Room Three – The Bedroom
A couple of hours passed by as the newlyweds lay wrapped around each other in the very position they'd fallen asleep, Beth with her back against the couch and Daryl facing her, his limbs still entwined with hers and his wife's cheek against his chest.
Daryl woke first (before Beth had even stirred) just like he had every morning since they'd shared a bed. He opened his eyes in the now hazy light of the room to find Beth still sleeping soundly, her bright yellow hair sprawled out messily over both him and the couch, and a pool of warm drool sticking her chin to his chest. He stretched himself carefully around her body, freeing one hand and brushing the pad of his thumb across the corner of her mouth, wiping away the wetness.
A smile tugged at Daryl's lips as Beth's beautiful face twitched under his touch and she licked her lips. He watched, entranced by the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out against him, and at how the bursts of warm air from her lungs caressed his chest and licked at his insides like flames. He didn't have the heart to wake her… even though all he really wanted to do right now was kiss her.
So instead, he decided to trace his rough fingertips as gently as possible along the contours of her hourglass figure, shoulder to thigh, sighing contentedly as he buried his nose into her hair. He closed his eyes and inhaled her unmistakable and completely intoxicating fragrance, unable to stop his already semi erect cock from digging into Beth's thigh.
Daryl loved to watch Beth in the few moments before she would wake each morning; when she looked so content and innocent, when her limbs were still entwined with his and she was moulded to him like an invisible thread had sewn them together in the night. In those few brief moments every morning, when complete and utter peace would wash over him and when Daryl knew he'd never be happier, the dread of what it would feel like to lose her again would once more swamp his mind, and all he wanted to do was bury his body so deeply inside hers that it would be impossible for anyone to ever separate them again.
But he hadn't, and the house being full of people and the prospect of being interrupted by Judy or Carl or being heard by Rick and Michonne had only been part of the reason, an excuse. He hadn't because he'd felt ashamed. He didn't want to be exposed and naked in the light of the day. He didn't want Beth seeing the imperfections and inadequacies that were written all over his body for fear they would disgust her like they disgusted him.
But after today, after hearing Beth Greene promise in front of God and her family to always care for him, love him, protect and cherish him... forsaking all others... through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, he'd finally gone some way to letting go of that shame… and he already felt more at peace than he'd ever felt in his life.
As his hand fumbled back up along his wife's side, Daryl lifted a handful of her hair and wound it around his fingers, pressing his lips to the circular scar on her temple as thoughts of pulling her from her slumber, of continuing with their wedding night, of making love to her until morning and doing the things he'd never before dared to, crowded his heart and head.
As if his new wife could hear his thoughts and sense his intentions, Beth wriggled against him. She groaned against his chest, exhaling slowly and deeply as Daryl's hand now rubbed impatiently in gentle sweeps across her hip bone and the smooth skin of her belly, barely skimming through the top of her soft blonde curls. As he watched his tanned fingers trace circles over her pale flesh, he thought that the blonde looked and felt different somehow; curvier, softer, fuller maybe. Before Daryl had much chance to think on it further, Beth moaned loudly, stretching and turning over to face the back of the couch, shuffling herself backwards and settling her curves against the taught firm muscles of her husband's body.
Daryl turned his head, glancing over his shoulder to seek out the grandfather clock whose ticking was now an unwelcome reminder that time was running out for him if he wanted to keep his promise… his plans, which so far hadn't gone as well as he'd… well, planned.
It was almost twenty after ten, a little over three hours since they'd stepped into their new home for the first time as man and wife and he'd fucked her shamefully quickly and roughly against the front door. He supposed he'd done slightly better in the living room… but he knew that she deserved much more than he'd given her so far.
Daryl turned back around and curled his arms tightly around Beth, dragging her body backwards and aligning her delicate frame so it was flush with his, his mouth now trailing warm wet eager kisses over the curve of her shoulder and upwards along the column of her neck as his lips encased her earlobe.
"Hey, time to wake up," he mumbled, his breath heavy and warm as it caressed Beth's sensitive flesh.
"I got plans. I wanna show ya the bedroom… our bedroom," he drawled huskily as his lips and whiskers scraped a burning trail of desire over her tingling skin, from ear to nape, feeling Beth shiver in his arms.
Beth yawned and moaned, her hand coming up to rub at her eyes as Daryl reached around to massage the swell of her soft breast, his thumb sweeping forcefully back and forth over her smooth pink nipple until it was a hardened peak and goose bumps littered every single inch of her body.
