This is what I wrote for requests by Dixon11 and Mexican-Canadian. Hope I did you proud!
Nurse Beth
Merle Dixon was a black hearted, misogynistic, racist, pig headed, misanthropic asshole on a good day. Today was not a good day.
He had survived the governor's gunshot. Barely. The bullet had shattered two ribs and penetrated a lung and it was a miracle that Hershel was able to save him. The first week he had spent in a stupor on pain medication. That had been the easy part. Then they ran out. Merle, you can't resume activity for at least another two weeks. Hershel's words echoed in his head. Between Daryl and Beth and a lot of books from the prison library they had chiseled out another week without major incident. Now they had another seven days to go and Merle was meaner than a rattlesnake with a splinter.
He hated that he needed help sitting up. He hated that he needed help standing up. He hated that he could hardly make it to the bathroom with help. He hated that he got out of breath just eating. He hated that he wasn't contributing. He hated that people were telling him to take it easy. He hated that he couldn't shower. He hated hearing the baby cry, hearing women cry, hearing people talk in hushed tones near his door and he really hated hearing people having sex. "Can't ya just fuckin' blow him? Have ta hear that shit?" he bellowed late one night when he heard Maggie's low moan.
"Merle Dixon, hush up!" shushed Beth who was in the bunk opposite. She refused to leave his side the first two weeks but now she was thinking of getting as far away from him as she could. He had just been…..nasty! And there was no room for that in Beth's world. When he had first arrived at the prison the attraction was instantaneous. They tried to keep relationship a secret- until they were caught in flagrante delicto in the motor pool one fine summer evening. She knew she loved him. He had never said it out loud but she knew he loved her. She figured that HE just might not know it yet. And then he had to go do that stupid noble thing that almost got him killed. Her eyes filled with tears at the memory of his limp body lying in the back of the prison van.
Merle was glaring at her. First she's telling him to shut up then she's cryin' and looking at him all pie eyed. He loved her more than anything or anyone in his whole life, but he damned sure wasn't going to be hushed. "Whadyou say ta me?" he asked in a menacing whisper. Beth looked him in the eye and said, "I said hush Merle. Everyone admires what you did and everyone is sad that you're laid up but they're tired of you being a noodge. All of us, you included are just going to have to grin and bear it."
Merle's eyes snapped from across the room. "Well I'll tell you what sister. Anybody, you included, that thinks I'm bein' a noodge CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES!" he snarled. Beth's mouth dropped open and Merle saw the flash of hurt cross her face. He had talked like that about to people before but he had never talked like that in reference to her. Her chin trembled as she looked at him. "All right Merle. I'll take your advice into consideration," she said softly. She turned out the lantern and turned her back to him, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. She sniffed the tears back and closed her eyes. She needed to be centered to do this.
Merle glared at Beth's back. He really wanted to fight, to hate but she refused. "Fine," he snarled, yanking his blanket up and snorting in pain as his stitches pulled. He switched his glare to the ceiling above him. God he hated that fucking ceiling. He hated this bed, this cell, this whole fucking prison. When he was able to walk he'd walk right out that fucking gate.
He heard her shifting under the covers and frowned at nothing in particular. Then he heard a soft moan from the other side of the room. Moanin in her sleep, he thought. Must be thinkin' of ole Merle. The rustling became louder and he turned his head to look. She had stripped off her tank top and boxers and was lying nude on top of the blanket. Her hands were pinching her nipples and her pert little ass was rubbing on the rough blanket. Fuck, he thought. Don't want nobody walking by and seein' what's mine, he thought as he remembered the blankets they used for privacy were not up right now. Beth's graceful hand trailed down her stomach and he heard the soft smacking sound of her fingers running along her wet slit.
"Little girl," he hissed. "Wake up." Beth's wet fingers came to her mouth and she sucked them. "I'm awake," she whispered. "I'm just doing what you told me." And with that she brought both hands down to her pussy and worked it until she twitched and moaned. Merle was looking at her in wonder and rage, his cock was throbbing against his belly. Jesus he could fucking smell her. Beth smiled without looking at him, stretched luxuriously and got under the blanket. "Night baby,' she said.
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Beth smiled as she handed bowls of breakfast out. She felt so much more relaxed now that she'd rubbed one out. She didn't realize how much she missed Merle's attentions. She frowned. If she missed him that much…she thought about how much he must be missing her and how he was hurt and couldn't do much of anything but watch. Her tender heart broke a little for him. She loved him so much. She was going to do something extra special today for her brave soldier.
"Hey big man," she smiled as she entered the cell with a bowl of hot oatmeal and a cup of coffee. She had stolen some rationed sugar and given his cereal a generous dousing and she had given him extra evaporated milk. Merle's eyes narrowed and face became icy. "Come ta kick me in the face?" he asked pointedly. "Nope," she said cheerfully as she helped him sit up. "I brought your breakfast then I'm going to check your bandages. I've got some things that might keep you busy til I'm done with Judith this morning then you get a surprise." Merle was already inhaling the oatmeal and between bites he muttered something that sounded like 'hand grenade'.
