Room 5 – The Kitchen

After standing there in the silence of the bedroom watching Beth sleep for a few moments, Daryl climbed back onto the mattress next to her. He had planned on going to the kitchen to get the food she wanted, but he was sure he had a while yet before she would wake, and all he really wanted to do was hold her. He wanted to enjoy this newfound peace as he held onto his wife, prolonging the intimacy they'd built over the last few hours.

The archer snuggled in as close as possible, his body moulding into her softness as he curled up behind the blonde and wrapped his arm around her waist. He lay there listening to her deep breaths for a moment as his mind raced with ideas and plans. He thought about changing up some of the things in the house, redecorating and making it into someplace Beth would really love, making it into the home she deserved rather than just the bricks and mortar it was now. He'd already made her something that would start the transformation. It wasn't much, not when compared to everything she'd given him, and it had meant it to be a wedding gift, he just hadn't found the right moment to give it to her yet.

He also couldn't help wondering what a tiny version of Beth and him would look like, or whether she even wanted to have children with him. He was certain Beth would fall pregnant eventually though. Surprisingly that thought made him happier than he ever imagined it would. He'd never once contemplated becoming a father before Beth came along, although if he was honest, he'd never once contemplated becoming someone's husband either. Yet here he was, married to the beautiful creature in his arms.

Daryl was startled from his daydreams when Beth rolled over, her arm dropping down heavily over his hip as she buried her face into the pillow next to him, mumbling and snuffling. Daryl waited a second for her to settle then pulled the sheet up over her arm, deciding he should finally go find her that food. He stalked over to the closet and rummaged around in the dark, grabbing the clothes he'd hung at the back of the rail and pulling on a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt.

Daryl left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him as he headed downstairs, hoping Maggie had worked her magic in the kitchen just like she had the rest of the house.

As far as Daryl was concerned, his sister-in-law had excelled herself this time. He knew he would have to swallow his pride and thank her next time he saw her. He wasn't sure how, or if he even wanted to know how she'd managed to bag so much food. Even though they now raised cattle and pigs and chickens, grew crops, and traded with the Hilltop and other communities, everything at Alexandria was still rationed, but Maggie had somehow still gathered together bacon, milk, cheese, cream, butter, eggs, bread, tomatoes, apples, peaches and a whole freshly cooked chicken. She'd even left a bottle of champagne and a bowl of strawberries sitting smack bang in the middle of the fridge. Not that Daryl really liked either of those things, but he was sure Beth would appreciate them.

Daryl started to rummage through the overhead cupboards, grinning to himself as he found everything he would need to recreate the meal he'd put together for them the morning after they'd found the funeral parlour. It all seemed so long ago now, but he couldn't help but wonder how things might've been different between them if Beth hadn't been taken from him that night. If they'd stayed there and made a life together, never finding the rest of their family. Maybe it would have ended happily, but maybe it wouldn't. Living without her had been more painful and had left him emptier than at any other point in his life, but perhaps that was what made the connection they had now so strong, so overwhelmingly fierce and deep and unbreakable. Beth would probably call what happened to them their fate or destiny. Daryl didn't care what the hell it was called, he only cared he was never going to have to spend one more day without her.

He lit a few tea lights, placing them on the table along with Beth's bouquet, and laid out the cola, jelly and pig's feet, plates, glasses and silverware before grabbing everything he needed to make their real supper, leaving the ingredients out near the stove as he searched around for a skillet.

His culinary skills were limited to say the least, but making pancakes was one of the only things he was good at. It was also one of the only things he could ever remember doing with his mother. The memory of watching and laughing with his mom as she giggled and tried her hardest to flip pancakes without dropping them was just about the only happy memory Daryl had carried from his childhood. That scene had happened every weekend for six months when he was eight, the same six months his father was locked away in jail. Nothing like that ever happened again, not after his bastard father returned home.

After devouring at least half of the chicken, followed by two peaches and an apple, then killing time by mindlessly flicking through the CD and book collections they'd been given as a housewarming gift, Daryl decided to creep back up to their bedroom. He did his best not to wake his wife as he shrugged out of his clothes and lifted the bed sheet, sliding back across the cool mattress and settling himself into the heat radiating from Beth's curled up body.

He propped himself up on his elbow, closed his eyes and buried his face into the fragrant curls spread out across her pillowcase. He knew there would always be a tiny part of him that wouldn't believe she was his, that from now on he could just come and hold her and lie naked with her like this whenever he wanted to. But she was, and he could, and he knew he was going to, every chance he got.

He carefully slid his arm over her waist once more, this time swirling his fingertips over the smooth, soft contours of her body; her belly, her breasts, her thighs and arms. Beth still didn't stir, her cute little snoring sounds as steady as they always were when she was in a deep sleep. He had to wonder how she could still be so tired. It really wasn't like Beth. He knew it had been a long day and even he'd dozed off a couple of times himself, but Beth seemed utterly shattered, like she could sleep for weeks if he let her. Which, even though he knew he probably should, he wasn't about to.

He wanted her too badly; to feel her hands on him, her lips on his, and to hear her say more of those pretty words, words that made him feel wanted and loved and accepted, and like he finally had a place in this world; things he'd not felt since the day his mom died and left him all alone with that worthless piece of shit he'd been given as a father.

"Hey, wake up," Daryl whispered next to her ear, purposefully letting his hot breath caress her flesh.

In the past few hours he'd decided one of his favourite things was watching the amazing way her porcelain skin burst into involuntary goose bumps each and every time he did that. How he could feel the same arousal coursing through his own body that he knew he'd just sent spiralling through hers; a cool frisson of desire that made her nipples pucker into hardened peaks before he'd even touched them.

"I missed ya," he groaned deeply, watching her torso rise and fall with her every breath as he traced his rough fingertip around the underside of her breast and up across her solid nipple. "I got real lonely down there," he mumbled huskily, his lips now grazing the throbbing pulse point in her neck as his hand massaged her breast with more force.

Beth was awake now, unfurling sleepily in his embrace, and moaning and mumbling as she rolled over to face him.

"Mmmmm. Did you bring food?" she muttered hopefully, slowly opening her eyes and wiping her mouth of the drool she could feel there as she locked her gaze with his, grinning widely as she stretched her body against the rigid planes of his and felt something solid and familiar pressing into her thigh.

Daryl slid his hand over her waist, cupped her ass and pulled her writhing body as close to his as he could. God, she was more addictive than any drug he'd ever taken and he wanted to be back inside her so bad it took every ounce of willpower he had to stop himself from taking her right there.

"I tell ya I'm lonely, that I missed ya, and you ask for food?" He asked, incredulous. Beth sighed, pressing her lips to his collarbone, before tracing her tongue upwards over his stubble covered throat to torment him further.

"I always miss you, baby. Always," she murmured softly, her breath heating his skin as her teeth now scraped over his whiskers and jaw deliciously.

