"Was it worth it?" Beth asked as she lifted her hand to push Daryl's shirt off his shoulders.
With a bit of maneuvering Beth managed to help Daryl into the back of the van and after looking over his injuries she wasn't sure if she could properly fix his broken bones. There were many times back at the prison she'd seen her father care for the wounded and also assisted in some cases, but actually having to do the job alone made her nervous. It made her doubt her knowledge and skills in the medical field even though she'd been around it her entire life.
"Ya know it wasn't..." Daryl mumbled, trying his best to sit up straight so she could continue to wrap his ribs.
"I locked it up inside the building...that way no one can run off with it. Figured if you risked your life for a stupid motorcycle it has to be pretty damn important." Beth wasn't trying to be mean and she didn't want him to feel any worse about the situation than he already did, but he needed to understand how much his poor decision affected her.
"Beth...I'm sorry alright?" Daryl sighed. "I know I fucked up...S'not gonna happen again." He really wished she would give him a break. She'd been riding his ass about the incident since she returned with the van and his mood was quickly turning sour. He couldn't even breath without his whole body hurting and the constant pain was only fueling his irritability.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Beth snapped, unable to control the stress she was feeling. Her hands started to shake and she swallowed hard to hold back her emotions while she dug around in her bag for a clip to tie off the end of the wrap. All she'd been able to think about since his attack was that man strangling him, slowly stealing his life away and it made her furious.
Daryl grabbed her elbow gently, sliding his hand down her forearm, across her wrist and over her fingertips. Curling his at the end to pull on hers and kiss the back of her hand, letting his lips glide across her knuckles. A silent plead of forgiveness.
"I can't lose you..." She whispered. "I know you think I can survive out there alone and take care of myself...but I just can't...you have to be there with me..." She let his hand go to wipe at her eyes, trying to hide away the tears that broke free. She tried so hard to stay strong for him, to not add to his worry or pain, but the fear she was feeling right then hit her like a ton of bricks. It made her suddenly realize just how much she truly loved him when she knew it would completely destroy her if he was no longer there.
Daryl frowned, his mood shifting to heartbreak at seeing her cry. There was no possible way he could promise to be around forever and even if they did survive and grow old together he'd still be leaving this life before her. The only thing he could guarantee while he still walked this earth, was to protect her, provide for her and love her with everything he had until his last breath. Even if a time came where her feelings changed and her heart desired someone better than the run down redneck he was, he'd still always love her and he'd be there for her any way he could to make sure she was happy.
"I ain't goin' anywhere sweetheart." He told her softly as he reached out to cup her cheek. "Least not for a long time." Pulling her closer he pressed his lips to hers gently. "And if something did happen ta me tomorrow, ya'd be alright...yer strong...I know ya'd pull through and make this world yer bitch." He said with a chuckle, earning him a mix between a sob and laugh from her as fresh tears flowed down her face. He carefully swiped his thumb over her cheek to brush them away and kissed her forehead. "Jesus Christ you've ruined me woman." He said with a dramatic sigh. She had turned him into a complete sap and he didn't even know how. He'd honestly never understand the power she had over him.
With a sniff Beth took his hand in hers again. "I love you." She told him, trying her best to smile through the frown still in her features.
"Love ya too." He replied, squeezing her hand.
After a minute of just sitting there, enjoying each others company, Beth finally let him go and grabbed a can of ravioli. She popped the top and handed it to him, along with a plastic fork while she went back to digging in her bag for the bottle of pain killers. "Here." She said, passing him two pills. "Eat that, then take these."
Daryl watched as she handed him the items and looked at her in question. "We sharin?" He wondered, holding up the can of food.
Beth shook her head. "I'm not hungry."
Daryl furrowed his brows. "We should of saved it then." He wasn't really hungry either.
"You need to eat before taking those so they don't upset your stomach." She told him and reached for a bottle of water.
With a sigh he shoveled some food in his mouth and forced down the mushy substance. "Ugh, can't wait ta eat some real food."
"Once you're better you can do all the hunting you want." Beth said with a smile, also tired of eating from their stash of canned goods.
Two Weeks Later...
Beth shifted, her heart hammering against her ribs as thunder echoed through the van and caused her to jerk awake. As if on instinct, Daryl's arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer so her back was against his chest.
"S'alright." He whispered, his voice still laced with sleep as he kissed her shoulder.
