Hands Free
Beth double checked to make sure the supplies they'd procured were secure on the back of the motorcycle before she pressed a little closer to Daryl's back, letting her hands slowly ease down his chest, her fingers curling under his shirt and sliding back up his skin. She smirked feeling him shiver against her, his head turning slightly. "Keep your eyes on the road," she told him, running her hands up and down his skin. She buried her head against his neck and started to kiss his salty skin. She heard him groan over the wind.
Beth giggled as she nipped at his skin playfully, letting her hands fall down to his belt. One of his hands flew to her wrist and stopped her. "If you don't want to crash, you better wait," he warned her with a growl.
Beth smirked and ducked under his arm and maneuvered her body around so she was straddling his hips. "You should have a little faith in yourself," she told him above the wind rushing past them. She leaned forward and cupped his face in her hands, kissing him. He groaned into the kiss as her hips rocked against his. Beth smirked, looking up at him. "I love you."
Daryl grinned and nipped at her lip, pulling back on it before kissing her again, keeping one eye on the road. "Yeah, I love you too, little dare devil." Beth laughed and wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight as he drove them home, letting her hands run over the skin of his back. She couldn't help it. She just loved touching him, it was hard to keep her hands off.