A/N: Hello, I'm sorry this took a lot longer than I planned. And I want to thank everyone who commented on this story, I truly appreciate all of you!

So, I actually went through like 6 or 7 different versions of this chapter before I finally felt this one was right. It's a little different than Ch. 1, so I hope you enjoy it and please review! :))

The walk to the showers was longer than he remembered and with each step closer, a new reason to turn around cropped up in his mind. This was just insane, wasn't it? This wasn't some crack-whore that Merle talked into fucking his baby brother. Beth Greene was the embodiment of sweet and innocent – a farmer's daughter – a farmer that Daryl just so happened to deeply respect and admire. There was never anything in her behavior to suggest she was capable of the stunt she pulled today. If there had been he never would've allowed Beth to come with him. He wanted to tell her no; God, he should have stopped her. So much could've gone wrong.

His own behavior was just as shocking to him as hers was, and it's because of him that they're even meeting right now. They were both to blame, or, maybe blame wasn't the right word. They are both human, and they both have needs. She was still so young it was strange to think of Beth as a woman, but that's exactly what she was. Her life ended right as it was about to begin, maturing into an adult much faster than normal – maybe the one thing they had in common.

There was no hesitation in her eyes as she offered herself, straddling him and begging for his help. She wasn't disgusted by him as he always thought she had been. And fool he was, he told her of the fantasies he sometimes allowed his mind to dwell on, but had no intention of ever acting upon. Part of him wanted to believe that she had similar thoughts about him, that she wouldn't have fucked just anyone on that bike. But he didn't think too much about that. For what he was about to do, he needed to believe she only wanted him.

A crack of thunder echoed deep within the concrete walls, feeling as though the foundation itself was shaken. A flash of lightning temporarily lit up the hall, and caused him to walk that much faster. The storm had settled right over them, and it showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. Daryl adjusted the crossbow on his back, fearing they'd lose power at any moment. He didn't like the idea of Beth alone, in the dark or otherwise. The last thing he needed was anyone sending out a search party for him or Beth, and he sure as hell didn't want to have walk back in the dark. He's not even sure what lie he told to cover his tracks; he's just hoping the storm would keep everyone else exactly where they were.

Arriving at the showers, he stopped at the sight as Beth shimmied out of the wet clothes that clung to her already drenched skin. He had been so nervous to come here. He was still nervous. He's fairly certain that if Beth wasn't a virgin, then she was about as experienced as he was – as in, not very. On the bike it was different – hurried and rough and they only took off what clothes got in their way. It was easy to react to her, to simply fuck her as he's done before. Here there would be no hiding, exposed and vulnerable in each other's presence. He may yet disappoint her expectations.

Beth stepped under the stream of steaming water, combing her fingers through the tangled mess of her hair. With her arms raised and her shoulders back, her breasts protruded even more, as if begging for his touch. They weren't as large as the women Merle used to throw at him, but they fit her body perfectly and he ached to touch them. She turned to face the wall, letting the water cascade over her hair and down her back. He let his gaze wander over her, not really critiquing her body, but definitely enjoying her shapely ass and long sexy legs. A confusing wave of shame and arousal trembled through him at the red imprint of his hand where he smacked her ass. He felt guilty that he'd done it, but the sight of his mark on her skin was incredibly arousing.

He could hear her soft humming as goosebumps peppered her skin. Hot water was in short supply and if he didn't join her soon there'd be none left. Toeing off his boots, he shed his own drenched clothing into a pile and made his way toward her. He set the crossbow as close as he could where it was out of the spray of water, but still within his reach. Wrapping his arm around her waist, her body pressed back into him as she let out a little moan.

"I was beginning to think you weren't comin'," She said, keeping her eyes closed. Gathering her hair to one side, his mouth nuzzled her neck as his hand reached down to settle on her hips, holding her still as he pressed himself into her.

"Got here just in time to catch your little show," he growled against her ear, "Should be more careful, girl, never know what kinda dirty old rednecks could be watching."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Mmm..." He just stood there hugging her against him, absorbing the moment, determined that she remain unaware of his anxiety. The full weight of what they'd already done, and were about to, was settling heavy on his shoulders. He didn't consider himself any great lover; he wasn't a virgin, and that was about the most he could say. There was so much he wanted to say, but he didn't have the words.

