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Chapter 1 Wherein the World Ends
Sarah was in the shower when the first stories began to hit the news. People going crazy and attacking with no warning or provocation, seemingly immune to pain or reason like rabid animals. Samantha, her sister was no better. She was playing video games when if only she had been watching tv instead she could have had some warning. Instead as Sarah saw when she stepped out of the shower and went to air dry and chat with her sister in her room Sam was playing Mass Effect.
They heard emergency vehicles and police but had no way of knowing that anything was wrong; that it had reached their little town, their little neighborhood. Blissfully in ignorance the two sat chatting, Sam shooting husks and owning fools, Sarah brushing her hair. Both with something they wanted desperately to reveal but not sure how to. And then they heard screams and shots, not from the game, from outside.
Sam paused the game and went to look at the window; grinning wide she motioned Sarah over. "Look who's finally coming over?" she said to Sarah. Sarah finally coming to the window after a few seconds of trouble getting out of her bed to see the chaos outside their home and the Dixon brothers sprinting across their lawn oblivious it seemed to the mayhem around them. The women looked at each other as Daryl and Merle disappeared on their porch. When their door bell rang they jumped into action, Samantha downstairs to answer, Sarah to dress.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Sam reached the door just as a heavy fist began pounding. She quickly undid the deadbolts and opened the door, dodging Merle's fist as it came for another heavy knock, a look of annoyance across his face. Sam stood in the door for a moment, when she saw the look of worry on Daryl's face she didn't hesitate to step aside saying to the brothers "You'd better come on in then. Sarah'll be down as soon as she gets dressed; she's just out of the shower." As Daryl ran upstairs to check on Sarah she imagined Sam motioned for Merle to sit on the couch before taking a seat there herself.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Sarah still naked was going nuts trying to find something to wear for her secret crush Daryl when she heard heavy boot steps running up the stairs. The steps of a man. They stopped outside her bedroom door. A light almost hesitant knock sounded against her door before she heard Daryl speak and her heart stopped. She was so stunned at his standing there that she barely caught what he was saying. "My brother and I... we came to check up on you girls. With all that has been happening we just wanted to make sure you and Sam was alright seein' as you don't keep any menfolk around."
That's just great Daryl finally comes to see you and you can't find nothin to wear, just runnin around your room like a chicken with its head cut off.' Sarah cursed to herself. Thinking quickly for something to say to distract him and keep him outside. Cursing herself again for not putting a lock on her door. She said, "Hold on Daryl dear I'm tryin to hunt down somethin to wear. I was just lounging in my towel when Sam saw you boys comin to pay us a visit." He was replying with an "Alright then, be here if you need me." As she cast her eyes frantically around her room still looking for something to look beautiful in.
Several minutes passed as Sarah got more and more frantic trying to figure out a look that would awe a man like Daryl Dixon. Outside Daryl was getting worried and Sarah could hear it in his tone when he asked, "Ya sure ya don't need any help, ya seem to be encountirin a fair amount of trouble takin so long ya sure nothin is wrong?" This statement worried her because she could hear concern in his voice which if this was a social call shouldn't be there. Sarah began to think something else was going on, something was happening that would prompt a checkup by the Dixon boys. She thought back to how he tore up the stairs like something was on fire and he even said he and Merle were worried about them and that's why they came over, to make sure they were ok.
But damn that's something that you do when a serial killer is on the loose or maybe the riot outside was worse than she thought. Realizing that he was only getting more agitated by the second she shot back a response. "The only thing wrong is I can't seem to find anything to wear." At this Daryl laughed; raising Sarah's ire with his amusement. "Well don't you know a man can help ya with that?" Sarah replied shocked "You stay right where you are! I can't believe you said that. Keep your pants on I'm gonna be out won't be but a minute. Just as soon as I find something."
Then she spied a pretty red shirt, one that was long enough to be a dress...well almost but this was Daryl her hot redneck neighbor if she didn't hook him now she might never get the chance. After all he had all but ignored her during the whole seven years they had lived in this house.
If she wanted him and boy did she, she had to do something about it. Yelling to Daryl she had something. She pulled the shirt over her head, no bra and threw on a pair of panties. It was very tight over her overfull very large breasts, putting them on display quite nicely, it was also just this side too short to be anywhere near decent for a dress, she should really put shorts on but as seduction was her plan she decided to leave it. Dressed she fiddled with her long dark brown hair arranging her hair so it framed her face.
Finally ready she took a breath and opened the door. Daryl made to storm past her into the room but then he stopped, ears turning red he turned around. "I'm not takin another step until ya put on a pair of shorts. That shirt aint decent enough ta be a dress." While he was looking away he could still see her out of the corner of his eye so when she began jumping up and down grinning like a fool that he seemed to enjoy her little display, he turned even redder.
He added in his sexy southern twang, "And for the love of god put a bra on, can't have that woman a yours pullin my head off cuz I'm admirin" flushed he let the sentence drop covering his eyes, "Goddamn just put a bra on! Can't talk to ya if ya runnin around with no bra, in that tight little thing jumpin up and down no less; like you is now, an we gotta talk woman."
