Sorry it's taken me so long to update.This chapter includes some METH lovin, so don't read if you don't like the pairing.

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Carol stood on the wraparound porch, a warm shawl draped over her shoulders as she said goodbye to the guests. As the last of the taillights dimmed, she debated going back into the house. Sighing and rubbing at the knots in her neck, she gave in to her body and sank into one of the rockers. Still in her dress, shawl pulled tightly around her, she propped one heeled foot on the railing and began rocking. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the cool breeze that had begun to blow just after 1am. She couldn't remember when she had so much fun in her life. Everything had gone smoothly after the tux fiasco. There had been plenty of food and drink and no shortage of dancing. She chuckled to herself. Hell, even Merle, after quite a few drinks of course, had gone out of his comfort zone and pulled out some Saturday Night Fever-esque moves. She remembered glancing over at Daryl who had his head in his hands laughing, as Merle danced to the Bee Gees.

But now, coming down off this high, she felt sadness. After they had gone back down to the party, she had basically ignored Daryl for the rest of the night. She tried to pretend like she was busy with the food or the little details of cleaning up, but he knew what she was doing and she could tell he was hurt. She didn't blame him. She rubbed her face with both hands, absently trying to rewind and take back what she had said to him. She sighed, giving up. He shouldn't have said it and she shouldn't have said it back. Especially in the heat of the moment. No one ever meant it during sex. It was just something you said in the euphoric moment. She rubbed her temple with one finger, willing the headache to go away. Who was she kidding? She meant it, she knew she did. She knew she was going to have to stop jerking him around, make up her mind. She just wanted to do what was best for him though. She just didn't know if she was good enough to be it.

Merle grunted with mock exertion as he lifted Beth into his arms and entered the honeymoon suite. She gave him a playful smack as she rolled her head into the crook of his neck. Her soft breath tickled his skin and he wasted no time laying her on the king size bed. He turned to take off his shoes, and threw his tan suit jacket on a chair in the corner. Turning his attention back to the bed he noticed her eyes were closed and there was a soft snoring noise coming from her mouth.

He chuckled, hands on his hips, staring down at his wife. He took off her shoes, throwing them into a far corner as her lifted her again and placed her under the covers. Shedding his own clothes, he climbed in beside her, turning off the lamp on the side table. He placed a kiss to her temple and wrapped one large arm around her middle, pulling her into him, molding her to his body. Laying his head on the pillow, he let out a sigh. Wasn't how he wanted to spend his wedding night, but being anywhere with her, holding her close to him, was pretty much heaven in his book.

It was pitch black in the room when she woke up, something heavy thrown across her body. She looked over at Merles face, sleeping and snoring like a bear. She shook her head and tried to gently take his arm from around her middle. She crept out from under his grasp and headed to the bathroom. When she came out again she realized she still had her wedding dress on. Shit! She hadn't intended to fall asleep, especially not tonight. Merle was probably wondering why the hell he had gotten married. He would regret it, she thought. Didn't most people say that sex stopped after marriage, now Merle would be saying the same thing. The covers on the bed were a mess and she could see that Merle had taken time to undress, now only wearing his boxers. A smile played on her lips as she stripped the wedding dress off and hung it up in the closet. She pulled the covers from the bed entirely and knelt next to Merle.

Reaching into his boxers she pulled him out, her small hand running over the smooth skin. Leaning down she took him into her mouth, a low moan coming from him, but his eyes didn't open. She continued swirling her tongue around the tip then putting him in her mouth as far as she could until he hit the back of her throat. At that moment, she felt him move and his strong hands gripped her hair.

"Dammit darling! Aint gonna last long if you do that much more."

She smiled around his cock and bobbed her head up and down slowly, taking him in as far as she could. She could tell he was close when his hips began to lift off the bed slightly, his impatience showing. He swore and sat up, pulling her mouth off of him, claiming it with his own. He gripped her hair tighter and she gasped at the slight pain, but she liked it. He pulled her head back, the long column of her neck now exposed to him. He moaned and nipped from her collarbone all the way to the sweet spot behind her ear. He heard her intake of breath when he got there, smirked at how he could make her feel. She gripped the back of his head now, lowering herself onto her back, his form looming above her. She opened her legs for him, her small hands trying to pull his hips forward, begging.

"Please Merle, now!" His large hands went to her knees pushing them as far apart as they would go. Lust in his eyes he looked down at her.

"Is that an invitation," he teased.

Her hands went to her own breasts pinching at her hardening nipples. She knew he loved it when she did that. Looking him in the eyes, she licked her lips. He bent his head down, taking one nipple into his mouth biting slightly, just enough to make her jump a bit. As she did, he pushed into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. Beth gasped, loving the feeling of fullness. No matter how many time she was with him, it always felt like this and she loved it. She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His hands reached under her and cupped her ass, lifting it, his cock hitting a whole new spot. Beth cried out, digging her nails into his arms as she came. Feeling her tighten around him, Merle tried to hold off, but it was no use. He tried to hold her hips still, but they were still moving, chasing her orgasm. He groaned her name as he slammed into her, emptying himself inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, being careful to keep his weight off of her though. Merle went to roll off to the side, but she held him there, kissing his mouth, long and deep. He rolled, but took her with him, their bodies entwined, never breaking contact. As they both began to drift off, she snuggled deeper into his embrace. She traced the ring he now wore on his left hand.

"I love you Merle."

He reached down and grabbed the blanket off the floor. Covering them both up, her turned her so her back was against his chest.

She could feel his breath on her ear as he nipped the lobe, "I love you too darlin'. More than you could ever know."

As they each came down from the high their breathing slowed and their eyes closed, Mr. and Mrs. Merle Dixon slept.

He watched her as she rocked on the porch, her eyes closed humming a tune to herself. She had stayed away from his at the wedding, he wasn't sure if it was on purpose or if she really was that busy. At first he had been angry, but he had gone into one of the unoccupied rooms and relieved himself of the pressure. He looked down at the green silk panties he held in his hands, her panties. They had given him his release, clutched in his fist working them along his cock until he came, her name gritted out through clenched teeth. He looked at the porch again. She looked so fragile, so innocent in the moonlight. Carol got up, pulling her shawl tightly around her. She went in the house closing the door behind her, probably sliding the deadbolt lock into place. He smirked at that. Tucking her panties into his back pocket he walked the path to where he left his car. Locks couldn't stop him. Soon, she'd find that out.