Red River Blue
Chapter 76
"Come on," Merle said, whacking Rick in the shoulder with the metal sleeve on his arm. "We got otha shit ta do." Rick took a deep breath and forced himself to let it out slowly. He really didn't mind having Merle's help with the security of this place. His input was valuable even if his delivery of it left something to be desired. But the man's habit of constantly getting in his personal space drove Rick a little crazy.
"No one cares about some stupid ass fuckin' owl statue," Merle added as they headed back towards the street. Rick glanced behind him and sighed, knowing that Merle's quiet voice was only a shade quieter than his loud one. And that the owner of the destroyed owl statue had most certainly heard him.
"I know that," Rick hissed, keeping his voice much lower. "But something just seems off." He had been a cop long enough to know when someone was hiding something. And Jessie's posture and tone of voice suggested she was indeed hiding a lot more than something. He wanted to know what it was in case it was something that might put all of them at risk.
"Her husband is workin' her over," Merle said, actually making some attempt to keep his voice down this time. "S'not our business unless she asks for help." He paused, favoring Rick with a wicked grin. "And if Mee-shown sees ya sniffin' around that doctor's dime piece wife yer gonna have more problems than a busted up statue," Merle added with a laugh.
Rick stopped walking and stared at the man, taking in the mass of information that had just been unceremoniously thrust at him. It wasn't the first time he was shocked by how observant Merle was. He noticed a lot. Especially since it usually seemed like the man wasn't paying the people around him any attention at all. The first question that popped into Rick's mind was how in the hell did Merle know he and Michonne were sleeping together. Michonne sure didn't tell him. And Rick thought they were being discreet. The next question was how Merle knew what was going on between Jessie and her husband. Rick could tell something was off. But he hadn't immediately jumped to the conclusion that she was in an abusive relationship.
"She's got bruises and shit all over her arms, she pulled her sleeves down to hide 'em when we walked up," Merle added with a shrug. He already suspected something was going on. When the woman was at his house messing with River's hair, she about jumped out of her skin when Wren tossed her cup in the sink. And there was a bruise on her cheekbone she was trying to hide with makeup. People didn't hide their bruises unless they were embarrassed about how they got them. Rick nodded, grateful for the explanation, which sounded reasonable enough.
"How'd you know about me and Michonne?," Rick asked.
"I didn't," Merle said, barking out a laugh. He was only fucking with Rick and expected him to deny any involvement with the woman. Now that Merle knew they were actually fucking, the whole thing was even funnier. In his opinion, Michonne was the kind of ugly that even a bottle of jack wouldn't fix. But sometimes the ugly ones would surprise you in bed. "Never got me a taste of dark meat before," Merle announced, no longer making any attempt to keep his voice down. "How is it?"
"For fuckssakes," Rick cursed, rubbing his hand across his forehead before he ran his fingers through his hair. They still had plans to patrol the area where the walls were being extended. But Rick was starting to feel like only one of them might return alive if he had to spend much more time in Merle's company today. Before he could suggest that they split up in order to save time, a loud clanging noise broke the silence. Rick turned towards the direction the noise had come from, suddenly more concerned about the source of it than he was about Merle's inappropriate commentary.
"Sounded like it came from my house," Merle said, his voice more casual than Rick expected. Loud noises in his house were not concerning unless they were followed by screaming or crying. And Merle didn't hear any of either.
"Judith's over there," Rick said, already heading in that direction.
As they got closer, it became obvious that there was no danger lurking inside the house. Merle could hear voices and a lot of laughter coming from inside the garage. He pushed on the door, trying to slide it upwards. Rick did the same, but the door wasn't moving. Finally, he reached down and grabbed the handle at the bottom, twisting it to unlatch the door. Together they pushed again. This time the door moved up and out of their way. The inside of the garage was murky with the smoke that was hanging in the air. Merle wasn't surprised when he saw a bunch of kids in the garage smoking. But he shook his head when he saw River and Daryl were in there, clearly not supervising the situation. Instead they were getting high themselves.
"It's the cops!," River hollered, pointing at him and giggling like crazy. Merle would never admit it, but the never ending amusement River got out of his new profession really cracked him up. He was glad they were back to having fun with each other. River's ability to find the humor and sunshine in almost any situation was what he loved most about her. The fact that she had a twenty four carat gold pussy that no one but him had ever touched didn't hurt either.
Merle headed into the smoky garage, bending down and seizing River by the legs. He lifted her up, tossing her body over his shoulder so that her head was hanging down behind his back. She was wearing a pair of frayed denim shorts that were so short, half her ass was hanging out now that she was bent forward over his shoulder. Merle used his one good hand and gave her a solid whack across the bare part of her ass.
