A/N: Guys, guys guys! I really wasn't expecting you all to be so angry at Beth. That wasn't my intention! I thought I'd give you this chapter sooner in hopes that you'll calm down. She's in a very difficult situation – she hasn't seen Daryl in twenty years remember. Please bear with me. This is a Bethyl story, and so Bethyl is going to happen. In this chapter. Enjoy the smut.
A Case of the Blues: Chapter 7
"God, you smell nice," he whispered. "I've missed that smell. I've missed everything about you, little Ms Greene."
Beth smiled. His voice would be her undoing.
They were currently sat on the sofa in their cabin. She was in her pyjamas, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, topped off with bunny slippers. He had a button-down shirt and jeans on. His feet were bare.
She had told Jimmy that she was going for a hike overnight to clear her head. She couldn't shake the look of his face when she had told him, but she was glad he had accepted and didn't ask many questions.
She couldn't help but notice how Daryl kept sneaking glances at her engagement ring. It upset her, that an empty promise was attacking his mind. She fiddled with it, contemplating whether her next decision was going to be the best or worst one of her entire life.
"Are you jealous of my relationship with Jimmy?"
There was a pause. "So that's his name?"
Beth nodded. She bit the inside of her cheeks, feeling suddenly nervous.
"I'll admit, I am jealous. I'm jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip him to pieces-"
Beth slid it off her finger whilst he was talking and placed it into her pocket.
"What are you doing?" he asked, slight humour lining his voice.
"For tonight, I have no commitments." She waggled her fingers in the air.
They looked at each other then. Daryl smiled his crooked smile and let out a "phh", which in turn made Beth giggle.
"What's your favourite colour?" Beth suddenly blurted out.
"What?"
"What's your favourite colour? We've known each other for so long, but I know nothing about you. Tell me."
He paused for a moment, his head slightly tilted upwards as if he was thinking about his answer. "Green." He looked at her and smirked.
"Why?"
"Can't you figure it out yourself, Ms. Greene?"
She smiled. "Are you flirting with me, Mr Dixon?"
"Hmm," he grunted, flashing her a tiny grin which made her giggle again.
She was happy here.
Night began to fall. Daryl only stood up once to light some candles around the room. After a while he joined Beth underneath her fluffy blanket and he put his arm around her, holding her to him. He never wanted to leave.
She sighed against him. "I'll have to leave early," she said, frowning.
"Then we best make the most of what time we got," he whispered, leaning towards her. He pressed a chaste kiss on her hair, inhaling her scent.
She wasn't exactly sure when it happened, or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way. She leaned up to look at him. "Daryl?"
"Mhmm?"
"You know I'm falling deeper in love with you, right?" They both smiled. "Whatever you're doing to me, you gotta stop – I'm practically married," she teased, patting her pocket which held her engagement ring.
He began to feed her hair through his fingers. "I thought you said you had no commitments for tonight."
She giggled. "I'm falling in love with you. I am in love, and it's not with Jimmy, though I do care about him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for you is something different. Something better."
He sighed. "Sweetheart, what are ya tryin' to say? I don' wanna get in the way of yer life or anythin' like that," he said.
"Mr Dixon," she teased, a sultry tone to her voice, "I want to make the most of tonight, of this night, just in case it's our last."
He looked at her with nothing but need. He needed her, in all sense of the word.
"Also," she continued, "I want to leave Jimmy. But… I can't do it right now. I need time… I'm sorry."
Her shoulders sunk and her head drooped downwards, but he put his finger underneath her chin and lifted her face to look at him again.
"I will wait for you, Beth. It's not gonna be easy. It's goin' to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, every day."
She smiled at him, and her eyes flickered down to look at his lips, and back at his eyes again. They repeated the action. Their heads slowly began to move closer, each slightly tilting in opposite directions. Their mouths parted slowly, and finally, their lips touched.
They both sucked in a breath through their nose as their lips brushed against one another's, as if the kiss pulled the air out of their lungs. Beth's palm gently cupped Daryl's cheek while his fingers intertwined with her hair behind her neck as he held her in place and deepened the kiss. Their lips massaged against the others, with a passion neither had ever felt before.
After a few moments, Beth suddenly became extremely aware of the ring in her pocket; it almost felt as though it was burning a hole through her shorts. She pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his, sighing sadly.
"Open your eyes, baby. Look at me." He pressed his forehead down to meet hers, her eyelids fluttering open at his command. "Look at me and tell me you don't want it."
