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"Oh…" Beth looked at him, watching his face as he stared at her. She'd been feeling something for Daryl, but she hadn't known what it was until now, not until he was looking at her with those intense blue eyes in the candle light. The dog barked, breaking them out of their spell.
"I'm gonna give that mutt one last chance," he muttered, getting up from the table.
"Wait," Beth gasped, her hand shooting out and stopping his. She got up slowly and looked at him. "He'll come back tomorrow." She walked closer to him, putting him back in the chair, slowly straddling his hips. God she was nervous, blushing like an idiot as he stared at her, his hands shyly holding onto her hips. "I'm gonna try something, okay?" Daryl nodded his head, swallowing thickly as he watched her. Beth licked her lips slowly and bent her head, kissing him.
He tensed under her and she started to pull away, thinking she'd misread the signs but then his hands cupped her face and pulled her against him. Beth moaned as he kissed her, soft, slow, sweet, making love to her mouth with his lips. Slowly he pulled away, when their lungs were burning for air. Beth slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, her hands still playing with his hair. "I love you," she whispered.
He rested his forehead against hers, looking down at their laps. "Ain't no good for ya, Beth," he muttered.
"I don't care." She smiled a little and looked at him. "I love you and life's too damn short now."
He nodded his head a little and looked up at her. "I love you too. Ain't right, but I do."
She smiled and kissed him again. "Then I guess we'll just have to be rebels."