A Destiny Chosen
This the prompt from day 6 of Bethyl Week 2014. "Northern Wind" by City and Colour.
You're the Northern Wind
Sending shivers down my spine
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
You don't know
What you do to me"
Daryl watched Beth as she crossed the room to him and he held his breath. Never had he seen her look more beautiful, her hair shimmering in the moonlight streaming through the bedroom window. Never had he seen the look in her eyes right now, all quiet hesitation warring with desire as they flitted his way where he waited sitting on the bed where he had just donned a clean pair of sweat pants she had managed to scavenge. She was good like that, always able to sift through debris and meaningless looking shit, memories of bygone days, to find the items they needed to survive another day.
The group had been on the road for several days, but it had seemed like weeks instead. It was just starting to warm up, the first hints of spring on the horizon after the longest bleakest winter they had had since the turn. Daryl had thought that the winter they had spent on the run after the farm had been overrun had been the worst but he was wrong. This past winter had tested every ounce of fortitude they all had managed to salvage from this world gone to shit.
From having to leave their prison home and losing their family, the days of desperation when it had seemed there was no reason to continue, fighting for their lives at Terminus, to their final relentless quest to find Beth again, it had been the longest darkest winter any of them could remember. Finally early this afternoon, not even three hours after they had left their previous camp in search of another place of shelter before continuing on to the Alexandria Safe Zone, they had stumbled upon this lodge, the Lazy S Ranch. It had evidently been some kind of golf and ski resort back before the turn, nestled in the gently rolling hills of the Blue Ridge Parkway. So far off the beaten path, it was completely untouched by their post apocalyptic world and rather than having that hollowed out feeling most places exuded, this one oozed warmth and comfort. Quite simply, it felt like coming home after a long and perilous journey, which Daryl knew that's exactly what they had just endured. The place had more than enough rooms and Beth and Daryl had glanced at each other as they had explored it looking for a place to rest for the night. That had been hours ago; after eating a hearty supper of canned stew and crackers and a can of those damned infernal peaches, they had all been able to take brief, albeit cold, showers as the place had its own water supply.
Daryl unconsciously licked ran his tongue over his lower lip, still tasting some of the peaches from supper and that started his thought train, wondering if Beth's lips were going to taste the same. Beth was a picture of ethereal beauty, her hair only still slightly damp from the shower and she was running her delicate fingers through the strands now attempting to tame them into some semblance of order. He loved that about her, loved the way her hair just refused to do her bidding and she was perpetually exasperated at its unruliness. Daryl reached beside him to the small brush that had tumbled out of her bag on the bed and went to hand it to her and then thought better of it.
He scooted backwards on the bed and slid his legs to the sides giving her ample room to sit. "Why don't ya let me brush it for ya," he said, his voice coming out much lower and gruffer than he had intended but holy shit, the things she did to him. He knew she was not completely guileless, but the way she walked to him, hips gently swaying above legs that went straight on to forever in the impossibly tiny shorts she had donned for sleep, left him breathless in anticipation.
She opened her mouth in surprise and her eyes flicked from his to the brush. "You sure you want to?" Beth asked, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and Daryl had to fight the urge to pull her against him and flip her over on the bed. He didn't know what it was about her biting her lower lip that did it to him, but every time she did he developed an itch to make her throw her head back and surrender to his lips.
So he just cleared his throat and shrugged non-commitally suddenly very aware of how it had sounded, him wanting to brush her hair out. Him, Daryl Dixon, brushing a girl's hair. Not just any girl. His girl. His Beth. That was how he had come to think of her and every day when he awakened with her in his arms, he marveled that he could have this. Could have her.
She grinned at him then. "You're so cute when you do that." She said as she turned, accepting his offer in her quiet way.
"Do what?" She positioned herself between his legs and nestled in between his legs, giving him enough room to work at the snarls and tangles. He gripped the brush in his hand, the coolness of the plastic a stark contrast to the heat coming out from his palms. He longed to run his hands over every surface of her body and he tried not to think too much on the fact that they were alone now. They had claimed a room for themselves on the top floor of the lodge and it had gone unspoken between them all afternoon and evening, the tension stretched between them, palpable and charged. Would this really be the night they could finally be alone? Together? When they could finally make this happen. Could really explore each other and let themselves feel it all, the rest of the world outside this room be damned? Because that's what he wanted and if the looks Beth had been sending him all day were any indication, it's what she wanted to.
He brought the brush up to her hair and worked the bristles into the strands, careful to hold his hand at the top so as to lessen the tension on the strands.
