Room 4 – The Bathroom

Beth looked up from her place in the tub to find Daryl staring at her. She reached out and took hold of his hand, guiding it to her mouth and softly kissing each of his fingertips. Daryl's eyes instantly shot up to lock with hers. The bright blue orbs that were now glistening mischievously in the candlelight as she stared back at him and that smile settled on her face. The smile that could stop, start, slow and quicken Daryl's heartbeat all at once, making him feel sick and dizzy but more alive than he ever thought possible.

"Watcha waitin' for, husband?" she asked, "I thought you wanted to wash me. Then... I think we should find out if you bangin' me on that counter is as amazin' as I'm imaginin' it's gonna be," she finished, rubbing her thumb across his knuckles as her blue eyes became dark, opening wide as she saw the way he was still staring at her. Like he was a starving man who wanted to devour her... over and over. That thought only adding to the throb already pounding away in her core.

"Since you found all those nice things Maggie left for us, you best bring them here!" Beth sang sweetly, letting go of his hand and rolling her eyes, eager to be back in her favourite place in the world... her husband's strong safe arms.

Daryl shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut for a second to break his daydream and help him focus. "Yes ma'am," he drawled deeply, unable to stop a smile from tugging at his lips at Beth's obvious impatience to carry on with their wedding night.

Daryl pressed a kiss to the top of his wife's head as he plonked the crate of toiletries down on the tiled floor next to her, finally stepping into the tub and sinking waist deep into the steaming fragrant water. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her hot slippery body to sit between his outstretched legs as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

That was the moment Daryl Dixon knew, without doubt, that heaven really did exist. Heaven wasn't a fictional place in the clouds reserved for good people after they departed this world. It was a real place, here on earth. It was this, it was now... it was Beth.

As the blonde sat propped silently between his legs, her body resting against his chest like she was afraid he might disappear if she left the slightest gap between them, he took the opportunity to touch her. To trace his fingers up and down the silk like skin of her arms in long slow strokes as they rested on the sides of the tub. He knew he'd never get enough of the peace and happiness that washed over his dark and broken soul when they were alone... him content to hold her, forever if he could, and her letting him, looking at him like he was her world.

A look of pure contentment settled on Daryl's face as he felt Beth's body gradually turning limp against him, as she let out tiny satisfied mumbles and groans and rubbed her toes gently back and forth along his lower leg, snuffling every so often in contentment.

Daryl decided his life was never going to get any more perfect than it was right now. There wasn't one thing that could possibly make it better, because he knew now what is was to be loved by someone, what it was to love them, and Daryl loved Beth Greene with an intense and indescribable passion he always thought was just fairy-tale, happy-ever-after bullshit. Until he figured out it wasn't just fairy-tale, happy-ever-after bullshit. It was real… because Beth was his Princess, she was his happy-ever-after.

As Daryl nuzzled his face into the curve of her shoulder, he closed his eyes and dragged his hands hungrily up and down her thighs, realising he couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a bath. Maybe it was years ago. Like maybe thirty years ago. He'd showered plenty (or what he classed as plenty), but he'd always thought baths were meant for kids, or women; they were too fancy, they took too long, and they were just way too much hassle.

Or, they used to be…

Right about now the archer couldn't think of anything he'd rather do every night when he came home dirty and sweaty, than share a tub full of hot water and bubbles with his even hotter wife. Although, honestly, he knew he'd have been just as content to close the door on the world outside and make love to his wife anywhere in their new little house. He couldn't help wondering how long it would take to christen the whole of it… every piece of furniture, every surface, every possible corner of every room.

After a few moments of imagining doing things to Beth he shouldn't have been doing, in places he shouldn't have been doing them, an overwhelming wave of silence and peace washed over him. It was then he realized that Beth had fallen asleep on him. Her breathing had become louder, more of a snore really - although because Daryl liked his balls where they were, he'd decided never to mention that to her out loud.

Daryl decided to let her doze for a while longer, curling his arms tightly around her waist again and enjoying her cute little snuffling and snoring sounds as she snuggled into him. He nuzzled his face into the damp matted hair at her shoulder, inhaling that one smell that could calm him like nothing else… the unmistakably intoxicating smell of Beth. His fingers traced lazy circles across the soft swell of her stomach, his deep husky voice mumbling how much he loved her as his lips moved gently over her flesh… until his own eyelids had closed.

Maybe only a minute passed by, or maybe it was sixty, but eventually a cold shudder ran through his core, jolting him from his slumber. Daryl's eyes sprung open as he shot forward. Beth was almost submerged between his legs. He dragged her back against his chest before kissing the damp warm skin of her neck. Daryl pulled his knees up and squeezed her tight, his hands taking once last chance to roam the contours of her body before she moved and this moment of heaven was lost.

Beth shivered at the shock awakening, her heavy-lidded eyes opening and her head turning to look at the man behind her. "Hey," mumbled Beth, a smile curling at her lips.

"Since when is sleepin' part a' the plan?" he rasped breathily against her ear.

"Hmmm, I wasn't sleepin'," Beth mumbled, "Just givin' you time to rest, so you can carry on with your plan … old man!" she chuckled, wide awake now as she used Daryl's knees to push herself upright, kissing firmly along the whiskers covering his jaw and groaning noisily.

"Are ya gonna quit with the name callin'? This ol' man's good to go, anytime, Miss Sleepin' Beauty," Daryl told her confidently as he pulled her lower body backward into the obvious hardness now crushed between their bodies, kissing her temple. "First I'mma get these knots outta yer hair," he whispered against her ear, tugging on the scraggly clumps of damp hair stuck to her back.

Just as Daryl leaned forward to reach over the side of the tub for the shampoo, Beth disappeared under the water, sliding between his legs and submerging herself completely before eventually coming back up for air with a splash and a gasp.

"What?!" she panted breathlessly, looking over her shoulder and grinning at her questioning husband as she ran her hands over her head, glistening water droplets and bubbles running fast from her hair and face and dripping onto her chest.

Daryl returned her grin, his eyes sparkling the prettiest and most vibrant shade of blue she'd ever been before as he cocked an eyebrow at her from under his bangs. "C'mere," he drawled as he grabbed hold of her shoulders and twisted her back around, haphazardly squirting way too much shampoo onto her head. He started to grab handfuls of her hair, lifting it upwards and attempting to spread the thick liquid through the ends, unable to resist kissing the two beautiful moles that sat between her shoulder blades, which elicited a groan of delight from the blonde.

