Chapter 2

Daryl waited the requisite amount of time she had given him before he ventured out of his seat.

"Wait three minutes and then meet me at the lavatory closest to the back of the plane." He had looked at her puzzingly before she got up from her seat.

Her answer was still buzzing in his ears. "I'm loud".

She was loud. That meant she was a screamer. He could just imagine her now and that was doing nothing to quash the enormous erection he was sporting at the moment. He would be lucky if no one noticed on his way to the bathroom and he get accused of masturbation in public. Of course he didn't know which was worse. That or being arrested for fucking in an airplane bathroom. There had to be laws against that right. He figured there had to be a law against what they were doing since it felt so damn sinful in the first place.

He reached the door and he knocked three times and cleared his throat. Like magic, the vacant sign clicked into place on the front of the lavatory and it opened just enough for him to slip inside. He glanced behind him and to his relief no one had seen him enter. When he entered the first thing he noticed was her lips. He couldn't help it, he was drawn to them and she was biting her lower lip as she sized him up and pulled him to her.

"That was the longest three minutes of my life." She said softly.

"You're telling me." He growled as he claimed her lips with his own. His tongue sought entrance through her already parting lips and that's when he knew she was ready. She was ready for this in every way and he didn't know how or why or when he had done something to deserve this moment but he was grateful. His hands sought out her hips and he hoisted her up onto the sink to make more room. In the process, he made damn sure her ass would remain exposed. He had a strong suspicion that she had removed whatever underwear she might have been wearing under the tiny slip of a dress she was wearing. He glanced down as he settled her upon the cold steel of the sink and wished his face was on the receiving end of that sweet ass. His eyes then met with her cleavage, it wasn't ample but it was enough for him to want the dress out of the way. He removed one hand from her hip and moved it up to the thin strap over her shoulder and moved it gently aside and replaced his fingers with his lips and she tilted her neck to the side. He spread fervent open mouthed kisses over the smooth column of her throat and spread the downward and in an animalistic gesture growled as he tugged the fabric downward, exposing one pink rosebud nipple. He flicked his tongue out experimentally and he felt her hands come up to the back of his head pulling him in. Like he'd really want to be anywhere else. Well there was one place he'd rather be. He would much rather be between her legs, lapping up her pussy juices. Another time, another place.

Right now he had to at least feel her wetness with something on his body even if it wasn't the part he most desired to touch her in that way. He wanted to bury himself in her to the hilt but first, he wanted to savor the small moments. Like this. When he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, the warmth emanating from her center and he groaned as he reached the apex of her thighs and met with no resistance at all. He had been right. She was commando under that dress.

"Where did ya put your panties?" Daryl growled in her ear as he traced his finger down her narrow little slit, only a smattering of hair at the top of her otherwise shaved pussy. He thought it fitting that she had a landing strip and here he was about to fuck her in an airplane bathroom. He gathered up moisture on the downsweep, just hovering on the outside of her entrance, teasing, taunting with his fingers.

"What makes ya think I was wearin' any?" Beth purred. She reached down and unzipped his pants then and he'd thought she'd never touch him but she went for him right away, her delicate fingers slipping beneath his boxers and taking him in her hand. She flicked her wrist and pulled back to look at him as she slyly grinned and she pumped her hand up and down over his cock like she was some goddamn expert at hand jobs.

"You're a little minx, ya know that?" It was a question that needed no answer because in her next breath she was moaning his name as his fingers hit home at the top of her pussy, seeking and finding that nub that would make her fall apart.

"I ain't got a condom." He wasn't worried about diseases just he wasn't ready to father a kid with a perfect stranger.

"I'm on the pill." She breathed. "Besides, I get the feeling you don't sleep around. Neither do I."

He grinned at her as he claimed her lips again and removed his hands from her long enough to push his pants down around his ankles. He reached up and pulled her flush with his body. He then reached between the and dragged the head of his throbbing cock over her entrance, once, twice, three times.

"Please Daryl." She whispered. Her voice was raspy. Needy.

"Please what baby girl?" He whispered right back, hearing the keening in her voice and he felt like a damn rock star for making her sound that way.

"Fuck me."

"Yes ma'am." With that he thrust his hips forward as he guided himself to her and holy fucking hell she was so tight and he thought his dick would burst at the very thought of the tightness let alone the exquisite feeling of the velvety friction of her pussy wrapped around his cock, warm and wet and inviting.

He reached between them and found her clit again and applied pressure as he pressed his lips to hers again. She writhed her hips against his hand as he buried himself to the hilt with each thrust and he could feel himself bottoming out.

"I'm gonna come. I can't." She looked at him her eyes pleading foor something. Permission he guessed. And who was he to deny her.

"Let go baby. I wanna hear you." He said it. He forgot that they were in an airplane bathroom. And holy Jesus then he felt it, her eyes literally rolled back in her head and she moaned so loud he figured the force of her orgasm would pull the plane right out of the sky.

And then he was hurtling after her and it was all he could do to hold on and he reached up and braced himself on the sink and buried his head in her neck. Her walls were still pulsating around his dick as he spilled himself deep inside her and in a few quick thrusts it was all over.

They were both panting and out of breath and the toilet took that moment to decide to flush and they both jumped, laughing.

He pulled back to look at her and leaned in to press his lips to hers in a soft, slow kiss. It felt so weird but so right.

They pulled apart and without saying a word they straightened themselves out. She leaned in and kissed him again before pulling the door open and he waited again before leaving just like he had moments before. He was back in his seat in moments and he couldn't believe what had just happened. They spent the rest of the plane ride holding hands and he leaned over and kissed her once and all too soon, their plane was descending and they were taxiing to their gate.

He had an inexplicable sadness wash over him but then Beth reached her hand out. "Give me your phone."

He fished it out of his pocket and his chest was pounding and aching with his heart beat so erratic.

She took the phone from him and punched a few buttons and handed it back to him. He was guessing her number was in there now. He smiled a little to himself before looking back at her.

When they parted ways, he hesitated for a minute before leaning in to kiss her. It was soft. Sweet. Light. Like her.

"I'll be talking to you soon, Daryl Dixon." Her voice was right beside his ear and then, she was gone.

Still he was humming out of tune as he walked outside to meet his brother Merle. The bastard had better not be late either, thought Daryl.

"Hey Darylina. How was the big ole state of Texas?" Merle drawled as he got into the car beside him.

Daryl mumbled something. He just wanted to be left alone really. To think. About Beth and he hoped like hell she was really serious about talking to him soon. He fished his phone out of his pocket about the time that a text came through. Beth. Her name had hearts around it and he had to smile at that. Her text was cryptic.

Beth: Check your back left pocket of your jeans. ; )

Daryl reached around and pulled out some kind of fabric, curious as to what the hell it could be and he nearly fell out of the car laughing because very clearly he had just figured out where her panties were. She had placed them in his back pocket. For the first time in his life he had a sex souvenir. Beth's red panties. Jesus would they fuel some thoughts.

"Whoo-whee looks like my baby brother found himself a girl. Tell me, Darylina. You a member of the mile high club now or what?" His brother guffawed and Daryl just grinned.

"Guess I am." Was his only reply.

Hope you guys liked it. ;) Let me know, k? Until next time, xoxoxo

PS – Please excuse any errors, I typed this up fast because I had to get this out. I needed to release some frustration. Haha.