"When you shrug your shoulders and say 'I'unno", she shrugged her shoulders in imitation of him and he smirked behind her. She was so damned cute and he was reminded of an earlier time when she had called him out on his hesitant ways and inability to express himself. That night in the funeral home, the night of first tentative feelings being laid out, him feeling exposed and open, a little afraid, but ready to feel it all the same.
"Can't help it," he muttered, bringing the brush down in soft even strokes and mesmerized by the softness of the strands as they came to dry against his hand. "You just…." He let his voice trail off then. He didn't know how to put into words what she did to him. What she made him think. What she made him feel. What she made him want to do. Like that little peace of heaven on earth they had found in that funeral home. They could have stayed there. Could have stayed there forever. He was feeling it again now too. This lodge was its own little haven and up here on the top floor, all the others having chosen to stay on the lower levels, it was like they were all alone again.
Beth turned around, shifting her body so she was nestled between his legs and rearranged herself so her legs draped sideways over his. "I what?" Her eyes met his then and he knew that all pretense was over. She had sat down for him to brush her hair and sort through the perpetual unruliness. He knew that it was now time to sort through something entirely different, all this tension between them new but the same.
Beth reached up between them and ran her hands over his bare chest and dipped lower and lower, hovering above the waistband of his sweatpants and he held his breath as she skimmed fingers over him gently and he saw all the desire pent up in her eyes, but he saw something else too and it constricted his chest and stole his breath all at once and a shiver traveled up his spine. He looked at her then and noticed that the shirt she had on that nearly covered the top of her shorts was very familiar. "Hey is that my shirt you're wearin'?" he grinned at her as he brought his fingers up to the hem of it, toying with the seam, his thumb grazing the skin beneath and he took in a deep breath at the things it made him feel. It's the way it always was with her. He felt everything and when they were alone like this, he let himself sink into and get lost.
"Yep," she gave him a quick nod and grinned. "Nice try though. You're not gettin' off that easy. What is it that I do?" She challenged and skimmed her fingers lower still, her fingertips just beneath the waistband now and his cock twitched predictably in his pants.
"Girl, you don't know, yet?" He growled at her and brought his hand up to hers and he didn't know if he meant to stop her or move her hand lower, so overtaken he was with everything he was feeling for her. "what you do to me, my love," he whispered. He looked at her then and let her see it all. Just bared his soul. He would do that for no one else but Beth Greene. He was overtaken by a tenderness then and he shifted their bodies so he could lay her back against the bed, nestling her head on the pillow, her freshly brushed tresses fanned out around her head.
Beth sighed then. "You do the same to me too, ya know," she whispered. And he knew then that all pretense was over. This was it. This was the moment they had been drifting towards for weeks now. They had played and taunted one another every single stolen minute they could. He had brought her to orgasm that one time and since then they hadn't had another chance to be totally alone. Now that they had the chance he had thought he would be nervous but Beth had that way about her and the words she had just spoken calmed him.
"You sure you're ready for this, Beth?" He whispered from where he hovered, half his body hovered over hers as he just looked at her, peering into her eyes to find the assurance he needed. That she wanted this as bad as he did. Once they crossed this boundary he knew it would be forever changed. Hell it was changed already. They were helpless to this path they had wandered down and Daryl knew that there was no turning back now. The only thing that could stop him now was Beth herself saying that she had changed her mind.
He held his breath waiting for her answer and it seemed an eternity but she answered immediately, nodding her head fervently. "Daryl, I've never been more sure of anythin' in my life. I love you." Her voice came out as a whisper and hung between them, this promise, looking up at him her face full of hope and sultry anticipation.
"I love you too," it slipped from his lips easier now, just like breathing.
And with that, all talking was over. All but the most urgent whispers, "yes", "there", grunts and sighs the only sounds that punctuated the air in the room.
Daryl didn't waste time in preamble, just lowered his lips to hers hungrily, then tenderly, then hungrily again. His body and mind were at war. He wanted this to be slow and tender and he fought to regain control, kissing her slowly now, savoring the moment, letting every single negative thought slip away from his mind and concentrating on her, only her. Only Beth.
