Beth Greene (
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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."
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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Still, the touches got him to sigh out and arch up into those touches.
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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?"
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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.
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"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?"
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Because everything in him was screaming to damn everything for just a few damn moments.
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She pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, before she lost her nerve. "I want to feel you in me."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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"Goddamn..."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"Mnh..."
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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.
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