Little Shop of Pleasures

A/N: Thanks to everyone for the lovely reviews. I so appreciate the follows and favorites, as well! So here is the next part and I hope it's up to par. It's a little different from the first part – a bit slower and more romantic. The next part could be completely different again, though. Who knows? Speaking of, I've opened this story back up as I believe there will be a few more chapters, at least, for this story.

Chapter 2

Daryl just held Beth for a long while. They fell into a comfortable silence after making love that first time. Daryl turned to his side and looked over Beth's body. She got shy at his wandering eyes and tried to cover herself with one of the blankets but Daryl tsked at her for that. "Nah, girl. Lemme see." He gently pulled the blanket away, revealing the soft pale perfect skin of her naked body to him again. Beth laid her head back and shut her eyes.

Daryl was about to reassure her how pretty she was when Beth flushed with embarrassment. Her skin blushed clear down her chest. It was distracting and Daryl had to trail his fingers across the pink skin. Daryl grinned when Beth's flesh broke out into goose bumps under his light touch. This was different. He'd never been able to explore a woman like this. It had always been a rush to orgasm and then a rush to get away. Daryl traced his thumb across one perfect pink nipple. His calloused rough skin caught on her tender nub and Beth jumped like she'd been shocked.

"Sorry. That hurt?"

"Uhm. Yes and no? I don't know."

"You don't know if it hurt?" Daryl looked at her confused.

"I just... It felt good though." Beth whispered.

"Mmm." Daryl grinned at her mischievously, but Beth looked uncertain. Daryl leaned over her and kissed her on the temple. "Hey, it's alright. You might be surprised at what you like and don't like. It ain't weird or nothin'. Just gotta try things out and see."

"Well I guess you already know everything you like and don't like then? Ya got a big head start over me."

Daryl sighed. Maybe not that big a head start, he thought. He'd only ever had one night stands and most of those he didn't remember too clearly. Maybe he and Beth were more on an even playing field than Daryl would like to admit to himself or to her. Beth was still lookin' at him shyly. He decided not to answer her. To distract her from that line of questioning, Daryl leaned over and kissed her again. He let his tongue lazily explore Beth's mouth and she returned the kiss enthusiastically.

Daryl reached up and groped her breast then pinched her nipple hard before caressing back over it, barely touching. Beth gasped and he pulled away to look at her. "Like it or don't like it?" She didn't even hesitate. "Like it." She pushed back up to kiss him again, this time letting her own hand travel across Daryl's chest and then lower to that little strip of hair that led downward…

Daryl grabbed her hand before she could get any farther and pushed her back to lay down on the blanket. "But Daryl…"

"I might need a little more time 'fore we go again. Ain't eighteen no more, ya know."

"Oh… sorry."

"Nothin' ta be sorry 'bout." Daryl thought of somethin' and he reared back to look at Beth. He felt the need to make himself clear. "Ain't sayin' I couldn't get it up, 'cause I can. Just wouldn't be spectacular's all. S'just better ta wait a bit between. Y'know…"

"Ok. I understand I think." Obviously the girl didn't really understand, but Daryl wasn't about to get all vocal about specifics. Instead, he just figured he'd play with her a bit to tide her over. He positioned himself on top of her and kissed her again before moving his mouth lower down her neck. He lingered there a while, enjoying the tender flesh and Beth's heartbeat against his lips. With his fingers, Daryl savored the soft skin of her jawline and down along her clavicle and right down between her pert little breasts.

Then those thoughts about Jimmy started niggling at Daryl's brain again. He wondered about it. Wondered whether this was something new for Beth. He bet it wasn't. Sure, she'd been a virgin but that didn't mean she couldn't have done damn near everything else.

Daryl had never been the jealous type. Hell, the girls he'd been with weren't the type to get jealous over. No need with sluts and skanks who'd done every sex act under the sun 'fore they got to you. Beth, though, she was the opposite. The type that would drive you wild thinking about whether she had or hadn't. If Daryl was a betting man he would stake what was left of the world that Jimmy and probably others had at least got their hands or mouths on her neck, her tits, her waist, her ass. They had probably run their hands up her long lean legs, lettin' 'em drift up her pretty skirt after a fancy date. She obviously knew how to kiss. What else had she done with that pretty mouth?

