The rest of their drive home passed remarkably quickly, Daryl thought. They didn't talk much, but neither of them seemed to feel the need to. Beth slept off and on, her head nodding up and down and side to side. Even when he spotted a tiny bit of drool around the corner of her mouth, Daryl couldn't help but think she was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. He eventually suggested to her that she lay down in the seat, and although Beth argued that it wasn't safe because she'd have to take off her seatbelt, she eventually gave in, lying down with her head resting on Daryl's thigh. He rethought suggesting it to her then, thinking maybe she'd been right about it being unsafe, although he meant it in a completely different way than she had – he wasn't sure if he could safely focus on driving with Beth's head only inches from his crotch.
As they crossed the bridge going back into Hilton Head, Beth had woken up, although she was still lying down, obviously over her fears about safety – her back was against the truck's seat and her head looked up at the ceiling. Daryl hoped she'd stay like this just a bit longer. He'd imagined that once she saw that they'd diverged from the way back to his old apartment that she'd start to ask questions. But if she couldn't see the road, couldn't see the divergence, then he could really surprise her, he thought.
And lucky for him, she was so caught up in her own world, thinking and talking out loud, about everything and nothing in particular all at once, that he was able to pull right up to their new house without her even questioning him once. A big smile spread across Daryl's face and he let Beth finish what she was saying before he laid his arm down around her waist and bent down closer to her, giving her a chaste kiss.
"We're home, baby girl" he said, smiling at her sweetly, anxious for her to sit up and see where they were.
She sat up slowly, stretching and groaning a little. It took a moment for her to realize that she was in an unfamiliar place, but once she did she turned quickly towards Daryl.
"Where are we? I thought you said we were home?" she said. She sounded very confused, but not upset, which pleased Daryl. He had been dealing with this nagging fear that this type of surprise might make Beth mad, for whatever reason – she'd been a little bit unpredictable over the last couple of days and he hoped that she wouldn't be angry with him for deciding something so major without her.
Daryl just smiled at Beth, letting a few moments pass between them as he tried to figure out the right words to tell her where they were – but he could tell that those moments only served to make Beth more and more anxious.
"Daryl?" she finally asked, her eyes widening a little as she prompted him again to answer what she'd asked.
"This is home, Beth. This is our new home." he said simply, slowly.
She seemed confused for a moment, obviously pondering over the words Daryl had just spoken.
"Whaa… What? What… what about your apartment?" she asked.
"I got rid of it… I moved us here. I wanted us to have plenty of space. I wanted us to have a fresh start. Somewhere that'd be ours together." Daryl said, reaching out for her hand, pulling it in towards his chest and holding it there, just like he'd done so many times before. Beth's face started to soften and he pulled her further into him, almost cradling her against him. "You deserve everything… and I'm gonna do everything I can to give you that" he whispered into her ear.
Beth smiled up at him and then kissed him, gently and sweetly. "You are the sweetest man…" she said through her kisses.
It took every ounce of self-control he had, but Daryl pulled away. "Let's get inside… I wanna show you everything… I wanna get you settled."
Daryl went around to the other side of the truck and got Beth out, telling her he'd come back out to get their stuff later. She was looking around in wonder, taking in all the details of the house, the big front porch, and the surrounding yard.
"Do you like it?" he asked, already knowing her response.
"It's beautiful, Daryl. Are you sure we can afford this, though? I don't make much during school and…" she started to say, but Daryl cut her off. He was standing behind her, hugging her from behind as she looked at the house.
"You don't worry about that, baby. You leave it to me to take care of you." he said. She turned a bit to look at him, a look of concern registering on her face.
"But Daryl…" Beth said.
"But nothing. Just let me take care of you, okay? I've got it. You don't need to worry about anything. Please?" Daryl said slowly, hoping his pleas would be agreeable to Beth.
She looked at him for a few moments, shaking her head, as if she couldn't believe what he was saying, or maybe wishing she could talk him out of it. But she didn't argue anymore. She finally just nodded her head, her silent agreement to Daryl's proposal. He pulled her towards the house, up the stairs onto the porch. He used his key to unlock the front door, pushing it wide open, but then turning back to Beth, blocking her access to the doorway.
"Daryl! I wanna go in… I wanna see the inside!" Beth said excitedly.
And she'd hardly gotten those words out of her mouth before he'd scooped her up, carrying her bridal style, and turned towards the doorway.
Beth squealed at her sudden loss of footing, but realized quickly what Daryl was doing. She threw her arms around his neck and giggled. "Daryl! We're not married…" she said, laughing.
