Title: Grown Up Games
Word Count: 1960
Universe: Non-Zombie AU.
Rating: MATURE (adult/nsfw)
Brief Summary: Beth and Daryl are playing some 'grown up games' in bed late one night, when they get interrupted by their daughter...
Notes: Inspired by Abelina!
Beth's legs rested over his shoulders, the gap between them allowing the sheet to dip between them so that the soft fabric slid against his back and mussed his long, tousled hair. The air was cool thanks to their quietly rumbling air conditioner, and only light in their bedroom was Beth's bedside lamp, the dim light of it filtering through the pale blue sheets. But Daryl barely noticed his surroundings, and not just because he was hidden under the blanket. His true focus was on Beth's creamy, pale thighs, which were parted in front of him to offer up the slick pink folds that he had wasted no time in tasting.
He'd only been under here a couple minutes, but already his scruffy beard was slick with her juices and she was squirming and panting above him in bed. Despite the tempting sound of her breathy voice, he didn't give in to her whimpering pleas. He just kept devouring her, his big, work-roughened hands curled around her hips to hold her firmly to his mouth despite her attempts to arch and buck with pleasure. Laying on his stomach down towards the end of the bed, his hard cock throbbed where it was pinned against the mattress, but he easily ignored it in favor of Beth. After all, there was nothing more pleasurable to him than making her feel good.
He was caught up in her; the scent of her, the taste of her on his tongue, the sounds of her breathy gasps and moans spilling free to fill the air in their bedroom. His mind was a haze that nothing could penetrate except for her…
… and apparently, the sound of a small voice coming from the side of the bed, sleepy and sweet as it cut into Beth's breathy sounds, "Mommy? What is Daddy doin' under th' covers like that?"
Really, they only had themselves to blame. He wished he could say he'd pointed out the issue with their bedroom door and that Beth had told him not to worry about it, because at least then he'd feel slightly less guilty. But the truth was, Daryl and Beth had both just completely forgotten that the lock on their bedroom door was broken. It probably wasn't surprising, all things considered. After five years of marriage, his brain still got all hazy when he was just standing with her, let alone when they were stumbling down the hallway together, trying to make it to their room without letting each other go or even pulling their lips apart.
Of course this had all been started by Beth whispering in his ear that their daughter was asleep for the night, but clearly she hadn't stayed asleep. Because that was without a doubt her voice coming from the other side of the sheets. As he froze there, head still between Beth's thighs and a flush burning the tips of his ears, he could just picture her standing at the side of the bed; barefoot and clad in her purple pajamas, her dark-blonde hair in the little braids Beth always put it in before bed, her tiny hands clutching her favorite teddy bear close.
She was four years old now, sweet like her Mama and often quiet like him, but precocious and clever and curious in some combination of the both of them. He should have known she'd find her way in here somehow, hadn't she done it several times since the lock on the door had broken? Granted that had always been later in the night while they were sleeping, not while they were, well… doing this.
Still laying on the bed between his wife's legs, Daryl knew he couldn't get up. He was too embarrassed for starters, the burn of his ears sending a flush down the back of his neck, and besides, if he got up he'd have to lift the sheet probably, and they were definitely in a compromising position under the sheets. Getting up now would only make things worse, but unfortunately that meant he was stuck here under the sheets, cheek pressed to Beth's thigh as he prayed their kid wouldn't try and climb up on the bed with them.
Above him, Beth somehow sounded completely calm as she replied, "Daddy and Mommy are just playing a game, Annie, that's all."
"A game?"
"Yes, sweetie. A grown-up game." There was a pause, during which he imagined their intelligent daughter giving that thought some consideration. She must have nodded, or done something in response, because after a second Beth spoke again, "You should be in bed, sweet pea. Do you need Mama to bring you back and tuck you in?"
"No Mama, I'm okay. I wen' to get water but I heard you an' I thought maybe you was havin' a ni-mare!"
"Aww, no, Mama is okay sweet pea, I promise. Do you think you can tuck yourself back into bed now like a big girl?"
"Uh huh, I can! Ni-ni, Mama. Ni-ni, Daddy!"
From under the sheet, Daryl croaked out a goodnight to his little girl as Beth called back far more brightly above him, but he didn't move an inch until he heard the door click shut beside him. From above him, Beth tugged at the sheet and teased, "You can come out from hiding now, Mr. Dixon…"
"Beth..." But he'd only just gotten the exasperated grunt of her name out when she burst into giggles above him, Pulling off the sheet, Daryl sat up between his legs and looked up at his wife. She was lying back on the bed, the top of the sheet clutched to her chest and her hair a mess around her head, just laughing, as if she couldn't stop herself. Again and again, the giggles spilling out of her and only intensifying as he sat up, kneeling between her legs and wiping his mouth as he looked down at her.
