We made it! Last chapter of Better Dig Two! As hot and dirty as the last chapter of 'Country' was, this is pure love and fluff. I want to thank you all for your love and support of this story and it's predecessor! I hope to have the first chapter of the third installment "Angel Unchained" up by late tomorrow.

Please keep a close eye on the spin off "Home Sweet Home" by SOA loving mom (AKA Queen Kaye). It will continue to augment my story line and tell parts of the story that I am unable to. I am still flattered beyond words to have such an accomplished fanfiction writer to share my universe. She is also my best friend and without her, this story would not exist. Only two more days until the best show on TV returns guys! I'm so excited!

A special thanks to littleshelly, for helping my muse (basically feeding me Reedus porn), her detailed reviews, and overall love. Now let's honeymoon!

Instead of putting Amber down just inside the door Daryl walked her over to the bed, laying her on it as if she we made of glass. She pushed to sit, reaching for the hooks on the dress at the base of her wings but he shook his head.

"Wait. We got all night. Jus lay down."

She smiled up at him and did as she was told. Daryl sat next to her hip, pulling off his vest to hang it on the bedpost. His shirt came next, tossed into the corner before he pulled off his boots and socks. He left his jeans, climbing over Baby Girl carefully to lay against her other side, head propped on one hand while the other lightly played over her pink swathed hip. He looked down at her solemnly, Amber noticing how the hand touching her was shaking.

"Hey, you need me to light you a smoke?" she asked with concern.

"Naw, it ain't that. Smoked plenty earlier, 'bout made m'self sick. I'm good for a while."

"Then what's wrong, baby?" she frowned, shifting a little onto her side to face him as she touched his scruff. Daryl pressed the side of his face into her hand as he sighed.

"Jus m'nerves, I reckon."

Amber gave him a half smile. "About this? Baby...you've made love to me every way possible, fucked me every way there is." She hesitated for a moment, giving him an impish grin. "Well, every way but one, and we're working on that one."

Daryl snorted, his nerves falling to the wayside. Leave it up to his girl (his WIFE) to make a joke about him getting in her ass on their wedding night. He squeezed her hip, tilting her toward him so he could bring his face to hers. "Yeah, well, that ain't happenin t'night...I just want it t'be perfect the first time we're like this." He kissed her, softly, holding himself back despite the frustration of the last week. After a minute Amber pulled back with an eyebrow raised.

"I most CERTAINLY don't want it to be perfect, Desperado. If it was perfect it wouldn't be me and you."

He leaned back a little for a minute, seemingly to ponder her words. Then he came back with a grin. "Fine then. Now hush, I ain't never made love ta my wife before and I gotta figure this shit out."

They both laughed, the tension and expectations for the night falling to the wayside as they fell into the rhythms and actions that were already so familiar, while they were made new by the changes that day had brought them. Amber stood next to the bed, turning her back to him and lifting her hair so that he could kneel up on the bed behind her to undo her dress. Daryl traced his fingers over wings and his mark first, following with his mouth. Amber shivered, skin prickling with gooseflesh and he grinned, finally loosing her from the dress. She let it fall from her body, stepping out to drape it across the chair at the bedside. Daryl's eyes darkened with lust when he saw what she wore underneath. It was the same pale pink corset she wore the night of the bachelor/bachelorette parties, now accompanied by the matching pink g-string. She must have replaced the ribbons that he cut out of it sometime in the week since. His hands tugged her hips, pulling her back onto the bed with him. He wouldn't be losing his jeans just yet. He knew her, knew she got off on him being in bed with her like that. As she crawled back to the spot she had occupied before Daryl caught sight of something and shifted around on the bed so he could pull her feet into his lap as she lay on her back. The hem of her dress had hidden them up until that point, but her each of her ankles was tied with a wide matching pink ribbon, a perfect bow to the outside of each delicate ankle. He smirked up at her, rough thumbs tracing the thin skin next to the bows.

"You can untie..." she began.

"Nope." he interrupted firmly, obviously meaning for them to stay.

