I admit that there really is no point to this chapter - or to this story in general. This one is just Daryl and Beth having some smutty alone time.
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Chapter Six. Alone.
She officially had the best parents in the world – not that she doubted that but they just made it so obvious every time they offered to do something so unexpected for her.
They had gone over to the farm earlier that afternoon for an early dinner and because Hunter was in a play at school and was nervous about performing in front of an audience – even if he would never admit that out loud. Hershel and Annette volunteered to be his test audience and he recited his lines in the living room for all of them as Beth put the finishing touches on his pilgrim costume. Afterwards, Annette made chicken casserole for dinner and Hershel was playing with Abby and it was suggested that maybe they could leave the kids there for the night. It had been a while since they had spent the night and Hershel said that he was missing his grandkids.
Beth had hesitated only because she knew how much of a handful three kids – their three kids – could be. They had stayed with their parents for months when Daryl had been fixing and rebuilding the white house and Beth knew it had worn on her parents even if they would never say such a thing.
Daryl had looked at Beth and Beth had looked at Daryl and she knew he wasn't going to say anything. The kids seemed excited about it though – both Luke and Hunter exclaiming their wish - but Beth still had to think about it. It wasn't as if this was the first time the kids would ever spend the night at the farm. Her parents were the best parents and the best grandparents but – and she didn't like to think about this – but they were getting older and even she and Daryl got exhausted taking care of three children.
"It's just for one night, Bethy," Annette then said with an amused smile as if she was reading her mind.
"Alright," Beth finally nodded and the boys cheered.
The kids had a dresser full of spare clothes at their grandparents' house so they didn't have to go back for anything so after dinner, they hugged the kids goodnight and made Hunter make promises that he would behave and not drive grandma and grandpa crazy and then they got into the truck to drive back home. It was a quiet drive – just the two of them – and Beth sang softly along with the songs on the radio.
Without the kids, their white farmhouse seemed massive and slightly empty.
"I can't remember the last time we were alone like this," she said with a faint smile, standing on the bottom step of the staircase and watching as Daryl locked the front door.
He turned to look at her and she kept smiling. They stared at one another and didn't say anything and she could feel her heart drumming wildly in her chest.
What was it with Daryl Dixon that he could still give her stomach flips just by looking at her? She felt so silly around him sometimes because they had been together for quite some time now and had been through plenty together and had seen plenty of marriages between family and friends. Love didn't fade but it dulled down a little – especially after a few years. But so many times still, she looked at Daryl and still felt like that young twenty-two year old girl, running off to Atlanta with him to get married.
Daryl approached her slowly like one of his deer in the woods, his eyes never moving from her, and she felt herself unable to look away from him, her stomach twisting with anticipation because even though she didn't quite know what was going to happen, she knew it was going to be something good.
And when he suddenly grabbed her and swung her up in his arms, she shrieked and laughed even though she knew something like this was coming. She was still laughing as he carried her up the stairs and he was giving one of his rare smiles. Their bedroom was the first door at the top of the stairs and as soon as he set her down on her feet, his lips were on hers and she was tugging at his shirt and their door was wide open.
He was excited. She could tell and it wasn't just from feeling him through his jeans pressing against her. It was the way he was kissing her. Like he was going to die or lose all grip on his sanity if he didn't kiss her and taste her and make her moan. And she did moan, her fingers gripping his hair and his tongue diving in her mouth, tangling with hers. Her head was spinning and she was beginning to feel a weakness in her knees.
But then, she felt the softness of their bed beneath her and she had absolutely no idea how she had gotten there. Because not only was she on their bed now, but her shirt and bra had been taken off and tossed along the way. She really didn't remember him removing either article of clothing and she whimpered his name as he brushed his lips across a nipple. Her fingers were still tangled in his hair and she wanted to keep her eyes open but she wasn't strong enough against Daryl's warm breath and wet tongue. And then, just as quickly as he had removed her shirt and bra, his hand was suddenly in her jeans, slipping into her underwear and touching her with his fingers.
"Daryl," she moaned out.
