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Of all the things Daryl had prepared himself for on the morning of Maggie and Glenn’s wedding, fucking Beth Greene in the bathroom of the farmhouse was not one of them. He’d thought that the day before had been bad enough, with the snarky words and glaring stares between them as Beth tried in vain to make everything perfect. Daryl had only agreed to help because Glenn had called in him in a slight panic that morning, rambling enough about how stressed Maggie was that he felt a stab of guilt at the fact he hadn’t offered to help sooner. He was the best man and Glenn was one of his closest friends, but he knew that being around Beth could only lead to trouble. How could it not, when from the moment they met they’d been at each other’s throats? It wasn’t so much that he hated her, more that he couldn’t stand the perfect façade she kept up for everyone around her. He had no idea why she did, and no clue as to why her entire family seemed to treat her like glass – all Daryl knew was Beth could get away with virtually anything in their eyes, and for some reason that ticked him off. And he knew that he ticked her off just as much. It was almost funny at first, how irritated he seemed to make her, but the more time they were forced to spend together because of Maggie and Glenn, the more he realised her irritation did something else for him that had all the humour vanishing. Whenever Beth’s big eyes would slide over him in distaste or she’d have that cold edge to her voice that she seemed to always reserve just for him, an unbridled thrill went through Daryl, settling somewhere in his gut and making him hornier than he could believe.
It wasn’t right, he knew, and every time he’d see Hershel or Glenn he’d always feel that shame that had been instilled into him since childhood, that ugly thing that told him there was something wrong with him for thinking of Beth like that. Because she hated him, and he hated her, although somehow that hate had turned to something else lately and the more he tried to shake it and push her even further away, the stronger it seemed to return. It wasn’t hard to figure out, why he was attracted to something that seemed so toxic. Growing up as he had had fucked him and his brother up plenty, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought that maybe it wasn’t just the dysfunction of their relationship that attracted him to her. He’d have to be blind not to notice the the sharp angles of her; the hard points of her nipples through her shirt the day before the wedding, the way her silk dress hung off her hips as she walked down the aisle to stand across from him. He’d have to be blind not to notice and he wasn’t blind, so he did notice. And as much as Daryl knew Merle would be having a field day with him if he could read his mind and that Glenn would glance at him with that annoying knowingness, he couldn’t seem to shake the way Beth Greene had him in knots. So knotted, in fact, that he’d had to walk away from her when she’d gotten in his face outside the barn, twinkling lights making her skin glow and her lips look as inviting as ever, even when pulled into a grimace. Daryl had been ignoring the dull throbbing all day but now, with night all around them and every other guest only looking to their next drink, he knew it was his only chance to do something about it. Clear his head, maybe. Chase that ecstasy that had been teasing him all day and go back to being able to stand close to Beth without having his mind scattered by her scent. So he’d stormed off on her, vexed until he flicked on the bathroom light in the farmhouse and dropped his forehead to the wall. There’d been a blinding pleasure as he finally closed his hand around his cock, letting images of her flood in, twisting context and pretending he was making her groan in pleasure instead of loathing. And then there’d been Beth. With her mouth hanging open in shock and her nipples hardening against the silk of her dress and then she’d kissed him and he thought that maybe she hated him the same way he hated her. All-consuming and perhaps not at all.
‘Earth to Daryl.’
Daryl’s head snapped up. Glenn was watching him in amusement, eyebrow cocked as he waited for his friend to answer.
‘What?’
‘I said thanks for coming to help clean up. I know you must be hungover –’
‘I ain’t drink that much last night.’
Glenn nodded, impressed. ‘You and Beth seemed to be getting along a little better after the photos were taken, I guessed you just had one too many champagnes –’
‘Told you, it was your weddin’ night. I ain’t gonna fuck it up by pissin’ your sister in law off.’
‘Right. So, back to normal now, huh?’ Glenn asked with a laugh. ‘Lucky Beth. Cause she’s the one helping you today.’
A hot wave of panic went through Daryl as he tried to act as though that information wasn’t bringing up memories of the night before.
‘What d’you mean?’
