Call for a Good Time
Chapter 7

Daryl sighed as he and Merle walked into the house. "Beth?" he called out. She hadn't left the house in a week, ever since the Zach incident happened. He felt bad and whished there was something he could do to help her, but he didn't know what that was. "Beth?" he called out again when she didn't answer.

"She's not here," Merle said, bringing him a not from the kitchen.

Went out, be back in a few hours, dinner is in the fridge. Love you, Beth. Daryl frowned, wondering where she'd gone and why she hadn't waited for him to get home. He pulled out his phone and called her. When it went to voice mail he only got worried. "Damn it," he swore, throwing the phone on the couch.

"Calm down," Merle said, pulling their food from the oven. "She's fine."

Daryl sighed and sat on the couch, really hoping his brother was right, but as they ate, he could tell Merle was nervous too, he wouldn't stop bouncing his fucking leg. He was considering stabbing him until the door opened, drawing their attention and Beth walked in. She smiled at them. "Hey, did you eat?"

"Where have you been?" Daryl asked, walking to her as she hung her bag up on the hooks by the door and kicked her shoes off. He went to hug her but she stopped him.

"I uh…I couldn't look at it anymore." She slowly pulled her shirt off, not even caring that Merle was in the room, he'd seen her without a shirt so many times already, it was just natural to strip in front of him. Daryl and Merle stared at the ink work on her skin. She'd gone to a tattoo parlor. She'd gotten a peacock tattooed onto her abdomen, jut under her left breast, its tail fell down over the side of her belly and across to the right, completely covering the marks that Zach had left. Now whenever anyone looked at her belly, all they would see would be the amazingly detailed, colorful artwork on her skin. Above the tail of the peacock was one word, tattooed in beautiful script; Stronger. "Are you mad?" she asked, biting her lip and looking at both of them.

"Hell no," they both said immediately.

"We were just worried," Daryl added, looking down at her. He kissed her head as she pulled her shirt back on. She smiled and sat on the couch next to Merle, Daryl easing down on her other side.

"I want to go back to work tomorrow."

Merle and Daryl shared a look. "You sure that's a good idea, sugar?" Merle asked.

Beth maneuvered herself so her head was in Daryl's lap, her feet lying in Merle's. "Yes. I can't stay locked inside for the rest of my life. The sooner I get back out there, the sooner I can put this behind me."

Merle chuckled, wrapping his arm around her legs. "Anything you want, sugar."

She tipped her head back and looked at Daryl who had started to play with her hair. He nodded his head in agreement with his brother. "If you're ready." She smiled and cuddled into them as they watched the newest episode of Who's Line is it Anyways?

…

Beth woke up early the next morning, lightly kissing Daryl before grabbing her clothes and heading to the bathroom to take a shower. She frowned as she pulled her tank top off and looked at the mess on her belly. They had warned her at the tattoo parlor that this would happen. Colorful ink and blood was smeared all over her skin. As she waited for the shower to heat up she grabbed a washcloth and gently washed her belly. When she'd gotten most of it, she climbed into the shower. The tattoo was still sore, but she was careful as she washed her body.

After her shower she climbed out and started to get dressed. "Sugar, you in there?" Merle called, knocking on the door.

"Yeah, you can come in though, I'm mostly dressed." She smiled as Merle poked his head in while she was buttoning up her jeans, her bra already in place. "Morning," she said as she grabbed the lotion from the counter.

"Morning sugar," he answered, kissing her head. He turned the water in the sink on and started to fill it so he could shave. Beth smiled as she put the lotion over her tattoo before she pulled her shirt on and fluffed her hair out.

She kissed Merle's cheek before he put the shaving cream on his face. "I'm gonna star breakfast, any requests?"

"Eggs would be great," he answered as she threw her dirty clothes in the hamper.

"Coming right up, just gotta wake the other one up." She walked out of the bathroom and headed back to the bedroom. Daryl was still asleep and she slowly climbed into bed with him, wrapping her arms around him. "Baby?" He hummed, reaching out to pull her against him. "Time to wake up, I have to go start breakfast."

He groaned, nuzzling her neck. "How 'bout we don't go to work and we just stay in bed all day?"

Beth giggled and kissed his nose. "Nope, gotta make money." She lightly spanked him as she got up. "C'mon, get up." She walked out to the kitchen and started on breakfast.

Merle joined her first. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her head. "Smells good," he said pouring himself a cup of coffee and sat at the table.

"Here you go," Beth said, putting a plate in front of him and leaving another one for Daryl as he walked into the kitchen.

"Riding with me?" he asked as he ate.

"Mhm," Beth hummed kissing his cheek. She smiled and cleaned up the kitchen before slipping her boots on. "We need to go shopping soon, we're low," she commented as she wrote another item down on the list she'd been making all week.

Daryl shook his head and put his plate in the skin, kissing her. "We'll go after work."

Merle put his own plate in the sink and sighed. "Let's go ladies."

…

Weeks passed and things were back to normal with Beth. Her tattoo was healed, and she had decided she was ready to take things a step further with Daryl. They were on the couch, watching television, Merle had gone to bed an hour ago and she was ready. She reached across Daryl and took the remote control from him and turned the television off. He looked down at her. "What's wrong?"

Beth shook her head and slowly straddled his waist, running her hands up his chest and wrapping them around his neck. "I want you to take me to bed and make love to me."

He looked up at her, his hands holding her waist. "Are you sure?" he asked. Beth smiled and nodded. His hands slipped to her ass and he picked her up. Beth laughed as he carried her back to their room. He gently laid her out on the bed and straddled her hips, looking down at her. He cupped her face and gently kissed her. Beth loved the way he took care of her. When she'd first met him, she had never expected that he'd have a gentle side to him, but with her, he was always gentle. He treated her like she was made of glass.

She felt his hands on her waist, slowly pushing her shirt up. Beth lifted her arms and smiled up at him when he tossed it across the room. He slowly undressed her, and though he had seen her in her bra and panties before, she blushed when they were naked under him and he just looked at her. "You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her again. Beth bit her lip as he slowly eased into her. There was more pain that she'd been expecting and he held her, waiting until she was comfortable enough for him to start moving. He made love to her in every sense of the word, holding her tight, kissing her, stroking her. Beth hadn't felt anything like it before. Her nails clawed at his back, her legs wrapped around him, when she came she saw stars.

Daryl pulled her into him and kissed her head. She looked up at him a glow about her and a smile on her lips. "Daryl?" He hummed and looked down at her. "I love you."

He kissed her head. "I love you too."