Chapter 8: Chapter 8
A/N - Thanks again for all the reviews for last chapter. I was on the verge of abandoning this story, BUT, I just had to keep it going. I think you'll agree, what happened on the show was just not satisfactory, so I needed to write this! If you've seen season 4, then just bear in mind on the show something like this could have happened off screen, before she was taken, only Beth and Daryl would know! :) :)
WARNING - As promised at the start, this chapter is one that verges in to M territory! I have toned it down as much as I can, but just wanted to warn you first. Hope that is ok.
Beth continued to shake, looking at Daryl, openness and vulnerability written all over her pretty face.
Time felt like it was standing still. There was no taking back what she had just said, no walking away or pretending it hadn't happened, things would never be able to go back to the way they had been before.
She had said it. She had actually said those words, to Daryl Dixon.
Daryl was her only surviving friend now, a member of her old prison family and in more recent times her mentor and close companion too. He could appear moody and aloof a lot of the time, and he had always been more than a little rough around the edges. But he had looked out for Beth like a protective older brother.
But despite that, Beth couldn't deny there had always been something undeniably sexy about him. It wasn't just his strong muscular arms, together with his touch of manly stubble and the way his dishevelled hair fell over his eye. It was the dark, dangerous look he got, when he was determined to do something or fight for someone he cared about. He was the bad boy with a good heart.
Right now, he was so close to her, so damn close.
He was sat shirtless next to her on the bed, displaying all his tattoos and scars, dressed in just his trousers and socks, half naked from where she had fixed up his injured side just moments before.
He had one hand on her knee still, whilst the other was touching the side of her face. His eyes fixed on her, displaying a tenderness and warmth, along with a touch of concern, like he was debating something internally.
Beth wasn't stupid; she knew part of him would probably be thinking that it was just the reckless young girl in her coming out again. Similar to the time he had accused her of acting like a dumb college bitch, when she had been on a desperate hunt to find her first drink after the prison had fallen.
But that time hadn't only been about experiencing what it felt like to get wasted, before she inevitably became just another dead girl. It had been about a having a purpose, a reason to keep going.
This time was the same in a different way.
Beth wanted to lose her virginity, not just because she wanted to experience having sex before she died, but because it felt right. Like it was meant to be here, with Daryl. Not with Jimmy or Zach, or any other imaginary handsome stranger that probably didn't exist.
Daryl was the one.
He was here for her now and he was her future. She hoped he realized that too. Things had changed between them since the day he had yelled at her in the woods over her persistence to find alcohol. They had formed an unbreakable bond, a deeper closeness.
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Daryl sucked in a breath, feeling blood rushing around him like a wildfire. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about touching her before, as far back as the prison even. When he had occasionally stolen small looks at her from afar, knowing it was unthinkable. She was Beth.
But back then there had been far more pressing issues to get to grips with. He had successfully pushed any type of physical desires he may have had to one side, his and the rest of their group's survival, always being his number one priority.
But here now, everyone they knew was gone. Possibly forever. There really was nothing to focus on anymore, except him and Beth.
The beautiful young blonde girl that had shone some much needed light and hope on to his miserable existence. The girl he had nearly died protecting earlier that day. That had to mean something. It couldn't have all been for nothing.
He stayed still, glued to the spot as if paralysed. He'd never had any kind of game with women, not like his brother. He didn't have the confidence.
Daryl was never going to be the kind of guy that threw a girl up against a tree in the moonlight. Whenever he had been around a girl he had liked, Daryl had always said and done the wrong thing, and it was awkward as hell.
But with Beth it was different. Everything was different.
He didn't actually know when it had started, but he knew something had been there building under the surface since they had been alone together. Possibly even longer.
He'd kept the beginnings of it buried, even to himself. She was off limits. First as Hershel's youngest daughter, then as a friend and member of his survival group, and now most recently for her innocence; which had always been there, but now that it had floated up and been exposed, his feelings for her were larger than he was ready for.
Beth waited anxiously as her words hung in the air. She hoped like hell he wouldn't pull away. Tell her it was a bad idea.
Instead his face remained sober, but there was a glimmer in his eye, giving her hope.
"Beth," he simply said, his voice low and husky, slowly edging a little closer to her, giving her enough time to move if she wanted to.
She didn't move. Not even flinch. He moved his hand from her knee to her hip, the feel of his fingertips running over her body sending electricity shooting through her. And then, his eyes still glimmering with the same look, he leaned in to kiss her, tangling his other hand in her messy hair as his lips brushed hers.
The kiss was surprizingly soft and patient, causing Beth to instantly remember exactly how it felt to have his mouth on hers again.
His hand pressed down gently on her pelvis. But instead of roughly bringing her hips forward, he just stroked the curve of her waist with his thumb.
