For all of you who have been patiently awaiting delicious Bethyl smut, this chapter is for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I need to go take a cold shower . . .

Enjoy! ;)

Beth leant down and pointed to some tracks in the dirt. She looked to Daryl, who was close behind her.

"Rabbit, right?" she asked.

Daryl nodded. "See if you can follow it."

Beth cautiously proceeded forward, quite conscious of how close Daryl was behind her. It would be so easy to stop in her tracks and grind her ass back into him. She blinked hard and tried to concentrate on following the indentations in the soil. It had been her idea for him to keep teaching her how to track, so she should really be focusing on the task at hand.

It had now been five days since Beth had managed to get Daryl to admit he wanted something more with her. In that five days, he was doing much better with innocent displays of affection, and he was even starting to initiate some kisses. However, Daryl still hadn't allowed things to go past chaste kissing. He had hardly even kissed her with tongue, and Beth knew he was trying as hard as he possibly could to hold back. She could feel how tense he became when they got close. His muscles tightened up, and the tension in his very aura was palpable. But still he kept his hands off her body and stopped things when she tried to become more passionate.

Beth Greene had never known what it was like to feel truly sexually frustrated until now. She was constantly distracted with fantasies of Daryl pinning her to the nearest tree or wall and having his way with her. She throbbed between her legs almost every time she looked at him. It was driving her crazy. She had never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted Daryl.

She heard Daryl muttering something indiscernible behind her, his gravelly voice making a shiver run down her spine. She imagined how it would feel if he suddenly pulled her against his chest and ran his hands over her body, his erection grinding against her backside. She almost moaned aloud at the thought.

"Where you goin'?" Daryl's voice startled Beth out of her fantasy.

"Uh . . . what?"

"Tracks go this way," Daryl said with a frown. "Damn girl, where's your mind today?"

Beth felt a blush creep up her cheeks and tried to force a smile.

"Sorry. I'm just . . . distracted."

Daryl rolled his eyes and moved past her. "Why don't you let me take the lead? We need to catch this thing. Storm's comin'."

"How can you tell?" Beth asked, looking up at the sky, which was mostly clear.

"You haven't noticed the wind pickin' up? Or how the temperature has dropped in the past twenty minutes?"

Beth shrugged, looking up and noticing the way the trees were indeed swaying more strongly than before, and the chill that had suddenly appeared in the air. She squinted in the direction the wind was coming from and, sure enough, she saw dark clouds in the distance.

"You really have been distracted today," Daryl muttered, continuing on in hopes of catching the rabbit before the storm hit.

Beth followed behind him and tried her hardest not to think of doing naughty things with Daryl and instead tried to focus on following the tracks and keeping her footsteps quiet. After a short while Daryl held up a hand to stop her, pointing silently to the large rabbit that sat in front of them about thirty feet away. Daryl slowly raised his crossbow and aimed carefully. When he released the bolt, it sailed through the air and hit its target perfectly. Daryl grinned and stood to collect his kill.

"All right, now that we've got dinner, we better get back."

Beth nodded and turned around to head back to the cabin. The light from the setting sun was shining on the approaching dark clouds and making them look darker and more eerie. The wind started to pick up more force as they walked, and Beth could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. The clouds were rapidly closing in on them, and Beth could just see the cabin in the distance when the skies began to open, first a few fat raindrops and then suddenly hundreds falling on them within a few seconds. Beth gave a little shriek and began to run toward the cabin with Daryl on her heels.

By the time they reached the screened in porch, both of them were soaked through. They hurried inside and closed the door behind them as the rain and wind intensified. Beth giggled as she looked at Daryl with his wet hair drooping around his face. He smirked at her and swept his wet hair out of his eyes, tossing the rabbit onto the kitchen counter.

"We should have headed out earlier in the day," he said. "I thought we could make it back before the rain."

"We almost did," Beth grinned at him.

She shuffled over to him and pulled him into a wet hug. Beth stood on her tip toes and brought her lips to Daryl's. He kissed her back softly, keeping his arms wrapped around her. Images of each of them stripping each other of their wet clothing flashed through Beth's mind, and she kissed him deeper, her lower body grinding into his just slightly. Daryl's hands dropped to her waist, and Beth almost thought he was about to slip his hands beneath her shirt, but instead he gently pushed her away.

