Love Me Like You Do
Beth watched while Daryl paced and chewed at his fingers, he grabbed his smokes with his free hand and stormed out to the porch. She'd only known him for a little over 4 months, had officially been "dating him" for 2 of those months, she wasn't sure what they had been for the first two months, but she didn't exactly care either. She was just glad that she was here for him now. He had just come back from what was supposed to be his first visit to Merle, but he hadn't been allowed in to see him. Seems that Merle had broke the rules somehow and was locked in solitary, visiting privileges lifted for 60 days. Daryl was dealing with his worry, disappointment and fear the same way he dealt with anything that bothered him, pacing and having something, anything between his lips. It was classic psych 101, oral fixation, a natural reflex from birth that infants, with the help of their parents would use to self-sooth. Beth already knew that Daryl had been a thumb sucker when he was younger, he confessed when he saw a picture of her from junior high with braces and she admitted that she had needed them for a bout 8 months to correct an overbite she had from sucking her thumb as a baby. Hershel had been able to break her of the habit. Daryl had said his father had broken him by slapping him in the mouth whenever he had caught Daryl with his thumb in there. He had turned to nail biting and smoking, 2 habits that Will Dixon apparently had no problem with.
"Baby it's alright." Beth said sliding out after him. He quickly stubbed out his smoke and tossed it in the yard. "We'll call the prison when the offices open on Monday and find out what's going on." She added sliding into the bench Daryl had out there to keep him company.
"I know what happened. It was one of three things, Merle likely got into a fight on the inside, he mouthed off to the guards or he got caught with jailhouse hooch." Daryl said rubbing his face. "Look I ain't going to be much company, you might want to head on home. Won't be a good time with my moody ass." Daryl added pulling out his keys. "Come on, I'll take you." Beth stayed sitting and patted the spot next to her. Daryl sat down and put his thumb back to his mouth and chewed.
"You don't have to provide a good time. I just want to spend time with you and help you through this." Beth said pushing his hair back. Daryl looked at her with doubt. "I'm not afraid of your dark cranky side." She added with a smile.
"All I'm going to do is sit inside and get drunk." He said. "I won't be able to drive you home in an hour or two if you change your mind."
"I can get myself home if I change my mind, which I won't." Beth said lifting his arm and draping it across her shoulders and leaning back. "Besides I need to be here to make you a greasy carb loaded hangover breakfast in the morning. Make sure you eat lunch and supper today too." Beth added.
"That sounds like it'll interfere with my drinking." Daryl said. "You don't even drink, being around me when you aren't lit too ain't no picnic."
"I hate picnics." Beth said. Daryl stared at her with his eyebrow raised. "Alright I don't hate them, but they aren't my favorite thing in the world either. Come on Daryl, I want to stay, really."
"Alright, come on. We can put on a movie. What'd you bring this time?" Daryl asked knowing Beth would have brought a few DVDs for them to watch. Beth smiled and took his hand leading him back into his house.
"I brought season 1 of Malcolm in the Middle, Lethal Weapon 4, Grease and Batman Begins." Beth said watching while Daryl pulled a beer from the fridge. Apparently he wasn't kidding about drinking.
"I can't handle Grease this weekend." He said grabbing his pitcher of water and pouring her a glass and adding a lemon slice. He handed it over and watched while she loaded Batman and tossed Grease back in her bag and headed to the kitchen and pulled out the cold cuts, lettuce, tomato and sliced cheese she had brought and took the long loaf of Italian bread and sawed it in half and started making a giant hoagie. She held up the mayo and mustard and raised an eyebrow at Daryl. "Both." He said a sat at the table while she made up the giant sandwich.
"I didn't know what your favorites were, so I got a bit of everything. " She said as she layered the different meats thinly across the length of the bread, one on top of the other.
"I ain't fussy." Daryl said taking a deep pull from the bottle and sighing. "Probably like ham or the beef best." He added when Beth looked at him.