Daryl closed his eyes as he let his wife carry on, enjoying her teasing ministrations for a moment. "If ya wanna eat, yer gonna hafta haul this lazy butt outta bed and come downstairs. I might be crazy in love with ya, Mrs Dixon, but that don't mean I'm gonna be yer goddamn slave."

As the words tumbled from his lips he knew they were lies. Because Daryl Dixon had been Beth Greene's slave from the moment she'd wrapped her arms around him and held him together outside that moonshine shack, his heart hers from that moment on whether she knew it or not. And whether she was dead or alive, by his side or not, he knew his heart, soul, body and mind would never ever belong to anyone else, not in this life or any other.

"So, you're crazy in love with me, huh?" Beth enquired softly, curling her arms around her husband's neck and pressing her grinning mouth into the corner of his as she moaned out, deliberately rubbing her body against his hardened cock.

Daryl couldn't help but groan out too, kissing her temple and tightening his hold on her. "Have been fer as long as I can remember," he told her. "Still gonna make ya haul this skinny butt downstairs though," he mumbled gruffly as he grabbed her ass and ground her pelvis against his, kissing her passionately as she tried to wriggle free.

"Okay, okay! And stop bein' so rude about my butt!" she huffed, sticking out her tongue and widening her eyes as she shuffled out of bed and towards their closet, turning on the light inside. Daryl stretched out across her side of the bed and watched his bride as she moved around, grinning widely as he watched her pick out and dress in a tiny pair of white cotton shorts and tank top.

"God, I think I could actually eat a horse I'm so hungry," Beth mused as her stomach growled loudly and she combed her fingers through her wild looking hair before loosely tying it back in a ponytail.

As Beth remained in her own little world, Daryl stalked over to her, encircling his arms around her waist from behind and pulling her into him. He buried his nose into the soft skin under her ear and Beth couldn't help but exhale a loud groan and turn in his embrace.

"However sexy these are, and they are pretty fuckin' sexy, Mrs Dixon," Daryl started, his lips and whiskers grazing hotly against her neck now as he tugged hard at the waistband of her shorts, letting it go with a snap. "They're just gonna hafta go, 'cause I got plans for you and our kitchen table. Plans that definitely do not involve these," he drawled huskily and evermore confidently against the shell of her ear, gently fingering the hem of her top as he purposefully let his rough fingertips tickle her side.

Beth gasped, her body throbbing deeply as a cold tingle set her every nerve ending alight and left her centre slick with a fresh gush of arousal. "Okay, these shorts are ruined," she muttered quietly before locking her gaze with his.

She gently tucked a clump of his hair behind his ear, mindlessly twirling her fingers through the ends. Daryl closed his eyes in appreciation before letting out a low groan, crushing his mouth onto hers.

Daryl kissed her deeply, a long, lust-filled kiss that left her breathless and made her blood course hotly through her veins as more arousal pooled between her thighs and her heart began to pound wildly in her chest. "So, clothes are a no then?" she gasped after finally breaking free, resting her palms over the heart she could feel pounding just as wildly within her husband's chest.

Daryl cupped her face between his hands and let his eyes roam across the beautiful, flushed, breathless vision staring back at him. He momentarily closed his eyes, rubbing the tip of his nose softly against hers.

"I don't want ya wearin' clothes ever again, not when it's just us," he murmured, his thumbs rubbing back and forth across her soft cheeks as he pulled back, letting his eyes burn deeply into hers. "So, take 'em off," he commanded in a low growl that made her centre clench tight, "'cause yer husband ain't done lookin' at ya. I ain't ever gonna be done lookin' at ya."

The blonde swallowed thickly as her stomach somersaulted in excited anticipation, her gaze staying locked with his as she removed her hands from his chest and took a step back, peeling off her top and pulling down her shorts.

She stepped forward and pulled down her ponytail, shaking her hair loose. Neither spoke as they stood looking at one another, hearts banging in their chests, their eyes filling with renewed desire as they raked over every inch of the others' body.

Being alone and naked like this with her husband was different from anything she'd known before. It was arousing and exciting, and despite every one of their encounters before tonight, it felt like she was only now really able to see and enjoy him.

"You're not beautiful, you're exquisite," she whispered, her eyes following her finger as she traced a line over the solid muscle of his chest, stopping just before she reached his erection. She lifted her eyes to meet the ones already fixed on her. "I didn't know it was possible to want someone this much, but it is, because every time I look at you I want you and it's all I can think about. Lookin' at you, and touchin' you, and wantin' you, and knowin' you want me, and knowin' this is how it's gonna be from now on is all I'm ever gonna need," Beth exclaimed breathlessly, feeling herself flushing bright red.

Daryl linked his fingers through hers, knowing he was turning much the same colour, gnawing at his lower lip as his mind whirred with her loving words. Words that made his pulse rush hard and fast in his ears and every sinew of his being ache in his need to sink his body back inside hers.

"Hey, I want ya to look at me, Princess," he soother. "Yer the only one that's ever gonna," he promised her, squeezing her fingers and rubbing his nose lovingly and slowly alongside hers as he groaned into her heated cheek. "Ain't never been anyone else. I ain't never gonna understand why, but ya chose me. I know ya love me, I know ya wanna be with me… and I never thought I'd have that. Never knew I needed it till you came along," he admitted as he pressed his lips into hers for a soft, lingering kiss.

"It was always gonna be you, Beth," he told her, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. "Till the end of our days, remember?" Daryl kissed her reddened lips one more time as she nodded her affirmation with a groan, her husband effortlessly hoisting her into his arms, and Beth locking her legs around his waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "In sickness and in health, in good times and bad," she whispered, scraping her nails rhythmically over his nape as their darkened orbs locked once more and they knew no more words were needed.

After a moment Daryl let out a long and frustrated moan. "C'mon. Let's go get that food before I decide eatin' you is more temptin'," he growled, nuzzling playfully at the curve of her neck as Beth began to giggle and squirm, the roughness of his whiskers sending a cold thrill down her spine. "Not that it ain't more temptin', 'cause it is. It really fuckin' is. Only reason I ain't doin' it right now is 'cause I promised ya food. But after…" Daryl stopped abruptly as Beth interjected, tugging hard at the hair at his nape and eliciting a groan.

"Daryl, I know. You wanna lick my pussy," she whispered breathlessly, her nose sliding alongside his as she pressed passionate kisses to his face and scraped at his scalp as she ruffled his hair. "I want you to lick it. I wanna come for you, and I want you inside me, fuckin' me so hard the whole street hears me moanin' your name," Beth finished, nipping at his lips and groaning into his now frantic and deep kiss, their tongues winding themselves together as she pressed her chest into his.

After an eternity Daryl begrudgingly pulled away, opening his eyes to take in Beth's parted, raw lips as her breath came hard and fast and she looked as though she might explode if he didn't do all those things immediately. "That's a dirty mouth ya got there, Elizabeth Dixon," he drawled, smirking slightly as he traced his tongue over his lower lip. His blackened eyes darted hungrily around her flushed face and he was unable to stop himself from crushing his mouth into her throbbing lips for one more kiss. He kissed her roughly as his whiskers scraped across her already sore flesh. Beth's fingers clawed at his back and neck, pulling him impossibly close as her slick, aching centre moved against his hardened cock, demanding all of it and more.

