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Don't freak out, don't freak out.

She's freaking out.

Beth's hands clench on the steering wheel, her eyes connecting with Daryl's through the windshield of the car where he's stood on his front step, waiting for her. She smiles at him, everything calm on the outside but internally her stomach clenches. Okay, so it really is his place going by his lack of shoes and the mailbox that has 'Dixon' scrawled over it. That's a plus, but she's still nervous as all hell and she didn't expect him to come out to her before she could double check her appearance, or if she has lip gloss on her teeth.

Keeping her bag in the car - so as not to be presumptuous - Beth climbs out and locks up behind herself. Daryl gives her a small smile as she draws closer. She feels awkward just stepping inside so immediately she reaches up to hug him. He tenses for a fraction of a second -not long enough for her to worry- before he wraps his thick arms around her waist. Beth smiles into his shoulder, pushing onto her tiptoes and pressing closer. The calm is slowly wrapping around her, pushing the nerves out. Maybe it's too soon to tell, but she's sure it's going to be alright. This feels natural, normal and she actually really likes it.

He's so much bigger than her. Broad shoulders, thick arms and taller than her, towering enough that his chin rests against the top of her head. It reminds her of his body crowding her against the wall and she presses her face into his chest, hiding a grin. Why was she worried? She's not the best at judging people but she's already had sex with Daryl and has been texting him for weeks, sometimes indulging in a phone call. Even now she can feel a soft, lazy pulse of heat warming through her stomach and down between her legs. Maybe Daryl only wants her company but she most certainly wants to fuck him again.

A lot.

They break away and Daryl nudges his chin inside. "C'mon."

Beth follows and shuts the door behind her, her fingers slipping into his. He glances down at their entwined hands and then at her. She bites her lip, her stomach squirming. Is this too much? Too relationship-y? Daryl doesn't pull away though and she glances around her, trying to take in her surroundings. The front door opens pretty much onto the stairs, a small square space available to carry on up or go left to the living room. There's a mirror on the wall to her right and a small shelf beneath it housing several keys and loose papers, spare change and empty gum wrappers. There's several discarded shoes beneath that, half-heartedly arranged.

It looks normal, it's looks lived in, which is what she's really looking for. As Daryl turns to tug her into the living room she catches a glimpse of cream carpet and halts to kick off her converses. He makes an amused sound and she smiles at him, allowing him to pull her through on the second tug. The living room is a lot different to what she would have expected of a single guy, living on his own. There's cream carpet, white walls and a bright feature wall where a fireplace sits, turned off in the heat. Framed photos sit on the mantle but she's not close enough to see them. A leather corner suite takes up most of the room, smack in the middle.

Behind the sofa is the window, covered with blinds, more photos on the windowsill and in front of it there's the TV hanging on the wall. Beneath that is a complex shelving until, ram packed with gaming consoles, games, DVD's, a laptop, several chargers and bits and bobs. The TV remote is stuffed down one corner of the sofa and there's smudges on the TV. Lived in. The last of her tension bleeds out of her. She didn't truly expect Daryl to be a weirdo but it's good to see the physical evidence in front of her.

He offers to get her a drink and she accepts, taking the time to text Daisy that all is well when he disappears through a door near the TV, to where she presumes the kitchen is. Putting her phone in her back pocket, she pulls her jacket off and slings it over the back of the sofa, padding over on bare feet to glance at the photo frames. Almost all of them are of Daryl and a guy that looks older than him, possibly a brother from the way they hook arms over each other's necks, and there's some younger ones, that look like it could be the both of them.

The other photos are several different people, men, women and children in different places. She's just peering at one of Daryl and a dark-skinned woman sitting on a bench when he comes back in holding two glasses of what looks like Coca-Cola. "Snoopin'?" He asks.

Beth glances up with a smile, sure he's teasing and positive when she sees his small smile. "Just makin' sure you actually live here," she half jokes.

He snorts as she takes her glass with a mumbled 'thanks'. "Good. You tell your friend where you are?"

Beth frowns, stomach tightening only a little. "Yeah, why?"

Daryl's lip twitches. "Calm down, girl. Just makin' sure you ain't stupid s'all."

He walks closer and she rolls her eyes. "Sayin' I'm in danger?"

Daryl shakes his head. "Not with me, but not every guy's like me."