Daryl rolled back off of her and rubbed his hands against his face tryin' to banish those infuriating thoughts. "Daryl! What's wrong?" He couldn't answer her. If he told her he was feeling jealous over a dead kid half his age and nameless faceless others she'd think he'd flipped his lid. It was irrational, after all, right? She wasn't his. Wasn't like he was her boyfriend now or somethin', was it? This all just happened 'cause they was stuck together in a damned adult store with sex starin' them in the face at every turn. And it had been all him – his doin', his fantasy played out. Not hers. He had taken her quickly and roughly, took her virginity and came on her. On the floor of a fuckin' sex shop no less. Beth Greene deserved way more than that and Daryl felt like the biggest douche left on the planet.

"Daryl, why'd ya stop? Did I do somethin' wrong?" Beth tried to reach over and caress Daryl's arm but he jerked away and stood up to get dressed. He looked back down at Beth after he got his pants on. She had covered herself with a blanket and was sitting up looking all kinds of embarrassed. She also looked like she might cry. "Hey, ya ain't done anythin' wrong. We should just get up and check the exits. See where we stand. Cain't stay here forever, ya know." Beth didn't answer or look at him. She just shook her head.

Daryl finished dressing and checked the doors as he said he would. Walkers were still banging uselessly against the alleyway door. Daryl found some long metal shelving pieces and managed to rig them into the bar press to keep the door from unlatching and swinging open. He also scooted some extra shelving units against the doorway. It wouldn't help much to keep it from coming open but it would impede the flow of walkers into the building if it happened. It would at least give him and Beth a few extra seconds of time to decide what to do.

Daryl also checked the front doorway. Lucky for them this building was a converted storage facility. It meant no large windows to deal with. The door was secure and the dead bolt locked, but Daryl could hear bodies and moans from that side of the building, too. For now, they were good and safe inside but it looked like they might be there for a while, perhaps even days. That thought made him a little queasy. There was no way he'd be able to keep his dumb ass away from Beth for that long.

Daryl managed to stay away, busying himself with pacing from the front door to the back, for no more than an hour probably. He finally decided he'd better check on her. She was being too quiet for his liking. He didn't hear her rattling around searching for supplies but Daryl missed her humming or quietly singing to herself most of all. She always did that, but right now it was dead silent and that bothered him. He checked their corner first. Beth had straightened up and made two separate makeshift beds for them. Two, not one. But she wasn't there.

He finally found her sitting at the far end of a little book and magazine section. She'd dressed but she hadn't put her boots and socks back on. There was something tantalizing about seeing Beth sitting there with her pretty bare feet stretched out in front of her. When he approached, she looked up and slid whatever she was looking at gently to the side behind her. Daryl was curious but figured it was really none of his business what she was readin'. "Hey."

Beth actually gave him a little smile, just a hint of one. "Hey."

"You was too quiet. Thought I better check on ya."

Beth just shrugged and looked down. "Here I am. Doors are secure, I suppose? And walkers still everywhere? No escape. Too bad you're trapped with me. Sorry."

Is that what the girl thought? That he felt trapped with her? Daryl sat down with Beth against the bookshelves and rubbed his face again. "I don't feel trapped…"

"Well you sure could'a fooled me. You ran away like some sort of injured animal and just left me there on the floor. Everything was fine and then you just shut down. You could at least clue me in on what I did wrong." When Beth was through getting it all out, she finally looked like she felt better but still a little tense.

"I already told ya. Ya ain't done anythin' wrong. I just thought… well, I'm sure there's other guys better'n me. Ya probably already had more deservin' suitors than me anyways. Best if I leave it alone and stay outta yer way."

Beth looked a little more relieved but now a bit annoyed. "That's bullshit. And who says 'suitors' anymore?" Daryl didn't answer. The two of them sat in silence for a while. After a bit, Beth moved her hand to where Daryl's was laying at his side, intertwining her fingers with his. He didn't stop her, so she took that as a good sign.