Daryl knew he'd never tire of watching the way Beth's body reacted to his fumbled touches. How even half asleep, Beth could reassure him he was doing something right. How she could show him she loved him, show him she wanted him, without so much as a word or a look.
"Mmmm… how long did I sleep? You shoulda woken me." Beth slowly opened her eyes, the thrill of Daryl's touches bubbling under her skin and finally waking both her body and mind. She twisted in her husband's crushing embrace and pressed her mouth to his in a soft lingering kiss.
"Plans huh? That sounds nice. I might even have some of my own," she whispered, grinning at him mischievously before closing her eyes again. The blonde traced the tip of her nose lightly around his, placing soft kisses across his face and humming sweetly. Daryl closed his eyes. He let his fingers stroke lazy circles over her firm round ass cheeks, and a groan of happiness rumble low in his throat, revelling in Beth's feather light touches as she scraped at his scalp and neck.
"I thought you'd forgotten about our little wager… since you fell asleep on me… old man!" Beth teased, her mouth barely brushing over his and her words followed by a soft melodic giggle.
Daryl's eyes shot open, then narrowed in mock indignation as he pulled back to look at the beautiful giggling mess in his arms. He slapped his palm down gently on her backside, his big splayed hand covering it almost completely as he squeezed and massaged with force, pulling her into him so she could feel exactly how ready he was to carry on, before leaning in closer. "Yer old man ain't done yet. Just takin' a power nap while you crashed out on me was all."
Beth felt her husband's lips curling into a smirk against her cheek as he continued in a low sexy whisper. "And just so we're clear... I am gonna win this wager, Mrs Dixon, 'cause I am gonna make love to ya in every room in this house before mornin'. Then I'mma claim whatever I decide ya owe me."
Daryl hitched Beth's leg over his hip and ground her hot slick centre over his erection as he held on tightly to her ass. Beth gasped out, her eyes shooting open and becoming instantly dark as that ache started to throb deep in her core at her husband's confident words. The blonde pulled back far enough so she was looking straight into Daryl's eyes, her fingers idly tracing over the greying whiskers covering his jawline.
"That's fightin' talk from where I come from. Maybe my plan is to wear you out before we make it outta the bedroom… or maybe you'll just go ahead and fall asleep on me again," Beth goaded as she widened her eyes and grinned, feeling herself becoming more daring, too.
"Maybe I just want my husband… my sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, husband… to fuck me," Beth enunciated, punctuating each word with a soft kiss to the corners of his mouth and eyes, before pausing for a moment. "Anywhere he wants… and any way he wants," she whispered against his ear, swallowing hard as she waited for his response.
It was clear how much more intimate Daryl was trying to be with her, how he was finally trying to open up and relax, and she wanted to do that for him, too. Beth wanted him to know it was okay for them to do or say anything in front of each other, to try new things, to discover what they liked… and didn't, and that he didn't have to feel embarrassed about any of it, but it was also okay if he did.
Daryl's hands grabbed either side of Beth's head as his mouth crushed blindly into hers, wiping the grin from her face and stealing the air from her lungs as his tongue stroked with purpose, lapping hard and forcefully around every contour of her gaping and overwhelmed mouth.
Beth was unable to breathe, or think, or move as Daryl used her mouth in the most beautiful new ways. His lips, teeth and tongue sucked and nipped and licked until she was powerless to do anything only give him what he wanted. Her surrender, her apology… because Beth understood right then and there that Daryl Dixon was not too old for anything. This bold and confident version of Daryl had Beth's insides clenching tightly, her centre moistening, and her body throbbing in anticipation of what else was to come.
Beth let herself revel in the thrilling sensations coursing through her veins for a while as Daryl grew more and more confident, using her body to make himself feel good for once as his hands and mouth left no part of her untouched… no part, except that part. The very part her entire entity craved him to touch. Beth desperately needed more. She'd never had to wait so long for him to get her off before and her whole body was coiled tight enough to unravel at the slightest touch.
"I love you," she mumbled breathlessly against his ear as she broke away from his kiss. She curled her fingers tightly around the warm, smooth, hard cock that was still pressing with purpose into her thigh, slowly stroking along the length of him as he inhaled sharply and groaned out.
"Love ya, too," Daryl mumbled back, "M'always gonna love ya." His voice was hardly audible as he snuggled his face into the curve of Beth's neck and nibbled at her flesh.
"I wanna see our bedroom," she mewled, capturing Daryl's earlobe with her teeth before slowly letting it go with a squelchy 'pop'.