"We should change outta these wet clothes," he muttered gruffly.

Beth sighed and resisted the urge to scream in frustration. She didn't want to pressure Daryl into doing something he didn't want to do, but Beth had needs, needs that he was refusing to even consider meeting. She realized that Daryl had only recently started thinking of her as a woman rather than a girl, but she wished he would treat her like one. Otherwise, Beth was likely to go crazy.

She said nothing to him and walked away into the bedroom to change. She peeled the wet clothes from her body, including her bra and underwear. She stood naked in front of the dresser, almost hoping that Daryl would walk in at that very moment. Beth quickly pulled on the pair of white lace panties and opted to wear the oversized flannel that she had begun to love wearing as her sleep shirt. She buttoned up the flannel and grabbed a pair of pants and a plain white undershirt for Daryl to wear while his clothes dried.

"These are going to be too big for you, but they'll have to do," she said as she went back out into the living room with the clothes in hand.

"Thanks," Daryl said as he accepted the clothing.

"Hey, you know what? You should let me wash your clothes. Since you need to get out of them anyway. They're absolutely filthy and in desperate need of a wash," Beth suggested.

Daryl nodded. He couldn't deny that his clothes were quite dirty. It had been ages since they had been washed. He set the dry clothes on the couch and looked to Beth, almost if he expected her to leave so he could change. When she stayed put, he sighed and reluctantly pulled his shirt and vest from his head. Beth bit her lip and tried not to stare at his bare chest. It was the first time she had seen him shirtless, and it was doing nothing to quell her fantasies of him. Her eyes traveled down his body to his waist, where his hands unfastened his pants and tugged them down. He stepped out of them and stood before her in only his boxers. He cleared his throat at her and she blinked, realizing that she had been obviously staring. She blushed and quickly headed into the bathroom to start filling the tub to wash the laundry. The heat in the pit of her stomach from the sight of Daryl nearly naked was driving her insane.

A few moments later, Daryl appeared in the bathroom door with his dirty clothes in hand. The dry clothing was definitely too big and hung loosely on him, but it would do. Beth took the wet clothes from him and tossed them into the bathtub. She stepped around him without a word and went to retrieve some of her own clothing to wash and the bar of laundry soap. Daryl watched her moving about with a concentrated expression on his face.

"I've been thinkin'," he said suddenly as Beth knelt down to begin scrubbing the clothing.

"About what?"

"About how long we should stay here."

Beth looked up, worried he would say that they should move on soon. They had been at the cabin for about two weeks, but she wasn't anywhere near ready to move on. Living in the cabin with Daryl had made her the happiest she had been since before they had lost the prison, and she didn't want to give it up yet.

"How long do you want to stay?" Beth asked softly.

Daryl shrugged. "I know finding our people is still important to you. But the fact is that winter will be here soon, and this cabin . . . it's a pretty good thing for us. It's a roof over our heads, and the fireplace and the wood stove can keep us warm. We've got an all right defense system in place, and as long as no big herds pass through, I think that'll hold us just fine."

Beth nodded in agreement, hoping this was going where she thought it was.

"Are you saying you think we should stay here for the winter?"

"I wanna know what you think," Daryl said. "But yeah. I think it could be a good idea."

"Me too," Beth said quickly. "I mean, I think it's a good idea."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I like it here. Living here with you makes me happy," Beth said with a smile, and Daryl returned the gesture.

"Me too."

Beth felt a warmth in her chest. She was relieved that they wouldn't be leaving the cabin anytime soon. She would get to continue having Daryl to herself for a while, and she loved the sound of that. She turned back to the laundry in the tub with a smile on her face.

"I'll go roast up that rabbit while you do this," Daryl offered, and Beth nodded in agreement. She was willing to play house like this with Daryl for as long as he would let her.

