... Chapter 65 ...
The cabin Daryl had chosen was not only the smallest of those available but also undeniably the dirtiest. Gathering what cleaning supplies she could find, Beth spent the afternoon scrubbing the entire thing from top to bottom in an exhaustive effort to make the place somewhat inhabitable. After dusting everything within arms reach, she then went on to wash all the windows and sweep the floor. The endeavor was draining but without a doubt worth it. She would be sharing the space with Daryl for the unforeseeable future and as such, she wanted it to feel like something of their own.
After shaking the dust from curtains outside, Beth turned her attention to the quandary that was the cabins sleeping arrangement. The small structure housed a decrepit set of bunkbeds and not much else... great for two strangers looking to sleep far apart from each other but not so good for her. She had been forced to sleep away from Daryl back at the claimer house in Butler and had only done so at his insistence. Nothing about it had done them any kind of good so she refused to do it again.
Beth pondered the dilemma for a moment before eventually deciding it best to just put both mattresses on the floor together side by side. The two of them had undoubtedly slept on worse and besides, Daryl wouldn't care. At least this way she could make the bed up properly and not have to traverse her way up onto the rickety top bunk in a poor attempt to put a sheet on it.
Convincing herself that it was the only viable option, she pulled the bare mattresses down off of their frames to have them land at her feet in a cloud of dust. She coughed back a smile as she hefted the heavy things to the center of the room. Everything about the project was coming together better than she thought it would and she took the moment to appreciate it. The entire day had been grueling and had pushed her to her limit but it had ended on such a positive note that she couldn't bring herself to look back on it with regret. All of her friends had survived to see another day despite the insurmountable odds stacked against them. Even more momentous was the fact that Daryl had told her that he loved her. The heartfelt sentiment had been something she had never expected to hear from him so for her, it was more than enough to smile about.
In the process of making the bed, Beth looked over when she heard a quiet knock on the door and wondered who it could possibly be this late in the day. Her stomach inadvertently tightened when she saw Maggie come in of her own accord and peer cautiously around. The two of them hadn't had a moment alone since the assault earlier that morning and by the look on her sister's face, she was clearly here to rectify that. For Beth, so much had happened since then that both the raid itself and its immediate aftermath felt like a million years ago. She supposed that wouldn't much matter to Maggie now that the dust had settled and everything was said and done. She would still have questions that would be needing some answers.
Her older sister hesitantly ventured into room, a basket full of blankets, candles and a few other miscellaneous items in her arms. She set the supplies down on the only table the small space had to offer.
"I guess you know now why none of us picked this cabin..." She said half jokingly as she waved a hand against the dust still floating in the air, "I don't think its been used in years."
Beth just stood there awkwardly for knowing that the small talk was a civil precursor of something bigger yet to come. All she could do is wait for it as her fingers tangled within themselves out of nervous habit. Maggie took a moment to look around once more, doing so as though she hadn't just voluntarily mentioned that she had already seen the interior of the cabin before. The younger of the two could only cringe internally when she happened to notice the two beds pushed together on the hard wood floor. Her sister took a deep breath, seeming to need it in order to process the connotations of such a thing. As if suddenly realizing that whatever she had previously assumed was in actuality so much more, her eyes widened in surprise.
"Wait..." She started, "Are you and Daryl..."
"I don't want to hear it." Beth interrupted, deciding that the best offense was an unwavering defense. She had gone through too much to be lectured now by someone who was doing the exact same thing. "You wanted to know what had changed about me and now you know."
Maggie gave an exasperated huff, seemingly at a loss in the face of her younger sister's adamance. "You can't seriously expect me not to say something!"
"I can and I do. You're my sister... not my mother!"
Although the words were spoken more harshly than she intended, the sentiment behind them remained. Maggie was just staring at her in disbelief. Upon seeing the damage she had just unwittingly inflicted, Beth reigned herself back accordingly.
"Look... this wasn't the way I wanted you to find out but that doesn't change a thing," She said in a much more neutral tone of voice. "I've been with Daryl since the prison fell... is it really so farfetched to believe that something more could happen between us? During that time, the man has saved my life more times than I care to remember. He's risked it all and then some to keep me safe... even when I made it more difficult for him than it needed to be. I trust him more than I do anyone but you. What possible reason can you come up with to not want that for me?"
The sincerity within the question couldn't be denied and upon hearing it, Maggie threw her hands up into the air, "I do want that for you... I want all that and more! But there's obviously more going on here than you led me to believe! As much as I should be appreciating everything he's done for you, how am I supposed to look at... that... and not think that he took advantage of the situation more so than he should of?"
