Beth has never met someone who makes her want to explode.

Daryl does. Explode into a thousand glittering shards of dangerous glass, shooting through the air until they embed themselves into the walls with twangs of satisfaction. His skin on her body can make her warm in even the coldest of winters as fire burns through her stomach and down her legs, between them.

He's managed to push up her leather jacket and t-shirt, his big hot palm on her quivering belly, his coarse fingertips reaching up to tease at the edge of her plain black bra, digging underneath to the soft breasts the cups hide. God, he could drive her to the edge of sanity by not really touching her at all.

It's just not fair. Everywhere he touches sparks sensation, not one place on her body immune to the power of his bare skin. Even her fucking elbow makes her gasp when it nudges into him. She's a hot mess and Daryl must be feeling the heat too because he's tugging at her jacket, fighting with it down the length of her arms.

"Daryl," she gasps. "We're right in front of the glass."

He only hums into her throat, where his lips have settled after detaching from her mouth. She's gasping, helping him even as she argues their lack of coverage, her hips straining up into his.

"We gotta stop," he gasps, but stopping doesn't seem to be an option.

Beth snatches his head up and crashes their lips together, moaning into his open mouth when he dips his tongue in and tastes every inch of her he can. "Let's go home, c'mon," she groans.

"Yeah," he murmurs, pulling away again, nodding before growling with lust blown eyes. "But I can't keep my hands off'a you."

She shrieks as he picks her up, her heavy leather jacket slapping against the floor as her legs wind around his waist. He swings her towards the bar, shoving her ass on the edge and bending his head to the hollow at her throat, biting and licking her skin. Her eyes roll into the back of her skull as her arms stretch back, gripping the bar for support.

The world could be falling apart and she doesn't think she could convince him to stop. The roof could lift, the doors could tear off their hinges and every fucking window around could shatter because she doesn't give one flying fuck. Her ass slides down as her head falls back, her parted thighs colliding with Daryl's straining zipper.

He hisses and when he grabs her waist and throws her over in the air, Beth can't even scream she's so breathless. Her hands slam into the bar, her head flying up and looking into the mirror over it, finding herself bent over the hard wood and Daryl like a looming wolf in the shadows, his back highlighted by the street light outside the glass doors.

Her jeans loosen and threaten to fall off her hips but Beth throws her hand back to latch onto Daryl's wrist, trying to slow his eager hand. "Anyone could see us," she breathes, chest heaving. "We need to go home. Please, I missed you so bad. Please."

His head drops between her shoulder blades, the wrist she's squeezing tight moving so his hand rests on the swell of her ass inside her jeans, flush against her panties. Beth heaves in gasping breaths, trying to make the room stay still again but at a complete loss as to how. Just a minute, that's all she needs and then they'll get up, get in the car and go home to fuck like rabbits.

Except she forgot how damn eager Daryl is and at the exact same time he whispers, "I can't wait," he pushes aside her panties and buries his thick fingers inside her.

Beth screams, going up on her toes and scrabbling at the bar. "Fuck! Daryl!"

"Yes!" He hisses and she likes it so damn much she screams his name again. "Shit, Beth, fuck!"

His hand is gonna fall off after this because the ferocious speed he puts into fingering her over the bar makes Beth's cunt clamp down and her body shake like she's having an epileptic fit. She cums there and then, drenching his hand and splashing something wet and thick against the bar stool behind them when Daryl stands to the side.

His hand is soaking wet when he slaps her ass and she jolts over the bar an inch, a scream trapped in her throat. His hands haul her back and hastily pull up her jeans and panties before he presses a rough, spine-tingling kiss on her hair and then growls into her ear, "get your stuff. We're goin'."

"Where?" She asks stupidly as she wobbly steps towards her discarded jacket.

Daryl rearranges himself in his pants with a wince as he snaps keys into his palm with his other hand. "Your place. S'closer an' I'm gonna bust a fuckin' nut if I smell your cunt on my fingers without summin' to distract me. Fuck."

