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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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A thrill went through her when he pulled her on top of him. Oh it felt good to have all of his lean, hard body stretched out underneath her. In spite of her best intention to stay slow and easy, the change in position gave her a rush... a powerful feeling. God, she wanted him.

Her hips rolled instinctively against his, arching her body against him while her lips moved to the other side of his neck, nipping and nuzzling at every bit of available skin.

A noise escaped him, deep in his throat. His hips rolled up just as instinctively when hers moved, seeking out more of that friction as he moved his head to the side. Whatever reservations he had about this were forgot under that attention, under that growing need that even he wasn't impervious to.

That got her moving, hips finding a slow, rough pace, grinding down against him. The friction of denim on denim was delicious and frustrating. Too much and too little. She wanted lots less clothing between them.

She leaned up, panting hard, eyes blown with desire, and bent to kiss him deeply. She gasped against his lips. "Daryl, please..."

His hands reached down, tightening on her hips as she moved. His eyes met hers, debating, thinking... and shit, was that hard to do when everything in him just wanted those damn clothes off.

Didn't matter if it was a bad idea when his hands came up to tug at her shirt, pulling it up. "Please what?"

Oh, yes. Yes. Beth ducked under the fabric, letting Daryl remove the shirt entirely. Her concerns about being not voluptuous enough had disappeared more ad more with every touch. Once it was gone, she bent to kiss him again, more urgently.

"Please don't stop," she panted against his lips, still grinding eagerly against him.

He could do that. He returned the kiss as he arched against her, hands moving down her back. He wanted to touched, feel more. Eventually, they moved around to her front, smoothing from her stomach up towards her breasts as he broke off the kiss to move his lips down to her jaw and along her neck.

Beth's breathing came in short gasps. Daryl's hands were rough and calloused from years of hard work and bow hunting. The way they moved on her skin made every nerve in her body light up and plead for more. She couldn't wait to feel them on the even more delicate skin of her breasts.

She braced one hand on the bed and moved the other to cover one of his, guiding it up to where she wanted it. Needed it. "It's okay... you can touch me,"

He let her guide his hands, eyes meeting hers when she encouraged it. Jesus, this was ten different kinds of wrong probably, but he let her do it. Wanted it. His hand curled over her the swell of her breast when she guided it, carefully as he leaned up to kiss her lightly.

Beth returned the kiss just as softly, easing back from the eagerness and desperation from before. It wasn't just sex she wanted. Oh, she wanted it plenty, but she wanted him to understand that it wasn't just that. Somehow, the surly, prickly redneck had gotten under her skin in a way she never expected from him. Then again, before this, she'd never had cause to get so close. She'd known he was a good man, but never quite how good.

When the kiss ended, she leaned back slowly, sitting astride his hips, shivering at the feel of him hard in his jeans, pressed up against her. Because of her. She guided his other hand to her chest and moaned softly at the feel of them moving on her breasts.

One hand moved down to trail her fingertips down the line of buttons on his shirt, plucking at them very lightly, inquiring rather than demanding, this time. "Can I..?"

He had no damn idea what he was doing. Beth was a good girl -- for all the shit he said to her when they were drunk, the fact of the matter was that he couldn't imagine not having her there. He couldn't imagine not wanting her close.

He groans when she sits back, eyes narrowing in desire as she looks down at him. He rolls his hips up after a moment --

But then her fingers move to his shirt and he hesitates a bit. Undressing... it wasn't something he did, not around other people. He works his mouth, not too sure what to say for a moment. Maybe she won't see nothing, if he's careful.

"You can open it," he finally murmurs after a moment, giving a short nod.

He really didn't look too sure about it. Beth bit her bottom lip, gazing down at him thoughtfully. Eventually, she leaned down again, kissing him long and slow while her fingers plucked at the first couple buttons on his shirt. Just opening it a little at first.

Her fingers stroked lightly over the exposed skin, while she kissed him. His chest was strong and each touch made her want to feel more.

Wasn't his chest he was all that worried about her seeing. Didn't need to explain scars that came a hell of a long time before the apocalypse though... hell, even he didn't like looking at them.

Still, the touches got him to sigh out and arch up into those touches.

She broke away from the kiss slowly and dropped a line of them down his jaw and neck. When she reached his collar bone, she nipped the line of it gently, soothing each scrape of her teeth with soft swipes of her tongue. Her fingers worked a few more buttons, moving the fabric of his shirt aside to kiss her way down his chest.

