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This chapter has adult content. What can I say Merle and Sam are frisky.
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Merle woke up to Sam kicking a leg and squeezing his t-shirt tightly. Rubbing her upper back he felt how sticky her skin was and the tremble in her body.
"Gotcha Sugar. Calm down." He rasped, his hand stroking her soft skin, goosebumps following his touch. The trembling quake though her body slowed and eventually disappeared. The tension dissolved and she nuzzled into his chest. Smirking at the girl curled around him, Merle felt good being able to help her like that. His touch alone soothing her, making everything all right. Merle had never had anyone to do that for but also would never have done it to begin with.
Sam was different though.
She was more than a girl he fucked.
Sometimes...
Sometimes he didn't even feel like he was fucking her. They did fuck but on many occasions… it was something more.
Something else...
So much more...
He had fucked a lot of women before but he'd had more firsts with Sam than anyone else. Kissing alone could stand for dozens of firsts. Like kissing while inside her. He barely even looked at the women he fucked before. Usually bent them over something, came and left.
Kissing her with no intention of fucking her at all. Just because he wanted to taste her, feel her. He'd never kissed in the rain or in a shower before. Never had chaste kisses on other places for no sexual reason. Kissing her forehead. Her cheek, hand and fucking hell her wrist! Kissing that thin pale skin above her palm made him harder than steel. He even did those innocent kisses when she wasn't even aware, just because. Kisses to her temple while she slept next to him.
Speaking of sleeping next to him. The closest thing he'd come to that in the past would be passing out dead drunk and high next to some barfly or hooker who was also passed out dead drunk and high. He'd never held a woman and slept. Fucking sure as hell never spooned a woman.
All these firsts rolled up became the strangest and greatest thing to ever happen to Merle. All caused by one tiny woman with big blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. She was his little spitfire who didn't put up with his shit but also let him get away with quite a bit. She didn't try to change him. Didn't demand he be someone else. She let Merle be Merle however crass and cranky he was. That didn't mean she let him get away with any bullshit though. Sam had a sharp tongue and would use it to put him in his place. Merle would have raged before but with Sam it felt right. Sharing the control. Turned him the fuck on to have a strong woman. A real partner not a ball and chain to drag along.
He let the phrase 'His woman.' rolling around his tongue. It sounded good from his mouth. Forming the words silently and quietly it felt right. It felt good. He bet if he introduced her as his girl he'd be rock hard with no shame. It was an intoxicating thought. Sam being his girl. Made him want her more. Want to be inside her and wrapped around her. Surrounding her inside and out.
His hands trailed up and down her body. The flickering images he'd saved in his dirty mind shuffling. Sam writhing in his lap. Sam on her knees, her lips wrapped tightly around him. Soft thighs circling his waist or thrown over his shoulders. Buried between her legs.
Squeezing her ass, he pulled her against him. Sam moaned when he stretched his arm down to touch her pussy from behind. His fingers dipping into her. The longer he stroked the wetter she got and the more she rolled her hips against him.
"I wake ya sugar?" He drawled his voice gravelly.
"Yes, so good..." She moaned as he slid his fingers inside her. Thrusting them as he bent his leg to rub between hers. His thigh rubbing her clit while his fingers pumped inside. Sam was moaning quietly, her hips rolling harder. Grinding against his leg and hand.
"So wet for me Sam." Merle rasped his tongue tracing her jaw. Sucking her ear lobe and groaning when her hand reached his hard on. They writhed against each other until Merle felt her tight walls flutter. He focused on her, blocking her hand movement out to bring her to orgasm and make last long. Pumping steadily he used his thick right forearm to push her down harder against his thigh.
"Fuck fuck Merle goddddddd." She groaned her mouth clamping on his shoulder while her body spasmed against him. Her tight walls becoming almost impossibly tight.
"That's it sugar." He said hoarsely. His cock throbbing at the feeling of make her cum.
Also a first. Actually giving a shit about someone else's pleasure. Getting her off was at times even better than get off himself. Not always but sometimes.
His hands slowed but he kept pumping. The wetness dripping on his thigh and coating his fingers and palm. Her hips still rolled against him.