He laid her feet back on the bed, climbing back up to her side. There was no hesitation this time, no nerves. Just love, familiarity, and an undercurrent of lust so strong that it nearly took their breath. Their mouths met, hungry, as Daryl flattened his hand against her lower back, pulling her body flush with his. In one movement he flipped them, Baby Girl ending up straddling his hips. Her mouth fell to his neck and Daryl turned his head to give her better access. Her tongue glided and then teeth skimmed, making him growl and move his hands to the front of the corset. The cups were pushed smoothly under her breasts, freeing them. He had learned that particular trick a few months before. Then he wasted no time, alternately kneading and caressing the firm flesh. Her nipples were already pebbles by the time his forefingers and thumbs found them.

Her mouth lost it's pace, now on his collarbone, when he began to roll the buds. A second later he smelled her arousal and he knew she was already soaked. He needed to taste her, it had been over three days and that was too damn long as far as he was concerned. Daryl gripped her hips and nudged up, waiting until Amber's head popped up from his chest, her eyes meeting his. He glanced up at the headboard and she nodded, moving to reach up toward it. A second later he hitched her up and over his chest, barely even grunting with effort before her knees contacted the bed on either side of his head. When Daryl popped the g-string he heard her giggle and grinned against her himself. He was already used to a small portion of his paycheck going to replace whatever panties he had destroyed since the last payday. He used one hand to push down on her hip and then he was in heaven. She nudged her knees a little wider to spread herself as she came down and Daryl got to work, tongue circling her clit as she rode his mouth, moaning. One of her hands moved down her body to grip his hair, tugging as her body shuddered.

He let Baby Girl set the pace, copying the speed of her hips with his mouth. She amped up quickly, as needy as he was after the last few days. He had the thought that Mac obviously hadn't completely taken care of her needs while he was gone and was a bit smug. His girl (wife, Jesus, WIFE, he would never get used to saying that) needed HIM to take care of her, to make her feel what she craved. Amber groaned and Daryl looked up over her stomach to see her fingers twisting one pale pink nipple and he felt blood rush south, his cock now painfully hard in his jeans. Those were going to have to go just as soon as he got her taken care of for a moment.

Amber began to ride his face in earnest and Daryl brought his right hand from her hip to tease her entrance with the tips of his two middle fingers. She squirmed, begging for them to thrust up into her but he took it slowly, making her wait for every millimeter. Whimpers floated down from above him but that didn't sway his purpose. This was about her right now, and he was taking his time even if she was the one pleading otherwise. Finally he found himself all in, his knuckles pressing into her tender flesh just below his mouth. Even with just his fingers he could feel the end of her brushing against the tips. She was always so damn tiny, no matter how often or just plain how he fucked her. Especially now after his cock being denied entrance for a week. That was just fine though, he was going to fix it here shortly.

He withdrew as slow as he entered her, making sure to drag down her front wall. Amber groaned in frustration.

"Daryl, PLEASE!"

Well, hell, since she was being so polite and all...

He suddenly sucked hard on her clit, dragging it between his front teeth while thrusting his fingers into her sharply. Amber gasped and pulled his hair making him growl. The vibration set her off, wet flooding out of her as she rode down on him hard. Daryl had the amusing thought that she could very well suffocate him. As far as he was concerned, there could be no better way to go. Even with her thighs next to his ears he heard her.

Baby Girl didn't cry out. She didn't moan. Hell, she didn't even shriek. She fucking SCREAMED Daryl's name as she gripped the headboard, slamming it against the wall. She came for forever, him continuing to work her with his mouth and hand. Then she slumped over him and he withdrew his fingers from her with a wet sound, lifting her hips. Amber turned and ended up sitting against the headboard as he sat up, wiping his scruff with the back of a hand. He grinned at her triumphantly, crawling up between her legs. She looked at him with half lidded eyes, hands going for his belt buckle. He let her have it, not able to wait any longer to be released from the confining fabric. She worked it quickly with practiced ease, the button and zipper going next. Then her sweet soft cool hand worked into his boxers and Daryl hissed as she withdrew his already dripping member.

"Looks like somebody's a little frustrated, Desperado." she said, smirking up at him as he knelt between her legs.

"Wonder why?" he groaned back between clenched teeth as she began to stroke him, perfecting the twist from the very first. After a few seconds she ducked her head to take him into her mouth but Daryl twisted his hips away, gently grasping her jaw to make her look up at him.

"Naw girl, not now. Ya do that and our weddin night'll be a big let down."