"Sorry." Beth apologized with a sigh. Hating that at the end of the world, with death around every corner, she still had a stupid fear of thunder storms and it was somewhat embarrassing. Daryl had to think she was wired wrong or something, to fear a sound over the real dangers they faced every day, but he never teased her about it, never question it and was always there to make her feel better when she found herself in that mild state of panic.
"Don't be." He said, kissing up her neck and across her jaw. His fingers dug into her hip when she moaned, sending a thrill down his spine. The last time they were able to be intimate was back at the storage units and Daryl had been having a hard time controlling his urges.
Every night she would strip down to a pair of her cute little panties and a shirt that clung to her perfect tight body in just the right way to make his imagination run wild. His injuries had severely limited their options in being physical over the past two weeks, but now that he was moving around in less pain, hunting and riding his bike without any problems he was ready to let himself enjoy his woman. Waking every morning rock hard and pressed against her ass was slowly torturing him and he wasn't about to let a perfect opportunity go to waste this time.
When she rocked her hips back against his arousal he knew her mind was in the same place as his. "Want somethin' sweetheart?" He asked, nipping just below her ear.
Beth shuddered with a nod and reached down to grab his hand at her waist, bringing it up to her lips to kiss his middle finger softly. She slowly swirled her tongue around the tip and took the whole thing in her mouth, sucking and teasing the digit. Her teeth raked over the skin as she found her way back up, almost letting him fall from her lips before sucking back down to where his finger met his hand again.
Daryl groaned into her neck. His eyes falling shut as the sensation went straight to his already throbbing cock. He never knew an action that simple could make him feel even more turned on. "I need ya so bad..." He breathed.
Beth grinned, biting down on his finger carefully before letting him go. She grabbed his wrist and tugged on his arm as she shifted to lay on her stomach. "Have me." She whispered.
Daryl went a bit weak at what she was implying when he ended up over top of her while she was face down. "Like this?" He swallowed, leaning his weight on a knee between her legs as he slid a hand down her back.
"Please?" Beth begged, arching her back and lifting her ass in the air as his hand traveled down her body.
Growling Daryl thrust against her, dipping his head to kiss the side of her neck while he reached between them to grab a hold of her panties. "Ya gonna make me lose control like this...Ain't gonna be gentle." He threatened, knowing he'd never intentionally hurt her, but once they got started there was a good chance he'd get lost in himself and wouldn't be able to hold back.
Beth rolled slightly to face him and wrapped her arm around his neck. "I need this just as much as you do." She said with a wicked smile that caused him to leaned down and claim her lips in a piercing kiss. He roughly jerked her panties off, sliding them down her legs and tossed them to the side.
When she broke the kiss and went to remove her shirt, Daryl placed his hand between her shoulders blades and pressed her down against the blanket to stop her. Moving his free hand over the back of her thigh lightly, leaving goosebumps in its wake, he took his time to tease the ache between her legs. Sliding his finger over her already slick folds to eventually circled around her clit, causing her to gasp. "Please don't tease me..." She begged.
Daryl removed his fingers from her sensitive nub with a moan and grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. She went willingly and managed to finally get her shirt off while he freed himself from his boxers. When she felt him at her entrance she leaned forward, reaching for her bag in the front seat.
Daryl's hands dug into the skin at her waist when she moved, thinking she was changing her mind. "What's wrong?" He asked, kissing the small of her back. The sound of plastic crinkling reached his ears and he lifted his head to see a condom in her hand.
Beth blushed as he met her eyes with a curious expression before taking the condom from her and tearing the wrapper with his teeth. He wasn't exactly sure when she managed to find the thing, but at the moment he was grateful. It was bad enough he feared losing control with her this way and forgetting to pull out once caught up in the act could be much worse.
After rolling on the condom Daryl drifted his hand up her spine lightly to rest on her shoulder. "Face forward." He ordered, his voice firm and husky.
Beth whimpered and turned her head, crying out when he suddenly thrust all the way inside her, making her elbows buckle.
He moved his hand from her shoulder to pull the rubber band from her hair as he set a steady pace. Watching as her long blonde curls flowed over her back, something he didn't get to see very often since she usually kept her hair pulled back in the Georgia heat. His fingers tangled in the strains and yanked on them to expose her beautiful pale neck. Unable to resist tasting her, her lowered his lips to her throat and sucked lightly, sliding his teeth along her skin to the crook of her neck where he darted his tongue out to lick back up her neck all the way to her jaw.