And as much as Daryl wanted to slide into her right then and there and fuck her for all he was worth, the desire to take her downstairs and play out his little fantasy was stronger. Daryl grabbed her waist and hoisted her up and over his shoulder in one quick move, Beth letting out a shocked squeal as she found herself dangling upside down against his back, ass in the air as he held on to the backs of her thighs.

"Daryl! What are you doin'? Stop! Put me down!" she squeaked, slapping his ass to no avail as he headed out of the bedroom and towards the stairs.

"Quit wrigglin'. Ya want me to drop ya, or ya wanna get downstairs safely?" he boomed excitedly as he pressed a kiss to her thigh and slapped her butt, Beth now holding on tightly to his waist.

"How about I walk? I can walk! Daryl!" she squealed, laughing and coughing and bouncing up and down as they descended the stairs, Beth now feeling both aroused and sick in equal amounts.

"Thought ya'd like bein' carried around on yer weddin' day," he offered, gently unfurling her from around his shoulder and sitting her down on the edge of the kitchen counter before planting a lingering kiss on her hair covered forehead.

"Yeah! Across the threshold, and you already did that!" Beth gasped, feeling dizzy and breathless as she scraped away the hair from her face, before clamping her legs around Daryl's waist and pulling him tightly between her thighs. "I think under this big, rough, tough redneck exterior I got myself an old romantic," she stated, resting her forearms on his shoulders and playing with his hair as she placed feather-light open-mouthed kisses across his muscles, from shoulder to ear.

"Pfft," he countered, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing the end of her nose as he felt his skin flushing. "The next stop on the tour, Mrs Dixon, is the kitchen," he whispered, kissing her nose once more and trying to ignore the raging hard on that was making his balls throb until they hurt. "There might be somethin' in here'll make ya smile," he continued, suddenly feeling nervous as he gently turned her head to look at the table that was illuminated beautifully by the candles he'd left burning there.

Beth took a second to take it all in before she shrieked out in happiness. "Daryl! It's so pretty. You remembered everythin'! The food, the cola, even the candles," Beth cooed excitedly, turning back around to look at her husband. "You so are an old romantic, Daryl Dixon. You know this was our first date, right," she mused, beaming in happiness as Daryl watched her genuine excitement for a moment. "But pig's feet? You know I hated those pig's feet," she mumbled, scrunching up her face in disappointment as she gently traced her nails across his back and rested her temple into his chest.

Daryl caressed the back of her head for a moment then pulled back to look at her. "It's a white trash brunch. Ya gotta get used to 'em now yer married to a rough, tough redneck," Daryl drawled, grinning as he held her chin and pressed his lips to hers. The ache in his body was now throbbing so badly he couldn't think of anything else except having her.

Beth closed her eyes, barely sighing at his gentle show of affection, but Daryl took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue between her parted lips, kissing her deeply as he pulled her into him, his tongue lathing hers with purpose as his hands tangled in the hair behind her ears and the hardness of his cock rocked impatiently against the folds of her slick pussy.

Beth breathlessly broke his dizzying kiss and pressed her forehead to his to steady herself, understanding exactly what he wanted. "Don't," she panted, her eyes now wide as they locked with his. "I don't think it's fair you know what I taste like... but I don't know what you taste like," she whispered, her fingertips brushing across the join of his reddened lips, then drifting downwards, following the firm contours of his body, throat to navel, where they paused to trace feint circles through the sparse hair there. As Beth's blackened orbs held Daryl's heated gaze, her hand moved lower still, her index finger ghosting the cool sticky pre-cum already pooling on the tip of her husband's hardened cock.

Beth bit down nervously into her already raw lower lip as she swirled her finger through her husband's arousal. Daryl swallowed thickly and couldn't help but moan out at that one tiny touch, a touch that sent a surge of heated electricity searing through his body.

Beth lifted her finger to her lips, sucking her husband's arousal from it. "I've wanted to do this for you for so long," she admitted, desire sparking behind her beautiful big blue eyes as they found his darkened orbs once more. She slid herself down from the counter and stepped forward, guiding Daryl backwards with her palms until he reached the refrigerator door.

"Beth…" Daryl began, but Beth had already covered his mouth with hers, caressing it slowly as her lips and tongue lathed rhythmically against his. Daryl reached out with both hands and grasped her face, moaning into her as he tried to keep up with the sudden assault on his body.

Beth pressed her tiny form further into her husband's, her small fingers curling around his shaft, stroking along his hardened length as she slowed their kiss, nipping his lower lip between her teeth and sucking gently, simultaneously tightening her grip on his cock. Daryl groaned out loudly in pleasure, resting his forehead into her temple as he cradled her face and pressed his lips to her cheek.

"I promise I'm gonna make you so happy," she whispered as she ran her fingers through his tousled hair, sweeping it back from his face. She reached up and pressed her lips into his once more, building the intensity and kissing him deeper and harder until neither could catch their breath. As her hand slid along the length of him, his cock straining in her palm and his arousal spreading onto her fingers, she broke the kiss and let her mouth drift down through the whiskers on his jaw to his throat, revelling in his pleasurable moans and the hard pounding of his pulse under her lips.

The blonde pressed more slow, loving kisses into Daryl's firm flesh, neck to navel, repositioning herself onto her knees as she looked up through messy curls to find her husband's wide, dark gaze on her, his cock still encased in her hand. Daryl remained mesmerised as he watched her drag the flat of her tongue along his cock, base to tip, before sealing her lips around the head and sucking.

"Ahhh, Jesus…" Daryl moaned, throwing his head backwards and cracking it against the hard refrigerator door. She'd hardly even touched him yet and he was already so close to coming he was mortified.

Not that he had time to worry about that, or the bruise he'd have later, before he was witnessing Beth take the rest of his hardened cock into her mouth. As Beth set to work, experimentally lapping at his shaft as she slid her mouth slowly up and down its length, Daryl grabbed a handful of her hair to distract himself. He twisted it messily through his fingers as he tried to relax against the refrigerator, his breathless panting spilling into the silence of the house as he watched Beth's mouth caress his naked cock in the same loving way it had always caressed the rest of his body.

Beth though, had no idea if what she was doing was right, all she could do was use Daryl's reactions as a guide. And Daryl looked as if he was enjoying what she was doing. So, she carried on. Her hand gliding up and down, as she sucked, and licked, and kissed every inch of him.

As Daryl kept a firm grasp on the hair tangled in his fist his other hand swept gently across her cheek, his fingertips tracing the outline of her jaw as she locked her eyes with his and he felt her take his cock between her soft pink lips once more. And everything about it was so much better than any of his imaginings… every touch and sensation blowing his mind in new and sublime ways he never knew existed as her eyes burned into his soul.

