A/N Here we go. It's Saturday and sex and food is all they need right? Ok maybe not all, but pretty close. There's a little domesticity going on and some revelations and lots of half-dressed Bethyl! Enjoy! (P.S. thank you for taking the time to follow this little story and making me feel special!)
Saturday morning comes and Daryl's internal clock has him rolling over at 5:00 am or at least trying. There's a warm weight on his back and blonde curls tangled in his own hair resting on his shoulder. She must sense that he's awake or she felt him moving under her. He feels the warmth of her mouth on his shoulder blade. She's pressing kisses across his back and the sensation is making his cock stir.
"Daryl," she murmurs.
" 'Mmhmm" Reaching behind him he runs a hand up her thigh.
"I'm hungry… Could we?" Burying his face in his pillow he chuckles. Here he is ready for another round and she's hungry. "What's so funny?"
"Thought it might be something' else ya wanted."
"Mmmm, want that too," she breathes into his hair at the nape of his neck. "Food first."
X X X
After eggs and potatoes, she wraps her arms around him. She isn't wearing anything but one of his t-shirts and his cock has been hard since they got out of bed. While they cooked breakfast together she kept bumping into him or bending over and flashing him her ass. She's teasing him and he loves every second of it. He loves it so much in fact that he turns her around facing the island and leans into her, rubbing his hard cock against her ass and whispers in her ear.
"I'm gonna fuck ya right here Beth. Can't wait another second…" He slides a hand over her thigh and between her legs. She's so warm and wet and it's like another fantasy he never knew he had, her bent over the island in his kitchen, moaning his name with her pretty pink lips. But the realization that the condoms are in the bedroom has them racing each other in there and laughing on the bed. She pushes him back onto the tangle of bedsheets. Straddling his legs, she takes hold of his cock by the base and lowers herself slowly onto it. He's delirious with how fucking good this feels, not just physically, although that is amazing in and of itself, but all of it. Fucking her, falling asleep with her, waking up with the taste of her on his lips and the weight of her in his arms. Wanting to feed her, make sure she's comfortable and safe and all of the above. He's blown away by how much is involved in loving someone else. And how he never wants it to stop.
Three hours later they wake up hot and sweaty in each other's arms. It's after nine o'clock and the sun, even shining in the window, is already relentless. Once they're in the shower with the agreement that they'll keep their hands to themselves they plan out their day. Like a couple. Daryl will fix the wall and Beth will decide what they need from the store and they'll make a supply run.
This is what forever feels like too.
"Maybe I better do some laundry?" Beth's standing in front of the mirror toweling her hair dry.
"Don't need clothes." Daryl shakes his head and water flies everywhere. He likes the idea of being naked all day with Beth.
"Well we should probably wear something to the store, but I was thinking more about the sheets." Combing out her hair she glances at him in the mirror.
"Jus' gonna get 'em dirty later." He's taking a closer look at the crack on the wall and she slips her hand inside his towel and squeezes his ass.
"Half the fun is getting clean sheets dirty!" Beth giggles as his towel falls completely off.
"Ya wanna wash our sheets, go right ahead." He straightens up and pulls her close kissing her nose.
"I love you…" she whispers with those telltale sparkly eyes.
"None a them fuckin' happy tears." He swats her on the ass as she turns away. He watches her go and when she's in the bedroom he yells, "An unpack yer shit, I got a couple a empty drawers in the dresser." Smiling to himself he happens to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. For once he doesn't turn away or wrap himself in a towel. This is what she sees and she loves him. She wants him. He better start getting used to that.
X X X
The laundry is in the garage, off the kitchen- and like everything else, it is meticulously organized. Everything has a place. Besides the washer and dryer, there's a small deep freeze, and shelving with plastic storage containers. A wooden workbench that runs the length of one wall contains tools for what Beth thinks might be bolt making. There's also a large red toolbox on wheels and gardening equipment. Feeling a little weird for snooping, she finishes loading the washer, smiling when the familiar smell of Daryl's clean t-shirts comes wafting out of the detergent bottle. A map pinned to the wall above the workbench catches her eye. It's a map of Georgia and as she gets closer she can see lines and points drawn all over it in red pen. She's thinking it might be a map with hunting and fishing spots when the back door opens and startles her.
"Daryl you scared me!" She's caught red-handed, but she's trying to play it off, act nonchalant. That smirk he's wearing is proof she's not doing a very good job.
