015. Audience [5]

I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
Love Bites, Def Leppard

Something was wrong.

Merle Dixon could feel it with every damn fiber of his being. Something was wrong and it was pissing him off. Because something was wrong with Daryl. And Darylina Ballarina wasn't fucking speaking to him. He'd get his panties in a twist and they'd start going at it. Got to the point Officer Friendly had to seperate their shifts after they both went tumbling down the stairs, punching and going for blood.

"Does it hurt?"

And while he was pissed off, he was also a little surprised to find Girlie handling his cuts and bruises. He'd tried to shake them all off – he'd been hurt worse and by stronger people than his baby brother – and had even stomped a foot at Hershel... And then he'd sent in Girlie. If Merle didn't know any better, he'd say the old farmer was aware of his little... Thing.. With Girlie.

But then he'd be dead from bleeding out from a buckshot to the ass.

Merle glared ahead, his back teeth mashed together and his fingers digging into his covers along with his metal cover digging into his side painfully. He was actually trying to behave... Which was fucking hard as Girlie was standing before him, between his legs, and working on a gash on his forehead, her perk little breast right infront of him and he could fucking tell she wasn't wearing a bra under her tank-top because of the heat.

Fucking torture is what this was. The soft feel of her skin – something he never thought he'd actually feel – was going to be imprinted in his brain and saved for a later session, that much was sure. Now he'd damn well know how she felt as he watched her fucking touch herself like the fucker he was.

He snorted and inwardly cursed as Girlie paused in surprise, her fingers pulling back as she tilted her head and tried to gauze that reaction, seeming to think she'd hurt him. Merle let his eyes flicker up to meet hers and he watched her bit her lip and he bit back a curse at the image of those lips on-

"Girlie, I'm fine. Stop yer damn mother hening already," he snapped, harsher than he meant to but damn if she didn't stop touching him.

She frowned and he saw her doe-like eyes flicker to her work on his forehead before she smoothed the pad of her thumb over the bandage she'd placed their and he growled before she yanked her hand back and took a step back... Which he was grateful for, but also annoyed that he wanted her back in his space.

"Why were you fighting?"

Her voice was soft and he almost hadn't realized she talked, except he'd seen those pink lips move and it took him awhile to catch up with his thoughts to process them before narrowing his eyes at her. She bit her lip again and he grunted before standing, causing her to step back further from him but still stand in his cell where he'd tried to find some peace away from everyone.

"Go ask mah brother. He's the fucker that started it," he grunted and she paused, tilting her head at him.

He watched her maul his words over and he took the time to really take in her look. That sinful black tank-top needed to fucking go and Girlie needed to start wearing a bra and shorts that covered more than her ass! Not just because he liked it – fuck! - but because he saw the way them little shit teenage boys ogled her. Hell he ogled her, but them boys weren't him and they didn't have his control.

"I wanna hear it from you," she spoke up and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Tough shit, then. Aint got anything ta tell ya. Darylina's just being a pussy bitch lately. Wanna know why, yer guess as good as mine cause his ass aint tellin me shit," he spat, crossing his arms over his chest, glad he'd removed his blade before doing so.

He raised a brow as he saw Girlie's eyes flicker over his arms and a slow wolfish grin split across his face. He saw girls cheeks blossom with color as she realized he'd caught her staring. Oh if only Girlie knew just how much of he he'd seen. Hell he'd never get the image of her stretched out on her bed in her panties and bra like she'd been last night, playing with herself and biting her fist to keep from making any noise. It had been her hotest show yet, and he'd been the only one privy to it. And girl didn't even know!

"Okay... I'll ask him then..." She gulped, clearing her throat and not looking him in the face.

Oh he wanted so badly to say something about that and give her shit. The way her body was flushing just from being caught was pretty fucking hilarious but also pretty damn cock steering and he bet he could get her all riled up and going if he said what he wanted to say... But he wouldn't. Not yet anyway.