Daryl growled out loudly and impatiently, his limbs flailing around uselessly as he attempted to untangle himself from around his bride and do exactly as she'd asked him. He found his feet and scooped her into his arms, settling her centre around his waist in one smooth movement and letting his mouth capture hers for one more heated kiss as his body trapped her against the open doorjamb.
Beth corralled his mouth with hers, holding him a willing captive as she kissed her husband with the same newfound passionate fervour he'd used with her moments earlier, nipping and sucking at his raw lips until he was the one moaning.
Beth's tongue slowed to lazily roll aside his, exploring the depths of Daryl's mouth, almost licking his soul and tasting the inferno of love that was burning inside him with an intensity she knew even the tiny life inside her must have been able to feel. The life growing inside her that she and Daryl had created months ago, and that she already loved as fiercely as she loved its daddy.
Despite wanting nothing more than to bury himself inside his wife's heat and fuck her through the nearest wall once more, the need to do new things, things that Beth might like, things that he might like, was even more powerful. So, with all the self-control he could muster, Daryl broke their kiss, hoisted Beth higher, gripped her ass tighter and finished crossing the hallway, before ascending the moonlit stairs.
Beth hardly stopped to draw breath, distracting herself from the overwhelming need to share her secret with her husband. She tugged at his hair as his fingers grasped her ass, she blew warm air softly across the shell of his ear and sucked at his neck until they both knew it would be bruised. By the time they reached their bedroom door, Daryl's heart was pounding hard enough to burst from his sternum, his pulse throbbing loudly enough to drown out a nuclear explosion, and his stomach churning until he thought he might be sick.
It was excitement.
Something he'd never let himself feel before. Not really. He'd felt happy, nervous and grateful, wanted and loved (and as horny as a damn teenager) whenever he was with Beth, but he'd never felt excited. He was always too busy concentrating on what he was doing, on not disappointing the only person that had ever shown him any affection. He'd been too distracted by his nerves, on hiding his scars and inadequacies, on trying to make sex last longer than thirty seconds, on keeping himself quiet, keeping Beth quiet… but not one of those things was important now.
Daryl broke away from Beth's unrelenting assault on his mouth and reached for the doorknob, pushing open the door and revealing a semi-dark and fragrant space. Honeysuckle. Obviously another of Maggie's touches, Daryl mused to himself as he wondered what other surprises his sister-in-law had left for them around the house. He reasoned it was his own stupid ass fault for letting her talk him into 'making the place nice'.
"Next stop on the Dixon house tour… the bedroom," Daryl started as Beth gazed at him, her lips now swollen and deep pink and her face not too many shades behind. Her big eyes, although darkened and heavy with desire, overflowed with nothing but love and excitement as she gazed at her man, her thumb rubbing back and forth over Daryl's equally raw and swollen lips.
"Our room," Daryl finished quietly as he tucked an unruly curl back behind Beth's ear, softly kissing along the side of her face until he could feel her skin tingle and a shiver take hold of her. He pulled back to look at her properly, his pupils blown, lids almost closed as the fire in his eyes set ablaze every inch of her flesh they hungrily darted across.
"Hmmm, our bedroom? You best show me everythin', don't wanna be trippin' over 'cause I don't know where stuff is. You know how clumsy I am." Beth wiggled her eyebrows and bit down into her lower lip as seductively as she could, before her face lit up with a smile.
"Everythin'?" Daryl echoed as he stepped into the room and slammed the door shut behind them with his foot. "Might take a while. Ya sure ya don't want me to show ya tomorrow?" Daryl asked huskily, still moving towards the edge of the bed as a huge smirk crossed his lips, his eyes now burning even deeper and their heat licking at Beth's insides and leaving her gasping for air. "Been a long day already, Princess. Wouldn't ya rather sleep?" he drawled, before unconsciously poking out his tongue and tracing it around his slightly parted lips, still completely unaware of how insanely wet that one action alone could make his wife.
Beth shook her head wildly, grinding her soaked pussy downwards over Daryl's now sticky and leaking cock. "What about your promise… please," she whimpered as she pulled him close and licked softly at the join of his lips, her voice betraying how small and feeble she felt right now. The thought of him leaving her like this for even one more moment… aching and on fire, and empty and desperate for him to do something, to touch her… was too much to bear.
Daryl deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing back just as softly against hers as he climbed onto the edge of the mattress and lowered Beth backwards until she was laid out under him. Her slender legs remained locked tightly around his hips as she grasped at his hair and pulled him forward, grinding her centre against his erection impatiently.
