Rating change! Let there be smut! Ya'll should know by now I can't go that long without putting it into a story.
It was almost silent in the cell block of the prison the group called home, save for the snores coming from Rick's cell, or the muted giggles coming from Maggie and Glenn's. If everyone else hadn't been sleeping, or too busy fooling around to notice, then they might have heard the heavy breathing, the muffled moans, or the creak of the unforgiving prison bunk bed coming from a certain hunter's own cell.
It was becoming more frequent, their night time meetings. At one time, it meant nothing. Daryl only blowing off steam, using it as a release. Beth was a blossoming young women who needed to get out her 'frustrations' some how, and she chose to do that by giving the archer her virginity...and then some. But now, neither of them could say without a doubt that it didn't mean something more than that. It was only natural, there were bound to be feelings involved if you kept that kind of relationship long enough, though neither would willingly admit that out loud. It didn't matter though, if anyone were to catch a glimpse of what was going on right now, late at night in the dark prison bunk, they would be able to see, clear as day, that there was something more between Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene, something more than just sex.
The passion between them made the frigid night air feel stale and sweltering, as Beth's shirt rode up higher on her torso, while Daryl left a sloppy trail of open mouthed kisses up to her chest. When his tongue reached the soft mounds of flesh, he yanked her shirt up higher, eager to rid it from her body. Beth got the hint and grabbed the hem, pulling it up over her head, further messing up the sticky curls on her head, and throwing it to the floor beside them. When met with the sight of her bare breasts, Daryl softly groaned, knowing he would never fully get used to being able to thoroughly appreciate such a beautiful body.
Beth's nails clawed up his naked back, practically purring like a cat in heat, as Daryl teased her nipples. Her fingers running over his scars gave him chills along his spine, but they were passed the point of him hiding them from her. She arched her back up into his face, silently begging for more. She knew, if they had all the time in the world, he would gladly suck and nip at the tender skin until they were chapped and raw. Unfortunately, time was a luxury they didn't have these days, and so Daryl, not one to waste any, moved his hand up from her hip, gently brushing his fingers over her smooth lower belly, making Beth's toes curl.
A gasp erupted from her mouth as his fingers crept underneath the waistband of her night shorts. His calloused fingers petted the blonde curls, slowly, almost achingly so, making their way to the intended destination. Dipping between her silky folds, he was met with the evidence of her arousal, feverish heat and a heavenly wetness. Using her juices to lube up his finger, he pushed one of his thick digits inside of her. The response was immediate, Beth throwing her head back and her mouth dropping open, and he was fairly sure she was breathless for a moment.
He moved his finger in and out a few times before adding another, knowing by now she needed this in preparation for what was to come. He made sure to make that 'come hither' motion with his fingers, knowing it drove her wild. Old reliable seemed to work as Beth's hands left his back to grip the grimy sheets on either side of her.
When he felt like she had been stretched enough, he pulled his head off of her heaving bosom, sitting back on his feet. She looked stunningly beautiful, wearing nothin' but a pair of shorts, on his bed, illuminated by the moonlight.
His hands gripped the waistband of the thin shorts and started pulling them down, while Beth helped by shimmying her legs. When the fabric was hanging on one her ankles, Daryl couldn't help but dive right back in. Eagerly, his lips claimed hers.
While their tongues battled, Beth's tiny hands made their way down his broad chest, nails scratching down his abs, before being met with the button on his filthy pants. He bit his lip to suppress the groan that wanted to escape, not realizing exactly how painfully hard he was until just now. Quickly undoing it, she pulled them open, forcing the zipper down as well, and wrapped her hand around his rigid manhood, freeing it from the figurative denim prison, giving it a few quick pumps. Pre-cum was leaking, and Beth used her thumb to swirl it around his throbbing purple head. Feeling the searing heat of his heavy cock on her stomach was driving Beth insane, as she tried to nudge his body down, wanting to line him up with her entrance.
This time, it was Daryl who took the hint, as he scooched down just enough to rub the tip of his dick up and down her slit, gathering her juices just before pushing into her tight hole. The first thrust was always slow, but much to his disbelief, Daryl had learned that Beth was not a gentle lover. So when he was fully seated inside of her, he pulled right back out before slamming in again, holding nothing back. He also knew her well enough to throw a hand over her mouth to cover up the yelp that he knew would come out.
Her eyes twinkled with fire, loving the feeling of his hand muffling her screams while he pumped in and out of her, unrelenting in power and speed. She was sure there would be bruises on her thighs the next morning, and that thought only made her wetter. She wound her legs around him, ankles crossing, trying to pull him in even deeper, although knowing that wasn't possible. With each thrust, his cock pushed against that sweet spot inside of her, and the closeness of their bodies was providing exquisite friction to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.