When he was done she took his dishes then checked his bandages. She shook her head in wonder. The antibiotics Daryl had risked his life for had been dangerously strong but were apparently working. She smiled and wrapped Merle back up involuntarily pausing as she looked longingly at his nipple. She sighed. That would be for later.
She set him up with a fresh book and with a knife sharpener and some knives to keep him busy. She kissed him on the corner of his mouth but his lips didn't move and he stared resolutely at the wall as she left.
It took her a while to assemble everything after Judith went down. Luckily Merle had taken a nap after lunch and was starting to wake up. Daryl helped him to the bathroom and with urging from Beth helped Merle to shave, brush his teeth and shampoo his hair. She knew he'd feel better if he was cleaned up. Daryl brought him to the kitchen and Carol cut Merle's hair, something else that Beth knew had also been bothering him. He hated his curls and preferred to keep his hair military short.
When Carol and Daryl got him back to the cell he saw that Beth had hung privacy blankets all around. He wouldn't admit to being tired but there was some strain around his eyes and he grimaced when they sat him on his bunk. Carol patted him on the arm as they left. "I hear you have a surprise," she said mischievously as she left. Merle snorted and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes.
A few minutes later Beth entered looking impossibly cheerful. She was carrying clean clothes that she put down on her bunk. Underneath she had held a clipboard and was consulting it. "Hello Mr. Dixon," she said briskly. "My name is Beth and I'm your nurse today. I see a sponge bath is in order." Merle opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise. She was wearing a pair of scrubs that she found in the infirmary and a broken stethoscope hung around her neck. The stick part of a lollipop suck out from one of her front pockets. "If you're a good patient," she said pulling the lollipop out, "you'll get a treat. Do you think you're up for a treat today Mr. Dixon?"
"The fuck?" asked Merle. Beth frowned. "This is a Christian hospital Mr. Dixon. I'll have to ask you to refrain from profanity." Merle sucked on his teeth. "That right?" he drawled. "Guess I never been here before. Ya might have ta show me the ropes." Beth wrote something on her clipboard and smiled. "That's exactly what I'm here for Mr. Dixon." She busied herself with the bucket of hot soapy water that Carol had placed inside the door. "We'll start with your neck and back." She carefully helped him out of his wifebeater and cargo pants and put them in the laundry pile.
Beth gently situated him so he sat on the long edge of the bed and she carefully climbed behind him with a cloth soaked in the water. She helped support him as she rubbed firm circles into the base of his skull, behind his ears and down the column of his neck. He dropped his head to the front and the tension slowly leaked out of his shoulders with her firm strokes. She knew his neck was stiff from craning his head to see while he was lying down so she paid extra attention to the base of his neck and his shoulders. She worked her way down his muscular trunk to the small of his back where a faint patch of hair peeked out from his boxers.
She set the cloth aside and pressed her chest against him, softly kissing the breadth of his shoulders. "Thought this was a Christian hospital," he quietly rasped. She ran her hands briefly up and down his back. "I'm helping you dry. I learned it in nursing school," she said softly.
She carefully climbed out from behind him. He lazily regarded her from under half lidded eyes. "Now the front," she said with a smile. "I'll need you to lie back." He straightened and she helped him to lie back against the pillows. "I'll change your bedding and clothes when we're done with this," she said reassuringly.
She sat near his shoulder and gently wiped his face and neck, brushing any stray hairs away from his hair cut. Then she started on his chest and shoulders, taking one arm at a time and thoroughly sudsing then rinsing everything that wasn't bandaged. She massaged his left hand until his eyes closed and the hand relaxed then she clipped his nails with clippers she had in her pocket. She gingerly washed his stomach and sides marveling at how good he felt under her. She could feel the heat coming out of his boxers and she smiled. She rose and leaned forward, sucking one flat nipple sharply. Merle hissed and swore under his breath shuddering, his arm coming up to hold her head in place.
She lifted her head to nip at the other and Merle groaned. "Just testing your reflexes Mr. Dixon, nothing to get nervous about." She saw Merle smirk and she kissed the middle of his chest. She straightened and moved to his knees, perching on the side of the bed and scrubbed his feet and lower legs. She clipped his nails and used her fingers to rub the arches of his feet. She smiled when she heard his moan. "Learn that in school too Missy?"
"I did," she said innocently. "Do you like it? I'm practicing my techniques to stimulate circulation in different areas of the body. And my name is Beth, not Missy." She looked down at her nametag. Ramirez. "Beth Ramirez," she stated. Merle chuckled. "Didn't figure ya fer no beaner, Beth" he rumbled. She laughed softly. "Many Latinos are quite fair, we don't all have dark skin and eyes. Why you'd be surprised how light my nipples are. You know, if you ever saw them." Beth heard Merle swallow hard and she tried not to laugh.
