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Daryl, Carol and Bob were missing. Merle was moving through the dark forest looking for tracks with Sasha, Rick and Tyreese. He saw some prints but it was to dark to follow the trail. He growled in frustration. "Goddamnit. I knew I shoulda finished those fuckers up." Merle was pacing in front of the church, his hand rubbing his head roughly.
Ricks nodded in agreement and kept his eyes up as he scanned the surrounding forest. "Come on Merle. Let's hunker down, we start searching at dawn.
"Ain't got time. They got my brother, he's gonna be dinner." Merle snarled and started moving to the forest. Sam ran off the steps, "Merle. Don't."
He spun around and ground his teeth together. "Damnit Sam go back inside."
"For fucks sakes Merle. Don't' go out there. Wait til dawn. Please." She begged.
He glared at her and looked back into the forest. Sighing loudly Merle walked back towards her, "Sugar. I can't let them take my brother and Carol. She did right by me out there and I can't lose him again."
"I know, I know. Just come in for a moment. Get a pack at least in case you gotta hole up somewhere." She begged, her hand gripping the hem of his leather vest. "Please."
"Fine." Merle grumbled stomping toward the church while holding her wrist firmly.
Once inside he sat down and prepared a pack and reloaded his handgun.
Merle looked up and saw Sasha interrogating the priest. She seemed to think he was in on it but Merle knew it was the bastards from Terminus. The priest seemed to weak willed and stupid to have anything to do with their missing people. A sharp whistle caused his ears to perk up and he peered outside with Glenn.
"There's something.. there's someone outside lying in the grass." Glenn shouted to the others.
Once the exited the door they found Bob on the ground in the grass and walkers coming through the woods. After killing the dead and pulling him inside they saw that his leg amputated below the knee. They got Bob lying down near the pulpit and everyone crouched around him.
Bob woke up enough to explain, "I was in the graveyard. Somebody knocked me out. I woke up outside this place. It looked like a school. It was that guy, Gareth and five other ones. They were eating my leg right in front of me." a couple people gasped as he continued, "Like it was nothing. All proud like they had it all figured out."
Merle ground his teeth and was about to ask about Daryl when Rick spoke, "Did they have Daryl and Carol?"
"Gareth said they drove off." Bob said his voice strained as pain wracked his body.
Merle wasn't sure what to make of the fact his brother drove off with Carol but he did know they had to find the cannibals and put the sick fucks down.
"Do we have anything for pain?" Sasha asked her hand gripping Bob's as he shuddered in agony. Rosita started to stand but Bob growled, "Save 'em."
"Bob…" Sasha began but he interrupted her by pulling his shirt down exposing a huge infected bite wound. Merle hissed through his teeth and listened as the man told his girlfriend he was bitten on the food bank run. Shaking his head Merle stepped away for a moment to figure out what their next step should be. He needed to find Daryl but if they drove off there was no way of knowing where the hell they went. The priority was taking out the cannibals and protecting the group.
Gabriel told Rick that the elementary school was a ten-minute walk and they began discussing their plan. Rick was adamant about going to find the killers and Merle agreed but something felt off about the plan to head to the school.
"They just dropped him off. They ain't gonna go back and take eyes off us. I bet my left nut they're sittin' out there in them woods waitin' for us to leave people behind to find 'em. Gonna try to split the herd."
Rick rubbed his chin and drawled, "Might be right."
"Might?" Merle rasped and chuckled, "Been dealin' with assholes like this for a long time Sheriff. Arrogant assholes that think they know us better than we know ourselves. They gonna think we ain't thinkin' right. That we are scared lil pussies hidden in 'ere."
Sam walked forward and spoke for the first time since finding Bob on the lawn. "We could make like we're going to the school, wait and then jump them from behind. We take our heavy hitters, our guns and make a show of it, just like the Governor."
"I agree." Glenn spoke up and added, "If we lure them in we can catch them by surprise."
The group agreed except for Abraham who was pacing angrily in the background.
He marched forward and exclaimed, "Time for a reality check. We all need to leave for DC right now."
"Daryl and Carol are gonna be back. We're not goin' anywhere without them." Rick stated firmly his shoulders squaring as if ready for a fight. Merle approached the two men who seemed to edging toward an argument. He was going to jump into the fray of it if they did throw down. He was pissed off and ready to take it out on some one and the huge redhead had been getting on his nerves since the moment he spouted off about DC and a supposed cure.