Getting no response from Sarah he spoke again once more trying to emphasize his point. "In case ya hadn't noticed there's quite a bit a happenins goin on out there, dangerous happenins. So if ya would please put on som'in decent I could come in there and do what I came here to do." Upset at his dismissal but also scared at what seemed to be very bad things going on outside, to expedite things she complied with his request. After all once this serious conversation he seemed almost desperate to have was done, was nothin to say she couldn't make a pass at him. She was tired of waiting for him to notice her. When she was done she opened the door all the way and told him to come in and make himself comfortable.
Glad she hadn't made a god awful mess in her frenzy. He sat down on the bed and motioned her to sit next to him, close next to him. It all seemed so serious and suddenly very real. Once she sat he checked her over, said he was lookin for bites. That that was how the craziness spread; being bitten by one of the people actin crazy. Seeing that she was alright he scooted over a little bit. He asked her if they'd had any phone calls or visitors. He seemed sad that she said no, it had been a quiet morning. Sarah said, "Enough! Tell me what's going on!" she demanded stern and angry.
"I'm sorry for kinda beatin around the bush about this, I aint the best talker, but it seems that some pretty bad stuff is goin on and ya might wanna contact your kin, see they're alright." "Nobody to call really. I wanna know what you know about what's goin on." Daryl sighed and said, "Seems to be the end of the world. Things are falling apart fast. Some kinda disease they say. Government knows about it, it was all over the tv about how they're tryin to come up with a cure before it got out into the population. It's the bites, when ya get bit ya get sick, then ya die and ya come back and attack. They don't just go after people, they attack animals too. Animals don't come back though, not much left a course of an animal to tell but with a person if ya manage ta get away y'all die and turn with just one bite."
Sarah sat back digesting. "So the government is trying though, to stop them?" "Yes ma'am, but from what I'm seein they fightin a loosin battle. More and more of them and less and less of us. Soon there won't be much government left." "So what are we gonna do?"Sarah replied sounding frightened."Well now that's for the four of us to discuss. Whether we should stick together or not, where to find shelter. I think we should stick together, head out to the country, less people and we can live out there. I know you ladies hunt and shit figure ya know some survival stuff too. You might be able to make it on your own, just you and your lady but I think you'd stand a better chance against us. S'not like you knows how to fight and killin a man is worlds different than killin an animal."
"I suppose your right about stickin together, it makes sense, I don't know why you came to help us but I'm grateful. My sister and I don't really need to rely on you to survive but the company might be nice." "Sister? Sam an yous is sisters? I thought yous was lesbians, we both did." "Um no, definitely not. We aren't even real sisters. It's just we've known each other for so long and we're so close that when we moved here that's what we told people because we wanted to be." "You two just kinda adopted each other huh?" Sarah's head was spinning, the world was going to hell in a hand-basket, it might even be the end of times and he was calm, relaxed almost given the weird conversation and how uncomfortable he is with women.
He was a little frazzled and nervous but that was cuz a her not outside. He was never one for talking, right now today he had said more to her than in seven years of living next to one another and her pouring him the occasional drink when he decided to go to the bar.
Noticing she had gone silent Daryl eased back too, trying to at least get comfortable even if he couldn't relax with all that hoopla goin on out there. He was the next to speak, "It's a lot ta take in, that's why I wanted ta come, was worried about ya two findin out the hard way just how bad its getting out there. It sure is a hell of a conversation, and as I recall we aint had many so it kinda is our first conversation..." Sarah cut off his rambling with a kiss. Just a soft peck that was broken quickly as much by his shock as by her wanting to say something.
Drawing back Sarah spoke, "Seems to me that maybe we should be doing something else then, something better." she leaned in for another kiss but before she could Daryl stopped her. "Why do ya wanna kiss me woman? I might believe you when you say you're not a lesbian but kissin now like this might not be such a good idea. It's not like ya like me; it's the stress, the shock. It would be wrong to start something now just cuz things are dark and horrible and ya need comfort."
"It's not stress really. I'm impressed by your display of chivalry and this is how I wanna show it. And you're wrong about me liking you. Don't sell yourself short, you're a good man and I want you. I wanted you even before all this but I always had an excuse before. I've always had a thing for you ever since I met you. It's just that now it's the end of the world. If not now then when?" she pulled him closer curling herself into his lap hugging him.
