Summary: Beth is an experienced girl who knows what she wants and Rick is an alcoholic that gives into temptation pretty easily.

AN: My third Brick story! I'm on a roll loyal readers. This is also an AU, no zombies, and it's a bit darker than Breath of Life, so don't expect a lot of fluff out of this one. This story came about because there's too much Bethyl on tumblr and it sends me spiraling into Brick overload, also I was writing smut and came up with a plot to have around the smut. I swear my next story will be in the zombie apocalypse. Anywho, enjoy the story!

Warnings: Age gap, if the idea of an 18 year old girl going after a guy in his 30s squicks you, please exit now :) Also, we'll dive pretty quick into the sex.

Chapter One

"Is that deputy Grimes?"

Beth cranes around Tara to see who she is looking at and sees the patrol car pulling down the drive. "Yup. Momma invited him over for dinner after church again. She thinks he's going to starve now that Lori's gone." Beth confirmed and both girls watch the car stop and Rick Grimes step out of the car. He sends a wave in their direction, Beth and Tara are sitting on a fence soaking up one of the last nice days of fall, and Beth sends a bright smile as she waves back.

"That's an eager smile, Bethy, you got something you need to confess?" Tara asks mischievously.

"I've decided I'm done with boys," Beth declares, still staring after Rick. They're far enough away that she knows Rick can't hear her as he enters the farmhouse.

"'Bout time! I'll bring you safely into the world of girl on girl loving," Tara laughs and nudges her friend playfully with her shoulder.

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean I'm done with boys. I'm moving on to men," Beth affirms.

"That's a pity," Tara pouts playfully. "Don't tell me you're setting your sights on Officer Friendly, recently divorced and dating the bottle, as I hear."

Beth huffs and slides off her perch on the fence. Tara follows and they make their way towards the farmhouse. "His wife divorced him for his best friend and is already pregnant, I think that entitles the guy to a drink or two."

"Or a bottle or two?"

"Besides, he's always treated me well," Beth defends.

"Yeah, you're his friend's daughter, of course he does."

"He's very attractive."

"For a guy, sure. I'll give you that. Are you sure this has nothing to do with Jimmy dating a freshman?"

Beth scowls at her friend for bringing up a sore subject. "This has nothing to do with that." She and Jimmy broke up over a year ago.

"Or what about Zach also dating a high schooler?" Zach is two years older than Beth, a sophomore in college, and he and Beth broke up just a month ago. Yes, it is true, according to the rumor mill. Both of Beth's ex-boyfriends are rumored to be dating much younger girls. Illegal, in both cases, if they are having sex. And considering how much sex she had with both of them she doesn't doubt the illegality.

Sure, her attraction to older men might be partly spurned out of the disgust she feels for boys her age slobbering over girls that aren't even sixteen yet, but Rick Grimes is a special case. She can't remember a time when she didn't have a crush on Rick Grimes. When she was fourteen and her friends were coo-ing over boy bands and actors (or in Tara's case, actresses), she was pining for one of the local lawmen. She had been so grateful to her sister Maggie back then, always getting in trouble, Rick Grimes had brought her home in the back of his patrol car on several occasions. Beth had always lurked on the stairs and watched her father and Rick talk while Maggie fumed between them.

This was like a godsend, Beth is now in her senior year, freshly eighteen and legal for a few weeks now, and Rick is freshly divorced and single. Beth knows she doesn't have long before the single harpies at church start circling Rick after an appropriate amount of grieving time is allowed to Rick and his divorce. Rick is considered a hero in their town, ever since he was shot on duty while stopping some bank robbers.

Lucky for Beth her father is friends with Rick and her mother had a soft spot a mile wide for the man. She insists regularly that Rick come over for dinner and company, Tara wasn't the only one to hear rumors about Rick's drinking and Annette was sure all Rick needs is to not be alone. Beth always makes sure to be home if Rick is coming over. She had even skipped out early on cheer practice last week, faking a twisted ankle when practice looked like it was going to go on too long.