"Find everythin' ya need?" His eyes drift over to the washer and settle back on her.
"Oh yeah, um.." Fidgeting and looking anywhere but at him, she tightens the already tight lid on the detergent.
"So you scoping out my garage now?" Blushing hard she looks down at her feet.
"I wasn't, I wasn't being nosy or anything, I just-" She was being nosy. "I'm sorry Daryl." Glancing up at him she can't help but feel relieved at the look on his face. Eyebrows lifted and lips curled slightly at the ends.
"Ain't got nothin' ta hide. Jus' my tools and stuff. Buncha crap s'all." Scratching at his chin, he's squirming too. She turns back towards the map.
"Are these hunting spots?" His hands slide over the swell of her hips and rest there, thumbs making circles against the soft cotton of the t-shirt.
"Some. Jus' place's I like ta go- get away." She can tell by the tone of his voice he's sharing something he holds close to himself. Kind of like a secret.
"There are so many of them! Do you have to hike in? These here," she stretches as points to a place that's circled twice and feels his hands tighten on her waist, "there's not a road."
"Mmhmm. I like explorin', I 'unno." She leaned back into him relishing in the feel of his solid body behind her.
"I like that Daryl," she says and then with a little hesitation, "Maybe you could take me to some of them sometime. I mean if that's okay?" He's quiet for a few seconds, barely even breathing.
"Think you'd like that? Bein' in the woods, camping, and stuff?"
"I would. Especially with you." Actually, if she's being honest it doesn't matter where they are as long as they're together.
"Yeah Beth, I'll take ya," he whispers this into her hair and her neck making her shiver.
X X X
Finding Beth standing in front of the map of Georgia he'd drawn on in the garage isn't surprising at all. He knew she was out here snooping around and that doesn't bother him in the least. It's kind of endearing. But the way she's standing there looking at his map of places created a little flutter of nervousness in his stomach. It's just a map, marked with places he's been. Like he'd told her. He hadn't expected her to be so interested in it though. And she listened while he told her about it, paid attention, even saw little details that he'd hardly given thought to when he drew it.
She liked it, asked if he'd take her. Of course, he was gonna say yes because, well it's her. This map and the places on it are his. Even Merle just figures it's hunting spots. But Beth, girl took the time to really look and see what was there and then she asked him questions and instead of being uncomfortable, it made him feel good, so fucking good. How is it that he can be so much more when he's with her? He's not gonna worry about figuring out an answer to that question. Let it lie. If he thinks too hard about the good things he has he comes up with all kinds of reasons why he doesn't deserve them. He's already been there with her. It's a dead end. He can have her and they can have this relationship. And he's gonna take her to every place in Georgia that he's ever been. Because he wants to.
"Hey, got the wall fixed, wanna come see?"
He stands back and lets her inspect his work. She smiles up at him and it feels like every cell in his body is basking in the sun. Her. He could do this forever.
"It looks good, it really does, but you left some bumpy spots. I know you didn't miss those." Perceptive. That's his girl. He gives a little nod and slips his arms around her.
"Mmmhmm. Did it on purpose, wanted a little reminder." He murmurs, nose in her hair and he shivers at the little laugh that makes her tremble in his arms. The little things her body does to his body continue to amaze him.
"Well, Daryl you could pick me up and put me…" He knows exactly where she's going with this, he can hear the need in her voice.
"Girl that plaster's gotta dry!" he growls. Fuck! She's tugging on his earlobe with her teeth and that has a direct line to his cock. She knows that. She's learned his body and what to do to make it putty in her hands.
"Too bad.." Hot breath in his ear. "But we have stuff to do anyway- I made that list." Her voice drops a couple of octaves and turns into a moan as he slides his hands up over her ass, bringing the t-shirt with them.
"Where's yer fuckin' panties?" He forgot she wasn't wearing any, hadn't been all morning. Damn girl is determined to keep him horny all weekend. And she can too!
"Didn't need 'em.." she gasps as he slides one hand around to the front of her body and right down between her legs. She's warm and wet, stroking a finger up and down her slit he makes her squirm.
"We got time ya know if we just… the bed..." He's got a fistful of t-shirt and he's trying to pull it up and over her head, but with a little whine she squirms out of his arms and takes two steps back, her chest heaving.