‘Well, Shawn was meant to help but he went home with one of Maggie’s friends – typical. And Hershel got a call into work –’
‘So it’s just me and Beth?’ Daryl grunted, pretending that this information didn’t bother him in the slightest.
Glenn narrowed his eyes, knowing his friend well enough to see right through this façade. Daryl cursed himself for feigning indifference when he should have been acting like he was more annoyed at the thought of spending the day with Beth than unbothered.
‘Yep, just the two of you. Look, there’s still heaps of drinks left over in the cooler from last night, feel free.’
‘Mhm.’ Daryl grumbled, unimpressed when Glenn grinned again, feeling like his own smugness was rubbing off on him.
Whatever Glenn thought he knew was nothing compared to the truth of it all. It wasn’t the first time Glenn had taunted Daryl about his feelings for Beth, but he’d thought that the last time he had would have been the last. It was after a dinner with the Greene’s the week before, which Daryl was invited to because it was for the wedding. Beth had been sitting across from him all afternoon, sprawled over the guest list and waving Maggie away impatiently when she offered her help. Daryl, ever-looking for something to taunt her about, had exchanged an eye-roll with Maggie as she left the room that he knew Beth would see. Which had prompted her to ask in a biting tone what the hell his problem was, which had given him the perfect reason to snap back at her, which had them bickering back and forth for a minute before Glenn had hurried in and glared at them both until they shut up. After dinner, Glenn had pulled him aside, trying to get to the source of the problem, but Daryl hadn’t made it easy.
‘You ever wonder why you and Beth are always at each other’s throats?’
‘Guessin’ you’re gonna tell me.’
Glenn had laughed. ‘C’mon, man. Don’t make me spell it out for you.’
‘Ain’t nothin’ to spell out.’
Daryl had been met with a glare that he’d returned tenfold, and then Glenn had seemed to realise just who he was trying to talk about feelings to. Whatever he felt for Beth was infinitely more complicated than what Glenn felt for Maggie. They were in love and it was healthy, and no matter what Glenn thought he could see between him and Beth, it could never be like what he and Maggie had. Beth, in contrast, seemed to be made for something like that. Maybe he was a masochist, maybe he loved to tease himself with the thought of what he couldn’t have. Either way, he hadn’t thought that Beth would ever have considered him in the same way he thought about her lately. That was, until the night of the wedding. Beth had been right, when she’d called him repressed. He wasn’t like Merle, who stuck his dick in someone new every night, or like Glenn, who’d been over the moon at the idea of being with Maggie forever. But the more he thought about it, the more Daryl thought that maybe Beth was just as repressed as she’d called him, just in a different way. She’d let him pull her apart his way. She’d wanted a piece of his rough, she’d wanted him to treat her the complete opposite of how she’d been treated her whole life. He’d given it to her.
‘Maggie and I are off, we’ll be back tomorrow morning for the rest of her stuff.’ Glenn said now, breaking through Daryl’s thoughts once again.
Daryl nodded, eyeing the moving truck in the dusty driveway of the farm. Maggie was hanging from the window, waving at Glenn to hurry up with an excited grin. A strange stab of wistfulness went through Daryl that he pointedly ignored.
‘Have fun.’ He muttered, trying not to let too much poison into his words, and Glenn clapped him on the back with a grin before leaving him alone in the barn.
Daryl took in the scene around him; balloons and confetti scattered across the floor, bits of broken glass here and there where champagne flutes had been knocked from tables, and chairs haphazardly everywhere else. At the sound of a door swinging open, Daryl turned to see Beth making her way down the porch steps, squinting in the harsh sunlight. More for something to do with his hands as a strangely nervous thrill went through him, Daryl pulled out a cigarette and lit it as she jogged down, spotting him. He’d never seen someone the morning after sex and had certainly never had sex with anyone like they had the night before. Beth waited a moment, peering around before throwing her phone onto a table and pulling her hair into a knot at the base of her neck.
‘Where is everyone?’ She asked, rubbing at her eyes and stifling a yawn.
‘’S just us two.’
Beth stared. ‘Just us two? To clean this whole place up?’