"I respect that, but there's a clear threat here to Eugene. I need to extract his ass before things get any uglier." Abe drawled before walking towards the doors, "So if y'all won't come, good luck to you. We'll go our separate ways."
Merle walked towards them and sneered, "Ya leavin' on foot?"
The large man turned around, anger flaring in his eyes, "We fixed that damn bus ourselves."
"I don't give a flyin fuck." Merle snarled his eyes burning holes into the giant ginger.
Rick joined Merle's side and spoke matter-of-factly, "There are a lot more of us." His words could be taken as a statement of them needing the vehicle more because of the number of people but there was a hint of threat in the words.
'We can take you out with no problem,' was the veiled meaning.
Merle knew without a doubt he would take down all three of the DC advocates without a single grain of guilt. His main concern was standing around him and the other three were still outsiders in Merle's book. Expendable.
"You want to keep it that way? You should come." Abe responded apparently taking it as a blanket statement rather than a threat.
"Carol saved your life. We saved your life." Rick answered his tone biting, his hand pointing at the man's chest aggressively.
"Well, I'm trying to save yours. Save everyone's." Abraham shouted while pointing back, aiming at Rick's face.
"We're not goin' anywhere without our people." Rick hissed without backing down, his body angling forward. Merle kept his eyes on the jarhead waiting for him to make a threatening move. He was aching to punch someone in the face. The last few weeks were taking it's toll on Merle's precious grasp of controlling his aggressive tendencies. He could feel himself regressing to the use of violence to solve problems.
"Your people took off." Abraham sneered back.
Merle growled loudly his chest puffing up as rage unfurled inside him, "They're comin' back Asshole."
"To what, picked-over bones?!" Abraham shouted his hand tightening on his rifle grip. Rick stepped forward reaching for the redhead's bicep, ordering, "You're not taking…"
The two men scuffled until Rosita and Glen split them up. "Do you really think that you're gonna be any safer leaving right now in the middle of the night?" Glenn asked his expression weary. Merle didn't blame him, he was pretty tired of dealing with all of the bullshit. It seemed there was always some asshole trying to take what was theirs. Some monster trying to kill them.
The group argued a few more minutes and came to the conclusion that if they stayed to help with the threat Tara, Maggie and Glenn would leave with them in the morning for DC. Merle didn't agree with it. They shouldn't be splitting up and if the threats were gone in the morning why the hell not stick around until Daryl and Carol returned? He said as much but was brushed off by the jarhead and his Latina girlfriend.
Carl, Rosita, Tyreese, Sam and the priest stayed behind with Judith and Bob while everyone else left to 'get the cannibals.' They exited the church and headed into the woods shadows to wait for signs of the threatening group. Soon Merle saw movement and watched as the other group headed straight for the church. He knew they would go for the weaker targets instead of following them into the woods.
'Fuckin pussies.' He scoffed inwardly.
"We wait until they're inside," Rick rasped quietly watching as they broke the lock on the church door and moved inside. They walked confidently as if they had nothing to fear. Merle couldn't wait to destroy that arrogance.
Soon Merle's and the others ran back to the church and quietly opened the door. Rick and Merle slide into the church behind the cannibals. The others followed quietly into the deep shadows of the church, their weapons aimed at the backs of the cannibals. Merle crouched low as he approached on their left. They were crowded around the door holding the others and threatening to shoot the hinges out. Judith was crying inside and the sound made Merle's heart clench. The thought that the people in front of him would most likely kill the defenseless infant and eat her made his blood boil. He wanted to gut each one of them slowly and make them suffer long terrible deaths. Abraham took his shots, killing both gunmen at the doorway who were about to shoot into the room.
"Put your guns on the floor." Rick demanded, his voice steely and harsh, his silenced gun aimed at Gareth from the shadows.
"Rick, we'll fire right into that office. So you lower your gun." Gareth hollered back.
Rick didn't wait for any more discussion. He shot Gareth's hand, the man's fingers exploding outwards and his gun dropping to the floor. Merle smirked at his screams and stalked forward toward the other men.
