, and he crushed his mouth into Beth's for another kiss.

He leaned his head back into the couch and raked over her body with his dark hooded eyes, his hands gently cupping her breasts as Beth leaned forward and rested her forearms on his shoulders, threading her fingers through the hair at his nape.

Beth closed her eyes as her husband's hands drifted lower, gliding over her every curve as his mouth placed hot languid kisses across her shoulder and up the column of her neck. His hands stopped on her ass as he guided her towards him, pushing and pulling her still throbbing centre against his once more impressive erection.

Beth groaned out, unable to stop her face and body flushing crimson from the delicious friction. She was sure she could go over the edge again right now… if he would just do that for a bit longer, if he would just rub her clit a few more times against his hardness.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come," Beth gasped suddenly through swollen lips, falling against her husband's shoulder and tugging on his hair as he ground her body against his one more time. He raised her up, groaning at the beautiful feeling of sliding his dick inside her ribbed walls. With one smooth movement he pulled her body down until she'd taken all of him and he could feel her walls tightening around him, on the brink of climax once more.

"I wanna be inside ya," Daryl panted desperately, before grabbing her face and crushing his lips to hers, groaning as their tongues began to dance. One rock of her hips, her sensitive nub brushing his pubic bone in just the right place as her pussy slid tightly along the length of him, and Beth came, her cries muffled by Daryl's mouth as her centre squeezed and released around his dick, rapidly and with force.

Her gushing and pulsing pussy only fuelled the hardness of his cock, his pre-cum dribbling inside her as he bounced her slowly and gently along his shaft, holding her tight as she shook and panted in his arms.

"Jesus, that feels so good," Daryl mused as Beth began to suck and nibble her husband's shoulder and neck, moving upwards to his jaw and ear as her nails scratched a mindless pattern into his biceps.

Daryl released his grip on Beth's hips, letting her take over the slow deep rhythm they'd fallen into as she recovered herself. One hand moved to the centre of her back and the other to her nape. He wound her long messy curls around his fist and tilted her head backwards, licking and sucking his way across her breasts and neck, groaning and panting into her flesh as he watched their bodies connect in the dim light of the room.

They stayed like that for an age; kissing, touching, watching… slowly making love in a way that was different to before. Beth hoped it would always be this way from now on, not because she hadn't enjoyed sex before, just that it had always been rushed and awkward and kind of embarrassing. She knew that had been partly because they were both inexperienced, shy and lacking confidence when it came to physical relationships, but that it had mostly been circumstance… the situation they were in. That was no longer a concern, and as she watched her husband take as much pleasure from her as she was taking from him, a huge grin plastered itself over her face.

Beth leaned forward and buried her nose in the curve of Daryl's neck, kissing and moaning his name as she rode him harder and faster, listening to his strained groans and feeling the change in his body as she tightened her walls around him and she knew he was getting close.

"Baby, you don't hafta hide anymore," Beth whispered against his ear, her breath cool on his sweaty flesh, sending chills along his spine and goose bumps across his skin.

The blonde sat back and locked her eyes with Daryl's, smiling as her hands found his and she laced his fingers through her smaller ones, before forcefully pushing his arms into the couch cushions either side of his head, holding them captive as she slowed her hips to a gentle shallow roll.

Daryl's eyes went black, his chest heaving as his lips parted, and he lunged forward to bury his face in his wife's neck. Beth jerked back, holding his hands firmly in place as she looked at him, her eyes flashing with purpose and desire.

"No. I wanna watch you," she told him softly. Beth had never been able to look at her husband properly when they'd made love, it was always either too dark, or he'd keep himself hidden. She'd just assumed that it was part of his shyness, but here, now, he seemed different somehow, like he was trying, and if they were ever going to have the same connection sexually that they had in every other aspect of their lives, then she needed to show him he could be himself, that this was the start of the rest of their lives.

Daryl couldn't deny her anything, and he didn't even want to… he wanted her to see what she did to him, see what he'd probably never be able to explain in words. He rested his head back and closed his eyes as Beth squeezed her hands over his and rode his cock torturously slowly, long tight strokes back and forth from tip to base, over and over as his groaning became louder, his breathing faster, and his fingers gripped around hers almost painfully.

"Beth," he panted as she kissed around his face, nuzzling his sweaty bangs from his eyes with her nose and pressing gentle kisses over his closed eyelids, knowing he was almost there as she slid her body all the way down his cock once more, feeling it harden and swell within her walls.

"Look at me," she mewled, her voice so soothing and commanding, he obeyed. His eyes opened to find Beth's flushed face and dark orbs smiling back at him. He thrust upwards to meet her downward stroke and that was when his body exploded, spilling himself deep inside his wife as Beth ground her hips down into his lap and clamped herself around his pulsing member.

Daryl flopped his head back against the couch, his face screwed up into a picture of pained pleasure as a deep guttural grunt escaped his lungs and his breath came in heavy bursts, huffing and puffing as his body took on a life of its own. His eyes stayed locked with Beth's though, except for the brief second when he was unable to stop them scrunching shut, when his balls drew up and the first crash of orgasm exploded through his core.

His hands crushed hers as he clung on, his eyes burning into hers, his heartbeat gradually returning to normal, his breath calming and his spent cock beginning to soften. He leaned forward and caught her raw lips with his, a smile pulling at his lips once more as he smothered her face with soft lingering kisses. "I fuckin' love you, Mrs Dixon. And I ain't never gonna stop tellin' ya," Daryl declared loudly as Beth giggled at his sudden outburst.

Beth released his hands and Daryl immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. He cuddled her until she couldn't breathe, his fingers playing in the damp curls that hung down her back and Beth humming softly against his pounding heart as she stroked her fingertips over his nape. They'd never really had this before, a chance to hold each other for as long as they needed after sex, and they were both determined to relish every single second of it.

Beth began to drift into a deep sated sleep as she lay tucked safely against her husband's chest, the rhythmical ticking of the grandfather clock a strange but comforting lullaby. It wasn't tiredness that took her in the end though, but contentment. Daryl relaxed back into the cushions and cradled his wife's boneless body, closing his own eyes to enjoy a newfound closeness that he never imagined existed for someone like him.

That moment soon turned into hours as Daryl joined his wife in slumber, eventually guiding Beth down with him as he stretched himself out on the couch, tangling his limbs with hers until it was unclear where he ended and she began. Although that had been the point of today hadn't it? He didn't end anywhere anymore, and she didn't begin anywhere. They were one now, they'd been joined together, forever.