"Next time I'll make you a giant ham and cheese sandwich." Beth said slicing up the tomato and pulling off a few lettuce leaves and rinsing them and thoroughly drying them before finishing the sandwich. She cut it into a few pieces and placed it on a baking sheet he had and carried it out to the living room and set it down on the coffee table and patted the cushion next to her.
Beth glanced beside her and watched while Daryl placed another bottle on the floor beside the couch. She hadn't even realized he had had that much beer in his fridge. He chuckled at TV, he seemed to really like Malcolm in the Middle, or at least drunk Daryl liked it. After Batman he had loaded the first disc of Malcolm into the machine and ate about half the sandwich. Beth sipped her water and nibbled on her second piece, smiling as Daryl absently rubbed the sole of her foot pulling it into his lap. She was glad she had been right about staying; she was being a comfort to him just by staying and keeping him company. Not that he needed her to take care of him, he didn't seem drunk; not in the way her friends had always been anyway. He had gotten even quieter and when a poor telemarketer had called them Daryl had turned down right nasty on the phone. Beth had gently taken the phone from him and just hung it up, running her hand soothingly across his back before giving him a few minutes to compose himself as she went to the bathroom. She had smiled when he had apologized and reminded her that he had warned her that he was a dick when he was drunk. Beth had just smiled and pulled him back down to watch their movies.
Sometime during the 3rd disc Daryl laid down and motioned for Beth to snuggle into the couch with him. Beth scooted up against the armrest and pulled him down so he was resting with his head on her chest.
"Comfy?" she asked softly running her hands through his hair tentatively. Daryl grunted and rubbed his face against her like a baby trying to fight off sleep. "Do you want to talk about anything?"
"Not really." Daryl grumbled. "Last time Merle was locked up, just solitary was real hard on him." Daryl said lifting his thumb to his mouth and chewing away. Beth grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth and gently kissed it.
"He'll be alright." She said soothingly. Daryl lifted his head and looked at her. Beth continued to drag her fingers through his hair.
"You ever even have detention before?" Daryl asked in a low voice. Beth shook her head. "What happened when you got in trouble at school? At home?"
"I never really got in trouble at school. I was pretty shy and quiet. At home, I'd get in trouble for fighting with Shawn." Beth admitted. "We basically hated each other till he graduated from high school and went off to school. Then it was almost like magic, we stopped fighting."
"So did you get spanked? Grounded? What?" Daryl asked. Beth looked at him with a straight face and took a deep breath.
"We were never hit. Daddy, well he was hit when he was younger and he never hit us. He didn't let Momma spank us either. We had more chores if we were really bad."
"You were assigned hard labor?" Daryl asked filing away the info about Hershel as best he could. He'd have to ask him how he forgave his father. He wasn't as mad as Daryl and Merle were, how'd he get passed that?
"Well Shawn and Maggie were assigned hard labor. I usually had to help Momma and Patricia with the housework. I wasn't really strong enough to help with anything on the farm. Me being out there really was just more work for Daddy and Otis and anyone we had working for us. "
"Alright well solitary it ain't like being grounded or sent to your room. It ain't as bad as they make it sound in the movies either. You in a dark room with a toilet, sink and bunk. The guards open a little slot on the door to give you food and water, any meds you're on, but they don't talk to you. Every 3 days you're taken out for a shower. It's real hard on folks. Even loners like Merle. The quiet? It makes you think about every little thing that has ever gone wrong, everything that's ever been done to you or that you've done wrong. Things you thought you were at peace with come back up."
"You've never been to jail before. How do you know how bad it is? Just from Merle?" Beth asked scooting closer to him.
"My dad used to lock me in the closet. Going off that and what Merle's told I got an idea what it's like. It changes you." Daryl said brushing Beth's cuddling off as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Beth heard the fridge open and she closed her eyes, dreading more drinking. She let out a relieved sigh when Daryl came back with his water pitcher and two glasses. "First lesson for when you eventually drink if I'm not there, you got to keep hydrated. It's better to drink after each drink, but I'm hoping this will starve off mine." Daryl said pouring them each a drink. He quickly chugged his and filled his glass again.
"That's still a year and a half away." Beth said with a smile. "I think you like having a designated driver for your poker night."
"Now that I got my own place, I might start having it here. All the other guys got wives or girlfriends living with them."
"They care that you guys have guys night?" Beth asked glad the subject was off Merle.
"We can get loud sometimes." Daryl said. "Lot of sore losers." He added getting up and making his way out the front door. Beth watch from the door he left open as he undid his zipper and grabbed the railing and peed into his yard. "They don't like it when we get drunk and piss off their porches either."
"Well Abe and Rick live in a pretty busy neighborhood and Ty lives in a Duplex." Beth said. "I mean you might want to pee in your back yard from now on too. I mean your road is getting busier too."
"Got to discourage people from building too close." Daryl said looking over his shoulder while he shook off and zipped up. "I mean if you were driving around to see the available property here and you saw me pissing you wouldn't want to build right across the street now would you?" Daryl asked plopping back down on the couch next to her.
"I don't know, I'd like what I'd see." Beth said poking him in the sides. "Any single ladies see you out there they're going to snap that property up."
"I never had to worry about neighbors when I could count on Merle hanging around." Daryl said. "I had to use some of the money I was saving for more land for his lawyer."
"You wanted more land?" Beth asked stretching out and lifting her feet to his lap. Daryl absent-mindedly picked up one of her feet again and started rubbing it.
"Wanted to make sure I'd have lots of space between me and any future neighbors. I don't like people. You know that."
"I know." Beth said. " I mean I know you think that." She added throwing her hands behind her head and smiling at him. "You like me. You have poker buddies."
"I like people I know and only a few of them." Daryl said stubbornly dropping her feet back in his lap. Beth giggled out loud at the disgusted look Daryl had at being exposed as a softy. She stopped when the phone rang. Daryl let out a grunt as he rose from the couch and answered after checking the caller ID. "Yeah? You had to go down to investigate what? They think Merle was involved?" Beth walked to the kitchen and rubbed circles on Daryl's lower back. "Sounds like a fucking stretch to me." Daryl said hanging up. He put his hands against the wall and flexed his fingers, willing himself not to punch holes through them.
"What's wrong?" Beth asked softly sliding closer to him.
"Merle's in solitary cause they caught some vendor sneaking drugs into the laundry. He was working when it came in." Daryl said. "I don't think he could have set anything up that quickly."
"Who called?" Beth asked following Daryl to the bedroom. He picked up the pajamas she had brought and laid across the bed and raised an eyebrow at her. "I was going to be wearing that when you got home from seeing Merle. You got home earlier and I forgot left it out." Beth said blushing and reaching for the lacy number. Daryl held it behind his back and Beth gave up trying to get it back.
"Rick went down to arrest the vendor. He's looking into who could have been involved." Daryl said getting into bed and lying back with the lingerie under his head. He started chewing his fingers and looking at her. "They pin any of this on Merle it'll add 3 more years to his sentences, making it about 7-8 before he gets out instead of 4."
"If Merle is innocent I'm sure it'll come out." Beth said undoing her jean shorts and climbing over him in her panties and t-shirt. She snuggled close to him and rested her head on his chest.
"Prisons don't like attention like this. If they can pin it on Merle, say it was a new issue with a new inmate that they caught right away they will." Daryl said. "Innocent till proven guilty only counts if you haven't been already been proven guilty." Daryl said reaching for his cigarettes. Beth pushed him back in bed and climbed on top of him as he started to sit up. Daryl eyed her as she tossed the pack beside the bed to the floor.
"Let me take your mind off Merle." Beth said running her up his chest and working on the buttons to his shirt. She stood up on her knees and worked her panties down, lifting one knee at a time and stretching them off.
"How'd you get a bruise on your pussy?" Daryl asked lifting her t-shirt up for a better look. He ran his thumb light over the blue and purple mark on her mound.
"I went to the beauty school to save money on my wax yesterday." Beth said as she finished pulling her t-shirt off. She reached down and lifted his hands to her chest and encouraged him to massage her over her bra. "He left the wax on a little too long before pulling the strip off." She said while he unhooked her bra and guided it down her arms before tossing it somewhere in his room.
"He?" Daryl asked reaching up and pulling her down closer to his face. "Some other guy saw your pussy?" He asked staring hard into her eyes.
"He's gay Daryl and you know him. He's Aaron's boyfriend. He's taking the course." Beth said reaching back and easing his hand from the back of her neck. Daryl looked guilty afraid he had hurt her but she smiled and kissed him softly. "You never care when I get waxed by Tara. She actually likes girls." She teased kissing his neck.
"You ever been with a girl before?" Daryl asked running his hands up and down the soft skin of her back and sides while she nipped at his neck. Beth shook her head and lifted her head to look at him. "I know you like boys. Nice boy might steal you away."
"I like men Daryl." Beth said sitting back up and reaching behind her to palm him through his pants. "And you're nice." Beth said as Daryl reached around her and worked on his belt and undid his pants. Beth reached her hand inside and ran her palm up and down his shaft. Daryl reached up and wrapped an arm around her hips to steady her as he sat up and immediately latched on to one of her breasts and tongued and sucked away at her nipple. Beth arched her chest closer to his mouth and grabbed him, tightening her grip when he pulled his head back, letting his teeth drag as he released her nipple before sucking it back into his mouth and repeating the process.
"Why do you like me?" He asked mumbled against her chest as he dragged his mouth to her other breast and kissed around till his mouth found rosy skin and got to work.
"You don't play games." Beth said rocking her hips against him. "You always take me into consideration first." Beth whined out. "I like the strong silent type." She added fumbling as she tried to push his boxers down so she could completely pull him out and really work her wrist. "Daryl I can't get your pants down!" She whined lightly tugging his hair to pull his mouth off of her. "I want it!" She added. Daryl worked his arm around her waist and held her tight before swinging his legs around and standing up. Beth quickly used her feet to push his pants down but could only get them around his hips. She smiled when she felt him spring against her thighs.
"Hold tight." Daryl said turning and dropping her on the bed. Beth let out a little cry as she bounced before scooting back and lounging against the pillows. Daryl kicked off his boots and finished undoing his pants, smirking when Beth's eyes widened and she licked her lips as they easily fell off. He was finding that the alcohol made him bold. "You cock hungry girl?" He asked as he pulled off his shirt. Beth blushed and looked away. "Don't got to be shy around me." Daryl said. "You don't see me getting all red over having a craving for pussy."
"Daryl!" Beth said reaching for him as he climbed into bed. He pressed her back and hooked one of her legs over his hip and laid on his side, his hand between them and her lips right away. Beth pressed her face into his shoulder, embarrassed at how wet she was.
"You're fucking dripping." Daryl said as he continued to work his fingers. "You dripping for my cock or my tongue?" Daryl asked turning his mouth into her neck and kissing her neck. Beth tightened the leg around his hip and whimpered when Daryl pulled his fingers from her. "Well which do you want?"
"Daryl!" Beth whined bringing her lips to his and kissing him softly.
"You got to tell me what you want." He said kissing the side of her mouth and pushing her head back so he could look at her. "Thought you wanted to take my mind off things." He teased.
"I do!" Beth said. "I want both." She said. "I want both and I need you night now." She said trying to pull him on top of her.
"I not the flexible. Can't have my mouth on you and my cock in you a the same time." Daryl said sitting up and grabbing his smokes again. "I'll go have my smoke and you can make your mind up, which you want first." Beth rolled out of bed and followed him to the kitchen, quickly catching up and grabbing his smokes and tossing them on the counter.
"Stop teasing me!" Beth said leaping in his arms again and kissing him. "I want you to do whatever you want to me. Whatever you need from me." Beth said leading him back till she felt the table against the small of her back. She reached between them and started her stroking again. Daryl reached down and grabbed her behind the knees and picked her up and dropped her on the table. He tugged her to the end and pushed her firmly back till she was flat on her back.
"Whatever I want? What if it's something you don't like." Daryl said squeezing her inner thighs and holding her legs up while kicking a chair closer and sitting between them, placing her feet in his lap to free up his hands. He brought his fingers back to her center and resumed his teasing.
"Just, I'll tell you if I don't like something!" Beth whined spreading her legs and placing them over his shoulders, on the back of the chair. Daryl slid a finger into her and bit his lip at how tight she was. He placed his other hand at the top of her mound and used his thumb to pull back on her hood before lowering his head and placing his mouth over her. He smiled as Beth rocked her hips against his lips before closing those lips against her and sucking softly. Daryl moved his mouth and tongued at her as he worked his finger in and out in a steady motion.
"I won't bother asking if you like that; you're pouring into my mouth." Daryl said thumbing over her clit and smirking at Beth's pinch closed eyes and the way she was chewing her lip. He worked another finger in and lowered his head again and kissed her inner thighs teasing her by blowing softly on her slit. Beth grabbed his head and pulled him against her.
"More." She whispered holding him in place till he spread her open again and started tracing her with his tongue. Beth hugged the sides of his head with her thighs when Daryl moved closer, scraping the chair across the floor and burying his face into her, lifting her to his mouth. Daryl dropped her back to the table and stood up abruptly, pulling her so her ass was hanging off the end.
"Love man handling you like this." Daryl said pulling her legs around his waist. "Going to fuck you now girl." He said slipping his hand behind her head and lifting her up. "You want to watch?" Beth nodded and placed her elbows down to hold herself up and gazed down and watched while Daryl fisted himself and ran his dick up and down her slit before slowly pushing into to her. Once he was balls deep he placed his palm on her mound and pressed down as he stroked in and out of her slowly, easing on the pressure till Beth was practically purring, knowing he had found her sweet spot. He kept the grip he had on the back of her neck and started thrusting hard. Beth whimpered hard and started pushing at the hand that was on her and biting at her lip harder. Daryl lifted the hand to her mouth and pulled her bottom lip free with his thumb, bring both hands behind her head and kissing her deeply as he slowed down and let her regain her composure.
"Too much." Beth mumbled against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him lift her off the table. She tightened her legs around his thighs and squeezed her muscles around him so he would slip out as he backed towards his chair and carefully sat with her on his lap and started to move her up and down again. "You like fucking me right?" Beth asked whispering the dirty word as she leaned back as Daryl moved her.
"Love fucking you." Daryl said against her throat as he roughly kissed and nipped at her neck, marking her up. "Love that you're mine." Beth moaned hard and Daryl pulled her down groaning as she tightened and gushed around him. The sloppy wet sounds once she resumed moving on her own were driving Daryl wild. "Love sucking on your pretty pink nipples and you're pussy too." Daryl said lowering his mouth and taking one in his mouth again. Beth started grinding down and swiveling her hips as Daryl alternated which nipple he wanted in his mouth. Beth pulled his head up and kissed him deeply once Daryl had grabbed her hips and pulled her down again as he came. Beth relaxed into the hold Daryl held on her and rested her head against his shoulder till he finally let her move back. They both hissed as he slid from her.
"I'm going to be sore tomorrow." Beth said snuggling in again. Daryl chuckled and wrapped his arms around her when she shivered, cold from the sheen of sweat on her body. He rubbed the goosebumps away and kissed the side of her neck, mumbling into her neck. "What?" Beth asked sleepily with her eyes closed.
"Real glad I wasn't alone this time. Glad you're here with me with Merle going through this. My favorite part of today is when you didn't leave and you watched TV with me. Made me take care of myself." Daryl said shifting her across his lap so he could scoop her up and carry her back to the bedroom. "Thanks for putting up with me."
"I love putting up with you." Beth said as Daryl pulled a blanket around them.