"Nope. We made a plan. We're sticking to it. I'm just gonna-" He locks his eyes with hers and raises his fingers, shiny with her slick to his mouth. "Daryl! " He's gonna keep her horny all weekend too!
"Go get dressed, we got stuff ta do, member? And put some fuckin panties on!" Daryl leans in and kisses her, and as hard as it is, literally, to walk away from her, he does.
X X X
Standing in the produce section, contemplating green veggies, Beth looks down at the bag of avocados Daryl holds out to her.
"Green," he says completely serious. She bites her lip to keep herself from giggling. She'd told him in the truck on the way to the store that she wanted to make him some healthy green veggies to go with his venison.
"Daryl avocados are a fruit, not a vegetable." His brow furrows and again she wants to laugh. But she'll hold it in. She doesn't want to offend him. Reaching out she takes the avocados, setting them in the cart.
"How the hell are they a fruit?" he's mumbling to himself while she bags up broccoli and fresh green beans. Setting those in the cart with his avocados, she's reaching for the spinach when she feels his hand, warm and strong slide over her hip and pull her back against him. His other hand brushes her hair from her neck and shoulder and he leans in, nuzzling and presses a kiss there causing her to shiver.
"Daryl," she whimpers. That want from earlier never went away. And with the way, he kept looking at her in the truck she's pretty sure he's feeling the same yearning. But this. He's not one for public displays of affection. He'll hold her hand, rub her back, maybe put an arm around her, but his mouth on her neck and the hardness she feels up against her ass is not his usual behavior. Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye she glances over- Andrea. The blonde woman is standing there, just staring at them, not even trying to hide it. That explains everything.
"I want you so fuckin' bad Beth. Yer beautiful and yer mine," he breathes in her ear. She knows exactly what he's doing. And he's doing it for her. The fact that he's stepping out of his comfort zone, even though she no longer cares (much) what Andrea thinks, makes her heartache. And it's turning her on.
"I am, all yours Daryl. And I love you- but unless you're gonna fuck me right here in the produce aisle you better ease up baby." She makes sure it's loud enough that Andrea can hear it. And why not? Might as well make it good. The effect it has on Daryl is evident in the darkening of his eyes.
"Dammit, girl! Always tryin' ta one-up me," he growls at her and she laughs as she bags up the spinach. Andrea finally stopped staring and disappeared down another aisle. Beth slides her arms around his waist and hugs him, resting her head on his chest. They don't need any words. They continue on with her 'list' and Daryl adds a few things of his own. She's pushing the cart and he's trailing along behind her.
"I think we're done." She stops and looks back at him.
"Ya need anything else, for the house, anything for yerself?" He's scratching his head and looking down at the ground. A smile spreads across her face and makes her cheeks ache.
"Oh, I brought everything I need, I mean…" She gets the feeling that this is important to him. "But it would be nice to have some tea." His face breaks into a little smile. Which for Daryl is a big deal.
"Okay, c'mon, let's get you some tea and go home." Coming up beside her he takes ahold of the cart and she nudges him with her elbow.
"Thank you, Daryl."
"Mmmhmm." The little smile on his face says everything.
X X X
It's after 1 by the time they get out of the store. He liked watching her standing in front of the little boxes of tea and reading the labels, trying to decide which one she wanted. He had no idea that tea was so complicated. Or that there were so many kinds. She finally picked out a peach tea. And she was all smiles, acted like he bought her expensive jewelry or something.
"Ain't no big deal, jus' tea," he'd blushed at her kisses and the way she'd slipped her arm through his while they walked. But he'd liked it. Loved every minute of it.
Now she's convinced him to make one more stop promising him she'll be in and out and he won't regret it. He can't say no and she already has her phone out texting something with a smile on her face. He follows her directions and pulls into Tara's Place and leaves the truck running while she runs inside. Three minutes later she's on her way back to the truck and a breeze is blowing up her shirt that really shouldn't even be called a shirt since it hardly covers her stomach at all. And the long skirt she's wearing hugs her hips and as good as it looks he's gonna get it off of her as fast as he can when they get home. Reaching across the seat he pushes the passenger door open so she can climb in and then purposely leans across her to pull it shut fully intending to steal a kiss while he's there but a mouth-watering smell invades his senses and he eyes the white bag in her lap.
"Something smells damn good! Whatcha got in that bag?" Sitting up he puts the truck in reverse and backs out of the parking lot.