The thick shampoo, water and suds flicked everywhere as Daryl scrubbed at her scalp, struggling to stop the hair he'd piled up from falling back down. Beth wiped at her eyes and tipped her head as far back as she could to try to help him.

"That feels nice," Beth encouraged, gently squeezing his knee. Even though her ears were full of suds and her eyes were stinging from the shampoo, she refused to tease her husband over his clumsy and uncoordinated attempt at washing her hair. Daryl needed praise, not more confidence crushing put downs. She knew he'd had enough of those to last him a thousand lifetimes.

Daryl rinsed her face and finally wiped away the excess suds, even though he realised Beth would probably already be blind from the amount of soap his stupid ass had allowed to run into her eyes. When he finally had everything under control his fingers began to alternate between rubbing at her scalp and stroking through the long soapy lengths of hair now hanging against her back.

After a few moments Beth found the steady, firm movement of his fingertips dragging against her scalp and back to be rhythmical and hypnotic, soothing and relaxing. Daryl's rough skin rubbing smoothly against hers making her sleepy again as her head dropped forward.

Daryl tugged on the ends of Beth's hair and tilted her head back again, letting his bangs fall across her face as he leaned over her, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Ya don't gotta be nice. I know I ain't no good at this. Ain't never needed to wash no-one's hair before," he mumbled shyly into her flesh, pressing another kiss to the round scar on her temple.

"I'm not bein' nice because you're doin' just fine, baby," she gasped before pausing for a second. "Maybe… a little less shampoo next time is all?" she suggested more tentatively, squinting up at him through her reddened eyes. "But your hands, oh my god, they feel amazin'. You do know you're gonna be washin' my hair for me from now on," Beth gabbled enthusiastically as she squeezed his knee and rubbed his muscular warm thigh, grinning mischievously at him.

Daryl pressed his lips into her neck, groaning softly as he playfully rubbed his whiskers along her soapy jaw until he could feel a cold shudder run through her center and see the goose-bumps breaking out over her flesh as her nipples stood to attention above the water line. "Ain't just yer hair I'mma be washin', Princess," he promised in a whisper.

He quickly kissed her cheek and pushed her into an upright position, rinsing her hair as carefully as he could. They sat quietly as he smothered conditioner through the ends, combing his fingers through the gloopy mess and tugging gently through the tangles until it was smooth and knot free, Beth emitting tiny groans of pleasure as the ache back inside her center throbbed more intensely with every one of his touches, every one of his promises.

"There was a note from yer sister in that crate," Daryl offered, finally interrupting the comfortable silence as he tipped Beth's head back and began to rinse one final time, making sure her eyes and ears were soap free.

"Hmmm?" Beth moaned questioningly, hardly able to concentrate on anything except the feel of his big rough hands as the warm water trickled deliciously down her face and chest, the suds slipping between her breasts and floating away across the tub. Then he stopped, the flat of his soft wet tongue suddenly following the curve of her neck, moving upwards over her clean flesh in one long slow lick until he reached her ear. He let out a long groan, his mouth encasing her lobe as he sucked it between his teeth, Beth shuddering and whimpering as her entire body froze and burst into flames simultaneously.

"She wants ya to enjoy usin' all this fancy stuff she left for ya. She also says I'm a dirty redneck… and ya oughta have yerself some fun cleanin' me," Daryl mumbled into her goose flesh, twirling Beth around until she was facing him. He pulled her up onto her knees and wedged her between his legs, the hardness of his now fully erect cock caught between the softness of her inner thighs.

"She's right. But don't tell her I said so," Daryl ordered in a threatening tone, grinning as he slid his hands around Beth's hips, squeezing her pert little ass cheeks until she moaned out in agreement. "I'm not gonna tell Maggie anythin' because she's wrong. I don't think you're anywhere near dirty enough!" Beth giggled.

"Ya like ya ol' man dirty?" Daryl asked, completely confused as he kissed slowly along Beth's jaw. "Yes. I like it very much," she panted, grinning impishly as she pushed him away and stroked his bangs away from his face. "I don't mean dirt you can wash off," she whispered, her blue eyes now huge as they glistened in the half light.

Daryl looked at her and swallowed hard, his face colouring up in embarrassment but his eyes darkening with an overwhelming rush of desire as his hands squeezed her ass. "Maybe ya should gimme a good wash anyways, do as yer big sis says."

He dipped his head and trailed the tip of his tongue around the warm wet skin of his wife's dark puckered nipple as he pulled her closer. His dick throbbing as his thoughts returned to his promise. Thoughts of Beth watching him as he fucked into her tight wet pussy were crowding his mind and making his balls ache almost painfully with need once more. Maybe he did have a chance at winning this wager after all, he thought smugly.

As his mouth eagerly worked its way from one breast to the other, his hand fumbled for the soap and he began sliding it around the slippery wet skin of her back and ass. His mouth now sucking at the warm soft skin covering her pulse point as it pounded hard and fast, pounding he realized, because she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

Just as he'd promised, he guided the soap slowly around every inch of her; over her breasts, down the middle of her body, through her blonde curls and between her legs and ass cheeks, along the length of her arms and under them. When every single part of her was lathered up, he placed the soap back down and pulled back slightly to take in the mesmerizing sight before him. He couldn't help groaning out, his hungry eyes taking in every-single thing about her. Some things he'd never even noticed before, like the row of three almost perfectly identical moles partly hidden by the swell of her right breast, and the tiny white scar on the inside of her left forearm.

As Beth watched him watching her, a loving and happy smile on her lips, Daryl reached out and carefully and slowly ran his hands up her slippery torso, cupping and squeezing her breasts before gliding them back down and around the curves and contours of her lower body, squeezing and holding onto her ass cheeks. He stopped for a second, his eyes flicking up to lock with hers.

"Sit," he instructed as he slapped her butt playfully. Beth obeyed, chewing on her lower lip in anticipation as she sat submerged in water at the other end of the tub.