"Like making ya feel good Sam." He whispered. She sat up in and elbow, her eyes dancing over his face. He felt uneasy with the scrutiny but allowed her to do it.
"I really enjoy you making me feel good, " she smirked and then added, "I like making you cum. "
Grinning he rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah?"
Sam nodded, "I can cum just by you cumming inside me."
Merle smirked and leaned up, kissing her jaw. "Thanks Sugar."
"For telling you the truth?" she asked with her eyebrow raised.
Shaking his head, his lips grazing her cheek. Merle felt like he was being a giant pussy but spoke anyways, "Nah for actually enjoying bein' with me."
Smiling softly she leaned forward, kissing him gently before whispering, "No reason to thank me. Being with you is the best kinda thank you."
Merle snorted and squeezed her ribs, "You're bein' a pussy with al them feelin's."
"Pffft. I get a free pass cuz I'm a girl. 'sides you started it." Sam smirked. "Now what should we do with this?" She asked while gripping him tightly in her fist.
They were making a run to Woodbury to look for signs of the Governor. Sam, Merle, Daryl and Michonne were going to scour the area for tracks and evidence of him returning to the town. Merle wanted to find the guy and gut him for Sam. He wanted to be able to look at her and see relief in her eyes. He sat up front with Daryl while the girls sat in back. Sam and Michonne had developed some kind of relationship since everything went down with Woodbury. He believed they bonded over the shared hatred for the psycho but he also thinks they are similar women. Both strong hardheaded bitches. Merle smirked in the mirror as he saw Sam smile at something Michonne said. Daryl grunted causing Merle to look over at him. The fucker smirked at him. "What?" Merle snapped at him making the backseat to go silent.
"Nothin'." Daryl answered his eyes still amused.
"Fuck's ya problem Darylina?" he taunted his irritation growing. It was bad enough that he felt like a big pussy when thinking of Sam, he didn't need his shithead of a brother fucking with him about it.
"Shit Merle, nothin'. Ok. Just think it's funny." He drawled while swerving around an abandoned car.
Merle's nostrils flared and he growled, "Think what's funny asshole?" Daryl snorted and shook his head without replying. Sam leaned forward between the two, blocking each other's view.
"How about we play I spy?" Sam said with a grin. "I'll start. I spy something yellow."
Merle glowered at her and turned his eyes back to the window stewing over his brother catching him acting soft. 'Ain't fuckin' soft,' he growled inwardly.
"No takers? Michonne? Something yellow?" she said while still sitting forward.
"The sun," Michonne said flatly. Sam squeezed Merle's shoulder before sliding back to her seat. "Ding ding ding. Michonne for the win. Tell her what she's won Bob."
Michonne barked out a laugh, "Such a fuckin weirdo."
Sam snorted and slapped Merle seat. He looked at her in the vanity mirror and saw her bite her lip and cock an eyebrow. The look caused a rush off heat to his groin. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he gave her a cocky grin. "Gonna get it girl."
Sam threw her head back and laughed. "Your turn Daryl, I spy."
Daryl grunted but didn't respond as his foot lifted off the gas pedal and leaned over the steering while looking up into the sky. Merle leaned forward, his eyes looking up also. Dark smoke was drifting up into the sky from where Woodbury sat. Daryl slowed to a stop and looked over at Merle. "That's it yeah?"
Merle nodded and rubbed his chin. "Yeah. Le's go in on foot. Hide us by that group of trees." Daryl drove off the road into the woods, tucking the car behind a copse with dense leaves. They climbed out and made sure the vehicle was covered and headed toward Woodbury. The smell from the fire reached them almost instantly. Burnt wood, rubber and plastic. A thick odor that coated their throats and stuck to their skin. Merle took lead as they maneuvered quickly through the forest. They began running into walkers as the approached. Merle watched Sam kick out the legs of a walker and nail it with her long blade. Daryl was taking out undead with precisely aimed bolts. Merle pushed a corpse into a tree trunk and drove his bayonet blade through its chin, thick blood oozing down its forehead and splattering on the side of Merle's face. Grunting he yanked his blade out and let the walker fall away. Stepping forward they kept walking. As they reached the large area Woodbury once stood they found blackened structures. Broken walls, burnt brick and melted glass. Walkers were shuffling everywhere, many melted to the cracked blacktop that once paved the tiny streets. Merle waked ahead of them, stabbing into the soft skulls of crawling dead, his shoes sticking to the blistering road.