Daryl shrugged like it didn’t bother him, turning to grab a trash bag. Beth followed after a moment, muttering under her breath how much she was going to kill her family for sticking her with him all day. Daryl listened in amusement, satiated that she still seemed to feel the same about him as usual, and that the night before hadn’t made her think there was anymore to him than he’d shown her.
They fell into a quiet if not completely comfortable silence as they worked. Beth had taken the walls of the barn while Daryl stayed in the middle, filling up bags with all the rubbish from the night before. When he got to a high table full of cameras, he paused, catching sight of stacks of polaroids that Maggie and Glenn must have forgotten about. He knew he shouldn’t, but the stifling heat of the day was already melting his brain, and although he wasn’t hungover, he was exhausted from the last day, so he went through them quietly after tossing the trash bag down. He felt Beth’s annoyed stare on his back as he took his time rifling through glossy images, barely taking in the hundreds of faces smiling up at him.
‘Can you help me with this?’ She asked after a moment, clicking her tongue impatiently.
Daryl turned to see her holding one side of the bridal table up, clearing wanting it gone so she could collect all the rubbish underneath. He risked another few seconds of her ire while he put the photos back how he found them, but paused right before he turned away. A photo of Beth had caught his eye, all golden hair and bright smile, looking away from the camera as she laughed at someone on the other side of it. Daryl wasn’t there for when it was taken, but it still made his chest tighten a little at the thought of a picture like this of her existing, sharing her joy with everyone forever.
‘No, take your time. I’d love to do this all by myself.’ Beth groused from behind him.
Thoughts of how many people got to see the side of Beth he did vanished as he made his way over to her, taking in the unimpressed look on her face. It was fun knowing he couldn’t disappoint her but knowing she liked to pretend he could.
‘Go ahead, then.’ Daryl deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting.
Beth stared at him, then, setting her jaw in that familiar stubborn way, she bent and pulled on the side of the table, arms tensing as she attempted to drag it out of place. She barely moved it a few inches before she was huffing, letting it go with a slam and staring daggers at him. Daryl swallowed down the memory of her all around him last night, of her bent over the bathtub while he fucked her hard, of the taste of her pussy that stayed on his tongue for the rest of the night despite the alcohol and smoke that followed. She seemed determined not to mention that they’d had sex and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be the first one to. And because she was content to pretend it hadn’t happened, he felt more than welcome to be his usual self to her.
‘You need help?’
‘No.’ Beth answered immediately, pushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear and gritting her teeth.
Daryl watched, fighting the urge to smirk as Beth bent again to lift the table. This time, she barely got her hands around the wooden legs before she was stepping on a pile of streamers and slipping, falling hard on her ass on the floor. A laugh left Daryl before he could stop it.
‘You’re really enjoying this, huh?’ Beth muttered as she righted herself with a wince, rubbing down her legs.
Unbidden, Daryl’s eyes drifted to them, taking in the bruising around her thighs that her shorts didn’t cover and knew it was his doing. He felt an odd wave of guilt even though he knew that she’d liked him doing that, that she’d wanted him to.
‘Watchin’ you fall on your ass is pretty funny.’
‘I bet.’ Beth sighed heavily, straightening up and meeting his gaze. ‘Can you help?’
‘What was that?’ Daryl narrowed his eyes until she rolled hers and threw her hands in the air.
‘Please.’
‘See? That ain’t hard.’ He felt a grin over his face as she glowered his direction, but didn’t look back to her until they’d both grabbed an end of the table and lifted.
With his help, she managed to direct it to a clean corner, setting it down with a slight wince and rubbing her hands on her singlet when they came away dirty.
‘Hmm?’ Daryl asked, knowing he was pushing her manners far too much.
Beth seemed to be sick of huffing at him. She came in close, batting her lashes at him and instantly making him regret taunting her.
‘Oh, thank you so much Daryl Dixon. Where on earth would I be without you and your giant muscles?’
Daryl cleared his throat, shooting her an unamused glare that she laughed at.
‘Great. Now can we get back to cleaning?’
He put his hands up in surrender before snagging his trash bag and filling it up in silence. They worked for another hour, and this time the quiet between them was decidedly not comfortable. Sweat was prickling down Daryl’s back the longer the day went on, the barn full of stifling heat by the time midday hit. Beth looked just as exhausted as she paused to rummage through the cooler for a drink.