Daryl swiftly grabbed Beth's ankle and raised her leg out of the water, knocking her off balance as he rested her foot against the front of his shoulder. Beth let out a shocked squeal, which turned to a giggle as water splashed everywhere and she reached out for the edge of the tub to stop herself sliding under. "Daryl! What are ya doin'?" she gasped.

Daryl smirked and cocked his eyebrow at her, slowly running the bar of soap along the length of her smooth pale leg, from ankle to thigh and back again, over and over until she was completely lathered up. He put the soap back down and took her foot off his shoulder. "What s'it look like I'm doin?" he asked sarcastically, smiling at her through his bangs, and enjoying the chance to tease and torment her for once.

He began to squeeze her foot between his soapy hands, his thumbs massaging up and down the center of her sole in long hard strokes, his fingers then rubbing around and between each of her toes, cleaning them thoroughly as he watched Beth watching him.

"Are you insinuatin' my feet smell, Mr Dixon?" she asked, grinning and wriggling her toes as he held onto them tightly.

"Nah, just wanted to see if ya were ticklish. But I guess ya ain't. Ya weirdo," Daryl smirked as he emphasized the last two words. He dunked her foot into the water and rinsed it clean before bringing it to his mouth and pressing light kisses to the sole, purposefully scraping his whiskers over it. "Figured everyone hated their feet bein' touched," he mumbled against her soft skin, Beth not even flinching at his attempt to prove his point.

Beth gently pulled her foot away, offering him her other leg. "Guess I'm not everyone," she told him, smiling contentedly and settling her arms to hang over the sides of the tub as she let out a tiny groan of happiness. So, Daryl gave that leg and foot the same attention, scrubbing and caressing and stroking, and wondering how the hell she could be so smooth and soft, he'd eaten goddamn peaches with rougher skin than hers.

As he carefully placed her leg back into the water he studied her for a minute. She was laid propped against the tub, her bright eyes staring straight into his as she mindlessly played with the water at her sides, occasionally grinning and flicking some in his general direction, probably to get a reaction. But Daryl just wanted to watch her and enjoy the moment. The peaceful, perfect moment that seemed so far removed from the mad, chaotic world outside Alexandria that he could hardly reconcile the two were happening simultaneously.

He leaned forward and stretched out his arm, his palm gently cradling her face as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into his hand.

"C'mere," he drawled quietly, sliding his hand further around the back of her neck and pulling her to him, his nose nudging lightly against hers before his tongue snaked out to lick at the join of her lips. "I love ya, weirdo or not," he whispered before Beth's tongue met his as she began to return his kiss, pulling herself to her knees and settling herself back between his legs, letting her husband's lips tug and suck at hers as she curled her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer, groaning deeply.

Daryl's hands were back to wandering her body; kneading her breasts, sliding around the gentle curve of her hips and waist. His fingertips sweeping lightly up and down her arms, along her spine as his mouth moved downwards, to her jaw, her throat, her shoulder, her breast.

Beth laced her fingers through the hair at his nape and moaned out at the feel of his fingers moving down her body, through her curls and between her thighs, at the exquisite feeling of release she felt from the pressure of his palm rubbing the length of her pussy and pushing into her clit. As his fingertips slipped between her slick folds, his other hand grabbed the underside of her breast and his mouth and teeth latched onto her hardened nipple, Beth moaning loudly in pained pleasure, inhaling sharply as he suckled hard on her over sensitive flesh. "Oh god, that feels good," Beth gasped, feeling her centre moisten and clench tight at the sudden thrill.

Beth raked her fingers through Daryl's damp hair, scraping it away from his face and tugging at the roots as he rubbed and massaged her body with his mouth and hands before finally pressing his fingers inside her entrance to give her what she so obviously wanted.

Beth sunk down onto her heels, impaling herself onto his thick digits as they stretched her open and grazed that spot inside her that took her aching body straight back to the edge, making her groan and gasp in her need to finish.

She yanked Daryl's head backwards, prizing him away from her breast with a loud wet 'pop' before she pressed her lips into his, grinding her hips and clamping her insides around his fingers. Daryl moaned out at the glorious sensation, her tongue snaking between his open lips and lapping softly around his mouth once more.

Beth deepened the kiss, rocking back and forth on his hand as his thumb started to circle her clit. But as near to orgasm as she was, as much as she wanted release, a part of her didn't want it to be over so soon, or to make it so easy for him to win their wager. "My turn," she panted against his mouth as she eased herself off his thick fingers, leaving herself empty and throbbing, and him looking utterly bewildered.

"I thought you wanted me to wash you, too?" she explained as she grinned excitedly, pressing a kiss to the end of his nose.

Daryl wasn't about to argue, because he did want her to wash him. He wanted her to touch him. As much as he wanted to finish getting his wife off and as much as he wanted to be one step closer to winning their wager, what he craved more than anything else was to feel Beth's soft hands touching every inch of his skin... his scarred, ugly and battle worn skin, skin that was nothing like hers but that after today knew his wife would accept and love, just like she had the rest of him.

Beth picked up the shampoo bottle, rubbing the liquid between her hands before slicking it evenly through his hair, her nails scraping in long slow strokes across his scalp as she studied his reactions. She knew he was nervous about her touching him and seeing his scars, that being with her these last months was the only experience he'd ever had of someone touching him in a loving way. And until tonight's growing intimacy, she knew even those experiences had been limited in both quantity and quality.

This wasn't kissing and cuddling in the dark, it wasn't a quick half naked fumble in the woods. Daryl was finally giving himself to her, body and soul, trusting her to take care of him and to make him feel wanted, needed… normal. Things she knew he'd never been made to feel before.

Beth watched as his eyelids began to slowly close in response to her rubbing, feeling his hands sliding up over her hips, until they were resting on her waist. His thumbs began to massage across the flesh of her stomach in small slow strokes. After a moment, as she massaged his scalp and neck and temples, her fingertips circling and caressing lightly, then more forcefully, she noticed his shoulders slump, his breath become slower but heavier, and his body lose its tension as he let his head loll forward in a show of complete submission.

"That feels good, Princess, why'd ya never get me into the tub before, huh?" he asked, groaning out deeply as he squeezed his hands into his girls' soft skin.