"Fuckin hell," Daryl grunted while taking out an especially disgusting body. "You think he did this?" Sam asked her blade sinking into the temple of a melted corpse reaching for her feet.
"Yeah." Merle responded flatly, his eyes scanning the whole destroyed town. "Ain't gonna find any tracks here. Too many dead came through."
Daryl grunted in agreement and pulled a bolt out of a corpse's rotten head, flicking the gore off. Sam chewed her lip and tapped her machete against her leg. "Fuckin bastard," she huffed before wandering away. Merle watched her move further into the town. He could feel the heat wafting off the ground, the buildings were still smoking. The bitter metal taste made him cough. "Sam come on. Ain't safe here." Merle hollered as she brought her machete down on another crawling corpse. He could see her breathing hard as she stabbed one after another. He looked back and saw Daryl and Michonne watching the scene. Sam was loosing it. Merle could see she was working through whatever she was feeling. He could understand it, he wanted to do the same but she was heading deeper and deeper into the town.
"SAM!" he hollered, jogging after her when she reached a group of five walking dead. Their body's burnt and black. Barely shambling along on crispy limbs. Sam swung her blade decapitating one while kicking another to the ground. She stabbed and slashed the bodies. Merle stabbed the last one as she turned to take it out.
"Stop girl now." He growled as she turned to go down another street. Sam yanked her arm away when he grabbed it and growled, "Fuck OFF."
"NO!" he snapped while grabbing her bicep tightly. "Ain't safe and it's a waste of time. Come on now."
He dragged her along while she growled and yanked on her arm. "Girl ain't got time for a fuckin' pissyfit. Le's go." He growled while he passed Daryl and Michonne's amused faces. He glowered at them but kept walking toward the forest.
"Fuck you Merle. I need to kill some shit or I'm gonna flip the fuck out." She shouted finally yanking out of his grip, stumbling backwards but catching herself. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling fast. He could see sweat dripping down her forehead, her eyes angry and red. "Fuckin' asshole isn't here. We missed him and we aint fucking ever findin' him. NOW… now I gotta watch over my fuckin' shoulder FOREVER!" She shouted, her hands in fists. "All cuz I fuckin missed. I fuckin missed. I fucked up."
Sam chucked her machete away and scrubbed her face hard, blood smearing across her cheeks. Merle watched her struggling to hold onto the tentative grasp she had of emotions. Looking to the side he saw Daryl and Michonne taking out walkers attracted to their argument.
"Sam we gotta go." He said quietly but firmly. Sam took three deep breathes before picking up her machete and walking toward the other two killing approaching undead. The group headed back to the car and killed walkers along the way. Merle could see Daryl looking for tracks but not finding anything useable. The area was trampled by all the walkers. Sam was still huffing out angry breaths, muttering to herself. Her hand was tightly gripping her blade while the other was fisted. He knew she was digging her nails into her palms the way she also did when upset or stressed. Hurting her body to stop feeling pain inside. Shaking his head he stepped over, taking her hand in his.
"Stop hurtin ya'self." He said lowly, his finger digging into her palm. "Stop Sugar."
Sam scoffed and pulled her hand away from him, feigning irritation but really close to breaking. He felt his chest clench when he saw her watery eyes spilling over her cheeks. Clear trails moving through the blood splatter. Glancing over at him she angrily wiped her face and walked faster ahead of him toward the car. Once there she yanked the branches off they had used and climbed into the back seat, slamming the door loudly.
"So what now?" Michonne asked, her arms crossed while staring at the door Sam shut. Merle growled and scrubbed his face. "We can check nearby houses. Look for signs of someone squatting in 'em."
Daryl grunted and wiped a bolt on his pant leg. "Reckon s'only way we're gonna find 'im. Gonna need to search every fuckin' nook and cranny for that asshole."
Merle growled and took out a pack of cigarettes, offering them to Daryl and then surprising himself by offering them to Michonne. She shook her head but seemed amused. He rolled his eyes and lit up, hollowing his cheeks with a deep drag. The nicotine calming his frayed nerves.