"No… not yet" he responded, giving her a sly smile. "Still feels right…"
Daryl carried her through the doorway and sat her back onto her feet gently. He turned the lights on and grabbed Beth's hand, leading her through the house, going from room to room. She was so excited to see all the familiar furniture and Daryl told her about how her father had offered it to them, and had even brought it up from Georgia, helping him move and get the house set up so he could surprise her. Beth seemed shocked that he and her father had pulled off such a major surprise – and the look on her face made him happier than he thought was possible. All the time and energy and money he'd spent to make this place a true home for he and Beth had been worth it.
The last place he showed Beth was their bedroom. He ushered her in, but quickly told her he was going to get their bags. He had to take two trips, leaving Beth's bags right inside next to the door before going back out to retrieve his own. He left all the bags in the entryway, planning to come back for them later on, before going into the kitchen to get him and Beth some sodas from the refrigerator. He headed back to the bedroom, wondering if Beth was still there, straining to try to hear where she was in the house, but not hearing a sound. When he got to the doorway of the bedroom, though, he saw her, poised right in front of the bed, and completely naked.
Daryl knew he should have expected this – he'd anticipated that she'd basically assault him as soon as they got to the house. And he'd promised her, he reminded himself, earlier in the day that she could have whatever she wanted from him when they got home. And now they were home – and he wouldn't deny her anything. Not now, he thought, and not ever.
He moved towards her quickly, and almost as soon as he reached her and wrapped his arms around her, she was kissing him desperately, her mouth messy and wet as it met his. Her body was so warm, so beautiful, and Daryl felt frantic, as if he couldn't get enough of her, as if he wanted to somehow consume every part of her, every inch.
Beth unbuttoned his shirt hurriedly, her hands noticeably shaking a bit as she clawed at him, trying to remove everything that separated them. His hand wandered down her body, cupping her breasts and then eventually finding their way to her butt, with one snaking around to her womanhood, stroking a finger up and down her slit. Daryl couldn't believe how wet Beth was, maybe the most he'd ever felt before and all he wanted in that moment was to taste her.
He backed her up to the bed and laid her down there, so that her legs were still hanging over the edge. She raised her hips up, obviously so aroused that she was desperate for any touch, even just the slightest contact. He slid both of his hands down her sides and all the way down her legs, to her feet, before sliding them back up the insides of her legs, pushing her legs far apart and kissing her thighs. He finally moved his hands up to her bottom, cupping it on both sides, lowering himself down to her small mess of curls. Daryl could smell her now and it drove him wild. He licked his lips, looking up and into Beth's eyes as she writhed around, still desperate for contact.
"Baby…" he hummed, "You smell so good. I'm gonna taste you… That what you want?" He was still looking into her eyes and he could see the want in her face, just as he was sure she could see the exact same thing in his own. He'd been here before, he thought momentarily, but everything had gone horribly wrong then. Now, though, he had no real fears of that – he knew Beth wanted him and he wanted her too.
"Yeeeeeesss..." Beth moaned out and it didn't take any more reassurance for him before he was plunging his tongue down onto her, licking her from top to bottom, lapping up that delicious moisture and making her moan.
Daryl circled his tongue around her swollen clit, sucking it lightly into his mouth, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Beth was moving against his mouth and he was suddenly struck by the feeling of how intimate this was. He'd never had that kind of feeling about this with anyone else before, thinking more about the pleasure than the closeness of the connection. And for Daryl, all of a sudden, it wasn't enough. He ran one of his hands down to the back of Beth's thigh, lifting it up, opening her up further to him as he drove his tongue deep into her opening. Beth gasped and called out his name over and over and he could tell that she was right on the verge of losing control. Daryl replaced his tongue with his finger, dipping it inside of her, still licking her as he moved his finger in and out. And it didn't take long before Beth was screaming his name, contracting and cumming, arching her back as her head dug into the bed before she collapsed into a heap.
Daryl took that opportunity to take off the rest of his clothes, coming to lie down next to Beth on the bed. She looked over at him with the most satisfied look on her face, laughing for a moment.
"You've gotta be kidding me. That's what I've been missing?" Beth said, rolling over towards Daryl kissing him. She hesitated for a minute, though, pulling back and looking at Daryl, an odd look on her face. "I can… uh… taste myself." She said rather meekly.
"Yeah? Do ya like it?" Daryl asked, matter-of-factly.
"Is it weird to say it turns me on?" Beth asked.
And Daryl kissed her again. "No…" he said, his mouth against hers, smiling as he thought about what she was saying.
She pulled away from his kisses, only enough to look into his eyes. She bit her lower lip, almost seeming nervous. And then she was reaching over, taking Daryl's length into her hand and tugging upward on it.
"You keep doing that this is gonna be over before it gets started…" Daryl warned. He was unbelievably hard, which he was used to with Beth – it seemed like just being around her made him that way. But he knew that he was in dangerous territory with her looking at him the way she was, his hard cock in her sweet little hand.