"You were too worried someone might hear us or see us. Remember?" Beth placed her finger under his chin and tilted it upwards. Daryl opened his eyes and Beth smiled at him sweetly. "But I'm your wife now so we don't hafta hide. You don't hafta feel embarrassed or shy or awkward or ashamed about anythin', not with me. You never did," Beth told him as she placed her hand over his heart, feeling it thudding against her palm like it was about to burst from his rib cage. "I love all of you, Daryl. Everythin' about you. Inside and out. I fell in love with the sweet, kind, loving, selfless, generous person you are in here, the real Daryl Dixon, not the inadequate, damaged, unlovable person you think you are in here. That person you think you are? He isn't real, baby. He doesn't exist anywhere except in here." Beth held his face and rubbed her thumb over his temple. "Nothin' should exist in here now except me and you… not the past, not the bad stuff, just the future. I don't ever wanna hear you say you ain't as good as everyone else, that you ain't worthy, because you are and you always have been," she finished, her lips pressing into his for the longest time.

Daryl had no idea how to respond to… that. He had no idea what that even was… except the prettiest, honest, most loving and heartfelt, exquisitely put together set of words he'd ever heard. So, to distract himself from either sobbing, or mumbling a load of nonsense that would sound utterly insignificant next to her eloquent speech, he wrapped his arms around his wife and hid his face in the crook of her neck, just like he always did when he didn't know what else to do.

Beth curled her arms around him and he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning contentedly into her neck as she held him together, just like she always did when she knew he was struggling.

Eventually, as her words sunk in, Daryl pulled back and forced himself to look at her, his eyes trying to convey all the things he wanted to say. Beth's deep blue orbs locked with his as they searched deep inside him, as if she were hearing those unspoken words. Then she gave him that huge killer smile that told him it was okay, before resting her forehead against his.

Daryl was once more about to tell her he was sorry, when Beth's lips pressed into his jaw unexpectedly and the fingers of both her hands raked through his hair, scraping the few remaining bubbles away from his face.

"Baby, have you seen the shower?" Beth asked him in a low whisper, her mouth and warm breath skimming the shell of his ear, making his body suddenly erupt into goose bumps as a cold chill raced down his spine. Yes, of course he'd seen the shower, and he'd already imagined doing everything with her it was humanly possible to do in a shower.

"Yeah, I ain't blind just yet," he answered, raising his eyebrow questioningly as she pulled back to look at him, Daryl hoping he didn't look as red as he felt.

The blonde rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, rinsing his hair one last time and combing her fingers through it as best she could, then clasping her hands behind his neck and leaning over his shoulder again. "I've always wanted to have sex in a shower," she confessed, kissing behind his ear.

"After I've won tonight's wager I'm gonna fuck ya every which way, Mrs Dixon," he promised, grinning excitedly as he ran his thumb across the scar on her cheek and removed a stray bubble.

Beth returned his smile as she bit down into her lip, her stomach somersaulting as she tried to concentrate on the matter in hand. "Now, I'm about to wash away the dirt you seem to like so much," she told him as she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, Daryl merely narrowing his eyes at her as she took hold of his hands and rested them on her hips, picking up the soap and lathering it between her hands.

Beth pressed both soapy palms into the little patches of hair covering the hard muscle of his chest. She began to rub until bubbles appeared, sliding her hands over the contours of his chest as she smiled at him. Her thumbs brushed teasingly back and forth over his hardened nipples a few times as he moaned out and closed his eyes, her palms then slipping around his shoulders and down the length of his arms. She covered the hands resting on her hips with hers and squeezed gently, humming as she leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. Daryl opened his eyes and nudged the end of his nose against hers, gently rubbing his thumbs across the hands sat atop his.

Beth's humming was hardly above a whisper but Daryl recognized it instantly… even without the accompanying piano. It was the song she'd sang in the funeral home, the song he hadn't heard since that night. And he hadn't wanted to hear it. It would've only reminded him that she was gone, taken from him because he was too useless to save her.

But right now, in this moment, as she held him and kissed him, it sounded even more beautiful and mesmerizing than the first time. The night he'd stood and watched her from afar, knowing he'd already fallen completely and utterly in love with Beth Greene, and would love her for the rest of his life.

Beth's humming soon turned to singing. The sweet soft sound calming his mind as her hands relaxed his body. She removed her hands from his and curled them around his neck, massaging and gradually moving lower until she was stroking gently and lovingly across the ugly raised scars on his back as if they weren't even there, her delicate fingertips tracing random patterns and swirling softly across every inch of his skin as she pressed distracting kisses into his shoulder, his neck.

Her hands stroked under his arms and down his sides, lathering him up as her lips kissed and sucked along his jaw between singing the familiar words.

She then moved downwards to his thighs, rubbing in firm strokes back and forth under the water along the length of solid muscle, one hand dipping between them, delicately palming his balls as he let out a low groan, her mouth now sucking and tugging at his earlobe hungrily. Her hands returned to his neck, rubbing and stroking before travelling slowly back down his front; through the sparse patches of hair on his chest, over the taut muscles of his toned stomach. Daryl inhaled sharply as she followed the trail of hair lower still, her hand brushing across the sensitive head of his engorged cock. Beth curled her fingers around him, squeezing lightly as she stroked up and down, her hand pumping slowly, then as she stopped singing, faster, sliding firmly along his soapy length as her darkened eyes held his captive and her breath came hard and fast, her heart banging in her chest. His chest was heaving, too, as his grip on her body tightened and his tongue flicked out to trace around his lower lip just in that way that drove Beth crazy.

"God, I wanna make you come," she gasped, threading the fingers of her free hand through the hair at his nape and pressing her lips into his. Daryl groaned out in both surprise and desire, his hands flying up from their place on her hips to grip the back of her head, pulling her into him, her lips and tongue struggling to keep up with the forcefulness of his kiss.

Beth did catch up though, her tongue lathing against his, and her lips hungrily devouring him, her hands continuing to worship his body as they tugged and rubbed and made him feel more wanted than he'd ever felt his whole life. This time Daryl let himself feel it … feel every beautiful sensation assaulting every one of his senses until he felt like he might burst apart at the seams. Right in that moment, he decided to call a truce with every horrible, awful, dirty and shameful thing that had ever happened to him, burying the memories for good in the furthest recesses of his mind.