She peered up at him with unsteady breaths. "I'm looking," she breathed against him.
"Good. Because right now, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and make love to you until the sun comes up. Understand?"
She nodded, leaning in to kiss him again, but he put a finger to her lips and stopped her.
"However, I'm not goin' to rip your clothes off. Those pyjamas are pretty cute, wouldn't wanna ruin 'em" he smiled. She giggled, and instantly all of her nerves drained away as their lips touched again.
Daryl slowly began to lean over Beth, making her lay down against the sofa. He softly pressed his weight on top of her, his arms braced beside her. They continued to kiss, continued to roam each other's bodies like a hunter searching for its prey.
Beth fumbled with his shirt buttons but became frustrated. All of a sudden, Beth ripped Daryl's shirt open, buttons flying around the room. She smiled against his lips and shuddered as he growled.
She splayed her palms flat against his lower abdomen and slowly slid her palms over his muscular stomach, up and over his shoulders, successfully pushing his shirt off. His kiss suddenly became much more eager. Her feather light touches against his skin were making his breath hitch, and he decided that he could stay like this for the rest of his life.
He pressed his hips against hers and lowered his forehead, closing his eyes. Beth breathed heavily and hooked one leg around his waist, pushing him further towards him. He groaned inwardly and opened his eyes to meet hers. He ran his thumb along her jawline and began to tenderise her neck with his lips, growling as he went.
She felt like his prey, and she had submitted to him.
"You're so damn beautiful, Ms Greene," he whispered against her skin, causing goose bumps to arise. He continued to kiss lower and lower down her neck, along her collarbone and across her chest. He tugged at the bottom of her pyjama shirt, asking for permission. She complied, sitting up slightly to remove it. Lying back down, she instantly felt a tad embarrassed, but that thought dissolved with the sight of his eyes devouring her chest.
He lowered himself and pressed a chaste kiss in between her taut breasts. One hand was still bracing his weight beside her while his other one was beginning to roam along her abdomen. He teased her skin with his fingertips, making her lean her head backwards and mewl with pleasure. His lips slowly travelled to one side as he gently took one of her pert nipples into his mouth. He sucked gently, his other hand reaching her other breast which began to massage softly and slowly. A quiet moan escaped her lips which made Daryl grin slightly. He continued to massage but began to kiss lower down her stomach, creating a fiery trail across her skin. She lifted her head as she noticed him hungrily tugging at her pyjama shorts. She opens her mouth to speak but he stops her.
"Does he know you're here?" He whispers.
"No, I told him that-."
"Good."
At that, he yanked her shorts down and threw them across the room. His eyes never left her body. She watched as he breathed heavily – at least she wasn't the only nervous one. She sat up and began to tug at the waistband of his jeans. He shook his head at her, making her stick her bottom lip out. "Come on, it's my turn," she teased. A smile played at his lips, which was all the permission she needed.
She began to tenderly pop the button on his jeans, keeping eye contact with him. She pulled the zipper down torturously slow as she smiled. He growled and gripped her shoulders, pinning her back down against the sofa. He pushed his knee in between her thighs and brought his lips to her ear, his voice ghosting her skin.
"Don't tease me, baby girl," he whispered, gently nipping at her earlobe. She mewled, her skin prickling at his hot breath. He kissed down her stomach once again, purposely avoiding her sensitive areas as he kissed along her inner thighs. He breathed against her sweet spot, his breath forcing a moan to escape her lips. He ran his tongue along her lower abdomen, causing her to let out a small giggle, but she was cut off by a moan as he stuffed his hand down her panties and entered his finger into her suddenly. Her thighs fell open as his lips and tongue saturated her exposed chest with kisses.
"Atta girl," he whispered roughly.
He continued his slow rhythm, pushing his finger in and out of her slowly but sensually. She closed her eyes as she whimpered for him. She never wanted him to stop.
He pushed his finger deep inside of her and began to curl it, brushing against her sweet spot. Her body jerked and she bit back a moan. This man was doing more with his finger than anyone had ever done for her.
"You like that, sweetheart?" He breathed, continuing to curl his finger.
"Please," she begged.
"Please what, princess?"
"More," she pleaded, her body gyrating at his command. He entered a second finger, stretching her. He leaned his head towards her and pulled her panties aside, beginning to gently flick his tongue against her sweet spot; continuing to curl his fingers against her. She raked her fingers through his hair and gripped, wrapping her legs around his neck. This was perfection.