"Pizza bagels," she says smiling. "They smell heavenly don't they? Toldja you wouldn't regret it."
"Lemme see." Reaching for the bag he's rewarded with a slap on the hand. "Hey!"
"Just drive mister. You'll get some when we get home," Beth says rolling the top of the paper bag closed and shutting him down.
"Damn right I'ma get some when we get home," he mumbles. This has Beth dissolving into a fit of giggles and leaning up against him. And he thinks this is just another one of those perfect moments that seem to happen whenever she's around.
X X X
They sit together on the couch enjoying their pizza bagels. Watching Daryl's face as he eats and smiling at his over-exaggerated reactions and noises, she's happy he likes them so much. She had a feeling he would. And while she's staring at him she's not paying attention to her own bagel and a drop of pizza sauce falls onto her white shirt.
"Shoot!" She glances at him and with a little smirk she pulls the t-shirt over her head. In her skirt and bra, she hurries over to the sink to rinse the fabric off in cold water to prevent it from staining. She can feel his eyes on her, warming her from the inside out. Squeezing the water from the shirt she drapes it over the back of one of the chairs and heads over to the couch. He's still watching her, bagel in his hand halfway to his mouth. Picking up her own bagel, she settles in beside him.
"What?" she asks innocently. Daryl just shakes his head and in one bite finishes his bagel. He wipes his mouth on a napkin, crumples it up and tosses it in the paper bag. Raising his arm, she feels her breath catch as he drapes it across her shoulders.
"Go on, finish," he says huskily. That voice. It does things to her. Always does.
"I can't with you watching me." She feels the heat on her cheeks. He's regarding her with dark, lust filled eyes, his bedroom eyes. That's what she calls them in her head. This man does nothing but make her hot and all he has to do is rest his eyes on her.
"Jus' makin' sure ya don't drip nothin' else on yerself, might have ta help ya clean it up." He's daring her, she's fully aware of that fact and she takes him up on his unspoken dare letting another dollop of pizza sauce drip from her bagel and land on her chest. Daryl's eyes are glued to where it sits on the swell of her breast. Lowering his head she feels the rough of his tongue as he licks the sauce off her body. She shivers and goosebumps spread across her chest. Taking the bagel from her hand he sets it on the table then reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. Shimming it off she starts to reach for the waistband of her skirt.
"Leave it on." His voice is thick with want and she hesitates for a moment then reaches for his shirt. He helps her pull it over his head. Running her hands down his chest she rests her fingers on the fly of his jeans but he's up and struggling to get them off before she can even begin. She sits back and watches, amused at his haste. He slides a hand in one of the pockets and pulls out a telltale plastic square tossing it on the couch beside her.
"What's the rush?" She's admiring his shoulders, the way his hair brushes them as he takes off his jeans.
"Been teasing me all day girl! Not wearing any fuckin' panties, rubbin' up against me, smiling-"
"My smile turns you on?" She's kind of in awe of this, but she gets it. Sometimes the way he'll look at her makes her dizzy with how much she loves him, how much she wants him.
"Everythin' Beth, everything about ya." His voice is softer as he kicks his jeans off to the side of the couch and he's nude now, standing there in front of her. His body is lean and muscular and all its little imperfections of living life only add to how beautiful he is. Because in her eyes he's a beautiful man. The faded tattoo and sparse hair that's sprinkled on his chest, his dark flat nipples that harden like her's when he's turned on. The trail of dark hair that starts just below his bellybutton and continues down to where his cock is hard, the head flushed a dark pink. She's never taken the time to just admire him like this and though she senses his discomfort he stays where he is allowing her to see him.
"Enough a that now. Lay back for me." He kneels, one knee on the couch and leans down hands on either side of her head and he's hovering over her, hair hanging in his face. This is what she's been waiting for, someone who fills the place that she didn't realize needed filling. Maybe because it was Daryl's place and she never really knew that until she knew him. Reaching up she rests her palms on his scruffy cheeks.
"You're so perfect," she whispers this so as not to break the spell or whatever it is that's suddenly thick all around them.
"Uh uh, I ain't. 'S you, Beth," he's stubborn, begrudgingly accepts her compliments, he's learning though, "but maybe ya make me that way, kinda." He's blushing hard and she slides her fingers into his hair, pulling him down to her.
