Well it's later than intended but I think you'll like the addition after an extra night's sleep. ;)

Chapter 4

They were at an impasse. She wanted sex and she'd made it more than obvious. The thing was they'd made a promise (sort of) to her old man that they would cool it in the bedroom area of their relationship so everyone didn't have to hear when their bed crashed to the floor in the middle of the night. But that subtle suggestion from her pops had evidently fallen on Beth's (apparently deaf) ears as something to be dismissed. Because ever since the day before, she'd been trying to get him to give in. In other words the eldest Greene may as well have been talking to a brick wall for all the good it did.

Daryl was actually proud of himself. She was damn hard to resist but he just stayed his course and told her of course he wanted her. Hell, practically all he'd thought about the last hour was bending her over their bed and having his way with her. But he didn't. He stayed his course and took his own advice. That it was just a little longer until their wedding and then they could fuck any time she wanted which he was pretty much starting to guess would be all the time. His thoughts went back to the conversation that had started all this and her talking about humans being the only mammals without a bone in their dicks. Well, bone or not, he was sure his would be broken about two weeks into their marriage.

It should have been weird thinking about them officially sharing a bed and a cell and everyone knowing about it, but it wasn't. He guessed it was just the us that was part of the them that they had become. And though it was overnight it felt like it had taken them forever to get there. And even if they were far apart in age and seemed an unlikely pair to everyone else, he knew it made sense to the two of them and that was all that mattered (or some shit).

He had thought maybe they'd have a quiet night in their cell that night. Just some light reading with maybe some heavy making out (he was still human after all). But it seemed Beth had the opposite in mind. She was running her hand up his thigh now as he tried (in vain because all he could think about was how close her fingers were to his dick) not to think about what he wanted her to do with those fingers.

"Beth." He looked up at her, grinning and on seeing his expression that accompanied his warning, she pouted at him. God, she was pretty when she did that. She fucking knew it too.

"Fine." She huffed as she settled back against him as he went back to their book. It was a good book, it wasn't that. Beth knew she was supposed to be good. They were supposed to wait but she was convinced she was about to die. She needed him. She needed his hands on her body, molding her, marking her, making her his. And most of all she needed the weight of him on top of her as he entered her, taking himself deep inside her cunt and finding that place that ached for him to fill her. Just stretch her to the point that she quaked and convulsed and just, God, please, she needed him!

She let him finish the chapter and then stretched her body, almost cat-like, the plan already formulated as a sort of last ditch attempt.5 "I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick like." She jumped up and pressed her lips to his and was out the door before he could object.

"Okay". He chuckled watching her go and he tried to remember a time that he had ever felt like she looked, sprinting off to the bathroom (in the middle of a prison, in the middle of the end of the world) like it was nothing. Like the living dead wasn't roaming around outside their fences. He tried and came up empty because he knew that no matter if the world had ended or not, there couldn't be a girl before or since that was like her. There was no one like Beth Greene and he could really hardly even believe that he got to call her his. That she wanted him to. That she wanted his dirty redneck fingers making fingerprint bruises on the pale of her hips. That she wanted his foul mouth fastened over her clit, flicking his tongue out to lap up her juices until she exploded all over his face.

He had the sudden thought that he would never get used to it. He'd always feel like this. Amazed that she'd picked him. And it was good, so good. It was just part of the us that was them. And anymore he didn't even feel the need to add qualifiers to his thoughts. It was just who he was now but more than that he was with her had become a chapter of his life that he didn't know he needed. It just took meeting a pretty little blonde that changed his way of thinking to get it written is all.

He picked up a magazine and started thumbing through it and he didn't even notice the passage of time as it seemed moments later that he heard her clear her throat from the curtains of their cell.

When he looked up he swore he swallowed his tongue because he couldn't speak. She was standing there in a shoulder length blonde wig that looked sort of like it hadn't gotten caught in a windstorm. He could care less about the hair, because his eyes were immediately drawn downward, as they took in the line of the smooth column of her neck as it dipped into the low plunging neckline of her white dress that hugged every single curve she had until it flared out at her hips. She made sure his eyes were on her as they followed her across the room while she bent over and got something from behind the desk her ass, round, firm and the silky material of the dress barely covering it. As she stood back up, she turned her head and smirked at him. Fucking smirked at him as he then noticed finally what she was after, the small fan they used for the extra hot days of summer and plugged it in. They tried not to use too much generator power. "It's only for a minute. I promise that's all I'll need." She whispered and well he didn't say anything because he couldn't. (Swallowed his tongue remember?)

