Prompt: Daryl and Beth are attracted to each other the moment they see each other on the farm. Everyone warns her away from him but Beth is obviously not as innocent as the sainted Hershel assumes.

Bad Reputation

"Beth, I want you to stay away from them," my father droned in my ear as I stared out the window. Our eyes met through the cloudy glass and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach then. God he was just so sexy with that leather vest, sitting atop the death trap. I had to know who he was. "Beth, did you hear me?"

I smiled sweetly and nodded, turning away, not wanting to, and looking at my daddy. "Yeah, I heard you." I slowly crept up the stairs to my room and started tearing through my closet. I had the perfect outfit in mind. Maggie and daddy would have a heart attack if they knew I had it, but if I had any say in it, they wouldn't find out. I pulled the tight black jeans on and looked at myself in the mirror, loving the way they cupped the curves of my ass. I quickly pulled on the black halter top that lifted my breasts beautifully and quickly pulled on a halter dress. Once I was sure my outfit was hidden, I crept back down stairs.

"Where are you going?" Maggie asked, catching me as I was about to walk out of the door. I would have been scared I'd been caught if the danger didn't thrill me so much. There was something dark lurking inside of me, and I was sure the bad boy on the motorcycle could set it free.

I smiled innocently at her, sweetly. "Just going to the stables. I was think about taking Ginger out."

Maggie gave me a look and for a moment I was afraid she wasn't going to let me out of the house. "Just stay away from those people, especially the one on the motorcycle. He doesn't look like a nice guy."

I smirked as I turned around. That was what I was hoping for. "I know," I assured her, closing the door behind me. My eyes searched the farm for the motorcycle. I heard the engines and followed it. I dint know why he was away from the others, but I counted my blessings as I made my way to him. He was putting a tent together as I drew closer. I quickly ducked behind a tree and pulled the dress off, and rolled it up, sticking it under an exposed root so I could come back for it later.

The butterflies got worse the closer I got. It had to be against the law for one man to be that sexy. He looked up as I approached and I didn't miss the smirk on his face. "Hi," I said, standing in front of him.

"Go back home girl." He didn't even look up at me. I pouted and crossed my arms, hoping it pushed my boobs up higher.

"Why?" I asked.

He stood up and put his hands on his hips, staring down at me and god I could get lost in those eyes. "Because I ain't no good. You're sexy, in an innocent preacher's daughter kinda way, but this ain't about to go down." He could tell me no all he wanted, but when he looked me over with those gorgeous eyes and licked his lips, I knew he wanted me and it gave me a powerful rush. I took a step closer, my hands going to his chest, feeling the muscles. Boys at school hadn't been like this. He was all man. "Girl, I'm gonna give you a bad reputation," he whispered, his hands going to my hips and the rush consumed me.

With a smirk made from sin I pushed up on my toes, brushing my nose against his jaw. "I don't give a damn about my reputation," I whispered into his ear.