"You do that, sugar cube," he drawled thickly, watching her gulp and face lush as he made sure to change the way his tone sounded, making his voice husky.

He snickered as she ducked out of the cell, eyes flickering to watch her ass. Once she was gone, he yanked his sheet closed and stepped back to fall into his bunk. He drew the cover he had ready around his bunk for extra privacy. He'd been fucking hard since Girl put her hands on him and he needed a fucking release!

-0-

Beth tried to chase him down. She tried to ask him why he was acting so hostile and strange with Merle and the others, but everytime she'd get to him he'd be gone or bark at her to back off and storm away from her... And it was confusing.

Her time with Merle had left her feeling a little raw and wound up. Touching him at been harder than she thought it would. His skin was warm and she'd been standing between his legs. She hadn't worn a bra and she knew he could see her nipple harden under his gaze, hoping he thought it was just from her skin being sweaty and clammy from the heat or something like that... And she'd chosen the wrong day to wear the few pairs of comfortable shorts she had. They were just a little snug, but they felt nice and let her legs breath... But she wished she'd worn longer ones today.

Her stomach fluttered and head pooled in that growing familiar way and she felt a sense of mortification as she could ifeel/i she was getting turned on and wet! And while she was walking around the prison... Oh God how embarassing!

She wanted to run back to her cell. In her cell at night, she was more comfortable with this kind of thought or thing happen. But out in the open in the middle of the day was mortifying and she picked up speed, once again hoping to try and get Daryl to talk to her before she'd give him space and try again later.

-0-

Daryl's eyes were closed and he grit his teeth, biting down the pathetic whimpers that threatened to escape from him as he pumped his hand, hidden away in a cell he'd cleared out. He kept an ear out for any walkers or one of the group members while also biting down curses and feeling like shit.

Why? Why the fuck did he have to see that? He'd only been going to head back to her cell to ask her if she'd be willing to take over one of his shifts so he and Merle could go hunting today but then he'd seen her take off her clothes and stretch out like a fucking cat in her bra and panties.

And then the way she'd started touching herself-

"Fuck!" Daryl gasped, banging his head back against the wall of the cell as that image sent a pleasurable spark to his groin and his hands went fast, jerking wildly and praying for this all to fucking end!

Fuck this was Beth! Beth Greene! The girl he'd been traveling with for months, had helped protect. The same Beth who cared for Li'l Asskicker. The same Beth who was Maggie's little sister and Hershel's fucking kid! She was a fucking kid-

'Aint nobody a kid anymore. 'sides girls gotta be hittin eighteen-nineteen by now!' a little voice spoke up, snickering in his ear like a little devil on his shoulder. 'Aint no kid got a body like that either, man. All legs and you saw that tight looking little ass-!'

"Shuddup!" he croaked, his hips meeting his hand as he pumped once, twice... Then he was spent, cursing and clawing at his crossbow still in his freehand as his head smacked hard against the wall once again.

He panted, continuing to smack his head back against the concrete wall of the cell as his relief – his shame – finished up, leaving his body a buzz and his head thrumming with pain. He breathed in and out his nose sharply as he steadied himself and tried not to feel sick.

He was a sick fuck... He was just as bad as fucking Merle, thinking of Beth like that... Letting the image of her stretched out practically naked in her room, unaware she was being watched as she tried to find some relief.. .Hell he couldn't condemn her for that. She was young and hormones and shit. He knew that shit well... But fuck why couldn't she have had that curtain of hers closed!

'Maybe she wanted someone to watch her, man. Maybe little girl is a little wild like that,' the little voice spoke up with a purr and Daryl grit his teeth.

No way. Beth hadn't wanted that. Beth wasn't like that... But the thought of it made his cock stir once more and he cursed, slamming his fist into the wall, reveling in the pain and the way it stunted his attempted erection, letting it mingle with the pain he'd obtained earlier from fighting with Merle.

... Fuck! Daryl hung his head and placed it against the cool concrete and closed his eyes, giving himself some more time to gather himself... Just a little time...

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