"What are you doing?," Rick hollered from near the door, "I thought we had other shit to do?"
"I'm makin' an arrest," Merle informed him as he pushed past Carol into the house, heading for the stairs.
Merle gave River a couple more good slaps on his way up the stairs. She squealed each time, the muscles in her legs stretching taunt as she squeezed her thighs together. He kicked their bedroom door shut behind him and threw her on the bed. She tossed her hair back out of her face and immediately started wiggling out of her clothes. The shimmy of her hips as she slid her shorts and panties down made Merle's dick go even harder inside his pants. With more clothes on and less appendages at his disposal, it took him a little longer to get his clothes off. By the time he was pulling his undershirt off over his head, River was naked and on her feet next to him, twirling a lock of her long hair around her fingers.
Once he rid himself of all his clothes, RIver raked her eyes over him. Her pupils were dilated from the weed she smoked and dark with her desire for him. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. She smiled at him before she bent forward, leaning down over the bed. Her back curved in as she tilted her hips up and back, revealing a glimpse of the soft pink folds between her legs. Her body tensed with anticipation as she watched him move behind her. He brought his hand down across her ass, aiming low to make sure the hit reverberated through to her clit. The audible crack of his palm on her flesh was followed by her high pitched squeal of pleasure. Her hands fisted into the bedsheets.
"Holy fuck," River cursed as her insides clenched. She was quick to nod her head when he asked her if she wanted another one. Two more and she was rocking her hips, ready to reach between her legs herself just to relieve the intense pulsing need inside her. He entered her with his fingers first, making her groan. His dick came next. Merle pushed inside her roughly but she was more than ready for him. It only took a few hard pumps before she was convulsing around him and gasping for air. Little black dots swam in front of her eyes. Her orgasm seemed to stretch on forever. Merle gripped her by the shoulder to anchor her body as his hips slammed into her ass over and over again. He spilled inside her, cursing as he dug his fingers into her flesh.
Merle flopped himself down onto the bed, swinging his legs up before he pulled River up next to him. She tucked herself into him, resting her head on his chest. Her body felt deliciously limp, the kind of relaxed she could only get after a few hard orgasms. Merle pressed a kiss into her hair, which smelled strongly of pot smoke.
"Shouldn't be smokin' that shit," he told her, his hand rubbing soft circles over her back.
"I know," River mumbled, "if the dead come and we're all high, it won't be good."
"Ya know that's not the reason," Merle said. River was doing a good job changing the subject though. He would give her that. Especially for someone that was stoned out of their head and probably dying for another swat on the ass. "Ya ain't her yer period since before the prison fell." And if he was remembering right, it was a while before the prison fell. Because he was already worried that she might be pregnant then. Before River could respond, their bedroom door was thrust open.
"Holy shit River!," Daryl hollered as he barged into their room without waiting for an invitation. "Are you knocked up again?" The excitement was clear in his voice. And it was also obvious to River that he was outside their door listening to them fuck. Which she was high enough to find hilarious instead of disgusting.
"Get the hell out, you nosy motherfucker," Merle hollered, "We're fuckin' naked in here, Daryl!" Not only was he naked, he was trying to have a private conversation with his wife. Not with the entire house and his stoned retard of a brother.
Instead of retreating from the room, Daryl headed towards River's side of the bed.
"Are you havin' anotha baby, fer real?," he asked. Merle shook his head at the both of them. Instead of making any attempt to cover her nudity, River was laughing. And Daryl was staring down at her still flat stomach skeptically, like he wasn't sure if he believed there might be a baby inside her.
"I'm pretty sure I am," River told him once she finally got control over her laughter. Daryl had a big smile on his face. It only got wider as he glanced over at his brother so he could offer the man his opinion on River's condition.
"I bet you couldn't even pull out of a parking space," Daryl announced.
"That's it," Merle hollered, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. He nabbed Daryl by the arm and drug him over to the bedroom door, pushing him out into the hall and slamming the door shut behind him. And then locking it like he should have in the first place. As he climbed back into bed, Merle could hear the sound of Daryl thundering down the stairs.
River was quick to snuggle back into his arms. Merle held her tight and kissed her lips under the soft weight of the throw blanket he pulled up from the foot of the bed to cover their bodies. Then he told River all the things he knew she needed to hear. He told her he loved her. And that everything was going to be alright. Because he was going to make sure that everything was alright.