Beth opened her eyes and turned, rising up on her toes to drape her arms around his neck. She smiled at him, her eyes so full of trust it made him feel downright dirty. His hands skimmed the underside of her breasts, tracing over her ribs to wrap behind her back.

"Should we talk about–?"

"No, not yet; not now." She replied, grinding her hips against his stiffening cock, " 'Sides, I already know what you're gonna say."

"Oh yea?" he groaned hoarsely. She spun them around so he was under the spray of water. He tilted his head back, getting his hair wet as she clung to him.

"You're gonna tell me that I'm too young and you're too old and that this is wrong, and you shouldn't want me. You're gonna try to explain it away and turn it into words and reasons, but I don't care about any of that right now. I'm a woman and you're a man and in this moment we want each other and that's all the reason I need."

"Well, that's not exactly what I was gonna say, but…it ain't far off." She pressed herself closer, leaving no space between their bodies.

"Kiss me, Daryl…"

Bringing a hand to cup the side of her face, he kissed her forehead, her eyes and down her nose to the tip of her chin and finally, her lips. She had a luscious mouth, her tongue teased and promised, invited him in and sucked and licked and dared him to do more. He had a feeling that she was way ahead of him, more excited than he'd thought as her arms tightened around his shoulders. She'd looked so calm and composed when they got back, but Beth was a girl who was able to keep up a cool front, and obviously she'd been thinking about this for some time. All it had taken was a ride on his bike to set her off and she was instantly on fire, burning him as well.

Beth was somethin' special, though. She deserved more than him; more than to be sprawled out in the wide open in the middle of a damn apocalypse, more than to be in these dingy showers with him. He was completely unworthy of her, but he wanted to be. He would do whatever she wanted, even if it meant doing nothing at all. He didn't want to be her toy, and he didn't want her to be his – he didn't want them to use each other just so they could feel something in this shit world.

A nervous giggle escaped her as she broke the kiss just long enough to draw breath. He followed her lead, but he didn't let her go. Her body relaxed against him as his lips kissed along her jaw line, nibbling on her earlobes as he moved to her neck. It was slow and tender, nothing resembling what they'd done before. She moaned and giggled as he cuddled her, warming her up with his own body heat.

He claimed her lips once more in a tender kiss, a soft moan vibrating against his lips. There was no rush now. In the relative safety of these walls he could explore her, without all the rough desperation of their earlier experience. He could take his time and make love…well, he didn't know nothin' about making love, but he could take his time at least. He could do this the way he's always wanted but never had the chance.

"Tilt your head back…" he commanded softly.

"Why?"

"You know we don't have hot water and it only stays warm for so long…" Without releasing her hold, her head dipped back beneath the spray of water. His hands left her body just long enough to grab her bottle of shampoo, his senses immediately assaulted by the fake and overpowering scent of flowers. Beth laughed lightly as he worked his fingers through the tangled length of her hair, massaging her scalp, relishing each soft moan she made.

Again, she leaned back, and he worked the suds through as the water rinsed the remaining soap from her hair. He repeated the process with her conditioner, unable to suppress a smile as she beamed up at him.

"Every shower should be like this…"

"You wish…" he grumbled against her ear.

"Yes, I do…" she said, then she grabbed her shampoo bottle again.

"What're ya doin'?" he asked as she poured more into her palm.

"Washin' your hair…"

He pulled back out of her reach, "Not with that, you ain't. Just use the soap…that's what I do, anyway."

"O…k…Whatever you say, Mr. Dixon." She turned the water off to conserve the heat, and he tried not to laugh as she couldn't quite reach his head. It would be easier if he turned around, but he wasn't about to let her see the mess of his back. She groaned in frustration.

"If you ain't gonna turn around, will you bring your head a little closer, please?" she demanded.

"Like this?" he asked, dipping his mouth to hers. She moaned in approval, her soapy hands sinking instantly into his damp hair. "Or like this?" he asked again, moving his lips to her hardened nipples.

