She had followed his rules for five days now. Daryl was really testing her patience with this waiting game he was playing. Beth had thought about cheating when she was alone in her cot at night, but she wanted to prove to herself that she wasn't a slave to her hormones. He was doing his best to make it as difficult as possible for her though. Twice already he had come into the room during her shower and watched her until she was done. Then he had kissed her and sucked on her nipples while he touched her between her legs. He always left her wildly aroused with a reminder not to finish the job herself. It basically amounted to five days of foreplay, because she was in a nearly constant state of excitement.
He had insisted that she give him the condoms, because he was going to decide when to use them. She hoped that it would be soon, and that this was what he had been building up to all these days. Daryl had even suggested that she go on a run with him. Beth had been thrilled that he finally saw her as capable, but she had begun to wonder about his real motivation as they rode down the road together on his motorcycle. She was pressed against him with her arms wrapped around his waist, and she had all kinds of dirty thoughts about him running through her head.
They stopped on a residential street, and Daryl turned off the engine. They didn't see any walkers around as they got off the motorcycle. He told her to give him her backpack, and he set it on the ground before pulling her shirt off and stuffing it in the motorcycle pouch.
"What are you doing?" Beth glanced around nervously.
"Looking at you," Daryl said.
"Okay, you looked at me. Now give me back my shirt," she demanded.
"You said you were gonna give me control when we're alone," he reminded her.
"Yes, but--"
He cut her off impatiently. "Walkers don't care what you're wearing."
"What if we run into some people?"
"You're wearing more than you would at the beach," he said.
That was true since she had on jeans and a modest new bra. She had gone for functional over sexy, because she knew it would last longer than the lacy numbers she had admired at the store. "Whatever. Let's just get this done."
Beth picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulders as she followed Daryl toward one of the houses. "What are we looking for again?"
Despite what he had said, his eyes weren't on her as he cautiously looked around as they entered the house. "Anything useful, especially guns and ammo."
They quickly scanned all the rooms on the ground floor and found no walkers. Daryl nodded toward the stairs, and she followed him up to the second floor to find nobody there either. He pointed to one of the bedrooms. "You take that one."
She searched the dressers and closet to find nothing they needed at the moment, since they were set with clothes for awhile. A DVD case on top of the TV in the room caught her eye. It was obviously a porno movie, because it had pictures of couples in various sexual positions.
"See anything you wanna try?" Daryl startled her when he spoke.
"I, uh.." She felt like she had been caught doing something naughty, which was ridiculous considering their relationship.
"I need your backpack."
She was relieved to change the subject. "What did you find?"
"Couple of guns." He held out his hand and motioned for her to give him the backpack.
"I'll just come with you. There's nothing in here."
"No. Wait for me here," Daryl said.
"Why? What don't you want me to see?" Beth asked with concern.
"I got a surprise for you. I'll show it to you later."