To her surprise he wrapped his strong arms around her. Sarah spoke once more saying,"I'm scared I'll admit it but I don't wanna think about it. I don't wanna think about what's going on out there. I don't wanna think about the future. I wanna be here with you, kissing you. There's no one else, nowhere else I wanna be right now." "Alright Sarah"he said bringing his lips to hers. This time he didn't hesitate or pull away, neither of them did. They kept kissing and soon their kiss deepened, their tongues seeking exploring, meeting in a flurry of sparks.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Downstairs Sam decided to break the silence that had been stretching for several minutes by offering the oldest Dixon a drink. "I know this isn't a social call since you Dixons don't call on people but I feel that I should offer you a drink anyway, so do you want something?" he responded with a gruff "No." She sighed, knowing it was going to be one of those conversations where she did all the talking and he said as little as possible, too little leaving her going nuts trying to figure out what he meant. "Okay" She responded disappointed. Merle seeing the look on her face became embarrassed at being the cause.
He was blushing slightly looking ashamed when he said, "I'm sorry, just not right now, maybe later, need to have a talk. Nows not really time to get comfortable." "It's not? What's going on? I know you aren't here to make our acquaintance; you made it very clear when we moved here that you wanted nothing to do with us and now you just stroll in with a riot going on outside. You may not be one for conversation Merle Dixon but you better start." "Okay woman, no need to go on a rant over my bad manners. I apologize, again."
He paused then collecting his thoughts. He really did have something to tell her. Well she decided, he could tell her over a drink. He could use the time she was up to think and be ready when she got back. Decided she got up to get a Pepsi, when she got to the fridge she would ask what to get him, and if he didn't respond or declined he was getting one too. However before she could take a step he gently put his hand on her arm to stop her. "Relax Merle I'm just getting me somethin ta drink. It too early for alcohol?"
"On a day like today no ma'am but if it's all the same to ya I'd rather have my wits. I'll have a soda." "Merle Dixon choosing sobriety, I thought I'd never see the day." she said going to the kitchen. "Sorry if that came out too snippy, I didn't mean it ta be. An I was kidin about the booze. I'm going for soda too, Pepsi alright?" "Just so, what I wanted anyway." getting the sodas from the fridge she moved back into the living room getting coasters along the way. She put one down in front of Merle and the other right next to it where she planned to sit.
Sighing as she sat she said, "Well we can dance around it all day or ya can just tell me what's goin on Dixon." "Aint that easy cher. Turn on the tv." reaching for the remote she said turning the tv and cable on, "I don't see what it'll tell me that you won't" stopping when the screen turned on but no picture followed. She changed the channel and got more nothing, blue screens and static. "How can this be?" she cried gesticulating her despair with her hands, still holding the remote. "There can't just be nothing."
"I'm afraid so. It's a lot worse out there than you think." "It just can't be!" she said getting up and beginning to pace. Merle got up as well looking awkward and nervous went over to her. He put his arms around her rubbing her back; tears were finally starting to fall. "Its gonna be alright" he said trying to soothe her. "How? How is it gonna be alright? How can it everything's gone and the world's gone crazy. "Shhh. Its gonna be alright I'm here. I got ya. I'm not gonna leave ya. World's gone crazy before always comes back. Life finds a way. Til then we stick together, the four of us, take it one day at a time. Me an my brother you an ya lady, we're strong, strong enough ta fight, ta make it through this."
"But what is it? What's happening?" "Don't know fa sure. Disease a some kind never seen anything like it. 'Cept maybe in a horror movie." he pulled away from her, taking her hand he guided her back to the couch. When they sat down he kept holding her hand even putting his other hand over hers, his large hands swallowing her small ones he kept talking not missing a beat. "Makes people crazy, hungry. They go around wanderin, huntin anything that moves. They catch a person they try to eat 'em, kill 'em. Person gets away, so long as them thins got a bite in they'll get sick, real sick and become one a those things rabid, hungry. Only way to stop 'em is to kill 'em, shootin 'em in the head is the only thing that works."
"Okay, well we're safe here for a little while anyways. The door's triple dead bolted it'll hold." pulling her now hot hand away from his. She asks, "So do ya maybe wanna do somethin while we wait for them? Sarah and Daryl are still up there and I ain't of a mind to bother 'em just yet so we can plan our next move."
Merle thought a minute, popping his soda and taking a drink, looking around. Spotting the Xbox he said, "Hows about since we can't watch tv we play a game, see ya got an Xbox. Eletricity still goin, we got lights and air conditionin, thank god for small things eh?" "Yeah like the sun, our house is run by solar panels, we got plenty a electricity even though we're completely off grid. Xbox sounds fun let's get up and pick a game we can both play." They decided on one of the Halo games and set in to play.
They played several different game modes and locations as hours passed. Before they knew it, it was dark outside and the clocks said it was getting late, very late actually. "Whew" Sam stretched "Where did the time go? That was fun Merle. Got my mind offa things. I needed it. Thank you." "Aww weren't nothin" he replied. Continuing he said, "Why ya almost sound surprised Sam. Didn't ya think I could be fun?" he teased. She finished the last of one of the many sodas they'd had throughout the afternoon.