"Put your guns on the floor and kneel." Rick repeated, his hand calm and the gun steady as he pointed it at the other man refusing to drop his weapon. Merle recognized him as the man they had caught before entering Terminus. The man that Tyreese had claimed to have killed. The thought that he had lied and let the disgusting son of a bitch go caused Merle to grind his teeth angrily. He knew he would be having some angry words with the 'lying coward'.
"Do what he says. Martin, there's no choice here." Gareth whimpered his hand clutching his bleeding limb.
"Yeah, there is." Martin muttered his gun rising slightly. "Wanna bet?" Abraham hissed as he moved out of the shadows.
Merle walked out further showing himself to the other kneeling individuals. His metal sleeve propped up a high power rifle, the sights were on the nearest monster's head. He was drilling his piercing blues into their skulls. Those horrible people were responsible for the deaths of probably hundreds of innocent people. They'd slaughtered them and eaten them like cattle.
Sam could've been one of them. She could've gone in that place and never returned. Merle wanted to tear them apart. Rip them to pieces. He wanted his arms coated in blood.
"No point in begging, right?" Gareth whined his back curled over as pain riddled his thin frame. Merle smirked at the guy's agony and watched the others look at him nervously.
"No." Rick drawled circling the kneeling man his gun trained on his forehead.
"Still, you could have killed us when you came in." Gareth grasped at straws, "There had to be a reason for that."
"We didn't want to waste the bullets." Rick answered bluntly. Merle watched Rick look at the man with gleaming predatory eyes. He could see the feral look on Rick's face and understood where the man was coming from. The anger rolling of him was palpable and Merle knew what was coming next would be bloody and incredibly painful for the kneeling men and woman. He felt no guilt or shame in the matter. They were cleaning house and keeping others from falling prey to them.
"We used to help people. We saved people. Things changed. They came in and… After that... I know that you've been out there, but I can see it. You don't know what it is to be hungry." Gareth ranted while groaning in pain. Merle scoffed at his ridiculous assumption. He's been starving since he was a kid. He never thought about eating someone.
"You don't have to do this. We can walk away. And we will never cross paths again. I promise you. " Gareth begged his face cracking from either fear or pain. Maybe both.
"But you'll cross someone's path." Rick responded coolly, as he tucked his gun away, "You'd do this to anyone, right?" He pulled out his red handled machete and drawled, "Besides, I already made ya a promise."
Merle watched him rear back and slam the sharp blade into the crouched man's face. A high-pitched scream echoed into the rafters of the vaulted ceilings. The blood sprayed across the wood floor and onto the ex sheriff deputy's chest. The others attacked the cannibals as they screamed "No".
Merle slid his rifle behind his back quickly and grabbed the closest man, shoving him against the stained glass window. He drove his bayonet into his stomach, pulling the blade upwards gutting they evil bastard in two as he struggled to get away.
Merle snarled into his face as he coughed up blood and gurgled a keening wail. Keeping his blade inside Merle shoved higher before tossing the body aside. Thrusting forward he stabbed the corpse's skull to prevent him from changing.
When Merle cut his eyes to the others he saw Rick slamming his machete repeatedly into Gareth's body until the man's center was nothing but savaged gore. Abraham was beating a man to death with his rifle butt and Sasha was stabbing another.
The door opened and Tyreese looked out in shock as Sasha plunged a knife repeated into the man he had apparently let live.
"Ya said he was dead." Merle growled while pointing at the now mutilated corpse. "Ya let that fucker live and he helped get Bob."
Tyreese only stared at the scene before backing up into the room. Soon the priest came out with a horrified expression, his hands clutching a rosary. "This is the Lord's house."
"Nah. It's just four walls and roof." Maggie spoke up her hands lazily holding her rifle before she walked away. Merle's chin dipped in agreement and he drawled, "Peaches is right. Ain't no God no more father. Bes' get used to it." The one time respected title said as an insult.
Merle entered the room with others to say goodbye to Bob. The man was getting worse and it wouldn't be long for him to pass away. He had lost too much blood and the fever was now taking over his compromised immune system.
Merle watched everyone sit with Bob, some speaking quiet words with the sick man. After Maggie and Glenn backed away Merle made his way over to Bob's side.
"Never got to apologize to you for the vet hospital. " Bob said hoarsely, "never shoulda done that."
Merle sat down next him, his head bowed slightly rasping, "Ain't gotta apologize. I been there, done worse. It worked out, ya saved Sam gettin' those meds mixed right. Thank ya for that."
