Beth fell into an unconscious rhythm, mapping Daryl's chest with kisses and nips, and soft, exploring hands. Here and there, she'd stop and lean back up to capture his mouth again, kissing slow and easy, breathing soft moans and panted encouragement against his lips. Her body ached for more, faster, now. And they'd get there, if she had any say in the matter, but they had all day. She wanted this to last.

When she reached the waistband of his jeans, she paused, nuzzling the softer spot of skin beneath his navel. She and Zach had gone pretty far and gotten each other off a time or two. Hands mostly. Touching. She'd never wanted to go the distance. He was a good guy. Nice. But, good, nice guys died and she hadn't wanted to put herself through that. Hadn't wanted to get too close.

But, now, she knew better. Risk of loss was there, whether she allowed herself to get close or not. And, Daryl was not only all she had left, but he was also worth the risk. Well worth it.

She laid back against him, chest to chest, and skin to skin, panting for breath against Daryl's neck. "Okay?"