She said, "It's been fun but it's about time fur makin dinner. Got a wild southern hen that needs cookin." "Ya's a brave woman tacklin a roast like that." Sam responded, "Well, then I guess that makes two of us cuz your helpin me." Merle squawked back, "The hell I am! I'm a man cher. Men don't cook!"Sam getting angry replied, "You will if you wanna eat! Everyone takes part and gives a hand. That's in everything. Let's call it a house rule. You wanna eat you gotta take your turns catchin and cookin it. Enough! Help me if you don't wanna go hungry tonight. Let's get the bird outta the fridge. NOW or I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!"
Merle followed the small blonde woman into the kitchen like a whipped dog. As she opened the door to the fridge, she bent down to get the hen. As she did, Merle couldn't help but ogle her butt. Now that he knew she was straight he didn't feel guilty about how his dick twitched. He let himself enjoy the sight before him and how it made him feel. Sam got up just then interrupting his musings. When she turned around to hand Merle the bird, she noticed the angle of his gaze and figured out instantly what he was looking at. She got mad just as fast as she figured out his focus. She got even angrier when she saw the bulge in his pants. So naturally she all but threw the bird at him.
Mumbling something about getting the pickled herbs they had stored so they could make the chicken without fresh ones she quickly exited the room; trying to escape him and his piercing gaze. Spending the day with him had almost made her forget what an asshole he could be. He's a rabid dog when it comes to women and he always would be. In that instant his interest had cut their easy camaraderie to shreds. Now that she had time to take a breath, she quietly mourned it.
That done she now wondered at the price of getting back that moment of friendship. Did she even want to? He seemed interested in her, at least physically. And now that she'd had her outburst she wondered if she shouldn't welcome it, wouldn't welcome it if he tried to have something with her...something more. Her thoughts filled with the strange idea that the two of them being an actual thing, that it could be possible. She had always kinda toyed with the idea of attempting to catch his interest; but now that she had it she wasn't sure she wanted it. The past few hours had been great but they had also been platonic, easy.
She almost wished it was that easy. To be just friends with him and nothing more; but that would be taking the easy way out, the coward's way and that was something an O'Brien never did. Sighing, still very much undecided and in turmoil but with nothing to do about it now she grabbed the jar of herbs she came for off the shelf. Noting she had been gone for quite a few minutes she hurried back with her prize hoping that he noticed nothing unusual about how long such a simple errand took her.
When she got back to the kitchen a few moments later she noticed that Merle had started prepping the bird without her. He had already cut it open and gutted it. Grateful that he had done the nasty part for her and that he had actually listened to her and heeded her warnings about going hungry. But mostly she was just happy that he was helping her dress the bird because that meant she didn't have to do it all by herself. When she put the jar of preserved herbs on the counter he gave her a look but didn't say anything about the length of her absence.
Instead he said, "Them the herbs ya gone ta get cher?"Sam responded that they were and politely asked him to move over so she could apply them to the chicken. As she began the task she asked him to turn the oven on to 380℉. When she was done with the inside she sowed the bird up, flipping it over so she could rub herbs into the skin as well. The prep done she nodded to Merle to put the thing in the oven.
While he moved to comply with her request, she took the opportunity to glance over his figure. She leaned back against the counter noticing that while he was stocky he had a lot of muscle, all around not bad for an older fella. Though she didn't know his age she thought he had to be at least 15 years older than her. His little brother she knew was only just older than her so he couldn't be that old but he looked so much older than his brother. More like he would be his father than his brother. Merle's short hair and stubble being completely gray while his brother's longer hair is still brown all the way through and his little goatee only slightly grayed. They were the same height, modestly tall at just under 6 ft. which she liked just fine. Since he was occupied with putting the bird in the oven he didn't notice her looking him up and down. She stopped before he straightened so he wouldn't notice her checking him out.
She was leaning on the counter and he was against the table across from her and a little over when he asked her,"What next cher?" Sam responded,"Nothin I guess just wait for the bird to be done."Then Merle moved to stand in front of her, blocking her escape by putting his arms on the counter on both sides of her, the sides of his arms just brushing her waist. Sam could smell the man scent coming off of him and she suddenly panicked; rushing at his strong arms still locked around her body seeking an escape.
He spoke trying to calm her saying,"Whoa. Cher where ya goin? I aint gon a hurt ya, just hold on a second there."Her struggling aroused him so that he sported another little tent in his pants."You're gettin a little excited there Merle. What's that for?"Indicating the bulge in his pants. He responded,"Well cher that'd be fur you. I'm all hot and bothered and it's all cuz a you. I's sore excited cher. I'm finally gonna get to taste your hot lesbian chicken."
This shocked her. She stood there in his arms back against the counter with her mouth opening and closing, gaping like a fish gasping for air. Which after the look he gave her a second later she was. But in her stupor Sam had stopped fighting, stopped trying to escape. Merle saw this as an opportunity. He was gonna show the little lady just how happy she was makin him and how much he appreciated her...hospitality. He said as much before he wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her close; but just when he began to lean his face towards hers they heard a muffled cough behind them. Merle spun around, keeping his lady behind him, to see his brother Daryl standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
Daryl just stood there like a fool until Merle asked,"Hi long lost brother of mine. Well don't just stand there speak up boy."Daryl's face turned red and he rubbed his neck before he replied,"I'm just seeing if theres anything I can do ta hep ya get dinner ready. I know its late and all but if there's still som'in ta do I'm willin ta do it. I woulda come down earlier to help, was plannin to but Sarah and I got to doin som'in and we lost track a time, was dark before we knew it. So once I realized how late it was gettin she asked he ta come down and see what needed doin. So here I am facin a jury panel courtesy of one Merle Dixon."