"So… this is our bed. Ya like it?" Daryl rasped deeply and huskily into Beth's burning flesh, delaying and teasing for just a while longer as she nodded and moaned impatiently.
Daryl peeled his lips from his wife's, his mouth beginning to burn a torturously slow hot wet trail of kisses from the hollow of her throat to the hardened peak of her breasts, first one, then the other. His hands unfurling her legs from around him and anchored her feet to the mattress either side of his glistening torso.
Daryl was focused on one thing only. Finally doing what he'd never had the nerve to do before; not even when they'd been on the couch and she'd bared her most intimate parts to him for the first time, letting him see and smell how turned on she was.
"I wanna eat yer pussy," he mumbled shyly, needing to say it out loud before he lost his confidence.
Daryl pressed his lips into the soft warm skin just below Beth's navel, a deliberately unhurried and hesitant kiss that was, even now and after everything, seeking permission to carry on. "I wanna know what ya taste like… and I wanna make ya come," he drawled.
On those last words, his eyes flicked up to lock with hers, and Beth's whole body tightened, vibrating deliciously as if she were the taut string of Daryl's loaded crossbow; his words, his breath, his touch, the fire in his eyes, all propelling their way through her body like a bolt. Her pulse raced, her heart banged, and her head felt like it was filling with the smoke from the fire that was burning inside her; slow moving, dense, heavy smoke that left her mind clouded and disorientated and her mouth so dry she couldn't voice an answer.
All Beth could do was nod her head and implore him with her eyes, whimpering out as she rocked her hips under him, pushing upwards into his hardened body and almost begging once more for him to do it. To do the thing she'd hoped he'd do now they were alone and married and finally able to express the mad crazy lust they felt for each other. The desire they'd ignored and repressed for so long.
That was all the encouragement Daryl needed.
His mouth zigzagged soft kisses slowly across the rest of her belly, across her hips, first one then the other. Then down lower, his nose trailing through the heady scent that lingered in her soft blonde curls; the dirty bittersweet mixture that was both him and her, until he was finally knelt between her open legs in the plush carpeted floor of their room. He grabbed Beth's ankles and dragged her centre towards him, groaning out as he lavished languid heated kisses along the velvety skin of her long legs, one then the other.
When he couldn't hold out any longer, he inched closer, licking and sucking at that same dirty bittersweet juice that slicked his wife's inner thighs; Beth's sweat and arousal and his own cum. The beautiful mix of them.
As he finished cleaning her up, Daryl lifted Beth's legs over his broad shoulders, gnawing on his lower lip as his darkened eyes raked over her glistening pink slit, but this time in hunger not fear.
Beth didn't know what to expect from oral sex because she'd never let anyone touch her like that before, but whatever she'd imagined… however pleasurable she'd hoped it would be to have Daryl's divine mouth between her legs (and she had imagined it lots), was nothing compared with how incredible it felt experiencing the first stroke of his hot heavy tongue sliding through her soaked and throbbing folds.
Although her mind may still have been clouded, her body's reactions were instinctive; natural responses to the sparks of pleasure burning through her veins as her knees fell further apart and her back arched up off the bed. She let a long lustful moan of his name rumble past her lips, let her eyelids close tightly over eyes that had already rolled back in ecstasy, and let her hands weave roughly through Daryl's hair, anchoring his mouth to her heat, urging him to do it again.
Daryl watched in awe as his wife bucked and moaned at the first slow lick of his tongue through her pussy. He slid his thumbs into her folds and held her open, this time dragging the flat of his tongue over her entrance and licking over and over, before plunging inside her tight heat to experience her intoxicating taste properly for the first time.
Beth squirmed at the strange but delicious sensation of his hot, wet, malleable tongue swirling around inside her entrance, gasping his name between her pleas for more. Daryl buried his face further into her, licking lasciviously and probing her opening more deeply, experimenting with kisses and sucks and licks, before dragging his tongue upwards in one slow firm stroke and flicking over her swollen clit. Daryl savoured both the noises of pleasure coming from his wife, and the sticky sweet arousal that was now coating his tongue and chin and whiskers in equal amounts.
Beth groaned and gasped, moaning Daryl's name and scraping his scalp with her nails as he swirled the tip of his tongue in slow smooth circles around her aching clit. She couldn't help but buck her hips upwards, her body greedily demanding more as she became overcome by every wonderful new sensation flooding her senses.
Daryl traced along each and every contour of his wife's pussy with his tongue; slow licks and soft kisses, then faster sweeps and harder sucks until he knew what made her moan loudest, until every beautiful thing about her most intimate place was etched into his memory, like the scars etched into his back… forever.
