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"Daryl," she breathes. "Oh my God, oh my God. I'm so sorry!"
Beth snaps her legs shut and Daryl twists on the camp bed, shoving himself into an upright position, carding stiff fingers through his messy hair. "Jesus, girl."
Her insides squirm violently, face on fire with embarrassment. "M'sorry, I thought you were sleepin'!"
She could die. She could actually curl up into a ball and die of embarrassment. Or go outside and be torn apart, seriously an option. All that thought of it being sexy if she was caught, like a bad porno -if porn was still a thing- and now she could bite her own tongue off for merely thinking it. This is not sexy. This is goddamn mortifying. What can she do? He's not talking and it's making her sick with nerves.
Finally, finally, he speaks, even with his face still looking at the floor. "S'like… s'like I can fuckin' smell you."
Beth gulps and she hates the traitorous excitement that worms through the embarrassment and plugs into her cunt, making it flood with more juices. She has no idea what to say, she's not even sure she can actually move her tongue to speak.
Apparently, she doesn't have to.
"God, Beth. I been tryin', I been tryin' so fuckin' hard an' you do that. Jesus!" He shoots from the bed in an angry blur and she shrieks with surprise.
Her head is spinning on her shoulders, trying to understand him. What the fuck does he mean, 'tryin'? ' Trying to what? It almost… it almost sounds like he's been trying to resist. That's fucking ridiculous and she knows it, but again, that excitement is there, pushing out the embarrassment and the mortification bit by traitorous bit.
He's pacing, all of a sudden and ranting, getting louder as he does. "God, seen your bare fuckin' tits today and I looked away. Seen you all wrapped up in my goddamn shirt an' managed to fuckin' look away. Now I open my damn eyes an' I see your finger in your fuckin' mouth, can see your wet pussy, know what you fuckin' did while I's sleepin'."
Oh, God.
Beth isn't sure she could feel so many emotions at once, but she does. She does because she's excited and mortified, embarrassed and even somewhat happy to listen to the things he's been keeping to himself, a little bit pleased that she's affected him like this, several times. That he's had to forcibly look away from her chest -no matter how little there is to see- and her in his shirt made him feel some sort of something.
"I don't… don't understand what you're sayin'," she whispers, still against the door with her legs clamped shut.
Daryl turns on her, cheeks red and frame practically quivering. "You know exactly what the fuck I'm sayin', girl."
She swallows thickly, try not to let it go to her head, his words. "Then what's the problem?"
What's the problem? She could kick herself. One orgasm hasn't done anything, hasn't even touched the sides. Her brain is still pulsing with dirty thoughts, with positions she wants to be in, with how Daryl could smell so close to her, how rough his hands would feel on her skin, whether she would feel every dent in his lip from his constant chewing he does, should she kiss him.
"The problem is, girl, that you're Hershel's fuckin' baby girl and Maggie's kid sister."
Beth sucks in a startled breath at the sound of her daddy's name, at the reminder that Maggie could still be out there, that through walkers and survival there's still such a thing as sisters. It's easy to forget, having blood relations. She loved every person who stayed alive with her in the end and that's terrifying. If there was ever a time to disregard family ties, to panic with all that love, it's now. Except it doesn't just hurt, hearing her daddy's good name and thinking about Maggie, maybe dead, maybe alive. It doesn't just hurt, it makes her angry.
Because she's not a little girl anymore, she's not the Beth Greene from the farm who didn't want strangers in her home, who didn't want to look at the world in all its new brutality. The young girl who was scared to question her daddy's or Maggie's rule, who called Rick and Daryl and Shane, Mr Grimes, Mr Dixon, Mr Walsh, respectively. That girl is long gone, dead on the floor with her mama and Shawn, bled out of her sliced wrist, drained out of her after she lost two boyfriends; after she had to run once more from all her comforts, all her family, all the things she cares about in the world.
She's not that Beth anymore and the others in the prison may not have been able to see that, may not have got to know who she is past her usefulness with Judith, but Daryl has. He's seen her kill walkers with just her knife and she's outrun him plenty of times, far enough that she's had to loop back for him because she's thin and light. He's taught her to wield the crossbow and sneak up on animals, shoot them down for dinner, to track and cover her prints. He's seen her in all her glory, seen her do things her own daddy never saw her do.
