So, finally - their date! I hope you enjoy it. It took me awhile to get through, changing my mind a few times about how I wanted it to go. I think what I finally decided on is suitable for this pairing (; Also, if you guys wanted, you can follow me on tumblr (vintagetidess) and we can talk Bethyl (; Anyways, enjoy the chapter!
Beth tried to gather her mind, her thoughts going a mile a minute. It was five o'clock, Daryl would be to her house in two hours for their date. Still, she hadn't picked out a dress nor tried to detangle her hair from its messy bun. She decided to spend the day cleaning, trying to keep her mind off Daryl.
She failed miserably. She found herself singing love songs while she scrubbed the floors, reciting poems while she dusted and dancing with the vacuum. But in this moment, Beth didn't feel like doing any of those activities.
Laid out on her bed were three dresses. When Daryl said something nice, she didn't know if he meant 'nice casual' or 'nice fancy.' Beth had a variety of dresses but decided on a red bodycon dress. It had an open back and long sleeves. It was one of her favorite dresses to go out in.
Beth slipped off her clothes, including her bra. She made sure to wear her sexiest underwear just in case the date led to something else. When she finally wrestled the dress onto her body she modeled it in front of her full-length mirror. She had to admit, it made her butt look good and her back looked elegant – or sexy.
Beth stepped into a pair of black peep-toe pumps showcasing her red toes. She then sat down in front of her vanity, letting her hair fall out of its bun. Her curling iron had been heating up already and started to tackle her hair. She ended up curling it in ringlets and pinning it to one side of her head so it cascaded over her right shoulder.
She was satisfied with the way she looked, but she almost forgot her makeup. Both times that she had run into Daryl, she had only been wearing a bit of mascara and lip gloss. It was no where near as good as she could possibly look.
Twisting open the tube of lipstick, Beth swiped the bright red color onto her lips. Beth finished up her makeup, satisfied with the way her appearance had turned out. She glanced to the clock, seeing that it was now only ten minutes till seven. She hurried up, stuffing her lipstick, keys and other necessities into a small black leather clutch.
Not knowing what else to do, Beth paced in front of her front door. She had only been on a real date twice before with her last boyfriend Jimmy. That was only a high school fling and hadn't lasted long. Though, it was how she lost her virginity.
Lost in her thoughts, Beth hadn't noticed that Daryl had pulled into her driveway, park and saunter up to her doorstep. The doorbell half scared her to death, her curls bouncing with her fright. Beth opened the door, smiling at Daryl.
He was wearing a dark button down shirt, dark jeans and a black blazer over top. Just like she thought, he dressed up nice. It wasn't overly casual but it looked perfect on him. Her heart faltered in her chest at the sight of him. "You look beautiful, Beth," he said, smiling down at her. Before Beth could thank him, he started again. "Are you ready to go?" He asked.
Beth nodded. "Let me just get my jacket," she said, abandoning him at the door. Daryl stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to get a grip on himself. He nearly lost it when she opened the door, a breathless look on her face. Daryl felt the twitch in his groin again expect this time he felt like it was going to be much more.
She returned wearing a leather jacket. Daryl escorted her out of the house and opened the car door for her. She slid in, buckling her seatbelt as Daryl closed the door and got in his own side. "So," Beth started. "Where are you taking me to?" She asked, looking over at him.
Daryl smiled, backing out of her driveway. "It's a secret for now," he said. If we even get there… He wanted to say that to her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her long legs, her thighs, her breasts. He tore his thoughts away from her body, not wanting to cause an accident, or an erection.
Beth settled back against the seat, stretching out her legs. She wanted to ask him a million questions about his brother Merle and about working at the garage, but she decided against it. She wanted something to talk about at dinner – if that was what they were doing. Beth watched as they sped out of town towards Atlanta.
That was at least a twenty minute drive. Once again, Daryl kept the music off in the cab, only allowed silent shared glances between the two of them. "Are we actually going to dinner?" She asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
A smile spread across Daryl's lips. "Nothing ever slips by you, does it, Beth?" He drawled at her. "I told yah, it was a surprise." The rest of the time getting to their destination was spent teasing each other, smiling and soft blushes from Beth.
Soon enough, they rolled up in front of a grand building that read HALO over the entrance. "I've heard about this place!" Beth giggled from the passenger side seat. "I can't believe this is where we're going!" She said, looking at Daryl with disbelief. Daryl pulled around into the parking lot and threw the truck into park.
He slid out of the cab, opening Beth's door and helping her out of the cab. Daryl held out his arm for Beth to take hold of and she did so graciously. They went in through the open doors, Daryl nodding to the doorman. Beth wrinkled her brow, they seemed as if they knew each other. They stopped quickly for the doorman to wrap lime green wristbands around their wrists. "So this is HALO?" Beth asked, gazing around the club.
