Bethyl Drabble #3 (B)
Peeking out shyly from beneath her golden locks, an obvious red tint spreads across her cheeks as she continues to stare, almost unnervingly, at Daryl. Her fingers are twitchy and her heart is tightly wound around the fact that he is shirtless.
She watches him like a hawk, her eyes wide and unblinking; admiring the way his muscles ripple as he moves around the house. He doesn't know that she is awake, of course. A supressed groan of something threatens to escape her lips as she drinks in the sight of him and those abs.
Hot damn.
'Control yourself! You're not some animal in heat!' she scolds herself, but even then she does not stop looking at him. Her eyes silently trail the scars on his back and the temptation to brush her fingers over them is bubbling in her. Beth feels guilty for thinking all these things but she cannot control it. Another fantasy pops up in her mind and she allows it to play in her head like a movie while she watches…
"God, stop starin' at me, Beth. You're makin' me uncomfortable!" Daryl sighs, exasperated with the incessant stare directed at him. He hears a surprised 'eep!' before the sound of a body flailing around on the couch reaches his ears.
He grins in amusement before walking off to find his shirt that has mysteriously disappeared.
He does not even consider the possibility of Beth 'accidentally' taking his shirt and clumsily stuffing it in between the sofa cushions.
Hey, she needs some eye candy to look at too, right?
This is really short. Because it's a fast update. It'll be longer next chapter. Maybe. FLUFF IS JUST TOO POISONOUS.