She could hear how loud she was being in that moment and years of instinct told her to be quiet before she remembered that she and Daryl were alone. It was just the two of them in the house and their door was open and it was just as how it had been when they had first gotten married and lived in their little house in the woods. Sometimes, it felt like it was just the two of them left in the entire world and she had always felt that if that was the truth, she would be perfectly fine with that.
His fingers were moving up and down and then in and out, sliding in slowly and rubbing her from the inside and she didn't even recognize the sounds coming from her throat. But then she let out something of a whine as his hand was suddenly gone and he had stopped. It took her a moment to realize that he wasn't stopping. Just pausing. He pulled off her jeans and underwear and they received the same treatment as her bra and shirt being toss somewhere into the room. Daryl then pressed a kiss to her stomach and he moved lower, her legs being tossed over his shoulders as he settled himself between them.
She gasped when she felt his mouth and her fingers gripped his hair as if preparing to push him off because he was going down on her. He was eating her out and their bedroom door was wide open. She had to remind herself – again – that the kids weren't there and they were alone and they could do anything they wanted and no one would ever be the wiser. Well, her parents probably had some inclination as to what she and Daryl were doing with their free night away from the kids and though she knew she had awesome parents, she didn't really want to think about them right now.
Daryl worked her over with his mouth and fingers, tongue and teeth, and by the time she came, she was practically sobbing for it; moaning and gasping and chanting his name. She was still coming down, still trembling, when he laid his body over hers and his mouth found hers. She felt his body, naked and hard and pressing her down into the mattress and when he kissed her, she tasted the tangy flavor of her. She moaned against his lips and she bent her knees slightly, her inner thighs rubbing against his hips as her hands floated down his back. She kept kissing him as she felt one of his hands slip between them and seconds later, she felt the head of his cock slowly entering her, her flesh parting open for him as his hips pushed him forward.
His lips moved from hers only so he could groan softly and her back arched slightly as she let out a whimper, her nails digging into his skin. For as frenzied as it had been getting themselves to this point, it was slow now. Daryl took his time thrusting inside of her, rocking her body with his, holding her tightly because that was what they had. Time. They didn't have to worry about hurrying in case a kid woke up and interrupted and they didn't have to worry about their creaky bed or Beth's sharp cries that would escape her every few minutes. It was just them in their big empty house and no one around for miles.
His pace was steady and she moved her body beneath his, her hips meeting his thrusts and she moaned each time he entered her because he may have chosen a slow speed but he was filling her completely each time and she was so full with him, she felt like all she could do was hold onto him and moan for more.
Daryl lowered his head, finding her nipples again because if he knew Beth liked one thing, it was having her breasts played with. He didn't know if all women had incredibly sensitive nipples but sometimes, all he had to do was suck on them or even just flick them and she would be screaming for him.
And now, it definitely pushed her closer to that edge. He could feel her getting wetter, tighter, squeezing herself around him and clenching him as if she wanted his cock to break off inside of her. He lifted his mouth and gritted his teeth and pounded into her at a slightly quickened speed. If she was going to fall apart, he wanted to be right there with her. And the way she kept moaning his name and pleading with him to keep going and the way she was so tight and getting even tighter around him, he had no idea how he had already lasted for as many minutes as he had.
Beth wondered if she had actually blacked out because one minute, every nerve in her body was exploding and the next minute, Daryl was lying on top of her, panting and his own body shaking with slight trembles. They laid there with their skin covered in a sheen layer of sweat sticking together and both of them were panting heavily.
"Oh god," she was finally able to say, breathless and soft, and he snickered against her neck. He lifted his head and she ran her fingers through his hair, slightly damp with sweat. "What was that?" She asked, looking up into his eyes.
"Did you like it?" He asked and it was so amazing to her that he had gotten so confident in bed when they were making love but seconds after, he slid right back into doubting himself over every little thing.
"Did I like it?" She echoed with a faint smile. "I'm tempted to ask my parents if they can watch the kids for the entire week."
He smirked a little at that. "Damn, girl. 'm not a machine."