"Maybe it's us, maybe it's this. Kiss me, Daryl." She's breathless and he's already tugging up her skirt, letting his hands skim her thighs until the material is bunched up around her waist. He yanks off her panties while she slides the condom on. And then he's buried inside of her, his body flush with hers. She wants to arch her back, rub up against him but he's holding her down.
"I needed ta be inside ya, this ain't gonna last long baby, 's yer fault." That gravel in his voice and the way his muscles are taut under her fingers, he's on the edge. When he sticks two of his fingers in his mouth slicking them with saliva, sliding them between them and finding her swollen clit, she's right there too.
X X X
Somehow they make it into the bedroom and curl up in the tangle of sheets and blankets on the bed. She's using his belly for a pillow and he's running his fingers through the long strands of blonde hair that fan out across his chest. Post sex cuddles with Beth have become one of his favorite things. Crazy. She says he's perfect. Uh-uh. Not without her. He can entertain the idea that they are. Together. But he wasn't even close to perfect. Not before her.
"Daryl? Can I ask you a question?"
"Mmmhmm.." He's mesmerized by a lock of hair he's wound around his finger. It's hypnotizing, watching it slide off and fall against his chest and then twining it around his finger all over again. So he's caught off guard by her question.
"Was your childhood always hard? I mean was it ever, were there happy times? I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't even ask you that. You don't gotta answer Daryl," After blurting out the first part, she whispers the last part softly as she reaches for his hand and laces their fingers together. He isn't sure how to answer. Because no one has ever asked him those questions. No one ever really asked him anything and the ones that did were prying and only made things harder in the long run. But he wants to tell her. He didn't before, but now, now he does.
"Hard? I guess lookin' back it was. Didn't have enough money, didn't have much a nothin'. But when my momma was there, I think I was happy sometimes. I was jus'a kid didn' know any better." He feels Beth's hand tighten around his, knows her big old heart's breaking for him. It makes his chest ache in a way that's not totally unfamiliar anymore, he doesn't like that she hurts for him, not at all, but he keeps telling himself it's cause she loves him, it isn't pity or anything like that. She loves him and it's ok for her to feel how she feels. "My momma always sent me ta my room when she knew things was gonna get bad. Made me stay in there or made Merle take me to the shitty little trailer parks idea of a playground. I wasn' stupid though, knew what was goin' on, people talked, kids talked. School asked questions. I think I jus' decided I was gonna be as mean as my old man so everyone would leave me alone. Then I was alone. My momma died and Merle, he couldn' take no more. He left too. I don' think he thought my dad would raise a fist ta me. Never had up until then."
"But he did. He-" There's a catch in her voice and he tries not to look at the hand that she's wiping across her face.
"Figured it was my turn." That's the truth as he saw it back then.
"But it wasn't, it- why didn't you fight back, why didn't Merle?" This girl who's been loved, been cherished all her life, she'll never understand what it's like and he doesn't want her too.
"Would ya ever hit yer momma? Or yer daddy, Beth?" He asks her this and he's so fucking glad he doesn't have to see her face when he does. It's bad enough that he can feel her body tense up where it's touching his.
"No, I, no I wouldn't. But if they hurt me.." She sounds almost guilty. Sweet girl. He is so glad she was loved. Is loved. Cause he loves her more than he's ever loved anyone or anything.
"I was too little an' he was my dad, didn' matter what he did."
"It does matter." It does. He knows that but he can't change it. He is well aware of the fact that he bears more than physical scars, but he's also trying to keep it behind him.
" 'S over now. 'M jus' tryin' to put it all away."
"Okay." She shifts and rolls over, scoots up into his arms. "Daryl?" He almost wants to laugh at the innocence in her tone of voice, like a little kid asking too many questions. SInce he's decided to give her this now, and give it to himself, because it does feel good to share it with her, to just let it go in a way, he won't laugh.
"I'm gonna spend the rest of my life giving you happy memories." Her conviction puts a lump in his throat, but he swallows it back.
"That so?" Trailing a finger down her side, over each rib, he kisses the top of her head and feels her nod in affirmation. "Yer off ta a pretty good start." She's squirming under his fingers. He knows where she's ticklish. He feels her small hand wrap around his wrist and she moves his hand to her breast and he cups it, brushing a finger over the already hard nipple. She sighs and he rolls a little to get her under him. He never let go of her breast, is still rubbing the nipple with his finger and he leans down and kisses her. And she wraps her legs around him, rubbing herself against him sighing as she does so. It's easy, just to fall into this. He shifts a little, takes care of the condom and she's bucking up against him, throwing him off balance so his full weight is on top of her. Then it's a tangle of arms and legs as they both try to get a close as physically possible.
