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"I saw you."
Beth looks up from the ground where she's ploughing the dirt, blinking against the bright hot sun bracketing Rick's shoulders.
He's no longer wearing his uniform, not really. Just the pants and a wife beater now. Some days, not a wife beater at all. It's a sight that's stirred something for her this past week, as has Daryl's flexing arms.
"Mr Grimes," Beth replies.
"Rick," he corrects automatically, his hands braced on his hips.
"Rick," she relents.
"I saw you," he repeats with a squinted eye.
"I know," Beth answers, positive he's only talking about one thing.
"Daryl's a lot older than you," he continues, confirming her suspicions.
Beth smiles at the loose soil beneath her hands. "So are you."
There's a beat of silence and then he hisses, "what you talkin' 'bout?"
She glances up again, blinking through her unbound hair. "That's what you've been usin' as your argument right? Daryl's too old for me so you are too."
Rick flushes pink, from the sun or her brutality she's not sure. "I'm married. My kid is up in your house recoverin' from bein' shot. My wife is pregnant."
"Your kid's alive an' your wife is screwin' your best friend, an' we both know the baby's his," Beth answers dispassionately. "You ain't got nothin' to feel guilty 'bout. It's okay to wanna screw young girls, Rick. Hell, your wife screwed your partner. Probably still is 'cause she don't like how hard you go in on her."
She continues to plough at the ground when Rick's shadow looms over her, quick as lightening, covering her as his hand plunges into her hair and tears her neck back on her shoulders with a zinging hot scream of pain through her tendons.
"I know how young girls like you wanna be screwed," he hisses in her ear.
Beth laughs into the afternoon sun and she means it. She means it because Rick's sharp grip in her hair is burning through her body like the meaning of life and her raging arousal is stampeding all through her veins.
"Careful, Mr Grimes, someone might see you. The real you."
He growls as he throws her head away, rocking up to his feet again. "You don't know me."
She laughs softly. "I know you, Rick. I know what you want. I know you."
He walks away.