Amber snorted and rolled her eyes, Daryl sliding off the bed to rid himself from the remainder of his clothes. She turned her back to him and he carefully untied the ribbon of the corset, sliding it up and over her head when she held her arms up. It was hot as hell, but he wanted nothing between them when they did this.

And then they were skin to skin again, facing each other on their sides as he kissed her deep and slow, their tongues seeking out every corner of each others mouths. Baby Girl hooked her knee up over his hip and pushed, Daryl taking the hint and rolling onto his back.

"This okay?" she asked quietly, watching his face as she positioned herself over his member.

He answered with a slow nod which turned into a groan as she slid onto him. His fingers dug into her hips, arms flexing as Daryl fought against the urge to slam her down on him fully. The sensation of her around him was almost to much and he clutched at her waist as soon as her body was seated against his.

"Don't. Move." he warned through clenched teeth.

She smirked down at him, clenching her muscles around his throbbing hardness.

"Stop girl! Now!" he gasped out. "Fuck, ya make me go a week and then do that shit? Ya beggin for me ta embarrass m'self."

Amber bent over him, elbows on either side of his head as she littered kisses along his clenched jaw until it relaxed.

"I'm sorry, baby. Just want to make you feel good." she said, honestly not sounding a bit sorry. She continued kissing him, moving through his scruff and working her way to his mouth. When they were fully entrenched in the kiss Daryl relaxed his hands, urging her to begin moving. She made her strokes long and smooth, almost taking herself completely off him, his head only barely in her before she descended again. Her movements gradually shortened, becoming tighter and faster as his hands began to work her breasts. He rolled her nipples in tandem and her hips lost their rhythm for a moment, returning to begin an all out grind against him as she bit his lip. Daryl bucked underneath her, knowing she was close and he was nearing his limits on being able to hold off.

He waited until he could feel the tell tale twitches around him, and her warmth and heat began to grow. Amber began to make the little "oh" sounds that he knew so well. He quickly moved an arm around her waist, gripping the opposite hip as he flipped them. He began to drive into her with all he had, arm staying around her to adjust the angle to the one he knew she needed. A couple thrusts was all it took and she slammed down around him, back arching off the bed and nails biting into his inked back. She pulled Daryl along with her, muscles in his legs and ass rolling as he dug into the bed to push as deeply as he could into her. He roared against her neck before biting down. He had tried to keep pain out of the equation this one time, but it was just them and somehow wasn't complete without it.

They came back down, Daryl kissing the mark he had left and then rolling onto his back and pulling her over his chest. They dozed off like that, Baby Girl's hair, still with tiny pink wildflowers, spilling over his chest. They had plenty of time for more later.

This was just the beginning.

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The next day, 10 p.m. A private beach house outside of St. Augustine, Florida.

Daryl pulled the Scrambler into the garage of the beach house after giving the numbers above the door a quick glance to make sure they had the right one. The smell of the ocean had been filling his helmet for the last hour and it was joined by the ocean breeze as soon as he pulled it off. He held his hand back over his shoulder, Baby Girl taking it and swinging slowly off the bike. She held onto his hand for an extra second after her flat boots contacted the concrete and he knew it was because she was sore and wobbly after riding so long.

He had purposely taken the ride slow and easy, for himself after the hell of a ride to and from Canada as well as in consideration for Amber. They left the clubhouse at eight that morning, after three lovemaking (okay, one lovemaking, one fuck, and one nasty Daddy/Little Slut whatever-the-hell-that-was) sessions the night before and a quickie that morning. They had made the ride leisurely, stopping to eat or to just relax while he smoked every couple hours. At the Florida state line Baby Girl had sat outside the rest stop and called the reservation company to confirm that the key was going to be under the mat of the beach house since "my husband and I" were going to be coming in late. Daryl had grinned so big at being called that, that he had nearly dropped the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Ya a'ight?" he asked, sliding off the bike himself.

"Yep!" she answered excitedly, pulling her backpack from the saddlebag closest to her to sling it over her shoulder. "Come on! I want to show you something!"

"Hell yeah!" he agreed, eagerly following her into the house.