He never thought he'd have this. Never in a million years.
It's dark when Beth wakes up. The only light is from the moon, but it's bright and it's shining through the window and falling across Daryl where he's sprawled out across the bed. One arm is stretched out above his head, the other's tucked under his chin. His hair's a mess, it's in his face and she can see the rise and fall of his body as he breathes. He's making everything in her ache. He's so real there beside her and she really can see herself doing anything to make him happy for the rest of her life. Leaning against him she presses a kiss to his shoulder then his cheek, reaching up to brush the hair back from his face. It must have tickled cause he rubs his face in the pillow and looks over at her.
"Hey you, " she whispers. Turning on his side he pulls her into his arms and buries his face in her hair. He mumbles something and she giggles. "What'd you say?" Lifting his head and spitting the strands of blonde hair from his mouth he looks at her with sleepy eyes.
"I said I'm thinkin' yer hungry." His eyes search her face and there's a little smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"I never said-" But right then her stomach gives her away and Daryl laughs out loud.
"Toldja," he says rolling over onto his back. "Seen my shorts?"
"Uh uh, no clothes." Grabbing his hand she pulls on him. "Com'on."
They finish off the pizza bagels in the kitchen, the only light coming from candles that Daryl lit on the island. He feeds her bites and kisses her in between and when she goes to the fridge to grab a water bottle her body reacts to the cold air and Daryl abandons the pizza in favor of her hard nipples.
"Les' go back ta bed. What time is it anyway?" His fingers replace his mouth at her breast and he raises his head. Beth can see the glow of the green clock on the microwave above the stove. It's 11:30.
"Daryl I completely forgot that I agreed to go to dinner at my dad's tomorrow, I told Maggie before everything-" she stops talking at the expression on his face. He looks terrified. "Daryl, what's wrong?" She reaches for him but he backs away and heads towards the dark living room. The candlelight doesn't reach that far and he's just a shadow. When he steps back into the light he's wearing his sweats and his arms are crossed.
"I told yer daddy I wasn't gonna let anythin' happen to ya Beth. But it did, it-" She can see his face, the way the candlelight flickers on the deep creases of his sadness. She feels a wave of frustration, he's doing it again, taking on guilt that isn't his to carry.
"No Daryl, you came, you-"
"Barely, jus' barely and I shouldn' a let ya stay there-"
"Stop Daryl! Let this go. Don't- We," sighing she takes a couple of tentative steps towards him, "do you know what these past three days have been like for me? You gotta know, you've been here right beside me. I'm here now and nothing else matters okay? Just this." She's finally closed the distance between them and she sees the nod, barely perceptible, and the way his shoulders relax and his arms open to take her in and pull her close. Ok. He's not shutting her out.
X X X
He isn't gonna argue with her. He won't win anyway. He already knows that. But she isn't gonna change how he feels about what happened. Maybe he's stubborn and hanging onto just to torture himself. That sounds about right. He's gonna have some groveling to do tomorrow when he sees her daddy. The pizza bagels he ate are a rock in his gut. Holding her in his arms does lessen the blow a little, and it was kinda like a blow because he hasn't seen Hershel since their talk.
"I'll talk ta him, 'pologize. 'S jus', fuck he's yer daddy. I gotta do right by him." Yeah her body up against his, her naked warm body is doing things to him, making it impossible to be the old Daryl, the one that would walk away or close up. He's thinking that maybe it's her too. She's not gonna give up on him so he can't give up on her, on them.
"Fuck Beth, dinner with yer daddy." He shudders and she holds on tighter.
"Daryl, when did you talk to my daddy?" Beth asks. He remembers then that he never told her that her dad came into the shop, that they had a conversation that left him feeling like that special way Beth had of making people feel like they mattered, must have been a gift from her daddy. Cause he had it too. Instead of making Daryl feel like a piece of shit he actually made him feel good. Which makes this even harder.
"He came in ta the shop before when I was bein' a jackass." He doesn't expect her soft laughter. "Whatcha laughing for girl?" Leaning back she looks up at him, blue eyes sparkling.
