A/N Huge thanks to LolaRitaVida for all your lovely inspiring messages and just the best suggestion of what Daryl said to Beth. I think most people were thinking the same, but you described it in the most delicious way... I just had to use that line... thank you x

What Beth Greene Really Wanted From Daryl Dixon

Chapter 3

They were back inside her cell now, he wasn't quite sure how that had happened. He hadn't expected her to come and find him, not after she'd had time to think about it. All he'd been expecting was an awkward moment when she tried to explain why she wouldn't be able to see him again. That's all he ever expected. But that wasn't what was happening at all. She'd told him she did want to keep seeing him. She was even prepared to face her father and her sister just so she could be with him again. He had no idea why but he didn't care either. He'd wanted her for too long to question it.

He'd daydreamed about the beautiful blonde for months, ever since she'd been looking after Ass Kicker he supposed. He'd never have done anything about it, he might've been stupid but he wasn't that stupid. The daydreams were just something to fill the emptiness, get him through the lonely nights. The images of Beth that flooded his mind every time he wrapped his hand around himself and stroked himself to orgasm, how he saw her beautiful smiling face as release found him. He was sure last night would be just another one night stand, a thanks but no thanks, once she realised what a mistake she'd made.

"Tell me again... all those things yer gonna do to me" she had her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging at the hair at his nape as she panted out the words, her eyes wide, pupils blown, as though she needed to hear him say it more than she needed air to breathe.

Daryl had her sandwiched between his firm body and the closed door. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage and knew he must be able to feel it too, banging into his chest.

Being here now with Beth was different. Last night had been unexpected, mad, frantic, rushed, desperate even. It was as if they both thought if they slowed down it wouldn't be real. He didn't want this time to be like that, he wanted to take his time, really enjoy it, and now he knew she wanted him for more than just one night he could.

Beth had heard quite clearly the dirty words he'd whispered to her when the were on the landing. Her belly had flipped and she hadn't been able to hold back from groaning out loudly as the words fell from his lips. The arousal inside her intensifying, followed quickly by a gush of wetness between her legs, warming her thighs and coating her panties. She needed to hear him say it again, his deep sexy drawl smothering itself around the words. The erotic filthy words that threatened her with climax before he'd even touched her.

"I said…I'm gonna tongue fuck that sweet honey-drippin' pussy a yours 'til ya beggin' me ta let ya come… then I'm gonna do it again... and again… and then I'm gonna fuck ya slowly 'til yer comin' again" he murmured the words torturously slowly into the soft flesh of her throat, the vibrations dancing across her body, his warm breath heating her cool skin as it turned it to goose flesh.

It sounded even better than the first time she'd heard it. Her centre was aching, throbbing, her clit almost exploding each time she clenched her centre tight. She needed him inside her, his fingers, his cock, his tongue, she didn't care which, she just needed to feel him. He had her head swimming, her legs buckling, she just needed release, release like he'd given her last night.

She knew she'd come the moment he touched her, her clit was throbbing so hard she thought even the slightest friction from her jeans, the slightest vibration would take her over the edge. She didn't know if she dare move from the position he had her pinned in for fear of exploding.

"Daryl I'm so wet…I want you so bad… just fuck me" Beth was whispering, moaning into the hard muscle of his shoulder as she clung onto him with both hands.

He'd never had this effect on a woman before. To see how she needed him, how desperate she was for him, especially after the way she'd dominated him last night, was making him rock hard. He'd liked it when she took charge, he couldn't deny it, when her tiny body had overpowered him, he'd never been so aroused in his life before. But he liked it knowing what he could do to her, that he could break her down by words and thoughts alone. He'd never known that kind of power. He could fuck, he was good at that, the physical bit was the easy part. It was the rest he'd never been any good with, the emotional connection, the communication, but she got him, she understood him, made it easy.

His mouth started to caress her throat, her neck, the smallest kisses and touches barely brushing her skin. She was burning up, he was setting her alight, inside and out. She moaned, loudly, as she closed her eyes and let him continue, his tongue dragging and licking around her ear, down her neck, over the hollow at the base of her throat.

