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She couldn't figure out the expression on his face, she had never seen him look like that. He looked vulnerable, scared and a little angry. He was still frozen in the doorway...not sure where to go or what to say which gave her a little bit of confidence. He was obviously conflicted, almost as if he was battling some internal war with himself. It was now or never, consequences be damned. It didn't matter what he did or didn't feel; living with this need, this want that he had set in her was slowly draining all her energy. He could barely comprehend if what he was seeing was real or if he was hallucinating when he saw her slowly slide from the bed, never breaking eye contact with him. When she finally closed the distance between them she watched her own hands as she slowly raised her arms to his, stroking the muscles there, her eyes locking with his. She saw the ice blue orbs go from concerned to confused to barely banked fire. "Beth" he said, his voice tight, "What are you doing?" She felt his body tense, her heart beginning to pump violently at what she was discovering. "I'm doing something that I should have months ago," she admitted. She eased her arms up further, twining them around his neck and fitting her body against his. Unhurriedly, she brought her mouth to his, teasing him before finally touching her lips to his. The kiss was sweet, setting a slow and sure burn through both of their bodies.
Daryl could not believe what was happening. Had he fallen asleep in that chair? God, he hoped not. Groaning, he dropped his hands to her hips and puller her closer to him. He felt himself harden, pushing against his now tight pants, as Beth unwittingly ground against him. He waited, letting her have the power, allowing her to deepen the kiss, drawing his tongue into her mouth. She was beyond anything his imagination ever created. Carefully, he moved one hand up her back and into her loose hair, gently pulling her head back, exposing her neck to his teeth and lips. He felt her tremble, heard her moan as he nipped and licked his way up and down her throat. "Oh, Daryl, I-oh, don't stop." The sound of her thick voice begging him to continue undid his tightly held reigns. Walking her back, he fell with her to the soft bed, his mouth never leaving her skin. He needed more, he thought almost frantically, had to feel more of Beth, more of the only woman he would ever love.
Beth gasped, groaned and wiggled underneath him. Her entire body was on fire, her need growing with each touch of his lips and hands. Desperate for the feel of his skin on hers, she yanked at his T-shirt , tearing it a little in her hurry to have him naked. The sound of his zipper erotically abrasive in the quiet heat of the room, he pulled her hands away, then the soft cotton she wore was whisked away. He had to explore the newly exposed skin as she was clad in only a pair of white French cut briefs. Daryl kissed his way down her now damp body with excruciating slowness then licked his way back up.
Beth's skin felt like hot silk, her labored breathing pushing Daryl further and further into his need to satisfy them both. Forgetting about the fucked up world they were trying to survive in and their age difference and all the other reasons this was a bad idea. Nothing that felt and tasted this good could be bad he told himself as he forged on. When she moved her hands back to his pants, he thought he might die. Now, he thought, now. He had to feel her completely nude, touching him, nothing between them. While Beth worked his pants off, Daryl peeled her panties down, both pieces of clothing landing together in a heap on the floor.
He grasped her face, forcing her to look into his eyes trying to convey to her what this was, what this meant, without words. She understood, of course she did, she always did. He captured her mouth in a heart bending kiss, twined his tongue with hers, his thrust gentle but frantic. He moved over her, carefully positioning himself. "I hate to hurt you-" he began on a ragged breath. "You'll only hurt me if you stop," she said, holding his gaze. Daryl groaned loudly, lowering his lips to hers with a violent tenderness that brought tears to her eyes. Quickly, he entered her, the pain swiftly cut through. He held still for a moment, coaxing her mouth to move under his as her body began to stretch to accommodate him. Carefully, he began to move his hips, sending exquisite shivers of unknown want zinging in her blood. Without thought, Beth began moving with him, her body matching his rhythm in the age old dance of sex and love.
Daryl couldn't touch her enough, couldn't taste her enough. Her body pulled his towards peak, his mind going blank with anything but her. Their pace increased, his blood jumping through his veins, his heart pounding. Their damp skins rubbed together, the friction simply adding to his increasing need. He was going over; he felt it like nothing he ever had. Desperate to have her with him, he grasped her hips and moved faster, harder, his tongue matching their mating. He heard her gasp, her cries caught in his, mouth, and he finally let go.
Beth lay with him, their bodies cooling and their hearts slowing. He held her curled to his chest, his hands absently playing with her hair. She shouldn't be nervous- not after what they just experienced together. But she was. She was afraid that what she had felt when they had made love wasn't mutual. He could tell she was starting to feel insecure and unsure of herself."Beth," Daryl said quietly, "We need to talk." he guessed that was the first time in his life he had ever said that too anyone, but this wasn't just anyone, this was Beth and he would make sure she felt safe and secure and he would give her as much as she wanted of himself. She had his heart and he would have to tell her or it would suffocate him, it was too much to keep in. Now he knew how powerful love was, he was loves bitch and didn't care one bit. Part of him was thankful Merle and his friends weren't gonna be around to see what an absolute idiot he was going to turn into. He was already imaging the things he wanted to do for her. Slowly propping up on her elbow she shyly looked at him and took a deep breath trying to gather the courage to tell him how she felt. "Daryl -" "Beth -" They both began together. Laughing at their blunder, the tension eased from them both. "You first," Daryl said, gently stroking her cheek. "Okay," she said, swallowing hard, "Daryl I-well, uh, what I want to say is Umm, it's just..." Daryl grinned at her stumbling, leaning up to softly kiss her lips. "What is it Beth?" he pushed. Turning her eyes to his flat stomach, she blurted out," I love you." She was met with silence and utter stillness. She was afraid she knew what was coming next and tried to stave it off. "It's okay if you don't love me," Beth said, "I know that some people would say that it's just infatuation. Maybe they're right. But Daryl right now, this minute, I love you. Well, actually, I've loved you for quite a while. Oh, no , I didn't mean to say that. Just forget I said that, alright."
Daryl chuckled to himself, watching the crown of her heard as she stared at his abs. Gently tugging on her hair, he pulled her eyes back to his. "Beth, don't you dare take that back." He watched as she stared at him, stunned. "What?" she asked quietly. "I said don't take it back. You just gave me your heart, and I being the selfish person I am, will not give it back. It's mind now. Just like my heart is yours." Beth blinked several times, her eyes showing confusion. She expected so many responses from him but not this...never this; she never thought he would easily admit his feelings. "Beth" he cupped her face, pulled in for a soft kiss, then continued. "I love you, I don't know when or where it happened, and frankly I don't care. All I know is, I love you, and I'm saturated with it." Beth's face bloomed into a radiant smile, her eyes beginning to glow with what was to come for them. He was beginning to get lost in the feel of her naked body against his. "Maybe we can talk more about this later" Beth said, scraping his jaw line with her teeth, "we'll talk about it tomorrow." "Not only do I love you, I love the way you think, Beth Greene," he said on a groan as her rolled her underneath him, he would give her every part of him for as long as they could stay alive. Who would have thought it would take an apocalypse to bring love into his heart, it was the best thing in his life and he would never let it go as long as he had breath in him.
The End.