Daryl Dixon is
feeling twitchy. It’s been two weeks since his tryst with Michonne. While he
enjoys the Love Club, the Matchmaker was taking too long to pair him up between
meetings. He replays his encounters with Sasha, Carol, and Michonne in his mind
when he can’t stand the need in his loins and beats off in his cell but it’s
just not enough. He’s going through withdrawals, jonesing for a fuck, and his
left hand just ain’t gonna cut it.
When it comes down to
it Daryl supposes he could always just approach one of the women again. They’d
had a good time together and he’s sure they’d be willing for a second round,
sans the Matchmaker’s interference, but he doesn’t want to go that route. He
doesn’t want them to get the idea he wants anything more than sex and at the
same time he doesn’t want them to feel used.
Still…he needs a
hookup.
Daryl catches sight
of Beth Greene coming from the showers. She stops in the corridor and speaks with
Karen. Her hair is wet and she looks freshly scrubbed. He’d bet anything she
smells great and would feel even better. Karen doesn’t look so bad either,
though he knows she’s got a new thing going with Tyreese and he’s not sure she’d
be willing to participate in the Love Club. They may not be as open to the idea
as Maggie and Glenn are.
Beth…he remembers the
sounds of her moans when he heard Rick putting the wood to her. A rush of
warmth floods his cock and he tries not to get hard remembering it. Beth Greene
still seems so innocent and sweet and not the type to engage in random hookups
but she had. She’d enjoyed it with Rick. Would she enjoy an encounter with him,
too?
Karen seems to notice
they’re being watched and she glances at Daryl, watching him watching Beth. He
turns away when Beth’s eyes find him. He’s not going to be obvious for fuck’s
sake. The sounds of Beth’s moans spur Daryl to decide to head for his cell and
the bottle of lotion waiting there just as soon as he’s finished his rounds of
the fences.
…
When Daryl returns to
his cell an hour later, still worked up, still feeling that persistant need in
his dick, he finds a tiny piece of white paper on his bedside table, along with
a condom. He sighs in relief and picks up the paper.
Your cell, Saturday
night, 11:30 PM
Daryl grins and lies
back. He decides to forgo the beating off session he’d had planned. He’ll save
it for his partner, whoever she may be.
…
Daryl’s all but
pacing his cell when the time comes for his hookup. It’s a bit early for a
Saturday night. He wonders who will show up, who will knock on the wall outside
his cell, and if anyone will see her come in. There’s always a chance that they
could be heard considering there were more people up and about on a Saturday
evening. None of that matters, though. He’s going to get laid. The whole prison
could listen for all he cares.
That is, until the
curtain parts and Beth Greene peers in. He tries to play it off since there’s a
legitimate chance she’s there by coincidence. When she steps inside and pulls
the curtain shut, however, he knows she’s it. She’s his hookup.
“Finally,” she
whispers, kicking off her shoes. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I’ve been waiting
for you too,” he tells her. “I heard you that night with Rick.”
Beth lays a finger
over Daryl’s lips. “We’re not supposed to talk about it.”
He nods and hooks her
finger into his mouth with his tongue. Her eyes slip halfway shut and when he releases her finger she grips his
shirt with both hands and pulls him into a kiss. It’s rough and dirty and he
has a good feeling this is going to be the best fuck of his life. He yanks her
shirt off, wanting her naked as soon as possible, wanting to feel her against
him.
…
It occurs to Daryl,
as he lies back on his cot and watches her kissing her way down the flat plane
of his belly, that prior to hearing her with Rick he’d never once thought of
Beth Greene in a sexual manner. Those days were definitely over.
His dick is hard,
lying against his belly. He feels her chin brush against the sensitive flesh.
Beth’s eyes lock onto his as she deliberately sticks out her tongue and lays it
flat against his balls.
“Fuck,” he sighs. The
visual is just as erotic as the act itself. Sweet little Beth Greene has done
this before. She was sweet, always would be, but she definitely wasn’t virginal
or innocent to sex as he’d always assumed.
Beth’s lips part at
the corners, turning up in a grin, as she continues to lap at his balls. He
watches her enjoying the act as much as he is. She runs her tongue flat against
his shaft. It’s so warm and wet. Almost as warm and wet as he imagines her
pussy is.
A light moan escapes
Beth and her eyes drift closed as she takes him into her mouth. Her head bobs
as she sucks him. Soon she moans again.
“I’m so fucking wet.
My pussy is aching so deep inside…”
That kind of
commentary is almost enough to make him blow his wad right in her mouth but he
can’t form words to ask her not to talk dirty. Instead he grips her arms and
encourages her to let go of him with her mouth so he can roll the condom on.