Beth could tell just by looking at her that Maggie was feeling as though she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand was the insistent need she had to protect her younger sister... on the other was the fact that she no longer needed that protection. Somewhere in the middle was Daryl and his perceived responsibility in all of this. Either way, Beth knew that she had this one moment in time to set the record straight, not just for herself but for the wellbeing of everyone involved.
"He wouldn't do that." She assured, coming over to take Maggie's reluctant hand in her own. "If anything, it was me that took advantage of him. I'm the one who kissed him first and if you must know, he tried to resist me more times than I wanted him to."
With the sincerity of the point she was trying to make finally hitting home, Beth squared her shoulders and added meaningfully, "You told me last night that you know him, only not as well as you thought you did. Well, maybe that goes for me too. It's like I told you before, I'm not that same scared little girl you remember from our farm anymore. I'm not looking for your permission or your approval. When I was alone with Daryl, I got to know him... the real him. That's because I took the time to see the person that he is inside. If you could only see that person too, you wouldn't be standing there questioning me about my relationship with him, you'd just be glad that I found someone who makes me as happy as Glenn makes you."
Her sister couldn't help but to look at her skeptically. "Happy? Wait, are we still talking about Daryl here? Because 'happy' isn't a word I would usually associate with him."
"It doesn't matter." Beth shrugged back in return, "What we have isn't typical by any means and not everyone is going to understand it... but you know what? I don't care. I love him, it's as simple as that."
Upon hearing the quiet declaration, Maggie sighed heavily... seeming to give up on the narrow mindedness of her objections in order to come to terms with the idea. It wasn't like she had much of a choice in the matter. The two of them were sisters after all and the last surviving members of the Greene family. With both their parents and their only brother dead, they had supported each other through a lot worse than this and will undoubtedly do so again.
As if sensing the change in Maggie's demeanor, Beth tacked on for good measure, "Believe me when I say that none of this was what I had planned... it just happened. I'm sorry that you had to find out this way."
The apology led the two girls to hug each other, both of them gaining a new perspective from the exchange that hadn't been fully recognized before. When the embrace was over, Beth noticed that Maggie was looking at her differently... almost as though realizing for the first time ever that her younger sister was now a woman full grown with wants and needs of her own.
"Well, I still think you should've told me when you had the chance..." Maggie admonished, "but I guess it doesn't much matter now. If Daryl is what you want then I'll trust your judgement. It's not like Glenn hasn't already told me at least three times today to get over it. I was just... caught off guard... that's all."
"I know you were... I'm sure everyone will be." Beth was left admitting, "But they don't know me like you do and they know Daryl even less. You were wrong about him, you know... he is someone who is able to love... and he does so just as fiercely and wholeheartedly as he does everything else in his life. Yes, he still gets mad and god knows he's stubborn beyond belief but I get to be the one that means all that to him... and as you said before, isn't that what he deserves?"
Despite having her own words come back to haunt her, Maggie still found it within herself to finally get on board with the notion. Realizing it, she tapped on her lower lip with a hum.
"Hmmmm... deserves it or not, I still feel like it's my duty to have a word with him... y'know, to find out what his intentions are."
Beth dropped her face into her hands, knowing her sister well enough to know that she probably wasn't kidding.
"Don't... please don't..." She pleaded, "not unless you want to spare the walkers the hassle and just have me just die of embarrassment!"
"Oh, it's too late for that!" Maggie said with a laugh, now starting to throughly enjoy herself, "If anything, he deserves it! He's just as guilty of keeping secrets as you are! Anyways... enough of all that. I brought you some stuff here to help you spruce up the place and by the looks of it, you're gonna need it. First though, can we please open the windows in here? The dust is literally starting to choke me..."
From there the two girls fell into a comfortable rapport that involved a lot of good natured ribbing as they finished what was left to do. The bunk bed frames were torn down and taken outside, giving them a lot more room to work in. The extra blankets Maggie had brought with her went onto the bed and the candles were placed ready to add a soft glow. When they were done, the entire cabin looked completely different, enough for Beth to realize that she might've really needed the help. They were applying the last of the finishing touches when Carl knocked on the door to tell them both that dinner was ready.
The two sisters made their way back to the picnic area that had become the central convergence point of the camp. Everyone was there except the three people who were bedridden - Glenn, Tara and Bob. None of them were seriously injured but Carol hadn't wanted to take a chance. As far as Beth knew, they were still in the infirmary that had been set up specifically to keep a close eye on them. They must've been doing better than expected because Carol was at dinner along with the rest of them.
