stillgoodpeople | 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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She felt amazing, too. Oh, it was easy to see Maggie's sex fixation. If it was always this good? Beth couldn't blame her. Of course, Maggie's not really what she wants to think about right now.

She leaned down, capturing his lips again, kissing deeply in between panting breaths. "Daryl. Daryl..."

His hips rolled up to follow her pace, a soft groan leaving him as his hands brushed up her back, over soft and smooth skin. He returned the kiss, met her eyes when it ended and she said his name like that.

Jesus...

Leaning up, he caught her in another kiss, deeper than before.

Beth wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. Her tongue stroked against his softly, exploring. Her hands roamed up and down his chest, moaning each time she moved over strong muscles and heated skin.

"Feel so good," she gasped. Pleasure built inside her, heat pooling low in her belly. "Don't stop, don't stop..."

His hips rolled up to match her pace, groaning lowly against her lips. He bit lightly at her lower lip, carefully. "Not gonna."

Wasn't planning on it, not now.

It seemed to take forever and then be over way too soon. Beth came with a gasp and a whimper, throwing her head back and grinding down on Daryl desperately. Oh God, it felt good. She never wanted it to end.

When it finally did, she rolled her head forward again, eyes closed, drawing shuddering breaths to slow her heart and breathing down from their break-neck pace. Oh wow. Running from Walkers wasn't even this much of a workout.

Shit--

The way she came around him, the way she moved and sounded... he hadn't meant to, but he was coming hard and sudden, hips bucking up against hers as the pleasure hit because--

fuck How could he not? Even if it was a terrible damn idea.

Oh. Oh. Beth didn't think about how it would feel when he came. She could feel him pulsing inside her, hot and slick. That was really good. Maybe it shouldn't have been, but it was. Beth shivered, instinctively continuing to rock her body, keeping the friction going for him until he settled.

When he stopped moving, she sank down, settling against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder. The cool air was starting to become noticeable again, but she couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. Not when she felt this good and was this comfortable.

"Wow..."

Daryl was still breathing heavy by the time she started to sink down on to him, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he wondered just what the hell had happened, how he'd let it happen--

Shit.

"You can say that again."

She giggled softly and decided not to actually repeat herself, although it was a near thing. Blindly, she reached behind her and pulled the blankets up over them, not bothering to move from atop him. It felt too good. He felt too good.

"We can do that again, right?" She asked, peeking up to grin at him. If she had any say about it, they would. Over and over.

"I..." Should they do that again? Probably not, but the way she looked up at him and smiled like that... it was damn hard to say no. He shook his head, lips quirking up into a slight smile for a moment. It was barely there, something he barely did.

"Yeah. Maybe not right now though..."

Ah ha! She saw that smile. Daryl's were so rare, Beth considered each one a victory.

She leaned up and kissed him softly. "Good. As long as it's sometime."

"Right now, we don't get some damn clothes on, we're freezin' our asses off." The cold was gonna settle in again after all and Daryl was... hell, he tried to be practical. He got a little wrapped up in what Beth was offering, he guessed.

"Alright." Even though getting dressed was the last thing she wanted. Beth was worried that once they got out into the world, Daryl would try to forget it ever happened. Wall himself off and claim it was all a mistake. Maybe it was? She didn't care. It was the first thing that'd made her feel good in so long. She'd be damned if she was letting go that easy.

She planted a last, promising kiss on his lips, then reached over to fumble for their hastily discarded clothes. It was getting pretty cold again.

All he was thinking about right now was getting them warm, getting them back walking again. Had to keep moving, if they wanted to keep alive. Didn't want to run into any trouble.

Once she grabbed her clothes, he hastily went to put his own back on, right them. "Want somethin' to eat? Think we still got some canned stuff... fruit at least."

"Sure." Once she was dressed, she went rummaging in the bag for food. It was fair to say she'd worked up an appetite and she bet Daryl was in the same situation. She hummed happily to herself, not in the slightest bit concerned about the slight soreness or stickiness she felt when she moved.

"Wanna eat while we're movin'?" She asked him, handing him an open can of fruit cocktail.

Just be reasonable!

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