She nods, appreciating what he's saying and it soothes all her anxiety away. Turning her back to him, she peers at the photo frames again. "Who are all these people?"

Daryl crowd's closer to her, his heat at her back, his hips nearly tucked into hers and she bites her lip, a frisson of heat winding down her spine. He's doing it on purpose -she's pretty damn sure- and it makes excitement curl in her belly. When he speaks, it's close to her ear and she shudders. "That's Michonne." He points to the picture of the dark-skinned woman.

Beth nods, stepping back a little so that her ass brushes the front of his jeans. She's glad he can't see her because she can't hide the grin at the small hiss he makes through his teeth. "She a friend?"

Daryl leans even closer and now his hips are flush with her ass and her pulse is thrumming with excitement. He's teasing her, and it's working. "Yeah, she's with my friend, Rick, knew him all my life. He lost his wife, Lori couple years back an' 'Chonne supported 'im. Guess they just fell for each other."

Beth smiles as his finger points out Rick and then a couple of photos with Rick and his kids, Carl and Judith. Individually he points out each person in the photos, naming them all. Michonne's little boy from a previous marriage. A young-looking guy named Glenn who works in Daryl's garage with him. Beth thinks he would be Maggie's kind of type, taking in his dark hair. Carol, her daughter Sophia. Apparently, they met one night when Carol's car broke down and she came into Daryl's garage, frightened and nervous because she was on the run from her husband. He helped her out as much as he could, finding her a job at Michonne's law firm and a place for her and Sophia to live.

"And who's that?" She asks, pointing to who she presumes is his brother.

"That's Merle, my older brother. Don't see him a lot no more. He's always drivin' 'round the states. Wanted him to live here with me, but he don't settle." Beth glances at Daryl as he talks and turns the whole way around.

She was right about how close they were because when she turns fully Daryl practically settles into her, their thighs pressed together. A sound gets trapped in her throat, her mouth drying up and she tilts her head back to look up at him. He's staring at her, his glass now wedged next to hers between the photo frames to her right.

"What?" Beth asks, but it's more like a whisper because her veins are buzzing and all she's thinking about is the fucking great sex they had the night they met.

"Nothin'," he whispers back.

But it's not nothing because he's giving her this look and it's doing crazy things to her, least of which is making her pussy throb. "Wanna watch that movie?"

Daryl clears his throat, stepping back and for now, the moment is broken. "Yeah, c'mon." He walks around the sofa and digs for the remote as she sits down. "What d'you wanna watch?" He asks as he flicks the TV on.

Beth shrugs, stretching her legs out on the sofa like she's been here a thousand times. Maybe it's rude, her daddy would say it is, but she feels like Daryl just wouldn't care about stuff like that. In fact, when he looks at her, it's almost with a pleased expression and she flushes, glancing down at her toenails painted light blue.

"C'mon, girl, you ain't got nothin' you wanna see?" He asks as he flicks over to Netflix.

Beth laughs, thinking of what Daisy would say about Netflix and chill. "Not fussy."

She glances up at him just as he finishes flicking through and chooses a series about zombies. He sits down soon after, pulling her feet into his lap. She smiles again, glancing over at the screen. "This has like, six seasons. That's commitment."

"Guess you'll have to come 'round more then, watch it with me." His answer is casual but he turns his face away like he's worried she'll take it the wrong way.

She nudges him with her toe. "Sounds like-a plan."

Daryl clicks pause on Netflix before it can load and lifts his hips to wriggle his phone out of his back pocket. "You hungry now?"

Beth nods, her stomach gnawing at itself for not eating all day. "Starvin'."

"What you eat?" He asks as he scrolls through his phone with his left hand, his right one casually falling to curl around her ankle on his lap.

"Hot vegetarian," she replies automatically and whips out her phone. "I'm gonna ring my friend a sec."

He nods, keeping his eyes on the screen as she calls Daisy, who picks up nearly before the first ring is over. "Hey!"

Beth grins. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, so, you orderin' pizza?"

"Yep, and I'm gettin' a hot vegetarian." She answers somewhat smugly. "Can't wait."

"I bet you can't, you dog," Daisy replies and Beth snorts she laughs so fast.

"Okay, goin' now, just checkin' in, text me."

"Will do, have fun. Say hi to Daryl for me."

There's a smugness to Daryl's name that makes Beth picture her friend smirking. "Will do. Byeee."