Little sighs and quiet moans slipped passed her lips, her nimble fingers working the soap through his hair, slow and methodical. The harder he sucked her sensitive skin the tighter she'd fist his hair, a sensation he was discovering he rather liked. She took longer than necessary, wrapping his hair around her fingers, scratching and massaging his scalp just as he had done to her. It was such a simple act that somehow felt incredibly intimate…and he enjoyed every second of it.

He had to agree – every shower should be like this.

Reaching passed him, she turned the water back on. He rinsed the soap from his hair quickly and smiling down at her, turned them so she could rinse the conditioner from hers. They looked like two wet rats, shivering in the near dark, and he'd never seen anyone more beautiful.

"I was gonna wait…ya know, till I was older." She said suddenly, taking him by surprise. He knew she'd lied about that.

"To have sex?" he clarified.

"Yes, a-and no. I mean, I wasn't really savin' it for anyone before this all happened. I gave it away just so I could say that I'd done it," she explained, a tinge of regret lacing her words. But then she grinned at him, "But when I met him…I didn't think he'd accept me, so I decided to wait till I was older." Now she had his full attention. Who in the hell would turn this girl down? He's wanted her and he always held himself in check, but in the long run he just couldn't deny her.

"Who was he?"

"He is a good man, the best I know."

"He's alive?" she nodded. He was confused, they'd been living side by side for months and he's never seen her with anyone except that Jimmy kid, and he knows it weren't him, "So what happened?"

"Well, I was kinda young when we met, I was technically legal in Georgia, but I didn't think that'd matter much to him. Plus, I have the body of a little boy, no curves, small chest..."

"Stop…" he grumbled and she shrugged a dismissive shoulder at him as she smiled.

"I've had my eye on him for a while, but he never knew. I planned to just get a little older, mature a little more, maybe get some more experience on the downlow and after that I was…I was gonna make my move." She blushed then, her gaze dropping to the tiled floor.

"Do I know him?" she nodded, and his heart sank. "I's Rick, ain' it?"

"No! Daryl…it's you!" she said, poking his chest emphatically.

"C'mere ya little liar…" she gasped and laughed out loud as his arms struck out, coiling around her waist like a snake and pulling her back against him. "Tryin' ta make me jealous of my damn self?"

"I wasn't telling you that to make you jealous. You just seem to wanna talk, and I want you to know and never doubt that I want you…that I have wanted you and I will only want you in the future. If you want me, too, that is…" Everything she said was exactly what he needed to hear, he just hoped she wasn't lying to just get him in bed.

"Year crazy, girl…"

"Woman…" she corrected him. He nodded. His gaze locked intensely with hers.

"Woman…" he repeated, "My woman – that what you wanna be?"

"More than anything." He considered her words, their situation in this prison and life in general. If she wanted him, then she would have him, but there were things she needed to know.

"I ain't some grand prize, ya know? I got a lotta shit and I…I wanna do this right but I'm not sure I got that in me. Are you sure you don't want some carefree younger guy who you can actually grow old with?"

"Now you stop…" she snapped back, her voice rising, "Ain't no one left in this world is carefree and if there are than they're naïve and are gonna end up dead. There's no guarantee any of us are gonna grow old, Daryl. And I don't know everything you've been through, but whatever it was, you survived it and I know that because you're standing right in front of me and the man I know is strong, decent, kind, loyal and so good."

He's not sure he believed that, but if that's how she saw him, he wasn't about to argue.

"I don't share, Beth. If we do this, I'm yers and yer mine until one of us changes our mind or dies…"

"I don't share, either. I'm your woman, and you're my man."

"Just like that?" he asked, now fairly certain he was dreaming. She raised up on her tip toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"Just like that…"

She lathered up a washcloth with a bar of soap and handed it to him, turning her back to him with a come-and-get-me grin plastered on her face. She may be the death of him yet. He was about to start washing her when he dropped the cloth to the floor, lathering up his hands instead. He didn't want a barrier between his fingers and her skin. He wanted to experience every inch of her.

Turning the cold water off, she twisted her hair up and held it against her scalp. He dragged his soapy hands from shoulder to shoulder, massaging the base of her neck and sliding down over her shoulder blades to the small of her back. He tried to ignore the contrast of his weathered, calloused hands against her pure unblemished skin; tried to ignore how small she actually felt pressed up against him. Daryl had never wanted to feel like he had power over anyone, wanting only to feel equal to or maybe just a little inferior; afraid he'd turn into his old man and abuse his strength.