The kisses and nips had him reeling a little bit, made it hard to focus on anything besides the way they felt and the pleasant jolts they sent through him. He arched under the attention a little bit, low groans leaving him as she worked her way down.

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?"

Daryl was just as lost -- each touch made his skin heat up with want and desires he wasn't even used to having on the best of days. He just wanted more and now. He a low, rumbling noise left him into the kiss and his body arched against hers when her hands moved down.

Then she was lying against him and he ached even more for it. "Yeah," he started roughly. Yeah, it was okay. Okay as it was gonna get anyway.

Or well, mostly okay. He paused. "Don't have any condoms on me."

Never had any occasion to carry them really.

Oh, no. That thought hadn't even occurred to her. It should have... Maggie'd drilled it into her head the moment she started noticing boys. It wasn't something she'd needed to worry about before the turn and never thought too hard about after. Figured she'd realize she needed them only after she was half naked and almost completely out of her mind with want.

"I don't either," she breathed against his skin, fighting the urge to whine. If they had to stop... she didn't know what she'd do. "Is it... do we have to stop?"

No is probably what he should've said. Daryl wasn't an idiot. It only took one damn time and what would they do if they had an accident -- but what came out was, "What do you wanna do?"

Because everything in him was screaming to damn everything for just a few damn moments.

Beth knew the risks. But, there was risk and there was reward and... god, it was probably hormones talking, but the reward sounded like it was well worth any potential risk. Beth shuddered, squirming against him with a soft, needy whine in her throat. "I don't wanna stop."

She pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, before she lost her nerve. "I want to feel you in me."

He swallows as those words sink in. It's probably all hormones and some kinda desperate need for contact, for that reminder that at least they made it -- they're still together. His hand comes back up to tangle in her hair, pull her into another deep, rough kiss.

His hips roll up then, seeking out more friction, to feel her react as his other arm settled around her waist. It was only a minute before his fingers found the waistband of her jeans and slipped past as much as he could to feel the warmth of her skin.

Oh, oh. Beth whimpered against his lips and pressed down into the roll of his hips. Every bit of friction was delicious and still not enough. One arm braced her while she slipped the other between them, unfastening her jeans and pushing them down to allow him more room to move and touch. Getting his hands on her was all she could think of. "Touch me. Daryl, please."

Next, she reached for his jeans, opening them enough to slide her own hand inside. She moaned again when her palm curled over him, feeling the hardness straining against his boxers.

Shit--

He had no idea what to expect, what to do, but he supposed instinct had to count for something. His mouth went dry when her hand was finally on him, eyes widening for a brief moment before a low, rumbling sound left him... Goddamn.

His own hand followed soon after, mimicking her movements as they slipped inside her jeans. Fingers brushed over her, exploring, and he moans at the heat, the slickness.

Each time he touched her, it was tentative, but slowly became more bold. His hands and fingers were big, rough from hunting and hard work. Each stroke of rough fingers over her soft, slick flesh made her breath hitch. Her hips rolled into his hand, eager for more. God, she'd never felt anything like that. Zach's hands had been soft and smooth; a boy's hands. Jimmy's were clumsy and hesitant. This. This was so, so much better.

Beth slipped her hand underneath the boxers, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and stroking the length slowly. Her thumb rubbed around the head, smearing the moisture she found there, teasing at the more sensitive skin.

His lips parted to draw in heavier breaths and his eyes darted down between them -- both because he wasn't sure he could meet her eyes and do this and because he'd rather be looking at the rest of her on display above him. His free hand smoothed up her side, over her back a his fingers worked, gaining more confidence as he went.

She seemed to be enjoying it seemed to want it, so he didn't stop. He rolled his hips up slowly though, breath catching at the way her hand felt around him. Soft and slender -- different from his the times he actually indulged in shit like this.

Beth kissed him between panting breaths, grinding her hips into his touch and taking firmer hold of him, stroking and teasing in every way she knew. There weren't many, admittedly, but she used everything she knew to the very best of her ability. More than anything, Beth wanted him to feel good. Wanted to make him happy.

Her knees shifted further apart, spreading her legs wider to allow him to touch and explore more. "Feels so good," she murmured against his lips.

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