Daryl carries her upstairs, nudging the door open with his boot, he sits Beth on the bed. He goes back to close the door, and braces it with a chair from the desk. Better safe than sorry. But when he turns and sees Beth sitting there waiting, he still isn't sure she won't change her mind.

He sets his cross bow down on the night stand, and takes off his jacket, throws it on the floor along with his shirt. Beth holds her hand out and he takes it, steps up to her with hesitation. She doesn't break eye contact as she reaches for his buckle, but he stops her, grasping her hands in his.

"Slow down." He tells her, taking her hands and pushing her back on the bed. He engulfs her small frame and crawls on top of her, pinning her down. She's arching her back, making their bodies connect as much as possible. He eases against her, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. Daryl kisses her softly, opening her mouth with his tongue. He lets her hands free as they kiss, his fingernails grazing her ribs as he pulls up her shirt over her head.

They kiss again, only now her hands are searching his waist, and his hips... He's getting hard, and she's noticing.

"Beth." He whispers, slowing her pace. "You sure about this?"

"Yes Daryl." She whispers out of breath, "Please." She begs, her eyes shine in the dark. "I know you've probably done this a lot, but I'll be good, I promise."

Daryl shakes his head.

"That's not what I'm worried about Beth. You wanna jump into this, I just don't want you to hate me for it later." All she does is smile.

"I would never hate you Daryl. No matter what." She lifts herself up and kisses him again, and it's enough to silence his doubts for now. She runs her hands through his hair, tugging on it while kissing him deeply. "I love you Daryl." She whispers.

He wanted to question whether it was the loss of her father, or the awkward position they'd been put in that made her feel this way. He doubted her, but her soft skin and warmth made him feel like the villain for questioning her intentions.

"I've never had anyone tell me that and mean it." He whispered. She makes him feel like anything is possible and it scared the hell out of him. He was hoping she wouldn't break his heart, or die before she could.

Beth tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

"We have each other now."

He can't think anymore, he just presses his lips to hers as hard as he can. He's grabbing her before she can say anything else, and pushes his hips against hers. Beth's legs wrap around him slowly, her hands hold on tightly to his muscled arms. Daryl kisses down her neck, pulling her bra strap down with his teeth. She stops moving underneath him, she's watching him kiss her chest and feels him reach around her to unhook her bra. He strips it off slowly, waiting for her to stop him as he pulls it off and tosses it on the bed.

She's being shy, trying to cover herself, so Daryl crushes his chest against her bare breasts. He kisses her hard, harder than they've kissed before. She meets his intensity, and he lets her undo his belt finally, and the button, the zipper...

Daryl wakes up, and he's naked snared under the covers against another naked body. A mess of blonde hair is matted against his cheek. He thinks about getting up to take a piss, but he can't wake Beth up. Instead he kisses her neck and closes his eyes to go back to sleep, until he hears the noises from outside.

To be continued...