Beth is still in her church clothes, a dress barely long enough to be considered church appropriate and a modest cardigan, and she stops in front of the door to make sure she doesn't have any dirt on the dress from the fence. Tara snorts at her primping and Beth sends her a last glare before flouncing into the house with a huge smile. Tara follows, amused and ready for a show.

Rick is sitting in the parlor with a glass of iced tea and Annette fusing at his side. Rick hadn't shaved for church this morning and Annette's hints from the morning hadn't encouraged Rick to remedy the situation yet. Beth is secretly pleased, both Jimmy and Zach could barely grow facial hair, and their stubble was patchy and pathetic if allowed to grow. Beth really wants to feel Rick's stubble pressed against her skin. "Good afternoon, Mr. Grimes!" Beth greets.

"Hey Beth, Tara," Rick greets with a nod.

"Oh good, you two keep Rick company while I finish dinner. Hershel and Shawn aren't back yet." Hershel and Shawn, her father and brother, are seeing to a neighbor's horse that is sick.

"Of course! It'll be my pleasure," Beth beams at her mother as she retreats to the kitchen. Beth takes a seat next to Rick on the couch, a bit closer than she should and she makes sure her skirt hikes up at bit as she sits. Tara sprawls into a chair across from them. Tara did not go to church this morning, so she is wearing cargo pants and a flannel and looks ready for the supposed 'show.'

"How's school?" Rick asks diplomatically.

"Nothing to complain about," Beth answers truthfully.

"Easy for miss straight As and darling of the faculty. For the rest of us plebs, it sucks." Tara responds with a smirk.

"Tara, are you staying for dinner?" Annette calls from the kitchen.

"No Mrs. Greene, I should probably be heading back now." Tara gives Beth an eye, one that says she'll be sad to miss Beth's show.

"Come into the kitchen, I have a homemade cherry pie for your father." Tara's father has lung cancer and her sister is going through a divorce, so Annette is also mothering and over feeding the Chambler family.

Tara leaves Rick and Beth alone and Beth eagerly turns so she is sitting at an angle, better to talk to Rick. Her knee is only an inch from touching Rick's leg. Rick quickly looks away but Beth catches him staring at her thighs and she represses a triumphant grin.

"Are you staying for the game after dinner?" Beth isn't sure what is a safe topic for Rick, work involved his wife-stealing former partner and Rick's home life is now pretty bleak with rare custody of his son, Carl. Rick has stayed over a couple of times to watch the Falcons' game with her brother and father if on.

"Not tonight."

"That's too bad," Beth purposely shows her disappointment with a slight pout.

"I'm working a night shift. I'm on duty at eight."

Beth shifts again, just enough that her knee presses into Rick's. Rick's attention is again draw to Beth's legs and he quickly glances away, again. Beth presses just a big harder, so Rick has to look into her eyes, and his gaze is dark and heavy and it sends a thrill to her core.

"Oi, Barbie, I'll see you at school tomorrow," Tara's voice interrupts the moment and Rick scoots away. Tara had walked in, holding her pie, in just enough time to see it all.

Beth glares at Tara, who smirks in response. Beth stands to see Tara to the door, and as Tara is leaving Beth can see her father's truck pulling up. She sighs, her moment with Rick is lost. But she is sure Rick is at least attracted to her. She just needs an opportunity for Rick to let his guard down.

She gets her opportunity quicker than she would have thought. A little over a week later Beth finds a legitimate reason to be at Rick's house. Rick had come over for dinner again, this time on a school night, and Beth is in a panic mode because their internet router has died and she has a current events paper due the following day. Most of the paper is done but Beth hasn't finished yet because she wanted the paper to be as up to date as possible and considering how the ISIS situation changes daily Beth had waited to the last minute to finish it. Rick enters the kitchen as Beth is trying to explain her reasoning to her mother but her clueless yet lovable mother does not keep herself up to date on world events.

"Honey, they killed Bin Laden years ago, there is no volatile situation anymore." Her mother says in a sure tone and Beth wants to bang her head against the wall.