"Bye!"

She clicks off her phone and glances up at Daryl who glances at her soon after. "Want anythin' else?"

She shakes her head. "Just make it a large, my stomach's eatin' itself."

He laughs and she grins. She doesn't manage to get them out of him a lot. He clicks off the phone soon after so she imagines he ordered online. They settle in as he starts the programme, getting comfier every minute until the point that -with a lot of turning and readjusting- Beth is lay on her stomach, watching the TV and Daryl's half stretched over her spine. His elbow is planted in the sofa cushions next to her right hip and his chin is inches above her ass. Where her top's ridden up her hips she can feel his breath, warm and close to her skin.

It's a little distracting, as is his fingers curled around her left knee but she's actually really interested in the season they've started, so it's easier to push it to the back of her mind. They've settled into a soft, harmonious place where Beth doesn't feel awkward or self-conscious. It's easy, being like this, like they've done it a thousand times. It's really good actually. Her body relaxed and loose, a warm breeze playing through the house where a window must be open and the soft sun dipping as it gets later. It's going great, really great, until the programme switches everything up.

They're engrossed at this point, Daryl as much as her she can tell, nearly twenty minutes into the first episode when a sex scene suddenly comes on. It's unexpected because the characters seem to be keeping it a secret and what looked innocent suddenly isn't. All of a sudden, it's hot. The sex scene is hot. A little rough and wild, like the couple can't keep their hands off each other and Beth tries to control her breathing -which makes it worse- and act normal. That fails almost as soon as Daryl's fingers tighten on her knee. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, fingers curling around the cushion her heads lay on.

A sound must come out of her mouth though because she feels Daryl lift up from her spine a little, his eyes keen on her face. She keeps her eyes glued to the telly, refusing to look at him as her cheeks grow hot, a pinprick of heat touching down on the crown of her head as the woman gets pushed down on the forest floor, the man spreading her legs and driving into her. The woman lets out a grunt and digs her nails into the Earth, her eyes screwing shut. They don't show you anything explicit, but there's the long, hard muscles of the man's back and the bare shoulders of the woman beneath him, the real blush on her throat and honest to God Beth has got a sweat on.

Daryl hasn't settled back over her and she's kind of glad because she's getting damper with sweat and he might feel it at the base of her spine where her skins exposed. He's silent and she won't look at him, keeps watching instead as the scene cuts to happenings elsewhere, the sex scene over. Beth expects it to get better after that, to wind back down into that relaxed atmosphere but it doesn't. If anything, the tension gets thicker because he knows she was affected and she knows he knows and it's making her so wet it's going to soak straight through both her panties and her jeans.

His fingers had stayed wrapped around her knee throughout her inner meltdown but now they uncurl slowly and her stomach clenches with excitement. They seem to hover for a moment and then slowly he crawls them up the back of her thigh. Beth's mouth goes dry, heart thrumming in excitement as he gets higher and higher until his fingers brush the under curve of one ass cheek. She's not even watching the programme now, it's just where her eyes are resting as her fingers clench in the pillow and her breathing accelerates. She's literally burning up, a sweat forming along her brow and more wet pooling between her thighs.

Daryl stays at the under curve for a while until his fingers dance over the full globe. A startled breath gets trapped in her throat and she tries with all her strength to not purr like a cat and push her ass into his hand. She doesn't have to though because suddenly he spans his fingers wide, settling them over both ass cheeks and she literally chokes when he squeezes her tight, his pinkie slipping down and pressing against her cunt.

"Shit," she cusses without thinking.

His hand freezes, his whole body by the feel of it and she moans desperately. Now is not the time to be shy. "Don't stop." It's a pathetic little whimper and she flushes straight after.

Daryl's breathing is suddenly a lot heavier, she can hear it over the people speaking on the TV. "This okay?"

"Yeah, promise," she whispers into the cushion, pressing her hips back.

His hand squeezes again and her pussy throbs. "You got a real nice ass, girl." His voice is husky, almost hesitant and she smiles.

How has she, Beth Greene, made a grown man nervous? "You wanna see it?" She asks breathlessly.

Daryl swallows audibly and his reply is so deep, so low, so strained she feels like she could cum just listening to him. "Yeah."

"Help me," she whispers, slipping her fingers under her hips to undo her button.

