Be gentle. It's been a while.

It wasn't the most comfortable position, face down biting into an old threadbare pillow, but she could live with it. She could live with the high pitched moan escaped her mouth every time he thrust into her, deeper than she thought possible. She could live with his fingers were curled around the ends of her blonde hair. And she could definitely live with the feeling of his balls slapping against her every time he pushed into her tight heat.

She gasped as he leaned over her, his body covering hers from behind, reaching underneath her tiny frame. His thick calloused fingers were now dipping between her dripping folds, teasing her where their bodies joined as he bite into her neck. She felt dizzy and it was too much. The pleasure that was building in her body was close to reaching it's peak.

Turning her head to the side, feeling the wet spot her mouth had left on the yellowed pillow, the sound was no longer muffled as she whimpered his name, her arm sliding out to grasp the metal railing of the bunk bed. As much as he loved hearing his name on her lips, he knew they had to keep it quiet, couldn't risk someone catching them. Couldn't risk someone finding out that late at night, when the rest of the prison slept in their cells minus whoever was on guard in the tower, Beth Greene writhed, her body sweaty, muscles contracting, underneath none other than Daryl Dixon.

She wasn't always underneath him. No, sometimes he was under her as she rode his cock, nails digging into his chest, his hands on her hips, urging, almost silently begging, for her to grind against him harder, faster. Sometimes they'd be side by side, facing each other, eyes almost hidden beneath heavy lids, or with her back against his chest, with his strong arms wrapped around her. It had been going on for so long, Daryl wasn't quite sure how no one had caught on yet.

It had started out physical, no strings attached. Beth was no longer a girl, and hadn't been for a long time - the apocalypse would make a woman out of any eighteen year old. But that hadn't been enough for her. Daryl was rendered speechless that the farmer's daughter had actually propositioned him, citing her reasons. Among them had been that she didn't want to die a virgin and well, he was single and the thought of him hadn't made her want to gag.

Daryl hadn't said yes right away. In fact, he hadn't said anything at all when the words spilled from her mouth, which only made her end up blushing, shaking her head sayin', practically yelling a never mind, and all but run away from him. He felt like a dirty old man for even considering taking her up on the offer, but he was a man and she was willing. It was hardly much of a love story.

Over time though, that's exactly what it had become. No longer were their touches limited to exploring each other underneath the moonlight, nor were their glances saved exclusively for appreciating exposed skin, her pale to his tan, against the dingy prison bedsheets. The others must have been blind, to not see Daryl staring at Beth across the table at dinner or to not notice when Beth's hand lingered just a little too long on his bicep when she thanked him for bringing her something back from a run.

Though neither of them would admit it out loud, at least not just yet, feelings had become a part of their secret midnight rendezvous. It might have been just natural instinct, but doing what they did on an almost nightly basis made it so it was only a matter of time before they become attached. In the back of their minds, they both knew this was more than just sex. He made a mental note of where Beth was at all times, keeping a watchful eye out as she took down laundry from the line in the yard, or when she was in her cell rocking Lil' Asskicker to sleep. Beth was always there waiting when he arrived from a run for supplies, or when he came back after a day of killing walkers at the fences, eyes checking him over for injuries. Yes, both knew it was more than just sex. Still, it wasn't as if they could exactly go public with their relationship. As much as their family knew Daryl was a good man, the new people they had taken in probably wouldn't understand and Hershel wouldn't take it lightly that a middle aged man was sharing a bed with his young daughter every night.

Neither would dwell on those thoughts in this moment though. Beth was getting close, Daryl could feel it in the way her hips would pull away only slightly when he would plunge into her, and he could feel her toes curling on the outsides of his legs. He pulled out of her, and could've sworn she actually whined, but he continued on, turning her over so she was on her back and covered her mouth with his in a feverish kiss, swallowing the moan when he pushed inside of her once again. He hooked an arm under her knee, and if she could have, Beth would have thrown her head back. Her erect nipples were brushing against his chest with every thrust, sensitive and soon raw.

Daryl could feel his own body growing closer. Using his head to steady himself above her as he felt flutters in his abdomen. It was risky, with the noise and all, but all common sense had gone out the window at this point, and he pulled back from their kiss, turning his head to whisper in her ear. "Come on Beth, come for me."

Those words were all she needed. Her nails scratched at his back over his scars, and her breath hitched in her throat. He felt her contract around him and he quickly moved his hand from under her leg to cover her mouth, muffling the yell that escaped her. With her slender body practically twitching underneath him, Daryl quickly pulled out as he found release, spilling his seed on the sheets below him. It wasn't the best form of birth control, but condoms were becoming few and far between nowadays, so they made do.

They were both breathing heavily as she rolled to the side with him collapsing onto the bed next to her, mattress springs screaming in protest. Once their pulses returned to normal paces, Beth curled up next to him, hand sliding across his chest, one leg thrown over both of his as he snuck his arm underneath her, tugging her close. They couldn't lay like this forever, not even close, but for a little while, they were good.