"Sorry 'bout this…" he whispered as his fingers slid over the imprint of his hand on her ass.

"Don't be…" she breathed. "I liked everything you did today…" her words cut into his thoughts, her body shivering as she pressed against him, "The words you said…"

"I should never've said 'em. That ain't you –"

"Shh, it's ok. I know it ain't me…" she interrupted. He hugged her closer, trying to create friction to warm her up, "But the way you said them, and how they made me feel – I liked that, too." Her words only aroused him more, wishing that he could touch and taste her everywhere at once. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, and not lose control like some teenage boy.

She didn't have the muscular, hard frame of Michonne. Her arms were wiry; delicate and small – the way he once saw her. Her delicate fingers gripped his hair with a strength that continued to surprise him. His hands slipped around her hips to caress her stomach, running up to just under her breasts, but not touching them. She moaned in soft protest, pressing her back against his chest. Her hands covered his, moving them back to her breasts.

"I love how rough your fingers are," she gasped, "they feel so good on my skin, Daryl."

"For the record, I love these." He said, squeezing her tits for good measure, "You have a natural, beautiful body, Beth. I never want ya ta think I don't love every single inch of you…"

He pinched her nipples as his lips reached hers. Her mouth opened in eager reply, boldly kissing him back, twisting her fingers into his hair. His cock grew harder, aching against her ass, slipping between her legs to rub slightly against her pussy. Her legs spread a little wider in open invitation. He kissed the tip of her nose, then set her back against the tile wall.

"I hope you like this as much," Then pulling away from her, he slid down, caressing her with his lips and tongue until he was settled between her legs.

Draping her leg over his shoulder, he kissed his way up her inner thigh, nipping gently with his teeth. Their eyes locked, her breathing heavy as his fingers slipped between her slick folds. Beth sighed and moaned as he gently moved his fingers back and forth and in slow circles. She angled her hips as he pushed his finger into her, gently rubbing the top of her clit with his thumb. She was wetter now than she had been this afternoon, and she was drenched then. He smirked up at her.

"Have you been walking around dripping this entire time?" he asked, teasing her with his words as well as his fingers, "You should've told me sooner you needed a man this badly,"

Her eyes were wide and intense as they watched him inch closer. Pressing his mouth where his thumb had been, his tongue slipped out, getting his first real taste of her. Her hand gripped his hair in a vice, a harsh gasp escaping her lips as her body tensed. It was a taste he'd never experienced before and couldn't quite explain, but he licked her as if she was the sweetest honey. It was heady like his first drink of alcohol, and he wanted nothing more than be drunk with it. His tongue dragged the length of her pussy with gentle pressure, his fingers still inside, working in tandem with his tongue.

"Daryl…n-no one's ever done this…before…" she gasped brokenly.

It dawned on him that he'd never actually done this before. The closest he ever came was with some drunken red head that'd gotten so furious with his fumbling she showed him exactly where her clit was and told him step by step what to do. After that he didn't much care for sex…until now. He buried the memory, sealing it forever with Beth's moaning and heavy sighs and pleading.

"It feels good, right?" he asked. She nodded frantically, her body rigid against the wall, "Just relax Beth, tell me to stop if –"

"No don't you dare, don't stop now," As her nails raked across the skin of his shoulders, it was becoming harder to convince himself this wasn't a dream.

She bucked and rode against his mouth and fingers, trying to claim more pleasure and pushing his fingers in deeper. He couldn't help but feel pleased. It might only be because she has no one else to compare him to, but he knew that she wasn't faking, and it only spurred him on.

"Remember to keep it down, girl," he said, though he wanted to make her scream his name.

"Oh, fuck, Daryl…" she whispered, her grip tightening in his hair as she rose up on her toes.

"You gonna cum on my tongue?" He moved his mouth to the spot he'd discovered was driving her wild. But she didn't reply, he watched her face from between her trembling legs, her mouth open in the perfect 'o' as she silently bucked and shivered. He licked every inch of her, coating his tongue to savor her taste.