"Daryl… please. Touch me" she was desperate now, panting, chest heaving, her nails clawing across his scalp as she pulled at his hair.

He swung around, walking her backwards towards the bunk, his hands caressing her ass as he kissed her skin. His mouth found hers, his lips moving slowly and gently as his tongue snaked around inside her mouth, her moans disappearing into him as she rolled her tongue around his.

He started to undo her jeans, his hands tugging them down along with her panties, over her ass as he pushed her down onto the bed, pulling them off along with her boots. He parted her legs and knelt on the floor between them, his face level with her pussy. He placed his warm mouth on the soft skin of her thighs and trailed heated nips and kisses along the inside of them, his whiskers scratching, tickling as he travelled from her knees to her centre, until she couldn't take anymore.

"Daryl… please… do it…" she wasn't too proud to beg, her voice now dragging out the words in frustration.

"Tell me what ya want darlin'… what da ya want me ta do?" he spoke slowly again, his voice smiling. He was enjoying this maybe a little bit too much and couldn't help but smirk at her from under his trademark messy but sexy hair.

Her beautiful flushed face was looking back at him, her bright blue eyes begging him to touch her, to do the things his dirty words had promised.

"I wanna come… I want you to… use your tongue" she felt slightly embarrassed actually saying the words, but she'd reached the point where she was so far gone she would say anything.

He couldn't deny her any longer. He knew she was almost there and he wanted her to come. Quickly the first time. Then he'd take her there slowly, again and again, until he'd touched and seen and tasted every single part of her, until he couldn't hold out from being inside her any longer.

He pulled her body towards him, her ass almost off the edge of the bed now. He used his thumbs to open her up to him. It was the prettiest damn pussy he'd ever seen, tight, pink, wet and fucking perfect, just like the rest of Beth Greene. He stuck his tongue out and licked. The flat of his soft tongue slowly running the whole length of her pussy, dragging her sweet wetness over her folds before flicking over her clit as he reached the top. She gasped, catching her breath before she began moaning, over and over, balling her fists in the bed sheets knowing how close she was. He closed his mouth around her hard sensitive nub, suckling and gently licking. That was all she needed. She was coming.

He watched as she writhed around the bed, her body convulsing and shaking as she moaned something about sweet Jesus Christ, followed by something about needing to be fucked. He smirked at just how much the tables had turned since last night and how much he was going to enjoy this afternoon, locked away with Beth Greene.

When she'd stopped moving and her breathing wasn't laboured anymore he started again. He opened her legs further, spreading them apart as far as they would go, his hands holding the inside of her thighs, as he pushed them backwards, her feet now flat on the mattress. Her pussy now completely open and exposed and even wetter than before, her juices trickling down between her ass cheeks and spreading out onto her thighs. He thought how he'd never seen anything quite so tempting or quite so lovely in his whole damn life.

He carefully and expertly worked his tongue around her every slippery curve, every dip and hollow, her every fold in an attempt to memorise every last one of them, learn what made her moan loudest, what made her call his name and what sent her spiralling into orgasm. His tongue alternating between long soft slow licks and short quick hard flicks. He had to hold her down, grabbing a tighter hold of her thighs as she wriggled and writhed in front of him, her hips jerking and jumping around as she came. She was noisy, God she was noisy, moaning his name and panting as she pulled at his hair, holding him against her pussy as if she was afraid he was going to stop.

He wasn't going to, he'd hardly even started, his tongue carried on circling around her tight entrance, dipping inside her, urgently tongue fucking her, fast and deep then slow and shallow until he could feel her coming again, contracting around his tongue, the sudden flood of her arousal. She tasted so fucking good, like sweet sticky honey. She was utterly addictive; how she reacted, how she called his name, he was sure he could do this forever, or at least until his jaw seized up.

She was screaming now, calling his name, the Lords name, more cussing than he ever thought he'd hear from such a sweet mouth. He was so turned on. His cock was desperate for some attention, desperate to be released from the confines of his pants, but he knew he could get her off again, one last time if he carried straight on. At this moment he wanted it to be about her, he'd never given a woman this much pleasure before and he liked it.

