Hey there, I'm back. Sorry to all of you for the loooong break. I was headed to another con for some more amazing Rooker fun. This one was tough for me to write. And YES it is M rated...so please skip along if you don't like that type of thing...you wont be missing much plot. I promise...from now on updates will be quicker. But please...let me know its worth my while...read and review !

SORE MUSCELS

He still hadn't touched his supper when Beth came by. She stood outside his cell and knocked gently on the bars before slipping in quietly.

"Carol said you weren't feeling well," she said quietly, her eyes on his untouched food, sitting on the desk across from him.

"Woman's gotta mouth on her." He answered gruffly, His fingers messing idly with the blade on the end of his apparatus.

"She's just worried," Beth shrugged, "said your arm's hurtin'….and your side…"

"Aint nuthin." He said keeping his eyes on the blade. He wasn't used to this type of bullshit. This checkin up on one another. This level of caring, had never existed for him.

Beth approached the bed and sat gingerly besides him, her legs tucked in underneath. "You ought to take your…prosthetic off," she offered shyly, "give your arm a chance to…breath."

"That so?" he asked raising his eyebrow up at her.

"Yeah," she smiled, "it is…and besides…I thought I could…take a look at it and maybe…"

He took the bit and ran; playin games with her, getting her all red and flustered was just too damned fun. "Ya thought you could maybe what?" he asked.

Beth turned bright red, she knew she shouldn't have listened to Carol; she brought one hand up to cover her face and raised the other with a bottle of lotion in it. "Carol thought this might make your arm feel better." She said shyly.

Merle laughed and shook his head. Who woulda thought his brothers woman woulda enjoyed playin match maker. He brought his hand to the straps and started undoing them. Fuck, there was nuthin he'd like more than a full body rub down from this angel…complete with a happy ending… "She did, did she?" he smirked, "and what do you think?"

Beth lowered her hand and bit her bottom lip. She took him in. All of him. He looked so tired, and haggard today, his beautiful blue eyes lacked the cold hard edge they usually had. His face was lined, and his broad muscular shoulders sagged. There was nothing she wanted more than to make him feel better.

"I think I'd like to try." She said with a small smile.

Merle swallowed hard and raised his eyes to her; he pulled his prosthetic off and laid it on the ground besides his bunk. "Knock yerself out sugar." He said with a wolfish smile and a nod.

Beth shut her eyes and shook her head slowly for a minute. She was shy, but she knew she had to overcome it. She wanted this man. She loved him, or at least she thought she did. And as out of her element as she was, there was nothing she wanted more right now, than to have a reason to touch him. A reason to have her hands all over him that would not get her in over her head. "Ok," she said nodding briskly and opening her eyes, "shirt off, and boots."

Now this is what he wanted, little angel was gonna finally get her hands on him, "What about my pants, sugar?" he asked with a wink.

"Pants on!" she snapped quickly. The thought of him in his boxers, the way he felt presed up against her, she felt her face catching on fire.

"I'll keep em on," he whispered, as he leaned forward and brushed his mouth against her ear, "till ya tell me otherwise…." He toed off his boots and socks, tucking them inside and out of the way, and he slowly shucked his shirt off over his head. He watched with a wry grin as Beth's eyes raked up and over his chest. He was solid, built like a tank, and had muscle stacked over muscle…wasn't a woman around didn't appreciate the looks of a man built like him.

"See anythin' ya like?" he asked with a smirk.

Beth couldn't pull her eyes off him, she'd been in bed with him without a shirt, but she'd never seen him like this…so close…lights on…she swallowed hard. "I like all of it." She said, almost in a trance, her eyes glued to his chest. "Now uh….lay down."

Merle nodded quietly and laid down, trying to keep his face from wincing as he lowered himself gingerly onto the mattress. She was gonna work him over, he couldn't believe it. He was gonna have to pay his brother's woman back. Give that dumb ass brother of his a kick in her direction like she just done for him.