Daryl hadn't known what to expect when Beth took him into her mouth, simply because he'd never had a woman do that for him before. The one thing he did know for certain was that he should've been lying down, because right at this moment he felt like his heart was exploding from his chest and his legs buckling from under him, and he wasn't altogether sure he would be able to control either once he reached climax.

"Aarrhh, shit that feels good," Daryl gasped as the hand tangled in her hair began guiding her head as she bobbed up and down, her eyes wide and shining. She was sheathing every inch of him in her tight warm mouth as if she'd been made to do it. As if she'd done this with him a thousand times before and knew what he needed better than he did.

Beth slid one hand along the muscles of his thigh, grabbing his butt as the other gently massaged his balls. As she sucked and moaned around him, Daryl started to fuck into her mouth. He couldn't stop himself. He was so close to climax that the familiar throb of pleasure was already coursing uncontrollably through every sinew of his body, driving him crazy with an urgent need to finish.

As Beth kept her eyes fixed on Daryl's face, she felt something in him shift, his cock hardening in her mouth and his balls drawing up in her palm, his entire body tightening as it approached release. As he unfurled his fist and let go of her hair he dropped his head back in ecstasy against the refrigerator door once more, letting out a long deep groan, desperately panting and grunting as Beth squeezed his balls and slid her tight wet mouth all the way down his cock until her nose was buried into his soft chestnut curls. The tender head of his cock now leaking as it grazed the back of her throat and she softly ran her tongue back and forth along its underside.

"Fuck. I'm gonna come," Daryl gasped through laboured, loud breaths, desperately trying to pull himself free of Beth's mouth as he looked at her in panic. He was only able to withdraw an inch because the blonde refused to be pushed away, holding him firmly in place between the cold hard door and her equally firm body. Beth kept her eyes locked with his, telling him it was okay as she continued to suckle his now engorged cock until he couldn't stop his climax from happening inside her. Powerful, warm, thick, salty bursts of cum exploded against her throat and filled her mouth as she gently tugged on his balls, moaning as she sucked every last drop from him. His face scrunching up beautifully as he squeezed his eyes shut and grunted out his release.

When his orgasm was over, his body and mind utterly spent in every way, Beth slid her lips from his softening member and swallowed in one big gulp, swiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Breathless and panting, and only just able to keep upright on shaky legs, Daryl's head began to spin out of control. Right then the only thing he knew was that he wanted his wife. He grabbed Beth up off the floor and pulled her into his chest, wrapping her up in his muscular arms for the longest time as a serene feeling of bliss coursed hotly through his veins and overwhelmed his every sense.

"That weren't part a' the plan. How come ya can't do as yer damn well told, huh?" Daryl asked in a playful mumble once he was able to begin gathering his thoughts. He couldn't stop a huge shit-eating grin from spreading itself across his face as he pressed his mouth into the golden curls on her crown. He tightened his hold on his beautiful bride, closing his eyes again and resting against the hard door behind him as his heartbeat returned to a more normal rhythm and he could instead enjoy the feel of Beth's heart as it thudded powerfully against his chest.

'I promise I'm gonna make you so happy'. Beth's sweet words bounced around his head as he tried not to laugh out loud.

Beth wanted to try and make him happy? She thought all she could ever make him was happy?

Happy didn't even come close to describing how he felt right now, how he always felt when he was with her. Happy wasn't the word he'd use to describe how he felt about tonight, about what they'd just done, about every single beautiful thing she'd given him, or about all of the perfect moments they'd shared since the day she'd walked through Alexandria's gates.

He didn't know what word he'd use, because all he could feel right now was an all-encompassing euphoria that he couldn't even begin to make sense of.

One thing he did know was that whatever this feeling was, it was strong enough to mend his broken bits. He knew without doubt that every one of Beth's loving touches, every one of her glances, her smiles, and every one of her words were healing him.

"I never promised to obey you. I promised to love you. I promised to cherish you. And I'm pretty sure I promised to honour you," Beth murmured softly, interrupting his train of thought as Daryl felt her smiling lips press against his flesh, a smile he knew matched the one on his own lips.

"That was some honourin'," he whispered, hardly lifting her toes off the floor before scooting her backwards. He nuzzled his face into the warmth of her neck, barely managing to lift her back onto the counter before wrapping his arms around her once more as she curled her arms and legs around him, holding him together in the same way she had all that long time ago.

After an age of clinging to one another, the silence around them growing deafening as Beth stroked rhythmically across the skin of his back, she pressed a lingering kiss to the soft spot under his ear. "Do I really hafta eat those pig's feet?" she asked quietly. "I love what you did, but I think they might make me sick," she told him honestly, Daryl now stroking her hair from her face as he pulled back to look at her with concern.

"We got other stuff, Princess. Peaches, strawberries, bacon, chicken, eggs, bread, honey. Whatever ya want," he reassured her, his palms now rubbing back and forth along both her thighs as he remained tightly between them. "I only wanted to see ya smile," he promised softly, after seeing how pale she'd gone, although Beth was now only concerned with whether she could eat anything at all without throwing up. She suddenly felt empty and queasy, and that was a problem she'd had for a few days now, feeling sick at any time of night or day. Which made her question the whole 'morning sickness' title it had been given. She was just as likely to throw up after lunch or supper as breakfast. She'd hoped she could get through the next few hours without having to explain it to Daryl. She didn't want the night to end, not just yet. Not when it was the most beautiful night they'd ever shared.

"You choose. Surprise me," Beth sang more cheerfully so as not to worry him, running her fingertip through the sparse hairs on his chest and finally loosening the grip her thighs had on him.

Daryl leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Ya sure yer okay?" he asked, Beth nodding enthusiastically as she grabbed his face and planted a reassuring kiss on his mouth.

"Alright, we got the ingredients fer pancakes, and I can make pancakes, so I guess it's gonna be pancakes," he told her, suddenly sounding as excited as a child on Christmas morning. "Wait, do ya like pancakes?" he asked as an afterthought, waiting for an answer before he got any more carried away.

"Yes, Daryl, I like pancakes! Pancakes will be perfect, especially since it's what? About 2am?!" Beth giggled as she turned Daryl around and gently pushed him in the direction of the stove.

It made her heart sing to finally see her husband this excited and relaxed, this carefree and comfortable. He was her entire world, and all she'd ever wanted was for him to understand he was loved and wanted. And she thought that maybe he did know that now.

Beth carried on watching him, overcome with pride at seeing how much more confidence he had now, too, even compared to a few hours ago. She soon became mesmerised as she mindlessly swung her legs back and forth under the counter top, still grinning stupidly when Daryl glanced up at her a while later and pulled her from her daydreams. "Gettin' a good look, Mrs Dixon?" he asked through a smirk, not only aware, but also enjoying the fact she was staring at him.

And Beth had been staring; noticing every tiny detail about him; the way his brow furrowed and the tip of his tongue snaked out his mouth when he was concentrating, the beautiful way the muscles in his arms flexed when he stretched, the way his bangs fell across his face and the sexy way he flicked them away, the way his torso shimmered like a smooth bronze sculpture in the dim candlelight, and how absolutely everything about Daryl Dixon's naked body left her weak at the knees and insanely wet between the legs.