It was already in full-swing, the dance floor crowded and the bar lined with customers. The room pulsed with bright neon lights and other lighting equipment that changed color in time with the music that blasted throughout the club. "You like it?" Daryl asked, keeping her close. Beth nodded, still taking it everything around her.
Daryl escorted her up to the bar, the shorter side of the L-shaped bar, not before passing through a roped-off section. This side of the bar was reserved. "You made a reservation? But… how on such short notice?" Beth asked, confusion washing over her. It was just yesterday afternoon that she agreed to come here with him, how had he gotten a reservation this quickly? HALO was one of the most popular night clubs in Atlanta.
Daryl sat down on the round bar stool, helping Beth onto hers. She shrugged off her jacket, draping it across her lap. "I know the bartender," he said. "And the owner, they consider me a VIP," Daryl said, keeping his eyes on hers, but almost laughing. Beth nodded, so he had friends. She looked to the bartender, a tall Latina woman with dense curly hair. She was shaking a drink in the metal shaker. She wondered idly who the owner was. Before she could ask any more questions, Daryl flagged down his friend the bartender.
She smiled and nodded, pouring out the rest of the drink and serving it to her customer. "Hey, Daryl," she said, sauntering over to their section of the bar. She toweled off her hands, leaning against the wooden lip of the bar. "What can I get for yah?" She asked, looking between Beth and Daryl.
"I'll have the Godfather and she will have…" Daryl said, pointing to Beth.
"A Long Island Iced Tea, please," she said, also leaning one arm against the bar. Daryl rose his eyes but nodded to the bartender, slipping her the money. They both made small talk between the time that they had ordered their drinks and the time that the drinks were in their hands.
Beth sipped through the small straw that came with her drink. "Are you hungry?" Daryl asked, taking a sip from his drink. His did not come with a straw. Surprisingly, Beth wasn't even though they were meant to get dinner together. She shook her head. She was having too much fun to be hungry. "Then shall we dance?" He asked, throwing back the rest of his drink.
She nodded, doing the same to her own drink. She sucked down the rest of the liquid through the straw and then took his hand as he led her to the dance floor. Daryl pushed through the pocket of people and made ample room for the both of them to dance in.
Beth turned around, Daryl's hands on her hips as she backed up into him. She looked back to him as they swayed to the pumping music. She closed her eyes, just letting the moment burn into her memory. Beth turned in his arms, reaching up to wind her arms around his neck. She laughed, Daryl watching her. "Would it be inappropriate to kiss you right now?" He asked, still swaying to the music.
A blush burned Beth's cheeks, but she hoped he hadn't noticed in the ever-changing light of the nightclub. She shook her head, her heart pounding right out of her chest. Daryl leaned down, and Beth pushed onto her tiptoes, even though she was in sky high heels. His lips were warm as they crashed down upon hers. It was a long overdue kiss even if they knew each other only three days.
Beth pushed herself closer to Daryl as he wound his arms tighter across her back, fingers digging into the bar skin of her open dress. She let him delve his tongue into her mouth, flicking over her teeth. Beth had experienced many kisses before in her life, some good and some bad. But Daryl – he was beyond anything she could comprehend.
Their kisses were feverish, but as they forced their mouths open, they realized they were in the middle of a mob of people. Beth set back down on her heels and smiled, leaning her forehead against Daryl's. "Maybe we should go?" He swallowed, trying to keep his actions in check. He almost lost himself in Beth – which didn't sound like a bad idea to him.
Beth nodded, knowing that their night wasn't over after what they both just took part in. Daryl smirked down on her, letting go of her, but keeping one arm snaked around her back. They stopped back at the bar to retrieve Beth's jacket before ditching out of the club. The truck in view, Daryl couldn't help himself.
He dipped down, catching Beth's mouth on his again. He felt her gasp against him, but then relax, letting him gain access to her mouth again. Her hands were limp on his shoulders as Daryl continued to walk, until they slammed into the cab of the truck.
It didn't stop what they were doing. Daryl ground his hips into Beth's as his fingers wound into her hair. They only had one drink in them, but it was enough to make them yearn for each other. Daryl's hand fumbled for the door handle. He yanked the door open, leading Beth into the opening and pressing back against her again.
She slid onto the bench seat, her legs straddled around Daryl. She only pulled back for a half a second, looking into his lust-filled eyes. "Damn," she whispered. Your eyes, she wanted to finish, but couldn't seem to. Daryl's eyes were a deep blue, a shade that she had never seen before and she smiled, knowing that she had made him this way. "I want to," she whispered, fingers tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck. Daryl only answered with another heated kiss as they fell back against the seat, scooting farther into the cab before shutting the door closed.
So, as you guys could guess, the next chapter will be allllll smut (; We're going to see a darker side of Daryl next and a little sex kitten out of Beth. But it might take me awhile because smut is NOT my speciality. Review & maybe leave me a suggestion of something you want to see in the next chapter? Thanks for all your support in this story!