When Daryl couldn't take the silence anymore, he shifted and reached around Beth. He couldn't help it. The silence had made his mind wander and his curiosity was just screaming to know what she'd been lookin' at. Before Beth realized what he was doing, Daryl had the two books in hand. She tried to grab for them but he was too quick. "Daryl!"

As soon as Daryl read the covers, he regretted it. "The Art of Oral" and "The Art of Anal". Holy shit! This really wasn't any of Daryl's business. Despite himself, Daryl blushed a furious red the same color as Beth. He really didn't know how to respond, to be honest. But he could see in his periphery that Beth was casting him sidelong glances, trying to gauge his reaction no doubt.

"Huh." Daryl handed the books back to Beth and she immediately shoved them unceremoniously back onto the shelf behind them. She launched a piercing stare at him when he didn't say anything else.

"Ya look like ya got somethin' ta say."

"Nope."

Beth huffed in frustration. "Really?!"

"Well, I mean. It's just ya can't learn that shit from a damn book." If looks could kill, Daryl would have been deader than a doornail right then.

"Yeah, well… who said I needed ta learn anyway?" Beth shuffled around and picked herself up off the floor. "I'm gonna get some sleep." It wasn't even close to dark. She really just wanted some space from Daryl. Besides, the confusion from him and the emotion of the last few hours and the running for their lives earlier was all making her tired. A little nap wouldn't hurt anything. Beth thought about it as she shook her jacket off again and laid down. She guessed it was true what she had said… she didn't really need to know about that stuff. She probably wouldn't live long enough to have any kind of relationship anyway. At least she wouldn't die a virgin now.

Beth tried to reason with herself that she shouldn't be annoyed at Daryl not wanting more. At least he had given her this much. She decided she would try to be less impatient with him and more understanding. Of course he wouldn't want to pursue anything with someone like her who knew absolutely nothing about how to please him in that sense. He'd probably had dozens of beautiful voluptuous women who knew exactly what to do sexually. And Beth was just the simple little farmer's daughter who didn't know a single thing past kissing. Well, she reckoned she knew a little more now but not enough to please someone like Daryl Dixon.

Meanwhile, Daryl was still sat on the floor in the book section with his head in his hands. Beth's words echoed to him. Who said I needed ta learn? He knew it! So someone had already taught her a thing or two? Well, she couldn't have learned too much from a stupid high school prick. Unless it was someone older. She was 18 or 19 now, but someone could have taken advantage before the world went ta shit… a neighbor, a teacher, a friend – like himself. Goddamnit! That wasn't likely. He was just torturing himself. But it was the not knowing that was really killing him. Daryl decided he was just gonna hafta swallow his pride and ask her.

Beth was laying on her blanket facing him when he approached. Daryl opened his mouth to explain but Beth beat him to it with an apology. "Daryl, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be like that. I just… let's forget about it, ok?"

Daryl considered her for a minute. "Ya wanna play a game?"

Beth sat up and looked at Daryl like he had lost his mind. Daryl Dixon wanted to play a game? That didn't sound right. "Uh, a game? Like a card game or a board game?"

Daryl shrugged back out of his unnecessary jacket, overshirt, and shoes and socks before sitting down with Beth on her blanket. Finally he looked down at her and moved in for a kiss. Beth sighed into it with relief and returned the kiss tenderly, neither of them rushing it this time. Daryl finally pulled back and cleared his throat. "So uh, what's bothering me is not knowin' what it's been like for ya before. I just figured we might play a question game, feel each other out a bit?"

Beth looked confused for a few moments. What it was like for her before? Didn't he understand that she was a virgin before today? She thought she'd been clear about that but maybe there was something she was missing. "So like, 'how many guys have you kissed?', 'where's the weirdest place you ever made out?'… Questions like that?"

Daryl leaned down and nipped at Beth's neck gently and let his wet tongue drift over her pulse point, feeling it hammer away before he whispered in her ear, "Did ya like what I did ta ya earlier?"

Beth pulled back so she could look at him when she answered. "Mmhm." She shook her head and gave Daryl a cute grin. "My turn. What was your favorite part?" Beth watched Daryl as he considered the question. She figured he would say the lingerie or the orgasm or something like that. She was wrong.