The last word is brutal, churned between his teeth and spat out, his eyes closing as his fingers raise to his lips and lick. She melts. Blue eyes fly open scary and hard, bright as diamonds and the growl that tears from his chest actually makes her jump.

"Get in the fuckin' car, now."

She has no idea how they make it home. How they even survived. Daryl drove like his life depended on it, hurtling down country lanes and back roads to avoid the main swell of traffic, her hand in his pants pumping at his cock and teasing the head with her thumb until he shoved his hips into her fist and hoarsely scraped out, "stop, stop, stop. You gotta fuckin' stop."

There isn't a thing he's ever said before that could top how sexy the desperation in his voice was, the strain in his hips as he simultaneously sought her touch and recoiled from it to fight his own steam lining orgasm. Her panties are fucking ruined and by the time the truck wheels screech into her apartment complex car park, Beth is actually dizzy with arousal.

There are gates around the whole complex so it's not like just anyone can get in, but Beth still protests when Daryl doesn't lock up behind him and instead grips her arm and steers her at a brisk march to the front doors. Excitement pounds heavy and intoxicating in her system, burning like whiskey in her stomach.

They trip over each other at her front door where she scrambles to get the right key, his big, hot body looming behind her, mouth descending to her neck the minute they fall over the threshold, her own hands tearing her jacket down her arms. Daryl's hands grip at her t-shirt and nearly tears it with the haste he uses to get it off her body.

Oh, God. Calm down. Breathe. Fuck, shit. Jesus. Calm down. She's so lost in this gorgeous man she's tripping all over the place: her coffee table, the edge of the sofa and her own laces until they end up sprawled over the back of the sofa, where she tripped and he tried to save her, the rim digging sharp and unforgiving into her hip.

A moan spills between her lips and she presses her ass back, grinding it against Daryl's raging cock. He grunts into her ear, his hands on her waist and turning her. "Stand there."

She watches in dazed confusion as he walks the perimeter of the sofa and sits down like he's just gonna switch the TV on. Confusion mixes in with the cocktail of raging hormones she's drowning in until he tips his head back and barks, "get it all off. Get on my face."

Beth's knees give out and she wobbles, her hand resting on the sofa loosely as she keeps herself up. Jesus Christ. Her fingers are shaky and unsteady as she tugs at her jean button and zipper, shimming them down her legs as well as her shoes, turning so her ass is to the back of Daryl's head. She's a little distracted by the state of her apartment. She got back late last night and dumped everything she had on her.

It's been weeks since she cleaned and she mentally vows to go in on the cobwebs clustering the corners of her open plan living/kitchen area tomorrow. Only if she can keep her hands off Daryl, that is. Pulling her attention back to the present, she swallows as the cold apartment licks at her bare legs and pussy, shivering lightly. It's almost too much cold but her heart is racing and her blood pumping thick and fast, so she's managing.

"Daryl, how'd I do this?" Beth asks as she props both hands on the edge like she's gonna hoist herself up. Lifting her ass, she gets ready to jump, saying, "don't lemme f-"

The words cut off in a scream as Daryl's arms raise, his hands gripping her hips from behind and lifting her, first up and then back so her pussy settles right over his face. Beth gasps, spreading her legs to make room for her hands on the rim either side of his head, gripping on in such a way she has to keep a conscious effort and hunch her back.

Vibrations against her cunt make her moan and it tangles with Daryl's, her neck flopping back at the orchestra their pleasured gasps make together. The air already smells like sex and all he's done is slick her panties to the side, allowing her swollen pussy lips to release the scent of her cum into the air.

She can taste it on her tongue and it's so damn erotic she agitatedly twirls her hips, the movement forcing her lower lips to glide over Daryl's. A choked gasp wrangles out of her throat, her nails digging into the fabric sofa.

"Oh God!"

Daryl doesn't answer in words, instead using actions. His hands squeeze her ass cheeks from behind, his lips nuzzling aside her panties, tongue poking out to press between her swollen pussy lips. Beth gasps, head falling and hanging between her shoulders as her belly jumps with pleasure. She's so damn close already. How the hell does he do this to her?