"How do you want me, Daryl?" she asked, her eyes still locked on his.
Daryl let out a deep moan before speaking.
"I want you on top, baby…" he said. He never broke eye contact and she quickly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, his hardened length brushing against her hot center against. Beth spread her hands out over Daryl's chest, her head ducking down to kiss him again, just as passionately now as before. He responded hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth, wanting to taste and feel every inch of her.
It didn't take Beth long to align herself with Daryl and quickly sink herself down onto his rock hard erection. Her head fell backwards at the sensation, her back arching, and Daryl felt his arms greedily reaching for her breasts that were now pointing outwards more because of her arched back. She began to ride him then, as he carefully rubbed her breasts. She gazed down at Daryl as she quickly picked up her pace, driving herself down onto him harder and harder each time. Daryl was afraid for a moment that she was being too rough, but then he heard her gasping as he'd obviously found that secret spot deep inside her that'd make her eyes roll back into her head.
"Fuck…" he hissed out, grabbing hold of her butt and guiding them both in a steady rhythm that they both seemed to appreciate. She was gasping and panting and Daryl knew he that just the sight of her then, on top of him, riding him, moaning and sweating and chanting his name, could send him right over the edge. He snuck a hand around her hip and used his finger to rub that sweet little spot that he knew would send her over the edge. Daryl could tell how close she was – her breathing was erratic and her words almost completely incoherent.
He quickly moved, flipping them both over, never pulling out of her, and pressing Beth down into the bed so that her back is pressed into the mattress. He drove into her hard and fast, lifting both of her legs up, letting them bend over his forearms as he sought to be as far inside of her as he could. Beth came hard with a gasp, and that brought Daryl over the edge, a string of curse words falling from his mouth. Beth's legs spasmed and he laid them back down flat onto the bed before laying down beside her, pulling her into his arms, even as he panted, trying to control his breathing.
Daryl held her, her head on his chest, her arms encircling him tightly. There were a quiet few moments between them before Beth looked up at him, a mischievous smile on her face. She crawled up on top of him, kissing him, first his lips and then moving up his jaw line and finally to his ear, which she bit playfully.
"Let's do it again…" Beth whispered.
And they did.
Daryl and Beth stayed mostly in bed for the rest of the weekend. One of them would occasionally stray outside of the room to get something quickly, only to return after being gone just a few brief moments. They ordered food in, and Beth got up early on Sunday morning to make pancakes for them, which she carried on a big tray back to bed for them to eat.
Daryl hadn't ever had anyone make him breakfast in bed before and it was an unbelievable feeling, being like this with Beth. He never knew he could feel like this, never knew that he could be so at peace, so happy with someone. He quickly realized in those moments that while he and Beth had a new home to share together, she was really his home – she was the one that made him feel happy and content, not his surroundings or his living space, but her. And he knew it would always be that way, wherever she was, that'd be home.
Daryl was surprised that he didn't feel lazy spending almost the whole weekend in bed. He'd always been a person that liked doing things, liked being busy. But being like this with Beth made him not worry about the little projects around the house that needed to be taken care of, or the work paperwork that he was behind on. He was happy to just be with Beth and he hated the idea that soon Monday would come and they'd have to venture back out into the real world. He'd enjoy this while it lasted though, he thought., and he'd try to figure out when they could have this again.
They lay in bed and talked, about anything and everything. They watched movies, and even played a few hands of cards. They took a bubble bath together, and Beth gave Daryl an incredibly long full body massage. They wrestled, and laughed, and snuggled, and just enjoyed being together with each other. They napped on and off and looked at magazines together. Daryl read out loud to Beth a bit, just like he had in those weeks after the accident on the beach. And Daryl even braided Beth's hair.
And mostly, they had a whole lot of sex. Sometimes it was slow and rhythmic and sometimes it was fast and needy. They experimented and tried stuff that Daryl hadn't even really ever thought of. He knew Beth hadn't thought of some of it either, although she was the one to suggest several of the positions and he was quite surprised in her willingness and her wild imagination. She was still shy about some things, but Daryl was patient, knowing that he couldn't care less if she never felt comfortable with them – he didn't need all that, he just needed her.
He'd never had so much sex in his life as he had in that 36-hour window. At times he wasn't sure how his body was still functioning, how he somehow was able to recover from round after round, orgasm after orgasm. Even during the night, he and Beth cat napped on and off, never sleeping for more than a couple of hours at a time before waking up, hungry for one another again.
Lying in bed with Beth, talking and cuddling and making love, Daryl knew that his life would never get any better than this – and he promised himself, and promised Beth, that nothing, absolutely nothing, would ever ruin this kind of happiness for them.