‘Want one?’
Daryl looked up, eyeing the cold beer in her hand and raising a brow.
‘There’s no water and I’m not running through the heat up to the house to get some.’
‘Alright.’
He accepted the can she threw with a stiff nod, feeling strange as they cracked their tabs and took a drink together. When Beth sat down on a chair and put her feet up, Daryl felt comfortable enough to do the same, taking one a little away from her. She scoffed, tilting her head up to the ceiling and resting the can on her forehead as her eyelids fluttered closed.
‘I’m not gonna bite.’
Again, Daryl was powerless to stop the memories of him biting her the night before, her soft, creamy skin growing red and sensitive against his teeth. Like she knew what he was thinking, a thin smile curved around her lips. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably on his seat, and took another long drink.
‘You ever play I never?’
He turned to her, seeing the curious hint in her eyes, and thought that maybe the sun had made them both too tired to be snarky at each other.
‘No.’
‘Wanna play?’
‘What for?’
Beth rolled her eyes, lazy smile still on half her face. ‘For fun, dummy. You ever heard of it?’
Daryl glared at her through his hair. More to prove her wrong about him, he grated, ‘go on.’
Beth let out a soft laugh, straightening up and tossing him another can of beer.
‘It’s easy – I say something I haven’t done, and if you have, you drink. And if you haven’t, I drink.’
‘Ain’t much of a game.’
‘C’mon, stop being such a grumpy asshole for once. I’ll start.’
Daryl watched her wordlessly, more interested than he wanted to be. How Beth got away with speaking to him like she did was beyond him, but he’d learnt weeks ago that rules did not apply to her like they did everyone else.
‘I’ve never been hunting.’
Daryl let a huff leave his lips before taking a sip. The cool beer washed down his throat but it did nothing for the heat in his chest.
‘I never lived on a farm.’
Beth took a sip, watching him contemplatively. ‘I’ve never ridden a motorbike.’
Daryl drank. ‘Never stolen nothin’.’
A flicker of doubt passed over Beth’s face as the words left his lips, and he felt a familiar ugly insecurity rear its head. He let it pass as he chewed on his bottom lip, but he knew by now that the more he ignored it, the more it’d grow. She took a sip.
‘I’ve never tried drugs.’
Daryl finished his beer. ‘Never been out of Georgia.’
‘Really?’ Beth asked, momentarily distracted by his confession.
Daryl scowled, feeling himself closing up, feeling impossibly stupid for even agreeing to this game. It was just giving her more to gawk at, more of him to see. Her remembered her biting words the night before about his father, and wondered if she knew just how truthful they’d been.
‘How come?’
‘That ain’t the rules.’ Daryl retorted, earning him a frown.
‘Fine.’ Beth replied flippantly, crossing her legs. ‘I’ve never been scared for people to know me.’
‘What the fuck are you doin’?’ Daryl asked, anger working its way into his voice finally as the sun shifted behind a cloud.
He should’ve listened to his first instinct that told him this game wasn’t a good idea.
‘Trying to figure out what your problem is.’
‘You ain’t tried that enough?’ Daryl stood up, scooping up a trash bag and throwing his empty can inside.
‘Haven’t got an answer yet.’
‘And you ain’t gonna.’
Beth huffed out an annoyed breath. ‘Daryl Dixon, so tragically misunderstood –’
‘You don’t know when to quit, d’you?’ Daryl snapped, turning back around.
Beth grinned like she’d known he would bite.
Feeling a thrill of adrenaline burst through him, Daryl sneered, ‘’s my turn, yeah? Never been a spoilt brat. Never pretended to be somethin’ I’m not to get people to like me.’
‘Ouch. I might just believe you if you weren’t being so defensive.’
Daryl snorted, turning away from her, heart thrashing hard against his ribs. ‘You ain’t seen me mad ‘fore. Don’t fuckin’ piss me off, I ain’t in the mood.’
‘Sure felt like you were mad last night.’
Daryl froze. His neck prickled where Beth stared, and he knew he should just ignore her, knew he shouldn’t give in to her determination to get a reaction from him, but he was tired and hot and done pretending like she didn’t have him inside out.