Daryl was there also, sitting at one of the long tables next to Rick and Abraham. They all looked as though they were in the middle of an intense conversation. Choosing purposely not to distract them from it, Beth left them to their own devices and was more than happy to eat her meal with her sister.
Dinner itself was a no nonsense affair of some kind of cooked meat along with a miscellaneous array of junk food. When they were done eating, Rick stood up and commended everyone on their handling of the days events before impressing upon them all to stay diligent. More walkers could still be heading their way and as such, nothing had changed. As long as they remained here, he wanted five people patrolling in five hour rotations with no exceptions. Acknowledging that everyone was in strung out shape, he asked for volunteers for the upcoming night shift and picked Daryl, Sasha, Maggie, Carl and Rosita to go.
Beth wasn't going to lie and say that she wasn't disappointed but she hid it well as she helped clean up. All throughout dinner she had been careful not to look at Daryl too often for fear of catching the others looking the same way at her. She didn't try to delude herself into thinking that nobody else knew about them, how could they not? The close quarters of their living situation would allow for such a thing to spread like wildfire. Still, everyone seemed to be acting normal for the most part and for that she was grateful. Daryl would likely fly of the handle if he thought he was being judged without his knowledge and it wouldn't much matter to him if it was unfairly or not.
Without even a chance to say goodbye to him before he took off into the woods, Beth trudged back to the cabin they were sharing alone. Those who weren't on watch duty had turned in right away, all of them exhausted enough to warrant it. The days events and its aftermath had taken their toll to leave the camp dark and peaceful with only the forests ambient sounds being heard steadily in the background.
The moonlight streaming in through the windows was so bright that there was no need to light the candle she had placed at the side of the bed. Beth kicked off her boots and socks with a yawn before convincing herself that her jeans could go too. Leaving them all in an easily accessible pile, she crawled into bed and rolled up on her side, tucking her knees up into the loose end of her t-shirt. The dark abyss of sleep was a blessed relief after everything that she had gone through and she went into it gratefully, the trees outside creating comforting shadows on the wall. From there she passed out to not remember anything else.
...
At some point during the night, she drowsily awoke to the feel of a calloused hand as it slowly drifted up the length of her bare leg.
"Ya still sleepin' there, princess?" Was breathed low at her ear.
Daryl pulled her back against him to settle her firmly in his lap, eliciting a warm hum of contentment from her that couldn't be helped. She'd been so tired that she hadn't even felt him get into bed. The quiet response resonated between them as he began to knead at her thigh, the soft flesh giving way under the determined pressure of his fingers. Still curled up on her side, Beth bit at her lower lip and closed her eyes... her heart starting to pound despite her current worn out state. Had it really been five hours already?
As if to say that it didn't matter, Daryl nudged insistently at the soft curve of her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her still for it. With the arousal points under her skin beginning to fire at will, he purposely stoked the flames by flicking his tongue repeatedly over the current that raced there, tracing it up to his favorite spot behind her ear. The tactic left her straining against him just as he knew it would. Getting the reaction he was looking for, he teased her there again... using all the methods at his disposal to drive her crazy. By the time he took her earlobe between his teeth, Beth was nearly beside herself as her fingers clenched into the pillow by her head.
"Damn, you taste good..." He whispered as he soothed the silky area with his tongue.
Breathless and dizzy, Beth rolled onto her back... having missed him more than she could put into the words needed to tell him so. Daryl surged on top of her to kiss her hard, the weight of his lips parting her own to give himself the access he was demanding. She moaned from beneath him as his tongue swept inside, probing and insistent as it delved in deep. Her fingers buried themselves into his hair as the kinetic energy between them took over, the fieriness of the kiss feeding off of their eagerness until the moonlit air around them practically seemed to hum with it.
For his part, Daryl was more than willing to see it through as he reared himself back to pull the loose t-shirt she was wearing up and over her head. Tossing it onto the floor next to his own, he settled himself back between the sprawl of her legs, sinking her even further into the thin mattress beneath them as if it was his sole purpose in life. Who knows... maybe it was... maybe the only reason he had survived the day at all was so that he could continue to keep losing himself within her until this hellish nightmare they both lived in gradually faded away.