"Oh lord-" She gasped out between giggles, "Oh god, that was so- Oh lord, Daryl!"
"I'm fixing the lock on that damn door," he growled, shifting out from between her legs to move next to her. She was still laughing, and it took several firm nudges before she moved over enough to make room for him, allowing him to lay down beside her. As she continued to dissolve into giggles (which despite the still-hot tips of his ears was as adorable as always), he lay on his side and looked down at her in amusement. Brushing his hand over the flat of her stomach, he found his embarrassment receding as he teased lowly, "Grown-up games, huh?"
"Well, what was I supposed to say?" She turned her head towards him, grinning in between little breathy giggles, a dreamy vision with her pink lips still swollen from kisses and her cheeks flushed from both lingering desire and the embarrassment of the interruption. "I mean, you were frozen down there between my legs, and she was staring all expectantly at me… it was the first thing that came to my mind!"
"Better'n anythin' I had." His fingers skimmed over her smooth skin as he drank in the sight of her, any awkwardness he'd felt fading away as it always did when he was around her. God, she was gorgeous. It didn't matter how long they'd been together, every day he was amazed that she was his girl; that he woke up next to her every day, that at any moment he could look and see the glint of her wedding rings, or the curve of her lips in what he called her 'Daryl smile'. "Dunno if I'd call what we were doin' games, though."
"No? You mean you weren't playing adult hide-and-seek between my legs?"
"Beth..."
"We weren't about to wrestle a bit, on the bed?"
He snorted out a laugh, fingers stuttering briefly against her skin before they dipped into her navel and smoothed out over her belly again. "You're somethin' else, you know that?"
"Mhm, I am. For one, I'm an expert at grownup, in-bed Twister."
As low laughter rumbled low in his chest, he thought back to this morning when it had been Beth slipping under the covers, kneeling between his legs and wrapping her lips around him… Memories of the moment clouding his mind, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Grown-up…. bubbleblowing?"
"Daryl!" There she went, dissolving into giggles again, but her face lit up with delight. As she laughed, she turned onto her side to face him, shifting closer in their bed as she ran her hand up his chest. "Grown-up hand games. Minus the clapping, of course…"
"Grown-up Candyland," he growled out, hand gliding up her side to palm the soft curve of her breast.
"Candyland? Ohhh... Yeah, you're pretty good at getting over Gum Drop Mountain," Beth replied, voice breathier as she arched her back, thrusting her breast against his palm before she gasped out, "Adult Duck, Duck, Goose."
The last word was punctuated by her hand sliding around to grip his ass, making him groan into the crook of her neck before he nibbled at the sweet flesh there. "Grown-up Peek-a-Boo..."
"Think that's called stripping." The words filled him with another memory; Beth standing by the window as the sunlight streamed in, pulling up her dress to reveal the delicate curve of her bare back and the flare of her womanly hips. As his hand gently squeezed her breast, she gave a soft moan and a hum, her hand slipping to his hip now to tug him closer. "Mmm, dirty Simon Says."
How about grown-up playing catch?"
"Anything involving balls, honestly."
"Hey, as long as it ain't grown-up solitaire, I'm all for it..." Daryl kissed across her neck and caught her lips with his own as he gently guided her onto her back once more, allowing her hair to spill out around her head in a sunshine halo. Pulling the sheets over them, he shifted between her legs once more and lay over her, covering her body with his own. She felt so small beneath him, tiny and soft and arching up into him with a sigh against his lips as she wrapped her legs loosely around his waist.
He was hard again, and growing harder by the moment as he brushed his lips over hers and rocked his hips forward to slide through her slick folds. But as her hands splayed against his back, he murmured against her lips, "Still need t' fix that broken lock, though…"
Beneath him Beth just hummed, and with a shift of her hips he felt her line their bodies up just right. All it took was him pressing down and her arching up at the same moment for him to begin sliding into her tight heat. He groaned at the feeling of her slick around the head of his cock, just as she whispered back against his lips, "Tomorrow. We can fix the lock tomorrow."
It didn't matter how many times they made love, it felt like coming home every time they came together like this. As she arched her hips with a whine to let him sink inch by inch deeper inside of her, Beth looked up at him with a slow smile, and murmured, "Right now, I wanna play a grown-up treasure hunt." He shook his head, even as she kept on teasing, "C'mon, Daryl." She crossed her legs over his back, and added, "X marks the spot…"
When she dissolved into giggles this time, he just leaned in and caught her laughter against his lips. But he made sure, of course, to drive his hips down harder (X marks the spot) and pin her to the bed beneath him. After all, he did love their grown-up games.