‘Sure seemed like you liked it.’ The words left his mouth in a low rasp before he could stop them.
And then he was turning back to Beth, fingers shaking a little as she stood up, eyes widening. She walked right up to him, dropped her beer can on the floor by their feet, and waited. Daryl’s traitorous prick was already hard, and all he’d need to do was push his hips forward to feel her against him. He waited, feeling like he was on the edge of a cliff, and her hand would be the one to push him out or drag him back. He hadn’t considered the third option. She was not the one holding him back or pushing him away. She was the one standing next to him on the edge.
‘We can’t.’ Daryl muttered, because it felt like he should.
Beth moved in closer, body inches away from his. ‘Why not? Scared you’ll fall in love with me?’
A huff of amusement left Daryl’s lips. ‘Ain’t I tell you this ain’t happenin’ again?’
The air was thick with tension, and Daryl’s brain was fuzzy. For all his talk, he knew full well that he was itching towards her same as she was.
‘I don’t remember you saying that.’ Beth muttered with a half smile, eyes bright as they had been the night before.
Daryl must have known that them alone together would lead to this. He must have known same as Beth seemed to have, because her confidence now was the same she’d had the night before right before she’d kissed him.
‘Me either.’ Daryl muttered in a gravelly voice, thinking about how Beth Greene made him something he’d never been before; a liar. He didn’t care. He kissed her.
Beth’s arms were already around his neck by the time his were on her waist. She tasted of cheap beer, of the vanilla of her lip gloss, of something warm that mixed with the taste of smoke on his tongue. A small moan falling onto his lips from her had him pushing his cock into her with need.
‘Want me to fuck you again?’ Daryl murmured against her lips.
Beth’s tongue was hot against his as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his middle. Daryl caught her deftly, stumbling until he got to the table scattered with photos. He shoved them away, hearing the flutter of them falling to the floor, and Beth let out a giggle against him, and something deep in his chest contracted.
‘Been thinking about it all day.’ She answered, pulling off her top without preamble.
Daryl groaned as his hands fell over her soft skin, hurrying to unclip her bra. He threw her onto the table, pushing her legs apart and standing between them. He held a breast in each hand and squeezed, head already dipping to suck on the skin on her neck.
‘Don’t act like you haven’t, either.’
Daryl had half a mind to lie to her, to act completely unaffected by her, to act like it was easy for him to do this without thinking twice about it. But then his hands caught the clip in her hair and he was releasing it, and her sweet-smelling hair was all around him and her big blue eyes were watching him with that thing that suggested she already knew the truth.
‘Ain’t stopped thinkin’ ‘bout it.’ Daryl admitted, voice rougher than he intended, but he’d said it, and she grinned before leaning back in to claim his lips again.
Whatever precarious truce they’d been balancing on in the bathroom last night seemed to be back, and as Beth’s hands palmed over his cock, he let out a strangled groan. Determined not to let her render him completely incapacitated by her touch like he knew he would be if she kept doing what she was doing, Daryl ripped her shorts off and then pushed past the soft cotton of her underwear to graze his knuckles over her slick folds. She bit down on his lip, letting out a muffled groan that sounded like his name. Two of his thick fingers were inside her before she could draw another breath.
‘Yeah, like that,’ Beth keened, successfully working past his zipper and using her feet to kick his pants down his legs.
Daryl bucked into her as she found his hard dick and started stroking. Moisture from his tip was already making him slippery in her hands, but then she broke away from his lips to spit into her palm and he was gone. His fingers worked in her quicker, deliciously wet, and when he took them out to rub them around her clit, her breath caught. He had been able to tell the night before when she was about to come, and now was no different. The more he rubbed her the closer she got, and when a crease appeared between her brows and her mouth fell open against his, tongue hovering between his lips, he stopped, clutching her hips with harsh pressure. Beth caressed his dick a little quicker, pulling out a grunt from him.
‘What’s the matter? Scared you won’t be able to make me come again if I finish now?’
Daryl chuckled low into her, fingers falling back over her clit and pressing into her with a pressure that had her teasing smile dropping.
‘Sure you can handle it?’