"Nah. No thanks needed. But gotta do me a favor." Bob croaked his eyes jumping towards the door where Sasha leaned into Tyreese's chest. "Will you keep an eye on Sash for me? You and Sam?"
"Course. She's family. She'll be a'right." Merle drawled with a nod, his hand gripping Bob's forearm, before leaving the room. He met up with Sam who was sitting with Michonne near the back of the church. She gave him a sad smile as he approached.
"You say goodbye?" She asked quietly, her hand pulling his wrist to get him to sit with her. Nodding he grunted a confirmation as he slumped down in the pew. Michonne joined Rick to help remove the bodies from the church floor.
Merle brushed the hair off Sam's forehead and muttered, "Ya look exhausted sugar."
"I am. Feel like I haven't slept good since before I got sick at the prison." She sighed and leaned heavily into Merle side.
"Well we gotta wait a couple hours to start lookin' for Daryl. The others are leavin' at first light too. How bout we lay down for a couple hours?" Merle suggested motioning to a corner without blood in it. Sam nodded drowsily and headed to the small nook to rest up. Merle removed his apparatus and stretched out, pulling Sam against his chest, her head resting atop his heart. He felt her breathing deepen and soon her body went lax.
His hand was gently holding her forearm on his chest while his unsheathed right arm held her close. Merle lay unable to close his eyes while Sam slept. Daryl and Carol were still missing and he was pissed that his brother ran off without a word but figured it had to have been important. Daryl wasn't one to leave the group for no reason. Merle just hoped they hadn't run into trouble.
Sam started dreaming, her leg twitching and her hand clenching the fabric of his shirt. A sudden sob tore out of her chest making Merle jump. He cupped her head and stroked her temple like he used to in the prison. His fingers stroking through her hair, encouraging her to settle down.
"I gotcha Sugar." He rasped quietly, his lips grazing her forehead. Slowly her body relaxed and her breathing evened out. Merle saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Rick was pacing with Judith, his hand rubbing comforting circles on her tiny back.
"She have nightmares a lot?" Rick whispered.
Merle narrowed his eyes. Having people see him be affectionate with his girl was still uncomfortable. It made him want to lash out but he had Sam relaxing again.
"Yeah. Prolly why she didn' sleep much the last couple weeks with y'all." He responded quietly. Rick nodded and watched the surly redneck hold the woman like she was made of glass. "Got a problem officer?" Merle drawled after Rick's eyes didn't leave them.
"No it's just... You're good for each other." Rick replied quietly as he kissed his daughter's forehead, walking away to lay Judith down.
Merle only grunted in response having no words to describe how good Sam was for him. She was the first thing he thought of in the morning and usually the last thing before he slept.
The decision to break her out of Woodbury caused a shift inside him. He'd found himself thinking of situations and people differently. He still wouldn't classify himself as a good person but he would say he was trying.
Merle couldn't erase all the bad shit he'd done his whole life but he was trying to not shovel more shit onto the pile. He wouldn't even deny that Sam was responsible for that change.
Merle couldn't imagine how Sam being with an old redneck like him was good for her though, other than keeping her safe.
'Didn' even do tha' ya Asshole.' He berated himself inwardly. He would die for her though. If it came down to it, he'd do anything for Sam.
The time moving on the road with Carol, Tyreese and the kid was difficult but the hardest part was not knowing where Sam was. His chest had hurt when he thought about her and what could've happened to her. He felt similar for Daryl but he knew Daryl would survive pretty much anything like himself.
Sam though, being a pretty little thing in this world made her a huge target. She could take care of herself that's for damn sure but pit her against a group of able-bodied men who hadn't seen a woman in months and she wouldn't walk away. Even with a group she'd been almost assaulted and hurt by a group of sick bastards. Merle smirked at the thought of her killing them and helping his brother. Rick and Daryl had told him a more detailed version of the night. He had held Rick up the day before to get the full story. Sam wasn't going to give him the gory details and he had to know just how bad it was. He couldn't not know. Rick had been adamant that her quick reaction to the threat on top of her and the knife she miraculously aimed at his attacker saved them that night. Merle's chest filled with pride for his girl.