"Daryl..., that feels so good. Oh, god. I'm so close," Beth whimpered, no more than breathless whispers as she gasped for air and moaned feebly, her hand now stroking Daryl's cheek as she ground her pussy against his face and dug her heels into his strong broad shoulders, seeking release.
Daryl growled out, the vibrations dancing through Beth's core as his hands slid upwards over the curves of her body, burning their way through her tender tingling flesh until she felt her insides melting. He blindly squeezed and groped at the underside of both her breasts, tugging at her impossibly hard nipples in response to her praise. Then his lips clamped down around her clit and he suckled and teased, taking her to the very edge of the abyss once more.
Beth could feel the first sparks of orgasm igniting and firing off through her body as her centre pulsed and her body thrummed. As she rocked against him, her body heaving and burning and her breaths hard and fast, Daryl held her down, smothering her body with his hands, gripping her hips and pulling her closer. His tongue lapped softly and quickly over and around her throbbing bundle of nerves as he kissed and sucked at the hot flesh of her pussy, drinking down everything she gave him and happily drowning in the exquisite taste that was his wife's desire for him.
"Daryl!" Beth cried as she pulled his head downwards and thrust her hips upwards, her orgasm happening hard and suddenly over her husband's face as she moaned and panted out all kinds of praise. His mouth remained pressed against her clit as she exploded, her pussy contracting rapidly and her juices soaking him.
Daryl pulled back to watch her, taking a beat before he continued to lick her, his tongue now moving gently and slowly around her pulsing clit and over her convulsing entrance as he cleaned her up. It was too much though, her body jerking and shaking uncontrollably as her knees clamped shut. Daryl's tongue was like sandpaper and his whiskers grazed almost painfully over her hypersensitive flesh. Beth's hands grabbed at Daryl's head as she gasped for air, guiding him out from between her legs.
All she wanted to do right now was kiss him and hold him against a part of her body that wasn't the epicentre of the quake currently rocking through her core, a part that hadn't just burst open… although honestly, her whole body felt like it had split open, burning with happiness and joy.
Daryl understood. He pressed feather light kisses into her abdomen, groaning into her tender flesh as he finally crawled up to lie on his side next to her, licking his lips and wiping his face in the bedspread before holding her shaking form against his own out of breath and sweaty body. He stroked her hair and traced a fingertip down the middle of her body, watching her shiver and pant as a contented smile spread itself across his face.
"I wish I'd done that a long time ago," Daryl whispered as he nuzzled his cheek into the damp curls stuck to Beth's shoulder, watching her body struggle for air as the sweaty sheen of her flushed breasts caught distractingly in the silvery moonlight, reminding him of the dull ache between his own legs.
As much as Daryl needed his own release, he needed to know Beth was okay. If he had to lie there all night with a painfully engorged dick and aching, throbbing balls, he would have. But Beth only lay un-moving for a couple of moments before turning her head to look at him through wide shining sapphire eyes.
"I think I might've made too much noise." Beth's quiet voice seemed to boom in the silence of the bedroom as she bit down on her lip and gently pushed Daryl's sweaty bangs out of his face.
Daryl let his eyes wander over her face as he traced the pad of his thumb over her lips, making her smile as he considered his reply, deciding honesty was the only option.
"I like hearin' ya moan like that," Daryl admitted finally, his neck and face flushing deep pink even though a wicked and proud smirk pulled at his lips.
Beth widened her already huge eyes. "Guess it makes ya feel all manly knowin' you're so good I can't keep quiet, huh?" Beth teased, giggling sweetly before abruptly rolling Daryl onto his back and pinning him to the bed. The blonde sat astride his hips, purposefully sliding her still throbbing and soaked pussy along the length of his erection to torment him, enjoying watching his eyes darken and his breath quicken.
Beth threaded her small fingers through his and pressed his hands into the soft covers either side of his head, Daryl only too happy to let his wife mould and tease him any way she pleased right now.
"You wanna make me moan again now?" Beth asked in a whisper, squeezing her hands lovingly into his as she gazed down on him, her hair hanging messily around her shoulders and her eyes ablaze with the same desire as she could see burning in his.
After an eternity of staring at each other, pulses pounding and hearts thumping as excitement took hold, Beth dropped forward and kissed him. Her tongue forced its way past his lips and swept around his mouth. Daryl returned her kiss, harder and rougher, his face pushing into hers and his breath coming in short heavy bursts from his nostrils as their tongues and lips slurped and squelched. The smell of herself on his face and her taste on his lips as he thrust his tongue alongside hers was nothing short of intoxicating. It made her stomach flip and her pussy clench at the memory.