The rain continued to come down outside throughout the night, and Beth grew sleepy as she read one of her books by the fire. Daryl was working on crafting new arrows from wood, and the steady sound of his knife shaving along the wood was slowly lulling her into sleepiness. They had eaten a good meal and had spent an hour or two relaxing by the fire while the storm raged outside. Beth wondered if the storm would rile up the walkers, but so far they hadn't had any incidents, and Beth hoped things would remain that way.

"I'm gonna go to bed," Beth said, standing from the couch and stretching. She noticed Daryl glance at her thighs when her flannel rode up, but he quickly averted his eyes.

"I'll be in in a little while," he muttered. "Wanna finish a few more arrows."

"Okay."

Beth leaned toward him and placed an innocent kiss on his lips before shuffling away into the bedroom. She closed the door partway so that she could still hear the rhythmic sound of Daryl's knife sliding across the wood as he worked and fell onto the bed. She closed her eyes, but instead of falling asleep, her mind once again began to race with images of Daryl naked and inside her. She imagined what it would feel like to have his rough hands on her skin while he made love to her, and she throbbed between her legs again. Beth sighed in frustration. She listened to make sure she could still hear Daryl working in the living room before slipping her hand into her panties and finding her throbbing center.

She began rubbing circles on her clit, closing her eyes and imagining that Daryl was on top of her and running his cock against her slit before sliding inside. She bit her lip and imagined that he had her hands pinned above her head. Her fingers worked her clit faster as she pictured Daryl's dick sliding in and out of her and fucking her hard. She let loose a small moan at the thought, and the sound suddenly brought her back to the present. She opened her eyes and saw with a start that Daryl was standing in the doorway watching her, frozen to the spot and his mouth open in shock. Beth gasped in surprise; she hadn't even heard him come in.

"S-sorry," Daryl stammered, immediately turning to flee back to the living room.

"Wait!" Beth called out, withdrawing her hand from her panties and sitting up abruptly. "Please don't go."

Beth could see Daryl's jaw tighten as he looked to the floor, rooted to the spot.

"Please," she said again, reaching out for him.

Daryl slowly moved to the edge of the bed and stood staring down at her. Beth rose to her knees to be level with him and moved close to him. She knew her skin was flushed, but she could also feel the heat coming from Daryl's skin. His eyes were dark, and the blue of his eyes was being overtaken by his dilated pupils. Beth reached for him and pulled him close to her, leaning her forehead against his.

"Touch me," she whispered. "Please, Daryl."

Beth could feel how tense he was, and he slowly raised his arms and ran his fingers through her hair. He tentatively pressed his lips against hers, kissing her softly for several moments. His kisses slowly grew more passionate, and Beth could feel his grip gradually tightening on her hair. Suddenly, it was as if a dam inside him broke. His body melted against hers, his kisses suddenly possessive and rough. Beth moaned into the kiss, and a low growl emerged from deep in his throat. Beth pulled Daryl down on top of her on the bed, his lips still dominating hers with bruising force.

Beth ground her lower body into Daryl's, causing his kiss to become even more aggressive. He moved to lay beside her and ran his calloused fingertips along the smooth skin of her thighs. His touch wandered under the flannel, and Beth felt a surge of heat when his hand palmed one of her small breasts, giving it a soft squeeze. She quickly fumbled with the buttons on her flannel and tore them open, exposing herself to him. She shrugged out of the sleeves and lay before him in only her panties. Daryl began kissing down her neck and chest, his facial hair scratching her skin, and Beth let out a small moan when his kisses reached her breasts. He pulled one of her small hardened nipples into his mouth and ran his tongue over it, while at the same time running a rough hand down her body and slipping it beneath the waistband of her panties. He slid his fingers over her slit, feeling how wet she was, before roughly tugging the panties down her legs and throwing them to the floor.

Beth slipped her hands under Daryl's shirt and began tugging it upwards, feeling the need to even the score since she was now completely naked next to him. Daryl removed his mouth from her breasts to allow her to tear the shirt over his head, and then he brought his lips back to hers. His hand slid down her body and between her legs, and Beth gave a shuddering gasp into the kiss as he slid one finger inside her. He slowly moved his finger in and out a few times before sliding her wetness up to her clit, where he began moving his fingertip in small, tight circles, using her juices as lubrication. Beth felt as though her entire body was buzzing from his touch, and she began to grow lightheaded as Daryl continued to circle her swollen nub. She felt the pleasure beginning to build as his ministrations continued, periodically dipping his finger back inside her for more lubrication. Beth broke from the kiss and threw her head back, unable to contain her breathy moans as Daryl brought her closer to her release. Finally, she reached her peak, the pleasure exploding between her legs. Daryl pressed down hard on her clit as she rode out her orgasm, waves of dizziness now overcoming her.

