Call for a Good Time
Chapter 12

It had been a week since she'd gotten that letter in the mail and things had been…different between them. She felt like Daryl was trying to push her away and she couldn't understand why. Maybe he was sick of all of the baggage and the drama that seemed to envelop her, or maybe he was just getting bored with her. Whatever it was she was determined to find out. Merle was out at the bar with a couple of his buddies so they had the house to themselves for the night. Daryl was watching some hunting show on the television and she was sitting beside him, looking over her class schedule for the start of the new semester, even though she didn't want to go. She was chewing on the end of her pen and moving things around so it would fit better and she wouldn't have four classes worth of homework to do all on the same night.

Daryl turned the television off and looked at her. "We need to talk." She really didn't like the tone in his voice but nodded her head, closing her laptop and setting it to the side. "I don't know that you should stay here anymore." He was looking at his lap, but then he slowly looked at her. "I think maybe you should find someone else."

Beth stared at him. What the hell was he talking about? She shook her head, more confused than she'd ever been. She had her doubts, but she never thought he'd really break up with her. "Daryl, where the hell is this coming from?" She was afraid he didn't love her anymore.

He ran a hand through his hair as he stood up and began to pace. "Since we've been together you've been beaten, twice, attacked by a psychopath, had the word slut carved into your body, been harassed by the cops, witnessed a murder, had a cop stalk you at the store, and then you got that letter last week." He shook his head, his arms crossing over his chest. "I ain't no good for you."

Beth glared and stood up, looking him dead in the eye. "That's bullshit. If I hadn't met you I probably would have been raped when Zach left me in the ghetto. He probably would have killed me." She was getting just as worked up as he was but her emotions were starting to go haywire. "None of this is your fault."

Daryl shook his head. "I still think you should go." He turned his back as tears started to leak down her face. He was just being a coward.

Beth wasn't going to let this happen. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing against his back. "I'm not going anywhere Daryl Dixon. You hear me?" She looked up at him before putting her head back on his back. "I love you, and you're stuck with me." She felt him slowly reach up and wrap his arms around hers, his head falling forward on his chest. She kissed the back of his shoulder. "I know it's not the ideal life, but none of this is your fault, I can't even figure out why I'm so freaking important all of the sudden."

At that Daryl turned around and cupped her face. "How can you think that?"

She blinked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm no one special, just a small town girl from a farm."

Daryl shook his head. "Now that's bullshit." His fingers brushed over her skin and she closed her eyes, loving the feel of it. Daryl wasn't an open person, he wasn't a soft, gentle person, but with her, when she was in his arms he treated her like glass and spoke like a lover. "You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to Merle and me. Have you noticed that since you started staying here permanently he's stopped bringing home hookers and strippers?"

She smiled a little and looked up at him. "Maybe he's just getting old," she teased.

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. "You did that."

She covered his hands with her. "So you're not kicking me out?" She had to be sure that he didn't have any more doubts.

"Honestly, if you ever left I'd probably fall apart." Daryl bent down and grabbed her ass, lifting her into his arms. Beth laughed as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. "You're not going anywhere."

As he carried her to the bedroom she was happy whatever had been going on between them was over. She buried her face in his neck as he carried her, kissing his skin as her fingers threaded through his hair. He carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her out on the bed. She watched him as he started to unbutton his shirt. She pulled her own shirt over her head and threw it across the room while he let his fall to the ground.

He climbed onto the bed, covering her body with his as he kissed her. Beth felt the sensations start in her lower belly, the singling and the butterflies that seemed to swarm every time he kissed her. She could never get enough of it. She ran her hands up his smooth back, gently sliding over the scars as he kissed a trail over her jaw to her neck, his hands running up and down her sides.

Beth moaned when his lips sealed over her pulse, sucking and nipping, fanning a fire inside of her as she cradled his hips between her legs and rocked into his thrusts. She needed him naked and the sooner the better. She trailed her hands down the front of his chest to his jeans and quickly popped them open and reached her hand inside. He was already hard for her and she moaned, loving the way he felt her in her hand, hard, smooth, hot. She would never get enough of him.

He groaned into her ear as she started to pump him, slowly at first, just enough to get him worked up. "Killin' me," he whispered as he reached around behind her and expertly removed her bra from her body. Her breasts spilled out of the cups as he tossed it to join her shirt and stared down at her. He eased her hand away as he kissed a trail down her neck, between her breasts, down the flat plane of her belly and let his tongue dip inside the waist band of her jeans before he opened them and pulled them and her panties down her legs.

She bit her lip when he gently spread her legs and put them over his shoulders. His arms wrapped around the back of her waist, crossing in the back, resting his hands on her belly. He was all male in that moment, content and not planning on going anywhere for a while as he nuzzled her hip. Beth's hands went into his hair as he tongued her, slowly, flattening his tongue against her wet center. Her hips arched but he pushed them back down. Her fingers gripped his hair. Over and over again he licked at her and Beth's head fell back against the sheets as pure ecstasy flooded her veins.

"Daryl," she whined, needing more, needing him. He chuckled against her, the vibrations going right to her head as she moaned, her legs tightening around his neck. Daryl drew her clit into his mouth and sucked on it. Beth screamed she her hips pushed against his hands, her orgasm barreling down on her, ripping through her with claws and teeth, viscous and unrelenting.

Daryl slowly kissed a path back up her body as he rid himself of his remaining clothing. He eased into her body, moaning as she surrounded him, hot, wet, tight. Beth wrapped her legs around his hips as he started a slow rhythm, holding her against him. Her nails clutched at his back, biting into the skin as he made love to her. She was already seeing stars and they only intensified as he increased the tempo. The sounds of their hips meeting, his grunts, her breathy moans filled the room as he drove them both towards completion. "I love you," he gasped out against her neck as she came, tightening around him, milking his orgasm from him.

She tried to regain control over her breathing as he eased down to the sheets beside her and pulled her into him. "I love you too."

…

"Beth?" Daryl called as he walked into the house. "You here baby girl?"

He watched her walk out from the hallway, a piece of licorice hanging from her lips and her glasses on, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants, her hair thrown up. She'd been doing homework and she couldn't have looked sexier. "What's going on?" she asked.

He kissed her head and took her hand. "Merle and I have a surprise for you." He led her outside where Merle was wheeling a Triumph Scrambler out of the back of the truck. Her whole face lit up and she squealed running over to it, affectionately running her hand over the handlebars.

"This is for me?" she asked, looking at the two of them.

Daryl nodded his head and walked over to her. "Yeah, we figured it was about time you had your own. Now we just have to go get you some leather." He smirked wrapping his arms around her. "Though, I think it's going to spend more time on my floor than on your skin."

"Can ya'll save that for later," Merle complained.

Beth laughed and kissed his cheek before kissing Daryl. "Thank you, I love it." Daryl watched her walk around the bike, inspect it, and take a few pictures of it on her phone. He would do anything to keep that smile on her face. In the happiness of the moment none of them noticed the tan colored sedan that had been parked outside all day across the street.