"Let's start here," Beth said more to herself than to him, she squeezed some lotion on her hands and rubbed them together before bringing them to the shoulder of his "bad' arm. Slowly she rubbed her fingers in a slow circular motion, pressing down deeply and rubbing out the kinks.

"Hmmm," Merle groaned lightly and set his eyes on her. Fuck, the way she was working on him, her lip caught between her teeth, her eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, she was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. And her fingers on his sore shoulder felt somethin wonderful.

Beth smiled and worked her hands over shoulder, and all the way down to his bicep, pausing only on occasion to add more lotion, she concentrated and worked her fingers into his muscles, soothing and relieving every knot and kink she found. She worked her hand down the length of his arm, and paused slightly before she reached his stump, it was red and irritated.

Merle's eyes snapped open, "ya aint gotta…"

"shhhh," Beth shushed, "I don't have to do any of this…." she whispered, "I want to."

She added more lotion to her hands and ran her fingers over the angry marred flesh, "You have to wrap this Merle," she said gently, "your arm's not used to being squeezed in there all day." She said softly, as her fingers gently massaged his stumped arm. The scarred skin felt rough and smooth at the same time, and the muscles between her fingers were knotted and bunched up tightly. "Let me work some of these kinks out," she whispered as her fingers worked in tiny prodding circles along his thick forearm.

Merle closed his eyes and nodded, felt so fucking good to have someone touch him like that. Hadn't had a gentle hand on him in lord knows how long. Specially not on that arm.

"How's your other arm?" she asked as she set his stumped arm down beside him.

"Aint nuthin on me wouldn't feel better with a bit o' that." He answered opening his eyes to look at her face.

She regarded him for a minute, her hands resting on her lap. She liked that she could make him feel like that; Liked that some of those lines on his face had faded down a bit and that his eyes had shut gently down. She rubbed some more lotion in her hands and reached across to his other shoulder, her fingers digging in and working in a soft and circular motion like she had on the other arm.

"Mmmm," he moaned, "feels good sugar, sure ya don't wanna climb up on top?" he asked lazily, "give ya better reach on me."

"I can reach just fine." She answered softly, working her fingers down the length of his arm to his bulging bicep. And pausing there to massage a gentle rhythm into his muscle. "You like that?" she asked shyly.

"Baby I love it," he answered all slow and southern drawly, his voice dropping about two octaves and settling in his chest. He was lovin every minute of her rubbin him down, and he was startin to feel all sorts of relaxed.

"Good," Beth answered as she worked her way down his arm until her fingers wrapped around his thick wrist. She rubbed at the bones for a minute, marveling at their thickness, marveling at the fact that he had actually sawed through those bones. She cringed at the thought. Horrified that anyone, especially this man, would have had to endure pain like that.

She worked her way down to his hand, and she rubbed her thumb in between every one of his knuckles. His fingers were long and thick, and she spent a good amount of time massaging each and every one, then moved her thumb down to the inside of his palm and rubbed soft gentle circles deep into it before threading her fingers through his.

"Feel better?" she asked, leaning over him, her blonde hair flipped over her shoulder, and her light blue eyes looking down at him.

Merle raised an eyebrow and opened up one eye, "That it?" he rasped out, "Darlin there's all sorts of parts that need some of that lovin'…"

Beth looked down at him, his blue eyes lazy and lidded, with fading bruises still underneath, the heavy lines etched deeply along their sides. She wanted him so much, wanted to be with him, be his….but she didn't even know where to begin…he had such an upper hand, his experience was overpowering, engulfing… it took over everything and every aspect…it paralyzed her. Slowly she reached her hand out and laid it on his chest.

"Ya like that huh?" he asked, and his other eye opened up and fixed on hers. He knew she loved his chest, and he couldn't help but smirk at the look of wonder on her face.

Beth swallowed hard and nodded, she had never touched a man there. Her fingers trailed gently across the center of his chest, over the sparsely covered hair, and rested right above his heart. Her palm spread out and pressed gently, feeling the gentle thudding beneath it.

"Y'aint gotta be so careful with me sugar….ya can touch all ya want."