She fell back against the wall and her body went limp, a dazed and contented smile on her face. He stayed in place, his mouth covering her, holding her, until the waves and tremors of her body slowed and finally ended.

"I'm gonna need another shower." She breathed, her words trembling along with her body. He stood and engulfed her in his arms once more.

"Tomorrow…we'll turn blue if we stay here too much longer."

She turned in his arms, her hand pulled his face toward her, kissing him hard and biting gently on his lip. Before he knew it, his back was to the wall and she crushed her body to his. Her nipples were especially hard against his skin, both arousing him and making him feel guilty. He really needed to get her someplace warm, but he just didn't want this to end.

"My turn…" Without warning the cold spray of water hit his back, causing him to jerk them both forward.

"The fuck, Beth?"

"You washed me, now it's my turn." He shook his head at her words.

"No way, we gotta get out of here." He argued, turning the water back off before he froze his ass off – literally.

"You know we have a pool going on you?" she asked, not making a move to leave or get dressed.

"Oh yea? What about?"

"How long it's been since you last showered." He scoffed, nearly chuckling at her.

"I shower…" he informed her.

"I'm sure…" she said with a wide grin, teasing him as much as he teased her. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought he should be offended. But the way she was smiling up at him with that deviant look in her eyes, he just wasn't.

"What do you win? Ain't like we got money."

"Well if I win, I won't have to take care of Judith for a whole day and night." And he knew she had earned that night off, so much so he was prepared to lie if needed.

"And what was your guess?"

"2 weeks."

"So close…it's been nine days…"

"I think that means I win…" She smiled brighter than if he'd given her the world back the way it was.

"Well than…guess you better make it fast,"

She built up a good lather, soaping up his neck, shoulders, and upper back. But then she was quiet, her hands had slowed and he could sense her confusion. Then a soft exhale and the holding of her breath. All too soon, albeit too late, Daryl remembered his scars. How could he have forgotten?! Had she relaxed him that much?

Every nerve in his body was screaming at him to run and hide and lick his wounds in shame. But instead he waited for what felt like forever for her reaction. Her hands dipped down the curve of his back, spreading out to his sides and up the back of his arms. She moved around him, keeping her hand set on his waist. The war was in her eyes – the question of whether she should ask him about his scars, or pretend she saw nothing and continue on in awkward, knowing silence. Even if she could do that, he couldn't.

"You saw…" he said, when she couldn't meet his eyes. She stared at his chest for a long, silent moment, than lifted her gaze to meet his.

"Not if you didn't want me to…"

And in that moment, Daryl loved Beth Greene. There was no pity as she gazed back at him; she didn't demand to know what had happened or treat him like some sick, wounded animal. She gave him not only her acceptance, but the space to decide if he wanted her to know. He nearly kissed her, and though his nerves were still screaming to run, a small smile tugged at his lips. He wouldn't tell her though, there were a lot of things that needed to happen between this moment and that, but his heart was already hers.

"You're something else, Greene…"

She smiled at that and sighed in relief, turning the water back on. He stepped back, letting the water rinse the soap from his back. She lathered up again, repeating the process on his chest and stomach. But her hands slowed once more, and he watched her eyes drinking in the sight of his body. It was the same look she had when she unbuttoned his shirt on the bike. He wondered what she saw that filled her eyes with such lust, but it let him know she wanted him. She dropped the washcloth then, and used her bare hands, letting her fingers explore.

After the soap had been fully rinsed from his skin, she leaned forward, her warm tongue swirling on his tight, hard nipple. He placed his hand on the back of her head and let out a soft groan. With his head tilted back, her lips found his neck, kissing and tasting in slow exploration. It just made his desire more palpable and his dick twitched in response to her touch on his body. Her hands slipped down, circling his hard cock as she began to stroke him with a devilishly naughty smirk.

"This is one of mine…" she said.

"One o' yer what?" he breathed.

"One of the scenarios I imagined us in…" Her hands slid down his outer thighs, tantalizingly close to his cock as she moved them over the top to his inner thighs and up again to his abdomen. His eyes were half-lidded, and he was breathing heavier already.

"How many other scenarios you imagine us in?"