That feeling of emptiness, the ache in her core was back with a vengeance. She knew however many times he made her come, she would never feel fully sated until he was inside her. Until he was filling that space inside her body that had been made especially for him, just like he filled the spaces in her heart and soul that had been made just for him.
Beth rolled her hips and slowly impaled herself onto her husband's engorged cock, biting down into his lip, groaning and panting, her body burning as it stretched around him. Daryl tightened his grip on Beth's fingers and grunted out at the now familiar sensation of being inside his wife's body. Relief and pleasure colliding, coursing through his system and setting him aflame as she began to rock back and forth, squeezing and releasing the walls of her pussy around him until he could feel his body beginning to burst open at the seams.
Daryl suddenly flipped Beth over, one swift movement and he was on top of her, eliciting a startled squeal from the blonde as he bounced with her in the softness of the mattress. The archer held his solid frame above Beth's for a moment, his cock still buried deeply inside her as he pinned her to their bed. Daryl's hands moved to hold hers captive above her head as his mouth hovered over the throbbing pulse point in her neck, his breath coming in short hard bursts as he tried to come back from the edge.
"Yeah, reckon I'm feelin' pretty manly right about now, Princess," he boasted, his voice a low ragged drawl as he pulled back his hips and thrust deep inside her, his balls slapping against the wet flesh of her ass.
"Oh, god," Beth cried loudly, wholly unprepared for the feeling that flooded her system as he smashed into a place inside her that made her want to sing and scream and cry and cuss and come all over him. "Oh, god, don't stop," she panted, her face scrunched up in concentrated pleasure. She gripped her fingers tightly around her husband's, a loud grunt escaping him as her tight ribbed walls crushed around him impatiently, almost squeezing him to the point of no return once more.
"Don't. Gonna finish if ya keep doin' that," he mumbled, one hand now cupping her face, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing across the soft delicate skin of her cheek as he took a second to look at her and catch his breath. She had absolutely no idea what she did to him, how hard she made him through just an innocent touch or word, how she made it so difficult for him to not shoot off before he even got inside her.
Daryl dipped his head and brushed his lips against hers, groaning as his tongue filled her mouth in the same delicious way his cock was filling her pussy… to the point of it being too much, but at the same time, not being nearly enough.
He wanted more. He wanted to give her more. So, pulling himself away from her swollen lips and resting his forehead into hers, he slid his hand under the small of her back. He tilted her hips upwards and gently rocked up into her body until he met resistance; long, slow thrusts that hit that same firm spot inside her over and over, Beth whimpering and moaning his name until her vision blurred and her centre began to contract uncontrollably.
"Oh, god… I'm comin'…" she gasped, wrapping her arms around Daryl's neck and pressing her lips into his as she squeezed her eyes closed to stop the spinning. One more thrust into that spot and he felt her body tighten and release, over and over as she finally fell apart around him, pulling him towards his own ending.
"I love ya," he whispered breathlessly, his mouth pressing kiss after passionate kiss into hers as he fucked her harder and deeper, until he was completely lost in the feel of her squeezing and releasing around him, lost in the sounds of her satisfied moans and gasps as his swollen cock pounded through her climax.
"I love you more," Beth panted, her hands now twisted in his hair, her lips kissing frantically down the column of his neck, lapping at his sweat soaked flesh and sucking right where x marked the spot on his clavicle. "Come for me," Beth moaned, her breathless words vibrating right through the bone and through into his chest cavity, spiralling downwards until they collided and exploded with the throb rising up from his groin.
"Fuck," he cried, as he dug his fingers into her ass cheek almost painfully, pulling her impossibly close and burying himself so deep inside her he thought he might never find his way back. And he didn't even want to, because as his climax ripped open his body and he felt his warm seed splashing against her still pulsing insides once more, he realized the safety of Beth's body and her unwavering acceptance were the only things preventing him from slipping into oblivion.
Daryl collapsed on top of her, letting her stroke his hair and settle his head to lay on her shoulder as they both caught their breath. They lay there un-moving for an age, until the room was once again silent, and his softened cock had slipped from her pussy.
"Daryl, can you smell honeysuckle? I noticed it when we came in, but you were kinda occupyin' my mouth, so I couldn't say anythin'," Beth mused as she stared at the ceiling, still running her fingers rhythmically through Daryl's long damp locks.
