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Dammit, Merle had to pee. He tried to roll over in his sleeping bag then realized that something was draped over him. He squinted in the sunlight and saw Beth, in all her naked glory half on top of him , her arm draped over his middle. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He managed to extricate himself from her and walked into the woods to relieve himself. He rubbed his eyes as he pulled himself out of his shorts. Laying one hand against the tree, he went about his business. He had just pushed himself back in when he heard her scream. His blood went cold as he took off toward the tent. He grabbed his gun from the front seat of the truck and flung open the tent flap.

He saw her huddled in the corner of the tent, curled up into herself. "What the fuck ya screamin for?"

She peeked out and pointed towards the sleeping bag that was now on the other side of the tent. "Snake."

Merle grabbed a stick and opened the sleeping bag. Out slithered a little garter snake. Merle laughed as the damn thing curled itself right around the stick he was holding. He tossed the stick and snake out the flap and turned to face her.

He shouldnt have done that. She sat there, not a stitch on, knees up, legs spread, peeking through her fingers. He swore under his breath. "Dammit."

He sat down quick, trying to hide his erection. Beth crawled over to him and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for that Merle. I hate snakes."

"No problem. Was just a bitty baby. Wont hurt ya."

She sighed and looped her arms around his neck for another kiss. When he turned away slightly and blushed, she turned his cheek to face her. "Getting shy now Merle? What's wrong?"

He placed his hands in his lap and Beth smiled. "Oh Merle, forget what we did last night? I didn't, but if you are so embarrassed, let me get the sleeping bag for ya."

She turned and got up on all fours, slowly crawling across the tent, her ass swaying as she went.

"Fuck. Yer daddy's gonna kill me."

Beth laughed. "Really want to talk about my daddy right now Merle?"

"Fuck no."

"Good." She pulled the sleeping bag over towards him. When she went to hand it to him, she jerked her arm away and threw it out through the tent opening, pulling the zipper back down, shutting them in.

"Dammit little girl!"

Suddenly she was straddling his lap, her knees on the outside of his criss crossed legs. She brought herself to full height on her knees, her tits right in Merles face. He growled at the fight going on inside him. He wanted her, right now, but he didn't want her to think he just wanted to fuck her. He wanted all of her.

She thrust her chest out. "I'm sorry Merle, did you call me 'little girl'?"

He groaned as one nipple came in contact with his face. He resisted the urge to open his mouth and nibble on it.

Beth smirked at his moan. She knew what she was doing to him, and she enjoyed it. She had wanted Merle for so long. Hell, she loved the man. If she could entice hm, so much the better.

She reached down into his shorts and grasped him in her hand. Merles eyes went wide and he pushed his legs out straight in front of him. She chuckled as she continued to move her hand up and down his shaft slowly. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Take them off Merle. Now!"

Merle growled and slid his shorts down his thighs, tossing them into the corner. She hummed and sat on his lap, her own arousal obvious from the wetness Merle felt. She grasped him and teased him along her wet slit. He went to grab for her shoulders to put her on her back when she shook her head. She got off his lap and knelt in front of him, lowering her mouth between his legs.

"Shit," Merle thought. "I'm goin ta hell, and I don't fuckin care."

She placed her hand at the bottom of his shaft and swirled her tongue around the tip, pausing to suck at the precum that had gathered. Merle hissed trying to hold back the urge to buck up into her mouth. She chuckled at him and winked, immediately pushing her mouth down ont his cock, deep throating him until he hit the back of her throat. He couldn't help it any more. He put his hand on the back of her head and bucked up into her mouth even further. Beth lifted her ass into the air and hummed around his shaft. As she bobbed up and down his cock, he reached between them and began to pinch at her nipples, earning him a moan that made his balls vibrate. Shit. She had ta stop of he was gonna lose it. He bucked up into her mouth one more time and pulled her up to face him, kissing her deeply, animalistically. She bit into his lower lip a bit, bringing a growl from him.

"Whats wrong Merle?"

