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Just be reasonable!

Running, running. It seemed like all they'd done since the prison fell was to run. Aside from the odd moment stolen to partake of some Moonshine and arson, they'd been steady going. Finally, when the weather started to turn colder and the wear and tear of constant running took its toll. They found shelter where they could, but nothing was ever secure. It always turned into another flight for their lives.

Tonight, they'd holed up in an old storage unit. The mostly empty unit was shelter enough, secure enough with its rolling, metal door. The only real problem was that it didn't have any insulation to speak of and the bitterly cold night air blew in through the cracks.

They'd fashioned a place to sleep. It was bed-like, with the wooden pallets and scraps of old furniture and linens. After weeks of sleeping wherever they could, mostly on the hard ground, it was almost, kinda, sorta comfortable... if it wasn't in a deep freeze.

"Daryl," Beth sighed, fighting to stay patient. "You can't sleep on the floor. It's like a sheet of ice. Just get up here, already."

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"Probably will be cold," she agreed with a nod and then wiggled her toes under his leg. "Good thing I have my handy, portable heating device."

Of course, blankets would be a good idea, too. Maybe some warmer clothes.

"There's probably some useful stuff still in the other units." She licked the too sweet syrup from her fingers and shrugged. "If not, there's plenty of houses between here and there."

After a moment, she looked up slightly, peering at him through stray wisps of hair. "You know, since you didn't specifically say I can't kiss you, I'm probably gonna try again. Just so you know."

"I ain't your heater," he grumbled half-heartedly.

Blankets and warmer clothes and whatever else they could find. "We'll look after we get done here."

Sometimes, you could find some surprisingly useful things in these units.

He paused at that, arching a brow. "Seriously? You're stubborn, anybody ever tell you that?"

"Of course you're not." He totally was. If it kept getting colder, she would bask on him like a lizard on a rock, if she had to.

Beth sipped at the peach juice in the can, making a slight face at the sugary stuff. Really too much of a good thing.

His question got her laughing again. "You might have met my sister, Maggie? She mentioned that once or twice..."

Well, that might be what they have to do if they don't find some more permanent shelter soon. Maybe a house to crash in for a while... that might nice for a change. Actual damn bed anyway...

"Yeah, well... keep in mind there's gotta be some boys out there way better than me somewhere." Lord only knew when they'd run into other people again... other people they could trust anyway.

"I dunno. They'd have to try awful hard." She smiled at him and nudged his knee again. He was always so dismissive about his good qualities. Sometimes she wondered if he realized how much their group really valued him.

Feeling a little bolder, she set the empty can aside and shifted closer, leaning into his space. This counted as 'later', right? Beth grinned and leaned in closer. "Brace yourself..."

She pressed her lips to his, soft and easy.

Their group was the only people who ever did show him any respect -- and he wasn't gonna pretend it wasn't at least somewhat in part because he was a good hunter, a good fighter. That was just fine though. He was useful and that's what he wanted to be when it came to all of them.

Brace himself.

Like there was a fucking way to brace himself against what she did next. He stayed still for a moment when her lips pressed against his, not sure if he should respond at first. It ain't like it was bad or that he hadn't thought about it... but thinking and doing were two different things and he wasn't sure this was really okay.

Beth kind of couldn't believe she'd done it, but she did and there was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. This might be her only chance and, if it was, she wanted to make the best of it. Daryl's lips had a hint of sweetness from the canned fruit and the smoky tang of tobacco and something just uniquely Daryl. It made her sigh and a shiver trace down her spine.

At least until she realized he wasn't kissing her back. It was then that she considered that, compared to the real, actual women he had likely been with in his time, her was probably kind of... dull.

She pulled back slowly and licked her lips, a blush dusting her cheeks. She peeked up at him apologetically. "Not good?"

"What? No-- it ain't that," he protested when the question sunk in. Shocking, more like it. Unfamiliar. Ain't like he ever had a chance for this sort of thing before... even before the apocalypse.

But she was looking up at him like that and all he could think to stop it was leaning forward again to press his lips back to hers. It was tentative, a little unsure if only because he wasn't all that used to it.

And then he shocked her right back! It didn't take her long to recover, though. She sighed against his lips, pressing in closer and tilting her head to angle the kiss better. Her arms slipped around Daryl's neck, holding on loosely.

It didn't feel like those kisses on TV looked, but it felt really good. Her heart beat faster and warmth rushed through her. She was kissing Daryl. Daryl was kissing her. This was so much better than she imagined.

This was ten kinds of wrong and he knew it. Beth was younger than him by a lot and he was pretty sure Hersel'd be sharing a word or two with him by now.

But the world had also gone to shit and he had no real idea if they'd ever come across any of the others again. Might just be them against the world now... for however long they could keep it going.

When she leaned into him, his arm came around her waist loosely, not sure what else to do with his arms.

This... this was good. Kissing had always been something Beth enjoyed. She could do it for hours, given the right mood and enough time. The right guy helped a lot, too. In the back of her mind, though, she still had these niggling worries that he wasn't really wanting to do this. That he was just going along with it to keep her from throwing a fit or something.