Looking down at her on his shoulder, he let his eyes trace the lines of her relaxed face. Her dark lashes lying on her soft cheeks. The dip in her top lip creating a little shadow. The bump on her nose from where it had been broken by her stepdad. She had a freckle on her temple that he liked to kiss and the light scar along her jaw he would lick while thrusting inside her. Merle had to shift slightly as he became hard just looking at her delicate face thinking about being inside her. Even with bruises and cuts she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Merle squeezed his eyes shut. He needed sleep if he was going to be any use the following day.
Sam watched as Glenn and Maggie climbed onto the bus. Her chest was aching at the idea of the group splitting up yet again. She stood next to Merle who was very vocal about his thoughts on the matter. He felt they should just wait for their two missing group members now that threat was gone. Sam couldn't agree more but the redheaded giant wouldn't listen to reason. She waved at Maggie and gave her a sad smile before the bus door closed. Soon they were pulling out and away from the church leaving only a dust cloud in their wake.
Turning to Merle she said, "This feels wrong."
Merle sighed and pulled her into his side drawling, "I know Sugar. Ain't right splittin' up like this but they chose it."
Rick sauntered over, his face tense and worried. "Should we go look for them or wait to see if they show up?"
Merle rubbed his jaw and grudgingly admitted, "No way of knowin' where they went. We don't even know where they found a car. No tellin' which direction they went."
Rick exhaled angrily and asked, "Can ya find tracks? Maybe see if the school is where they got it?"
"S'pose so. I can go take a look."
Sam shifted to see Merle's face, "I'm coming with you."
"No," Merle responded instantly as he pulled away to retrieve his pack. Sam followed behind him and growled, "I'm going with you Merle. We aren't splitting up."
Merle turned toward Sam, his face softening at the sight of her strained eyes and sighed, "Fine. Ya do as I say."
"Yes master," she snarked picking up her rifle and canteen. She heard him snicker and mutter, "That's more like it, Sugar."
They found Daryl's tracks leading them to a dirt road and eventually tire tracks that were recent. Merle grumbled and followed them until they hit the pavement. Looking back at Sam he drawled, "Well, ain't no way of followin' with 'em on these roads. We might as well head back."
"Should we check out that school for supplies?"
"Bob said it was overrun." Merle answered while heading down the road. Sam followed and asked, "Where are we goin'?"
"Le's follow this for awhile and see if we find any other buildings. Gonna need more supplies for the trip." He explained as they strolled down the seemingly endless dirt road. Sam had her rifle resting in her arms comfortably and watched their sides as they moved. Merle walked confidently but hyperaware of their surroundings. They had killed the cannibals but that didn't mean there weren't other threats out in the woods.
Eventually they hit a tiny subdivision of ranchers that looked looted but were worth a shot. The first one they entered still had walkers in it so they knew there might still be supplies. After killing the biters they split up to search the house. Sam found a small stash of medicine and some extra clothing for the woman of the group. Merle joined her after a few minutes carrying a duffle bag with a few canned goods and a crowbar.
They continued in the same fashion and soon were clearing the final house. After killing the last walker Sam went into the master bathroom to search while Merle headed to the garage. Sam was emptying the first aid supplies from the medicine cabinet when Merle joined her in they tiny room.
"Anythin' good Sugar?" he asked leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed.
"Some first aid stuff." She replied zipping up her now full backpack. Merle hummed and walked forward, his normal swagger in full swing. Sam felt the room fill with an electric buzz as his eyes roamed over her. She smiled slowly and she whispered, "You're lookin' at me like a plate of steak and potatoes."
"Sugah I'd take ya over a steak everyday o'tha week." He drawled his accent thick like molasses and just as smooth. Sam almost whimpered at the sound but instead yanked him towards her, crashing her mouth to his.
Merle pressed Sam into the bathroom wall, his hand cupping the back of her neck and mouth exploring hers. She wound her hands up his ribs, her fingers tangling in the leather. He groaned as Sam sucked on his tongue, her mouth greedily moving against his.
Pulling back he scraped his teeth along her jaw, his tongue darting out to taste her. "Fuck Sugar. Been too long." He rasped his voice desperate and rough. "Missed ya so fuckin much."
Sam gasped as Merle's hand slide up her shirt kneading her breast, a thumb roughly brushing across her nipple.