"It's just, I went to the farm and told him what happened. I didn't want him hearing it from anyone else. I thought he'd be upset and he was but the thing that settled him made him okay with letting me go was he knew I was coming here, with you." He cups her face in his hands and rests his forehead against hers.
"Okay," he breathes. There's not much else he can do except go and do like he said. Talk to her daddy, apologize. Because he sure as hell isn't gonna lose her. Her arms are sliding around his neck and he lifts her up, hands under her ass, legs twined around his waist, his lips find hers and they make him wish he'd never put his sweats on. He wants to feel her against him with nothing between them.
"These sweats," she breathes into his mouth.
"I know."
Somehow they make it back to the bedroom even though he hasn't stopped kissing her. The moon moved and it's no longer shining in through the bedroom window. The room is dark, but they find the bed. Daryl manages to kick the sweats off and Beth remembers there's a condom on the bedside table and they don't even need a light. They don't need anything except what they can give each other now.
X X X
Sunday morning- Daryl groans and pulls the sheets over their heads when she whispers his name into the ear that's peeking out from strands of dark brown hair.
"Ain't gettin' up, 's too early. Ya hungry go get somethin' yerself." It's not a mean voice, it's more of a whiny 'don't make me do this' voice. Hoping to improve his mood Beth scoots down along his body until her cheek's brushing up against his thigh.
"Don't want food, want you." She makes sure to lean in close so he can feel her warm breath on his already semi-hard cock. She hears him suck in a breath and suddenly the sheets are gone and he's up on his elbows looking down his body at her. Positioning her body between his legs she runs her fingers along the soft skin of his inner thigh.
"Wha' the hell ya doing?" That whine is still there but it's deeper, huskier. She has a hold of him now, fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and she knows what she must look like curled up down there. She gazes up at him and blinks her big blue eyes.
"Oh, did you want me to stop?" Her lips skim the warm, satiny folds of skin where she's stroking him. A drip of precum glides down over her fingers. Then she moves back just a little and loosens her grip. Like lightning, his hand comes down and grips her wrist.
"No, no don'- god don't stop Beth." Smiling at him she settles back between his legs and squeezes his cock just enough to elicit a groan before she takes as much of him into her mouth as she can. The first time she did this to him it was quick and he made her stop. This time she doesn't plan on stopping. "Fuck, baby.." The hand that was on her wrist is in her hair now. She loves it when he does that, wraps her curls around his hand just tight enough so that it tugs her head back, yanks a few hairs lose in the process. He lets up on his grip so she can take him in her mouth again, slide down until she can't anymore. Breathing through her nose so she doesn't gag, eyes still wide and on him. She picks up the pace, goes a little faster to see what she can make him do. With her other hand she cups his balls, right now they're soft, but it won't be long, when he's close they'll pull in and tighten up. She knows his body and what to do with it. The feeling of control makes her own desire coil tightly in her belly. He shudders under her ministrations, his hand on her forehead, pushing her back gently. She raises her eyes to his. "Beth I'm close, I'm gonna…" Letting him slip from her mouth she licks her lips.
"You can, I wanna try... I've never done it, had a guy…" It's ridiculous trying to explain this right now with his cock in her hand and him on the verge of having an orgasm that she's giving him with her mouth. "I want you to come in my mouth, Daryl."
"Ya sure?" His voice is hoarse and he's gone still beneath her, but his eyes are dark. Instead of answering she leans over and swirls her tongue on the tip of his cock then takes him back in her mouth. Whatever control he had a second ago is gone, his hands are on her head holding her in place instead of pushing her away. She feels his cock in the back of her throat as his thrusts become more urgent.
"Fuck... Beth," he groans and falls back, his chest heaving, body tense as the orgasm rolls through it. When he comes it's not what she expected, she'd never let Jimmy or Zach finish in her mouth, she hadn't wanted them to, not like she did now, with Daryl. With her mouth still on him she feels his cock pulse and when he comes it's a spurt of warm liquid on her tongue. It's different, but it's not a bad thing. Especially with the way Daryl is focused on her. It's obvious he likes this, watching as he comes in her mouth. She doesn't expect it to be such a turn on for her and she can't help the little moan that slips from her mouth. She continues to swallow until he shudders and goes limp under her. Reaching down, he eases her up against his chest. Cupping her chin he tilts her face up and he leans in and she's hesitant at first because she isn't sure, this is all new for her.