Too far gone to speculate on it further, he bent down to kiss her again, the thick muscles that lined his back straining with the effort it was taking to keep himself braced on top. He could feel the girls legs tighten at his hips as he pressed himself determinedly to the heated core that was nestled between them. The damp folds under her panties immediately began to pulsate rhythmically in response as the aroused blood in her veins converged on the area. With the tantalizing reaction being something that he had come to expect, he purposely stroked the rigid length of his erection against her... the warmth of her body searing through the thin layer of fabric she was wearing to penetrate the front of his jeans.
With her pulse running away with itself, Beth surged up to meet the kiss they were sharing with a moan, not much caring that the buckle on his belt was digging into the bare flesh of her belly. The pleasure and the pain melded together until she was clutching at him, her tongue engaging with his more boldly than she ever thought herself capable of. Daryl grunted in appreciation against her as his hand threaded between their bodies to deftly unlatch the front clasp of her bra. Her chest heaved in response as he impatiently shoved it aside, the minimal light streaming in through the window revealing that she was ready for him.
The allure of seeing her bare skin called to him much as it always did and he bent down to take her into his mouth, drawing her small nipple in past the rough edges of his teeth so that he could torment her even further. Beth wrenched against him with a gasp, feeling as though the earth had just been pulled out from under her.
"Daryl..." She panted, every nerve ending she had now sparking appealingly at the area.
Sinking her nails into his back, she briefly wondered how it was possible that he was always able to do this to her... drive her wild with just the intent of his mouth alone. Had it always been that way or did he just know her body better than she did herself? The thought was fleeting as he suckled at her strongly... the rough surface of tongue causing her to pucker even tighter. The sensation was amazing and it took what he was doing to a whole new level. With it overwhelming her senses, Beth gave herself over to its intensity, having little choice in the matter as it threatened to consume her.
Breathing hard with the effort it was taking to keep himself in check, Daryl gave her other nipple the same degree of his attention before he came back to kiss her again, leaving her teary eyed and breathless as her fingers fumbled in the dark for his belt. The glint of pure male satisfaction that flared in his eyes couldn't be helped as she yanked at the waistband of his pants, doing whatever she could in a desperate measure to get them down and over his hips.
He reared back onto his knees as he let her have her way with him, using the opportunity to free himself completely of their hinderance. There was an aggressive frenzy to her actions that spoke to him on a base line guttural level and Daryl immersed himself in it as his need to mate took over. A gravelly sounding expletive escaped his throat as he pulled her up to him... his mouth finding hers once more. It was then that he spun her around in his arms for being more than ready to finally see his intentions through.
Beth's eyes immediately flew open for having not expected him to do such a thing. Surprised to find herself suddenly facing the window, she glanced down to see that the position had left her completely exposed despite the fact that she was still in her underwear.
Daryl came up behind her... applying his teeth to the side her neck more aggressively than he intended. He was rewarded when she shivered and leaned back against him, the soft curves of her ass instinctively cradling the part of his body that now strained to be inside her. His hand slid around her ribs, skimming over the flat plain of her belly to dip under the low waistline of the panties she wore. The girl bucked against him, unable to help herself.
"Shhhh now..." He hushed at her ear, "Ain't no need for that. Ya know what I'm about an' I jus' wanna touch ya... right here... jus' like this..."
He attempted it again... more determined this time as he traced over the soft curls that shielded her from him. The damp crease of her slit gave way as he slowly slid his finger deep inside her, making her moan despite herself. She was as close to dripping wet as he had ever felt and he reveled in the fact, the rest of his hand cupping protectively around her as he fingered her under the silky fabric. She was so turned on that he could feel the trigger points that lined her inner walls throb against his intrusion. The slight nubs were barely detectable but they were all the incentive he needed to push the pale pink panties she was wearing down her legs and the hell out of his way.
Leaving them stretched between her knees, he trailed a path of hot kisses along her shoulder before settling her down on all fours in front of him. As if somehow intuitively knowing what to do, Beth arched her back and presented herself to him, her breath baiting within her chest for wondering what he was waiting for. She had no idea what he had in store for her but her imagination was running wild. It was enough to get her excited beyond belief.
Through the intoxicating haze his finger inside of her had created, the distinctive sound of a condom wrapper being torn open was heard. Beth had no idea where he might've gotten one from and was given no time to contemplate it. She could only brace herself as he moved in to probe at her insistently...
With the entrance he sought now primed and ready, Daryl paused to run his hand slowly down the deep curve of her spine. He was trying his damndest to prolong the moment while he still had the mental and physical capacity to do so. He had dreamt of taking her this way for so long that he could barely believe that he was now about to attempt it. His fingers gripped the girl by the shoulder to counteract any resistance he might find and honing in on what he was looking for, he slid himself inside of her... inch by tantalizing inch.