Daryl wasn't really considering the question as much as how he should answer. He knew exactly what part he liked best. He just didn't know how Beth would feel about it. In the end, though, he decided that the truth was best for a girl like Beth. "After. When I was just holdin' ya, I guess." Daryl ducked his head but raised his eyes. He was afraid she'd think he was nuts or weak or somethin'. A man's favorite part of sex wasn't supposed to be the cuddlin' after, was it?

Beth looked surprised but not judgmental. Daryl's answer made her happy. She thought maybe if that was his favorite part then what happened wasn't all just about the sex. Maybe she could have a shot with Daryl Dixon. She just wished she knew why he was so jumpy and aloof after all they shared. She gave him a full-on smile and leaned up, begging for another kiss.

Daryl grinned and gave her what she wanted. It was hot but quick. Daryl was eager to get to the next question. "So what was yer favorite part?"

"Uh, I liked all of it except the part where it hurt." Daryl winced at that. He wished he'd known to take it easier on her. "It was nice. All of it. But I liked the first part the best." Daryl narrowed his eyes at her and raised an eyebrow. Beth ducked her head and flushed. "You know…"

"Ya gonna make me guess? A'ight. The kiss?" Beth's eyes got big but she shook her head. "Hmm. Me gropin' on ya, tryin' ta get that damn shirt and bra off?" Beth giggled at the memory and shook her head. Daryl grinned. "I know – that little strip tease a yers? Ya got an exhibitionist streak in ya, Greene?"

Beth laughed out loud at that one. "Daryl! No! Stop teasin' me! You know which part I'm talkin' about." Daryl's mouth was back on her neck, one hand drifting over her midriff and the other slipping up the back of her shirt inching toward her bra clasp. He bit her sharply just to get her attention and that caused Beth to shudder. Daryl thought she liked it but he'd have to ask her about that later.

"Say it Beth. What was yer favorite part?" Daryl kept on with his mouth, inching farther down her neck toward the buttons – the few that hadn't been ripped off last time. Daryl vaguely thought he'd make sure there weren't any more left this time so she couldn't put the damn shirt back on. Ever. Beth was breathing hard trying to stay focused but Daryl's hands and hot breath and lips and tongue playing on her skin were making that really difficult. "When you, uh… when you were kneeling… and with your mouth…"

Daryl looked up into Beth's eyes. He could tell this was difficult for her. She tended to be on the shy side anyway, so Daryl had pity on her. He ran a hand against her red hot cheek and up the side of her head, smoothing back her hair. "Hey. Don't be shy with me. Just say it. I wanna hear." Daryl took hold of one of her hands and gave a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

Beth wanted to tell him that this was her new favorite part. This gentle caressing, the intimacy. Beth took a deep breath as Daryl continued to gaze at her. "I liked it when you used your mouth on me down there."

Daryl smiled and kissed Beth's cheek before leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "Ya liked it when I licked yer pussy." He clarified. As he said it, he ran one hand down between her legs and groped her through her jeans. He punctuated the last word with a squeeze. Beth practically hyperventilated. The feel of his hand, the dirty words in her ear, it was almost enough for her to pass out. So much for my nice new underwear, she thought.

Whose turn was it? Beth couldn't even remember. Daryl did, though. He pulled back and looked at her again. "Anybody ever do that for ya before?"

"No. I told ya I was a virgin. It's the truth. I've never done anything before today, Daryl."

Beth looked worried like maybe he didn't believe her or somethin'. "Beth… just 'cause yer a virgin doesn't mean you've never done anything. You've kissed before, right?"

"Well yeah…that. And Jimmy did a little bit of that thing on my neck and he touched…" Beth trailed off. The look on Daryl's face when she mentioned Jimmy unnerved her. Was Daryl jealous of Jimmy?! "Daryl… he wasn't as good at it as you though." Beth could still see Daryl's jaw clenching as she raised her hand to cup his cheek. "What's wrong? Is that what was botherin' ya?"

