Finally, the next chapter. Another reminder that my laptop is broke and I am writing on my phone so that probably means a LOT of mistakes. I promise, once I've got it fixed, I will fix all the pieces I've uploaded from my phone. So, as usual, thank you for holding out for me. I'm going to upload the last chapter of Officer Dixon next and then tonight, I'm hoping to upload the third chapter to Lollipops. This is obviously a multi-chapter fic, but I'm not sure yet on how many chapters. There isn't even really a plot here because I'm really not very good at them. I just like excuses for writing smut. Anyway, enjoy.

Beth's eyes blink open to bright sunlight and she groans, turning her head to where she thinks her pillow is, only to find Daryl's sleeping face. She gasps in surprise until last night floods back into her, her pussy clenching with the memory. He's not snoring but his mouth is parted and he's fast asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly. She smirks as she rolls over onto his chest, her hands settling over his shoulders and her body curving into his.

He's got a morning hard on and she would love to ride him into consciousness but she's sore, used well all night. Actually, she's surprised how early she's woken -judging by the daylight- considering how tired she's been, on top of great sex. Even still, it's morning and so it's time to deal with her problems.

She sighs and it wakes Daryl, his hands curling over her naked back. "G'mornin'," he grumbles.

Beth shudders at the low, gravelly quality of his voice. He sounds like that during sex, but it's even better when he first wakes up, his face soft and his hair messier than even hers.

"Mornin'," she whispers back.

"I'm starvin," Daryl groans.

Beth laughs. "You just opened your eyes an' don't even think 'bout tryin' to go down on me again. I'm sore."

His laugh rumbles her whole body. "Nah, real food. Wanna get some?"

She nuzzles her head under his chin and stretches. "Mmm, food sounds good."

"I'd cook, but Merle's an' ass in the mornin'." He pauses and then corrects himself, "Merle's an ass all the time."

Beth laughs again and rolls off his chest onto her back, stretching once more. "Your bed's real comfy."

He turns onto his stomach and presses his palm to her throat, cupping his fingers around her neck. "Welcome back anytime."

"Countin' on it." She groans before she sits up, the sheets falling to her waist. "C'mon then, breakfast an' then I gotta haul ass to my daddie's farm."

Daryl sits up and raises a brow. "Farm girl, huh?"

She smiles, sliding her legs out of the bed and searching for her clothes. "Not what you expected from an ex-stripper, huh?"

He snorts. "I ain't judgin', ain't got no right. Done some shitty things to get by."

Beth's stomach loosens, an anxiety there that she never realised she was feeling. It's nice to know that he doesn't think she's some sort of whore. "I was there for like two days, got confused with some agent thinkin' I was doin' a singin' gig."

She stands and pulls her jeans up after her panties, watching Daryl on the bed as he stretches in the space she left. "You sing?"

"I love singin'. Been out in LA tryin'a get recognised. Live the dream." She shakes her head, reaching for her bra. "Now I gotta go home to my parents 'cause I hauled ass here with no backup plan. Thought I hit it big."

"Still can. Come work for me."

Beth pauses with her arms in her top. "What?"

There's a tiny smirk on Daryl's face that makes her squint with mock seriousness. "I own a bar."

"What?" She climbs on the bed and pulls her top over her head, tugging it down to her waist. "I got into bed with some hot shot bar owner an' you never even told me?"

He shrugs, stretching his arms over his head and flexing his biceps, his chest bare. "I got into bed with a farmers girl, an' I never knew. An' a singer."

Beth rolls her eyes and climbs on top of him, her hands falling to his wrists and her face hovering over his. "You really want me to work for you?"

"If you wanna. I need a waitress an' some new entertainment. Win-win for me."

"Oh, it's all about you, huh?" She grins.

He smirks and rolls them over so he's on top, his mouth on her throat. "Kinda. Don't mind lookin' at that ass all night."

She giggles, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I can't sleep with my boss an' I ain't givin' up good sex for a job. Plus, I still got no place to go."

Daryl hums under his breath. "We'll sort it. Let's eat first."

Beth bites her lip and strokes her fingers over his back, stretching all the way to the curves of his ass. "I kinda need you to fuck me first."

His head comes up from her throat, his brow raised. "Girl, ain't you had 'nough?"

She shrugs. "I can take you."

He hums again, his hands moving to her jeans that she's only just put on. "Don't I know it."

"Look-e here, we got us a stripper in the house boys!"

"Fuck off, Merle," Daryl grunts. "Don't be a dick."

"Me?" Merle asks as if it's completely outrageous. "I ain't bein' a dick Darylina, though I see you got yours wet last night."

Beth snorts and Merle winks at her. Daryl rolls his eyes and grabs his keys. "Don't encourage 'im."

"What?" She blinks innocently as he holds the front door open for her. Then she throws him a smile and hollers over her shoulder, "bye Merle!"

"Bye screamer! Come back soon, was a real good show!"

She laughs as Daryl practically hurls her out of the door. "You're a liar," Beth accuses down the hall. "You said he was an' ass."

"He goddamn is," Daryl grumbles. "Embarrasses the shit outta me."

She shrugs. "I like him."

They get into the elevator when it arrives and there's a small smile on Daryl's face that makes Beth feel like she's been given the seal of approval.

Breakfast is destructive to her stomach. They both ordered big because Beth doesn't buy into that bullshit that it's embarrassing to eat in front of guys. She loves food and there's no way she's going hungry just because she's meant to be coy and flirty.

They're half way in when she pauses to sip her coffee and Daryl mirrors her, his food more eaten than hers as he watches her through the fringes of his hair. "So, you gonna come work for me?"

Beth holds her cup between her palms and shrugs. "I really should go see my parents. Sort some stuff out. Got a storage unit back in LA I gotta deal with an' I ain't seen my family in a while."

He nods, chewing the inside of his mouth. "Alrite. Just… take my number, yeah? I wanna see you again."

She smiles, her cup hovering close to her lips. "Okay."

After breakfast, they exchange numbers, putting their full names into each other's phones as if they're part of a formal arrangement, even though Daryl keeps giving her the eye like he wants to take her to the toilets and fuck her silly again. Beth holds off from the pull though and only gives him a soft kiss on the mouth before she makes her arrangements.

Maggie's excited to come and get her even though she asked her daddy, so it's her big sister who turns up not long after she's done exchanging numbers with Daryl. She stays in the car when she see's Beth has a man with her, even though she looks about ready to burst from her very skin to give her little sister a hug.

She turns to Daryl who dips his chin at Maggie when she waves cautiously. "I'll text you later."

"Alrite. 'Member what I said. Got a job an' a place I can sort for you, girl. An' even if you ain't interested, I wanna see you 'gain."

Beth smiles and stretches a kiss to his cheek since her sister is so raptly watching. "I'll be in touch, I swear."

He nods, hands in his pockets and looking a little more shy than he's been with her. Beth waves when she gets in the car, waves until he's out of sight and then she turns to Maggie, who is grinning so hard it looks painful.

"Tell me everythin'."