"No, because that stove is coverin' the best view," she sighed, pouting sexily as Daryl instinctively gnawed at the inside of his lower lip, just like he always did when he was contemplating something. He sexily flicked his hair from his eyes once more, letting them rake over every inch of his wife's utterly beautiful body. A body he couldn't wait to carry on exploring; touching, and kissing, and tasting until he knew how her body worked better than she did. Like Beth somehow already understood how his worked better than he ever would.

Beth leaned back onto her palms, a feint smile on her lips and her head cocked to the side, also enjoying the way her husband's hungry eyes ignited her flesh as they seared into it with equal parts lust and love.

"Best come and take a closer look then," he invited huskily, his attention momentarily returning to check on the pancake already sizzling on the stove.

Even though Daryl knew Beth was about to appear next to him; he'd heard her bare feet connect with the tiles as she jumped down from the counter and he'd heard her footsteps padding across the floor, he wasn't prepared for the still unfamiliar, loving sensation of her hot warm mouth connecting with the marred flesh of his back as she pressed her lips into it. Her hands then sliding softly around his waist and splaying out over his abdomen as she squeezed herself into him.

"There's still so many bits of you I haven't kissed," she mumbled hungrily as her lips brushed the tiny raised scars that adorned his shoulders, kissing gently and slowly until she could feel his skin bursting into goose bumps and a shudder spiralling through his core. "I promise I'm gonna kiss them all, over and over for the rest of your life," she told him, "after I've eaten these. They smell sooooo good!"

Daryl lifted the skillet, tossing the pancake high into the air, catching and sliding it onto a plate in one smooth movement.

"Daryl! Where did you learn that?" Beth asked, excitedly lifting his elbow and ducking her head underneath, before squeezing herself between him and the stove top.

"I didn't know you could cook anythin' you didn't shoot!" she teased as Daryl kissed the top of her head.

"Ya never asked. Anyway, this is it, so don't go gettin' all excited," he mumbled, wrapping his free arm around her middle and pulling her into him, away from the danger of the stove but mostly because he wanted her back in his arms.

"So… are you gonna tell me, or do I hafta guess?" Beth asked again, stealing the skillet away from the archer before pouring more mixture into the smoking oil.

Daryl was happy to let her take over, wrapping both arms tightly around her middle and keeping her a safe distance from the heat as he leaned over her shoulder and nuzzled his nose into the fragrant curls at her neck. "My mom taught me when I was a kid. We made 'em every weekend fer a few months. I dunno… I guess it's the only clear memory I got left a' her. She tried, I guess she loved us, but she weren't really cut out to have kids. Then she died when I was ten, so I don't remember too much else," he explained, his fingers rubbing in nervous circles over her abdomen.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Beth offered quietly. She didn't really know what else to say. She knew Daryl didn't like talking about his childhood, so she'd never pushed him on it. But maybe she should have. He obviously had some good memories as well as all the bad. She knew the scars he carried on his back were from his father's beatings, she knew his low self-esteem and lack of confidence were traits also gifted from his father's brutality, she knew his parents were dead and she knew his only sibling had been Merle, but she felt ashamed she knew very little else. Even though they'd decided to look to the future and forget what came before Alexandria, she knew it wasn't always that easy, especially for someone like Daryl, someone that carried so many deep wounds from a life time of abuse and neglect. Maybe talking about it was something he needed to do to finally get closure.

"What was your mom's name?" she asked tentatively as she pretended to fiddle with the skillet.

Daryl took a deep breath, holding it for a brief second before pressing his lips into her shoulder and exhaling. "Rebecca. I guess I remember her hair the most. It was like yers, long and curly and real pretty, 'cept hers was dark," he told her, sounding sad but somehow also like a weight had been lifted. "Beth, I promise I'll tell ya everythin', everythin' I can remember, just not now. It ain't somethin' ya wanna hear on yer weddin' day… and by the smell, I'd say that pancake needs flippin'," he added, grateful he could change the subject.

Not that he didn't want to tell Beth absolutely everything there was to know about his life, because he did, he'd always wanted to share his past, explain why he is the way he is, but before tonight he'd been too scared to even start explaining in case it drove her away. Of course, he knew now that Beth would never have judged him or been driven away by something she would've said didn't matter and wasn't his fault, and he regretted wasting so much time worrying that she might.

"Daryl, help me!" she squeaked in a panic, Daryl curling his fingers around her smaller ones as they gripped onto the handle.

"Ready?" he asked, not waiting for a reply before he was forcefully manoeuvring her arm, the pancake double flipping high above the stove. Beth giggled wildly as he stretched their arms forward to catch it. "Hmmmm, not bad fer yer first attempt," he praised, as it landed smack bang in the centre of the skillet, cooked to perfection.

Daryl let go of her hand and turned off the stove as Beth slid the pancake on top of the first. "I'm pretty sure I'd be peelin' this off the floor if you hadn't been here," Beth confessed. "I'm more of a 'put it in the oven and let it bake' kinda girl; cakes and cookies and pot roast. Acrobatics with hot objects, not so much. So, I guess we make a good team."

Beth picked up the plate with one hand and grabbed the honey from the counter with the other, twisting herself around in his arms. She peered up at him from under a mass of unruly curls, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah, we do," he agreed as he took her face in his hands and blew a gentle stream of air across her forehead to move the flyaway hairs covering her eyes. Since he knew she had both hands full, he leaned in and stole one more kiss, before finally stepping aside to let her pass.

"Okay, so… now I want these, and this, and these," she demanded as she nodded to the strawberries, cream and peaches sitting in the refrigerator. They were instructions meant for Daryl, who was now stood behind her, picking out each item as she turned her head to grin at him gleefully. "This still don't make me yer slave," Daryl grunted in annoyance, cocking his eyebrow and looking at her sternly. Beth merely grinned triumphantly and twirled back around, because they both knew it did.

Arms full, he kicked the refrigerator door shut and followed her to the table, quickly setting down everything she'd asked for, plus the champagne. As Beth was about to sit, Daryl slipped his arms around her waist, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde as he roughly tugged her backwards and down into his lap instead. He gathered her hair in his hand and wound it loosely around his fist, leaving her back and neck exposed.

His lips began to press soft kisses to her nape, a low groan rumbling in his chest as his nose nuzzled further into her silk like skin and his rough fingertips wandered over the bumps of her spine, from bottom to top and then back again.

"Daryl, that's not fair," Beth mewled, "I need to eat," she mumbled through a dither as a beautiful cold shiver chased down her spine in the wake of his touch, every inch of her body breaking out in goose bumps as her stomach growled once more, as if in agreement.

"You weren't fair with me," he reminded her in a whisper, sliding his hand around her front and cupping her breast, kneading it gently as he nuzzled his mouth into that spot behind her ear he knew drove her crazy. "Payback's a bitch ain't it?" he mumbled, hungrily sucking her flesh as he tweaked and tugged her hardened nipples.