"A few…" Abruptly her lips abandoned him, and before he could register what happened she was on her knees. Her hand had wrapped around him, using a light pressure as she pumped him. Her tongue flicked lightly over the tip of his cock, and then swirled in widening circles. Smiling at him, maintaining eye contact, she took him into her mouth until her lips met her hand. His hand fisted in her hair, squeezing, not sure if he was trying to stop her or trying to hold back the urge to push his cock all the way in.

"Fuck, Beth, what the hell?"

"One of mine and one of yours. You wanted to see your cock in my mouth…" she winked, and he groaned as his cock disappeared once more between her lips. His back fell back against the tile, fearing he'd rip her hair out. She leaned forward and licked him slowly from root to tip with the flat of her tongue.

"Christ," He groaned, and his eyes closed, his head falling back against the wall. Her hands dragged back down to his legs, leaving her tongue in slight contact with the tip of his cock. She moved back a bit, chuckling, her eyes wickedly playful when they met his. And then, her gaze shifting to pure heat, she took him into her mouth again and began to move her hand on his shaft with a firm, sure grip.

While she increased the speed of her strokes, she treated the top half of his cock as she would a lollipop – sucking, moving her tongue to press and slide, swallowing while using her tongue to press him against the roof of her mouth. Allowing his cock to pop out of her mouth with hard suction, and then sucking him back in again. Finally licking and kissing her way back up the underside of his shaft, she used one hand to grip him firmly near the base while she licked over the tip of his cock repeatedly.

Worship, that was the only way he could describe it as she knelt at his feet, looking up at him with such open awe and trust. She was inexperienced, but it didn't matter. What she lacked in skill she made up in curious enthusiasm. He shouldn't have teased her; his cock was dripping as bad as her pussy had been.

She looked up to his face; he was watching with heavy eyes, flushed and breathing hard.

"I love the way you taste, Daryl," she said, barely catching her breath before starting again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" was all he could say as she took him back into her mouth, taking him in as far as she could while she moved her hands back along his thighs to the top of his ass. He felt her run her short nails across his back and down to his thighs as she held him deep in her mouth for a moment, before resuming her hold on his cock and her shallower strokes into her mouth.

"Beth, girl, you need to stop, Sweetheart please." He begged. She did stop, looking to him confused.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, I just…I wanna fuck your pussy,"

"Only if you promise to let me suck you again before you cum."

He could only nod in agreement, barely able to breathe much less speak.

Beth Greene got to her feet and once more draped her arms around his neck. She kissed him, slow and long, her fingers in his hair as he pulled her closer. He was lucky to be holding his own weight much less hers.

She jumped up, securing her legs around his waist. The head of his cock could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. He kept looking into her eyes as he pinned her between his body and the wall, sliding deep inside her with a low groan. She whimpered as he held her up, controlling the movement—a slow grind, barely shifting, his pace steady.

Then, small shifts of his hips teased her; he kissed her again, bearing down hard on her mouth. His hands took hold of her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading as her pussy clenched around his cock.

"Oh Beth..." he sighed, his thighs trembling and knees wobbling as she kissed and nipped at his skin. She was quickly making him burn from the inside out; a sweet white hot flame that was making him ache and pulse for release.

He increased the tempo of his thrusts, needing to distract her. For a moment her head fell forward, her forehead pressing against his. Her hips moved to meet his, and she began to pant, lifting her head, she slid one hand up his shoulder to the back of his neck and pushed it through his hair. Her fingers flexed, and she gripped his hair and tugged him down to lock her lips with his.

Her mouth was almost desperate, much like his had been before. She teased him breathless; he felt her teeth in her kiss, her darting tongue, her mouth was relentless on his, drawing his tongue deep into her mouth. He was lost in her all over again. Her need to be taken was something palpable and real. But he needed to go slow, to fill her with every inch of him, to be as deep within her as possible, to make this last long as long as he could. Because he knew he just couldn't last much longer.

She tensed and moaned, pushing back against him as he nestled deep within the warmth of her body. Her body started shaking, her pussy milking him fast and hard, begging; biting her bottom lip as he drove into her over and over again. He was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, taking unmistakable pleasure in her sounds and responsiveness.

"Beautiful Beth, you're so damn beautiful."