"Fuck Merle, me too." Sam groaned her hips rolling in search of friction. Merle laughed gruffly and slid his hand down between her thighs. His fingers rubbed the rough denim while he demanded, "Gotta fuck ya Sam. Now. I gotta."
Sam tore her hands away and quickly unclasped her belt, her weapons falling to the floor with a loud clatter. Soon her jeans and underwear where down and Merle spun her around, placing her hands on the wall. His hand slid up her back and down her ribs, the calloused fingertips trailed by goose bumps. She heard him unbuckle his pants and then pull her hips back, patting her legs apart slightly. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her breath coming in short gasps. The pure want was palpable in the room. Sam arched back and felt his hard cock slid along her wet lips. The heat from his body lit a fire in Sam's core, she could feel wetness on her inner thighs as the need ratcheted up to a fever pitch.
Merle growled loudly as Sam engulfed him, the wet heat causing shudders to run up his spine. Their groans echoed in the tiny tiled room.
"Oh Jesus Sam," he rasped his hand grabbing her hip, his mouth kissing along her neck as he bowed over her body. "So fuckin tight sweetheart." He groaned roughly, his whisker scratching her sticky neck.
Sam panted, her hips rolling back against Merle as he thrust hard and deep. She could feel his strong thighs and stomach brushing against her. Sweat slick skin and gasps overwhelmed all Sam's senses.
Merle whispered muffled words into the nap of her neck, his hot breathe tickling the stray hairs sticking to her skin. Everything about the movements and sounds was heady to Sam. The feel of his hands on her skin, the friction of his cock sliding into her and the warm breathe against the curve of her neck. She was being consumed by Merle, swallowed whole by the sensations flooding through her body.
"Merle. Fuck. I'm..." She gasped as her body flushed with heat, her legs began buckling. Brilliant pleasure spikes moved from her core across her body. With curled toes and spots of light flashing behind her clenched eyes Sam became unglued, moaning loudly. Merle moved his right arm under her stomach, holding her up as he thrust through her orgasm.
"That's it's Sugar. Oh Jesus." He moaned as he came in long pulsing throbs inside her. The spasming muscles of her tight walls pulling out every drop. Rocking into her while his heart beat hard and fast against her back. Merle tucked his head against Sam's neck, his arms wrapping around her as they caught their breath. The room was humid and warm, filled with the scent of frantic lovemaking.
"I love you, Samantha," he drawled his hand laying flat against her thumping chest as he kissed her neck and shoulder. She hummed as his lips traced the curve of her neck, his lips grazing the ridge of her ear.
"Love you too Merle." Sam whispered turning back to kiss him over her shoulder. Their mouths melting together, Sam let her tongue twirl around Merle's. His hand stroked her ribs and hip, across her stomach and dipped between her thighs. She twitched as he hit the sensitive flesh. A deep chuckle resonated against her back from Merle's broad chest.
"So wet 'n soft." He murmured his fingers stroking her lips, his cock still buried deep and hardening again. "Never get enough ya Sugar. Ya feel how much I want ya. Gettin' me hard again."
Sam moaned as he rolled is hips into her, his hot skin pushing into her slowly. They moved together, synchronized thrusts and rocking of hips. Merle groaned deeply as her muscles clenched around his cock, Sam's pussy begging him to stay. Soon their movements were less planned and wilder. She reached back her nails digging into Merle's ribs as her body shuddered with a leg weakening orgasm. The fluttering inside her triggered Merle's making him growl loudly and plunge home. Sam gasped, her forehead resting against the wall as Merle pulled out before spinning her around and into his chest. Cupping her face and kissing Sam softly, his lips teased hers. She hummed with contentment as she wrapped her arms around Merle's torso, her hands flat on his back. Sam wanted to feel every inch of him against her body. Merle kissed her temple and rasped, "Gotta go sugar. Been gone to long."
Sam nodded and then stumbled slightly when she tried to get ready to leave. She stood on wobbly legs as Merle helped her get cleaned up and dressed. Once belted up he pulled her into his arms, his mouth kissed her neck and jaw until he met her mouth. Slow and deep kissing as their calmed their racing hearts.
"I love you Merle." She whispered her lips grazing his rough jaw. Merle hummed and rasped, "Love you sweetheart."
Thanks for reading! I had to get them some private time. It'd been too long for Merle, he's a horny bastard. Hehe.
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