Chapter 6
Delight
They decided to stay at the farmhouse today. Beth cooked rabbit stew, a favorite of both of theirs, which kept her in the kitchen. She made tea, and took two Advil. She was pretty sure her period was coming because she had a hormone headache, and felt weepy for no reason.
Daryl finished reinforcing the doors on the house and barn with large industrial metal latches. He skillfully constructed metal receptacles to lay perpendicular wood slats across the front and back doors from inside. The reinforcement would keep walkers out.
If people attacked, the extra security would give them more time to escape. The plan was if people broke in, Beth and Daryl would execute a routine they practiced. Daryl kept a rope ladder in the small second bathroom upstairs. The bathroom window opened on to an eave on the roof. He attached two fasteners to the eave to hold the rope ladder, so they could climb down quickly to the rear of the house.
From there, they would run to the barn where they hid the second vehicle. It was stocked with emergency provisions and one extra gun. They kept guns and knives on their persons at all times. The truck was parked in front of the house for a fast exit if they needed to leave through the front door. It also served as a blockade against walkers.
Daryl collected plenty of water for Beth to boil in batches this morning. They suspected the family fell ill from contaminated well water. So they boiled all water before using it.
Now, Daryl was busy making Beth a three foot spear to enable her to kill walkers from a safer distance. He took into account her small stature and made it lightweight but deadly. Daryl crafted the spear out of wood with a sharp metal arrow on the end.
Beth observed Daryl, "You're so industrious, working all the time, doing chores, keeping the gears turning around here. Thank you for my new spear. I love it."
"S'nothing," he answered deflecting the compliment.
Beth approached Daryl and took his face in her hands. She looked him in his beautiful blue eyes, and spoke sternly.
"It's something Daryl. It's not nothing. You're something Daryl, someone very special. I know because you're very special to me. And I'm not nothing."
She did not know where the passion came from to accost him, but now hot tears rolled down her face. She breathed in fits between her sobs. She put her arms around Daryl's waist while she cried, resting her face against his chest.
"S'okay," he said to her as held her in his arms, feeling her chest heave for air as she sobbed. They stood there for a while. Beth took slow deep breaths as she began to calm herself down.
"Beth, Beth what is it?" He asked her, taking her face in his hands, looking into her eyes, searching her face. Why was she was in pain? What was the matter? How he could stop her crying?
"It's you" she answered looking directly into his eyes. "It's you Daryl. It's you." She said concealing the three words she yearned to say, the words I love you.
They went to bed as usual that night, she in her nightgown in the master bedroom, he in his boxers in the boy's room.
He stared at the ceiling wondering what to do. He knew he was supposed to do something. He wondered if he could get a manual.
Cars came with manuals, long, complex, illustrated manuals. He thought women should too. Someone should write one. Damn guy would be rich he would sell so damn many copies!
"Damn girl," the voice in his head said to him. He felt helpless, not knowing what to do in this situation. He was in unknown terrain.
"Damn" he breathed out, turning over in bed, thinking, thinking ...
He knew Beth was desperately lonely. So was he. But for Daryl loneliness was the norm. After thirty nine years of it, the pain dulled. He didn't even recognize it as pain.
Beth gave love and received love easily. She developed normal human emotions. She had parents and siblings who loved her, and even two boyfriends, Jimmy and Zack.
Daryl cared for Beth. He knew he cared for Beth more than anyone in the world. He knew he developed deep feelings for her, but refrained from acting on them. Daryl never had a love relationship.
"So what are you gonna do about it you pussy?" He heard Merle's voice in his head.
"Fuck you Merle!"
But Merle was right in part. Daryl needed to summon the courage to tell Beth he cared about her, to show her in the way a man shows a woman.
UGH, sleep please come! He buried his face in the pillow wishing he could know what to do, and be able to do it. He turned over again. Go to sleep! he told himself.
Daryl slept a little later this morning as he was up tossing most of the night. When Daryl came down dressed, Beth was in the kitchen making biscuits and coffee. Cooking required some improvisation since they had no oven or stove. Beth managed to find little work arounds so she could prepare them a variety of tasty foods using the fireplace.
She greeted him with a beautiful, relaxed wide smile, the kind of smile that includes both eyes. Her eyes were bright and clear, and she was in a great humor this morning.
"The coffee smells great Beth," Daryl murmured trying to find his courage.
Beth used condensed milk to color the coffee, and added a lot of sugar to it. It tasted delicious with the biscuits and fruit jam.
"Let's finish our coffee on the sofa," Beth suggested. "Let's pretend it's Sunday, a day of rest. We seldom take a day off, and maybe we need a little down time."
Daryl sat at the end of the sofa, his legs outstretched, feet on the floor, right arm on the arm of the sofa. Beth sat next to him. He had to crane his neck back to see her face because she sat so close to him.
"How ya feelin?" She asked him.
"A'right," he answered.
"Sleep okay?" She asked.
"Not so much," he replied.
"Why not?" she asked, her body close to his.
"What r ya doin' Beth?" He tried to wiggle a few more inches of space between them on the sofa, but Beth didn't budge.
"Nothin."
"S'not nothin' Beth."
"I'm just sittin' here."
"Well, I don't have enough room, could you please move over some?"
"Alright," Beth said, moving a few feet away.
He looked in her loving, kind eyes. He couldn't hurt her any more.
"Beth, I wanna ask ya ta help me with somethin."
"What is it Daryl?"
"Well ya know I'm not real good at asking fer help."
"Yes, I know."
"But I'm tryin,"
"Continue," she said.
His mouth was dry and words would not come out. After all the buildup he had to do something. He took her hand. Her hand felt like hot lava in his.
"Show me, how to be with you." He moved in to kiss her gently on the lips.
Beth responded by kissing Daryl back, and wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. She climbed on his lap, maintaining the kiss, straddling him.
In seconds he was helping her lay down on the couch, and he lay over her, kissing her on the mouth. He was so strong and large compared to her.
They kissed passionately. He experienced feelings of rapture. His heart felt like someone had it in their hand, squeezing it. He couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure because his heart felt so constricted, and yet he was euphoric.
Emotions surged over him in a wave. He rode the wave, knowing the wave was in control and not he. He crested on top of the wave allowing it to lift him in the air, levitating him into a state of sheer bliss.
"So this is what love feels like," he said to himself.
Daryl kissed Beth passionately, barely allowing her to come up for air.
"Daryl, Daryl," she murmured into his mouth.
He lifted his mouth for a second, "what's wrong?"
"I need to breathe," she said jovially.
He smiled, slightly embarrassed, and then kissed her again.
He grinned broadly as he continued his passionate assault on her lips, giving her space to breathe, not pressing himself against her whole face.
They kissed with their whole mouths using their tongues and their lips while they held on to each others' faces.
Daryl was aware not to completely crush Beth with his body, resting some of his weight on his elbows as he lay on top of her on the couch.
His body was on fire. His erection was like a steel beam, stronger than he was, commanding his attention. It throbbed with each beat of his pulse. He ground his hips forcefully against Beth's tiny pelvis.
His body had a mind of its own, carrying him away. He obeyed its commands. He was not in charge, his passion was.
Daryl had not been sexual with a woman since the turn four years ago. While his mind sailed away into a reverie, Daryl's' body betrayed him, pursuing its release at any cost.
Oh God, Beth, Beth, I'm gonna...
Seconds before he came, Beth felt him gripping her arms so tightly that she was sure he left marks. He was in his own world, working his way toward his climax. She stared intently into his face smiling, enjoying the show, guiltily watching him, while he soared away.
His eyes were closed. He was not aware of her watching his face as he raced toward his peak.
"...Beth, I'm gonna cum."
With that, Daryl's body stiffened, suspended in the heavens, he climaxed. All time stopped.
Daryl collapsed on top of Beth relinquishing all weight, completely transported by his orgasm.
He lay there, spent. This was the release of all releases. He needed it. His breathing pattern became steady and even. He fell asleep.
Beth lay there joyous at the physical and emotional intimacy they shared. It was spontaneous. He initiated it, and it was uniquely Daryl. He was so adorable when carried away. She knew they would share each others bodies soon.
She felt aroused by Daryl's display of sexual passion, and knew she wanted to feel him inside her. She decided to invite him to sleep in her bed tonight.
Right now however, she was losing feeling in her leg. She had to get out from under him. She enjoyed the feeling of his weight on top of her, but her leg was going numb.
"Daryl" she spoke softly. "Daryl you have to get up, you're crushing me."
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