Massive thank you, Coco (AO3) for beta'ing this.
"Shit," Daryl cusses.
Beth pouts in sympathy, pulling his hand closer after she puts the disinfectant back down in the first aid box. There's no other sounds after that for a while, just their combined breathing as she tucks the bandaged edge. When she's done, he mutters a 'thank you' under his breath and pulls his hands away so she can close up the first aid box.
Looking up at him after, Beth places her hands down on his knees, since he's up on the counter higher than her. "You good?"
"Yeah, thanks," he grumbles quietly.
She sighs and presses up a little on her toes. "M'sorry you got in'a fight 'cause of me."
Daryl shakes his head, raising his non bandaged hand to stroke her cheek with slightly quivering fingers. "Ain't no one gonna disrespect you."
She smiles softly and leans into his touch. "You're real sweet."
He hums and lets his hand fall. "You gonna head out?"
"You want me to?" She asks as she pulls out of his touch.
There's an endless second where she stares at him and he stares back, just stares. No talking, no touching, just their eyes connected. The question doesn't feel like it applies to that moment alone. It feels like it applies to every moment to come, every second of this thing they're making together as it shapes itself.
They met under peculiar circumstances, unreal ones. She played a certain role and he wasn't really outspoken. They went home together and had amazing sex, but that's as far as it's really gone. Yet now here she is, bandaging his hand because he hit some jackass for her and she's working in his bar.
It's crazy and it's happening fast like they're cannon bowling into something they can't stop. It's like they met and that was it, they were done. There was no question whether Daryl Dixon was going to be in her life or not and here it's proven, with how intimately they've entwined themselves together through sharing their bodies and late night phone calls.
It's scary, a little out of control but she's always been a free spirit willing to try anything, do anything, go anywhere and she's willing to fall head first for Daryl Dixon if he'll let her. So when she asks the question, it doesn't just mean right here and now. She's pretty sure Daryl gets that because he suddenly slides off of the counter and steps in front of her.
"Don't want you nowhere but my bed," he whispers quietly.
"Mine's closer," Beth challenges.
Daryl smiles. "Not as close as my desk."
She grins and he smiles back, a small curl to his mouth that makes her stomach flutter. "Lead the way."
He does exactly that, taking her hand and pulling her through the dispensing night time crowd. It surprises her a little actually, all the noise and people and conversations hadn't reached her in the bathroom with Daryl like they were just in their own world. It's not as noisy as peak times since they're less than an hour from closing, but it's still loud.
Across the floor, she's pulled until she sees an oncoming door and Merle, not far from it on a table with a brunette chatting animatedly. When he sees the pair of them, he makes to stand, but in front of her Daryl shakes his head at his older brother and Merle dips his chin in return, settling back into his seat with a little smirk.
Finally, they reach Daryl's office and he pushes her inside, turning to lock the door practically from the second she's crossed the threshold. Beth grins and glances around in curiosity. "Cleaner than I thought it would be," she comments.
He snorts and looks at his desk covered in neat stacks of paperwork. "Wanna make a mess?"
"Mr Dixon," she fake gasps, turning and sitting on the edge of his desk. "Presumptuous, don't you think?"
As he stalks closer, her stomach flips in excitement, gripping the edge of the desk with a white knuckled grip. He only hums under his breath, which he tends to do when he doesn't seem to want to talk, or doesn't know what to say. Beth bites down on her lip when he steps into her, his rough, large palms gripping her under the knees.
Her pulse sky rockets and she tries to control her breathing, but she's struggling because Daryl's hair is falling in his face and he's looking up at her under his eyelashes with all of his body heat breaking over her, producing a sweat at the back of her neck and along her brow. Why the hell is this man so attractive?
By the time he's leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, she's lost all patience. In a frenzy, she grips him by the hair and presses her mouth tight to his, thrusting her tongue between his lips. Daryl groans and the sound falls right down her throat, bubbling in her stomach and flooding out to her cunt.
There's too much time being spent on working each other up when she's absolutely ready to go now and she pushes him away with a gasp. "Get your clothes off."