Beth nodded and her fingers trailed down lower, the tips barely skimming him as they rode over his heavily muscled stomach and lingered momentarily over his belly button. She trailed a tiny bit lower, her fingers finding the happy trail of sparse lightly curling hair that led towards his belt.

Her hand paused, and her eyes settled on the thick hardness growing in his pants. She couldn't do it. She just knew she couldn't. She raised her hand for a minute and then rested it down firm and heavy across his chest.

Here he'd been, expectin a rub down, maybe even a hand job. Christ, woulda been nice. Girl hadn't even ventured south of his equator since they'd started messin around. But he knew what the feel of that hand meant, layin solid and still across his chest. Girl had chickened out just inches from his cock. He let out his breath in one big puff.

"I'm sorry." Beth said her voice barely above a whisper.

"Christ," he opened his eyes and pulled himself up to sitting beside her. Girl looked miserable, all curled up against herself. "Y'aint gotta be sorry." He said gruffly, despite the fact that he was dead certain he was gonna get blue balled again.

"I am…I just…." She was so dammed embarrassed she could barely look at him, "please don't be pissed."

"Aint pissed, Jesus…'course I aint pissed…." He scrubbed a hand over his face, what the hell kinda man did she think he was. "Horny as hell," he mumbled, "but that's a different story."

Beth nodded in understanding, that was it, she was once again what she'd always been when it came to boys, what she'd always been called anyways, "a tease", and even the dead rising hadn't changed that fact about her. "I'm gonna go." She muttered, standing up quickly.

"Hey, hey, hey," he rasped, reaching out and grabbing her by the arm. "Aint no one said a thing about ya leavin'…" slowly he tugged her back towards him, and spread his legs so she was standing between. He knew she'd be shy…knew it would take him a while to work her over….was suprisin himself with the amount of patience he had in fact. But hell, sweet lil thing like that….never been touched, hell, even a dumb ol' fuck like him knew she'd be worth the wait.

"Now just cause ya aint ready ta plays with my cock," he whispered, "don't mean we still can't have ourselves some fun."

Beth blushed furiously; she'd never been with anyone who laid it out so plainly. And somehow, hearing those words come out of his mouth, all, hot and drawly and so dirty and rough made her almost gasp with desire. He was pure, unfiltered man. "Merle…." She started.

"Merle what?" he answered, tiltin' his head up so he could look at her. He gave her a tug and brought her even closer, his hand rising up to lift the edge of her tank top up so he could rub his chin up against the smooth milky plains of her stomach. "Just cause you aint ready to touch, don't mean I aint."

Beth froze; her hand rose up almost of its own volition and worked its way into his soft curling hair. She felt herself start to come undone. His rough scruff rubbing along her stomach followed by his lips and maybe even…his tongue. "I just don't want…." She started; she didn't even know what she didn't want, because to be truthful, right now she wanted anything he had to offer.

"I know, I know," he mumbled against her stomach sending up a trail of goose bumps, "Ya don't wanna fuck…and ya want me ta keep my dick in my pants…." His hand slid up her side and reached under to cup one of her breasts, "don't mean I can't play a little, right sugar?"

Beth opened her mouth and closed it; the only thing that seemed to come out was a soft whimpering moan. She couldn't even form words.

"Sounds like a yes to me sugar," he smiled, as his hand trailed up her breast and skimmed over her nipple.

Beth gasped, and her fingers worked deeper into his hair, and her other hand found its way down to his shoulder.

"Merle," she started, nervous, "I…."

"Hmmmm," he nuzzled his face into her belly again, and ran a string of kisses along it, as his hand skimmed across the bottom of her breasts, "What sugar ?"

"I …uh" she was squirming, she felt like her skin was on fire everywhere he touched.

"You what baby," he asked into the soft skin of her waist, his beard rubbing up to tickle her, "Ya wanna get more comfortable?" He pulled his head up and leaned back to look at her, his hand coming out from under her shirt to tug on the tie of her sweats, "Ya wanna get yerself outta these ?"