"Daryl..." Beth gasped, her legs shaking. Daryl's quick thrust didn't give her time to adjust to his size, only allowing him to go deeper this way and she found herself hissing in pain. It wasn't until she felt his hands on her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, that she started to finally feel more pleasure than discomfort and rocked her hips back against him.
"Fuck...don't move." He growled, letting her hair go to place both his hands at her hips to keep control of her movements. Slowing his thrust slightly to not lose his load just yet he leaned back, getting a better view of the way his throbbing cock slid in and out of her tight, dripping entrance.
"But I need you to touch me." Beth whined, moving her own hand to rub between her legs when she couldn't go without the contact any longer and shuddered around him.
"Shit." Daryl cursed, groaning loudly when he felt himself slipping. Her inner muscles tightened around him like a vice and he was having trouble holding back. Swatting her hand away, he replaced her fingers with his and massaged her clit gently while his orgasm broke through and consumed him, causing him to bite into the crook of her neck, sending her over the edge seconds later.
Cries of pleasure filled the van and Beth found herself panting, struggling to breathe while fighting to keep her arms steady enough to hold herself up right as the aftershocks rolled through her body. Daryl kissed her back lovingly as he slipped out of her and removed the condom, tossing it to the side to dispose of later. Right now he just wanted to hold his woman.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her to lay with him and kissed her forehead. "Love ya."
Beth smiled warmly, never getting tired of hearing those words. "Love you too." With a content sigh she cuddled against him and took a moment to bathe in the afterglow of their love making.
"What made ya decide to do it that way?" Daryl asked curiously, feeling her tense beside him.
Beth shrugged. "Something different, why? You didn't like it?"
Daryl sat up then, holding his ribs when he realized how sore he was. "Ya'd have ta be crazy ta not like that." He said with a grin, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Beth continued to lay, staring up into his piercing blue eyes. She lightly trailed a hand down his bare chest before speaking. "It feels different with the condom."
He gave her a nod. "Yeah, but its safer that way. Where'd ya find one anyhow?"
Blushing, Beth sat up, reaching in the front seat to grab her bag. She placed it beside her and leaned against the side of the van before pulling out the box of condoms. She tossed them into his lap. "Found them back at the storage units."
Daryl picked up the box to study it, then let his eyes drift down to her open bag where he caught a glimpse of a book he'd never seen her with. "What's that?" He asked, pointing to it.
Beth felt her face start to burn hot with embarrassment and tried to close the bag to keeps its contents hidden. "Nothing..." She replied weakly.
Daryl chuckled. "Now ya have ta show me."
Beth just shook her head and bit her lip.
"Come on." Daryl begged, moving so that he was on his knees, leaning over her. He dipped his head to kiss her softly while he tried to sneak his hand around and grab the bag without her knowing. She instantly took hold of his wrist and giggled against him, not at all falling for his trick.
"Alright, alright." She said, pushing him back with a nip. "Just don't...don't laugh."
"Ain't gonna laugh." Daryl promised and took the bag from her when she handed it to him.
Beth dropped her face into her palms when the strap left her fingers to hide her still flushed cheeks.
Daryl eagerly pulled the book out, his mouth quickly curling at the corners when he read the cover and started flipping through the pages. "Lookin' ta get creative sweetheart?" He teased, sliding his fingers over the words Kama Sutra when he closed it back.
Beth watched him through the cracks in her fingers and groaned at his question before removing her hands. "I just wanted to know how to please you...Was tired of being inexperienced and awkward..."
"Hey." Daryl said, tossing the book to the side to place a finger under her chin, making her meet his eyes. "Ya never been awkward." He informed her with a smile and gave her a sweet kiss.
"Will you..." Beth paused, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "Will you try some of them with me sometime?"
"Hell yes! As many as ya want." Grinning, Daryl slapped her on the ass and moved to get dressed.
Daryl sat down on an overturn log, poking at the fire to get a better flame for boiling water as he watched Beth from a distance. Her hair was still down from their morning tumble in the sheets and he loved how it flowed in the slight breeze, sending her golden locks in all directions, causing her to curse in frustration every time it got in her face. She'd bat it away, tossing the strands over her shoulder to continue with her sign until a new gust came through and started the same process all over again.
He was about to move and pull her hair back for her when the sound of stick snapping caught his attention and had him to his feet in an instant, bow at the ready. Molly was also on a alert, growling and creeping slowly in front of Daryl toward the direction of the noise when someone spoke.
"Beth?" The familiar voice of a female called out, making Daryl go stiff.