Daryl tried to smile but it was more a grimace than anything. "What did he touch, Beth? This?" Daryl ran his hand from her crotch to her breast and squeezed. Beth nodded. "How? Like this?" She gave him a half-nod but she looked unsure. Daryl searched her eyes before lifting her shirt and running his hand underneath. "Like this?" He pushed her bra up out of the way and massaged her tit, squeezing and pinching her nipple gently. "Mmm. Yeah, but it didn't feel like this before." Daryl smiled and kissed her sweetly. "What about with his mouth on yer breasts? Ya let him do that?" Beth shook her head no and smiled a bit. "Good. What else?"

Beth looked at him sharply. "Promise ya won't be mad?" Daryl huffed out a breath and had to look away from her for a moment. He pulled his hand away and fixed her shirt back in place before responding. "I ain't gonna be mad. Ok?" Beth nodded and shifted toward him, pushing him back against the wall. When she straddled him, it surprised Daryl for a moment. Maybe he was gonna be mad. When she was settled over his lap, Beth took Daryl's hand and slid it back between her legs. Daryl's face reddened, but not in embarrassment this time. Beth kissed him gently almost as if she was saying 'You weren't gonna be mad, remember?' She sat back and looked at him. "Do you need to know all of it?"

Daryl sat up a little straighter. He was getting really anxious now. What all had she let that little shit do to her? At least Beth was getting a little less shy with him now and that was a good thing. Daryl reminded himself that he was the one that got to be her first and she told him that making out with him was better than what she had done before. Everything else didn't matter. Neither of them could change their pasts. Daryl also reminded himself about all the things that he'd done. He'd better hope Beth didn't ask for details about what he did with those skanks he used to hook up with when he was with Merle. But at least he'd been safe about it… unlike his brother. "Yeah, Beth. I wanna know. I need to."

"It was no big deal. It was just the one time and it didn't go far." She chuckled at the mess of hotness underneath her as he tried to mask a scowl. Unsuccessfully. Beth thought if she could just lower herself a little she could feel him… his hardness. She wanted to so bad, but she restrained herself. She was gonna play it out for him just like it happened and she didn't want Daryl getting the idea that she had done that with Jimmy. "We were in his dad's truck parked behind the barn at my house. Kissin'. Then he pulled me onto his lap like this." Beth kissed Daryl several times but they were barely pecks compared to what they had been doing earlier.

Then Beth leaned back and unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Daryl sucked in a deep breath. Beth had shoplifted a set of pretty lingerie earlier and Daryl definitely approved of the black and orchid pushup that lifted her pretty breasts even higher than they sat naturally, offering them up to him enticingly. Beth took Daryl's hand from her center and slid it up under her bra like they had gone over earlier. His other hand, she placed on her ass and showed him to squeeze. "Like this." Beth explained before she kissed him some more.

After a few minutes, Beth guided Daryl's mouth down her neck and shifted his hand from her ass back to her groin, showing him to rub lightly back and forth. Then Beth pulled Daryl' hand from her breast and shifted off of him back to her previous seat beside him on the blanket. Daryl looked at her with big eyes. "Why'd ya stop?!"

Beth rolled her eyes. "My dad caught us. I was grounded for months."

Daryl laid his head back against the wall and laughed. "Damn. Now I feel bad for the kid."

"Well, you wanted to know everything. That's the extent of it." Beth looked over at Daryl with a grin. "Now, I think it's definitely my turn. Did you like it earlier today when you… you know… the thing I liked?"

Daryl raised an eyebrow at her again. "Ya still cain't say it?!"

Beth looked at him determinedly and swallowed hard. "Did ya like it when you licked my pussy?" She got it out but just barely. And as soon as she did, her eye's squeezed shut and her hands went to her face in embarrassment. Daryl thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen and he didn't feel bad at all about pushing her into it.

Daryl turned so he was sitting facing her. He reached up and pulled her hands from her face. "Hey. Lookit me." When he had her full attention he continued. "I liked it a lot. I didn't really spend too long on it before though." Daryl cleared his throat and placed his hands on Beth's hips, rotating his thumbs against the bare skin there. He licked his lips at the thoughts flitting through his brain. "You wanna let me have another go at it?" Beth had been a deep crimson that was almost purple, but now the blood drained from her face so quickly that Daryl was actually afraid she might pass out on him. This girl was like a damn lava lamp with all her blushing and paling.