Beth could tell Daryl was just as close to coming as she was, when the hand he kept over her mouth tightened it's hold, and his movements becoming more erratic. She knew though by now that he would never finish before she did. Such a gentleman.
He angled his head up so that his lips were brushing against her ear, and the sound of his panting was positively erotic. What she didn't expect was for him to speak in a rough whisper. "Cum for me, baby girl." That was enough to send Beth over the edge, plunging her body into intense toe curling pleasure. The way her pussy gripped his dick when she came was what pushed Daryl to find his own release, the velvety cavity milking him dry.
When he had nothing left to give, he collapsed on top of her and then rolled over onto his side. Both of them fought to steady their breathing and calm their racing hearts. Daryl put an arm around Beth and pulled her in against his chest, lightly pressing a kiss to the top of her head. No, this was definitely more than sex.
Beth awoke with a start, shooting up off the ripped up sleeping bag, in the middle of her temporary little 'camp' in an abandoned shack out in the middle of the woods. Sweat dripped down her face as she threw the cover off of her and pulled her knees up to her chest. She let her head hand between her legs, trying to will away the nauseous feeling bubbling up in her stomach.
"Sounded like a mighty fine dream there, sweetheart." She breathed in deep before looking up at Daryl, who looked content sitting up on the counter top in the kitchen. She wanted to slap the smug smile right off his face, and she almost did when he wiggled his eyebrows at her. At one point, she would have felt pride, seeing Daryl Dixon so at ease, laughing, enjoying life. Except now he wasn't enjoying life. He was dead, nothing more than a sick delusion.
"Go away." She mumbled, balling her hands up into fists so hard that her nails dug into her palms.
"You don't mean that, Beth." He spoke softly, but with a hint of cockiness, like he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling at all times. Maybe he did, as he was just a figment of her own demented imagination.
It was hard for her to try and force these images of him away, wanting nothing more to run to him and wrap her arms around him forever, but she knew that if she really did that, she would be met with nothing more than thin air. "You've been gone for almost a year now, Daryl. Why can't you just stay gone? It'd make things a hell of a lot easier on me."
"I can't stay gone, because you don't want me gone Beth. Only you can control that and you know it." It was a weird day, when Daryl became the voice of reason.
"I can't control the fact that I've gone full blown crazy." She threw her head back and looked at the ceiling, trying to stop the tears forming in her eyes from escaping. It was too much. Being alone, seeing the visions of her deceased lover, and trying to stay alive in a world full of walking corpses was getting to be a little too much for Beth to handle. The only reason that she kept going at this point, instead of opting out, was that she knew Daryl would have died for nothing.
"You ain't gone crazy, Beth. I think your mind is just a little fucked up." She glared at him for the harsh but well-meaning comment. "But in this world, I think everyone's mind is a little fucked up." Letting out a snort, she couldn't help but agree with that theory.
Deciding it was time to head out for the day, to hopefully find some more food, Beth got up and rolled up the sleeping bag. Tying a knot around it, she heard another one of Daryl's remarks. "That's some sloppy work there."
"Like it matters?" She huffed. Daryl held up his hands, once again in mock surrender. She continued to pack up what little belongings she had. When it was all bagged up, she was about to throw the bag over her shoulder before she suddenly set it back down. Opening up the pack, she dug around until she found what she had been looking for. Pulling out the black leather and shaking it out, she threw it on. She felt utterly ridiculous in Daryl's vest, as it dwarfed her tiny frame, but it was something that gave her just a little bit of comfort and a whole lot of confidence.
"Looks good on you." Beth shrugged on the backpack, the dangling sleeping bag hitting the backs of her legs. She knew Daryl was right and she should have tied it tighter and neater, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right once again.
"You always did think that." For the first time in a while, there was a glimmer of humor, and a little bit of mischief in her eyes. She headed for the door, and was going to turn around to say something else, but when she did, she found that Daryl had already 'left', just like he always did. She sighed, and headed out, hoping to put some of the skills he had taught her to use. Maybe she could bag a couple squirrels today.
The pessimist in her made her sigh. "Not fucking likely." She spoke to herself. Beth Greene's luck seemed to be running out, little by little, and she knew it wasn't going to be long until it was gone completely.
Obviously we don't fully understand Beth's feelings yet, and won't until we know what happened. But it is obvious that she's hurting and that she is angry. Let me know what you think and if I should still continue. Love you guys!