He sits up further on the sofa, slipping his thumbs into her jeans at each hip and pulling as she pushes them down. He pulls them most of the way off and discards them on the floor. She doesn't look at him, her face now fully buried in the cushion but she hears a hissing breath when he looks at her ass.

Sees her thong.

Her heart is racing to unhealthy levels already and he's barely touched her. He doesn't have to though because his eyes are as heavy as a hand on her flesh and it burns. The white thong nestles between her ass cheeks and sits high on her hips, dipping down to almost be non-existent at the front. It's the sexiest one she owns and the fact that he's looking at her in it drenches the fabric to points where she may never be able to wear it again.

Daryl's voice is thick and throaty when he speaks. "Jesus, fuckin' Christ, girl."

She's going to explode. That's what's going to happen. He's not going to lay one damn finger on her and she's going to fucking combust anyway because he sounds like that. "Touch me," she grates out, almost in the exact same way she said it the first time they fucked.

He growls softly, a deep purr through his chest and out his mouth that makes her shiver. She thought it was possible he would make her do things because he was older and yet she's calling all the shots, demanding he touch her. She decides she might as well continue with that. "I wanna cum."

Daryl's breathing skips a beat like she turned him speechless and then he's all action. A shift as he moves onto his knees between her legs. She spreads them, bending her right knee into the cushions and spreading her left leg until it falls off the sofa. Daryl grabs her right thigh, his hand print like a tattoo on her skin for how hot he's running. He shoves at her right knee but the cushions won't allow it and he grunts as he releases her leg to chuck them over the sofa. When he comes back to her right thigh he pulls it out more, pressing her knee into the back of the sofa so he can get a good look at her.

A strangled sound escapes him, his skin rough when it trails along her thong. He skims down it slowly, passing her asshole and dipping into the entrance of her cunt, scooping up the moisture as he goes. She's embarrassingly wet, so much that it's lubed her clit. Daryl follows the path of wet, pulling aside her thong with his right thumb and holding it against her ass cheek to explore her with his left hand. Beth moans breathlessly into the pillow as he runs his fingers down to her clit, circling it so soft and slow she's already sobbing by the fourth stroke. It's so good, hot and wet, his rough finger so nice on her soft, slippery clit, exposed and fat for him.

She lifts her hips higher, trying to guide his finger inside her. He doesn't take the bait, instead staying on her clit with such patience she thinks she may pass out before she even cums. "Please, Daryl, please."

He only hums back at her and she lifts her hot face out of the cushion to push herself up, forcing his fingers away and turning around to face him. Beth has to bite back a gasp at the sight of him. Wild hair, flushed cheeks, bright blue eyes. He looks delicious. She clambers into his lap and he gropes for her, his large hands grabbing her ass cheeks. She rolls her hips against the hard cock she can feel tenting his pants and he squeezes harder, fingernails cutting into her flesh. They collide into a kiss, teeth crashing together and tongues fighting until Daryl dives his head to her throat and lavishes kisses and bites over all her flesh, down to her bare shoulders.

Beth whimpers, sinking her fingers into his hair and tugging it, arching her throat for him. He growls again and shoves her against the bared back of the sofa, the edge digging into her spine as he holds her nearly in the air with one hand and tries to work off his jeans. "You got a condom?" He pants.

"In the car," she pants back, shoving her own hands down to help him with his jeans. "But I wanna touch you first."

He groans, his mouth falling to her ear. "Need you, Beth."

Her eyes roll practically into the back of her goddamn head. Fuck, yes. "Now, then. Please, now."

"Girl," he grates out through clenched teeth, his cock finally free and so hard Beth actually sobs. "Ain't got no fuckin' condoms, they're upstairs."

"Forgot 'em," she gasps. "Please." She reaches down and grabs his cock, pressing it against her clit through her thong.

"God…nah… I'll… fuck. I'll pull out."

"Okay," she pants. "C'mon."

He yanks her thong aside and she spreads her legs wide, wrapping them around his waist. It's cramped, again and she almost laughs. Is this how sex will always be with them? They actually have a bed, a whole sofa but somehow, they've managed this again. He grunts as he shoves his cock into her, slipping his arms under her thighs to literally hold her above him. She squeals, grabbing his shoulders and digging her nails in. It almost hurts, the way she's sat. He has to force his cock through her tight walls but she's so wet that it's almost no time at all before he's buried deep inside her. "Yes. Hard. Fuck me hard."