As Daryl felt his mind clearing, as he felt a rush of something completely new and amazing coursing through his veins, he realized his body was fast approaching the point of no return. He pulled back from Beth's punishing kiss, grabbing for the hand holding his cock to stop it's smooth rhythmical pumping. "This ain't the plan?" he drawled out, his breath heavy and loud as he lovingly rubbed his nose against hers.

He didn't want to stop her, god, after tonight he never wanted to stop her touching him ever again, but he knew he had to. He was about to ejaculate right there, all over her fucking hand like some horny teenager as she kissed him, and touched him, and her beautiful words whirred in his head.

He gnawed at his lower lip as he tried to focus on something that wasn't the angel sat in front of him, his eyes burning into Beth's as he traced the pad of his thumb over the join of her swollen and raw lips. He watched, transfixed, as she captured the digit between her teeth, gently biting down and sealing her red lips around it, before sucking back along its length, letting go with a wet 'pop'. Her whole little show doing nothing to help Daryl think about something else… because now all he could picture were her plump pink lips sliding up and down his length as she sucked and licked his cock. A vision he had to admit had become a permanent fantasy of late.

"There's a plan?" she asked, feigning ignorance. "We could change the plan," she offered temptingly as she scraped her nails up and down his thighs, his cock twitching and balls throbbing as she gently circled the pad of her thumb over the head. She watched him struggle to breathe, chewing and licking at his lip as she slid her hands higher, lightly walking her fingers up over his stomach, his chest, his neck, before they finally entwined themselves in the long, wet hair at his nape.

Daryl let out a lengthy deep wanton groan. "There's already a plan, Mrs Dixon. A plan where I'mma put ya in front a' that mirror, bend ya over that damn counter and bang the livin' daylights outta ya," he panted as he grasped onto Beth's waist and lifted her into his lap, grabbing hold of both her ass cheeks and roughly grinding her swollen wet pussy against his cock as he moaned and kissed at her throat and she tugged at his hair.

"Why'd ya gotta be such a goddamn tease, huh," Daryl growled in frustration, Beth giggling and squirming in an attempt to escape his rough scratchy whiskers as he kept her close and bit and nipped playfully at her already tender and reddened flesh.

"Yeah, but I'm your goddamn tease," Beth gasped as she pulled Daryl away from her neck and rolled her hips slowly in his lap, only tormenting herself as she rubbed her clit against his warm rigid shaft, looking deep into his eyes as she held his face in her hands.

They sat like that, moulded together in the heat and silence of the bathroom for a while, happy to do nothing more than look at each other and keep the night going. They both knew that however many times they bathed together from now on, it would never be this first time ever again.

"Everythin's gonna be better from now on," she told him seriously as she traced her fingertips down his cheek. "I know it. This is a new beginnin' for us both. For the Dixon's."

Another pang of guilt sneaked its way into Beth's mind as she thought about her secret. She really did want to tell him their news, and it seemed wrong she hadn't told him yet, even though she really hadn't known all that long herself. But, however he reacted to it, she knew one thing for sure, he would've treated her differently tonight. He maybe wouldn't have even wanted to sleep with her at all in case he hurt her or the baby, and she knew they needed this night more than he needed to know about the new addition to their family. He needed to adjust to being a husband before he had to deal with becoming a dad.

"I know," Daryl replied quietly after a minute. Mainly because once again he didn't know what else to say, Beth was always so much better with words than he ever would be, but also because he really did know that everything was going to be better. He wasn't alone anymore, and more importantly never would be again.

Daryl hoisted Beth off him, kissing her temple as he stood up. He pulled up the plug and stepped out of the tub. A wave of water swirled up over Beth's chest and spilled out onto the tiles in his haste. Water and bubbles pooled fast at his feet as he briefly patted himself dry, quickly rubbing the towel over his wet hair before dropping it to the floor to stand naked and impatient in front of her.

"C'mon then. Watcha waitin' for now? Get yer ass outta there. Bath time's over!" He ordered, a dirty smirk on his lips as he grabbed for Beth's hand and yanked her to her feet. Water sloshed messily everywhere once more as he pulled her wet naked torso flat against his, squashing her breasts into his chest and nuzzling her neck. "I got a prize to claim, and you ain't gonna stop me, however much ya try and distract me with yer teasin'," he boasted confidently. "We got two more rooms to christen after this one?" he asked, as his warm breath caught her neck, skimming over her damp skin, making her shiver and her insides clench tight. "That ain't gonna be problem. And when we're done, before I tuck ya in for the night, maybe we'll take a look at that shower yer so interested in," he drawled, possibly more excited than Beth at that prospect.

"More promises?" she sneered, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "Baby, when you lose, I'm gonna demand you bring me breakfast in bed every day next week, and I mean a proper freshly caught and cooked breakfast, so no cheatin' and givin' me one of those oat cake thingies I know Denise still makes for ya... oh, and you'll be takin' over my shifts at the crèche and the laundry. Then I can be a lady of leisure and not leave the house all week! Kinda like a honeymoon, but on my own!" Beth announced as she blew a teasing stream of warm breath across the shell of his ear. "After all that extra work, I hope you're not gonna be too tired to fuck your new wife," Beth whispered, sighing and nipping his earlobe between her teeth before tugging lightly on it, letting it go with a 'pop'.

Daryl pulled away from her and narrowed his eyes, running his fingers through his wet bangs to tame them a bit. "'kay. First, I ain't losin'. Second, I ain't doin' laundry, and I definitely ain't babysittin' no kids. And third, there ain't no way I'm ever gonna be too tired to make love to ya. Period," Daryl drawled before looking pensive for a moment.

"Reckon I'mma wait till I've won before I tell ya what I want," Daryl told her, smirking to himself as he cupped both of Beth's ass cheeks and hoisted her over the side of the tub and onto the floor along with more water.

"Pfft! You're not gonna win because we've got way more than two more rooms that need christenin'... there's the garage, the basement, the attic, the yard..." Beth let out a tiny yelp, stopping abruptly as Daryl sharply tapped his palm down on her ass cheek and buried his face into her neck, sucking and growling as his teeth nipped at her skin.

"That so, Mrs Dixon? Well, ya ain't roamin' around naked in the yard for people to gawk at, and since when is that a goddamn room anyways?" he snorted as he roughly kissed his way to her ear, his whiskers scraping deliciously across her sensitive flesh, making her tingle and squirm. "But the basement? The garage? Could be kinda dirty. Yunno… rope, grease, cable ties, candles, oil … I got all kinds a' shit sittin' around since I brought my stuff over last week," Daryl teased, kissing her temple and squeezing her tight as he felt her skin heat up in embarrassment.