Her eyes were wide and pale and fixed on his, out of her sweats? Did she want that? Wouldn't that mean that they were gonna…do it? She tensed up, as his fingers undid the string and started to work their way into the side of her pants.

"Aint gotta be nervous," he said, his tongue came out quickly to trace the length of her stomach. "Aint gonna try an fuck ya…."

"Merle!" she gasped, reaching out to grasp at the tie. She was mortified. Her legs clenched together, and she tried to take a step back.

"Hehehe," Merle chuckled, he was on a roll now, so pumped up and horny as hell, he didn't even know if he could stop himself. "Ya think I don't know what I do to ya sugar…." He continued standing up and taking a step towards her, until he was pushed up just against her. "Ya think ya aint doin' the same to me…" he bucked his hips lightly into hers and let her feel his hardness up against her side.

His fingers came over hers and gently pulled her hand off the tie, raising it to his lips, he kissed her fingers gently then his hand dropped and tugged at the tie that held her pants up. With one swift tug, and a shuck along the sides the oversized sweats dropped in a pool at her feet.

Merle ran his hand down her side and rested it on her hip before taking a step back. His eyes raked over her body, "looky, looky here," he whispered, with a small smile tugging at the side of his face, "aint ya just the finest thing on two legs."

Girl was gorgeous, white milky skin, long smooth legs, and a tight perky ass he just couldn't wait to grab a hold of.

Beth shut her eyes and let her arms wrap around his neck. She didn't even know how she got into the bed, she vaguely remembered, her tank top being pulled off, one handed by Merle and tossed across the room, as his scratchy chin ran down her chest to her nipple. And she could barely believe that she'd had her hands sliding down his bare chest and tugging at the buckle of his belt, but at that moment, with his tongue in her mouth, and his hand running over her breasts, getting his pants off had seemed like the most important thing on earth.

She remembered grinding, raising her hips up to meet him, hot and hard and ready, pressing into her core again and again, separated only by his boxers and her undies. She remembered him poised up above her, and she felt his hand work its way slowly up and down along her inner thigh, his fingers barely skimming over her flesh. And before she even knew it, before she even had the chance to wrap her mind around what was happening in her lust filled brain, his fingers slid right into her panties and started stroking at her core.

"Merle!" she moaned out, in a voice she hardly recognized as her own…her body was heaving. She felt so hot, and wet, and needy….she didn't know anything other than she needed him right then.

"Shhhh sugars…hush," he whispered pulling his mouth off her nipple and moving it up to cover hers. His fingers sliding up and down along her wet folds, his thick hardness grinding up against her hip, and his tongue working her mouth over till she could barely breath.

"Just relax," he whispered, before his finger slid just inside of her, and her breath caught in her throat.

Merle moaned into her mouth. Christ almighty, her breathing and panting, all that goddamn grinding and now her pussy…so wet and tight….fuck all she was so damn ready. All he had to do was pull them panties aside, get himself outta them boxers and he could be in her. She wouldn't never fight him, girl had her legs wrapped around him, and her fingers were grippin onto him so tight, he knew she'd be breakin the skin any minute.

But hell he didn't have no rubbers, and he'd told her he wasn't gonna push to fuck till she was ready. Fuck almighty if he didn't set her off right now, he was gonna come in his pants like a damn boy.

"Come on baby," he whispered, pumping his finger in slowly, his thumb reaching out to work her steadily.

Beth was gasping, he was everywhere above her, around her…inside her. All the same steady rhythm… the hot grind of his hardness against her leg, his tongue on her mouth and her neck and her nipple and his fingers, in and out. And suddenly, she was gone…she felt her eyes roll back and her breath catch hard and her hand reached out to grab him as a loud steady cry escaped her lips.

"Hush," he said pulling her up tight against his chest to smother her cries. Didn't know the girl would come so damn hard…she'd almost gone out cold in his arms. Her eyes half shut and vacant, her breathing all but stopped. "Come on," he said as he ran his fingers up and down her bare back, feeling the goose bumps rise up in their wake, "ya gotta breathe baby…come on."