"Nothin sugar. Just don't want it ta be over that quick darlin."

She smiled at him nipping at his lower lip and began writhing in his lap. "Know what I want Merle?"

He traced his tongue along her collarbone and to her left breast. He began suckling on the nipple, causing her breath to come in pants. "I want you to mount me, mark me, make me yours." She crawled off his lap and got onto all fours opening herself to him. He looked around for his bag. Fuck! He left it in the truck. She seemed to sense his disappointment. "I'm on the pill Merle, please I need to feel you inside of me."

His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared at the sight before him. He felt like an animal, ready to take its mate. He knelt behind her and gripped her hips hard. He entered her in one hard thrust, and a primal scream came from her mouth. He pushed into her again, growling at the sheer animal nature of it. Her hair was splayed out on her back and he just couldn't help himself. He wrapped it around his hand and tugged her head back gently. Her breath caught in her throat and she moaned "harder."

Merle used her hair as leverage as he continued to pound into her. He felt her muscles begin to shake and he knew she was close. He gripped her hair and pulled her up, her back against his chest. He brought his other hand to her nipple, pinching as hard as he could without actually hurting her. He felt her tense and her muscles clenched around him as she screamed his name, her wetness and heat pulsing around his cock. He came inside of her with a roar, collapsing onto his back, pulling her with lay there, splayed out on top of him as they both panted from the exertion.

As they found their breath, she looked up at him through her hair and blushed. "I love you Merle." When he didn't immediately respond, She backtracked a bit. "You don't have to say it. I just wanted you to know. You have no obligation to me."

Merle grew serious and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Girl yer gonna be the death of me yet. I fuckin love ya so much it scares the shit outta me."

Carol and Daryl got back to the Green house just before noon that day. They had stopped at a diner in town to have breakfast, but Carol knew that Herschel would be worried if she didn't get back soon. Carol sat in the car, her fingers running over the delicate Cherokee Rose that Daryl had picked for her on the edge of Merles property. He had told her it was the most beautiful flower he had ever seen, and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Carol blushed at the thought.

They pulled up to the farm to find Glenn pacing back and forth on the porch, mumbling to himself. Carol felt every nerve in her body freeze. Glenn looked so nervous. What if something happened with Maggie, or Herschel, or Beth. She and Daryl walked to the porch, Glenn stopping in his tracks when he saw them.

"Oh, hey guys. You two alright?"

Daryl nodded and Carol blushed. "Yeah, just got a flat, spent the night over at Merles. Something wrong Glenn?"

The young man had started to pace again, going over something in his head. "Huh, no sheriff, nothings wrong."

All of a sudden Carol squealed, putting her hand to her mouth, grinning like a school girl.

Daryl gaped at her. "Hells going on?"

"Oh my God, Glenn are you gonna propose to Maggie?"

Glenn stopped, all of the color draining from his face.

Daryl took pity on him, poor kid looked like he was gonna pass out. Daryl grabbed him by the arm and led him to the rocker.

"Shit Glenn, calm down. What are you so nervous for? You know she's gonna say yes."

Glenn nodded mutely. "Yeah, she will, but I have to ask Herschel first. After what happened to Maggie, he should hate me."

Daryl shook his head, "None of that was your fault man. She loves you and you are a good man. Don't worry so much. He'll say yes."

Carol chimed in. "Glenn, does Herschel know you are out here?"

"Um, no, I was waiting-"

Carol called through the living room door. "Herschel, Glenn's here to see you."

Herschel stepped out onto the porch, chuckling as he saw Glenn's face, white as a sheet.

"Well Carol, glad you're back. Got two families booked for next week, three nights each. Think you are ready for this?"

Carol beamed. "Really? I am so ready Herschel." She grabbed Daryls hand and pulled him off the porch. "Daryl's gonna go into town with me, pick up some supplies."

Herschel waved as she pulled Daryl towards the car a panicked look on the sheriffs face.

Herschel turned towards Glenn who still hadn't said a word.

"Well now Glenn, something you needed to talk to me about?"