"What's wrong, Princess? I thought ya wanted me dirty? If yer gonna keep givin' me more rooms, I'mma hafta get creative," he whispered against her now red and burning cheek. "First though there's a mirror over there with yer name on it," he mumbled, kissing her over and over as he walked them the few steps back over to the sink. "A mirror where yer gonna watch while I fuck ya. While I bang this pussy over and over till ya come all over my cock," he growled deeply, sliding his hand between her legs. "Then I'm gonna fuck ya some more, and yer gonna watch me come all over this," he told her as he ran his palm gently over her ass and lower back, watching her throat bob, her eyes widen, and her face turn almost purple.

His words were so dirty and unexpected, the sound of his voice saying them so deep and sexy the thrill of it vibrated through Beth's flesh and spiralled downwards, burning a path through her body until it collided with the heat rising from her centre, making her entire body flush deep pink as her pussy ached and her clit throbbed to the point she thought she might climax from words and thoughts alone.

Daryl reached out towards the glass in front of them, scrawling Beth Dixon into the last of the steam with his fingertip, before gently lifting a clump of Beth's wet and unruly hair and pushing it back behind her ear until he could see the reflection of her beautiful flushed face clearly. He tilted her chin upwards, tracing his fingertips around the shell of her ear until she met his gaze in the mirror. "Told ya it had yer name on it."

Daryl tightened his grip and pressed the lengths of their bodies together. His dark heavy-lidded eyes flicking around the reflection of her face as Beth stared back at him; her pupils huge and blackened and full of desire once more, and her whole body physically vibrating with something Daryl knew was akin to what he was feeling; excitement, arousal, desire, love, and relief that they were now finally free to do anything they wanted.

Daryl leaned over her, lovingly lacing his fingers through the hands hanging at her sides and rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked huskily, his voice a gravelly whisper as he dipped his head and brushed his lips across that soft sensitive spot at the curve of her neck in a barely-there kiss. His eyes remained fixed on her body's reflection... on her hard nipples standing to attention, on her pert flushed breasts glistening beautifully in the flickering candlelight as the last few water droplets clung to her skin, on her heart hammering away erratically in her chest, sure he could actually see the outline of it thumping through her rib cage like a scene from one of those old cartoons he'd sometimes watch when he was a kid.

"You," she gasped in response. She un-linked her fingers from his and slid her hand backwards to grab around his butt.

"I was thinkin' how your dirty talk makes me so wet I should probably be embarrassed," Beth told him honestly. "Then… I was thinkin' about all the things you're gonna do to me, and how I'm so close to comin' that that should probably be embarrassin', too."

Daryl tightened his grip on her waist and turned her back around, grasping the back of her head and pulling her face onto his, groaning out as his tongue slipped between the moist swollen warmth of her lips.

He kept the kiss slow and soft. His tongue delving deeply as it lathed against hers, savouring her taste and enjoying the way her soft moans of pleasure rolled together with his own groans of need, obliterating even the loud distracting noise of his pulse thrumming in his ears. Their hands and mouths teasing such beautiful sounds from the other that neither wanted to be the one to pull away.

But Daryl broke the kiss first, wrenching himself away breathlessly and leaving Beth open-mouthed and wide-eyed, panting and gasping for more. He held her questioning gaze, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth at her eager desperation as he twirled her back around and found her eyes in the mirror with his own.

"Ain't embarrassin'. It's the hottest thing anyone's ever told me," Daryl admitted as he gazed at her with a burning intensity. Then he let his eyes drift lower, the flickering orange glow from the candles casting dark dancing shadows across the perfect curves of his wife's glistening damp body that were just too tempting to ignore. His hand moved slowly, torturously slowly down the front of her body, following those same curves, until it was pushing between her thighs and two fingertips were trailing through her slick and soaked folds.

Daryl watched the way Beth's eyelids fluttered shut as he touched her, how her teeth dug into her lower lip and her body pushed down into his hand as she let out one long moan, its sound reverberating off the walls and echoing around them. "Oh, God," she panted.

"Keep 'em open. I want ya to watch," he ordered softly, pressing a languid kiss behind her ear. Beth obeyed, opening her eyes to watch the hand stroking between her legs, the hand that was working her until she felt like she might pass out, or at least lose the capacity to stand on her own two feet.

"Ya feel that?" Daryl asked through heavy breaths, pressing his granite like cock deep into the crack of her ass as he barely and slowly traced his fingertips around and around her swollen bundle of nerves, Beth nodding and gasping.

"That's how hard ya make me," Daryl admitted, swirling his fingertips through her folds, and sucking and tugging at her earlobe until she whimpered. "That's how bad I wanna be inside this tight, wet pussy."

Daryl pushed his fingers deeper, teasing inside the soft slick swollen flesh of her entrance as he watched Beth wobble, biting at her lip again as she took a deep breath.

"Wanna watch ya come," he told her, both hands now squeezing and kneading her breasts as his soft lips and rough whiskers pressed frantic kisses into the hollow behind her ear, his rock-hard cock grinding into her, leaking a cool sticky trail over the smooth skin of her lower back.

Beth rocked back against him, moaning loudly as her centre clenched together and another gush of warm stickiness flooded to her already soaked entrance, this time spreading over the inside of her thighs. The dull ache that had begun deep inside her pussy had started to radiate throughout her entire body as his fingers now pulled and pinched her already sore and hard nipples. "Daryl, please," she whimpered desperately. "I want you so bad it hurts."

Daryl buried his face deeper, growling out into her flesh as he sucked hard at Beth's neck, moving up to her jaw as he grabbed her cheek and tilted her face towards him. He snaked his tongue between her open and swollen lips and kissed her deeply once more before letting his tongue slow, untangling itself from hers and pressing one, two, three feather-light kisses to the corner of her mouth. He groaned out and closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against her temple, gently rubbing his nose up and down hers before pulling back and letting his eyes roam across her face.

"How are ya mine," he murmured almost silently, suddenly bewildered and overwhelmed by everything as he pushed his thumb between Beth's swollen lips, mindlessly dragging and pulling at the inside of her lower lip until he couldn't hold back from kissing her, crushing his mouth into hers and leaving them both breathless once more.