She mewled, the sexy little sounds muffled against his mouth as he kissed her deeply, thrusting harder and deeper inside her. The flash of lightning and flicker of the lights reminded him there was a storm, and he hoped the sounds they made were drowned out by the rain and crashing thunder. The cold water contrasting with the heat between them was strangely sensual, making him even more aware of his body and where they touched, connected and held.

Their gazes locked, her lips swollen from his kisses and body flushed. He wanted her as lost in him as he was in her, wanted her to beg him to take her hard and fast, but he also relished the sweetness and slowness of it. Her pussy clung to him like a glove, tightening and squeezing as she began to teeter over the edge into pure sweet oblivion. Her back stiffened, her limbs quivered and he knew she was fast approaching release.

"Yes...Daryl" her nails dug into his shoulders and she stiffened again, muffling her scream as she bit down on his shoulder, sucking hard, marking his skin with her teeth and nails. It damn near finished him right there. She whimpered and quivered in pleasure and still he moved, driving harder. His big hands tightened on her ass, squeezing the globes as he took his own fill. His muscles rippled under her hands and legs as she held on tight, her sensitive pussy continuing to tighten as he kept pushing wave after wave of pleasure over her.

"Beth..." was all he could mouth softly, closing his eyes. He pumped urgently only a few more times. Her depths contracted around his cock, teasing more from his cock than he thought possible. He kept driving, letting her ride her own orgasm as long as he could, holding back his own release. She was riding his cock for all she was worth, but the pressure of her pussy around her cock was far too pleasurable, and he stepped back from the wall.

He didn't drop her, per se, but she did land hard on her knees. And she wasted no time, his cock was already in her mouth and she had resumed sucking him dry.

"Oh fuck, yes Beth, fuck…" He started moving his hips as she increased the speed and pressure of her stroking yet again. When she allowed the tip to pop out of her mouth, she pushed her hand up far enough to move the skin over his head before pulling back down again to stretch it tight, resuming her oral assault on his senses.

Suction. Pressure. Stroking. Tonguing. Then she was pumping in the short, fast strokes that would soon send him over the edge. Hips shifting, cursing, thrusting... and then she pushed her lips down to her hand and moaned loudly, the vibrations finally sending him into a pulsing, shooting, growling orgasm. He grabbed her head, pushing his hips up towards her mouth, thrusting frantically as his climax crashed over him. He twitched repeatedly as she kept up suction and pressure, continuing to stroke him, massaging his balls as he cursed while ejaculating more than he thought possible.

Their eyes met and he watched her swallow, the lustful expression in her eyes was something he'd remember forever. He pulled her up, hugging her tight against his chest.

The water was off and they stood locked in an embrace for warmth, and to hold each other up. Her body still trembled, and honestly, so did his.

"No one's ever done that fer me…" he said, panting for breath.

"Really?"

Yes, well, it was only ever done as an act of foreplay. None of them ever did that, certainly never swallowed, either. But he didn't want to explain all that.

"Really…" he replied. He took a few steps toward the bench; Beth refusing to relinquish her hold, followed him. He engulfed her in her towel, wrapping her in his arms to both dry her off and warm her up. "Next time we're doin' this in a bed. Yer heavier than you look, Greene."

"Nice…" she replied, her teeth chattering slightly.

"Never said I was nice."

"No, but you are good, Daryl Dixon…" she replied, smiling.

He paused to look in her eyes, "You want there to be a next time?"

"There better be. I never want this to stop, Daryl."

"Never is a long time…" he mumbled, securing his own towel around his waist.

"Never could be a day, nothing is a guarantee anymore, Daryl. I could die tomorrow."

His head snapped toward her, "Don't say shit like that."

"You know it's true. As long as I'm alive, I'll want you – I'll want this."

"As long as that's the case, you'll get exactly what you wish for."

"Don't threaten me with a good time…" she said with a devilish smirk and a wink. Minx. He took another towel, deliberately messing up her hair. She laughed as she fought back and pulled the towel from his grip, leveling him with a stern glare. "It's already gonna be a pain to comb as it is…"

He smiled at her. Being with her didn't feel wrong. He's always been serious, but being with Beth down here, laughing and being playful while everything is so dangerous and miserable is what feels wrong. But maybe, for those exact reasons, is what makes this so right.