Both of her legs spasm over the edge of the sofa as she bites down on her lower lip, lost in his mouth working between her legs, slow and luxurious, lapping at her juices. With him, she grinds her hips, eyes squeezed shut as she loses herself in him and the dirty things he mumbles against the apex of her thighs, his hands and fingers so eager on her ass cheeks, squeezing like he can't get enough.

"Taste so fuckin' good, Beth," he grumbles from down low, the words a little distorted by her cunt smothering him.

Beth bites down on her lip even harder, her eyes opening to look down at him. All she can see if the top of his head, eyes and nose because he's so damn eager his whole mouth is working her up, alternating between lips sucking on her clit and tongue riding her slit so he can fuck into her cunt. She lets loose a sound that has an edge of disappointment because he's lost the orgasm he was helping her rush to.

Maybe they should slow down. They have all night and hopefully a lot more time after that, if he'll forgive her for being such an ass and take her back. God, she's missed him so damn much and sitting here on his face, his mouth worshipping between her legs makes her eyes bead with tears. It's been so long and it's overwhelming, drawing her in until it's right there.

"Daryl," she breathes. "Shit."

Orgasm number two teases her pussy walls and they flex in warning around his tongue. His hands clench tight on her thighs, leaving her ass now and his fingers digging into her flesh so fucking hard it's exactly what tips her over the edge. The tightrope of pleasure and pain is something so uniquely amazing and devastating that Beth actually pitches forward, rocketing off of Daryl's face before she fully experiences the whole thing.

Her cunt screams with outrage at the cut off of sensation and tears bead in her eyes again as she stands on trembling knees, chest gallivanting. Her eyesight isn't quite with her either and Daryl is a dark blur as he tears down his own pants and frees his cock, hand brutal and tight around the base of his thick shaft like he's already starving off an orgasm. Could be true, since she worked him with her hand the whole way home.

"Come on girl, come finish what you fuckin' started."

Beth's not sure she can actually move or if she wants to, for that matter. The view is so good from here, her eyes taking in his quivering belly and his bulging biceps, but she can't see his face and this bothers her so she stumbles around the sofa and climbs onto his lap. Really there's nothing for her to do because Daryl's doing it all for her.

His hands snatch her up and hover her over his dick. She licks her lips, her eyes focusing a little more as she straddles him. Just the head of him makes a shiver roll down her spine and she knows she won't be able to cum again. She's so far past the point of sensitive it's a joke. There is such a thing as too much sensation and she knows Daryl understands when she winces lowering down on him.

"You okay?" He whispers. "You wanna stop?"

She lies her head into the crook of his neck and slowly pumps her hips as he pumps his. "No, this is good," she whispers.

It is good. Warm, tingling, drowsy good and she's lulling in it, her head lolling on his shoulder as he cups the back of her neck and the curve of her spine, gliding in and out of her like her cunt was made to fit his cock.

"You fallin' sleep on me girl? S'it time for me to finally say m'too shit old for this?"

She giggles and it makes him tense, flex and pause before he glides a little deeper, hitting something that makes her eyes bead and a gasp to get strangled in her throat, catching her inner thighs, the pain so tender it becomes something else entirely.

"S'real damn good Daryl, my body can't take it," she murmurs honestly, curling into his chest.

He hums, sliding his fingers through her hair with the same patient slowness as he slides in and out of her. "You're tired though. Ain't surprised. Could barely keep up with ya."

This makes her frown and she pauses a second to lean back and show her confusion. "What'du mean?"

A flush paints his cheeks but bizarrely it's not because he's balls deep inside her. "I been comin', Beth. To every show."

This revelation takes a minute. It's not like it wasn't her who always sent him and Merle tickets but she was always told they weren't used.

"But… the tickets, you never…" she trails off because he's still slowly pumping into her and it's maddening trying to speak.

He groans, eyes closing and head tipping back, body flexing as he fucks a little harder. "Bought my own. Merle come to."

"Why didn't you… ah… ever tell me?" She pants, balancing her hands on his chest.

A growl rumbles beneath her hands and she feels the urgency in his thrusts with such excitement she nearly passes out.

