Chapter 9
"Whut happened?" said Daryl, carefully gesturing to the marks on Beth's ribs. Despite his arousal he noticed once again that she had a steely determination in her eyes. "I was on the farm, I was too young to know barbed wire was dangerous… It's okay, really, I can barely remember it." She shrugged. "Ain't never bothered you?" Daryl rasped. "I- kinda had a little trouble at school, from the popular girls, I couldn't exactly change for gym…" came her reply. This knowledge made him angry. "Douchebags." He grumbled.
Beth smiled sadly. "I wasn't a prom queen, like you think, I was a loser, just some dork from a backwater farm who went to church every Sunday." She confessed, the strong sensation of her past self finally dripping away. "Well, I think you're…" Daryl began. "What? You think I'm what?" Beth enquired, cheeks blushing vibrantly red. "Beautiful…" he finished, looking thoroughly ashamed.
It had become difficult to face her without starin' or lookin' like a prick. 'Get your shit together and grow some fuckin' balls!' he swore to himself.
"C'mere." He tried again, holding out a big calloused hand. She touched his fingers and was pulled into the shower. It made her squeal loudly. "Man you look like you been in the wars." Daryl stated as he picked up a fallen bottle of shampoo that had rolled nearby. "Thanks!" Beth gasped in mock offense. "H-hey, what're you doin'?" she asked nervously.
Daryl threw away the towel which he'd been clutching and turned her around so that she was facing away from him. He began to wash her hair.
"Wh-what about yours?" Beth stammered, a deep tingling sensation running down her spine and filling her stomach. "You ain't touchin' mine." He warned, a hint of a smile in his voice. His hands were gentle in her hair, softly caressing her scalp. He heard Beth's breathing get deeper. Her palm touched his muscular thigh.
By now Daryl's mind was reeling, barely able to believe that she might want it, want him…
The slippery shampoo allowed his hands to slide to the base of her neck where he massaged the tense flesh. Beth moaned softly. Her nails dug into his skin. She could feel something warm and hard brushing against the bottom of her back. Her body ached almost painfully. "I want you to teach me." She said suddenly, voice shaking a little. "Teach you whut?" he replied, watching her turn to him and get down on her knees. "How to make you feel good." she whispered, the hot water pouring down her back.