As soon as she felt that she could breathe again, Beth's hands urgently tore at Daryl's pants. She unfastened them and quickly tugged them down, and Daryl assisted her, kicking off the pants and leaving him now just as naked as she. Her eyes took in the sight of his erection, and she immediately noticed that he was quite a bit larger than Zach had been, which gave her a bit of a thrill. She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and slowly moved her hand up and down a few times, enjoying the look on Daryl's face as she gripped him. He didn't allow her to grasp him for long however, and he soon seized her wrist and pressed both of her hands above her head, pinning both wrists easily with one hand. He moved himself between her legs and stared down at her, the intensity of his expression filling Beth with anticipation and need.

Daryl aligned himself with her entrance. He maintained eye contact with her as he slowly slid inside her, filling her all the way to the hilt. Beth felt herself stretching to accommodate him, but the feeling was amazing. He let out a long breath once he was completely sheathed inside her.

"God, Beth, you're so fuckin' tight," he groaned.

He allowed her a moment to adjust to him before slowly starting to move, withdrawing himself almost to the tip before slowly pushing back in. He released her hands and Beth buried them in his hair, crashing her lips to his as he slowly moved inside her. She had never felt so filled, so complete, and she began to raise her hips to meet his as he moved. Daryl began to increase his pace, and he began to thrust into her with more force. Beth moaned each time he hit a sweet spot deep inside her, a spot that she hadn't known existed until now. He placed a hand under her ass and lifted her up slightly, allowing him to fuck her even deeper than before. Beth felt a pressure building inside her as he pounded into her.

"Don't stop," she commanded as the pressure continued to build.

Daryl increased his pace again, his cock hitting that delicious spot inside her over and over. Beth felt herself on the precipice of orgasm, her toes curling and her eyes squeezing shut. After a few more thrusts, Beth's climax exploded, sending waves of intense pleasure radiating from her center throughout her entire body. She felt her walls clenching tight around him as she came, and another wave of dizziness washed over her. Before she could even come down from her orgasm, Daryl pulled out of her and finished on her belly.

Beth panted in an attempt to catch her breath. Daryl grabbed the white undershirt he had been wearing and used it to wipe his cum from her stomach, his own breathing just as labored as hers. He flung the shirt to the floor and collapsed beside her on the bed. Beth realized that they hadn't used a condom, but at that moment, she didn't care. Her ears were ringing and her body felt as though it were humming.

"Oh my god, Daryl," she panted. "That was . . . I don't even have words for how amazing that was."

Daryl smirked at her and propped himself up on his elbow to look at her.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"God no," Beth shook her head. "In fact, that was the first time I've ever . . . you know . . . during sex."

Daryl frowned at her. "Zach never . . .?"

She shook her head. "No. I mean, he got me off in other ways, but until now, I never actually came inside like that. I didn't think I could. Cosmo said some women can't, and I just assumed . . ."

Daryl exhaled and shook his head at her. "You sure you're not just bullshittin' me to boost my ego?" he smirked at her.

"I'm serious, Daryl!" Beth exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face. "I didn't know it was possible to feel that good."

Daryl smiled down at her, and Beth sat up and straddled him. She grinned down at him.

"Let's do it again."

"Christ, woman," Daryl groaned. "I ain't as young as you. Gimme a minute to catch my breath."

Beth giggled and rolled off of him. She snuggled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. The rain was still pouring outside, and thunder crashed around the cabin. Beth couldn't wipe the smile from her face. She couldn't remember a time in her life that she had ever felt this happy.

I hope this scene satisfied your lust for smut! There will be more scenes like this as the story progresses, so please review and let me know what you think! ;)