Beth groaned out wantonly just like he knew she would. "Okay, you win," she mewled in defeat. Knowing he'd won, the archer reluctantly let go of her hair and breast to reach around her, propping his chin on her bare shoulder as he poured cream onto the pancakes and started to chop the strawberries and peaches into smaller pieces.

Beth lifted her fork, prodding at the pancakes tentatively for a moment before she decided to drizzle honey over the cream, finally picking up the courage to try a mouthful. Of course, it tasted as divine as it smelled, and after a couple of bites and once she was sure she wasn't about to throw up she started to hungrily devour everything her husband was putting on her plate.

"Jeez, ya really did need to eat!" he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple before tilting her face towards his and forcing a whole cream covered strawberry between her reddened, smiling lips.

"Mmmmhmmm, and it's amazin'. Thank you, baby," Beth mumbled as she chewed, Daryl chuckling as he ran his thumb across the corner of her mouth to collect the trickle of juice currently running down her chin. "Sorry," she grinned impishly, swallowing thickly and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth.

"Don't gotta be sorry. It's sexy as hell… ya want me to make ya some more?" he asked, grinning wickedly as he pressed his thumb between Beth's lips and watched as she sucked it clean. Beth nodded enthusiastically and widened her now darkened eyes in answer.

"Only if you eat with me. I feel like a greedy pig eatin' by myself," she told him as she turned around and he tightened his hold on her waist, burying his nose into the curve of her neck.

"Well, yer definitely the sexiest lil' pig I've ever seen," he reassured her as he pressed his lips to her flesh and rubbed his palms up and down her arms, suddenly remembering the champagne.

He grabbed the bottle from the table and jammed it between Beth's thighs. "Daryl! Oh my god that's freezin'," she exclaimed loudly, tensing up as she jumped further back into his chest.

"Nearly done," Daryl drawled as he wrestled with the cork for a few more seconds until it finally popped, propelling itself into the air as Champagne started to erupt from the neck, fizzing out onto Beth's thighs before he could stop it. Daryl quickly caught the rest as he filled the two glasses on the table, sliding one in front of Beth.

"I'm not drinkin' that. And you don't even like Champagne," she declared, giggling now as she wiped at her damp and sticky legs.

"No one cares ya ain't twenty-one, Beth. Is that why ya never had any earlier?" he asked, threading his fingers through the ones in her lap as he kissed her temple.

"I guess. But mostly because... well, drink ruined daddy's life for a while. He wasn't himself when he was drinkin' and I don't wanna be like that," she explained. And even though it was all completely true it wasn't the real reason she'd abstained from alcohol on her wedding day. She knew that right now was probably a good time to tell him the real reason, but it somehow didn't feel like the right time. Maybe there would never be a right time, just a better one than now.

"I get it, Princess, but you ain't Hershel, yer stronger than he was," he told her softly. "But I kinda like that ya ain't a drinker," he admitted, squeezing her hand and kissing her shoulder. "I like ya ain't never felt the need to get lit to cope with shit… even after what ya went through, even with how stuff is now. Yer strong, Beth. Stronger than all of us," he mumbled lovingly against her skin.

"I'm not strong. I've just never seen the point in alcohol, but you should have mine. Don't waste it now it's open," she said as she turned to look at him, a smile suddenly settling on her lips as she remembered the moonshine shack. "You handle bein' drunk just fine… except that time you didn't," she reminded him, widening her bright blue eyes playfully. "But I guess that's what happens when you drink moonshine. At least we didn't go blind!" she chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek.

Daryl pulled back and narrowed his eyes at her, more in embarrassment than anything else. He hated thinking back to that day. Or well, the part of the day he was a complete asshole. The other part, the part where he realized he was completely and utterly in love with Beth Greene, would be forever ingrained in his memory as one of the best moments of his life.

"Maybe later, first I'mma make ya more a' those pancakes. Yer gonna need yer strength," he warned, his voice husky and deep. He lifted her out of his lap, stood up and plonked her back down onto the chair before taking away the offending glasses and returning to the stove.

"You're not givin' up then? Still plannin' on winnin' the wager?" she asked as she watched him drink down both glasses of champagne.

"One more room, Princess. Just one more room," he sang confidently, smiling widely as his eyes sparkled with promise. Beth smiled back at him and rolled her eyes playfully at his unwavering assuredness, content to sit in silence for a while and enjoy watching her husband work as he expertly tossed another four pancakes.

As Beth began to once more eat like she hadn't seen food for weeks, Daryl sat down next to her… intensely studying everything about his beautiful new wife as a loving, happy smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

His fingers reached out to play in the ends of her long hair, gently brushing away a few unruly curls from across her forehead, his calloused fingertips then roaming softly along the pink scars that adorned her face as he carried on gazing at her, his heart and mind racing wildly as his darkened eyes devoured every inch of her nakedness with the same fervour she was devouring her food.

"I love ya," he murmured quietly as his rough, warm palm traced around the curve of her shoulder and down the length of her arm, her skin erupting into goose pimples under his touch. "I want ya," he whispered, his hot breath catching the shell of her ear as he leaned closer, taking in her scent as he barely brushed his nose across her cheek, closing his eyes and letting out a low groan of desire.

As much as she tried to ignore him, his words and touches ignited her insides and left her skin tingling as a cold shiver ran down her spine. "Stop! You're supposed to be eatin'," she scolded, unconvincingly shoving him away as she locked her wide blue eyes with his darkened ones.

Daryl held her gaze as he moved her bouquet and the champagne onto the counter, blowing out the tea lights one by one and leaving them bathed in only the dim moonlight filtering through the small window.

"Ain't food I wanna eat. I wanna eat my wife," he drawled sexily, feeling all kinds of turned on as he remembered his plans for the kitchen. Plans Beth had interrupted with something so mind blowing he hadn't been thinking straight since.

Daryl reached out and slid his hand through the hair above her ear, clasping her head in his palm and guiding her swollen and reddened lips onto his in one smooth and dominating move.

Beth wanted to groan out, but he was already kissing her so deeply and with such passion that she couldn't catch her breath. She couldn't do anything but hold on to her new, bold, sexy-as-hell husband, wrapping her arms around his neck as he curled his arms around her waist and lifted her back astride his lap.

He held on so tightly and kissed her so hard she felt like she was suffocating, drowning in the relentless waves of yearning and desire that crashed down on her every time he took her in his arms. She knew it would never be sated, no matter how many times they did this. No matter how many times he took her breath away.

Then without warning, without moving his lips from hers for even a second, Daryl reached out behind her and blindly swept his arm across the table top. Plates, silverware, food and jars clattered to the floor, splintering into tiny pieces as they connected with the hard tiles. The deafening noise momentarily shattering the calm darkness of the house, and their hearts thumping louder, blood rushing faster, and pulses hammering harder in response.