She meant every word she said when she told him that he only see's a dead girl, that she's not Michonne or Carol or any of the others, that he doesn't understand why she survived, why she got out. She meant it and it annoyed her that she had to say it out loud, that she had to put it between them. All the reasons for his silence, all the reasons why he continuously underestimated her, why he got surprised when she managed to pull things off. He wouldn't talk to her because he didn't expect her to be around much longer, because he expected one day to be the last man standing.
That was fine, then. Now, it should be different. Now, she should be Beth. Just Beth, not Hershel's baby girl or Maggie's kid sister. She should be Beth goddamn Greene, earning her due. Earning her name and his respect. He can have his reasons for not wanting to give into temptation, for not wanting to fuck her, but those are not allowed. She's suddenly so angry, so mad, that they're back to this, that she's just a little girl to him.
She stands, letting the shirt fall and cover her underwear, screwing her fists into balls at her sides. "So, that's it, huh? I'm always just gonna be Hershel's baby girl and Maggie's kid sister to you? I'm never gonna get you to see that I'm a goddamn woman, who has wants and needs? And one of those bein' that I don't get treated like some dumb little girl!"
Daryl rears back like she slapped him. "I just got respect for your family, girl. How's I ever gonna look them in the damn eye knowing I put my hands on you? Jesus, Beth, do you know how old I am?"
Beth clenches her jaw. "Good job you never have to face my daddy again, then."
"That ain't fair!" He roars and he whips away from her like he's trying to block her words.
She's relentless though and she stalks after him, crossing the length of the shack with each word. "Good job you probably never have to face Maggie again either, 'cause she's probably dead, or might 'swell be. That's what you said, right? That I's never gonna see her again? Good job then, that we're the only two fuckin' left, that when you decide to put your hands on me no one's ever gonna have to know that Daryl Dixon wanted little Beth Greene!"
Fuck, what is she saying? She's not even sure anymore. She's just angry and tired and upset and still so goddamn horny and it's a volcano inside of her she can't put a lid on. It's foaming and churning, cooking up ugly, nasty words and uprooting her darkest thoughts. She should stop, should really fucking stop but Daryl just keeps adding fuel to the fire.
He whips back to face her, face red with anger and his whole frame is now shaking, she can see it and if she keeps pushing he's going to explode and she's not sure if that frightens or excites her. "Yeah, you'd know all 'bout wantin' to put your hands on someone, huh? 'Cause you don't think I see you lookin' at me, girl? You don't think I notice you squirming all the damn time? You wanna talk 'bout me touchin' little girls but you want a man old enough to be your daddy! What is it girl, you want it rough? Jimmy never do it for ya? Never pull ya hair and spank ya ass? Never bite you in the curve of your neck? Never make you cum? That what you want, huh? Nah, lemme guess, you want it dirtier? You want it in your ass?"
Goddamn, what is she meant to say? She can't even decide if she's mad or turned on, or both. Simultaneously she wants to punch him and jump his bones. What does he think she is? A dirty, kinky little slut who wants to fuck everything available? A silly little whore looking anywhere she can to get her rocks off? Beth clenches her teeth, jaw churning as her mind does and staring hard at Daryl's heaving chest, at his pink cheeks and shoulders pulled back, like a bull waiting to charge. She thinks she might hate him, she thinks she might love him. She's not even sure anymore. She's so sick of everything being so complicated, so sick of being an indecisive little girl.
She swallows and squares her shoulders. "I know what I want and I'm brave 'nough to admit that. Ain't my fault you're a damn coward. You want to fuck me? Be a goddamn man an' say it!"
She's actually struggling to breathe now, her chest heaving as they square off, so close to each other. Daryl clenches his jaw and unclenches it, mouth opening as he takes a menacing step forward. "That make you feel better, girl? Sayin' that I want my cock in you? That I wanna taste your pussy?"
Shit. He's so close. So fucking close they're sharing the same ragged exhales and inhales and he said it. He wants her. She steps even closer, their mouths nearly pressed together and she notices his eyes flick down the shirt she's wearing, his shirt, so loose he can see straight down to her hard nipples before he looks back at her face, in her eyes.
