The Lies we Tell Ourselves
Life Happens
Beth was rubbing Daryl's back, just as he was calming down. He held her tightly, whispering "thank you" in her ear. Nobody has listened to him cry. Nobody, in the twenty years he had the emotions and feelings in, gave a shit about him. Until Beth. Until she said she cared. Until she listened. And she didn't run away.
He cupped her face in his hands and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She kissed him back, slipping her tongue in his mouth. He held her tighter, breaking the kiss to nuzzle her neck. He felt her hands move from the back of his head to his lower back, then his ass. He pulled her close, she pulled him closer. They kissed deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance. It was late at night, and they were alone. She got out of his grasp, only to lie on the infirmary bed, legs wide open. There was very little light in the room, but they knew what to do. He unzipped his jeans and slid them off, then stepped out of them. She let him do all the work. He unbuttoned her jeans, and took his time unzipping them. She was wet for him, he was hard for her. He took off her panties, throwing them on the pile of clothes that was getting bigger. He dipped his head between her legs, and she gripped his head with her thighs, an involuntary reaction to his touch as he licked her. She let her knees fall open for him and he savored her, working her up and down with his tongue, his lips, and his mouth. Her taste was intoxicating and made his cock even harder, if possible. He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another moan that she had to silence with her hand.
He moved his body upwards, licking her stomach, sucking on her breasts, and closed his mouth around her own as he filled her. His long, thick cock buried deep inside her. She loved how he stretched her, and loved how deep she could feel him. He began thrusting, his strong hands gripping her flesh. She was pinned down to the bed, totally helpless, but she reveled in it. Her mind was blank, free of nothing but this moment. This pure, physical, hungry moment with the man she loves. Her pulse raced, her blood roared. She started to lose control, rocking with him endlessly. She loved every moment, as the waves of ecstasy slammed into her. Daryl began to pump faster, slamming into Beth hard. Her orgasm was all it took to send him over the edge, and he let out a small moan when he came. He rubbed her breasts as he kissed her deeply.
After they were both satisfied with their orgasms, they lay together, naked and exposed, just being happy to be together.
He looked at her, in her perfect green eyes, and said "marry me."
She smiled, as tears formed in her eyes, and nodded yes.
They got out of the bed and got dressed, both sweaty and smelling like each other. It was dark inside the cellblock, and as they passed the cells they could hear moaning from Bob and Sasha, soft crying from Rick and Lori, and Hershel's snores. He made sure she was safe in her cell, gave her a kiss, and said "goodnight." He walked upstairs and into his own cell, happy that Merle was snoring so he wouldn't ask too many questions. As he laid in bed the only thing on his mind was Beth. Her smile, her kindness, her body, the way she looked when she was having an orgasm, the way she kissed him, and, above everything else, the baby that is growing inside of her. His baby. His father can rot in hell. He's gonna be the kind of dad that his own never could be.
Neither Rick or Lori slept a wink that night. They talked quietly, and each took turns crying over what happens in the past. They needed to talk over a lot of things. Although they made up and tried to put the past behind them, bitter feelings were still there, just below the surface. After they got dressed they went down to breakfast, and talked to the rest of the family. They joined in the conversation, which was light and very at ease. They finished their breakfast, Rick brought their dishes to the sink while Lori got water for the both of them. They went to the only private place, the guard office in the watchtower.
Lori noticed that Rick, always the gentleman, held each door open for her as they got to the office. They weren't fighting, but they weren't acting like newlyweds either. They each had quite a bit to say to each other. Rick opened the door to the office, and wedged it open so they could get some morning air. As promised, Carol showed up to help them. They sat together quietly, wondering who would be the first to start talking. Rick could tell Lori wanted to say something, and indicated that she could go first.