"You were my missin' piece," she told him in a whisper. "And I think I'm yours."

Daryl groaned out, taking hold of his cock and sliding the head back and forth through her dripping folds, coating himself with her arousal before finally pushing inside, up into the tightness of her entrance as she let out a long loud moan, throwing her arm back and grabbing his hair.

He pressed in further, burying himself inside the hot ribbed walls of her pussy as his eyes remained locked with hers, Beth moaning and biting at her lip as she tugged at his roots and Daryl grunted out in ecstasy at being back where he belonged. When he was as deep inside his wife as he could get, he stilled, his mouth covering Beth's once more and his tongue lathing alongside hers.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daryl peeled his lips back and withdrew from the warmth of her body almost completely, relishing the feel of her pussy clenching around the head of his cock as she waited for him to slide inside her again.

But he barely moved, instead finding her gaze in the mirror as he started to play with her hair, winding it around his fingers, combing through the long soft curls before sweeping it across one shoulder. His gaze only broke from hers for a second as he leaned in to kiss those two tiny moles between her shoulder blades again, his lips quickly moving up to her nape, and behind her ear as Beth moaned softly and tilted her head, offering him her neck as his eyes locked with hers in the mirror. His lips kissed down the length of it, from ear to shoulder, before he placed his hands in the middle of her back and pushed her forward, down onto the counter, her torso laid out flat as her front became squashed into the cold, hard marble.

Daryl left her laid out in front of him for an age, becoming lost in tracing shapes over the tiny expanse of her back, in squeezing the soft globes of her ass, in kneading and parting her cheeks so he could take in the glorious sight of his thick cock as it stretched open her beautiful pink pussy, in how her sticky arousal glistened in the candlelight as it coated her pussy, his shaft, and her thighs. Beth watched him as his eyes devoured her body, Daryl's eyes flicking back up to meet the ones he could feel staring straight at him.

As Daryl slid his hand up over the back of her neck, he bent forward and rested the solid muscle of his chest into her back, pressing hard enough to make her gasp for air but being gentle enough that the touch of his skin on hers made her shudder, made her flesh goose bump and her pussy clench around the dick he knew was penetrating deep enough to keep her on the edge but not nearly deep enough to quell the ache he could feel throbbing deep inside her.

Daryl prolonged her torture as he remained still, kissing her nape, under her ear, across the curve of her shoulder, lavishing wet open-mouthed kisses along her upper spine, his warm lips and hot breath sending thrills along every sinew of her body until she was shaking and clenching around him. Beth couldn't form words, even if she'd known what to say about these beautiful and overwhelming new sensations, so instead she carried on watching him, witnessing the pleasure he found in touching her, the even bigger pleasure he took from seeing her reactions to that touch.

As Beth too, became lost in not just the feel of him touching her, but in watching him touch her, she realized Daryl's hands were reaching for hers as they clung to the counter, his fingers linking themselves through her smaller ones as he raised her arms above her head, holding them together in one strong fist as he squeezed lovingly around them.

"Don't move," he ordered before his mouth was once more sucking and licking at that spot under her ear as his hands trailed through her long curly hair, grabbing another handful and winding it around his fist as he tipped her head back until he could see the reflection of her sparkling eyes and smiling face more clearly.

As his eyes held Beth's captive he thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deep inside her body, eliciting a dirty grunt from the blonde as her mouth fell open and her body jerked forwards in shock. "Daryl!" she gasped as her husband kept his grip on her hair, standing himself up before readjusting himself behind her open thighs.

"Ya like that?" he asked her, sliding his hand between her chest and the counter, lifting her up off the marble slightly as he found and fondled her breast, tugging and rolling her hard and sore nipple between his fingers as he pulled back and shoved into her once more, then out, in, out, in again, over and over as she bit down into her lip, emphatically nodding her answer as she moaned out and panted at every one of his deep hard thrusts, not only feeling, but seeing the pink flush of arousal creeping down her own body, from head to toe.

"Ya gonna come, baby? Fuck, I wanna come all over yer ass so bad," he drawled. "I'm gonna make ya so dirty yer gonna need that shower," he promised through a groan, pounding into her again and again, harder than he ever had before and repeatedly hitting that place deep inside her that was eliciting noises from the blonde that made him harder than he'd ever been.

As Beth rocked back into every one of his thrusts, as her eyes bore into his, Daryl became lost in her blackened pupils. He became lost in the arousal and happiness he saw etched into her beautiful flushed face as she watched him watching her, lost in the sound of his cock as he thrust into her dripping pussy, lost in the feel of her heart banging against his palm like it was about to burst open, and lost in the sight of her body trembling and heaving as she neared climax… lost in the most erotic moment of his life.

As Beth clenched her walls around him, as she felt her centre pulsing with an urgent need to let go, he moved his hand from under her and began to trace it up and down the smooth soft skin of her back. He tightened his hold on her hair, tugging gently as he leaned forward, nuzzling his nose into her clammy neck but keeping his eyes locked with hers.

"Ya feel so fuckin' amazin'," he told her, his praise a low deep dirty growl as his hot breath danced across her skin in short hard bursts. "Always wet for me, and so fuckin' tight," he panted out, crushing his lips into hers as he slid in and out of her body in long hard slow strokes praying to god he could hold on long enough for Beth to climax.

Daryl pushed his hand under her hip and slid it lower until he was between her open thighs, his fingertips sliding through her wet blonde curls and finding her swollen clit. His cock barely stroking in and out of her now as he began to rub in small fast circles, the wetness from her pussy now slicked all over his hand, his cock, the counter, and her thighs.

"I'm gonna come. Oh god, I'm gonna come," Beth sobbed, watching his hand rubbing frantically between her legs as he stilled behind her, stretching her open as he remained only slightly inside her. Seconds later, she felt the familiar burn of orgasm radiating out from deep within her pussy, travelling at light speed along every fibre of her body until she didn't know whether to scream, or laugh, or cry, or come. But before she could decide, he slipped back inside her, her body bursting open from the inside out.

