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Beth doesn't really know what the plan is today, but she's not worried about it either. Whatever they end up doing, she knows she and Jason will have fun. They always do when they get together, and she's looking forward to being able to try climbing another rock.

This time around, she dresses more carefully for the excursion. She wears shoes that are tighter and a little smaller, better for climbing the rock face. She's wearing a pair of exercise tights and a tank top, because she knows it's going to be warm, and Beth isn't usually one for working out a lot, but she'd bought these clothes just for this. She wants to be prepared. She wants Jason to be proud of her.

All she knows for sure is that she's meant to meet him at his place and they'll go from there. She has a water bottle, a little backpack with some snacks, and she's purposely not letting herself think about what they might do after they climb a rock.

Because she very clearly remembers their conversation at the beach that day. They haven't talked about it since then, but she's pretty sure they had both been talking about two things at once and she's excited. Nervous and excited both. Maybe tonight won't be the night, but maybe it will. She's not going to get ahead of herself, but she's not going to count it out either.

"Hey," she calls out when she's close, expecting him to probably be out in his garden. "Jason?"

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That makes her smile, too, his gentle encouragement, and she arches up for another kiss, pressing her mouth against his hungrily. They're so close now and she lifts her hips and her thighs fall open further for him, her own sort of encouragement.

"I'm good," she whispers against his mouth. Her hand slides up his back, fingers threading through his hair. "I'm ready."

She feels like she's ready forever. All afternoon. Just waiting for this moment with him.

Jason's so wrapped up in how he's feeling that it takes him a second to realize what she means. But when he does, his cheeks flush and he nods, moving closer to her. He wants to ask, again, if she's ready but if he keeps asking her that, she's probably going to smack him at some point so he does.

Instead, he wraps a hand around his cock and slides closer, taking a few deep breaths. Though he doesn't ask her again if she's okay, he does meet her eyes, a non verbal check in just one last time.

Beth's mouth twitches up into a smile and she nods, rubbing her hand down his back again, smoothing lower so her fingers can curve over his ass and she gives a playful little push. It's not enough to actually do again, not enough to press him inside of her without his control, but it's a gentle tease, a way to let him know this is good. This is all exactly what she wants.

And she thinks it's what he wants to, if how hard he'd been in her hand is anything to go by.

"Please," she breathes. There's no way for him to mistake that for exactly what it is. She wants him, she wants all of this. And she's done waiting for it, if he's ready for it, too.

Well, he's powerless under a request like that. But, he still makes sure he's slow and careful, pushing into her in a smooth motion that has him shivering as soon as the head of his cock is inside of her. If it feels this good and they've barely done anything, he has no idea how he's going to last long. Hopefully she won't hold it against him.

He keeps pushing until he's all the way inside of her, hips flush against hips and nearly panting with the pleasure that was washing over him.

“Oh my God,” Beth breathes when Jason first pushes inside of her. This is exactly what she’s been waiting for, this amazing feeling, and she lifts her hips to help him, to change the angle. He slips in deeper, then deeper, and it does take a moment for her body to adjust, because it’s been a little while for her, but then the burning stretch fades away and all that’s left is that amazing feeling of being filled.

”You’re so good,” she murmurs, not even entirely aware of what she’s saying. Her hands are sliding over his back again, smoothing over his skin. She doesn’t want to urge him to move yet if he’s not ready and she can enjoy this, too, just the sensation of him inside of her. “God, Jason, you feel so good.”

"So do you," Jason says because he has no head to be quippy or smart or anything. He just has to stay there, inside of her and unmoving so he can get himself under control. He thinks that if he moves now, one or two thrusts would have him undone and he doesn't want things to end that quick.

He doesn't want to make the first time with her that bad. So, he stills, dropping a kiss against her forehead and down on her temple.

"It's so good."

She's really lucky.

Her life has been a hard one in a lot of ways and she's been through so much loss, but Beth has done her best not to harden herself to other possibilities. She wants to still be open to friendships and to love and she's so lucky to have met someone like Jason. Someone she cares about and wants to be with and someone who cares about her in return.

Shifting under him, she smiles when he kisses her, then tilts her head slightly so she can catch his mouth with hers again. She doesn't want to rush him, but she lifts one leg, wrapping it around his, her foot sliding along the inside of his thigh.

She's not as lucky as him.

And while he doesn't rush it either, he takes that leg around his waist as a slight hint. He can't help but laugh a little and he nods, barely, before he pulls his hips back and then thrusts forwards, finding a tentative rhythm, exploring how they fit and what way worked best and which way made her feel the best.

That was the most important thing because everything made him feel good.

That first thrust sends a little ripple of pleasure through Beth and she gasps softly, the begins to move with him. After losing Daryl, she had wondered if anything would feel right again, if she'd ever find a way to be connected like this to someone again, and she'd been so happy to be proven wrong. To know there are other people out there who would care for her. People who would make sex feel like something just a little bit bigger than their bodies simply fitting together.

Jason makes her feel like that. As her hands slide up and down his back, fingers curving over his shoulder, hanging onto him, she knows this isn't just about getting to sleep with her.

She settles into his rhythm, moving with him, her breath catching in her chest every single time he sinks into her again.

Jason's taking the way she reacts as a good sign. A sign that so far, what he's doing is what she wants and so he doesn't stray from what works just yet. He does, if anything, go a little faster and a little harder because his body demands it but he doesn't try anything fancy.

God, he doesn't know if he's cut out for anything like that.

He does bend his neck and mouths at her neck, lips closing around her pulse point and sucking hard at the same time as he snaps forward, harder and deeper than before, drawing a moan out of him.

