The elegant Victorian style cottage they had stumbled upon took Beth's breath away. She wasn't sure what to expect, from the outside as it was overgrown and covered in vines. The front and back door were inaccessible because of the overgrowth, they ended up having to go through a window. Once they made sure no one dead or alive was inhabiting the small cottage they took a moment to look around them. "Oh my God", Beth gasped, not bothering to lower her voice like she had been having to do out in the elements, exposed. "Have you ever seen anything like this in your life?" Daryl, his gaze still riveted to the luxury of the small space, "Only in one of those stupid girly magazines" he replied with a grunt. From what he could see this was a perfect place for them to have a rest, if it was hard for them to get in that meant that walkers couldn't get in and if anyone else tried they would at least hear them. Beth walked into the only bedroom and plopped down on the soft bed, how long had it been since she had slept in a bed...the cot in the prison cell didn't count. She honestly had no idea how much time had passed since she was ripped from her home. No, she scolded herself , she wouldn't let her mind go there. She looked around and took the room in, it was gorgeous, all cool tones and thick carpet. The bathroom was as big as the bedroom, boasting a huge garden tub and long marble vanity. She turned back to the bed and smiled to herself realizing they would have to share it she couldn't help but giggle as she dove onto it and rolled across it twice before reaching the other side.
Daryl surveyed the cottage carefully taking in what they had and what they would need. There was a wood burning stove in the corner of the kitchen with a nice stack of wood beside it and next to it was a sink with an old fashioned hand pump, he made his way to the sink and furiously began pumping it. The water coming out at first was muddy and it slowly began to clear up, He sighed with relief as he knew how badly they needed this. Just to be able to breathe for a few days and not have to struggle for everything...even as something as simple as a drink of water. As he looked through the cabinets and realized there was enough food for at least a few days, he went to start a fire when he heard it. He went down the hall to find what in the world could have Beth giggling like a 5 year old. When he reached the door he froze in his tracks and just stood there unable to move or process thoughts. All he could see was her sprawled out, hair spilling over the side of the bed and happy. This was going to be too tempting having her here and in this type of setting no less. "Hey do you think you can put this party on hold so we can maybe clean up and eat and make sure we have everything we need to..you know...live through the night" he said it with a little more edge than he had meant but she was making him crazy with her soft smile and sweet laugh. She sat up and looked at him sheepishly, "I'm sorry I guess I got carried away thinking about being able to sleep in a real bed for a change." He opened his mouth to say something but quickly changed his mind as she brushed past him just barely touching him as she scooted out the door. The innocent contact sent him on full alert, he had to take a deep breath and reassure himself he could stay in control of his libido even though it was teetering on the edge of taking over his body.