He didn't give her time to recover, just continued to thrust his tongue in and out of her now swollen pussy as she groaned and thrashed around madly. His tongue twisting and curling inside her in the most delicious way. He moved one hand from her thigh to her clit, his fingers circling slowly and firmly until he knew she was rolling from one orgasm to the next. He lapped at her sweet honey-drippin' pussy one last time as her insides exploded in yet another mind blowing climax. She was no longer able to tell where one finished and the next began. No longer able even to remember her own name. If he didn't stop she thought she might just black out.

He pulled away from her, wiping his face with the bed sheet while running his tongue around his lips in an effort to clean up every last drop of her sweetness. He gently pulled her shaky legs down and found her hand, linking his fingers with hers as he watched her slowly come down from the high she'd been riding. There was no blaspheming this time, just a repetition of his name, fading slowly to silence as her mind and body returned to plateau, as sense returned to her. The room was filled with nothing now except their rhythmic shallow breathing.

"That what ya wanted, ya like that huh darlin'?" still knelt between her legs, he bent forward moving along her body, his hands roaming upwards across her stomach, cupping her breasts and tugging at her nipples through her clothing as he kissed around her ear. Beth just nodded madly as if all power of speech was still lost to her.

His erection was pressing hard between her legs now as she moved her hips around, her wet centre running the length of it over his pants.

She started to pull at his clothes, she couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside her. First his shirt, then his pants and boxers, thrown to the floor as he tore at her top, needing to see her again, her perfect pert breasts, her porcelain skin. Within seconds they were naked, his body firmly pressed into hers, her nipples rock hard against his chest, his cock like granite against her pussy.

She rocked her hips, slicking his erection with her arousal as the tables turned again and he became the one to groan. His face against her neck as he growled out her name into her soft flesh. He wanted inside her tight pretty pussy more than he'd ever wanted anything before.

She grabbed his shoulders, pushing him around and down as she rolled on top of him until she was sat straddling him, until they were back as they were when they had left it that morning.

"You want me to get rid of that for you?" her flushed face grinned down on him as she asked the same question, only this time expecting a different answer.

He grabbed her face and pulled her downwards, his mouth moving over hers as his tongue crushed into her. Her taste was on his lips, his tongue, invading her mouth as he kissed her passionately. It was more of a turn on than she ever thought it could be.

"I want you… now" she'd hardly panted the words out before she was slowly sliding down the length of his cock, guiding him inside until she couldn't take anymore.

She sat up, hands splayed out over his chest as she started to ride him, rocking slowly. His hands resting on her hips, pulling her back and forth as he slipped in and out of her vice like pussy, groaning even louder than he had before.

Beth was sure she was going to climax again, the feeling of him inside her was setting every nerve ending on fire. The movement, the stretching, the fullness, all inflaming the throb deep within her. Then he stopped her from moving, holding her still.

They stayed like this for a moment, him sheathed in her warm wet tightness, neither of them moving nor speaking. Just their shallow deep breaths filling the otherwise silent room again as their eyes locked together and held a silent conversation.

Beth realising that what was racing through her body wasn't anything to do with the rush she got from sex but everything to do with the rush she got from him. She was feeling something deeper, something exciting, something that made her heart flip. She might have started this because she wanted to know what sex with Daryl would be like, because he was hot and dangerous and unknown territory, but it was more than that now. There was a connection that she couldn't deny, something inside her that was drawing her to him. She wanted to care for him, make him feel wanted, take away some of the sadness that always seemed to haunt him. She wanted to give him what he was missing, she wanted to be his, completely.

Daryl couldn't explain these feelings he had towards her, they were more than just sexual. There was something about her that calmed him, understood him, saw into his soul and didn't care what darkness lived there. She made him feel like he wasn't alone, made him feel that he could have a future… with her. He was overwhelmed with a primal need to take care of her and keep her safe . He didn't know where these feelings had suddenly come from but he knew he wasn't going to ignore them, brush them aside like he would've done in the past. He didn't want to be scared of letting her in, of caring for her.

