Concentration
Daryl took a calming breath as he aimed his crossbow and shot. He was trying to get in some target practice; deer season was right around the corner. It never hurt. He reloaded and took aim again when he heard the back door open. He glanced over, smirking when he saw Beth walk out with a couple of ice cold beers in her hands. She dropped one down beside him and gave him a quick kiss before sitting on the beach chair to watch him practice. He smirked a bit and took aim again.
"It's a bit hot today, isn't it?" Beth commented, innocently and fanned herself with her hand. He hummed slightly and looked back at his target until he saw her move in the corner of his eye. He looked over, watching her pull her shirt over her head.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.
She looked over at him, an evil glint in her eye and a positively naughty smirk on her lips. "Just trying to cool off," she answered, letting her shirt fall to the ground beside her. "Don't mind me, you should concentrate."
Daryl glared slightly, realizing what she was trying to do. He wasn't going to let her get to him. He focused on his target and shot another arrow. As he set his bow down to reload his eyes found her again. She'd slipped her shorts off and was lying back in the chair. Daryl growled and reloaded his crossbow, standing back up and tried to ignore the tightness in his jeans. She was just full of it today. "Aren't you hot?" she asked.
He let the bow drop to the ground and walked over to her, cadging her in with his arms. "What are you playing at?" he questioned.
She smiled, running her hands through her hair before letting them fall over the back of the chair. "Just testing your concentration," she whispered. "There are lots of…distractions in the woods."
Daryl smirked. "Distractions?" He grabbed Beth around the waist and carried her inside, slapping her ass as he tossed her over his shoulder. "I'll show you distractions, little girl."