Merle who had been glowering at him the whole time, giving him an ice cold full blown death glare. Kept on doing that. Prompting Daryl to say to him,"What gives bro? Ya're givin he a freakin death glare and I didnt do nothin."Sam who was behind Merle the whole time, confused at the statement tried to crane her head around him to try and see his face to see if Merle was really glowering at his brother. Not that it worked, he was just too damn big and she was too damn small. "Its a FUCKING death glare Darlina, thought I tought ya to swear proper, guess I was wrong. 'Sides don matter what ya did, you dont even need ta know. What ya do need ta know is that I am pissed at ya; hence the FUCKING death glare!"
"Merle its alright, he's here now. Its not like we went to get him when we started making dinner. He wants to help and he's welcome to. I was just about ta send you upstairs to get at least him so to fix some sides. Its not Sarah's night to cook so I didn't really expect her to wanna help with the fixins but seein how we got company so we gotta make more food I'd like you to do that for me. Would you dear?" Daryl didn't move or respond, just kept lookin at his brother.
Sam said,"Now Daryl! Chop chop, everyone pulls their weight around here and we share all the duties." Seeming to unfreeze at her words Daryl lept into action moving toward the fridge, the most likely place to find something to fix. Wanting to help him out a bit since he was in a strange kitchen and didn't know what they had. Sam opted to help telling Daryl that there were probably some biscuits keepin fresh in there somewhere and that after he found them all he really needed to do was find some veggies to go with them.
When he found them Daryl grinning said to his brother,"Hey lookie here we finally get to eat their biscuits!" Mirroring his brothers grin Merle responded,"Hells yeah. Get too eat their chicken too." Groaning at the male idiocy unfolding before her Sam left the kitchen to avoid getting contaminated. She escaped to the reading room also off the kitchen. Merle found her there a moment later. Leaning against the doorjamb he spoke to the chagrined miss,"I'm sorry if we offended you ma'am. We really appreciate your hospitality. Men just act real stupid sometimes. I hope you aint mad." Moving into the room before continuing,"Mind if I join ya in here?" Merle queried.
When Sam pretended to ignore him, he sat down next to her on the edge of the lounge chair she was sitting in with her knees pulled up. Still pretended to read she ignored him. It gave Merle another chance to look at her.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Awhile later Merle and Sam were sitting opposite each other at the table, Daryl having scooted back upstairs with his and Sarah's food to go eat with her in her room. They hadn't spoke much to each other since Daryl disrupted their little moment; only polite and compact exchanges but only when they'd had to. Merle was shoveling his food into his mouth like he was raised in a barn where they didn't teach him how to chew properly, his cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk's. Sam imagined he did this to avoid having to talk to her not just about his holding her and what he would have done if they hadn't been interrupted but also his outburst at his brother. When he got mad at Daryl it seemed that he was at least enjoying their embrace if not seeking more than to just hold her.
But he said nothing and neither did she. The silence only getting thicker as the end of their meal got closer and closer; thick with tension that only got worse as they began to run out of things to do to avoid talking. They finished near the same time, her stretching and yawning and him rubbing his belly, a loud burp echoing through the empty quiet space. Merle spoke first,"That was damn fine cookin cher. Livin next to ya all these years I knew you had su'm skills but that was amazing, best bird I ever had." At this praise Sam flushed. Not really used to cooking for men or receiving such wholesome approval, ever in her life really.
Then Merle started looking around for something. "Where's ya cats? Haven't seen hide nor hair. Thought it was a sure thing what with that bird cookin makin all kinds a wonderful smells." Sam paused before answering, now also casting her eyes around for her beloved pets."I don't know. I haven't seen them for a long time. Maybe we should look. They should be very hungry by now and they aint been around to say hi the whole time you been here. I'm starting to get worried. We gotta find 'em."Getting up Merle said,"Say no more darlin lets get to it." Smiling she began wondering where to start. Upstairs sounded good, search the place proper, top to bottom.
Going to the cabinet so she could get a bag of treats to lure them out if they were hiding she quickly told Merle her plan. They made for the stairs. She looked in the bathroom quick to rule it out before stopping at her sister's closed door. She knocked to announce her presence before asking Sarah if she knew where any of the cats were. Sarah told her she had no idea so she swept through the rest of the upstairs rooms quickly, Merle standing at the doorway of each looking at her. Unnerving her with his piercing gaze that seemed to see right through her, to the very depths of her soul. She felt he could see all of her secrets, anything she ever tried to hide, every lie she had ever told.