"Le's go then. Sam's not gonna wait much longer. She'll walk off without us." He said, exhaling through his nostrils while he spoke. Daryl scratched his lip with his thumb and rasped, "She ok?"
"She's fucking pissed. Can't say I blame 'er. Needs to let off some steam." He replied while moving to the passenger seat. They all climbed in and drove back out to the road.
"We're gonna check nearby houses and shops ok?" Merle said looking at Sam in vanity mirror.
Sam was blank faced and only responded with a nod. She looked out the window and was silent. Merle finished his smoke while watching her reel in her anger. She chewed her lip viciously and tapped her fingers on the doorframe. He could see tension in her shoulders and stiffness in her back.
"Might s'well scavenge them houses too," Merle said looking over at Daryl as they pulled into a small suburb. Nodding Daryl pulled the car over and they climbed out quickly. A few dead stumbled toward them, gnashing teeth and claw like hands. Merle let Sam take the lead, her rage still simmering below the surface needing an outlet. Her strong arms flexing at they jammed her blade through the skull of a rotting man. She wore a tank top today. The scars on her shoulders and back were out in the open. The scarred pink tissue contrasting against her pale back. She had on dark jeans that hugged her hips and rode low, her hipbones showing as her top lifted. He caught Daryl looking at her as she stepped on a body for leverage, yanking her blade out of a thick skull. Daryl glanced at him and looked embarrassed for staring at her. Merle smirked and sauntered toward him, "Seein' somethin' ya like there baby brother?"
Daryl cleared his throat, "Nah Merle. Just lookin at them scars. Look healed."
Merle chuckled and slapped him on the shoulder. "Riiiiight, Darylina. Gotta say I can't blame ya for starin'." He glanced at her swing her blade into the last walker shuffling down the street. Her arms splattered with gore, her shirt soaked with sweat. She was fucking hot.
"Fuckin' woman's got no idea." Merle muttered to his brother and smirked. Daryl rubbed his nose on his forearm and grunted in agreement.
Merle wandered over toward Sam who was sipping some water. "Feel better there Sugar?" he rasped taking the bottle from her. She sighed and nodded, her hands resting on her hips, her head bowed.
"Let's go find shit or somethin'." she said sounding calmer, sliding her blade out again and jutting her chin to the nearest house. Nodding he followed her up the driveway to the abandoned house.
Merle and Sam took point while Michonne and Daryl circled the back and took guard. Merle and Sam cleared each room and closet. Once clear they searched for supplies. Merle found two backpacks and started stuffing one with canned goods while Sam took the other upstairs. He could hear her rooting around upstairs. Once he cleared the bottom floor of goods he moved upstairs to find her digging through a closet.
Sam was stuffing extra clothing into her backpack when Merle came into the bedroom. "Anything good?" He asked opening the dressers.
"Clothes and shit. What size shoe do you wear?" She asked looking through the boots on the floor of the closet.
"11 or 12." He said as he held up a pair of lacy panties and wiggling his eyebrows at Sam.
Sam snorted and said, "You need me to dress up for you old man?"
He looked at her with a grin and stuffed the lacy scrap into his back pocket. Sam laughed loudly and said, "If there's a matching bra I wear a 34 c."
Sam opened a shoebox and choked on her tongue while laughing. Merle walked over and looked inside the box.
"Hoooooleeee shit." He hooted. "That's a lot of rubber dicks. Kinky bitch lived here huh?" He drawled as he reached for one. Sam slapped his hand, "Don't! Who knows how clean these are. Gross."
Merle looked at her with an amused expression. "Ya wanna play Sugar?"
"Not with a used dildo." She snorted before closing the box and throwing into the back of the closet.
Merle guffawed and shook his head. Michonne stuck her head into the room hearing Merle's ruckus. "What's goin on?"
Merle was still chuckling and Sam rolled her eyes at Michonne. "The woman of the house liked her toys."
Michonne smirked, "You takin' em?" Merle started laughing again. Sam snorted, "Fuck no. I don't need no vag cooties."
