Never ever had Daryl believed, that one day in his life he would do it, never. But with Beth it felt so right, almost easy. Like she had come into his life to heal him from his past, his dark dreams and demons. It was a long way, but now here they were and Daryl still couldn't believe it, that he was willing to do this.
After that night, when Daryl had showed Beth his bare upper body in the shower, he always took off his shirt even on his own, while they were intimate. Beth never forced him to anything and maybe because of that Daryl did it by himself. But only when they had sex when it was already dark, because he was still ashamed and scared to show Beth his broken skin by daylight.
She had just seen his chest and belly, never his back and the dark, old scars, which covered most of his skin there and again she never pushed him to show her his back. Her fingertips always stayed away from his back, which wasn't that bad for Beth, because she just couldn't take her hands away from his chest, since Daryl was comfortable with that.
It surprised him every time how heated the hard muscles of his belly, his dark body hair under her fingertips or his broad shoulders could make her. Daryl had never believed, that his body could give someone so much pleasure, that someone could even enjoy it looking at him and feeling his skin. But Beth did, Beth really did with every second.
His heart almost explored, when she even kissed his chest with her tender lips, making him shiver badly and giving him goose bumps everywhere on his skin. But it felt so good, so priceless good. Daryl had already often wanted to switch lives with someone else, but in this moment he just wanted to feel her kisses on his skin, feel her fingertips stroking his belly, feel her so close to his heart. He just didn't want to give his life away in these beautiful moments.
Tears were burning in his eyes so badly then and if Beth would have already come, he would have stopped instantly with his movements and would have supported his forhead against hers, letting the tears having their way, didn't matter if he had come or not.
They were doing like that since weeks, letting his shirt on when they were having sex during the day and taking it off, when it was dark and Daryl felt secure enough. Beth still hadn't seen or even touched his back, till one summer evening.
They were laying in the already dark guard tower, Daryl on his back, while Beth had her own way on top of him. Her fingers were brushing over the skin of his belly, moved heated through his chest hair, which obviously made her come quicker and better.
After the last wave of her orgasm had left her body, Daryl easily caught Beth and laid her carefully down on top of his chest. His fingers were sliding through her golden locks, while his other palm was gently stroking the soft skin of her bare back. Daryl did so, till Beth lifted her head and looked so lovingly up at him with her beautiful angel eyes.
Quickly Daryl covered her so tender looking lips with his. With his hand deep inside her hair, he pulled her even closer to taste her with the tip of his tongue, feeling her as close as possible.
With one move Daryl turned them both around so Beth was laying with her back under him on the mattress now and they never stopped to kiss while doing so. Without any help from his hand, Daryl's dick found its own way inside Beth, making both of them moan and whimper excited with that. With hard, quick trust Daryl made his way as deep as possible inside Beth, knowing how she liked it best.
Her palms were on top of his butt, she liked so much, which she had told him so more than once. She squeezed it lovingly or tried to push with her palms against it, like she could bring him with that even deeper inside herself. Beth just wanted to make her way from his butt, up to his chest, when she lightly brushed his lower back, so close to one of his big scars.
They both opened their eyes then, Daryl because he was scared and Beth because she was sorry, just her eyes were telling him so. But even when his heart began to beat so much faster, he never stopped to move and after a whole minute looking deep inside Beth's beautiful eyes, he did something he had never believed he would do some day.
His shaking hand searched for Beth's and slowly he guided her palm back on his lower back. Her eyes were telling Daryl, that he didn't have to do this, but he even pressed her palm against his skin for a few seconds to made her stay, before he let go and buried his hand to his other deep under the pillow.
First Beth just kept her hand still, letting Daryl the chance to get used to her presence. Finally she slowly began to move, stroked his skin as soft as possible. Daryl closed his eyes overwhelmed, when Beth reached one of his scars, but her movements didn't change, she kept on like there was nothing.
She even added her second hand, both were stroking so softly his lower back, while Daryl never stopped moving in- and outside of the beautiful girl under him.
Finally Beth pulled completely away, knowing that she had already tortured him enough for today, even when she had just tried to heal him. Instead, she framed her palms around his cheeks, making him so looking down with his glassy eyes at her. And it warmed up Daryl's heart from the bottom to the top, when Beth gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen.
A few days later they were just laying the same, when Beth carefully moved her palms up his butt, but she hesitated, waiting for his permission to touch his back. Without even thinking about it, Daryl nodded almost unnoticeable his head, already waiting for her soft fingertips to touch him.
And again a wave of fear, sadness and relieve was running through Daryl's body, while Beth carefully stroked his broken skin. When she got it, that he was shortly before breaking down, she stopped and pulled her hands away, like the last time. Getting it that it was enough for today, that Daryl couldn't go on.
With every new time Beth touched more and more broken skin of his back. On the one hand it hurt Daryl's heart so much, knowing that right now she could feel the disgusting scars under her fingertips, but it was also healing his soul, when she never pulled away, never hesitated for even one quick moment.
It was the night when Beth's palms finally touched his whole back, every inch, every scar, just everything, when he couldn't hold it back any more. Daryl stopped his rhythmical movements, sinked his head and began to cry badly. Beth just wrapped her arms around his back, pulled him down to her and held him as tight as possible, while Daryl didn't even try to get away.
Soon he got it, that he needed her, but Daryl had never needed her that much like in this moment. "It's okay, Daryl. It's alright. Let yourself feel it." Beth whispered soothing into his ear, placing soft kisses on his cheek after, while he just couldn't stop crying.
With every new tear running down his face, Daryl's fear also left his body, the fear he was carrying with him since such a long time. His whole body was trembling on top of Beth's and he knew he should better roll down from her, but he just couldn't right now.