"Wanna taste myself on your lips." Oh. When their lips meet and he pushes his tongue between her lips, licking the inside of her mouth she doesn't think she's ever experienced anything more erotic. Kissing him after he's gone down on her is good, amazing even, but this, this kiss and what she knows he's tasting on her lips, is incredibly hot. Pulling away just enough to breathe she sighs into his mouth,
"Oh my god. Daryl, that was-"
"Damn! I didn' know ya, how'd ya," He's speechless and she laughs breathlessly in his arms because it feels so good to know she is the reason he is currently incoherent.
"I don't know, I just, I wanted to make you feel good." A little shy and self-conscious now she tucks her head under his chin.
"Yer turn now, I gotta pay ya back for, fuck I never had a blowjob like that!" He's trying to roll her over but she sits up and presses her hand against his shoulders. Shaking her head, she licks her lips. She can still taste him and she's tempted to let him do whatever he wants to her. But it's not about that.
"Nope. That was all for you. I know you're not looking forward to going out to the farm, but you're gonna do it anyway, for me. And that means so much to me, Daryl. I just wanted to do something for you." Stay forever. There they are again. Those two words that somehow changed the dynamic of everything that's going on between them.
"Didn' have ta gimmie nothin', ya know that right?" Taking her hands from his shoulders he sits up and runs a finger over the curve of her cheek. "I ain't gonna be able ta look yer daddy in the eye now. An it's all yer fault!" He pulls her back down onto the bed with him, searching for her mouth, kissing her breathless.
The fact that they actually get out of bed is a miracle in and of itself. It's already 11:30 and Beth pushes Daryl towards the bathroom telling him to take a shower while she figures out what she's wearing. He's mumbling about her not coming with him while he tugs a pair of blue jeans out of his dresser drawer.
"Daryl Dixon if I get anywhere near your naked wet body it's gonna be all over!" That gets a smile out of him and even a little chuckle.
"Yeah?" He looks a little wicked like he's up to something so she just raises a pointed finger. Huffing out a breath he turns and stomps off while she giggles and wonders if he has an iron anywhere in the house.
X X X
He's still mulling over dinner at one in the afternoon and supper at five when Beth comes out into the kitchen. She's wearing cut offs, the same kind he's seen her in plenty of times, but her hair is up in a messy bun with some kind of braid all mixed in with blonde tendrils that flutter around her face. Her shirt keeps slipping off a shoulder and he thinks it's probably supposed to do that. It's the same blue as her eyes and he knows for a fact she isn't wearing a bra. The tell-tale straps aren't there. And she's beautiful, she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
"Beth you look real pretty." He kind of blurts it out and feels his cheeks flaming under her scrutiny. Sometimes she makes him tongue-tied. There's a faint blush on her cheeks too and she bites her bottom lip and looks up at him.
"Daryl… thank you." Her mouth tastes like mint toothpaste when he kisses her gently and he'd rather be tasting something else entirely, but right now he needs to behave and keep his damn dick in check. Grabbing his crotch he does some adjusting and takes her hand.
"Com'on girl, les' get goin'." He follows her out to the truck and holds her door open for her, smirking at how she kicks off her converse and tucks her feet up underneath her. And she's right in the middle of the seat, next to him. He hears the click of her seatbelt as he climbs in and puts the key in the ignition. She rests a small hand on his thigh and hums along to the radio as they drive through their sleepy little town. It's a warm Sunday afternoon and people are either inside enjoying AC or hanging out by a pool if they have one. Once they're out on the open road Daryl glances over at her.
"Need anything? Last gas station coming up." Taking one hand off the wheel he wraps it around her shoulders.
"I'm good." She flashes him that smile. "You?" But he just shakes his head. They drive along in silence for a few minutes before he asks her the question that's been on his mind all morning.
"This morning, was it okay? Ya said ya never did that, ya know…"
"Swallowed?" His throat clicks when he swallows. Shaking his head he tries to regain control of all of his faculties.
"Shit Beth! Ya gotta…" Taking a deep breath murmurs, "yeah."
"Yeah. It was- it was you. And I liked it a lot, Daryl." Well. Nodding he goes back to driving, but he can feel a smile fighting its way across his lips. He's never smiled so much in his life. But only for and because of her.
A/N I'd apologize for the word count and all the sex but I doubt anybody is complaining! Thanks so much for all the love you give me for this little story! I appreciate it more than you all will ever know!