From where she was in front of him, Beth gasped as the small sill of her body gave way under the blunt force of his entry. Her fingers dug into the mattress as he achingly filled her from behind, taking it slow for knowing that she'd struggle to accept him this way. The hand at her shoulder was used to pull her snugly onto him until his full length was imbedded in her to the hilt. The tactic was all encompassing in its intrusive nature and it left her writhing on him, desperate with the need to ease her own discomfort.
"God... so fuckin' tight..." Was all he said in response and nothing past that registered as he slowly began to move.
Daryl aligned himself against her and thrust in deep, unable to help himself as her body gave way to his own. Immersed fully in the task, he reached around her to purposely rake his fingers over the veiled nub of her clit. He could only hope it was enough to draw her back into the moment. The snug sheath he was repeatedly burying himself in made it difficult to remember that she still found the act initially painful. It wasn't enough to deter him as his pace began to steadily increase...
"That's it baby..." He soothed from behind, his voice reigning her in as she continued to squirm against him, "Shhhh, relax... you can take it..."
The discarded panties from earlier stretched taunt between her knees as his unrelenting force spread her thighs further apart. Eventually she began in unison with him rather than against him and it was all the prompting he needed to start really working her in earnest, his body syncing with hers even harder as the fieriness of the moment took back over.
With the pain dissipating, Beth sunk further down and moaned into her pillow... finally finding the position as pleasurable as he did. Being in front allowed for him to go in deeper, his fingers taking the sensation to the next level as they added just the right amount of friction on the part of her body that counted. The highly sensitive bundle of nerves began to constrict and release as he drove himself inside her and she could feel the tightness begin to build, the feeling of it spreading like wildfire within her veins.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she came on him, the intense swell of it like nothing she had ever experienced before. Everything about it seemed to detonate within her and she exploded from the inside out, crying out as her fingers tangled themselves within the sheets. The force of it hurled her far over the edge, making her shudder uncontrollably from where she was pinned under him. After longer than she expected the heated blood in her veins gradually began to dissipate to leave her clasping at him in spasms, her body's own natural tendency kicking into overdrive as soon as the waves of pleasure receded.
Daryl bore down so he could match the fervency of her orgasm with the hot blooded need of his own. He surged forward onto his knuckles, bracing himself over her to thrust himself in deep and hard. Fucking her the way he wanted, he tried not to crush her under the churning weight of his efforts but found that the rhythmic milking of her inner walls around him made it damn near impossible. The sensation was something that was uniquely hers and it spurred him past any determination he had of not blowing his load just yet. Straining against her, he erupted in a torrent of thick hot spurts, each one of them spurred on by the girl now mewling helplessly beneath him. The heart pounding intensity of it took his breath away and it wasn't until he was completely drained that he finally slumped over, feeling like he was high as he collapsed down by her side.
They both lay there gasping for air, neither one of them saying a word. After a while the condom became uncomfortable so Daryl peeled it off and set it aside. He had swallowed his pride earlier that day and had asked Glenn for one... somehow managing to keep his shit together when the price of it had been an obnoxiously knowing smile and a rash of unwanted commentary. The man had been in a surprisingly generous mood for being laid up like he was and he had hooked him up with three, so Daryl guessed he couldn't really bitch.
Pulling a deep breath, he tiredly held out an arm and let Beth settle herself against him, her fingers drifting over the damp expanse of his chest.
"Ya doin' a'right?" He asked after a while, the concern in his tone obvious.
What they had just done wasn't for everyone and looking back on it now, Daryl realized that it might've been a bit much for her. In the heat of the moment he tended to forget that she was still fairly new to all this. For his part, it was all too easy to get caught up in the highly sexual aspect of their relationship, especially when he was so goddamn attracted to her he could barely think straight. The deeper feelings that had grown over time only convoluted the issue further, the lines between love and lust blurring together to leave him feeling like he did right now.
"Yeah..." She whispered in return to leave it at that.
When nothing more was said, Daryl ran a regretful hand down his face. "Swear, it weren't my intention ta have any'a that happen. Game plan was for me ta jus' come in an' crash but one thing led ta another, much as it always does when I see ya half naked. What can I say... I guess I must've missed ya a hell of a lot more than I thought."
Still feeling the remnants of just how much stirring between her hips, Beth smirked from where she lay against him. "I gather..."
Deep down inside, she understood why he would feel the need to try and justify his own actions. Their recent bout of lovemaking was without a doubt the most sexually explicit thing he had ever done to her and he was probably thinking that she was laying there regretting it in some capacity. That couldn't be further from the truth.