"You should get back; they'll come lookin' for ya."

"Yea…" she agreed, though she still didn't try to escape his arms. It was him who pulled away first, retrieving his clothing and dressing quickly. Beth was silent as she watched him, following his lead. Grabbing his crossbow, she fell in step beside him, her fingers lacing with his.

"Oh, I left somethin' under yer pillow; I found it on the run today." He said.

"Oh yea?" At the way she brightened up at those words, he felt guilty for what he actually got her.

"Mornin' after pill. Take it as soon as possible. We'll do it right next time, this is just in case." She nodded in understanding, though she looked a little sad at his request.

Daryl can't ever remember a time when he wanted to cuddle after sex. The women he'd been with were gone almost as soon as they were done, and he wasn't sorry to see 'em go. But maybe it's simply because none of them mattered to him the way Beth did. He didn't have a label for what he felt; all he wanted right now was to carry her to the nearest bed and hold her till the morning. For now it was enough that Beth was his, and he was hers, for as long as she wanted.

He needed time to think, to figure out what this all meant for him, her, and the group. He walked with her until they were just outside the open space where they have their meals. He didn't want her walking back alone in the dark in the middle of this storm. Leaning against the wall, he let her go ahead, telling her he'd come in later so no one was suspicious.

"Good night, Daryl. Thank you…" he nodded, reluctantly releasing her hand.

"Sweet dreams, Greene."

Beth made it back to the cell block on unsteady legs, smiling to herself when she heard Rick tending to Judith. She shuffled into her cell; the most undeniable and delicious ache throbbing between her legs. She can't ever remember a time in her life when she felt so good, so completely alive and satisfied. Twice in one day she'd had Daryl's cock buried inside her, his hand in her hair, his gruff voice in her ear. He had given her four orgasms between their two very different meetings.

It only proved her right. Beth threw herself at him on his bike, and he responded in kind. And when they met again he was gentle, almost bordering on uncertain; he didn't take advantage of her earlier consent. He was a good and decent man, though not without his scars. She nearly cried at the sight of his back, and at the thought of who gave them to him. She would keep her promise though, if he wanted to tell her he would do so in his own time.

Crawling into her bed she found the small box under her pillow. She swallowed the two pills and slipped under her covers, basking in the feeling of warmth and contentment. In this world, moments like these will be few and far between, she knew, and she will savor it while she can. Closing her eyes, she let her imagination run wild with thoughts of next time.

"Hey Daryl,"

Her tired mind was pulled from sleep at the sound of Rick's voice. What time was it? How long had Daryl been out?

"Hey, Beth make it back alright?" Daryl replied, and now she was wide awake.

"Yea, I think she just fell asleep. Where ya been?"

"Taking a shower. Just wanted to warm up after being in that storm." He lied so easily, "Beth said somethin' 'bout a pool?" Daryl continued, a slightly accusatory yet teasing edge to his voice. Why had she told him about that?!

Rick chuckled, "Of course she did. So how long?"

"Nine days…"

"Well, I guess she'll have a day off then…" she was inwardly celebrating when Rick's concerned voice interrupted her, "Daryl, your shoulder! Did you get bit?" she blushed, knowing exactly what happened to his shoulder – the same thing that happened to hers.

"Nah, I mean, well, yea, but not by a walker."

"Then who was it?"

"Some hellcat of a woman I encountered on the run today." She grinned ear to ear at that statement, insanely proud of herself that Daryl would describe her like that.

"Man, have Herschel take a look at that, it looks bad."

"Sure…" but she knew Daryl would likely take care of it himself. Letting her father tend a bite she gave him would make him seriously self- conscious. She listened as he shuffled up the stairs to his perch, wishing she could join him there. Her eyes closed once more to the sound of Rick soothing Judith.

Next time, she would know better than to mark Daryl in so visible a place. She had no intention of hiding their relationship from the group, but Daryl was a deeply private man. Next time, they won't be rushed. They'll be on a bed and she can explore and worship him as she intended to tonight. Like Daryl took his time with her, she would take her time with him. Next time…

A/N: At the moment I don't have another chapter planned, but I never know if inspiration will strike. Again, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading!