A/N – Some slight sexy times. I'm terrible at smut so it's nothing great…

Bethyl Week – Day 2 – Counting Stars –

His hands ghosted over her skin, feeling the smoothness and heat under his calloused fingers.

"How did I manage to snag a woman like you, Beth?" he murmured against her stomach and her hands found his hair, tugging on it lightly to pull his attention to her eyes. She licked her lips and he instantly found himself moving up her body and kissing her. Her left hand played with the hair on his neck and he could feel the coolness of her rings, the same rings he had worked almost two years to pay for and had begged her father to permit him to put on her hand, against his skin. "You're stuck with me now, Mrs. Dixon," he growled out and she giggled.

"I can't imagine being with anyone else, Mr. Dixon. I love you." He let out a groan as she ran her hands down from his hair, over his open suit jacket and button up dress shirt, down his stomach to his dress pants, unfastening the button and easing the zipper down. "It's almost a shame to take you out of these clothes…you look so delicious in them…but I need you, Husband of mine." Daryl let out a growl as he kissed her hungrily before kissing down her neck, his hands roaming her naked body, his own wedding band glinting in the light. Her hands pushed his jacket and shirt off of him and he shook it off, throwing it to join her gorgeous wedding dress on the floor.

"I almost didn't want to take your dress offa you," he admitted into her skin. "So damn gorgeous. My wife. Beth Dixon…I'll never tire of hearing it." Daryl was drowning. Drowning in happiness and love. Drowning in the sight, feel, smell, and sounds of Beth Dixon, his new wife as of a couple hours ago. He felt like he was flying, his life finally settling into one he never knew he wanted. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He chanted between kisses and he moved down her body. She gasped as he nipped lightly on her flesh.

"I love you more than there are stars in the sky…" she moaned out.

"Should I start counting them?" he teased, glancing at the window and moving to get off of her. Her hands pulled him back to her.

"Don't you dare leave me." He chuckled as her hands pushed the last of his clothing off his body.

"I wouldn't dream of it."