He raises a brow but does as she's told him to and she's lighting fast when she pulls her t-shirt up and flings it off, leaning back after that to pull down her jeans and kick them away. Daryl's just as quick, practically ripping his shirt off and tugging his jeans down, freeing a cock that's already rock hard for her and Jesus Christ, how can she resist?
When she sees him hard, so ready, so fast, she thinks she understands why he gets so worked up when he sees or feels how wet her pussy is. It's a physical representation of their desire for each other and so when his cock is free and she pulls her panties to the side, showing off her wet cunt with a smirk, there was no way it was going to be slow and thoughtful.
He practically falls into her, his hands gripping the skin of her hips so tight it hurts and she groans under her breath, allowing his hand to shift from one hip to her lower back and support her weight. Beth leans back into his arm and spreads her legs, keeping her fingers hooked into her panties so there's enough room for him to slide into her.
There is because in less than two seconds he's buried half way to the hilt and with a grunt and a slam that rocks his whole desk, he's buried all the way inside her. Beth's free hand grips him around the neck, pulling him in close and tight so his breath pants against her face and his body heat cooks her from the inside out, burning her flesh.
The position means she's so full and she can't stop whimpering. She also can't stop how loud the whimpers are, but it doesn't really matter because even with less than half an hour until closing time, there's still raucous drunks outside the door hollering and whooping, dancing and singing out of tune and covering up the moans and groans tearing from Beth and Daryl's lips.
There's not really a rhythm to their fucking, just a frenzied, impatient need to be together that makes Beth's head pound and pussy clutch. Daryl grunts into her ear and suddenly all the air in her body is gone because he slams her down into the table, flat on her back. There's no sound left in her, so she's breathless and silent as she takes his driving thrusts.
One hand is around her throat and the other flat against her belly and it's like she's being compressed, pushed deeper inside herself over and over again, squashed down until she can't take it and suddenly she's screaming, her thighs shaking where they hang over the desk because she's exploded, her eyes flying open and her spine bowing sharply.
Daryl's just as loud as her, possibly louder, definitely the loudest she's ever heard him before and it's so damn erotic that it slides all over her skin, bubbles in her cunt and lets the orgasm just roll on into the next one until she's sobbing with it, her nails clawing at his forearm and tearing his skin to ribbons.
He takes it, not once faltering when he fucks her, squeezes her throat and cuts out her scream bit by bit, even though there's no way anyone can hear them. It gets to the point where she's not sure she can take anymore, where everything is far too sensitive and her hips ache so goddamn much, her throat sore too, but before she has to give in, Daryl goes rock still.
It shocks her into alertness because every time he's cum before he usually fucks through his own orgasm and at first she thinks there's something wrong. But when she swings her eyes up from his dick disappearing into her and coming out glistening, she finds his eyes screwed shut and his whole frame shaking.
She whimpers at the sight alone, positive she could cum once more looking at him but he's suddenly vibrating and again, it worries her. "Daryl," she gasps. "Y'alright?"
"Gonna cum," he groans loudly. "Pussy's so fuckin' tight, can't get out!"
Beth jumps as he shouts and he practically sobs, raising goose bumps all over her skin. "Cum in me, s'okay. C'mon."
"Shit, fuck," he curses one after another, falling over her so that both his hands are pressing into her stomach.
She convulses as he pulls back really slowly and then glides in with gritted teeth and something about the way he's pressing all of his weight down on her belly makes her shake. Without any warning at all, she's left breathless by the orgasm that tears through her, pushing wetness between her thighs like a waterfall.
Daryl doesn't seem to be able to take it any longer because his nails curl and dig into her belly and once again he goes rock still, spilling his cum deep inside her.
Beth collapses back into the desk with barely any oxygen. "Wow."
Above her, Daryl falls down on top of her with a groan. "Fuck yeah."
With her legs still spread and him still buried inside her, the door suddenly knocks and Beth groans, knowing even before the voice comes who it is. Sure enough: "hey, Darylina! If ya done gettin' your rocks off could use some damn help out here! You too scream'a! You work 'ere now!"
"Fuck off, Merle!" They shout in unison.
There's a creak of the door and then Merle's fading voice, "man, they got that shit down to a fuckin' art."