Slowly, he extracted his body from hers and he rolled over onto his back beside her, not wanting to crush her. Beth rolled onto her side, facing him, and her hand slid over his stomach, feeling his abs and the hair dusting there. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, moving in closer and Daryl lifting his arm and slipping it around her so her body could be pressed against his side. They laid there for a few minutes, the bedroom glowing orange with the setting sun and the last of the birds singing their songs until night.
She let out a breathless giggle and lifted her head from his shoulder, smiling at him, her eyes twinkling and seeing her like that, it made him smile a little, too.
"What?" He asked, his fingers playing with the end strands of her long hair.
"We're lying on our bed, above the covers and completely naked with our bedroom door wide open. A girl could get used to this," she smiled at him.
"Kids will be back tomorrow," he felt the need to point out to her as if she had forgotten.
"Why did we decide to have kids?" Beth asked, the lightness in her tone obvious.
He shrugged the shoulder she wasn't resting against. "Got tired of buyin' condoms."
She burst out laughing at that and he broke out into a grin, too. She dropped her face to his chest and pressed it there, her body still shaking, and he wrapped his other arm around her now, holding her in both, his lips resting to the top of her head. Even of smelling like sweat and sex, she smelled like her usual sweetness, too, and he inhaled her deeply.
"I want some ice cream," Beth then said, lifting her head and looking at him. "Do we have any ice cream or did we give it all to the kids?"
"Want me to go check?" He offered.
Beth shook her head and stretched herself up, pressing her lips to his. "Stay. I'll go."
He smiled a little and settled himself back against the pillows as Beth slipped from the bed and began looking around the floor. She found her underwear and his shirt, pulling them both on, and she gave him one last smile from over her shoulder before she left the bedroom, knowing how much he loved watching her walk away.
She came back a few minutes later with a tub of butter pecan ice cream and two spoons. Daryl had slipped beneath the covers now, sitting up against the headboard, and Beth smiled, crawling back in beside him. She handed him one of the spoons and kissed his bare shoulder again before suddenly bringing her leg over his, straddling him and sitting in his lap, facing him. He smiled a little, his hands resting on her thighs, and watching as she pried the lid of the ice cream tub open and she happily dug her spoon in. The collar of his shirt had slipped down, exposing one of her shoulders and instead of the ice cream, he leaned in and licked the patch of pale skin teasing him. She giggled then and leaned in towards him.
"Mmmm," she moaned around the spoon as the cold ice cream slid down her throat and his mouth was warm and wet against her skin and she couldn't help but press herself down against him.
"Watch it," he growled against her throat, his hands gripping her thighs.
"What am I doing?" She asked innocently with her wide eyes and sweet smile. He only smirked though and she giggled. She ate another spoonful of ice cream and then turned her head, pressing her cold lips to his temple. "I can cool you down," she offered.
He growled again. "Don't you dare," he said and she let out a shriek when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and flipped her over onto her back.
"Daryl!" She laughed. "The ice cream!" She was still holding the tub and her spoon and Daryl pressed himself on top of her, his mouth going back to the side of her throat.
"You gonna keep eatin' that?" He asked as she dug in for another spoonful.
"Yep," she smiled and he snickered. "What happened to your spoon?"
"Don't really care," he said, his lips trailing down towards her collarbone.
"Do you care if I keep eating?" She asked him and that made him lift his head. He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow and she smiled, taking another scoop and putting it in her mouth. Without a word, he lowered his mouth and kissed her. And when he pulled back, he had a little bit of ice cream in his mouth now, too.
"Nah, I don't care," he smirked a little. "'m not threatened by a tub of butter pecan."
"And that's why you're a real man," she teased, smiling, before taking another spoonful and he lowered his head back down, his lips meeting hers again. "Hey," she said softly, having just thought of something. He looked at her and smirked a little when she took her spoon and offered it to him. He opened his mouth and she fed him the ice cream. "With the kids gone tonight, I'm thinking we're finally able to properly christen these rooms."
"What do you mean?" Daryl asked with a slightly furrowed brow.
Beth just looked at him though and pursed her lips together before she burst out with giggling. It took him another moment and then realization dawned on his face and the tips of his ears turned red as they always did.
"Oh," he said. She dug her spoon back into the tub and he kept his eyes watching her. "Wanna start with the kitchen?" He asked.
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