She’s reluctant to stop suckling him but she allows him to pull her up and lie
her flat against his body after he’s fitted on the protection.
Daryl’s hands gently
roam over her body. His hands, rough from work, and hauling around a heavy
crossbow, and shooting guns, and wielding the steel of various knives, feel
good on her skin, which is developing a light sheen of sweat in her increasing
state of arousal.
His hands reach her
ass which he squeezes. One drifts lower and his fingers begin to massage her
dripping wet pussy. He slips his middle finger inside and she moans against his
mouth.
“Fuck…”
she sighs. Her instinct is to push down on his fingers, wanting to be filled
with him. His hard cock twitches against her belly, eager to feel her from the
inside.
Beth
kisses Daryl. Their tongues lazily circle, their lips are moist and warm, and their
breath is hot in each others mouths. The kiss doesn’t get hurried, even in
their passion. It stays slow, sweet, deeply erotic for both of them. Beth lifts
up and begins to guide Daryl to her entrance.
Beth
breaks the kiss and lays her head on Daryl’s chest as she slides down onto him,
taking him, inch by inch inside of her. He puts both hands on her ass and
guides her, lifting her, feeling the muscles of her thighs flex as she moves, torturously
slow. Her hair smells like sunshine and vanilla and she feels so fucking good. Better than anyone he’s ever been with in his life.
There’s a
strange sensation in Daryl’s chest. It’s kind of like pain, kind of like
pleasure, and he realizes that he’s not used to being emotional. Sex has never
aroused this kind of feeling in him before and he stares at the ceiling,
feeling Beth’s hardened nipples against him, her breath, coming in fast pants,
against his chest. She puts her chin on him and he looks down into her eyes,
staring at him as she begins to move faster.
The sound
of their union is the hottest thing Daryl has ever heard. It’s all fast breath
and the wet sound of his cock in her wet pussy. As she begins to move faster,
Daryl grips her, halting her, so he can change their positions. He gently rolls
her onto her back and then settles between her thighs, entering her once again.
“Wrap your
legs around me,” he whispers.
Beth
obeys, wrapping her legs around until the heels of her feet are against his
ass. He begins to move, his hips pumping faster, her gasps seemingly loud in
the quiet of the night. She bites into his shoulder to stifle the moans that
want to escape her lips. At that moment Daryl buries his face in the pillow and
settles in to literally ride out the storm.
A storm it
is. This went from being a chance at fun to something deeper for him. He doesn’t
want Beth to see his face. He’s afraid she’ll divine the truth in the tears
that are stinging at his eyes as he rides her, driving them both to climax.
They reach the pinnacle together and when Daryl comes he’s uncharacteristically
loud, smothering his moans in the pillow and the crook of her shoulder. Beth
can’t help but hear that his climax sounds akin to weeping.
…
Daryl lies
in the dark with
Beth wrapped against his body. She’s not asleep but she’s still, one leg draped
over him, enjoying the feel of his fingers caressing her shoulder.
“Are you
okay?”
He’s not
sure how to answer the question at first. Then he knows. He answers. “I think I
just made love to you.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve
never done that.”
“You were
a virgin?”
“No, I’ve
had sex. Lots of it. I’ve just never made love.”
Beth leans
up on one elbow and gazes down at him.
“That was
different from any…other…encounter I’ve ever had,” she says. “It felt…it felt…”
“Right.”
She nods.
That’s the perfect word. “It felt right.”
She kisses
him. It’s slow and deep and Daryl doesn’t want it to end. Ever. Sweet Beth. She
made him feel something he’d never felt before. He thinks it could be…love.
“I have to
go.”
“Why?”
“We’re
supposed to leave when its over.”
“Don’t
have to,” he says. He throws the blanket over them to ward off the midnight
chill in the air.
Beth
snuggles down into the bed. “You want me to stay?”
“Yeah.”
They’re
silent, enjoying the warmth of the blanket and their naked bodies, until they
drift to sleep.
In the
morning they both wake and find a slip of paper on the bedside table in Daryl’s
cell. He picks it up and they read it together.
Your names have been
removed
from the Love Club. You
have found
your match
Daryl
smiles, wads up the paper, and tosses it into the wastepaper basket. He doesn’t
bother to burn the message. Instead, he tugs Beth close and kisses her
forehead.
“Yeah. We’ve
found our match.”
Beth’s
hand drifts low under the blanket and she takes Daryl into her hand.
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