It feels so good. He feels so good. She's trembling with it, her breath and her words both caught in her throat, wanting to tell him how happy he's been making her, but knowing she'll never get the words right. Jason never should have happened to her, she's not sure how she's gone this lucky yet again, but she's not going to waste it.

"God," she breathes, still moving with him, feeling heat building inside of her. Her fingers stroke up his back and she tilts her head for his mouth, giving him more access to her skin. His lips on her throat make her shiver, the feeling dragging down her spine, straight into her belly and then lower still.

If Jason were the type to make quips, he might joke about him not being God but someone else but he can barely think straight so he sure as hell isn't going to make jokes. No, he's just going to focus on their bodies, how his feels inside of hers, how much longer he might be able to keep going before his body betrays him and he can't hang on any longer.

He says her name against her neck and pumps his hips harder and harder, finding that string of control that had been keeping him slow and somewhat steady snapped. He doesn't think she'll mind though.

Beth gasps again, moving with him, her fingers tightening on his back now as his hips thrust into her harder. She's saying his name, whispering it or groaning it, she can't even be sure, but she knows her lips are forming the right syllables and already she wants this again. She wants this as often as he'll want it.

Her body is trembling, her muscles tightening and relaxing, sweat prickling her skin. It's so warm in the room, so warm under him and she says his name again, clinging to him tightly.

It's warm everywhere. The room, her body, all of it and it's making it hard for Jason to do anything but move. He's given up on thinking and talking (for the most part) and his world has pretty much narrowed to where his body is connected to hers.

He keeps moving, thrusting hard and fast but he knows that he's not going to be able to keep it up much longer. He glances up at her and manages to mumble, "Should I touch you too?"

"Yes," Beth manages to say, although she might be able to do without. Still, it's better, she knows it will be, if he touches her, too. Arching, moving with him, she manages to nod as well, because she doesn't think she can say anything else. He sounds so much more eloquent than she thinks she's capable of being right now.

Even the thought of his fingers on her now makes her tremble under him and she clutches at his back as her lips form his name again. No sound comes out but another moan and she reaches up with one hand, pushing sweaty hair out of her face so she can look at him better.

Jason isn't going to make any promises on how elegant this is but he figures that it'll make her feel good if nothing else and that's all he wants. He slows a bit so he can work his hand down between them, fingers slipping inside just above where he's already connected to work and he brushes a finger over her clit before he thrusts against.

The positioning is a bit awkward, the fit tight but it's working enough and he pants, watching her face and waiting.

"Oh my-" Beth gasps, but the sentence is cut off as her hips jerks a little, pressing toward Jason's fingers. She's not going to last much longer at all, she can feel heat swirling through her, burning down her spine, into her pelvis, into a pinpoint of pleasure where Jason's fingers are touching her.

"Just... God, Jason." She's aware of just enough to know she's not really aware of anything she's doing. But her hands still clutch at him and she rolls her hips up and then suddenly, without warning, that heat breaks and rolls through her in waves.

Jason's never going to admit it but he's really glad she came first because he would have felt foolish and a little like a failure if she hadn't. As it is, she starts to coming and Jason takes that as permission for him to come so he thrusts into her a few more times, shallow and erratic before he gasps and buries his face against her neck while he comes.

It's not the most elegant of things, not the prettiest or anything but it feels really good and Jason would be utterly content to just stay in that moment for the rest of his life if he could.

Beth can feel it when he comes, she can feel the way his muscles tighten, the way he thrusts deeper inside of her and she arches up into him, her leg still tight around his hip. As she exhales slowly, her arms relax around him and she turns her face into his neck.

She could lie here all evening, she thinks. Eventually they'll have to move, Carl and Judith will come home, but for now she's perfectly content right here.

"Wow," she says softly.

"That's encouraging," Jason murmurs, hiding a smile against her neck. He knows he'll need to move soon because he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable but he's just too comfortable and this is too nice for the moment. He sighs and presses a kiss against her neck.

"You're all right?" he checks.

"I'm real good," she promises with a little laugh, pulling her head back just enough so she can look at him. With her head pressed into the pillow, she strokes her hands down Jason's back again and smiles at him.

"Are you all right?" she asks. She suspects he's just fine, too. Overall this has been a really nice day and she doesn't think it's too presumptuous to think Jason likely feels the same way. They've come a really long way from where they started all those months ago.

"I'm perfect," Jason tells her with a quiet laugh. He finally moves, sliding off of her just enough that she can breathe but he stays close, pressed against her side. "It was -- I hope it was all right."

He hasn't exactly been all that active for the last long while. So, he hopes it wasn't completely terrible or boring.

Beth laughs then, turning a little so she can press a kiss against his shoulder before she tilts her head to look up at him.

"All the sounds I was makin' didn't let you know it was more than just all right?" she asks, grinning. Her arm drapes over Jason's chest and she closes her eyes, cuddling up close to him for a moment. She knows they'll need to get up and clean themselves up, but she wants to wait a little while longer.

Then suddenly her eyes fly open again and she looks up at him. "Was it all right for you?"

"It was more than all right," he says, smiling over at her. "I just wanted to make sure -- I hadn't been with anyone in awhile. I didn't know if it was, what is the saying, just like riding a bicycle?"

Yes, bring that into it, Jason, that's perfect. He winces and shakes his head. "I'm terrible at pillow talk."

Beth laughs and strokes her fingers against Jason's chest, then says, "Just like ridin' a bike. Don't worry, you remembered all the important stuff and you didn't fall off."

She's being a little silly, but she doesn't care. Right now, lying here with him all warm and comfortable and sated, she thinks it's allowed. Darrow can be really complicated at times, but she'd promised herself a long time ago to do her best to enjoy the good things when they come her way and Jason is certainly very good. She doesn't want to dwell on anything else. Just be in this moment.

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