He needed her that close, feel her skin against his, hoping that he wasn't squeezing her too bad. But Beth never said anything like that, she just cradled him in his arms, placed lovingly kisses on top of his head and whispered soothing words next to his ear.
It felt like he was laying on top of her almost the half night long, till Daryl's tears dried, his body wasn't shaking any more and his heart beat was almost normal. Carefully he lifted his head, till his red eyes met Beth's so compassionate looking ones and with a broken voice he whispered "I'm sorry, sweetheart."
Beth knew about what he was sorry, about crying and breaking down on top of her body, laying so long with his whole body weight on top of her, not making her come this night, which was just ridiculous for her. "You don't have to be sorry for even one thing, Daryl." She secured him with a soft smile, whipping the loosen strains of hair away from his sad face.
Since that night Beth always touched his back and with every more time she was doing so Daryl got more and more comfortable with it. Now he was almost waiting for her touches, couldn't wait for them. But still Beth hadn't seen his back, just through her fingertips.
After making her come, spilling everything he had inside the condom, Daryl carefully rolled down from Beth's exhausted body and laid himself next to her on his belly and not like usual down on his back. Daryl knew that if she wanted she could see his scars in the faint light of the candle.
First he just watched Beth how she tried to calm down her body, watching her belly rise and fall fast, her eyes closed, trying to process the feelings, which were still running through her body. And Daryl just couldn't act any other, than start to smirk to himself, while his eyes took in the beautiful girl next to him.
When Beth finally opened her eyes again, she quickly got it that Daryl was watching her. So she moved her head to face him and her lips quickly formed a sweet smile, when she saw his happy expression. They were looking deep into each other eyes for minutes, before she slowly lifted her hand and stroked so lovingly through his messy hair.
Feeling her touch, a warm shiver ran down Daryl's body and finally he hadn't the strenght any more and his tired eyes began to flatter shut. He was slowly drifting off to sleep, when Beth quietly began to sing "Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and I will try to fix you."
Daryl's eyes were still closed, when she slowly leaned forward to press a tender kiss against his cheek. After Beth had stroked his head for some more moments, she let completely from him. Daryl exactly knew, what Beth wanted to do next. He could hear her sitting up, could feel her body heat getting away from his skin and he could feel her eyes on his back for the first time. And without even wanting it, Daryl quietly began to cry, tears were just running out of his eyes without any hindrance.
Beth had touched him already so often there, he should had been already used to it, but still Daryl began to whimper, when she laid her palm on top of his back. It was probably instinct, which caused him act this way, but Daryl just couldn't help himself. Even when Beth had already touched him that often, she had never seen his scars that close before.
"Shsh.. Daryl. It's me. I won't hurt you." Beth whispered, when his whimpers got so heartbreaking, like he was wounded. She kept on stroking her soft fingertips over his back for a half eternity, trying it to get him used to this new situation. Daryl could still feel her eyes almost burning inside his skin, while he buried his face deep inside the pillow.
His whimpers got as loud as never before and he got the feeling of exploring with the very next second, when Beth leaned down and pressed her soft lips against one of his scars. Daryl was crying like a little baby, his body trembling bad, even when he wasn't feeling cold one bit. In contrast, Beth kisses warmed him up like nothing in his life before.
She kissed every of his scar from the beginning to the end, till almost Daryl's whole back was covered with Beth's kisses, feeling it warm and tingling where her skin had just touched his seconds before. Daryl's whimpers had finally stopped completely, even when the tears were still streaming out of his eyes without his will and his whole body was trembling.
Because of that, Beth gripped the blanket, threw it around her body and let herself sinking down on his lover back. When she laid her warm upper body on top of his back, the warm fabric around both of their bodies, Beth gave Daryl's body so much of her heat.
Her left hand she let slide down under the pillow to hold his cold, shaking hands, while her right hand was gently stroking his head. After Beth had placed a few kisses on his cheek, she whispered softly "You have made it, Daryl. You don't have to be afraid any more. It's over."
And here he was now, doing something he had always believed he would never do in his life. But it felt so right with Beth, almost easy, almost like she had came into his life for healing him from his past, his dark dreams and demons. It was a long way, but now here they were and Daryl still couldn't believe it.
Everything was so good, since Daryl had opened completely to Beth. Everything was so unforced since that night, he didn't have a problem any more to show Beth his back any more, even in the daylight. But he should have known it better, that his life just wasn't allowed to feel that good, it simply wasn't how it was suppose to be for him.
It was one sunny afternoon, when Beth and he just wanted to go down to the gates to help the other, when his almost perfect life suddenly changed. They were both smiling at each other happily, when a too familiar voice found its way to his ears.
"Daryl?" His body frozen completely then, without even wanting it. Slowly he moved his head into the direction to where the voice was coming. Daryl had to blink a few times, to make sure that his eyes weren't making fun of him.
With dirt and blood everywhere on his body, old clothes and something metallic, where his right lower arm should have been, was Merle just standing there, looking as surprised as himself. How many times Daryl had hoped, wished, dreamed, praid about to see his brother again and even when it was now the reality, he just couldn't move even one inch.
Even without ever telling Beth how Merle looked like, she knew who the man in front of them was and gently she shoved Daryl into the direction of his older brother, because his limbs were still just lifeless.
Slowly his feet dragged Daryk uncontrollable forward, his arms shaking badly, while the tears were already burning in his eyes. He had almost reached him, when Merle suddenly stretched out his arms for him and whispered also with glassy eyes himself "Hey little brother." With tears streaming down his face, Daryl crashed into his brother's arms, letting himself hold from Merle.