Merle was grabbing his stomach and laughing hard, bent over at the waist. Sam sighed and stood up. Kicking him in the leg she said, "Come on you perv. We've got four more houses."
They exited the house and found Daryl standing outside, his bow resting in his arms. He raised an eyebrow at Merle's amused expression. "Wha?"he rapsed.
Merle chuckled and shook his head, "Nothin baby brother. You'd just blush like a school girl."
Sam snorted and wandered toward the next house. Daryl looked at Michonne and she smirked, "They found a plethora of sex toys."
Daryl's eye widened as he looked over at Merle. Merle gave him a cocky grin, "Ya want me to go up and get 'em for ya Daryl?"
Daryl narrowed his eyes and stomped away making Merle bark out a laugh. Michonne laughed quietly and walked with Merle to the next house. Sam was standing on the porch waiting for them to arrive. Daryl entered the house with her and cleared the home while Merle and Michonne cleared the exterior. He looked for tracks and signs for any others staying in the area. He was circling back to the front when Daryl poked his head out the second floor window. "Merle," he rasped quietly.
Merle looked up, "Yeah?"
"Got dried bloody gauze. Prob'ly a day old." He told him while going back inside. Merle jogged inside and climbed the stairs quickly. Inside the tiny bathroom Daryl was looking at the used bandages. Merle picked up a piece and felt it for dampness. "Yeah, day or two." Merle remarked tossing it down again. Sam walked up behind them and shouldered her pack. "It him?" she asked her voice reserved.
Merle shrugged and squeezed her shoulder. "Could be, could be some other random fucker. We'll find out."
He clasped her arm and bent to catch her eyes. "Got it?"
She looked at him and worried her lip for a moment before nodding stiffly. Letting go they all moved downstairs again and continued onto the next house. Merle and Daryl cleared it and searched while Sam and Michonne kept guard. Daryl was digging through an old gun case pulling out boxes of ammo and even a box of bolts. "So she your girlfriend now? Or ya just fuckin her?" he asked jamming the box of bullets in his bag. Merle looked over and furrowed his brow, "Why ya lookin' to get laid?"
Daryl shook his head, "Nah wouldn' take your sloppy seconds." Merle sneered at him, "Ya callin' my girl sloppy?"
Daryl looked confused, "Nah Merle it's just a sayin'. Shit I was just jokin'."
"So whaddya care if she is my girl? Huh?" Merle asked angrily yanking open a closet door.
"I don'. Just…. Ya never stuck with one bitch before." Daryl remarked, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Merle huffed out a breath and let his arms fail to his sides, "Ain't never thought I would wanna or find one that wanted to."
He looked over at his brother and chewed his cheek a moment, "Sam's different. She…" he paused and looked over at Daryl for help explaining it but found none. Shaking his head tried to cover his tangled feelings, smirking, "I'm just a good lays all. She'll get sick a ol' Merle and move on." He cleared his throat and walked away leaving Daryl in the office. As he passed he saw Daryl's head shake and he muttered, "Nah she won't brother."
Merle didnt answer but instead walked outside to find Michonne and Sam leaning against an abandoned car. A gas tank on the ground. "We siphoned the gas, it was full." Sam said sipping water and spitting out, rinsing the gas taste out of her mouth.
"Didn' hafta. I coulda done it Sugar." He said picking up the tank and walking it to their car. Sam shrugged and rinsed her mouth again, "t'sfine, I don't mind."
The last houses went fast. Both had been looted extensively and they found nothing of use in either. Daryl turned back toward the prison and they rode quietly. All thinking about their trip and what it meant for finding the Governor. Merle decided he'd sit down with Daryl and plan out the next trip. They needed to get a grid set up and work the whole area now that Woodbury went up in smoke. Looking in the mirror he saw Sam laying her head against the glass, her eyes squinting at each walker they passed, looking for that familiar face. She caught him looking at her and shrugged, muttering, "One can dream." She smiled at him and reached forward, her hand squeezing his shoulder. Merle felt Daryl's eyes on them and glared at him. He smirked and shook his head in response. "Aint sayin nothin'." He rasped while biting his thumb.
"Fuck off baby brother, gonna kick your scrawny ass soon." He growled but was more joking than serious, punching him in the shoulder.
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