As a feeling of arousal like she'd never felt before coursed hotly through her body, Beth suddenly wanted to laugh. She wanted to laugh at Daryl for believing he was a bad lover, but mostly she wanted to laugh at how unbelievably euphoric she was right now, knowing she was the one he wanted to have this kind of sex with. It was an awakening, a realisation that whatever else happened to the world around them, theirs would always be this. But before Beth could do anything more than gasp into his mouth, Daryl had her backside in his hands, gripping on hard as he stood them up, laying her out on the table in front of him.

His mouth finally pulled away from hers, moving frantically downwards and placing heated kisses along her jaw, her throat, then back along her neck to her ear, nipping and sucking her earlobe as Beth could only gasp for air, digging her nails into the muscles of his back.

"I thought about spreadin' ya out on Rick's table every damn time we sat there. Imagined ya naked and wet, and wantin' me. Imagined the noises you'd make when I ate out yer pussy," he whispered, his words laden with promise as they vibrated across her flesh and his whiskers scraped over her heated skin. "Sweet, dirty lil' noises yer only ever gonna make fer me."

And there it was, a desperate and dirty groan that fell from her lips as another cool shudder coursed through her core, reigniting every nerve ending in her body and making her entire being throb and shake.

Daryl's mouth pressed into her throat, licking and kissing more softly this time as Beth scraped at his back and rubbed her foot along the back of his thigh, arching her body into his until she could feel every hardened part of him.

"You're not gonna let me win, are you?" She asked breathlessly, rocking against his erection and kissing his jaw, over and over.

"Not a goddamn chance," he drawled, smirking as he kissed down along her chest and over her stomach, his hands palming her breasts and pinching her nipples as his tongue licked at her thighs.

"Reckon this champagne ain't so bad," he mumbled as he sucked at the dried patches of liquor, now working his way to her centre as Beth invited him in further, letting her knees fall wide apart. Her nails scraped across his scalp as she panted hard and fast through parted lips, her darkened eyes watching him through heavy lids, waiting for his mouth to reach her soaked and throbbing pussy and do all the amazing things he did before.

Daryl could hear her breathing and feel the heat from her eyes scorch into him with an urgency that made him ache. He looked up through his messy bangs to lock his blackened orbs with hers, giving her a beautiful crooked smile that drew a pathetic whimper from the blonde as her pussy clenched tight.

"Daryl," she moaned, "I can't take anymore teasin'. I want you."

His smiling mouth pressed a soft lingering kiss into the blonde curls in front of him, then another, and another, moving higher into the heaving flesh of her belly, right where the baby he didn't yet know about was growing.

"Patience," he growled, guiding the legs that were bent either side of him back down until they were flat to the table. His hands ran over the taught skin covering her hips as he leaned forward, his mouth leaving a soft, slow, hot, trail of kisses as it moved upwards over her abdomen to finally capture her nipple. His teeth latched on, tugging and teasing until Beth was groaning expletives and grinding her swollen centre against the hardness now pressed between her thighs.

Daryl reached out with one hand and blindly searched the counter top for the champagne bottle he knew was there somewhere, his mouth continuing to travel higher, nipping and licking at the flushed soft skin of her breasts, her clavicle, her throat, her jaw, until he was crushing his lips back into her open, panting mouth.

He kissed her deeply as his tongue snaked and swirled around hers, his whiskers scratching her already sore flesh as her moans merged with his deeper groans.

Beth rolled her hips, her slick folds enveloping the head of his thick cock before she slid herself around him, Daryl grunting out as she took him deep inside her body for the briefest moment before pulling back and leaving them both so close to the edge it was nothing short of torture.

"Fuck. Don't start a game ya can't win, Princess," he drawled breathlessly, his chest heaving and heart pounding as he laid heavily atop her, his teeth tugging playfully at her grinning lower lip. Then he remembered why one hand was gripped to the edge of the counter.

After finding the champagne, he pressed a quick kiss to Beth's temple, standing himself between her legs and smiling wickedly through his trademark bangs as she ran her finger down his centre, finally noticing the bottle in his hand as it glinted in the moonlight.

"What are you plannin' on doin' with that?" Beth asked quietly, suddenly swallowing hard as her eyes flicked from the bottle to her husband's face, a hundred hot-as-hell scenarios flashing before her.

"Ya ain't gonna drink with me on our weddin' night, so, I'mma drink by myself," he rasped sexily as he traced the bottom edge of the cold bottle along the centre of her body, his dark, lust filled orbs searing his intentions into the heaving flesh of his wife's torso as she shivered from the sudden chill.

As Beth panted excitedly, her stomach churning in anticipation and her body burning so badly she thought this might be the moment she threw up, Daryl began to slowly pour champagne into the dip at the base of her throat. Beth let out a short gasp, her eyes shooting up to meet Daryl's as the unexpected but delicious cool tingling of bubbles sent a beautiful shockwave of pleasure through her entire being.

Daryl stopped, his eyes searching hers long enough to know she wanted whatever he was about to give her. His gaze dropped once more to watch as the liquor fizzed on her pink, goose bumped flesh, and as it overflowed the hollow and ran in golden rivulets across her clavicle and onto her shoulders. Beth's sweet gasps and groans filling his ears as his eyes delighted in the way she writhed around on the table.

So, he slowly poured more, the cold sparkling alcohol now spreading across her chest. Her nipples were puckered tighter than he'd ever seen before as the steady trickle caressed the mounds of her breasts and pooled on the table. Her abdomen clenched as the river of champagne ran downwards, bubbles pooling in her navel before spilling out onto her waist and hips. He carried on, an unbroken flow of cold liquid finally cascading its way downwards through the folds of her pussy and dripping onto the floor as she arched her back and panted his name.

Now Beth was exactly as he wanted her; wet, sticky and desperate for him, Daryl drank what was left of the champagne, placing the empty bottle back on the counter before threading his fingers through hers and pinning her hands to the table either side of her head.

"Now I'mma lick it all off," he told her, that deep southern drawl she loved setting every hair on end and his slow laboured breaths heating the shell of her ear as he held himself above her for what seemed like forever.

Beth eventually pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, tasting what remained of the sweet liquid as she exhaled deeply and nuzzled her nose into his stubble. "You have no idea how fuckin' sexy this is. I just wanna feel your tongue on me again," she whispered, now moaning impatiently as she rubbed her nose against his, feeling Daryl's cock twitching and leaking against her wet and throbbing centre as she rocked into him.

Daryl pressed his mouth into her swollen lips, kissing her roughly before moving down over her throat, groaning out through hard, rapid breaths as he reached the sticky, wet, champagne drenched skin of her chest, revelling in the taste as he flicked out his tongue and ran the flat of it in a long hard line between her breasts, tasting the alcohol, but mostly tasting his wife. Her overpowering clean, natural, sweet taste. The unique and unmistakable scent that could turn him on and tell him he was home all at once.

"Everythin's so much better when it smells of you," he told her, tightening his fingers around hers and squeezing lovingly. His tongue now lapping slowly and rhythmically at every inch of flesh he could reach, and Beth almost hyperventilating at the exquisite sensation of such softness touching her throbbing, burning flesh.