He continued his assault on her pussy, alternating between sucking and licking and nipping whilst keeping his fingers moving inside of her. She could feel a fire pooling in her lower abdomen. She pushed her hips up to meet him, attempting to get as much pleasure as possible.
"Daryl."
"Come for me, baby girl," he growled. His voice was all she needed. Her body began to move by its own accord, jerking and shattering beneath him. She released a breath she hadn't realised she was holding as she felt her heart pounding against her chest. She lay there, unable to move or speak. Finally, he removed his fingers and leaned over her, sucking her juices off himself.
"You taste so good, baby."
She smiled as he kissed her. She could taste herself on him, and somehow it filled her with even more arousal. He felt intoxicated by her as she began to fumble with his jeans again, attempting to pull them down. He helped her, effectively taking them off and throwing them somewhere in the room. She could see his erection pushing against his boxers. She swallowed, smiling up at him. He pulled them off too, discarding them on the floor.
"Wait, I want to do something for you first," Beth sat up and sunk to her knees on the wooden floor. Her tiny hands gripped his member and he growled, throwing his head back against the chair. She slid her hand up and down slowly, making him shudder. And suddenly he was engulfed in a wet heat. He gasped and looked down at her – her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked, pushing him further into her mouth. She looked up at him, causing him to feel dizzy. He rested his palm against the back of her head, resisting the urge to pull on her hair. She swallowed against him as she continued to bob her head up and down, sensually swirling her tongue around him. Suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore.
"I need to be inside of you, baby girl," he pleaded, lightly tugging on her hair.
She released him and licked her lips, reaching up to kiss him. He laid her back against the sofa as he rested himself above her. He pulled her panties down past her knees and over her feet, throwing them over his shoulder.
"You definitely okay with this?" He asked, suddenly concerned she would be full of regret. She put her hand on the back of his neck and forcefully pulled him in for a deep kiss – their tongues fighting for dominance. He groaned when she pulled away, but when he looked into her eyes, black bleeding into blue, he knew the answer.
He began to position himself at her entrance. She gripped onto his biceps as he slowly pushed inside of her, completely filling her. Both moaned in a harmonious symphony as he began to rock his body against hers.
Beth dug her nails into his arms as she leaned her head backwards, revealing skin that Daryl suddenly wanted to kiss. He delved his face into her neck and began to kiss and bite and suck as he continued to push himself inside of her. She thrust her hips against him, meeting him each time he pushed into her. Their rhythm was perfect: a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.
Her thighs were wrapped around his waist and their bodies were pressed together. This was so different to anything that either of them had experienced in their lives. This was making love.
"I want you sore, baby," he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward; forward. "Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine."
Her legs begin to quiver at his voice as she feels herself nearing her climax. His eyes are scrunched shut and his brow is furrowed – he was also close. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.
"Baby," she murmured, barely able to form words.
He understood, quickening his pace and brushing against her g-spot as he thrust himself inside her with a brutal force. Sweat glistened on his chest and her hair was sticking to her forehead. And suddenly, she was climaxing again.
Her body shook beneath his and her walls tightened against his member, pushing him over the edge alongside her. He pulled out as he emptied himself on her abdomen, growling her name.
He collapsed beside her, grabbing his ripped shirt to wipe her stomach. "You owe me a new shirt, Ms Greene."
She giggled as she lazily kissed him, smiling crazily. "I love you, Mr Dixon," she grinned, pulling him close.
"I love you too, baby girl." She smiled at his words, closing her eyes and enjoying the bliss silence that fell upon them.
"You know… Jimmy and I have never been this intimate before."
He shot up. "You were a virgin?" He asked suddenly, shock lining his voice.
She laughed. "Of course I wasn't a virgin, you dunce," she lightly hit his arm. "I mean we've never exactly made love. Not like that, at least."
He mouthed an "oh" and rested his head against her shoulder again. "Well, I'm glad I was 'yer first… Kinda," he laughed.
They fell asleep together on the couch that night; wrapped in a fluffy blanket, both naked as the day they were born. They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for twenty years in hibernation. They were no longer children. They'd both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They'd both subconsciously lost their way without the other.
Each had tried to find love with other people.
But all that was now finished.
A/N: Jeez.. That was SO difficult to write. Review, and tell me everything I did wrong. Please. I need it. Thank you.