Daryl's jaw clenches as he tilts her ever so slightly, her shoulders digging into the edge of the sofa, Daryl's right hand braced against it and his left hand holding her lower back. She knows she isn't that heavy but he's practically holding her whole body up with one hand and his impaled cock. His strength gets her a little flustered and she rotates her hips with a whine, fingers digging into his shoulders through his shirt. He pulls back, spreading his knees on the sofa's other edge and then fucks into her, deep and hard. She gurgles something that's not quite words and moves her hips with him.

It's so fucking good and she keens like a bitch in heat every time he withdraws and then slides back in, wet and hard, deep. Bare. She's absolutely positive that's why she feels near delirious with pleasure, her head barely staying up on her neck and all her weight slumped into Daryl's one arm wrapped around her. She's never not used a condom and whilst she's always loved sex with a condom, she was clearly missing out on something by using them because this feels amazing. So much so she's pretty sure she's never going to use them again. Daryl moans, his forehead falling to press, sweaty and slippery, against hers.

Beth clings to him with one arm and wiggles her other hand between them to fumble for her clit, pressing down hard and circling fast, bouncing her hips as much as she can manage in the space. He pants as he glances down between them, watching her fingers sliding over her wet clit, his forehead pressing even harder against hers. She follows his line of sight, her mouth growing dry at the sight of her pussy spread wide, Daryl's cock slipping in and coming back out gleaming with her juices, her fingers swirling over her exposed clit.

Around his hips, her thighs begin to tremble and she nuzzles at his mouth, pressing their lips together desperately as her stomach winds tighter and tighter. He bites down hard on her lower lip, making it swell and throb when he sucks it better, his hips stuttering as he pants wildly into her mouth. It starts in her stomach, a ball that constricts tighter and tighter, trying to cage a brilliant light. She feels like she could float in it forever, could die from sheer bliss until Daryl's cock hits her deep, the same moment she presses her clit, hard.

He swallows her wail of pleasure, hissing obscenities into her mouth as she cums around his cock, so tight he can't move in the intense second that her whole-body floods with hot prickles. Almost as soon as she cums the doorbell rings. She chokes off her moaning, pulling away from Daryl's mouth to stare at him wide eyed. He groans thickly as he pulls out, gently placing her down on the sofa so he can tuck himself in and deal with their delivery but she shuffles forward before he can, taking his cock in her mouth. He bares his teeth, his pupils blown wide as she glances up at him, the look he gives her making another flood of heat pulse through her cunt.

She dips her fingers down, stroking hard enough over her clit that she'll cum in less than a minute, the way she does when she's alone. Daryl stares in something akin to awe, hands fisting her hair as she sucks her cum off his cock, pushing down as far she can until the gags, the doorbell going again. He gurgles something, gripping her jaw and fucking into her mouth so fast her eyes water, using her wet open hole for his own pleasure, like she's just his to use, and quite suddenly she's cumming all over her fingers, Daryl's own cum spurting hot and thick over her tongue with a growl to follow.

Beth swallows as quick as she can, abandoning her throbbing pussy to jerk the last of his cum onto her tongue. Daryl hangs over her, panting hard as the door knocks quite hard, making her jump and cum dribble down the corner of her lip. He stares intensely at her, eyes bright and feverish, two hot pink balls in his cheeks. She stares back at him, a slow smile growing on her mouth as the cum slowly runs down to her chin.

His eyes flutter shut on a ragged exhale. "Jesus."

God, he makes her feel sexy. He quickly stuffs himself into his jeans, shutting the living door to get their pizza. She falls back against the sofa with a laugh, licking the cum away and feeling soft and sleepy, everything thrumming. When Daryl comes back holding their pizza he looks truly fucked. He dumps them on the table and hauls her up. She squeals, laughing and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"Y'alright?"

She nods, smile so wide it hurts. "God, yeah. Can I stay tonight?"

Daryl laughs. "Don't gotta ask, girl."

She wiggles down, flopping to the sofa and opening her pizza. "That smells so good."

He sits beside her, spread out as she takes a slice and bites enthusiastically into it, moaning softly. "So, good."

Pizza in hand, she hunts for her jeans and phone, scrolling to Daisy's number. Her friend picks up immediately. "Hey, I'm stayin' tonight."

"Wow, already?" Daisy laughs. "Tell me everythin'."