Shaking herself she forced her mind back to the search. Having found not any of the three cats they moved to the ground floor shaking the treat bag. Her anxiety growing with each moment that passed without a sign. After that they moved to the finished half of the basement. Still finding nothing Sam threw her hands up in frustration."Maybe they're sleeping and didn't hear you call or did and didn't want to come?"Merle offered trying to soothe the upset woman before him.
"All of them? Not likely. Usually works on at least two out of three and with the chicken thing they should all be out begging. No, I think something must have happened to them. That or they've been outside all this time. However if that's the case I would have thought I would hear them scratching to get in."
Merle had a light bulb moment,"Hold on a sec cher. I got an idea a where they might be. I think your kitties are outside. Lemme go check."He went to the sliding door that led out back. When he opened the door he smiled and said,"Well lookie here girlie. All three of 'em prancin toward the door all pretty like princes and princesses not a scratch on 'em." Running to his side so she could see for herself. She saw that he was indeed speaking the truth. They were fine and coming in like it was just another summer day. But it wasn't and when she saw them she was so relieved that she hugged Merle and kissed his cheek for finding them.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
She was tired after they fed the cats some of the leftover chicken. So she went to the hall closet upstairs where they kept spare blankets and linens, leaving Merle in the kitchen while she grabbed sheets and a pillow. She motioned for him and the cats to follow her down into the most secure part of the house, the basement. After they were all through the door she closed it, not locking it yet."I wanna sleep down here if you don't mind. There's a bedroom down here and a couch if you don't mind sleeping on one. We can bolt the door behind us so the crazies have two secured doors to get through."
"Sounds good ta me honey. 'Cept I was thinkin ya might want me in the bed with you. So I can be right there if somethin happens and those things have another door ta get through."Sam went to bolt the door at the top of the stairs but Merle stopped her. "Ain't ya gonna ask the rest a our group if they wanna bunk down here with us so they can be safer too. So we can be together if somethin happens?" "No." She responded, turning all three deadbolts on the door.
"Its late. If they're not already asleep they're doin somethin they definitely don't want disturbed. I figure that not only will they get annoyed with us for bothering them but that they would probably wanna stay where they are. Looks to me it would be a wasted trip."
He agreed hastily recognizing another lost argument when he saw it. "Now that that's settled. Let's get ta bed so we can get some sleep and get up early."Merle laid down on the bed to wait for her to get into her bedclothes. He put one arm above his head, the other he rested on his stomach. When Sam came back into the room he was able to resist watching her come toward him, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.
So when she laid down next to him so that no space was between them he had no warning. He stiffened when she nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing in his scent. He forced himself to relax as he put an arm around her, pulling her into an embrace. He wanted to continue what he started in the kitchen. Before he got cock blocked by his idiot brother, he was going in for a kiss. At least one, probably more than a kiss if he was being honest. He wanted her bad, but he could tell he was gonna have to put time and effort in if he wanted some sugar. This one was worth it though. He knew if he was gonna have something with her he was gonna have to take it slow, ease into it.
Sam was getting comfortable in Merle's embrace when he began to shift to his side so he could look into her eyes. Curious about his intent she searched his blue eyes for clues but even though he was relaxed his eyes were still guarded yielding nothing about what he was planning to do with her. He just stared at her. They were so close he was doing something to her just with his eyes, something wonderful. His gaze was melting her, she caught herself wishing he would kiss her. Sam wanted him to touch her, she just hoped that if he did...when he did that she would be able to let him.
Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms it was like he was seeing her for the first time, really seeing her. So much beauty, so strong but there was fear there too and vulnerability. He didn't want to ruin this perfect moment but he felt that if he didn't taste her, touch her and do it now he would regret it. He started to move his face towards hers, he didn't think anymore he just pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. At first she hesitated stiffening but then she relaxed and let him kiss her. They spent a few moments like that before Merle broke the kiss so he could see how it lit up her blue eyes. Loving the kiss he gave her, tingling all over Sam went back to nuzzling into his neck with her eyes closed getting ready to sleep.
Merle lay there for a moment enjoying the feel of her, listening to her breathe, her heartbeat. He felt them slowing, knowing she was trying to fall asleep he shifted to kiss her again. Where the first kiss had been sweet and gentle making her feel special, this was nothing like it she could feel his need as his lips captured hers. She was ready, she returned the kiss greedily. It had been so long since she had been touched. Soon the kiss deepened, their tongues colliding for a moment before moving on to explore, taste, savor. Sam stretched out her body so she could press it against his.
Her head had begun to spin as he growled softly. At that she lost control of the fear she kept hidden, buried. She began to tremble as a wave of panic washed over her. She began to drown in that fear. Merle pulled away to see the panic taking over. He rubbed her back trying to calm her unable to understand what had caused her sudden panic attack. He made calming noises to her. Merle quickly realized she was somewhere else, stuck in a nightmare. To help bring her back he started talking about random things. Childhood memories of the better times, telling her about the first girl he had ever loved. He stopped that story before he told her how she broke his heart. He told her other stories and not long after he could tell she was there with him though still afraid somewhat so he kept going. It took a while but as he talked she started to relax in his arms again.