"Beth…" His voice was the softest she'd ever heard it. "Let me make love ta ya" he went quiet as his eyes searched hers for an answer, for some kind of acknowledgement that she was feeling the same, that she wanted the same.

And he found it. Her eyes were bright, wide, filled with an emotion he'd never seen before as she nodded slowly and lowered her lips onto his.

They spent the rest of the afternoon making love. He took his time, did slow, amazing, wicked things to her. Things that made her feel like she was flying. They stopped only to talk. Mostly it was Beth doing the talking and Daryl listening, watching her; her zest for life, her enthusiasm, the way she still saw beauty in everything.

"We need ta tell ya dad Beth, 'fore he finds out from someone else, if he don't already know" Daryl knew he had to bring it up, it wasn't just going to disappear.

He didn't want to think about anything else only her but knew as soon as they left this room again things would change. He wished they never had to leave her little room, it was their perfect sanctuary from everything that was still shit in the world. Where they could hide and just be together, not answering to anyone, pretend that nothing else existed.

But Hershel had to be told, he hadn't really spoken to Rick yet and he was sure Carol didn't know either.

He'd only ever thought of Carol as a sister, a really good friend, but he knew she'd wanted more from him. She'd made it clear a few times and he'd just brushed it off. He didn't know how she'd take this, he didn't want to hurt her but he didn't want Beth in an awkward position either. He didn't want people to be mean to her, say shit to her, she didn't deserve that. He couldn't give a damn what people said to him but he wanted to protect Beth from the hurtful things he knew would soon be flying around.

"I don't think he'll mind too much. I know he treats me like I'm his baby still but he only wants me to be happy. And you make me happy Daryl…" Beth looked at him and smiled, her eyes dancing and wide "He'll just have to accept that we're together now" Beth planted a kiss on Daryl's closed mouth. She didn't seem as bothered or as worried as Daryl did.

"So I make ya happy do I?" Daryl couldn't help but smile into her soft hair as he pulled her tighter to his chest, inhaling the perfect fresh and clean smell that was Beth "Still think he's gonna kick ma ass though"

"It's not daddy you need to worry about Daryl….Maggie on the other hand..." Beth started to chuckle, she knew she shouldn't but it all just seemed so stupid. With everything going on in the world, why did it matter where people found comfort?

She wasn't a child, okay she was a lot younger than Daryl but she was quite capable of making a decision. They treated her like an adult when they needed someone to be responsible for the kids, someone to teach them. When they needed someone to take care of the sick, or someone to cook and clean. They would just have to treat her like an adult now. She was gonna keep on seeing Daryl whatever they said.

They lay quiet for a while, Daryl wondering how his life could've changed so much in the space of a day, not really understanding how someone like Beth could even have the slightest interest in him. But feeling strangely happy that she did. Beth realising she didn't want to be on her own anymore, she wanted him with a passion that surprised her.

"Ya wanna go find him now? We need to do it, I still gotta talk to Rick and Carol"

Beth didn't answer, she was still curious about something else but didn't know if she should ask or if he'd get annoyed with her.

"Daryl can I ask you somethin'?... I know it ain't really any of my business but were you and Carol… you know, sleeping together?" Beth turned her head to look at Daryl even though she could feel herself starting to blush.

She needed to know, not that she would judge him, she had been sleeping with Zach after all. She just wanted to know if it would be awkward now between her and Carol.

"Nah, she's jus' a good friend is all… I think she wanted to but I jus' didn't see her like that"

"Oh... I hope she's okay with us then, I have to spend so much time with her I just don't want it to be awkward"

"I'll talk to her, she'll be fine with ya, I'll make sure she understands" Daryl placed a kiss on Beth's cheek as he let out a deep breath. He really hoped Carol would understand, for everyone's sakes.

"Anyway ya still ain't answered me, are we gonna go find ya daddy now?"

"We'll just lie here a bit longer first, I don't wanna move just yet. Then I promise we'll go tell him" Beth snuggled back into Daryl's chest, listening to the gentle thrum of his heartbeat, as she closed her eyes, allowing the calm, beautiful, peaceful moment to wash over them for as long as possible.

A/N Thanks for reading, please review and let me know what you think xx