"Yeah, it's yer sister. Told her she could come over and… I'unno, make the place nice fer ya. Ain't got no idea what she's done 'cept the candles downstairs and whatever's in here." Daryl lifted his head and kissed Beth's cheek, before rolling onto his back and sprawling out next to her.
"I like it. It reminds me of home… I mean the farm. Maggie pretends she's not bothered about sentimental stuff… but I know she is." After a few more moments of silence Beth turned her head to face Daryl. She'd felt his eyes searing across every inch of her body with a heat that was making her burn crimson. "Didn't your momma ever tell you it's rude to stare, Daryl Dixon? Don't look at me like that! I look such a mess, I know I do!" Beth chastised as she tried to calm down her hair, closing her legs as Daryl's eyes continued to roam her body.
"I ain't never seen nothin' as sexy as yer just-been-fucked hair," Daryl told her boldly, smiling lovingly as he ran his fingertips through an unruly curl she'd missed, tugging on it gently before skimming his hand over her temple. "Except this. This is kinda sexier," he whispered as he traced his fingertips along the side of her face, then down the contours of her body, kissing the end of her nose.
Beth couldn't help but shudder at his touch and blush at his compliments as she sat herself up, pulling her knees into her chest and wrapping her arms around them, looked around the room properly for the first time. It was so pretty. Very feminine. Even through the silvery glow of moonlight she could see well enough. There was solid mahogany furniture; a dressing table, night stands, drawers, cheval mirror, and of course their bed, which appeared to be a four-poster queen. Pretty pink damask wallpaper adorned the walls, crystal lights hung from the walls, gorgeous cream curtains framed the window and thick white plush carpet covered the floor. As her eyes lowered to the comforter under them, she fingered a piece of the prettiest pink floral silk bed linen she'd ever seen.
"Ya like it, Princess?" Daryl asked, watching her face light up as she scanned the room, wide eyed.
"No! I love it! It's beautiful… it's brand new and perfect." Beth beamed at Daryl as his warm palm rubbed slowly up and down her spine and his lips pressed a kiss into her hip.
"Figured ya deserved somethin' new and beautiful and perfect, seein' as I got ya today and all you got was me," he mumbled as he kissed her hip once more, this time lingering there as he closed his eyes.
Beth roughly pushed his head away from her and rolled him onto his back, glaring as angrily as she could at him. Which wasn't very angrily at all. Whenever she tried to be mad at him for putting himself down, for letting those feelings of self-hate and unworthiness creep in, an overwhelming sense of guilt would wash over her, as if she was just about to scold a puppy.
"Daryl Dixon, if I even hear ya thinkin' that way again I'm gonna be real pissed, ya hear? And there ain't gonna be nothin' beautiful, nor perfect about what I'll do to ya neither." Beth kept her voice low but forceful as she lapsed into a thick Southern accent. Her eyes scanned his face and she couldn't help but feel that guilt bubble up once more. Daryl looked dejected, heartbroken, as if he knew he'd ruined the moment and had no idea how to make it right.
Beth ran her thumb over the join of his lips before he even had chance to try. "I'm sorry, I'm mot mad at you… but you know it breaks my heart when you say stuff like that about yourself. You are beautiful, Daryl, and you are perfect. I love you and I know I'm gonna want you and need you till my dyin' day."
Beth stroked her hand through her husband's hair, shuffling herself around until she was laid on her side facing him. She leaned into him and kissed the corner of his mouth in apology, hoping she could bring him back round, hoping she hadn't just ruined the whole evening.
"Know what else I know?" she asked softly, her eyes holding his captive as she traced her nails along the muscles of his shoulder, moving to massage his scalp as she threaded them into the hair behind his ear. "I know if we somehow come back as ghosts and not walkers, my ghost is gonna love your ghost for all eternity. So, you're stuck with me forever, Mr Dixon. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be." Beth gave him one of her beautiful grins, and Daryl couldn't help but grin, too, reaching out to gently sweep his thumb over her cheekbone as he wondered what he ever did to deserve such an angel.
"Really, Princess? Ghost us'es?" Daryl cocked his eyebrow and pushed his fingers through the hair behind her ears before he rested his forehead into hers, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. Right then Daryl wanted to talk and never stop. He started to organize through his thoughts; trying to find the right words to apologize and explain why he was the way he was, why he would probably always be damaged and broken, but that it wasn't on her, that she'd already healed him in ways he never knew possible, and that he'd never stop trying to be the man she deserved.