Daryl held her captive as he purposefully teased and worked her nipples for an age; until they were rock solid, raw, red and burning, and Beth could feel something deep inside her clenching tight and throbbing until it was unbearable.

"Oh god, Daryl, that feels so good. I wanna come so bad but I don't ever want you to stop," she moaned, finally grabbing his head with both hands as Daryl released his hold on them, groping instead the underside of her breast as his other rubbed up and down the outside of her thigh, her legs now curled loosely around his backside.

As much as Daryl wanted to give in and give her what she wanted, he also wanted to finish what he'd started. So, he carried on licking and sucking at her flesh until her skin was red and burning and every last drop of champagne was cleaned from her torso. He swirled his tongue in circles around her navel, dipping inside and sucking until there was nothing left. His whiskers scraped almost painfully over her sensitive skin as his mouth dragged first over one hip, then the other, across the swell of her belly until his nose was finally buried in her damp fragrant blonde curls.

"Ya smell good enough to eat," he growled, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as Beth whimpered out and dug her nails into his scalp, his own hands then reaching for the thighs curled around his waist and roughly pushing them backwards, spreading open her centre until he could see every part of her and she was laid out before him like she had been in every single one of his fantasies.

His eyes flicked up to watch her reaction as he stuck his tongue out, sliding it slowly and smoothly over her clit and feeling it jerk under him as Beth inhaled sharply. Without stopping he slipped his tongue through the swollen, soaked folds of her pussy and licked from her entrance to her clit, drinking down her intoxicating arousal and the remains of the liquor as he sucked and licked her, over and over, to the point he knew she couldn't come back from.

Beth didn't want to come back from it. She knew she was about to climax. She knew she'd only held out until now because something deep inside her had refused to let go, refused to put an end to the most mind-blowing sensations her body had ever known. She couldn't even begin to describe the feelings that were sparking like electricity through her veins as her husband did bold, confident new things to her she never even imagined existed.

"Fuck me. Please," she begged in a whimper, stroking her fingers down the side of his face as she rolled her hips in urgency.

Daryl stopped and pulled back, his eyes flicking up to watch her out of breath and heaving body. He knew then that he wanted to watch one more time as she came undone, he wanted to taste it, and smell it, and feel it. So, he slowly pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them forward and pressing them into that spot he knew would give her the release she needed.

"Oh god! Yessss! I'm gonna come," Beth screamed loudly, Daryl sealing his lips around her pulsing clit once more and sucking softly, his tongue sliding back and forth over the engorged nub as his fingers fucked with force into that same spot, over and over.

"Daryl!" She cried as she crushed her knees together, her nails digging into his scalp, and her hips bucking up off the table as the first rush of climax pulsed through her core. Her pussy clenched and released around the fingers still buried deep inside it, fresh arousal oozing from her entrance as her clit throbbed powerfully under the warm, wet, softness of her husband's lips as he refused to move.

"No, I want you inside me," Beth panted, climax still racing around her every sinew as she grabbed Daryl's face and dragged it along her body with a desperate urgency. Daryl's fingers slipped from her centre, his hand now cradling her face as she snuggled into it.

For a second everything around them stopped, Beth's world stopped spinning and Daryl's heart stopped banging. As they looked at each other nothing existed except the sound of their breathing and an indescribable and immeasurable sense of joy.

His heart pounding once more and his eyes still staring into hers, Daryl shoved his cock deep inside her, groaning out as the tight, slick, swollen walls of her pussy clamped around him and she gasped out, biting into her lower lip.

Daryl stopped, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on hers. "This… this feelin' ain't never gonna get old, Beth. Don't matter how many times I get to be inside ya, I'm always gonna feel like I feel right now. Like I died and went to fuckin' heaven," he told her, finally able to put some of his feelings into words. Words Beth couldn't even add to they were so beautiful.

"What you said," she whispered as she kissed his nose and twisted her fingers in the hair at his nape.

Without warning, Daryl slammed into her, eliciting a long, dirty moan of pleasure from them both, their mouths falling open as their breath came hard and fast, their lips locking passionately once more. As their tongues twirled and danced he did it again, over and over, fucking his wife for all he was worth and giving her everything she'd asked for as she held him in her arms.

"C'mon. Fuck me harder," Beth encouraged, feeling his cock swell and knowing he was almost there. She pressed her lips to his neck and moaned into his flesh, biting and kissing as she inched along his shoulder. Her nails scratched at his back as his cock began to frantically pound into a place that was borderline painful to her tired and spent body, but that still somehow felt wonderful.

He pushed deep inside her one last time, holding himself against the smooth bump of her cervix as his cock began to erupt. She felt her insides warm and tingle as his seed released against her throbbing flesh, Daryl grunting and gasping and burying his face into her shoulder before he collapsed breathlessly on top of her. Beth rhythmically stroked his hair from his face and lay silently with him for an eternity as she felt his heart race next to hers.

"Fuck, Beth. I'm done," he moaned when his mind began to re-focus. He pushed his arms between Beth and the table and pulled her close so he could hold her the way she was holding him.

What he really wanted was to lie down on their bed and entwine his limbs with hers, cuddle her so hard she became part of him as they drifted into a deep sleep.

He knew it must be around 3am already though, which meant he only had a few hours left to win this wager. He didn't hold out much hope. But what surprised him more was that he didn't even care. He'd willingly be Beth's slave for the week. It wasn't like they didn't both know he already was.

"Daryl, take me to bed. I don't wanna play this game anymore, I just wanna sleep. You win. You deserve to win, baby," she mumbled in defeat, unaware of Daryl's exact same thoughts. "After the most perfect day, all I needed was to be alone with you. I only wanted you to finally understand that you can touch me, because I'm yours... but I got this. I never expected this. I never expected to get further than our bedroom. So, you win. I'll do whatever you want me to. Anythin' at all," she promised, stroking his cheek and softly pressing her lips to his for a moment, catching her own scent.

"Anythin', huh?" he drawled huskily, his dark eyes glinting, catching the moonlight as he studied her face and his heart smashed into his ribs at the sound of so many more loving words.

Before Beth could do more than smile at her husband, Daryl stood himself up and scooped his wife into his arms like she weighed nothing, holding her tight to his chest and nuzzling his face into the clammy softness of her neck. The gentle scraping of his whiskers on her tingling and sensitised flesh tickled madly, and Beth couldn't help but giggle sleepily, curling her arms even tighter around his neck and pulling at his hair.

"When I said I was done, I meant that you win, Princess. I ain't got no idea how I made it this far. Didn't expect to make it past the goddamn front door, and I nearly didn't. So, yeah, ya win," he groaned against her ear, shifting her higher before capturing her lips with his own. This time the kiss was slow, and careful, and gentle, and sweet, just like every kiss they'd ever shared before tonight. Beth sighed into it exactly as she always had, and he knew right then it was what they needed.