"No! Not THAT!" Amber huffed, "You had plenty last night and this morning." She sat her bag on the kitchen table after flipping the light on. Her hands had barely touched the zipper when her feet left the floor, Daryl picking her up to pin her between him and the wall.

"Sorry, Baby Girl. It's our honeymoon, that means I get THAT whenever I please." He smirked down at her, making sure she felt his erection digging into her hip. She squirmed, trying to get away, but then stopped knowing her motion was just making the problem worse. Instead she smiled up at him sweetly.

"Let me down, Desperado. I can't get on my knees like this."

Her feet immediately hit the floor, Daryl grinning wickedly as be undid his belt. Amber dodged around him, holding her backpack up between them as he spun around and grabbed for her.

"Stop baby!" she laughed as Daryl gave her a glare. "Please, I promise, I'll give you the best head ever."

"What's so damn important?" he asked, shrugging out of his vest to hang it on a chair.

Amber dug around in her bag, pulling out her bathing suit and setting it to the side. "The OCEAN, Desperado. That's what is so important. You've never seen it! Now here, put your swim clothes on."

"Girl, I ain't wearin no..." he was cut off when a wad of denim hit him in the chest.

"Yeah, yeah, no bathing suits, I get it. There ain't but one bathing suit a DEMON or a redneck, for that matter, would be caught dead in."

Daryl held up the pair of knee length jean cutoffs, catching the black wife beater she threw with his other hand. Now, that he would wear.

A few minutes later they stepped out of the patio door, the ocean breeze whipping Amber's hair until she quickly pulled it back with a band from her bag, then snagging Daryl's smokes and lighter out of the front pocket to light him one. Then they walked, Amber tugging him up the dune behind the house in her excitement. She watched his face in the moonlight as he topped the hill. She knew the second he saw it, his eyes widening in what could only be called wonder (even though she knew the hard ass would never admit it). It was the same look he had every time she introduced him to something new, whether her homemade Indian food, a sexual kink she thought he would like, or any of the other experiences she had shared with him.

"Fuck..." he breathed, pulling the cig from his mouth as he pulled her to him with his other arm.

"Pretty awesome, huh?" she asked, looking at him with a bit of her own wonder.

"Hell, yeah. Like it goes on forever..."

They walked to where the dune leveled out, Amber pulling a blanket out and then weighing it down with her bag. Daryl went to sit but she tugged him back up.

"No, silly. You've gotta get in!" She hesitated for a second. "We've got a hundred feet of private beach, baby. And the houses on either side are empty this week." Daryl looked at her for a second and then realized what she meant. He flicked his mostly finished smoke to the side and pulled his wife beater off, dropping it on the blanket. He followed Baby Girl to where the waves broke on the sand, absorbing the moment with all his senses. Even taste, as the salt was so heavy in the air that he could taste it. Amber waded out to her knees, Daryl following closely behind as he hissed at how cold the spring surf was. He caught up with her, pulling her back against him.

"Mind ya rings." he reminded her, holding up her left hand in his to check the engagement ring and matching band of white gold and alternating pink and black diamonds. He knew they'd never find them if they slipped off her hand out here.

"You too, DEMON." she cautioned back, turning their hands over so she could look at his ring. The simple black titanium band looked both odd and natural to them both at the same time. She had known Daryl was not a man for fancy things, glad that he would wear one at all. The choice of metal had been practical, considering the beating it would surely take between the farm and the club.

"I love ya." he said, voice odd and strangled. His right arm tightened around her stomach, pressing her more tightly to him as the water ebbed and flowed around their legs.

"I love you too." she answered, no other words necessary.

Daryl held her against him in the night, looking outward to the horizon, to their future. He rested his chin on her head, loving how Baby Girl felt against him, this tiny woman who in less than a year had turned his life upside down and set it to rights too. Daryl might have been hundreds of miles away from that house he built on the pond.

But this, that he held right here in his arms, she was his home.

"Angel Unchained" will have it's first chapter up hopefully by late tomorrow. Kaye, Shelly, and myself are already flailing over the plot and additional characters. Amber and Daryl are going to explore the BDSM aspect of their sex life, while loving each other senseless. But then things happen, that threaten not only their lives, but also relationship as well as their sanity. Others around them will not escape the turmoil. But unparalleled joy will also be reached as they fight for what rightly belongs to them. We'll see you there!