I am actually quite nervous about this chapter because this chapter wasn't planned at all. It wasn't in my outline but I sat down and started writing this and it came out of nowhere, turning out to be the longest chapter of the story so far. But now, I'm so excited to write the chapters after this one.
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Chapter Nineteen.
The garage was completely slammed. She didn't know what happened but it seemed like all morning, people had been calling, trying to set up appointments because all of the cars in town must have had mechanical problems over the weekend. Beth was barely able to get up from her desk to go to the bathroom in between phone calls. She was quickly filling in the schedules of the four mechanics for the next few days and she hoped that she wasn't overwhelming them.
As soon as it turned noon, the others seemed to practically race from the garage for their lunch hour and Beth never thought she would be so happy to go to the bathroom. When she came out again, Daryl was sitting in the chair across from her desk and she smiled when she saw him, her heart fluttering like a butterfly's wings.
He smiled a little, too. "Hey," he greeted her in his grunt. "Startin' to rain a little. We'll have to eat in here."
Beth smiled and didn't say anything as she went to the break room to get her lunch from the refrigerator. She came back and instead of sitting behind her desk, she came to sit on the old loveseat pushed up against one of the walls of the office for customers to sit on as they waited. Without a word, Daryl took his lunch and came to sit down beside her.
"I need a break from my desk for a little bit," she told him but no sooner had the words left her mouth that the phone rang. She sighed and dutifully stood up, going to her desk to answer. "Good afternoon, Dale's Garage," she answered, polite as ever though she really just wanted to snap at the person because she was starving and tired and couldn't they give her just one hour without calling? "Let me check real quick. Hold please." She pressed the button on the phone and set the receiver down, going around the desk to her computer, bringing up the schedule.
"What do they need?" Daryl asked, the bologna sandwich in his hands but he hadn't taken a bite from it yet.
"She doesn't know. She just says her check engine light keeps coming on and she needs a mechanic to take a look at it," Beth said, trying to find a spot any of the guys had available. Beth picked up the phone again and pressed the button. "Hi, Andrea. What sort of car do you drive?" She paused and then looked to Daryl. "We actually do have a mechanic that can work on Hybrids but unfortunately, his schedule is full until at least Friday."
She heard Daryl sigh and watched as he stood up, crossing to her desk. He held out his hand and she handed him the phone, watching him, and she wasn't sure why but watching Daryl just then, her stomach clenched into an almost painful knot. She didn't know anything about cars – even after working here for a few months – so she didn't know what Daryl was saying about light indicators and cool injectors and engine grinds but all she knew was that she loved listening to his voice. His voice was like gravel, rough and low, and it had given her goosebumps more than one time. If Daryl was reading a recipe from a cookbook, Beth would pay admission to listen to him speak.
"We don't stock parts for a Hybrid so you'd have to bring it in sooner rather than later so I'd know what to order," Daryl was saying to Andrea over the phone and then he was standing behind Beth, leaning over her so he could look over the schedule, too, and she could feel his warm breath exhaling across her cheek.
She felt her eyes begin to flutter closed. He was so close to her and so warm and he had been this close to her before and yet, she always seemed to have the same reaction. She shivered as if she was cold but her entire body felt as if flames was licking across her skin as she stood too close to a fireplace. Beth couldn't help but lean herself back a little bit, as if seeking out his chest, and Daryl seemed to know what she was doing and maybe he wanted it, too, because he leaned in a little bit more forward, his chest brushing against the back of her head.
"Yeah," he rumbled. "Or you could take it to the dealer where you bought it."
Beth swore the breath caught in her throat and she stopped breathing when she felt his fingers, the tips lightly brushing along the side of her neck. She instantly leaned into his touch, shifting in her chair and tilting her head to the side so he could have more room to touch her if he wanted to. And he seemed to want to and his fingertips brushed up and found the curve of her jaw.
"I got an openin' tomorrow mornin' at ten. Just a half hour though. Don't know how good I could check it over in thirty minutes," he said.
His fingers never stopped. They traced the curve of her face and then they paused beneath her chin. His fingertips began rubbing her there and Beth felt her eyes slip closed at the light, teasing, almost tickling touch. She had to bite down on her lip because she swore she was going to let out a quiet moan at any minute and she didn't want Andrea to hear it from over the phone.
She couldn't quite believe that Daryl was touching her like this and she wondered if she was just imagining it. Maybe she was having an incredibly vivid daydream of his hands on her but she opened her eyes and saw him still standing behind her in her peripheral and his fingers slowly trailed down the column of her throat now.
And now, she couldn't help but arch her head back, pressing it against his chest and letting out the quietest of moans.
"I'll have Beth put you in," Daryl said and Beth hardly heard him hang up the phone.
Within a second, Beth spun around in her chair, seeming to catch him by surprise, and she stood up, pushing herself up on her toes and pressing her lips to his. Daryl didn't seem to need a moment to have his mind catch up because as soon as she was kissing him, he was kissing her back, his fingers tangling in her hair and she was suddenly quite glad she had worn it down that day. Her own hands cupped his cheeks and then moved down to the sides of his neck before she slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her body tighter against his and he held her within his strong arms, practically crushing her and squeezing the air from her but she could have cared less in that moment. As long as he kept kissing her and holding her and she nearly shivered again but definitely not because she was cold.
In the back of her mind, she knew that making out with Daryl Dixon in the middle of the garage office wasn't the most professional thing to be doing but right now, that was also the last thing on her mind.
She didn't want this to stop. She knew most people knew she and Daryl were living together in his trailer and she knew that most just assumed that they were sleeping together. The truth was though, they hardly touched one another when they were alone in his home except for the occasional brushing of their bodies as they passed one another or her light kiss to him each night before going to sleep. She had no idea what they were or what they were doing and she longed to just down with him and ask him countless questions until she didn't have a single one left but she knew that Daryl wasn't the sort to ever have that sort of conversation and she knew that she was happy with whatever it was that was happening between them.
She just couldn't help but wonder if she would be happier if she had a concrete definition of what they were.
They had to come up for air and for a few seconds, the only sounds were their heaving breaths and the raindrops lightly falling on the roof above their heads and the pavement outside.
Beth's eyes fluttered open and she wasn't surprised to see him already looking at her. She had no idea what to say or do and the most she seemed able to do was give him a small smile. One corner of his mouth twitched but he didn't make it bigger and he didn't say anything either.
Slowly, his arms moved from being wrapped around her back and they dropped down, his hands resting on her hips. Not that she had much hips to rest them on. She wondered what he thought about them. Did he like more… full women? Women with curves and softness instead of all sharp angles and bones? All of this time, she had honestly never thought of what a man thought of how she looked. She had other things on her mind than worrying if the opposite sex found her attractive.
But then, this whole thing with Daryl started and she couldn't help but imagine him seeing her naked eventually. She wondered if he was going to be disappointed or worse. Disgusted. She was still too skinny – too many bones still sticking from her skin – and even if she was gaining weight back, she knew she still had a long way to go and she didn't want to imagine Daryl cringing the first time he looked at her without clothes on.
"I gave Andrea that spot at ten o'clock," Daryl broke the silence.
Beth nodded and didn't speak because she still didn't trust her voice at the moment. She stared into his eyes and wished she could look into them for the rest of the day.
She couldn't help herself or stop herself from stretching her neck forward and brushing her lips across his in one more kiss; a kiss that had to satisfy her for the rest of the day and Daryl seemed to think the same thing because his arms slipped back around her waist, bounding around her as if he didn't want to let her go but eventually, he did because they heard cars approach as the other guys began returning to the garage for the rest of the work day and they still had their own lunches to eat. Beth couldn't help but sigh softly – a little with disappointment – when his arms dropped away and he took steps back to the couch.
She felt so cold without him near.
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It was still raining hours later when they left the garage. They had ridden his motorcycle that morning and it was a steady, soft rain but it was steady enough to soak them thoroughly as Daryl raced them – yet still driving carefully – home.
Beth was laughing as she hurried inside with Daryl right behind her and she brushed some wet hair stuck to her cheeks back from her face. She turned to look at him and Daryl stood there, staring at her, his eyes unblinking. She felt her stomach clench and she shivered – a mixture this time of cold and steadily growing hotter.
"What?" She asked, sounding breathless from both laughing and from the darkness she could see in his eyes as he kept them on her.
He didn't say anything and she realized she really wasn't expecting him to but then, he shook his head and rubbed a hand over his head, glancing away.
"Don't know what the hell I'm doin' when I'm 'round you," he said.
"You don't have to know," she was quick to say. "Daryl, everything you're doing…" she trailed off then and his eyes moved back to her. "It's perfect," she whispered.
He stared at her and she felt nervous and scared and excited all at the same time and it was a jumbled mess in her mind. She really needed Daryl to do something because she had absolutely no idea what the next move should be. And she had meant what she said. The ways this man was making her feel, there was no way feeling so wonderful every day could be something wrong.
She shivered then, not able to help herself, the water soaking her skin and clothes and the trailer was cool from being unoccupied all day and the temperature dropping outside.
"Here," Daryl noticed and he reached out, taking her hand. She followed him into the bedroom and then he left for just a second, going into the bathroom and then coming back with a towel in his hands.
She stood there as he began to gently massaging the towel over her head, his fingers lightly massaging her scalp. Beth's eyes slipped closed and she leaned in closer to him and she wasn't looking but she could feel his face closer to hers now, his breath warm and steady on her face and she felt his nose brush against hers.
Keeping her eyes closed, she lifted her hands and they found the way to the back of his neck. She gently pulled him forward as she pushed her lips to meet him halfway and the instant they kissed, she nearly sank against him, sagging as if everything inside of her just gave away and deflated in that moment.
Daryl's hands fell away from her head, the towel falling to the floor, and his arms circled around her waist, hauling her body against his. She moaned softly, her arms sliding around his shoulders.
"I promised your pops," he muttered, hardly lifting his lips from hers as he did.
"Promised him what?" She whispered.
"Promised him I'd keep you a good girl."
And Beth almost felt herself whimpering at that because her body was crushed to his and she could feel him growing harder in his jeans, pressed against her.
She didn't want to be good if it meant she couldn't have Daryl like this. Her whole life, she had been Hershel Greene's good daughter. She obviously had her problems but for the most part, she did anything her daddy told her to. Always quiet and polite and the picture-perfect daughter. And she was fine with that. She really was. There was nothing wrong with being a good girl. It's who she was and it had taken her some time but she was beginning to like who she was again.
"Just because I'm a good girl doesn't mean I don't want to feel good," she heard herself whisper in a husky voice she didn't even recognize as her own.
Her eyes opened and she looked at Daryl and Daryl was staring right back at her. She swore that neither of them were breathing as one of Daryl's hands slowly slid down from her waist.
"You gotta tell me to stop, Beth," he said and his voice somehow sounded lower and rougher than usual and just hearing it made her want to moan.
She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and her eyes focused on his. She shook her head slightly. "I won't," she whispered to him.
She didn't know what he was going to do and it seemed like Daryl wasn't too sure either. But then, his hand began moving downwards again and she had no idea what to expect, having never had a man touch her like this. She kept her eyes bravely locked with his and she hoped that whatever he saw her looking at him with, it only showed him that she wanted this to keep going.
"I can't do this," he shook his head as his fingertips touched her bare thigh.
She tightened her arms around his shoulders. "You can," she said, still whispering. "I want you to, Daryl."
She felt his fingers twitch and then he slowly crept them upwards again, slipping them beneath the hem of her dress. Her heart began beating again, hard drumbeats in her chest that nearly felt as if they were bruising the bone and she felt goosebumps break across all over her skin but she definitely wasn't cold this time.
Without a word, without taking his eyes from hers, he began gently moving her backwards and she felt the bed hit the back of her knees. She sat down slowly, her stomach fluttering madly, and he kneeled down on the floor in front of her. His eyes still weren't moving from hers and she wet her lips again with her tongue. His fingers were moving further up her thigh, slipping to the inside of it, and she felt herself spreading her thighs a little wider even though he told her to do no such thing. She was going with instincts and between the pull in her stomach and the dull throb growing now between her thighs, she felt like she knew what to do.
The first time he touched her through her underwear, she couldn't help but gasp. She knew it was coming and yet, it still completely took her by surprise and Daryl's hand immediately froze. He didn't move it away but he didn't make any more movements and now that he had touched her, she knew she wanted him to again.
"Daryl," she whispered his name and shifted her hips a little, looking at him as she spread her thighs a little wider.
Daryl stared at her for a moment, his eyes intently upon her face, and he then touched her again, his index finger slowly tracing her through the growing damp fabric. She bit down on her bottom lip as she watched him watching her with unwavering concentration on his face. It was the look he had when he worked on a car. All of his attention and focus was on the task at hand and he wasn't going to make a mistake. Beth had watched him for so long, daydreaming about his hands and his arms, and now, his hands were on her, one resting on the outside of her thigh in a light grip while the other was between them, touching her and rubbing her and she heard herself moan softly, feeling herself grow hotter and wet.
His fingers paused and she almost let out a whimper of protest. "Beth," he whispered her name then and she hadn't realized her eyes had fallen shut until she slowly pulled the lids back and saw him staring at her.
She shook her head as if she knew he was asking her if she wanted to stop and she slowly lowered herself back onto her elbows so she could still watch him. She didn't know where this sudden burst of bravery was coming from but she knew she liked it and hoped it lasted so Daryl couldn't doubt a single second of this happening.
She bit down harder on her bottom lip and she reminded herself to keep breathing as she felt his fingers move and then he was pushing her underwear to one side. The air of the room was so cold as it rushed against her heated, now exposed, flesh, she nearly gasped with shock. She stared at him as he stared at her; a part of her no one had ever seen before. She wondered what she looked like to him and she wondered why she wasn't feeling embarrassed. She was probably too hot about what was going on to think about being embarrassed.
Daryl inched a little closer on his knees and then his fingers were back, touching her bare folds and she let out a small whimper, her eyes sliding shut. His touch was light, somewhat hesitant, but she could feel herself tingling, the throbbing steady between her thighs as her heart raced in her chest.
She gasped loudly as Daryl then began to slowly inch one of his fingers inside where nothing had ever been before. He froze and lifted his head to look at her.
"Beth?" He asked softly and she knew that he must have figured out that she was a virgin. She didn't nod or shake to confirm or deny. All she did was reach down and wrap her fingers lightly around his wrist.
"Don't stop," she said to him quietly, staring into his eyes.
"This ain't right," he shook his own head.
"Please don't say that."
He stared at her and her eyes stayed on him. She had no idea what he was thinking and all she could imagine was him pulling his hand away, standing up and walking out of the room, leaving her there splayed on the bed with her thighs open and an ache she didn't know how to get rid of.
Daryl didn't move away though. He exhaled a deep breath and his eyes lowered back to between her thighs. And when she felt him beginning to move his finger again, she let go of his wrist. It was tight – she was tight – and she shifted her hips, a little uncomfortable at such a foreign intrusion but she didn't want him to stop and he didn't. He didn't until his index finger was all the way inside and she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.
She laid there, still keeping herself on her elbows and her head tilted back, and she took a moment for her brain to catch up on what was happening. She had her thighs spread and Daryl Dixon had his finger inside of her. Daryl Dixon's finger was inside of her. And when he slowly began to pull it back, she heard herself moan softly.
He started to do it again and again, over and over. Pushing it in and then pulling it out. Slow – almost painfully slow – but she was getting used to it and she supposed he was, too. She wanted to ask him how she felt but her throat was too thick and dry and she couldn't do anything right now except breathe heavily and moan softly.
She heard herself whispering his name again and again as if she was saying a prayer and she cried out when she felt him add another finger – his middle, this time, to join his index. She was feeling so hot and so wet and she could still hardly believe that this was happening. Daryl was moving a little faster, it feeling like he was rubbing every inch of the inside of her and when the tingles started to spark across every inch of her body, she knew what was happening even if she had never quite felt it happen to her before.
And then his thumb swept across that sensitive bud at the top of her folds and she cried out, not able to help herself, Her head fell back and she moaned out as he did it again and again and then those sparks turned into explosions and she felt tremors breaking out and spreading to the very tips of her fingers and the very tips of her toes. She heard herself moaning out loudly, her back arching sharply and she gasped his name over and over again.
She felt his fingers pull out from her for the last time and it took her a minute or two for her breath to return. And when it did, she slowly sat herself up, seeing Daryl still kneeling there beside the bed. He was staring at her and again, she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She wondered if she would ever be able to read him.
She lifted her hands to his face, her thumbs swiping across his cheekbones and he closed his eyes for a moment, nearly rubbing himself against her touch. She didn't say anything because she had absolutely no idea what to say when that was done – thanks for the orgasm just sounded so tacky – so instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his forehead in a kiss, him sinking a little against her.
And he seemed to sigh – almost sounding a mixture of content and relief – before his hands slid up her thighs and curled around her hips and he held on.
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