"Would make me feel better if you was man 'nough to do it. You got it in you, Daryl? Or you always gonna be someone's little bitch who can only do things when ordered?"
His eyes flare wide and she has to stop hers from doing the same. She can't believe she just said that. She can't believe half the shit she's said tonight. This could all go so fucking wrong. He could storm out right now, leave her here to fend for herself. She'd probably survive two days, max without him and they both know it, but if she pushes hard enough, he'll do it. Except he's not leaving. He's not talking. Not moving. He's vibrating. He's so angry, she can see it in the line of his mouth, in the hard glint of his blue eyes and if she gets what she wants, if he gets his hands on her, it's not going to be gentle. He's not going to go easy on her, but that's okay because she's pretty damn sure easy wouldn't be enough. She needs rough. She needs Daryl Dixon.
She gets him.
He moves almost before she can blink, scooping her up so fast she shrieks loud enough for him to press his hand over her mouth when he dumps her to the camp bed. Beth's eyes feel blown wide and she strains to look down at him as he tears her panties off, the cotton so fragile they rip immediately and she makes a sound of protest. He ignores her, spreading her legs and without any kind of preamble, dives in, lips wrapping around her clit without mercy. She screams against his hand where he's kept it stretched to reach her mouth, her teeth sinking into the palm.
He bites her clit in retaliation and she keens at the pain, releasing his flesh from her mouth to grab his wrist and hang on. Daryl's tongue is relentless as it swipes hard from her dripping entrance to her clit and back again, loud animalistic groans rumbling through her cunt and into her belly where it tightens sharply. She's panting against his mouth, nails digging into the flesh of his wrist and trying to pull her head away to breathe. He allows her to move her face only enough to breathe through her nose and then curls his fingers tighter on her chin to keep smothering her cries.
She's almost glad because the noise she's making would certainly draw walkers and there's no one on watch and shit they need to make this quick because this is nowhere near safe but fucking hell, it's so goddamn good. Beth's neck strains, her hips moving against Daryl's face, sweat trickling from her temples down her hot cheeks and sliding all the way into the hollow of her throat. One hand releases Daryl's wrist and fumbles for his hair, gripping tight and yanking, trying to press him exactly where she wants him. He growls, shaking her off and pulling away from her sopping cunt.
She moans desperately, pathetically shaking her head to tell him not to leave, to not do this to her, to not be a jackass and prove some stupid fucking point when he releases her mouth, using both hands to reach down and undo his belt. She bites on her lip, glancing at Daryl with half lidded eyes as he gets his jeans down, releasing his cock. Beth makes a sound, something strangled and wanton at the sight of his hard cock, standing against his belly and smearing pre-cum over his sweaty skin. He licks his lips as he looks down at her, shoving his loose shirt up her body so that from the breasts down she's exposed to his hungry gaze.
Daryl's eyes are hot and bright in the dark as he reaches down, sliding his fingers through the soft, wet curls of her pussy, pushing past them to push two fingers inside her. They moan simultaneously and Daryl hisses at her to be quiet as he pulls out of her cunt with a wet squelch, using his fingers coated with her juices to stroke his dick. Beth bites down on her lower lip, hoping he'll take in the state of her and know she's begging without her having to risk the noise. He smirks at her and it does something sharp and hot to her clit she can't stand, forcing her to touch down on it and rub. He watches for a moment, taking hold of her knee so he can peer closer in the limited light from the dull fire, nearly gone out, still stroking his dick.
She presses harder into her lower lip, her legs trembling as another orgasm winds tighter against her spine, threatening to tear her apart upon its arrival. "Please," she whispers, tilting her hips like an offering. "Please, Daryl, I'm gonna cum."
He groans, grabbing her hips and lifting them practically in the air, almost so she's folded in half. "Grab your knees," he grunts.
Beth does as she's told, abandoning her throbbing clit to loop her arms under her knees, hold herself aloft and spread open for him. Daryl's eyes fall practically half shut as he grabs his cock, pressing it against her entrance and gently pushing. She grits her teeth, spreading her legs wider so that her feet rest on his shoulders. He grunts, trying to push through her tight walls but the position makes it so difficult and he keeps brushing something every time he fucks her that makes her tighten up, makes her clit feel fatter and full of blood. He's half way in when he pulls out and she moans softly, stars dancing behind her eyes, her skull thumping with blood.