As long as he had her by his side, he would never stop trying…
"Daryl, where's the bathroom?" Beth asked sleepily, interrupting Daryl's thoughts and stopping his plans in their tracks as she pressed an open-mouthed kiss into his lips.
"Over there," Daryl mumbled, pressing his lips more forcefully into hers before nodding in the direction of the far corner. As Beth climbed down from their bed and headed to the bathroom he folded one arm under his head and stretched out, gnawing on the jagged skin of his thumb, deciding to leave it for now as a smile once more pulled at his lips.
Beth pulled open the door and flicked on the light, only to find it was a huge walk in closet… a closet filled with clothes she recognized as hers and more that she didn't. "Daryl, did you put all my stuff in here?" Beth squealed.
"Maggie. Told ya, she's been busy," he mumbled, biting at his lip as he had a thought. "Hey, she ain't nestin' is she? D'ya think Rhee finally knocked yer big sis up?!" Daryl chuckled at that and Beth spun around to flash him a grin, rolling her eyes as her heart caught in her throat.
"Maybe. She hasn't said anythin'." Beth shrugged her shoulders, but she hoped that was the case. Maggie and Glenn had been trying for what seemed like forever for a baby, and she supposed it would be nice if their babies could be playmates… cousins growing up together. Beth really didn't want to think or talk about that right now though, later she knew she had to, but not now… and she still really needed to pee.
Beth switched off the light and closed the closet door, entering the bathroom and closing that door too, leaving Daryl in the dark for a while longer.
Beth seemed to have been gone for an eternity, or maybe Daryl had dozed off and lost track of time, because now he thought he could hear running water. After waiting an age for her to return, Daryl became restless. He got up and wandered over to the window, looking out onto the darkened streets of Alexandria. He remembered how he'd loathed this place to begin with. How he'd only given it a chance because that's what Beth would have done, for the kids if nothing else. But the place and some of the people had grown on him over the past eighteen months. He didn't think he'd ever really fit in though, not like Beth did. His sort wasn't meant to live in a fancy suburbia. But now he was, now he had the house, a wife, friends, a weird and wonderful family… he kind of liked it. More than liked it.
He just couldn't stop wondering when someone would tell him it was all a big fucking joke and ask him to leave. Merle would've told him he'd been pussy whipped and his days on this earth were numbered. That he'd gone soft and weak and was about as much use as a pair of tits on a nun. But what Merle, or anyone from his past would have said didn't matter anymore, because while they were all dead and buried, he was the one still breathing. It was what he wanted and what Beth thought that mattered now.
Daryl was so deep in thought he hadn't realised Beth was standing behind him until he felt her cool freshly washed hands slip around his waist and her warm cheek press against his back.
"What's so interestin' out there that you forgot to tell me we have a huge freestandin' tub sittin' empty in our bathroom?" Beth asked, stretching up and kissing between Daryl's shoulder blades, guiding him round to face her and linking her fingers around the back of his neck.
"Didn't want ya thinkin' I was insinuatin' ya needed to wash," Daryl told her as he curled his arms around Beth's waist and kissed her temple.
"Well, that's a shame 'cause I already started fillin' it with water, thought you might wanna take a nice long soak with your new wife," Beth explained before tugging on Daryl's hair and kissing the hollow at the base of his throat, pulling a low groan from him.
Daryl lifted her just high enough that her toes were skimming the carpet, his mouth now kissing softly along her jaw as her head hung back and he walked her towards the bathroom and the enticing sound of running water.
He stopped in front of the door and put her down, combing his fingertips through the hair at her temple as his body pressed her into the doorjamb. "Room number four on the Dixon house tour is the bathroom. Sounds like ya already got plans for the tub, but I reckon there's still a few other things in here that I might wanna show ya. Just so ya get the whole detailed tour ya asked for."
Beth's eyes widened and her pupils dilated in excitement as she swallowed hard and bit into her bottom lip. "Like what kinda things?" she asked huskily, her mouth suddenly as dry as a bone and her heart pounding in her chest.
Daryl leaned down and captured her earlobe between his teeth, groaning as he kissed his way down the curve of her neck and shoulder before answering.
"Ya saw that huge mirror in there, Princess? The one over the sink?" he asked, feeling Beth's head nod enthusiastically against his face. "Well, after we take that long soak in the tub yer plannin', after I've washed every inch a' ya, I'mma make ya watch while I fuck ya on that super expensive counter top," he rasped before reaching out behind her to push open the door, lacing his strong fingers through her trembling ones and leading her into the warm steamy darkness of the bathroom.