He wasn't sure what death felt like but he was certain it began with a cock so hard your balls had a pulse and right now it felt like they weighed a ton and his dick crowded the zipper of his pants, straining against the fabric of his jeans. He had to wonder why the hell he hadn't just gone ahead and removed his pants already. He already knew where this was headed, half assed promise to her pops or not.

Beth was enjoying every single minute of this. His eyes hadn't left hers yet and though he hadn't said anything she knew he was enjoying it too. She positioned the fan away from her as she stood there and opened her mouth and sang and she smiled through her singing as she watched the little light bulb go on over his head mid song.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you." She sang it nice and slow just like she'd rehearsed in the shower that afternoon, her voice husky and soft. "Happy birthday Mr. President. Happy Birthday to you." She positioned herself right in the soft breeze of the fan and turned her body until the draft blew the skirt of her dress up the right amount as she pretended to hold it down. In reality she knew he could see everything she wanted him to underneath there.

Daryl could still only stare as she sang to him and he got her reference immediately. God she was one sexy Marilyn Monroe though he could do without the wig. He liked her long blonde hair. Like how it felt running through his fingers. How it smelled. How he liked to wrap his hand around a hunk of it while she wrapped her lips around him.

But he wasn't complainin' none now as she finished her little song and she turned to the fan and his mouth went dry waiting for the inevitable and he felt a fresh jolt of desire rip right through him and settle into his balls as he realized little Beth Greene wasn't wearing nothin' under her little costume except what God gave her. Something about her in a skirt with nothing on underneath and that fan just seemed to tease him, constantly attempting to cover up what he needed to see the most. He started to hate that fan (and the dress) and finally finding his voice, he growled, barely recognizing the raw need in it. "Come here."

If satisfaction had a signature look it would be the smug smile that crept up on Beth's face as she actually slinked towards him in her tiny white dress that showed just enough and yet not nearly enough all at the same time. Right then and there he decided Halloween costume or not, no one else was wearing this dress ever. Just Beth. He didn't understand that as just moments ago he'd contemplated just ripping the damn thing in half straight from her hot little body. That was the thing about Beth. At first glance you'd think she was just skin and bones but that was just the petite air she had about her. Underneath her clothes, she was all pale curves but she had muscle, her thighs milky and supple and he liked nothing better than spending hours between them.

She approached him at the bed and he made sure she saw him palm his dick through his jeans as she climbed on top of him. He was really wishing he'd taken his pants off now, her heat pressed against him, his cock straining against the fabric that separated them. He reached up, sliding his hands over the skin of her neck, a fine tremor barely visible in his hand as his fingers pulled on the string that would loosen her dress at the top. The fabric fell forward revealing two pert and perfect breasts with dusky rose nipples that begged to be kissed. He didn't waste a minute, dipping his head and fastening his lips to her one nipple, suckling while watching her head fall back, then the other, watching her mouth drop open. He slid his hand between them and raked her dress up her thigh, letting his nails graze her skin and it just wasn't enough for her, he could tell.

"Please, baby." Her voice had taken on that deep rasp. Raw need. She needed more. The basics. Just primitive need and he understood that. Better than anyone he understood the need to get back to the nature between a man and a woman and she wanted in some way to be dominated. Neither of them understood it; that it was something they both needed. Sometimes she was the one dominating and sometimes it was him. Tonight it was the latter and he gave himself over to pleasing his girl.

"Need to get this off you now. It'd be a shame to ruin this pretty dress." He saw the thrill that ran through her at his words. Yes, this was the right tone, he thought as he slid his hand around her and found the zipper, sliding it down as she slid sideways for a minute so it could be cast to the floor. Then she was straddling him again and he gripped her hips, pulling her forward until she was slotted fully against him. "You're mine." He whispered gruffly against her neck and she tilted her head to the side gasping loudly as he bit down marking her delicate skin.

"Fuck." She breathed. It still surprised him every time that particular expletive fell from her lips. Sure she cursed here and there but hearing that word come from her mouth? Well, it curled into him just like her nails were now. Just raked across him and scraped every nerve ending until he was begging to enter her, begging for release, begging for something, anything to relieve this blinding white hot need.

Before he even knew she'd done it, she had him stripped clean and his cock stood proud, throbbing, between them. Beth moaned and reached for him, wrapping her hand around him and attempted to climb back on top of him.

