From the darkness of
the bedroom, with only the moonlight to illuminate his countenance, Beth Greene
watched Daryl Dixon gaze out into the night. Fall had arrived, bringing chilly
nights and cool days. Somewhere outside came the sound of a hooting owl.
The weight of the world
sat heavily upon Daryl’s shoulders. Yes, they’d found the old group from the
prison, the old friends they trusted and loved, but they’d gone through a lot
to get there. Beth had fought to survive being kidnapped by cannibals. She’d
fought a battle to reassure Daryl that she didn’t blame him for what happened
to her, even though he blamed himself. Now he had new worries. He had mouths to
feed, threats to fight off, and atop it all, he was trying to learn to love
her, to be open with her. He needn’t worry about the last. She could read his heart
like words upon the page of an intimate diary.
Daryl left the window and traded the chill of the room for the warmth under the blankets. He
asked Beth for permission with a stroke of his hand over the flat planes of her belly rather than words.
She gave him silent permission by lifting her leg and draping it over his.
Sometimes sex was a
near brutal battle of wills, of two people taking with little voluntarily giving.
Sometimes it was sweet, the stuff of romance novels. At other times it was
noisy fun, or just blind, animalistic rutting.
Other times it was
this: a joining of two bodies, a melding of souls that required slow moves and
lazy sighs. Tonight it was stress relief for Daryl. Beth cared nothing for
climaxing tonight. She only wished to offer peace to the man she’d fallen so
deeply in love with.
She felt Daryl move
inside her. She listened to each plaintive sound to pass from his lips. She
enjoyed the feel of his hand gripping her thigh. She breathed in the evergreen
tree and pinecone scent that clung to his hair after a day of hunting in the
woods. When he was ready, she felt him come deep inside her. She wondered if
this would be the time his seed took root, and her body would bear the fruit of
his loins.
Daryl’s strong arms
came to rest around her. His breath evened out as he came down, and then slowly
drifted into sleep. Now that she knew she’d brought him comfort, Beth allowed
herself to follow him into the land of dreams, where the world was right again,
and those they’d lost to death were well, and whole, and waiting with open
arms.
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