His lips continued to brush gently over hers, for one long free floating moment as he remained patient and undemanding.
Beth sighed slightly, quickly becoming more desperate to give herself to him, a surge of arousal buzzing around her. Daryl shifted, his touch still light, but his lips caressing hers somehow more intimately as he pulled away.
"If you want me to stop," he whispered against her lips, "Just say so," he let his hand fall from her face to the nape of her neck, his eyes burning in to hers.
"I won't," Beth whispered back, her face flushed with more arousal, trembling with nerves and excitement.
He moved his hands to the bottom of her damp t-shirt, slowly pulling it up and over her head. Aware he was trembling now too.
She had saved her virginity, probably for true love, he thought, whatever the hell that was. But seeing as the whole goddamn world had gone to shit, it was on him now to try and make it resemble something special. He thought back to a few days ago, how he hadn't been about to let her have peach snappes for her first drink, and right now he wasn't about to let her first time having sex be a cheap and nasty experience either.
He fumbled with the clasp on her bra, gently tugging the straps over her petite pale shoulders, revealing her perfect small breasts.
Letting his eyes wander her body, he thought how naturally gorgeous she was, how effortlessly attractive. Feeling his own body stir, he was suddenly aware of how much he'd wanted her and for how long. and he lost his breath.
After another brief moment of hesitation, he kissed her again.
Her lips parted as she kissed him back. He still didn't push but this time there was a little more urgency, before the pressure quickly became more hard and passionate. Beth tipped her head to allow him better access to her mouth and his heart leapt at her trust, her willingness and he let his hand wander to the waist of her jeans, his fingers travelling inside, pulling her hips to his.
As her pelvis connected to his, they both felt a flutter of excitement, Beth letting out a small moan.
Worried that it was too much too soon, Daryl broke apart for a second, pulling back to gauge the expression on her face, he didn't want to rush her. But within seconds her lips were connected to his again. Taking this to mean she wasn't too overwhelmed, Daryl pushed her back on to the bed, her long blonde hair fanning the pillow as it fell out of it's messy ponytail.
Taking great pains to ensure he continued to be gentle and careful, he found himself undoing the button to her jeans, sliding them off as his strong rough hands made contact with her bare skin, causing her to moan quietly again. She then reached up to undo his flies, wrestling a little with his trousers as he helped her tug them off, tossing them to the floor.
He bent his head down to place light feather like kisses on her neck, still not pressurising, or hurrying, just trying to tell her without words that he was there, that he wanted to be there with her and he wanted her to be sure.
Beth felt herself sinking back on to the bed, the mattress was soft and comfortable and she sighed inwardly as she felt Daryl's hot breath on her neck. This might not have been exactly how she had imagined her first time would be, but really was anything turning out how she had imagined it would now?
Gripping the back of Daryl's shaggy dark hair, she felt her body tense with a rush of pleasure, this was what she wanted, she felt sure of that. There was a reason she was here with Daryl now and not her previous boyfriends, he was a survivor, a man not a boy.
She might never have dreamed, back when Daryl had first appeared at the farm, that they would be doing this. That she would be here with him, when everyone else was gone. But she was, and it melted her heart every time she thought about how brave and protective he was. It was just the two of them now, she was alive because of him and she wanted to give him something back. She lifted her right leg up slightly, wrapping it around his waist as he trailed kisses down her neck.
Beth wondered when he had last had sex, she had never seen him with any females in that way. She'd often wondered if he thought about it, or needed it. She knew what most guys were like, but he'd always seemed more reserved, more uncomfortable with the opposite sex than other men. But right now it was obvious he knew what he was doing, Beth thought, blushing slightly, as she felt him pressing down on top of her, his fingers moving to remove her underwear. His touch was so tentative, but so skilled at the same time as he allowed his fingers to explore her. Making her gasp out in pleasure.
Beth's breath quickened, her pulse thumping furiously around her body as she realized she didn't feel nervous or anxious. She had always thought that she would. She'd imagined her first time would be awkward and she'd feel uptight and insecure. But with Daryl, she felt none of those things.
She knew him so well now. They'd survived together, since the prison, in some pretty rough conditions, having to squeeze in to the smallest places to keep out of the sight of walkers and huddle together at night purely for warmth and survival. But now he was so close to her in a different way.
He moved slowly, as she parted her legs further for him. And she gasped out, as she finally felt him inside her.
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"You okay?" He whispered in her ear.
All Beth could do was nod and shudder as a smile formed on her lips, feeling a rush of security at his words. Her eyes half shut and hazy, losing herself in the moment. Content and happy, in the knowledge if she died tomorrow they would have this night to remember forever.
A/N - Thanks for reading, if you have time I would love to hear what you think ;)