Daryl tries again, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit which causes her thighs to tremble first before he pushes in again, inch by inch that makes her breath seize up in her throat. She's never done it in this position before and she's never cum without the help of her clit, so as he keeps pressing, she doesn't recognise the feeling for what it is. Until it's right there, insistent and burning through her gut. When she opens her mouth to warn him or beg him, something, she's suddenly screaming, Daryl hastily slapping his hand to her mouth. Her spine snaps with her neck, her whole body taut like a bowstring; then he's shoving into her, bottoming out with the help of her pussy flooding cum.
Beth sobs something delirious as Daryl bends closer, moving his hand to let his forehead fall against her, her knees pressing into her chest and making her sobs hitch, his sweaty forehead pressed to hers. He kisses her, surprising her so much that her breath cuts out dramatically, her lips struggling to keep up with his and noting that they're softer than she would have thought. He keeps kissing her, almost tentatively and she relaxes, getting her breath back as her sobs quiet and tears roll down the sides of her face to bleed into her ears. Daryl's cock is still hard and heavy inside her, her walls so tight and clamped she's not sure he can move just yet.
He pulls back a little and cups her face, thumb on her lips and fingers curled around her cheek."Y'alright?" He murmurs softly.
Beth kisses him gently and bites on his bottom lip, tugging it out with a smile. "Yeah, s'good, Daryl. Don't stop."
"Don't wanna hurt you," he whispers, his thumb moving back to her bottom lip.
"You won't," she promises, her tongue dipping out to swirl over the pad of this thumb.
He lets out a ragged breath that swirls over her face, brushing back damp strands of hair that were sticking to her forehead and neck. "Gonna move now."
Beth doesn't answer, moving her hands instead to loop around his neck and hold on. She would prefer to touch his back beneath his shirt, take it off, scratch his flesh and leave her mark, leave behind scars that aren't full of pain and misery, but happiness and pleasure. But he hasn't said she can and she won't discomfort him. Her fingers slip into his hair instead and she twitches her hips a little beneath him, encouraging him to go on. He heaves another breath, one hand still cupping her cheek while the other falls to the thin mattress beside her head, fingers clenching and catching strands of her hair.
She ignores it, the dull spark of pain almost the perfect dose for the pleasure between her legs. Daryl pulls back a little and then softly pushes back in with a low grunt. Beth's fingers tighten in his hair, her chest stuttering with the weight of her legs and his weight too, everything so bright and sharp she has to squeeze her eyes shut. He pulls out again and pushes back in, a little faster this time and she moves her hips with him, trying to catch his downward plunge. His breath is ragged now, hissing almost as it whistles between his teeth and Beth leans up a little to take his mouth. He makes a noise, like she surprised him, hips faltering in the act of pulling out.
"You can go faster, I won't break," she murmurs.
Daryl presses his tongue between her lips, almost hesitantly and it's weird, a little because she's never done this before and he seems like he hasn't either, each swipe a little messy and wet. She can't find it in her to care though, lifting her hips instead to force his cock deeper and he groans into her mouth, the sound getting trapped in her throat. It's so good, slow and a little halting but when they were arguing she thought that he wouldn't be easy on her and she doesn't want him to be now. She yanks her lips from his and digs her nails into his scalp.
Daryl hisses in response, plunging hard into her rippling, wet cunt and she cries out, letting her head fall further back. "Like that, Daryl, c'mon."
"Beth."
Her eyes had opened at some point but once again they squeeze shut. The tone of his voice is going to make her cum alone, especially now that his hips are speeding up, pistoning in and out of her, their skin slapping together an erotic sound that makes her clit throb. She pants desperate, incoherent words of approval, moving her hips along with him. Daryl pushes up suddenly after a quick bite to her shoulder that makes her eyes cross and leaves a sting. Taking her legs, he straightens them out and she groans as the tense muscles start to relax.