Burying her face in his chest she released a long shaky breath and she was better...for now but she knew if he touched her again she would probably react the same way and keep having panic attacks unless she could trust him completely. That was unlikely, she was always guarded around everyone. The only person she truly trusted was Sarah; everyone else was thirty seconds from hurting her if she let them get close enough, which she never did. She didn't untangle herself from his grasp but she did pull her body a few inches from his. She put her head to the pillow wanting to go to sleep rather than try again.
He felt more than saw her pulling away, giving up. He knew she was going to try to sleep after she ruined their...whatever it was. Fresh from a panic attack Merle knew she would have nothing but nightmares with that fear fresh on the brain; not wanting that he decided to give something better. He spoke softly to her,"You just had a panic attack. Now isn't a good time to go to sleep, you'll only have nightmares. I'm gonna give you something better to dream about." Taking a moment to wrangle his desire before he kissed her again. Too much passion too soon would scare her again and this was about her not him; about comfort not lust.
Ready he leaned into her again him lips to hers in a soft kiss. This time he rolled on top of her a little to anchor her with his weight, make her feel safe. However he had left her room to escape from under him and escape she did. This time she pulled from his arms completely, moving to the opposite end of the bed, a mask of fear marring her face. Upset that his attempt to soothe her had the opposite effect. Merle slowly he reached his arms out to her...inviting her back. Somewhat warily she climbed back toward him. In his arms once more she let him hold her. Merle kissed her forehead as he began to try and rub the tension out of her body.
Merle spoke trying to break the silence,"I'm sorry cher. I wasn't trying to hurt you, I'll never hurt you. Real men don't do that. I wasn't trying to scare you either. It drives me crazy seein ya like this. I was trying ta be with you. I still want to be with you."Looking deep into his eyes the whole time he was speaking she broke the contact looking away."I want that too, Merle."
He perked up at this but as she continued he dropped back into meaningful stare mode."I just can't. I don't even remember the last time a man touched me without me reacting like that, don't know if that's ever happened. I don't even remember what makes me react like that..." He pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin."It don't matter. Yur with me now. I aint givin up. Your a damn fine woman and I aim ta make you mine." Without warning he kissed her again. pulling away he made eye contact before he spoke again."I'm gonna kiss ya again cher. I'm gonna kiss ya deeply, for quite a while. I'd rather ya didn't bite me or pull away or anything. I'd want you to let me just kiss ya." When she didn't object he did just that.
Their tongues dancing once more Merle began to move his hands, exploring her body. She shivered as Merle ran his hands over her body squeezing and kneading everything in reach. Making his way over her flesh to her breasts grasping them through her top. Sam arched into his touch, groaning into his mouth. His lips left hers to travel to her neck, the hand on her breast playing with her taut nipple making her moan. Nipping her neck playfully Merle moved his other hand to caress her rear. He slid he hand that was on her breast under her shirt. Merle moved his hand over her stomach feeling her muscles twitch at his touch; her breath hitched as he moved his hand up.
Both of them were breathing heavily as his hand reclaimed her breast. This time with nothing in between and it was glorious. If her body was tingling all over before it now magnified 10, a 100 fold. Merle was affected the same way but he had more experience and more control. He rolled on top of her moving his mouth to the other side of her neck he gave this side the same attention as he put his weight on her; his erection digging into her hip. Keeping the hand he had on her breast where it was, he moved his other hand from her behind up her bare torso to stroke her other breast. With both hands working her breasts he kissed her lips hard, his tongue demanding...
Sam had one of her hands gripping and running through his short hair, the other was grabbing at his shoulder egging him on. Feeling him rub himself into her hip moaning she shifted so that her core was at his waist pulling his body against her, liquid pooling in her heated core she moaned again. Grinding her hot aching core against him just above his erection, it was his turn to moan. Growling as he fisted his hand into her short hair he kissed her so hard it hurt. Grabbing her ass, he shifted his cock until it met her core. Breaking the kiss but not moving away, they rocked against each other moaning wildly and panting heavily into each others mouths. Digging her nails into his back Sam reached to grab the bottom of Merle's shirt with her other hand to pull it over his head.
Merle having been sobered when she scratched him, reached to stop her, pulling away from her completely he lay down on his back next to her."No. We should stop. It's too soon to go further; yur not ready for it cher." Looking at Merle confused, still panting heavily. She couldn't believe this. All that just to stop? Hell no. Sam straddled Merle, pulling her shirt over her head. Leaning forward she pushed her naked breasts against his face grabbing the back of his head so he couldn't pull away unless he wanted to escape. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist such a blatant seduction, he didn't want to resist. He wanted her, she could feel his desire pressing against her moist heat seeking entrance.
