Daryl was late getting back to the house after working on the bike in Aaron's garage. He easily lost track of time while taking apart and cleaning out the engine. He walked back home alone. The lights were off in the house, but he could see the upstairs window of his own bedroom still had light shining through it.

He entered the house and climbed the stairs as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake anyone, especially not Judith. His bedroom door creaked as he opened it and slipped inside. He saw Beth sitting across the room at the small desk they now had, writing in a book with her back to him. She looked over her shoulder and smiled brightly at him. "You're back. Are you hungry? I could make you something."

Daryl shook his head no and walked up behind her, resting his hands on the back of her chair. "Aaron and Eric fed me. What's that? Another diary?"

Beth nodded. "I'm trying to write everything down again, or what I can remember anyway, now that my old diaries are gone."

She leaned back in her chair and he raised a hand to play with her ponytail. "What do ya write about?"

"The farm. The prison. The hospital." She tilted her head up to him. "You."

"Don't make me sound like too much of an asshole, alright?" he said with a smile.

"Don't worry. I'm making you sound like a big, old teddy bear."

Daryl snorted and sat down on the edge of their bed. He stiffly bent down to take off his boots, and winced when he sat up straight again. "Are you OK?" Beth asked.

"Just sore. Spent too much time bent over working on the bike." He stood and pulled off his vest, rolling his shoulders back.

"Let me rub your back." Beth stepped over to him and helped him undress.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

She raised an eyebrow at him and stepped back. "Strip and lay down on the bed. I'll be right back."

Daryl groaned in protest, but after Beth left the room he stripped down until he was completely naked. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and awaited her return. A couple of minutes later she came back holding a bottle of baby oil victoriously in the air.

"Babe, I'm fine." He begged. She put the bottle on the nightstand and stood in front of Daryl with her hands on her hips. He gripped the sheets tightly and looked down at the floor, exhaling a shaky breath. "My back."

He felt her small hand rest on the back of his neck. "I've seen it. It's OK. It doesn't bother me." He looked up at her through his shaggy hair. She continued. "Let me help you, baby. Let me take care of you."

Daryl sighed and moved his head to the side, making Beth drop her hand. He crawled over to the middle of the bed and dropped down to his stomach, pulling a pillow under his head. He turned so his head faced the wall, away from her. Beth stripped so she was in her bra and panties, then grabbed the bottle of baby oil and joined him on the bed.

She straddled his waist and looked over the expanse of scarred skin in front of her. She wasn't lying when she said it didn't bother her. His scars were a shock to her at first, but they quickly just blended in with the rest of his body. His scars, his tattoos, his tanned arms and face, and his pale chest and legs. She felt lucky to be able too see and touch it all. She loved every inch of him.

Beth poured some oil onto her palms and rubbed the together. She started with his shoulders, rubbing them in light circles, then adding more and more pressure. Daryl grunted when she reached a knot, and she gently worked it over until he was feeling loose again, and he relaxed into the pillow.

She ran her hands down his arms, feeling his strong muscles flex under her fingers. She used her thumbs to massage the palms of his rough hands. She grabbed a wrist in each hand and brought his arms up to each side of his pillow, pressing them into the mattress, a warning for him to keep them there. Daryl smirked at her but kept his hands where she put them.

Beth poured some more oil directly onto his back and ran her hands down alongside his spine. As she reached his lower back, Daryl groaned and winced. Beth scooted backwards so she was now straddling his thighs, and worked his muscles harder. She ran her hands almost halfway up his back, then down all the way to the top of his ass, over and over again. She felt him loosen up and he would thrust softly into the mattress with every pass of her hands.

"Feeling better, baby?" she asked. A low moan was his reply. "Roll over and I'll do your front."

Beth climbed off and Daryl turned over. His hard cock jutted upwards. She pulled open the nightstand drawer and took out a condom, placing on the bed next to the baby oil. She stood long enough to pull off her panties and bra, the climbed back onto the bed and straddled Daryl's thighs.

Daryl tried to reach for her breasts, but Beth grabbed his hands and pressed them down to the mattress again. "Uh-uh. I'm in charge." She poured some oil onto his chest and rubbed it into his chest. She felt his soft chest hair until her fingertips. She made sure to rub his nipples as her hands passed over them.

Daryl looked up at her with half-lidded eyes. He wanted so badly to touch her, to flip her over and fuck her, but he would let her have her fun. His abs tightened as her hands went lower. She teased him, touching him everywhere except where he needed it most. He finally let out a desperate whine, and she reached down and took his cock in her hand.

His hips bucked up against her as she started to stroke him very slowly, playing with him without any urgency. She played with his balls with her other hand, rolling them between her fingers. He groaned squeezed his eyes shut. Finally Beth couldn't wait any longer and she picked up the foil wrapped condom, ripped it open with her teeth and slid it down over Daryl's erection. She lined herself up over him and sank down, enjoying the feeling of being stretched around him.

Daryl raised his hands again but Beth swatted them away. "No. I want to do it." She leaned forward with her hands on his chest for leverage, and rocked back and forth, raising herself up a little higher with each thrust. She found a rhythm she enjoyed and kept it steady.

Daryl watched Beth in awe. Her back was arched and her eyes were shut. Her tits were practically in front of his face, and they bounced gently with her movements. Her ass looked perfect as it moved up and down. He desperately wanted to grab and squeeze it, but he kept his hands down where she told him to. Her pussy was wet and warm and tight, and getting tighter as she got closer to her orgasm.

"Look at me, Baby. Look at me while you come." Daryl smiled when Beth looked down and locked eyes with him. She smiled back between her moans and pants. She rode him hard and snaked a hand down to rub her clit.

Within a few strokes she was coming. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to fight the urge to shut her eyes. Her jerky movements slowed and she collapsed forward onto Daryl's chest. One of his hands soothingly rubbed her back, while the other was buried in her hair. "Good girl."

Beth came back to herself and shifted her hips. She felt Daryl's cock still rock hard inside her. "You didn't come?"

"Not yet."

Beth leaned up and kissed Daryl briefly. Her tongue flicked against his. "How do you want me?"

Daryl shook his head with a cocky grin. "You wanted to be in charge. Get to work, woman."

Beth groaned and sat back up so she was straddling him again. She was dripping wet from her orgasm, and she was so relaxed that he slid in deeper when she put her full weight down. She tried to rock against him, but she was oversensitive and the movement sent an unpleasant tingle through her.

"Ah," she gasped, and tried to rock again. "Ah, Baby, its too much."

"You can do it. I won't take long. You feel fucking amazing. C'mon, move." Daryl reached up and took hold of her hips, forcing a thrust in and out.

Beth whimpered in protest but followed his command. She positioned her legs underneath her so she could bounce up and down on his cock. Her thighs burned with fatigue. She squeezed her internal muscles around him as she moved, trying to get him off as soon as possible.

"Look at me." He said after a few minutes. She locked eyes with him and was relieved to see the intensity in his eyes which he develops right before orgasm. His jaw tightened and his grip on her hips increased to an almost painful level. She saw the exact moment on his face when he went over edge. He stopped her movements and held her pelvis flat against his, filling the condom inside of her with a low groan.

When Daryl relaxed flat against the bed Beth carefully climbed off of him, wincing when his dick slid out of her. She flopped down on the bed beside him and squeezed her thighs together. She felt sore, and used, and well fucked. She loved it.

"Are you OK?" Daryl asked and turned on his side to face her.

Beth nodded sheepishly. "I'm going to feel that in the morning. Hell, I feel it now." She stretched out on the mattress.

"Are you going to write about that in your diary?"

"Yep."