Instead of answering him, Beth reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She nodded at Daryl and lifted her hips as he pulled the jeans from her body. He had to stop and admire the barely-there panties that matched her new bra. It was clear they were already soaked completely and that only added to their appeal. As much as he liked the look of them, they had to go, though. He removed her bra, too, as an afterthought. Might as well have her all bared to him. He kissed Beth hard, not unlike their very first kiss earlier today. This time, though, Beth kept up a little better. It was still rough and passionate and both Daryl and Beth were moaning into it.

Finally Daryl pulled away and pushed Beth back gently onto the blanket. He realized that her knees were shaking as he parted them to see her. Beth propped herself onto her elbows so she could watch and Daryl didn't mind that in the least. Her lips were wet with desire and he immediately went to work cleaning up the mess as Beth watched fascinated. She really did taste so sweet like honey. Daryl let his tongue slip inside her folds and trail upward to her clit and then back out. Beth moaned slightly and wiggled her ass, begging Daryl for more contact.

He used his fingers to part her and let his tongue lap up the juices that were now flowing freely from her opening. He let the tip of his tongue tease her opening several times before pushing it inside more. And again and again until Beth flung herself back onto the blanket and started shifting her hips to the rhythm Daryl was setting. When he pressed his thumb to her clit and circled it slowly, Beth cried out his name. The sound of his name coming off her lips sent a shock straight to Daryl's dick and he had to steady himself. This wasn't about him. It was all for her.

Daryl removed his thumb and slid his tongue into place to trace around the sensitive little nub. Beth was still raising her hips in time to Daryl's ministrations, but now she was sighing in contentment and pleasure. When he slipped two fingers into her tight wetness, Beth stopped moving and Daryl glanced up to see what was wrong. Beth sat back up on her elbows but didn't stop him, so he continued. He pressed his fingers further and noticed that Beth winced. She must be tender from earlier, Daryl thought. He pulled his fingers back a bit but didn't stop.

In addition to his tongue swirling around her clit, Daryl started sucking as he set a light rhythm with his fingers pushing in and out. That did wonders for Beth's reactions. Before long she was grinding against his mouth and his hand. He sank his fingers farther into her with each thrust and increased speed with his tongue and added more pressure with his sucking.

Beth came suddenly and ferociously with no warning. Her fingers were wound into Daryl's hair, tugging, practically pulling it out at the roots. Her cries became unintelligible screams. Daryl savored the wet gush as he felt it against his chin and fingers. Her clenching pussy was massaging his fingers now as much as he was massaging her and Beth was grinding herself onto Daryl's face hard. Daryl had never experienced anything like it. It was the single hottest instance in his life and he promised himself that he would always strive for it to be this good for his Beth. There was no way she wasn't his now. She had just marked him for life.

Daryl continued his motions with his fingers and tongue and mouth, slowing it down as her high wore to a close. Finally Beth's fingers loosed themselves from his hair and he felt her gently pushing against his forehead, asking him to stop. Daryl sat up and pulled his fingers from Beth's pussy. As she watched, he brought the fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off one by one, grinning like a fool. Beth's eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned, squeezing her legs together. If she hadn't been so sensitive Daryl would have cleaned her up with his mouth, but she was obviously done for now.

As Daryl shifted forward to lie next to her, he let his hands travel over her bare body. He relished the feel of her hot soft skin under his rough hands. He thought he could do this forever. He wondered if she would agree to forever if he asked her. Maybe the next time they played their question game he would throw that one in somewhere. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue as she sank into his chest. She was shaking. "Hey, ya alright?"

Beth laid her head against his chest for a long moment, letting her hand play with the hem of his shirt. Finally she looked up at him, a fire hot in her eyes. "Daryl. It's not yer turn. It's mine." Daryl grinned and she returned it. "Will you teach me to do that for you?"

A/N: Well obviously this will continue. Or will it? I'm just cruel enough to leave it here, ya know. Ya might ought to leave a review and let me know what you think AND let me know what kinds of things you would like to see happen down the line. Ask and ye shall receive and all that. Love you guys - Lola