He struggled against her briefly trying to resist what she knew he wanted to the point of desperation. When he stopped struggling and began to rub his face against her chest she knew she had him. She waited until he started to kiss and lick her aching breasts bringing sweet relief before reaching for the end table next to the bed. She stopped halfway when she realized she had no idea what size he was. She didn't know anything about penis sizes. Even if she saw his she probably wouldn't be able to pick a condom that would fit him. He felt huge, deciding she should play it safe and ask him she shifted her attention back to the man under her.
Merle felt her begin to reach for something. Then she hesitated and returned her attention to him. When she asked "So...what's the size of the damage?" he realized it was a condom she was going for. That she had hesitated because she didn't know what would fit him. Chucking he replied,"I'll be an extra large honey." Flushing she reached for the drawer again, this time opening it. Looking inside she sifted through the assorted contents looking for a foil package that could be an extra large. As she searched she found some lube but not needing it she put it aside. Then she found a few large ones banded together. They were so big they had to be XL. Pulling one out she handed it to him. When he nodded she closed the drawer.
Sometime during her search he had stopped attending to her breasts so she could get it done faster without being distracted. When her attention was back on him he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Pulling back he gazed into her sparkling blue eyes. He asked, "You sure honey? We don't have to have sex now, we should wait. I don't wanna rush this." Giving him a quick heated kiss before pulling away to reply,"Shut up and fuck me already."Kissing him with all the passion burning inside of her she wiggled her body against his reminding Merle how much he wanted her, needed her.
Not breaking the kiss they began to rub and touch each other. He pulled her body close to him so he could flip them. Kissing passionately, bodies on fire Sam reached to take his shirt off. Breaking the kiss she pulled his shirt off as fast as she could throwing it to the floor. Instead of kissing him again she rubbed her hands and face against his chest, nose buried in the tufts of hair she found there. Moving her head up to his neck she kissed it up and down licking and biting here and there. Her hands moved to his waistband where she began to work on and remove his belt. She also undid the button on his pants before capturing his lips in a lazy kiss.
Sam pulled him against her body once more, his hot flesh pressing into hers. Merle sought entrance to her mouth, Sam sighed into his lips as she granted it their kiss descending into consuming desperate passion. Opening her legs so she could rub against his erection seeking to be as close to him as she could. Groaning loudly he dutifully pressed the tip of his twitching penis to her moist heat. The rough denim of his jeans scraping against her driving her crazy. Tongues thrashing fireworks exploding through both of them they kissed for a few minutes before Sam broke away, kissing her way to his neck.
Kissing and licking it as she had before. This time she didn't stop there though, she continued south making a trail down to the waistband of his jeans. Unzipping them and pulling them down taking his underwear with them. As his erection sprung free Sam ran her tongue along his rock hard length, licking the tip before taking him into her mouth. He was indeed as big as he claimed, she couldn't even fit all of him in her mouth. Licking and sucking it seemed to take only seconds for him to stop her. Pulling himself out of her mouth Merle cast about for the discarded condom.
Finding it, he hastily ripped the package open extracting the contents. As he pushed it onto his penis she saw that he was sweating. Sweat dripping down him face he turned back to her, grabbing her shoulders, pushing her onto her back. Pulling off her panties and discarding them he settled himself on top of her. Claiming her lips in a hasty kiss before he buried his face into her neck as he moved a hand to cup her bottom. Then he was pressing inside of her. They both cried out as he filled her, he was stretched so tight against her. Their lips met in a long passionate frenzied kiss that Merle broke so he could look into her eyes as he began to move.
Working himself back and forth inside her as she moaned to his rhythm. She had one hand buried in his hair, the other on his back rubbing a pattern on the scars there. He had both of his hands on her butt so he could control the angle of his penetration. He started out slow and random but that changed as he shifted her hips to be deeper inside of her. Increasing his pace he sought out a sweet spot, he wanted her to scream for him. Sam was mewling desperately, seeking to release the pressure building inside her. She had never felt this much pleasure, she hadn't even known it was possible to feel this way and god it was killing her. Merle found what he was looking for making her cry out his name. Focusing all his attention on his find he dove into her again and again. Soon she was howling his name. He increased his pace riding her harder and harder. Pounding into her as hard as he could he let loose quite a few moans of his own. She was screaming now, interchanging his name with oh god yes. Her walls that were already tight against him crashing down on him so hard it almost hurt, he lost himself in her, riding the waves with her, losing themselves in the feeling, pleasure consuming them. Merle collapsed on top of his lady still inside of her as the last echoes of his orgasm passed through him. He watched her still in the throes of her own orgasm. She was so beautiful and even if it was just in this moment, she was his.
He stayed inside her long after he had gone soft, looking at her. They kissed, tongues meeting creating some of the earlier passion. They parted; both too tired and spent to do more. Merle pulled himself from her and threw away the condom. Returning to her, she gave him a soft goodnight kiss before they fell asleep naked in each other's arms.