Good Times Had

Prologue

Beth giggled as Daryl scooped her up in his arms and carried her inside the cabin, secluded in the mountains of Alaska. It was homey, perfect for their honeymoon. He dropped their bags off of his shoulder, not setting her down as his eyes swept over the room. "What are you looking for?" she asked, playing with his hair. She was glad he'd refused to cut it. He just shook his head and gently set her down on the warn couch beside the brick fireplace.

"I'm going to get some wood," he told her, dropping a kiss on her head before he walked outside. Beth smiled and shook her head. She grabbed their bags and carried them back to the bedroom. She was exhausted from the plane ride, and she was sure he was too, but they hadn't technically had their wedding night yet, so she was sure he wouldn't mind if she kept him awake a little longer. She opened her bag and pulled out the silk down that Maggie and helped her pick out. It was a dark, rich, red, lace trimmed the edges and it barely covered the curve of her backside. It might be a little cold for something so revealing, but she knew after Daryl saw it on her she wouldn't be cold for long.

She slipped into the bathroom and quickly took off her clothes and pulled the silk over her body and studied her face in the mirror. Her makeup wasn't horrible, but her hair had gone flat. She slipped back into the bedroom and grabbed her flat iron, brush, and hair spray. She quickly added some volume to her hair and used the iron to curl some waves into it. Once she was satisfied with her appearance she walked back to the bedroom and dug out the black pumps she's brought with and pulled them on. She couldn't remember being so nervous. She slowly walked back to the living room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors.

Daryl was kneeling in front of the fire he's stared, letting it breath and getting it going. He'd made a bed of blankets on the floor and she smiled when she saw her favorite wine sitting on the table beside the couch. She just stood there and watched him work, appreciating everything she had. He sighed and sat back on his heels and watched the fire. "Daryl," she called softly, getting his attention.

He turned around slowly and looked at her, his jaw dropping as his eyes swooped over her, head to toe and back again. "Holy shit," he whispered, slowly getting up and crossing to her. She could feel the blush cover her face as he took her hips into his hands and pulled her against him. He dipped his head, his lips brushed against hers. "You're tryin' to kill me," he accused, his hands running up and down her sides against the silk. Beth shivered and moaned in his arms as a consuming heat spread through her body. He chuckled and slowly backed up, leading her to the bed he'd made in front of the fire. "I think it's about time I consummated this marriage, Mrs. Dixon."

She laughed breathlessly as he pulled her down to the flannel blankets under them and pushed her hair away from her face. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled. "So I guess you like my outfit then?" she teased.

He smirked and nuzzled her neck. "I have a feeling it's going to look better on the floor." She felt one of his hands on her thigh, easing up her skin, leaving a path of fire behind. "But you're leaving those shoes on." She bit her lip and arched as his fingers brushed against her. He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder. "You're already soaking," he whispered against her skin, gently parking her folds and expertly finding her clit. Beth let her eyes drift shut as he rubbed tight circles around it, her hips arching and rolling into his hand.

"Daryl," she gasped out, pulling his shirt from his shoulders. He pulled his hand away long enough to let her pull it over his head. Beth shook as he slowly pushed one of his thick fingers inside of her and slowly started to pump it. The fire he had built in the fireplace couldn't even hold a candle to the fire he was building inside of her. He buried his head in her neck again, kissing, biting, his beard scratching in the sweetest way. She whined when he pulled his finger from her, only teasing her.

He chuckled and slowly pushed the gown off her body, bearing every creamy inch of her skin. He tossed it to the side and gently covered her body with his. He brushed his knuckles over the slope of a breast, stopping long enough to roll her nipple between his fingers. He was using feather light touches, easing her into it even though her body was an inferno that wanted to burn her up and consume her. Her back arched under him. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered into her ear.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down, kissing him. He had no idea what he did to her. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she got drunk on the taste of him, the smell of him as her hands flew to his jeans and pushed them over his hips. He grunted as he kicked them off and rested in the cradle of her hips. They both moaned as his hard length met her dripping center. "I need you," she gasped out, rocking her hips against his, trying to get some friction.

He smirked against her heated skin and pulled back, looking down at her. "Anything you want," he told her, slowly easing into her body. Beth gasped, arching her back, her nails biting into his upper arms as she was stretched and filled. She wrapped her legs around his hips and buried her fingers in his hair as he started thrusting in and out of her, creating a wildfire inside of her. Daryl wrapped his arms around her waist as the sensations got the better of them. He crashed against her over and over again like the waves on the rocks, building the fire inside of her higher and higher, pushing her to the breaking point.

Beth's nails dug into his skin as she arched her back and rolled her body under him, her head hanging back and her mouth open, breathy pants and gasps and moans falling from her lips as he made love to her. "Daryl," she whined, so close to coming she could taste it. She just needed a little more, just a little something to get her there.

He bent his head. "Come for me," he growled. "Right now, come for me, Mrs. Dixon." That was all it took. She cried out, her body tensing as her mind went blank, stars dancing behind her eyelids, her body clenching around him. He groaned, holding her hips tight as he whispered her name and came inside of her.

Daryl gently eased them to the blankets and rolled onto his side, pulling her against him. Beth smiled and kissed his chest, running her fingers over his skin as his danced up and down her back lightly, the fire drying the sweat on their bodies as they caught their breath in each other's arms. "I love you," she whispered as the fire crackled and popped behind them, casting gentle shadows all over the room.

Daryl kissed her head, pushing her hair away from her face as it still clung to her damn skin. "I love you too." She closed her eyes as he held her beside the fire. Everything started to sink in then. Shane was gone, their lives were perfect, and now they belonged to each other and the whole world knew it. Sleep tugged at them and though she tried to fight it, her eyes fell closed as she fell asleep against his chest, his fingers running through her hair.