"Nuh uh. We ain't ready for that yet, Greene." She shot him a withering glare that he promptly ignored. She'd wanted this; had begged for it actually, so she was going to get what she asked for. He pushed her down onto the bed and crawled down over her body and she parted her thighs willingly. Then he spread them further placing his hands on the backs of her thighs as he bent down, face pressed between her legs and nosed her folds open inhaling deeply. She half sobbed, half gasped his name as he then dragged the flat of his tongue directly over her cunt, tasting the sweet tang of her on his lips, curling onto his tongue as he tongue fucked her and then finger fucked her just enough to have her raising her hips off the bed, her body screaming for more.

Then came the begging. "Please, Daryl, I, please Daryl." Her hands crept down her belly which, never missing a beat, he reached up with one hand and grabbed both her wrists pinning them to her sides as he stared her down and removed his mouth from her.

"Want me to stop?" He smirked.

Asshole, she thought. He knew she didn't want him to stop. "God no. Please don't stop." She just barely kept the whine out of her voice.

He smirked, trying to decide what to do with her (he was still new at this too) and finally decided that he wanted to do everything and he didn't want her hands in the way. More often than not, that's how it was over too quickly to begin with; because her wandering hands convinced him to give in to her but the thing was, Beth's pussy felt so good (so fucking tight) that he never lasted longer than 10 minutes. So they'd prolonged their lovemaking in foreplay. He considered it making the most of their mileage.

He held her hands to her side, his hand more than big enough to keep a hold on both her wrists. And she wasn't putting up a fight. He knew she liked him pinning her down like that. He thought it fitting because she'd pinned him down to, in every way there was. And he'd always thought that would make him feel suffocated, like he couldn't breathe only it wasn't that. It was different. It was almost like Beth making him feel the things he felt and actually making him own up to those feelings that made him feel like he could finally, for the first time in his life breathe. (Or some shit) There went those qualifiers again and he figured it would always be like that for him. A push and pull and he was glad she understood that about him. He nodded at her.

"Well okay then. Why'd ya stop me?" He smirked at her glare, that sharp flash in her eyes and fuck did his girl have spunk. His girl.

So that's how it came that he had her hands tied above her head and he was playing with her now. But she kept wiggling her ass around, her hips coming up off the bed every five seconds as he traced a lazy finger over the hood of her clit. "If you don't stop moving I'm gonna tie your legs too." She moaned loudly at that too and he had the vague thought that he should have gagged her while he was at it. He couldn't help but add as he grinned. "Apart." She moaned even louder. Yep, definitely should have gagged her.

The words were what got her and it was only with her, here in their bed, that he could use those kinds of word (or any words at all really) and not feel dirty. It was only with her that he felt anything close to human and not the animal that he had been before the turn.

He licked and sucked and played with her just enough over the next quarter of an hour until she was writhing under him. "Please." Every once in a while that single gasp would fall from her lips. Thing was, he had gotten to know the rhythm of her body real quick. He guessed it was the hunter in him that let him figure out her tells, the flush of her skin, the quickening of her breath, but more than that, the tremor in her thighs and the tightening of every muscle in her body let him know that she was about to explode and he'd learned how to prolong it. A hunter was nothing more than a man seeking its prey and that's how he figured out how to prolong her orgasm. All it usually took was him removing his finger from her pussy or a slowing of the current rhythm of his tongue and she'd growl in frustration, chasing that feeling. He grinned against her cunt now, warm on his face and she was so wet his kisses had turned sloppy as he slurped up every single drop of her but he still wasn't letting her cum and she was nearly vibrating with need as he pulled his mouth from her.

He reached down and fisted his cock a few times looking down at the picture she made, lips swollen from all their kissing, blonde hair spread out above her (her blonde hair as he'd ripped off the wig almost immediately), her pale skin almost translucent in the lighting in their cell and he could just barely make out a couple of purple marks on her hips. He knew from his fingers where he held onto her while they made love. It was so intense at times he thought he gripped her too hard, but she told him later that she liked finding the marks later. Said it was a reminder that he loved her. He didn't quite understand it but it didn't matter. It was just part of who they were together.

He climbed on the bed, continuing to pump his hand over his rock hard cock but he couldn't help it. Her body was calling him, and more than that, her eyes were holding onto him, not letting him go from their gaze and he realized she was like a siren and it was a call he couldn't help but answer.

"Spread your legs Beth." He grinned at her reaction that he had fully anticipated. She groaned and she spread them slightly and he looked at her curiously and he knew what this was. She wanted to tease him so he would in turn tease her. His eyes flitted between her eyes and her pussy so she'd know he was looking at her. He knew she liked it when she tried to close her legs again.

Beth was nearly writhing with need as Daryl crawled up over her and she saw the way his eyes kept darting down to her cunt that he was just as desperate for her as she was for him. "Untie me."

He shook his head. "Do you really want me to?" He would if she did. That was unspoken between them.

She shook her head rapidly. "No."

"Good." Though they usually liked the actual fusing of their bodies to be slow, languid, this time he took her hard and fast and her body bucked up off the bed with a cry of his name renting the air around them and he gathered her up in his embrace as he fucked her through it.

Beth was always amazed at the new heights they took this, how far they could push their bodies, how much they could make them feel without actually breaking and her cunt ached as it never had even though he was hitting nearly every spot and he was filling her and still she needed more because he wasn't giving it his all. He was holding back and she knew it was something that perhaps they hadn't tried yet and he was too afraid to ask. But she didn't push. It would present itself naturally just like everything else between them.

Good lord in Heaven Beth had one thought and that was that she hoped this wasn't as mortally sinful as it seemed. Their life was already hell enough and she didn't need to be punished any further. It was punishment enough that they couldn't spend every waking minute doing this. Being wrapped in each others arms (even though she was presently tied up) and she just wanted to be filled up by him, consumed, devoured, emptied and just completely and utterly spent by him.

She needed more though. She didn't know what though and she fought her frustration.

"Whatcha want?" His voice was a rasp in her ear.

"Just need more." He reached up and untied her and he thought this might be okay. If she liked being tied up (and looked disappointed that he'd untied her) she might like this too.

"Get on all fours." Daryl instructed her. He'd never done her like this. It seemed like something he woulda done with one of the girls Merle always sent sniffin' after him. Not someone pretty and good and sweet like Beth Greene. Only the Beth he'd come to know in and out of the bedroom were two very different things. And that was not to say that Beth didn't like it the other way, soft and slow and sweet and good. She did. But more often than not, she wanted this straight fuckin' as she called it and that was good with him too. Anything was good for him when it was with her.

Beth felt a jolt of desire sweep through her and her clit ached anew at the thought of how he was going to take her. Just take her what he wanted, which was everything (and she'd happily give it). It thrilled her just thinking about it as she got into position and she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder so she could study his face as he positioned himself behind her and only one word could describe his expression. Lust.

Jesus H. Christ he wasn't gonna last fuckin' long at all, he thought, as he took in her perfect round ass, the fucking split of her cheeks and how that gap between her thighs had her already lined up, her glistening lips fuller, pinker from their fucking. "Fuck!" He couldn't help the curse as he lined himself up with her heat and slid slowly inside and both of them groaned at this new angle, him going all the way in, all the way to the hilt, buried inside her as their skin meshed together. He pulled his hips back and felt her gasp and wiggle her behind and God almighty if she did that again he was gonna blow his wad fast.

"Be still!" He hissed and without even thinking he slapped her ass and he froze. Shit. This could be bad.

"Oh my god, do that again." Her whisper was fierce over her shoulder, and he knew then it was okay. It was probably always going to be okay with her, he realized and there was comfort in that. And he couldn't help it, he chuckled.

She looked over her shoulder, giving him one of her goofy grins. "What? It felt good, okay?" She blushed furiously.

He laughed again thinking if anyone had ever told him a year ago he'd be playing S and M games with Beth Greene he would've punched them in the goddamn throat for even thinking it, let alone actually going through with it. And it fucking thrilled him that she liked this sort of thing and he felt, well he felt happy. "Okay by me Greene, now do ya mind stoppin' yer yappin?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Dixon." She giggled (fucking minx that she is saying his name like that) because she knew what that did to him.

He growled and made her pay for the statement, just like she liked it and withheld what she wanted, that ass slap until he'd driven her to the brink, fucking her nearly senseless, bending her body to his will and driving her to that edge where she'd shatter under him, and it was only when she was nearly sobbing his name, pleading when he did it.

He pulled his hand back and let it fly forward, his palm hit her cheek, fingers spread and the sting and the burn felt good, shooting a bolt of lightning straight into his cock as he rasped out. "Come for me baby." He fucked her and he fucked her hard, the sound of skin slapping together and gasps and grunts filling the air around them. And he knew it would be good. God he knew it, the angle, her ass right in his face like it was, but seeing her back arch up like her orgasm was ripping straight through her spine, made that ache settle in his balls and he felt them tighten as he stared at the way his dick disappeared inside her dripping cunt. A gush of heat and her spasming walls had him falling over that edge before he even knew what hit him and he held onto her hips as it was now his turn for a spine-crushing orgasm that had him grunting out her name against her back. His legs had turned boneless and he wondered if this was it. His dick was broken and they'd never get to do this again.

He rolled them over and realized that he hadn't asked if it was okay. "Sorry I didn't pull out." He whispered against her neck, pressing his lips there.