"My internet is working if Beth needs to come over and do some research," Rick offered selflessly, but quickly doubts himself, "If you think that's okay, Annette, I don't want to overstep my—"

"Oh Momma, please? I just need to read a few articles and get some cites and update the paper." Beth isn't even thinking about her plans to seduce Rick, not at first. She really does have an A average to maintain.

"Oh Rick, you are such a dear to our family. I have some cookies you can take in thanks," Annette gushes, and even though they haven't even eaten dinner yet Annette is pulling out cookies she baked earlier.

And less than an hour later, Beth finds herself following Rick home in her momma's station wagon with a promise to return no later than her curfew of ten o'clock.

Rick seems nervous with Beth at his kitchen table with her laptop as he puts away leftovers Annette sent him home along with the cookies. "Momma's been cooking for an army lately, between feeding you and the Chamblers." Beth jokes to get Rick to relax.

"Yeah? I believe it. I'm eating better now than I did before the divorce." He offers a weak smile and then shifts awkwardly.

"Don't worry about me Rick, you do what you normally do. I shouldn't be too long."

Rick relaxes at bit at her words, he pours himself a drink (a generous three fingers of scotch, on the rocks) and leaves the kitchen. Beth hears the TV turn on and she blocks it out while she rushes through her paper. It is just after eight, and maybe she can get some alone time with Rick before she has to leave.

Forty minutes later Beth is sure her paper is done. She goes to the bathroom before finding Rick. She examines herself in the mirror, touching up her lip gloss and smoothing her hair back. Even though it's November she's still wearing a skirt, her boots are at the door and her socks come up her shins. She's also wearing a v-neck sweater and she pulls it down a bit to show more cleavage, she doesn't have much to start with, but Lori wasn't ample either so Beth figures Rick won't mind.

Rick's house seems big and forlorn, it's the same house he lived in with Lori and Carl but it's missing half the furniture and almost all the photos that had adorned the walls. She sees one picture of Carl posing in a soccer uniform and it looks several years old. It feels lonely. No wonder Rick has taken up drinking, Beth thinks as she makes her way to the family room where Rick is watching sports center.

"You done with the paper?" Rick asks as she sits beside him on the couch. He's more relaxed now, his glass is just half melted ice and Rick is far from drunk but in a friendlier mood.

"Yup. Thanks again for letting me come over." She smiles and adjusts her position so her skirt rides up. Rick shifts a bit, and Beth can feel him tensing up so she tries to distract him. "Broncos won again? Figures. Jimmy thinks he's the next Peyton Manning but we're 4-6. I doubt Peyton has ever had such a bad season."

"Jimmy almost had the last game until he threw that interception."

"Oh my god, right? Of course he blames the receiver and not himself. Ugh. So glad I'm not dating him anymore."

Rick is grinning, he's got laugh lines forming around his blue eyes and Beth's breath catches at the sight. She figures she isn't going to get a better chance than this. She leans forward, slowly as to not spook Rick, and presses her lips against his. Rick is still for a beat, rigid, but Beth persists, tongue sliding along Rick's bottom lip. And then he's moving. Suddenly Rick's got a hand in her hair and he's angling her head to his liking and then he's chasing her tongue back into her mouth.

Rick tastes like scotch and spices, she's not really a fan of alcohol but this is Rick. Rick is sliding his tongue against hers and it feels so good. But then he starts to pull away, "God, I'm sorry Beth. This is wrong."

"There's nothing wrong here, Rick, I'm eighteen."

"I'm old enough to be your dad, I'm friends with your dad."

"Please, you're in your thirties, my dad is seventy-two. There's no confusion here." Beth moves to straddle Rick's lap. Rick's pupils are wide and Beth can see how much he wants her.

"But Hershel—"

"Please, Rick. I want this. I'm tired of boys, I want a man and I want you." Her words work. Rick kisses her hard, almost desperate, and Beth starts unbuttoning Rick's flannel and running her fingers over his chest, marveling at his chest hair. Rick groans into her mouth and his hands are on her hips and sliding up underneath her sweater. Beth shivers at Rick's bold touch and presses herself closer to Rick.