"Didn't want you to know. Wanted you to have… Christ… what you wanted."

Beth gasps and bounces hard on his cock until he curses and forgets about speaking, slamming up into her now and using her cunt like his own personal sex toy. Nothing turns her on more and she has a steady stream of startled cries lined up every time he presses deep and then swirls his hips just to be cruel.

Just when she thinks he's gonna cum, the sweat riding his forehead and cheekbone, he opens his eyes and pins her with fiery blue. "I made this damn scrapbook. Every show. I've been with you the whole way, girl."

Tears more than bead in her eyes, they threaten to actually spill and all she can say in an achy, throat tightened voice is, "I love you."

It's so fierce and certain, no room for argument and it could be the end for the man she's fell head over heels for because he throws his hips up, head back and roars, hips slamming into her but then he squeezes his eyes closed and stops. Beth breathes deeply, taking the time now to pull her t-shirt over her head.

When she appears again, she asks, "what's wrong?"

Daryl swallows and wraps his hands around her hips, pulling her in closer and pressing at an angle that takes her breath away. "Don't want it to end."

She frowns, settling back and leaning to catch his gaze. "This ain't the end, right?"

He laughs under his breath, reaching up to smooth the frown out of her brow, his hips stopping and cock resting inside her. "What you think I am? The type for goodbye sex? I don't wanna cum this quick but your pussy keeps clutchin' an' I ain't gonna hold."

Beth blushes, like this is the first time he's ever said something filthy to her. "Oh."

Daryl rolls his eyes, his fingers riding her sides and ribs, leaving her mouth slightly gaped in anticipation as his fingers reach her bra strap and work together to undo it. The fabric squeezes tighter for a beat before it releases, falling down her arms and getting trapped between hers and Daryl's chest. Her nipples are hard the instant he pulls back to take the bra away and he hums at the sight at them, fingertips rough with callouses as they pluck and stroke.

Beth's throat tightens as the sharp pleasure runs the length of her body and pools into her cunt, squeezing Daryl where he's buried. He groans and leisurely pumps his hips until Beth groans back at him, his fingers still rolling her nipples while she gets more balance on her knees and starts to ride him. The pace is gentle but breathtakingly deep and she can barely make any sounds at all.

That is, until he strokes something so goddamn beautiful just behind her clit that she bursts out with, "don't stop, please!"

Daryl growls and grabs her thighs, flipping her as she turns so her ass lands in the seat of the sofa and he's looming over her, his one hand braced on the back of it and his free one holding her hip, tilting them up as he plunges deep in her pussy, her hips crying out in delicious agony. Beth lets her head hang loose and her jaw too, her mouth open as she moans in an unbroken reel, her own hand reaching down to rub at her clit.

It's a fucking mess down there and when Daryl's cock nudges into her fingers she just loses it, her hands flying up to dig her nails into his shoulders. He makes a sound like nothing he's ever made before, going still over her and she can actually feel his dick swelling with cum for a nano second before he spills deep inside her, head curving into her neck. Beth rubs the last of her orgasm out, lifting her legs high and wrapping them around his hips with a satisfied sigh.

They bask in it for a moment and Beth doesn't wanna ruin it but she can't help but ask, "what now?"

Sex won't answer all those things they need to talk about but Daryl knows that, she shouldn't underestimate him because he answers into the curve of her neck, "ain't got a clue. What I do know?" He cuddles her close, lips to her forehead. "We'll work it out, together."

Beth smiles and curls tight around him. "Let's do something tonight."

He pulls away to look at her, fingers stroking through her hair. "You wanna go out?"

She grins, an idea striking. "Let's go back to the club. Tonight, I just wanna dance with you."

Daryl laughs, a deep throaty one that makes her cheeks hurt with the smile pulling at them. "Only if you dance just for me when we get home."

Beth flexes her legs around his waist. "I'll even play our song."

I can't actually believe this is the last chapter for TIWDFY. All I can say is thank you, thank you, thank you. Every comment, favourite, follow, kudos, bookmark and review is the reason I wrote this thing at all, let alone kept going. You guys are fucking amazing.