Beth’s fingers tickled over his balls and they tightened instantly. Her lips curved into a smile.
‘I think I’ll be fine.’
Daryl brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on the fingers that had been inside her. She watched him with a heaving chest, writhing on the table as he brought them back to her clit. When a breathless gasp fell from her lips and she thrust her hips up, forgetting his cock between her hands, Daryl quickened his fingers and felt a throb of arousal shoot through him as Beth dropped her head against the barn wall.
‘F-fuck.’ She keened, sweat trickling down her chest, pulling him back into a messy kiss while she rode out her orgasm.
Daryl didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. Grabbing her hands and pinning them behind her back, he leant into her, letting the tip of his throbbing cock push through her soaking pussy. He dropped his head at the feeling of her walls expanding to fit him, biting down hard on her shoulder as her hands went to his hair.
‘Christ,’ he muttered under his breath, dragging his tongue over her collarbone and back up her neck to her lips.
Daryl opened his eyes, knowing that last night the sight of her taking his dick had nearly done him in. Another wave of desire rippled through him after one look of her wet pussy spread open for him, clit swollen from his fingers. Beth’s hands pulled on his hair a little more urgently when he sped up, making the table shake under her.
‘You like that, huh?’ He grunted. ‘Like sittin’ there like a goddamn princess while I fuck you?’
Beth whimpered, ankles digging in to the small of his back. Daryl briefly considered edging her again, but she’d said she wanted him to make her come over and over, and he was more than happy to oblige. He leant back a little, angling her hips up as he pumped hard into that spot inside her that had her pulling her hands from his hair and flinging them onto the table to try and find purchase against the unbearable pressure.
‘Shit, Daryl –’ Beth groaned, taking in quick breaths now as she got close.
There was something to be said about how her moaning his name like that made his balls tighten, made his cock twitch inside her, but then she was coming, hands blindly gripping onto whatever was next to her on the table as he thrust in and out of her messily, and there was no room in his mind to think of anything else. There was a tiny click and then a momentary flash, and they both turned in surprise, Beth’s hair stuck to her face and Daryl’s hands braced around her waist, looking to the polaroid camera she’d closed her hand around in her moment of bliss.
Beth let out a breathless laugh as the film came out of the top, glossy and white as it slowly developed. She met Daryl’s eye and he couldn’t help the small grin that played at the corner of his mouth at the thought of her accidentally taking a picture of them fucking, right as she came.
Her legs shook around him as he pulled her off the table, and a moment later they’d both completely forgotten about the polaroid as they found each other’s lips again. Daryl brought his hands low, sliding down her back and moving to knead at her perky ass as she tugged his cock towards her pussy. He felt his heart stutter a little when she dragged his tip over her clit, a butterfly like pressure that he wasn’t prepared for. He wasn’t for gentle things, wasn’t for taking his time to properly enjoy himself because he’d never felt he properly deserved that. Beth’s hand was slow as she stroked him, made for easy things, not made to hold him like this. He almost let her, almost melted into her touch and stayed still, but then she buckled on her feet, still shaky from her come down, and Daryl was pushing her into the barn wall.
‘Can you come one more time for me, hmm?’ He growled into her neck as his cock slipped against her.
Beth nodded, lips moving over his neck to keep kissing him as he dropped his head to her shoulder. He gripped one of her thighs and lifted, sliding his dick into her easily.
‘Fuck.’ Daryl growled, knowing he’d barely be able to hold out another minute if her pussy stayed this tight and wet.
Impatiently, he moved around until she was moaning under her breath, her teeth brushing at his neck, tongue hot. Daryl kept one of her legs lifted as he fucked her with long, deep strokes, building that pressure in her once again. Her legs were already shaking with the intensity of the last few minutes, and with her bruising he knew she’d be sore, but the way her pupils were eating the blue of her eyes told him she didn’t want him to stop. When his other hand found the nape of her neck, Beth’s eyes fluttered closed, and when his fingers tightened around her throat, she let out a low whine.
‘Fuck, Daryl – fuck, just like that – yeah . . . oh, shit you’re gonna make me come again –’ Beth keened suddenly, and Daryl met her lips with a bruising pressure, squeezing her throat tighter as she gasped into his mouth, shaking all around him.