All of his previous hesitation is gone as Rick quickly tugs her sweater over her head and begins to mouth her nipples through her bra. Beth gasps, Rick moves with a confidence she isn't used to. She's trying to keep up, hands struggling with his belt buckle while Rick successfully unhooks her bra at the same time he's swirling a nipple with his tongue. Her head is spinning, drunk on pleasure and how successful her plan is going, and then Rick is moving again.

Beth finds herself on her back, skirt pushed up and panties dragged down as Rick's mouth moves over her pressing kisses into her skin. Rick's stubble scrapes at her inner thighs and it's just as delicious as she imagined. And then Rick's mouth is on her, moving with sureness that Jimmy and Zach never had. He's relentless, teasing her clit and her entrance with his tongue and Beth doesn't take long under the pleasurable onslaught and comes with a loud cry.

She's trying to catch her breath as Rick kisses his way back up her body, lingering again on both breasts before finally reaching her mouth. She kisses Rick, tasting herself mixed with scotch on his lips, and it's thrilling. "Rick, fuck me. Please," she whispers breathlessly against his lips.

"Fuck, Beth, want to so bad. For so damn long. But I don't have any condoms," Rick groans.

Beth's heart sinks even as Rick admits he's wanted her for a while. She doesn't have any condoms either. What kind of seduction plan is that? But Beth doesn't keep condoms in her room or in any of her purses, she has a good girl image to maintain with her family and Jimmy and Zach were teenage boys, horny 24/7 with never ending condom supplies.

"I don't either," She's tempted to tell him to just do it anyways, but she can just see Maggie's furious face in her mind and she pouts instead. She should have taken Maggie up on her offer to help her get a pill prescription without their parents knowing but Beth, at the time, had thought it too risky.

"It's fine. Shit. We shouldn't be doing this anyway." Rick pulls away and sits back on his knees.

"No!" Beth wants this to happen again and again. Once isn't enough. She's not satisfied. Well, she is but she's not done with Rick Grimes.

Since Rick is already sitting on his knees and Beth quickly sits up and pushes him to lie on his back on the couch. His jeans are unbuttoned to relieve the pressure and Beth's fingers are encircling him before he can protest. She's not a fan of blow jobs, she's only done it a few times, but she wants to keep Rick and thinks in order to keep him wanting her she has to make this amazing for him.

She sinks down on him slowly, trying to remember what other boys liked, and she's bopping her head on a few inches with a bit of suction and Rick's hands are in her hair but he's restraining himself from thrusting and Beth is grateful.

It doesn't take long for Rick to come, he tries to pull her off but she renews her vigor and swallows as he comes. It's gross. She's never swallowed before.

She sits up and then Rick is tugging her to his mouth and he's devouring her. They lay for a long time, exchanging deep kisses until Beth's phone beeps and she realizes its nine forty-five. Her phone has a text from Tara, and Beth is thankful her friend interrupted them.

"Rick, can we do this again?" She asks as she sits up and grabs her sweater and bra off the ground. Rick's cell is on the coffee table and Beth grabs it to input her cell number. He already has it and Beth smiles in triumph. She, of course, already has Rick's number. It's an emergency number her mother made sure she had when she first got her cell when she turned sixteen.

"Beth, this was a terrible idea, I don't know…"

"Please? Rick?" Beth's eyes are wide as she begs prettily.

"Shit. I don't know. Maybe. Yes. God, I'm going to hell." Beth kisses him again before finally standing to straighten her clothes. Her skirt is wrinkled but it'll be fine.

"You're not going to hell, Officer Grimes. I'll see you soon. Maybe after the game this Friday? I usually hang out with the girls after a game, no one will suspect a thing." Rick nods his acquiesce and soon Beth is grabbing her lap top and messenger bag and Rick presses one last desperate kiss on her before she slips out the door.

AN: This story will not be nearly as long as Breath of Life, it's mostly written out already and I'm going to try to update weekly :) So enjoy the ride!

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