After she'd had a temporary fill of kissing him long and slow, she pulled back very slowly, pausing twice to suck lightly at his bottom lip and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then she rested her forehead against his, panting.

"This okay? I mean... you want to? I'll leave you alone if you really want, but..." She shrugged and bumped the tip of his nose with hers. "I don't really want to. I like this. Like you."

It was good. It was something mindless almost, just the way their lips pressed together and the way she fit against him. The way she sucked at his lower lip sent a shiver down his spine.

To answer that question, he leaned in and kissed her again, a little deeper this time. Actions had always served him better than words, especially in shit like thi.

This might be the most dumbass move ever, but he wanted it... wanted her and nobody was around anyhow to tell them no, to judge them.

Beth was just fine with actions, if that was the response she was going to get. She hummed happily against his mouth, lips parting for him to deepen the kiss. Her arms tightened a little around him, pulling herself in closer. Her chest pressed up tight against his, she could swear she felt his heart beating under her.

She was half in his lap and it still didn't seem close enough.

His hand came up to tangle through her hair when she pressed in even closer, deepening the kiss slowly. It was easy to tighten his arm around her waist to pull her up on his lap. Easy, but he was sure as hell it was wrong as it could be.

It was the most natural thing in the world to respond to that pull, shifting herself to straddle his lap. The way they fit together was so perfect. His body was strong and firm against her smaller, softer one. Every one of his touches sent electricity down her spine and danced across her nerves.

Maybe her father would have disapproved. Maybe the rest of the group, too. She didn't care. She'd never felt safer or more wanted than she had in that moment, with Daryl.

She gasped his name against his lips, melting into the deeper kiss, tongue brushing tentatively against his.

Edited (I would never do such a thing!) 2014-08-16 02:28 (UTC)

Goddamn--

Worries melted away along with everything else when she settled in his lap like that. His hands smoothed up her back and he arched his back to press in even tighter against her. One hand eventually made its way up to tangle through her hair as the kiss deepened, a low noise leaving him.

That noise rumbled all the way through her, sending a shiver down her spine and causing her to tighten her grip on him. Her arms tightened around him, thighs squeezing at his sides. Her heart hammered in her chest and the sound of her own excited breathing was loud in her ears. She felt like she was losing her mind, in all the best possible ways.

Her arms loosened, hands moving down from his shoulders to move over his chest, fingers plucking at the first couple buttons on his shirt and slipping under the fabric to explore a little more.

Edited 2014-08-23 04:26 (UTC)

It was easy to get lost in all of this. The way she tightened around him, clung like she didn't want an inch of space between them...

It wasn't until fingers were beneath his shirt that he pulled away from the kiss, uncertain. Much as he didn't want to stop, Daryl didn't have a goddamn clue where to go -- or how far she wanted to go -- from here.

Beth froze, biting down on a whimper of disappointment when he pulled back. Maybe she'd gone too far? Done something wrong? Daryl was hard to anticipate under normal circumstances. This was far from their normal circumstances.

"What's wrong?" She breathed, eyes searching his face for a clue.

"Nothing," Daryl answered, a little too quickly maybe. "Just-- we're movin' fast, right?"

And he didn't exactly carry condoms and shit on him, if it even got to that point.

"Oh." He definitely seemed nervous, now. Somehow, she didn't think it was because of the age thing. For the first time, Beth started to consider that Daryl might not be any more experienced at this than she was. "Yeah, I guess we are."

She hummed thoughtfully for a second and then moved her hands to his shoulders and gave a gentle push to get him to lay back and then moved to lay beside him, tangling their legs together and snuggling in close. They could do slow. Sure, her hormones were screaming for fast, but she didn't want to push him.

Her lips found his again, kissing him soft and easy.

Edited (I am redundantly redundant.) 2014-08-29 02:30 (UTC)

He followed the push, watching her move curiously. He didn't know what to expect from her half the damn time anymore -- and she was pretty damn headstrong when she set her mind to something.

But when she leaned in to kiss him, slow and soft like that, he felt himself started to relax again. He responded to the kiss and even shifted just a little bit closer, bringing a hand up to rest against her hip.

Oh, she was definitely headstrong, but she was also compassionate. There was nothing she wanted less than to scare him off, now. Not when she had him pressed in so close and his lips so willing against hers.

She returned the gesture, settling a hand on his hip. After a moment, she moved her hand, smoothing it lightly up and down his side. Maybe, above the clothes, it wouldn't make him quite so nervous.

He didn't protest the touch as much. It was easier when it was expected, when he had time to get used to it. Pushing a bit closer, he deepened the kiss a little more and dragged his own hand up to brush through her hair, tangling into it.

Beth liked the way he moved in closer without prompting. She liked feeling that he was into it. That he wanted this. Wanted her.

She made a soft, pleased sound against his lips when she felt his fingers in her hair. One hand slipped down to grab the blankets and pull them up over the two of them, keeping them warm and close. Maybe they wouldn't be leaving this morning, after all...

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