A/N: So the length isnt quite up to par to where I want it to be. But there is some def. Meth interaction in here for you. So let me know what you think. Read and Review- it makes my day.


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Beth usually found herself watching the people at the diner as she waited for their food to be done in the kitchen. She people watched- which she found a lot of people her age didnt. She noticed small unimportant things like how Rick took his coffee and what Dale put on his bagel. There was nothing new to notice though- most of the people who came here were regulars eating the same thing in their same ways and Beth found herself rather bored.

The clock on the wall seemed to drag, each tick of the hand seemingly pulling a hypothetical ball and chain- and Beth found herself staring at the bar across the street eagerly looking for a motorcycle.

For now, just viewing the man was enough. It was completely healthy. It was normal. She tried to coach herself. It was normal to be drawn to broken people who save you from being molested in a diner. Completely normal. She chewed on her lips absently.

"Kevin?" She called into the back. "Im taking my fifteen okay?"

She found herself stepping out and opening her cellphone as she stared at the bar across the street- casually putting in Jimmys phone number. He answered on the second ring.

"Hey babe. Hows work going?"

"Boring." She replied softly, her eyes trained on the illuminated lights. How was it possible that she had absolutely nothing to say to her boyfriend? Was there anything she didnt know? Anything she wanted to know? She was surprised to find that the answer was honestly no. "Just thought Id give you a call and see what you were up too."

"Just got off of work." he replied without missing a beat. "between your parents and mine they are going to run me ragged."

She stiffled a laugh before she noticed a very familiar truck pulling up across the street. "Oh Jimmy- I have to go. Kevin's signaling me back in."

"Alright, talk to you later."

She mumbles a good bye before hanging up and jamming her phone into her pocket as she watches the two Dixon brothers exit Daryl's truck. Her heart literally jams itself into its throat as she watches him get out. She wishes she had a word for what she was feeling right now, staring at his strong arms and sharp jaw. He had a way about him that lit up the entire area he was in, with careful consideration she decided the ache she felt was yearning.

It wasnt exactly planned her next move, and maybe if the ache had been a little more subtle- or her heart a little less wild, she would have considered how much of a catastrophe her plan could be.

X

"Dont stain my good dress." Felicia mumbles as she ties her wild red hair up into a ponytail. "I cant believe youre really going to make me cover your shift so you can fool around with Jimmy."

The lie spoken so blatantly makes Beth shudder as she studies herself in the bathroom mirror. "What do you think?" Beth says quietly to her friend. "Do I look older?"

Felicia pauses, as she studies Beth's reflection. The dress was a simple black cocktail dress pushing up and exposing Beths cleavage as the rest of the dress hugged her simple curves. It was elegant, and it did give her an air of maturity.

"Yes." Felicia says with a pause. "You look very beautiful." She pauses for a moment before running a hand through Beths soft blonde hair before persing her lips and handing her the black strap on heels. "Stupid dress looks better on you."

X

Beths heart was pounding so hard as she crossed the street to the bar. She had to pay attention to the lie she told Felicia- the lie she'd probably have to tell to get in- and the possibility of everything going horribly horribly wrong. The simplicity was- she had to see him. The risks were high but the risks were worth it.

She wanted Merle Dixon to see her as a woman- not as a little kid. If only for a night. She was almost positive if he could want her a fraction of what she wanted him she would be satisfied. She would be able to move forward with her life- with Jimmy, with whatever she wanted. She just needed to get this out of her system first.

So she slinked through the front door unnoticed. The bar was jammed pack with older men, a handful of older woman scattered through out- all dressed rather loosely, her mother would have said. Their breasts bulged from their shirts, half of them had their mid-drifts exposed, and shorts that literally left the majority of their ass hanging out. Not only did Beth look semi- out of place- but she was beginning to feel as if she didnt measure up.

That was not a feeling she very much cared to endure, and their was Merle- armed wrapped around some blonde ogling her breasts as he downed another beer.

"I cant do this." she mumbled to herself. "stupid." she cursed again as her feet took her forwards til she was standing directly in front of them- her hands unknown to her clenched into fists at her side.

He noticed her immediately his eyes darting from the woman at his side into her heated blue ones. His arm slowly came down to a droop as gruffly excused himself from sugar tits and slid off the bar stool to stand in front of her.

"Wha' ya doin 'ere angel?" He said leaning down to the shell of her ear. She felt herself tremble against his warmth and an unfamiliar heat pour into her gut.

"Same as you." she said softly, putting on what she hoped was a brave face. "Are ya gonna buy me a drink or is that above you?"

He smirked slightly gently taking his thumb and forefinger and tilting her chin up towards him. "Ya look a little young for drinking."

It took her a moment to hear him over the noise of the bar and the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. All she could feel was his callouses against her chin and all she could see was that his eyes were the prettiest shade of blue shes ever seen.

"Legal." she hummed and she hoped the influence of alcohol made him believe so, after all, he hadnt seemed to remember her from the park or from the diner. She had been just another one of the faceless people he didnt give two shits about. But that was going to change. It had too.

He paused a small smirk spreading against his features. "'lright baby doll- whatcha havin then? Or how bout a taste a ole' Merle?"

Her inexperience in relationships made her shy and she found herself shifting away from him n only the slightest. She hardly considered herself a flirt, and had already put her best foot forward there. But here he was offering her a taste of him- she wasnt even sure what that meant- all she knew was that she wanted it.

She lay her hand softly in the middle of his chest, big blue eyes staring up at him, her face slightly red and yet somehow confident all the same.

"I would love a taste of you."

She barely got out the you before his mouth clamped down onto hers. It took less than ten seconds for Merle Dixon to maneuver the two of them against the back wall. His left hand propped itself against the wall to hold his weight off of her and his right rested on her side right under her breast.

It was happening so fast she couldnt help but writhe under him, it was everything she wanted and everything she feared to obtain. She could feel him smirk against her lips as he gently slid his tongue between her lips and stole her breath.

"Ya got a name sugar?" Merle said pulling back just enough to look into her blue eyes- his forehead bumping hers so intamatly Beth saw sparks flash through the bar.

"Beth." Its not until she watches his brow furrow does it occur to her that she should have used another name. Her doubts are quenched when he places his warm intoxicating mouth back to hers.

Beth has been kissed before- a handful of times actually. But none of them were nearly this skilled, certainly not Jimmy's timid inexperienced tongue (not that she was much better, but Merle wasnt seeming to have any complaints.) Merle's kiss was like lightning, swift, fast, and intense. She didnt even mind the taste of alcohol that briefly crossed her taste buds. Somehow, it just completed the experience with Merle.

His hands gently cupped her breast through the dress, a hand grazing her left nipple to a point, and she literally hissed at the contact- turning wide frightened yet lustful eyes in his direction. He seemed to pick up the nervousness slowing the contact down to a slow roll.

"Ya not been with two many good men, have ya darlin? Yas in for a real treat. Ya wanna go for a ride let me go and find Darylena and.."

The mention of Daryl sent the heat from her groin straight into oblivion. Daryl would recognize her, unless he was drunk and then shed have to drive...Her mind went rapid as Merle maneuvered through the crowd with ease and out of her sight.

She knew she had to run, her flight instincts were at their prime and she could hardly breathe. She couldnt bare to not have another taste of him- there was no getting Merle Dixon out of her system. She wanted him in the fullest extent possible and she was fine with that. If nothing else- she had to find a way to bed the man.

That resolve disappeared when Daryl approached them completely sober.


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