She made her way up his thighs being sure to soap and massage the fronts and the backs to sooth out any knots. He was unconsciously thrusting his hips with her strokes and she could see that the Dixon pride was at full mast. "I'm sorry Mr. Dixon," she said. "But because of your….condition…..I'm going to have to remove your underwear to finish. I want to assure you that I'm a professional and there's no need to be embarrassed." Merle grunted. "Theys gonna pop off in a minute," he grumbled.
She rose and helped pull him out of his boxers. She looked at her man lying on the bunk and was awed at his beauty. She wanted to sit on that pole but knew his injury couldn't take it. Instead she gently leaned over him so that her overlarge scrub shirt gaped open at the neck. She nuzzled the soft skin in front of his ear and nipped the lobe and he turned to her, pulling her head into a long rough kiss. She came up panting and his eyes went to the naked breasts dangling under her scrub shirt. He pulled her shirt up and tugged her until she eased herself over him and he captured her breast in his greedy mouth. He groaned and kneaded the other breast in his hand. His mouth was driving her crazy, sucking and pulling and biting. She could feel herself soaking the scrub pants.
She pulled herself away and looked into the eyes of a man that in different circumstances would have thrown her against the cell door and taken her standing up. She bent to kiss him, letting his mouth consume her and reveling in the feeling of his tongue demanding entry. This time it was she who was groaning. She wanted his tongue demanding entry to an entirely different place.
"I have to finish your bath Mr. Dixon," she corrected. She stood and in fluid movements removed the scrubs to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties either. Her ponytail streamed over the front of her shoulder almost reaching her nipple on one side. Merle thought he'd never seen anything so fucking hot in his life.
Beth sat alongside his hip and used the warm soapy water to clean his hips and the triangle of pubic hair that encircled his shaft, then firmly washed the shaft itself. She lovingly cleansed his balls, softly pulling on them and watching a bead of pre cum form on the purple tip of his cock. She firmly spread his legs and, kissing his inner thigh, worked a tighter and tighter circle around his asshole with the cloth. Merle was twitching and his hand snaked down to pump his cock as the tip of her finger finally gained entry. She pushed his hand away so she could capture his cock in her mouth as she slowly wiggled her finger against his prostate.
Merle was uttering a soft stream of profanity and sweating as his hips jerked. "Mr. Dixon," she admonished. "I'm going to have to hold you down." At this Beth backed up and, as carefully as she could, straddled his face and bent forward to take his cock in her mouth again. She almost screamed when his tongue forced into her then attacked her clit. She could hardly concentrated on what she was doing because soon there was one finger, then two that were deep inside her touching that spot and she began to shake. She couldn't collapse though, she would hurt him and that thought allowed her to attack him anew, working his ass and his balls with her hands as she worked the head of his cock.
In seconds Merle tensed then roared as the orgasm ripped through him, bringing ecstasy then pain. As Beth milked him, humming, he finished her and greedily lapped the juices that flowed into his mouth as she shook and cried out. When Beth recovered she gingerly climbed off of the bed and sat near his shoulder stroking his hair. His eyes were closed and she knew he was gritting his teeth against the pain. "I'm so sorry baby," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I shouldn't have, I hurt you."
Merle shook his head. "Wouldnta missed that fer the world darlin'," he said quietly. She stroked his hair until he relaxed in sleep and she got a clean pair of boxers on him and tucked the blanket in around him. She got her everyday clothes on and delivered the scrubs to the laundry room where Daryl was watching Carol scrub stains out of clothes. Beth smiled at the both of them and dumped the scrubs and Merle's dirty clothes into the dirty laundry pile. She didn't know that the couple had come in here to escape the escalating noise coming from the room where Merle was recovering.
Carol watched Beth's back exit through the doorway then gave a knowing look at the laundry pile as she smiled. Daryl looked between the pile and Carol a few times then went over to investigate. He found Merle's underwear and a pair of women's scrubs with a sucker in the pocket. He peered through his long bangs at Carol then softly snorted. "Ya know," he said as he resumed his place, the sucker now in his mouth. "That gunshot I got never did heal right. Bothers me alla time. I probably oughtta have it looked at, might be infected."
Carol rinsed the shirt she was holding then frowned at the stubborn stain that remained. "I'm sure Hershel has time," she said distractedly. "Not Hershel," said Daryl. "I was thinking more like a nurse instead of a doctor." Carol's lips quirked into a one sided smile. "That can probably happen Dixon," she answered.
Please R&R. I published a new story two days ago and only have 2 reviews. This kind of thing really takes the winds out of a writer's sails…..so please let me know what you like or didn't like!