"Still... I'm feelin' like I hurt ya." He notched her chin up with his finger, "...did I?"
Beth shook her head, her heart warming that he would care enough to ask. Making love with him was always initially challenging but she didn't dare tell him that she was actually beginning to like it. The promise of what came after always made the pain worthwhile. Maybe it was because she loved him... maybe it was because everything he did to her was always so toe curlingly exciting, she honestly couldn't say. She just knew that there was nothing about what they did together that could ever make her regret a single thing about it.
Taking the response at face value, Daryl relaxed under the weight of the arm she had draped over him. With the worries he had about it assuaged, he reached over to dig a cigarette out of his jacket laying nearby before leaving it there in a pile with the rest of their clothes. His lighter flared briefly into the darkened room before he came back to her, releasing a deep sigh as though it was the first time all day he'd been able to do so.
"Christ, I'm tired..." He breathed. "Shit's been nonstop since I woke up this mornin'."
Beth looked up to see him thinking pensively about it. "I know. I can't believe that it's been five hours already. It feels like I just closed my eyes an hour ago."
"Ya did..." Daryl muttered, taking a moment to pull a drag from his cigarette before explaining himself further. "Rick came out an' found me, told me ta take tha rest of tha night off. Between tha fight with tha walkers an' huntin' down dinner, he reckoned I'd done about enough. He took my shift an' told me ta go on home. 'Course it jus' means that both you an' me will be doublin' down on tha mornin' shift but fuck it... who cares, right? Least we have right now, which... truth be told... was a hell of a lot more than I was expectin'."
"It's worth it to me and then some," She cupped her hand over a yawn before saying at the tail end of it, "and besides... I wouldn't have minded taking watch in the morning anyways."
Her fingers drifted aimlessly over his chest, enjoying the feel of the slight sprinkling of hair there as it brushed against her palms. It was just a matter of time before he insisted that they both get dressed. In another life, in a world much different than the one they were living in, she would be sleeping next to him naked every night. Unfortunately, this world didn't allow for such a thing so wishful thinking about it was pointless.
From where he lay next to her, Daryl finished up his smoke before pinching out its glowing tip between his thumb and forefinger.
"Well... guessin' we should probably be gettin' some clothes on..." He sighed, obviously not wanting to do so either. "Especially if we gotta get up early. While everyone was eatin' dinner, I finally got tha go-ahead from Rick ta go an' get tha bike. Not a damn moment too soon 'cause I jus' smoked my last fuckin' cigarette. Anyways... I reckon if we head out 'round noon some time, we should be back by nightfall at tha latest."
Through the sleepy haze the sound of his voice had created, Beth immediately perked up.
"We? You mean... you want me to go with you?" She sounded understandably incredulous at the notion. "I thought you said it would be quicker and quieter to just go get it on your own?"
"It would be..." He said pointedly, "but I ain't leavin' either it or you behind again. Things have changed on that front an' all it took was this bullshit that happened today ta remind me'a that. When I said that we were in this together, I meant it. You're comin' with. Besides, I got somethin' I wanna show ya on tha way back..."
"Really?" She asked, her eyes alight. "What is it?"
"Guessin' ya gonna have'ta wait ta find out. Decisions are comin' down tha pipe an' they're gonna hit tha ground runnin'. It'll be good for us to get outta here for a moment while we have tha chance. Ya ok with that?"
When she nodded happily, Daryl lowered his head to kiss her again... this time doing so softly, almost as though he wanted to relay his heartfelt declaration from earlier within the alluring span of it. The lengthy kiss was followed up with a smaller one on her forehead before he pulled back enough to spank her lightly on her bare behind.
"Now get ya ass movin'. As temptin' as it is ta wanna keep ya buck naked, it'll do us no kinda good if somethin' were ta happen during tha night. Besides, ya sisters already givin' me tha eye. Last thing I need is for her ta bust out the pitch forks 'cause I put ya safety at risk."
Beth smiled to herself, remembering her earlier conversation with Maggie. What neither her sister or Daryl seemed to realize just yet was that she loved them both with all of her heart, leaving them no choice but to get along and love each other. She was now the common denominator that tied them all together. Because of her, they all had a new family... one that consisted of the two Greene girls and the two amazing men who loved them.
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What can I say... I had so many requests for another sex scene, I just had to do it! I love writing them and was just looking for an excuse anyway. If you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, please drop me a comment and let me know.