"Should still be okay." She murmured back and then pulled back to look at him, a lazy smile resting on her face. "Think anybody heard us?" She felt sleepy, dazed and not a little saddle-sore. She'd feel it tomorrow but it'd be the good kind of hurt.

He chuckled low. "They'd have to be deaf not to."

They lay there a while later, a tangle of limbs and hair and sheets and he thought he could live one day or one hundred thousand and the only thing he'd care about in any one of them would be Beth. As long as he spent the rest of his life with her it didn't matter to him if they were living a regular life (though he suspected they'd have never met in their old world) or this one where they were fighting to stay alive against the all things that tried to kill them. He was, for the first time in his life, truly happy and he didn't think even Merle would begrudge him that.

He snaked his hand over to Beth's belly and traced lazy circles around her belly button, one of his most favorite parts of her body. "What you do to me girl." He breathed.

"What you do to me too." Beth whispered back.

"How about it's what we do to each other." She nodded at his reply her hands continued their stroking until they were no longer lazy tracing of fingertips but calculated, careful, purposeful movements of her fingers gliding lower and lower until he was hard again. "See?" He arched one eyebrow at her answering grin.

"Ooh, Mr. President." She took him in her mouth and he didn't remember anything after that.

Maggie got up suddenly and sprinted across the room and Glenn just watched with barely disguised glee. Even if Maggie had been fairly understanding about Daryl and her sister shacking up and finding love, she was still pissy over having to actually hear their discovery and exploration of that love.

She grabbed a piece of paper of their desk and scrawled something out barely glancing over her shoulder as she bit out. "I'll be right back. And take your pants off."

Glenn chuckled under his breath as he watched her leave and he did as she asked, well told actually, because well Maggie wore the pants in this relationship he wasn't even gonna lie (and it was okay with him because damn, just look at her!) He had been trying to figure out what had her so mad tonight listening to whatever it was that had Beth cooing "ooh, Mr. President" and giggling while Daryl moaned.

He waited until she got back before he said the words aloud and she was barely across the threshold to their cell before he blurted it out. "You're jealous because they are louder than we are. You don't like the competition." He couldn't help his sides from shaking with laughter but then Maggie narrowed her eyes on him pulling her shirt over her head and letting her pants fall to the floor on the way to the bed. Bingo! He was actually right twice in one week?

"Shut up and fuck me." Was her only reply and he guessed he could live with that.

Beth rolled off of Daryl panting, just as a slip of paper flew up under the curtains of their cell. She darted off the bed and grabbed it off the floor and read over it as she tucked herself back into Daryl's side and she couldn't stop laughing. There on the paper were the (angry) scrawled words of her sister. And she didn't know why they didn't think of it before because it made so much sense.

"You are hereby evicted from this cell. Please move all your shit to your library of love come morning."

Signed, EVERYONE

PS: Shut the fuck up so the rest of us can sleep.

She looked at Daryl and handed him the letter, a twinkle in her eye. "Looks like we're moving baby. Now where were we?" She tucked herself back beside him and felt his chuckle rumble in his chest as he folded the letter back up.

"Right where we want to be." Daryl answered against her hair, pulling her closer as they settled in for sleep. They had pulled so much from each other tonight it wasn't long before he heard her soft and even breathing beside him and it was only in these moments that he felt whole. Her relaxed and sleeping beside him, all her trust placed in all of him, and though it had been hard at first he'd given that trust back in spades. It was a give and take sort of love and sometimes he felt like he was doing all the taking but she always brought it all back to that moment that he'd told her she didn't have to do it all alone. She didn't have to love them enough for both of them because loved her so much it was all encompassing and he thought maybe that was what real love, true love was. Not a love where each gave the other half. He'd never really understood that. Because he didn't feel half of anything with her. He felt whole. Human and whole and full and he could finally breathe and just God, he was thankful.

He didn't know if there was anyone up there still yet but even so he glanced up at the ceiling of their cell and whispered thank you and if he held her a little tighter that night she didn't complain. When it came to things like that she never did. She just let him feel it all and he gave it right back, full circle. Just part of the us that was them (or some shit).

~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~

Well I wasn't expecting to cry at the end of this or to have the light feel of it hit so heavy when it ended just now, but there you have it. This pairing is just so close to my heart that I feel like I have just kind been swallowed up by it, but that's okay. Like them and their love, in writing about it, I have never felt more alive. Thanks for allowing me to share this with you guys.

Until next time, xoxoxo

PS - How the Harvest Gets Home is next up! Already half written in my head which bodes well for a tentative posting Saturday night late. ;)