He moved his lips over hers and slipped his tongue expertly into her mouth. They had gotten really good at this, the kissing and had learned what each other liked, their lips exploring and tongues teasing, teeth nipping lightly and it was slow, sweet, tender. His hands started their journey as they did every time they were alone, and he marveled again at the softness of her, such a stark contrast from his own skin. Every plane of her body was a curve, a nuance he loved, and he let his lips travel over her jaw, pressing small kisses as his hands skimmed over her belly, his thumb tracing a circle over her navel where her shirt had ridden up and he suddenly wanted her completely naked beneath him. He pushed her shirt up and she sighed, breath blowing against his ear and he shivered, the sensation traveling over his body like a cold northern whispering down. She sat up briefly, long enough to pull her shirt over her head, her small round breasts springing free, just slightly jostling with the movement and he looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, as he skimmed his fingers lower, flicking his thumbs inside the waistband of her shorts and as he shimmied them down, Beth raising her hips quickly off the bed as he removed them, he went instantly hard realizing that she was not wearing any panties. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, laying beneath him, completely exposed. He eyes drank her in, the sight of her making him thirst and quenching it all at the same time; eyes gone dark, the blues barely visible against the black of her pupils, lips parted slightly, breasts heaving slightly as her breaths came in pants, the smooth alabaster of the soft flesh of her belly, the curve of her hip, her long shapely legs, and back up again to rest on the places his lips longed to taste, the soft tangle of curls inviting at the apex of her thighs.
He moved his eyes back to hers again. "Do you trust me?" he breathed and nodded resolutely, understanding dawning in her eyes.
"Open your legs for me, Beth." He whispered. She moaned at his words as he moved down over her body and she dropped her legs open, his hands never breaking contact with her skin, skimming every surface, applying light pressure as he went as he moved lower as he positioned himself between her legs. He looked down at her then, the hair over her sex glistening and he knew she was so wet. So wet for him. And he told her so and she gasped as he touched the inside of her thigh. It blew his mind that she was so sensitive to his touch and he could hardly wait to put his tongue to her and blow her mind as well.
His head positioned between her thighs, he watched as she gripped the sheets on the bed. He skimmed one hand up the inside of each thigh and pressed her legs even further apart, exposing her fully, the pink flesh inviting him in and as much as he wanted to do this slowly, he remembered it then. Remembered how she tasted the last time he had been this close and he just needed to repeat the experience. Like right fucking now and he moved his mouth down in one predatory move and flicked his tongue against her slit, delving deeper until the tip of his tongue found that already hardened nub. Beth gasped and cursed and he smiled against her lips, flicking his tongue over her again, because she was not given to such words coming out of her sweet mouth.
He moved his tongue back and forth in staccato movements and moved his hand up and slid one finger inside her hot, wet opening and marveled at the tightness there and his cock twitched against the mattress in anticipation. He traced his tongue up and down her narrow slit while he pumped his finger in and out of her mimicking what he wanted his cock to do, but he could wait. Right now, he wanted, no he needed to make her fall apart. He continued his onslaught, his finger working in and out and his tongue flicking maddening circles over her clit, applying just the amount of pressure and he heard her gasp and her hips bucked up off the bed as she brought her hands up to clutch the back of his head, her fingers weaving through his hair and gripping lightly and then tighter as she held his head in place, which was funny to him, because he was going anywhere. One final thrust of his finger and another flick of his tongue and she was spiraling over the edge, her orgasm gripping her and her hands gripping his head tighter and he had the thought to bring his other hand up to her hip and hold her down, rendering her helpless to feel it all. "Daryl!" she screamed his name once as her muscles quivered and jumped and jerked and he knew that he had never seen anything hotter than Beth Greene coming undone, her orgasm shattering her and his fingers putting her back together.
As she finally stopped shuddering her eyes opened and met his as he stood up and shucked his sweatpants, letting them drop to the floor and he watched her eyes go wide at the sight of him, his cock having sprung from his pants as they fell to the floor. He knew he was larger than average. "Don't worry baby, we'll go slow." He promised her, positioning himself above her and looking into her eyes.
"I know. I don't care," She breathed. "Daryl, that," Beth looked frustrated at her lack of words and he chuckled. Beth Greene, speechless. Now that was something to see.
Her face was flushed with pleasure. "Daryl that was amazing," she finally breathed and he pulled her against him as he kissed her, letting her taste herself and he ached to bury himself inside her but knew she needed a minute.
"Glad you liked it." He laughed again and he loved that she did this to him. Made him laugh. Made him smile. Made him happy.
"Liked it? I loved it!" she insisted and he loved that too. That she just told him everything. Beth held nothing back and the more he was with her, he was holding back less and less each day.
"Are you ready for what comes next?" he asked her propping himself up on his hands on either side of her head, looking down at her laid out so perfectly beneath him.
Beth moved her legs up to grip his hips and wrapped herself completely around him, jutting her hips upwards and his cock came to rest naturally against her heat. She nodded, "Daryl, I don't think I've ever been more ready for anythin' in my life," she whispered sweetly.