Pulling his cock from her wet depths with a squelch that could make her blush, he angles her hip so that she's turned on her side. She huffs out in surprise, gripping the edge of the camp bed as he lines back up with her entrance. Beth's never done it like this and as he pushes in she takes a startled breath, turning and pressing her face into the camp bed to smoother her pleasured cries. He's not gentle any more, not even anywhere near the word. He's brutal, like he's intent to destroy her for any other man, the belt of his jeans connecting with her ass cheek every time he plunges in, leaving a sting.
The thought of being marked by him makes her whimper, her spine curling in on itself as yet another orgasm builds in her belly, again without the help of her clit. It's surreal, that Daryl can do that to her and she's so close she's shaking with it when suddenly Daryl lets out the most gutted, most dirty grunt she's ever heard in her life. Near delirious with her own pleasure, she's distantly aware that he yanks his cock out of her, her cunt rippling with the loss and splashes cum against her bare ass, panting like an animal. Beth sighs, pulling her hot face out of the camp bed to look up at him in the low light.
The fire is pretty much gone now and its tiny embers just about pick out Daryl's heaving chest, his softening cock and his dark, hungry eyes. For some absurd reason, this feels like their most intimate moment. Not his cock in her or his tongue on her clit, not his cum on her ass or her exposed body, their kisses. This here, their eyes connected in the dark and her turned on her side, him half-dressed and panting above her, is the most exposed she's ever felt around him. It feels powerful, something they can't come back from. It wasn't just sex, like she thought. She wasn't just fantasying about any man touching her. She didn't just want to cum.
She wanted Daryl's thick, calloused fingers. Wanted his hands braced by her head, his chewed lips, his eyes to sparkle like they are now. This is so intimate, so powerful, full of so much magnitude because this is everything she wanted. Everything she wanted and more. Daryl, like this, something she could bet her life on, no one else on this Earth has seen him look. Suddenly, the spell breaks and Daryl pulls his jeans up, bending over her to wipe his cum with the thin sheet covering the camp bed.
"Thanks," Beth whispers softly.
He settles behind her, curving his body around hers and sliding his arm under her head. Cuddling. Again, this is more bizarre than them actually having sex. "You cold?" He whispers quietly.
She shakes her head. "Boiling."
He grunts, like a laugh and lies his head in the curve of her shoulder as she tips her head back against his. "You didn't cum."
"I cum twice, don't worry." His arms loop over her waist and she reaches down to curl her fingers over them.
"Nah, s'not fair," he says right into her ear, causing a shiver.
She laughs softly. "Daryl, you only cum once. S'not a competition. It was good. Real good. We can do it again in a bit."
He's silent for a while and then when he speaks it's a little halting, a little hesitant. "You wanna do it again?"
"Dontchu?" She asks back, frowning a little. "I know I'm not great an' all bu-"
"Stop," Daryl interrupts her, squeezing her waist tighter. "We can do it 'gain. Gotta recover first, older than you 'member?"
Beth smiles, turning her head a little to kiss the underside of his jaw. "I's thinkin'… we could stick around here for a few days. Make a run, reinforce some more. Get some food."
Daryl shrugs, disturbing her position. "Gotta keep lookin' for tracks."
"I know an' we'll find the others but… Daryl, I just wanna take a break for a bit. Have a goddamn wash an' eat properly, sort our supplies. Find some more food. We need the rest an' this place is real secure. We ain't heard nothin' all night." She bites her lip after, waiting for his decision as she knows it'll be the ruling one.
"Just two more nights."
Beth smiles, her eyes closing. "Thank you."
He grunts in reply and she knows that's the end of the conversation. They bask in the afterglow for a little while before Daryl gets up and gets the blanket to throw over her. They move the bed up the door and then they both crawl back in, for once sharing a sleep instead of taking turns on watch. It's so good to cuddle with him, to share his heat and the safety of another body. Beth doesn't expect him to fall asleep, or even be able to really sleep herself but he does and she does shortly after, thinking about two days rest bite with just Daryl.
They can find some more clothes, a water supply, have a proper wash, maybe loot her a brush. This place is secure enough for them both to sleep and rejuvenate. It will be good and she's looking forward to it. Then they'll be alert and on top form to keep tracking the others, to find their family. In the meantime, maybe they can do it again and some other things to. Maybe, she doesn't have be so miserable, so frustrated anymore. Maybe, they can learn to be happy together. When she does fall asleep, she's smiling.