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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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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.

His other hand moves down to push at her jeans, get them down a little further. The encouragement got him to lean up and kiss her again, hard and deep, as he finally dared to let a finger move down further, press into her to collect some of that slickness.

Hell with it. She wasn't about to turn back now, so she pulled back a bit when the kiss ended, wriggling out of her jeans and panties to kick them aside. Then she settled back over him, legs straddling his waist.

She whimpered softly when his finger slipped inside her. It was what she wanted; it felt so good. She rocked her hips slightly, pushing into that touch and encouraging him to push in deeper.

Daryl licked his lips as he watched her above him, breath coming in quicker... it was cold as balls outside and he didn't feel none of it right now. He felt like he was burning up. His fingers pushed in deeper, curled inside of her as his other hand rested on her hip.

"Goddamn..."

"Daryl!" All she could do was gasp his name when his fingers curled inside her, rubbing against some very pleasing spots. Her hips rolled, rocking against his hand with needy, pleading sounds. She didn't even know what she was begging for. Anything he would give her.

Her hand tightened a bit on him, stroking him a little harder in response to his touch. He felt so hard and hot against her palm. All she could think was what he would feel like inside her.

Daryl rolled his hips up into her hand, breath catching as she picked up the pace. His fingers stroked in whatever ways seemed to get the best response as one hand slipped up her back, moved to tangle in her hair and tug her into a heated, deep kiss.

Beth returned the kiss just as eagerly. She loved the feel of his hand in her hair and his strong fingers stroking her. She felt the pleasure building deep inside her. It was amazing and everything she wanted. Well, almost. They were so close now, there was no turning back. Not that she wanted to.

After a moment, she released him and reached between them, gently tugging his hand away. Before either of them could protest the loss, she took hold of him again and shifted above him, slowly guiding him inside.

Felt like it happened before he really new it. Before he could stop it -- not that it had even crossed his mind to do that. His hands moved to her hips, flexing tight as she settled on him.

And goddamn, he couldn't have said anything if he'd wanted as tight, slick heat came around him, and it's impossible think beyond that.

Oh. Oh. There had been a second of discomfort at the unfamiliar stretch, but it was gone so fast she scarcely noticed and then... wow. She'd touched herself before and let Zach finger her a couple of times, but this was different. Thicker and fuller. Better.

Beth gasped and shuddered, hips shifting instinctively and lighting her up with pleasure. She braced her hands on Daryl's shoulders, looking down at him with wide, heated eyes and parted lips. Her breath hitched when she moved again, more deliberately this time, the feeling drawing a soft moan from her.

Daryl groaned when she sunk down on to him, muscles tensing just to fight against the reflex of pushing up. He was alright with letting her set the pace right now. Hell, he could barely get his head around the fact this was actually happening. His hands came to rest on her hips, squeezing lightly.

"Mnh..."

"Oh God," she breathed, sliding her hands up to cover Daryl's on her hips. Every time she moved, sparks danced along her spine. The way he felt inside her made her want more. She wanted to feel every bit of him.

Beth used her knees to push up a little and sink back down on him. Oh. That was good. She squirmed and shifted, working to establish a rhythm of both motions, lifting up and plunging down again, grinding against him each time their bodies crashed together.

"Beth," he started, breathless as she started to find a rhythm, started to move in earnest... and fuck, that felt amazing. Whatever reservations he'd had about this, whatever he'd been worried about had already started to slip into the background. She looked amazing above him, each movement, each sound he could draw out.

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