"Me too." Those were the only words he could manage and he slowly flexed his hips forward, his cock hard, pressing against her, meeting the tightness as he pressed deeper and deeper still and he knew the moment she felt it, him breaking through that last barrier between them and he forced himself to remain still, giving her time to adjust. As much as his primal side wanted to press deeper, his tenderness and love for her was much stronger and he waited, listening for her cue. Overcome with tenderness for her, he pressed a kiss to her lips then, softly, just the barest hint of a kiss. He was overwhelmed that she wanted him. Wanted him like this. Was giving herself to him so completely, never having done this with anyone else. She was giving him something she had never given anyone else and in a lot of ways he knew he was giving her the same thing. Parts of him he had never allowed himself to even feel let alone give them to someone like he did her. But he wanted to give it all over to her. Wanted her to own him and she did. She owned his heart and soul and he gladly gave it.
Beth whispered then, her voice small, sure and soft in the dark, "I'm okay Daryl" The statement became a request. It was a prayer. It was an oath and she shifted her hips and brought her hands up to wrap around each arm, gripping him tightly as she thrust her hips upward experimentally and they both groaned, their passion an echo to the other.
Daryl moved slowly at first, hips thrusting in and out and he brought his length out of her before slowly entering her again and starting the cycle over again until it became a steady, flowing rhythm, hips rotating slowly as he let himself fill her up completely and he buried his face into her neck and groaned at the exquisite tightness of her heat and he knew he wasn't going to last long despite the fact that he wanted to fuck her right into the mattress all night long.
Beth began to meet his movements, thrust for thrust and she gasped and her thighs clenched around him as her heels dug pleasantly into his ass, her fingers coming up to clasp behind his neck and he gathered her up in his arms, holding her close against him as he ground his hips into her and he felt it then, the slow build of tension in his core and he knew he was close. He continued his motions and buried his face in her neck and she gripped the back of his head as he felt it climb higher and higher then up his spine and he felt himself slip over that edge and had just enough presence of mind to pull himself out and felt it all, every muscle in his body quivering and clenching as he spilled himself onto her thigh. He groaned out the last few moments of his release and as he felt himself coming down, rearranged their bodies so he could face her. He needed to see her. Needed to see it in her eyes and hoped he would find what he hoped for.
Several minutes passed, their breathing finally returning to normal as she rested in his arms and then pulled back to look at him. "Wow." She breathed.
He chuckled then and closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to hers and thoroughly kissed her, the smell of sex hanging between them and it was a drug. The best kind of high. He propped himself on his elbow to gaze at her, her hair mussed, cheeks flushed and a sweet smile on her lips.
"Yeah, me too. God Beth. You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, looking into her eyes and finding it there. That hope. That endearing way about her that made him feel like nothing could ever touch them. Could never even come close to touching the way he felt about her.
"I love you." He said it then and it was rare that he was able to make himself say those words more than even once a day but he knew now that he was helpless to it. This love he felt for her was an infinity all its own.
"I love you too, Daryl. So much." They both sighed in unison and rested against each other.
"Maybe we can stay here," he said reminding both of them of another time he had uttered those words. She looked at him and grinned like she had been waiting for him to say something just like that. "Here in the lodge?" She said, her eyes teasing him then as she raised up on her arms, her fingers gripping his biceps and pinning him lightly down. "I don't know if anyone else would want to," she giggled.
He shook his head at her and gave her a wolfish grin. "Nope. Here in bed," he growled as he flipped her on her back and hovered over her again. "All day. Every day." She giggled again as he kissed her neck and lost himself in her scent, strawberries and sex.
He settled back down beside her and drew her into his arms, his fingers tracing light circles over the soft skin of her back. "Some day, Beth, we'll find a place. To just be. Together."
"I know. But we're together now. That's all that really matters," She whispered as she smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his lips, her eyes fluttering closed and he knew he had found his place in this world. The rest of the world had gone to shit outside but he didn't care. He had found his place beside this impossibly beautiful girl. Beth. His Beth. He was home.
HI everyone! Hope you all liked this chapter. I still have one prompt to do from day 7 of Bethyl week. I had to work all weekend so hope no one minds that it is delayed. I figured no one would ever complain of Bethyl prompts whether they come during our official week or not! So let me know what you think. Do I finish the prompt or leave it be? I will let you all decide. The next one technically would be "Something I Need" and I was thinking of it being a dual POV. Idk. Just a thought and I know I'm rambling. Thanks ever so much for the faithful reviews, follows, favorites, and recs! Y'all are absolutely fucking perfect just like Beth is to Daryl. Until next time, my loves, xoxoxoxoxo
