Short chapter...was longer, but I decided to change some shit in it and deleted the original chapter and started over. It is what it is.
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"You've got ta be shittin' me," he groused as she giggled beside him, the laptop sitting on her lap as they watched the screen. They had eaten their dinner and had even made themselves a bed on the living room floor and were now looking up more things on the Tantra Massage he had introduced into their lives. Shifting slightly and adjusting himself inside his boxers, he shook his head, turning up his nose to what the woman was doing to the man on the screen.
Patting his thigh lightly, Carol then reached for her bottle of water with her other hand and cocked a brow, "It's not like we have to do everything exactly like they are doing, Daryl. I'm sure we could...improvise."
Glancing at her, his eyes then went back to the screen and he rubbed the back of his neck, "Pulling a man's dick back ta his ass like that can't be fuckin' relaxin'." The woman on the screen had her partner laying on his stomach with his penis pulled back between his open legs and massaging him upwards. Reaching for his fourth beer, he breathed out, "Fuckin' shit's gotta hurt."
Pursing her lips, Carol leaned over to him, kissing his cheek and whispered, "You know I'm not going to do anything that will hurt you. Besides, we both agreed that if either of us saw the other getting uncomfortable with what was going on that we would stop. From what I'm seeing a lot is of this is about trust...well, love with trust."
"It is," he said softly, her hand still resting on his thigh. Picking it up in his, he broght her fingers to his lips, kissing her knuckles and sighing, "I do trust ya, woman."
A small smile formed and Carol leaned in, giving him a soft kiss and then resting her forehead against his, "And I trust you too." They stayed like that a little monger before separating and looking back at the screen. Licking her lips, Carol asked softly, "We still have some of that oil, right?"
"Yeah. A little. Need ta get some more."
Frowning, Carol then looked at him, "Think baby oil would work?"
Shrugging, he scooted down on the makeshift bed and then laid on his side so he could still watch, "I reckon. Want me ta go get it?"
"Bring both actually," she said, adjusting the laptop on her outstretched legs. He got up and returned a few minutes later with both the massage oil and the baby oil. When he set them down next to her, she glanced up as he pushed his boxers down and she smiled. Taking in his now nude appearance, her mouth watered for him.
Laying back down, Daryl noticed the lustful look in her eyes and smirked, tracing a finger down her arm, "See somethin' ya wantin'?"
Raising her brow, Carol tilted her head and sighed, "Maybe."
"Maybe, huh?" he replied, laying on his back, stretched out. Eyeing her a minute, he then smirked, "Don't know why ya want a kinky redneck bastard like me for."
Closing the laptop, Carol set it aside and then turned back, leaning over him, "I happen to love your kinky redneck self, that's why. Now, roll over and get comfortable for me. Gonna have to wing this being we don't have a massage table like in that video."
Daryl rolled over and pushed the pillows out of his way. Getting as comfortable as he could, he folded his arms and rested his head on them, "Just remember, go slow, keep ya hands oiled, and let yourself go with it too. You need ta be comfortable with it too, ya know."
Getting comfortable on her knees beside him, Carol poured some of the baby oil into her hand and then closed the cap. Starting at his lower back, she turned some, finding a better position for her to work from. Slowly, she slid her hands from his lower back up, spreading the oil on his scarred skin. Looking up, she saw he had closed his eyes, a content look riding his features.
Getting more oil, she softly whispered, "Let me know if I'm not doing it right."
Keeping his eyes closed, he kept still, "Ya doin' fine, woman."
Smiling, Carol let her hands travel over his skin, enjoying the time they could share together like this. Even though she was doing this for him, it seemed to relax her as well. Her mind seemed to shut out everything going on in the outside world, just leaving the moment they were in together. Moving down to his feet, she separated his legs, her knees resting on the blankets between his feet. Lifting his foot up, she let it rest against her chest and got more oil. Working it into the bottom of his foot, she let her eyes travel up his long muscular legs to his firm ass. Licking her lips, she couldn't wait until she was able to massage that ass of his. This was going to be a learning experience she would love.
Putting her shirts into an overnight bag, Beth then went back to the dresser and pulled out some undergarments and tossed them in with the rest of her clothes. She had told both Daryl and Carol that she wouldn't leave, but, after coming back into the house, she just couldn't see herself staying. She needed some time to think things over and so Merle could also. He had promised her he wouldn't ever go back onto the drugs, and he'd broken that promise to her.
Hearing him come to the door of their room, she glanced over at him as she zipped her bag closed. Picking it up, she walked to the door, but he blocked her way, "Please move."
Standing in the middle of the doorway, Merle crossed his arms over his chest, "Beth, we need ta talk 'bout this shit. Yeah, I screwed up. Ya know I'm always doin' that. Hell, ya know I fuck up shit at least a couple times a week."
"Merle...move...now," she replied, not in the mood to talk.
Moving out her way, he stood back in the hall and sighed, "I'll do what I have ta, Beth. Rehab...counselin'...whatever it takes, darlin. Let me prove ta ya I can do this."
Stopping, Beth turned around, tears in her eyes, "You promised me you'd never do drugs again, Merle. You swore to me you wouldn't. I thought I meant more to you then that crap?"
Taking a step towards her, Merle frowned, "Course ya do."
"Then why did you do it? Why? If I meant more to you then the meth then why did you do it?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.
Merle didn't even know the answer and rubbed his hand over his head, sighing heavily, "Fuck if I know. I screwed up...I wasn't thinkin'."
Not impressed with his answer, Beth shook her head, looking away from him and breathed out, "I saw a side of you tonight that I never...never want to see again, Merle. But for now, I think you need to figure out what you really want...and you need to figure out how to get it. Cause right now, you don't have me anymore. I won't be your punching bag...and I won't compete with your meth."
Taking the ring off her finger, she looked at it, her heart breaking and walked over to him. Slipping it into his shirt pocket, she looked up into his eyes, "I'll be at my dad's." Without another word, Beth turned and walked away from him slowly, leaving out.
Merle stood there in the hallway alone. Pulling the ring from his pocket, he turned, leaning against the wall and then sliding down it. Sitting on the floor, he starred at it, not sure how to win her back or even if he ever could again.