"C'mon then. Come on me, Beth," he mumbled, rubbing her clit hard and fast, watching and feeling it as climax tore through his wife's body. Beth's back arched up off the counter, her pussy convulsed rapidly around his cock as a gush of fresh warm arousal oozed along his shaft, her whole body flushing a deep shade of pink, and her face scrunching up into a beautiful picture of ecstasy as she gasped for breath, keeping her eyes locked with his.

"Fuck. Fuck… yer so beautiful. So beautiful," he panted, biting his lip and breathing heavily through his nostrils as he stroked her hair and watched the reflection of her body shake and shudder, noticing the fresh sheen of sweat that clung to her curves and glistened in the candlelight.

He gripped onto her hips and started to move inside her again, achingly slowly, his own climax ready to spill out onto her at any second as her pulsing walls squelched around him and she moaned and whimpered in sated bliss, chewing her lip as her eyes urged him on.

Beth finally moved her arms from the counter, propping herself up onto one elbow as her other hand reached behind her for Daryl's ass, squeezing onto him as she thrust her hips backwards, sending him deep inside her pulsing walls once more as his balls slapped against the wetness of her pussy.

"Jesus…" Daryl groaned, unable to hold on any longer as he pulled his cock out of his wife's body and grabbed hold of it, pushing her back down into the hard, cold marble so she could watch as he stroked out his orgasm. His face scrunched up into a picture of pure ecstasy as he spilled himself in thick spurts across the pale soft skin of Beth's ass and back as he grunted and gasped.

Beth watched in awe as her husband's cock erupted, both seeing and feeling his warm cum splash onto her sweaty flesh, her hand squeezing his ass as his gripped onto her hip hard enough to bruise.

Daryl's gaze found hers again, her entire body heaving as a breathless Daryl pulled her up off the counter and flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around her as tight as they would go, not even caring that they would both be smeared in his cum.

"That dirty enough?" he asked in a quiet groan, burying his face into her neck and kissing her, over and over as his heart banged hard and fast against his ribs and Beth closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling.

They stayed like that until their breathing and heartbeats had returned to normal, until their bodies became glued together and a coolness shuddered through their centres as their bodies stopped burning. Beth peeled herself off him and turned in his arms, clasping her fingers behind his neck. "Yes. But I think I might have a thing for mirrors now. And I definitely know I have a thing for my dirty talkin' husband," she whispered, biting back a smirk and pressing her lips into his for a chaste kiss.

Beth turned back around and rinsed one of the towels under cold water, Daryl grabbing her hips and tugging her into him as Beth's eyes shot up to meet his in the mirror. "S'all yer fault, yunno. Shouldn't be so goddamn sexy, drivin' me crazy and makin' me say all kinds a' kinky shit to ya. Yer a bad girl," he growled, slowly turning her back around and grinning at her as he rubbed his nose alongside hers. Beth moaned and returned his grin, rubbing the wet towel across his stomach and cock, wiping away the streaks of stickiness as Daryl cradled her face and gazed into her once more blue eyes.

"Does that mean you don't wanna play with me anymore?" she asked, sticking out her lower lip in fake disappointment. She pressed the towel into his stomach and turned around, bending over and wriggling her backside at him. "'cause I'm feelin' kinda hungry," she whispered.

"Hungry, huh? Maybe we should take a look at the kitchen next then," he drawled, smiling as he picked up the towel and wiped her back and ass and between her thighs, cleaning up the remains of his cum and her arousal until she was glowing pink, and his mind was filled with images of him, his wife, and their kitchen. Their kitchen table to be precise. The kitchen table that was exactly like the one they'd sat and ate at every day whilst they were living with Rick. The very same kitchen table he'd imagined laying a naked Beth out on as everyone sat there, mouths hanging open in disbelief at his boldness. Food and silverware crashing to the ground and plates smashing into pieces as he knocked everything to the floor in his haste to spread open her legs and eat out her pussy as she screamed his name and came on his face.

"Go rest up for a bit. I'll find us somethin' to eat," he mumbled, trying to shake those images. He knew he wasn't up to doing anything right now, and probably wouldn't be for a long while yet. And he did actually feel hungry, after eating nothing but a mouthful of cake all day, he could have eaten a damn horse… or whatever food he was sure Maggie had stocked their refrigerator and cupboards with.

"Okay, that sounds good..." Beth turned around and kissed her husband, becoming serious as she thought of the last time things got heavy between them in a kitchen. The night she was taken from him before she could tell him how she felt. "Just don't be gone for too long." Beth traced her finger down Daryl's cheek, pushing his hair from his eyes. "I miss you when you're not with me. I know it's stupid, but now we found each other, now we're safe, I don't wanna waste another minute. I can't lose you again," she admitted quietly as she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest, listening to the gentle thud of his heart.

Daryl closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He wrapped his arms around her and held her for what seemed like forever before sliding one hand along her jaw and rubbing his thumb softly across her cheek as he lifted her face to look at him. He knew exactly what Beth was referring to, it was the same thing that had haunted him since that night, too. The thing that had also given him nightmares every night since she'd come back; the fear of losing her again, but this time never getting her back.

"Ya ain't gonna lose me. I know what missin' ya feels like, and I promised myself I ain't ever gonna feel that way again. Not now you're mine and I got a chance to make it right. I swear we ain't ever gonna waste another second, Princess… but… I reckon if I don't find some food to feed this skinny butt, ya ain't gonna have enough energy to win this wager… or yunno, at least try to win it," he told her more firmly, his hand rubbing her ass as she groaned out and rested her cheek back against his chest.

"No, you were right with win, baby. I'm gonna win," she mumbled sleepily into his chest, stifling a yawn as she closed her eyes and squeezed him tight. Beth suddenly felt shattered, like her mind and body were utterly spent and so completely content that they could do nothing except shut down. Maybe she did just need food, or maybe the baby needed food... if she could just sleep for a minute, while Daryl fetched them something to eat, she would be good, she told herself as she suddenly felt weightless, like she was floating through the air inside something strong and safe and firm.

"Sure ya are, Princess," Daryl whispered, smiling to himself as he hoisted her into his arms and against his chest, carrying her back into their bedroom and laying her out on the bed. "Sweet dreams, Mrs Dixon," he muttered as he kissed her forehead and gently stroked a few stray curls back from her face, Beth not even stirring as he adjusted the pillow and pulled up one of the thin lacy sheets to cover her.