Her pussy throbbed against his cock as she came again, and Daryl wasted no time in letting go of the tension in his stomach that had been keeping him grounded, waiting for her. He pumped in and out of her sloppily as his control waned, dropping his head to hers and relaxing his fingers on her neck as she tried to steady her breathing. Beth’s hands were moving down his back now, and the wave of fear that passed through him was nothing compared to the pleasure coursing through him now. It took him a moment to realise what she was doing, and by then his cock was slipping out of her and his hips jerking shakily as she dropped to her knees, wasting no time before taking him deep in her mouth.
‘Jesus fuck Beth –’ Daryl’s voice was strangled, hands flying to her hair to steady him as she bobbed her head quickly, cock hitting the back of her throat.
Beth’s tongue was wet and warm and her lips were creating a perfect friction around him and when her fingers ran over his balls, he finally let himself go, tangling fingers in her blonde waves and thrusting into her mouth as he shot hot come down her throat. Daryl’s vision was covered in black spots for a moment as he bent, watching Beth swallow before giving a final few strokes and taking her mouth off his cock with a pop. She got up, dusting her knees off and looking at him, almost shyly. The thought that someone who always spoke their mind and didn’t care what he thought about her somehow letting a shadow of self doubt through made him strangely quiet. The sight of her vulnerability wasn’t something he was used to, and he didn’t know what to do with it. It felt wrong to go back to just being a smartass after the last day. Daryl cleared his throat, pulling his pants back up and trying in vain to steady his breathing, but it had been different ever since they’d kissed.
‘That was, uh . . .’ Beth started, wrapping her hands around her chest and looking to him with a grin that could almost make him think that she didn’t hate him as much as she said.
‘Yeah.’ Daryl huffed, playing his fingers over the pack of smokes in his pocket.
Beth’s eyes drifted over his face. ‘What, no warning that it won’t happen again?’
‘That what you want?’ Daryl asked after a moment.
She met his eyes, shaking her head slightly. ‘No.’
Daryl fought against his instinct to close up. ‘Me either.’
Beth gave him an uncertain smile before she turned away, pushing her hair from her eyes. Daryl finally forced himself out of his daze and followed her lead, picking up another trash bag to finish clearing the barn. This time, she didn’t move away from him to work alone. And when Daryl noticed the pictures he’d hastily knocked off the table while they’d been fucking, he bent to quickly pick them up in case they were mistaken for rubbish. Beth, close enough to him that she could see what he was doing, leaned against the barn door and drifted her gaze over the table. Daryl followed too, realising what she was looking for.
The polaroid she’d taken had developed, a glossy screen of colour that Daryl picked up, mouth growing dry. Beth’s blonde hair just peeked out of the top corner, her breasts in full view with Daryl’s hips pushed against hers, his fingers slightly out of focus where they dug into her waist. Beth peered over his shoulder at it, and he instantly hoped the shaking of his fingers didn’t betray him.
‘Keep it.’ She said, breath tickling his ear, hair grazing his shoulders.
Daryl turned, watching her eyes glimmer as she stepped into a patch of sunlight coming through the slats of the roof. The picture was burning his fingers.
‘You want me to keep it?’
Beth nodded, biting on her grin. ‘You can use it, later.’
‘Later?’ Daryl echoed stupidly, although he knew exactly what she was talking about.
‘Mhm. When you jerk off and think of me.’
Jesus Christ, this girl was fixing to kill him. Either making him seethe with irritation or simmer with pleasure. This time, she’d tipped the scales towards the latter and he couldn’t think of a thing that could make him want to go back.
‘Makes you think I will?’
Beth laughed melodically. ‘Because I’ll be doing the same.’
‘Ain’t right if you don’t have a picture.’ He muttered with a hint of humour.
‘I got a good imagination.’
Daryl tongued his bottom lip as he tucked the polaroid into his pants next to the pack of cigarettes, gaze never leaving her.
‘Anyway, maybe I’ll get one next time.’
‘Next time?’
‘Yeah.’ Beth grinned, cheeks a little flushed as she looked at him over her shoulder, teeth grazing her lip. ‘Next time.’