A/N – I asked my husband to give me a female name of a Walking Dead character for my next Merle hook-up. He gave me Beth, so I give you Merle and Beth.
Merle prowled his cell, cracked his neck when he rotated it from side to side. He bounced on the balls of his feet for a few moments and then paced some more. This shit never got any easier.
He glanced at the bed and smiled at the angel eyes staring back at him. "Don't worry darlin' it won't be long." The wide grey eyes stare unblinkingly even as a pained moan reaches their ears.
He watches as tears form in the eyes and slide down the pale cheeks. "Shh, don't worry sweetheart, it's gonna be fine, was fine before, it'll be fine again. Don't worry now." He moves to the bed and gathers the frail body in his arms.
A body he'd kill for, a body he had killed for. A body he'd die for. He'd never known love until this angel in his arms had come into his life a few years ago.
Suddenly a cry sweeps through the cell block and he stiffens. "It's time darlin', we gotta go." He stands and cradles his angel to him. Then he scoops up the other bundle and strides down two cells.
The sight that greets him never fails to humble him. His woman, naked, bleeding and sweating as she births their third child. She's no angel this one, she's flesh and blood and bone and sinew. Strength and muscle beyond compare.
That she would not only gift him with a child in this life they have now, but that she'd gift him with three was something he'd never dreamed of in any life. Standing with their other children cradled to him, Merle watched as their third child screamed. "Do we got a boy or a girl Herschel?" They've already got one of both, so the sex doesn't matter at all.
"A girl, I've got another granddaughter." Herschel has tears in his eyes, Merle won't admit to it but he's a little misty himself.
"Well buckaroo, we're definitely outnumbered now." He says to his sleepy son. He holds both children to him as he watches his newborn daughter be cleaned up and set at her mother's breast.
Beth rolls her eyes at him as his eyes light up. "Dirty old man." She says with a laughing wince as their daughter starts nursing.
"What you love about me darlin'." Merle answers her with a grin. He leans down and carefully drops a kiss on her upturned face, her doe eyes blink at him tiredly. "I'll get these two back to bed and be back yeah?" He asks as he stands up again, children balanced perfectly in his arms.
"Yes Daddy." Herschel laughs as Maggie snorts and Merle pretends to growl at her. Shaking his head at his woman's never-ending sass he leaves her to it for the time being.
Merle settles his children down and then returns to Beth. He shoehorns himself carefully in beside her and holds her to him as she holds their newest daughter.
"Decided on a name yet?" He asks quietly as he strokes her downy hair. She has a full head of it at present.
"No, you thought of anything?" Beth snuggles and Merle lets her get comfortable before he tightens his hold a little.
"Kinda', you know how I call Daryl Darylena sometimes?" Merle asks in a whisper. Beth nods. "Well, I like Lena, what about you?"
He waits while Beth thinks it over, he hears her murmur the name several times to herself. "I like it, Lena what though? I know we don't do surnames, but we gave the other's middle names."
Merle thinks about a middle name, "Well, I like bible names too, old ones. Magdalene maybe? Or do you think that's bad for her?"
He feels Beth's still sweaty hair catch in his shirt as she shakes her head. "No, Lena Magdalene, I like it. Doesn't matter what other's think, she's our daughter."
Merle snorts, "She sure is."
A few months later Merle snarls at Rick as he tries to service one of the two remaining vehicles they have still working. Rick laughs at him and Merle snarls more. Shaking his head Rick leaves him alone to stew in his own venom.
A light footfall sometime later alerts him to company. "Rick, I done fuckin' told you, I'm doin' my fuckin' best, but if you keep botherin' me I'm gonna cut the fuckin' fuel lines on this piece of shit and be fuckin' done with it."
The footfalls stop and a light cough greets him. Rolling the dolly out Merle glares up, but it's not Rick's face he sees. "Fuck, sorry darlin'," He greets Beth. She just grins at him.
"It's okay, sounds like you're a little like a bear with a sore head today." Merle just grumbles. He stands and moves into the van, sitting down and taking up the bottle of water he'd brought out with him. He's sweaty and grease-stained and wants nothing more than a cold shower and to fuck his woman.
She surprises him when her arms slide around his waist and she presses soft open-mouthed kisses across his back, at the bottom of his shoulder blades where she can reach. Merle feels her breasts, full of milk pillow against his back, just above his waist band.
"Darlin'," He moans in protest and moves to catch her hands as they begin to slide across his trousers, palming his cock as they do so.
Beth surprises him by pushing him further into the van and climbing in after him. She's on him in a rush of warm limbs and dangling hair as she bats away his own hands as they try to stop her.
"I'm fine, we're fine. I need you inside me as much as you need inside." Merle looks up at her in the shadows of the van.
"You got the call clear?" He questioned her.
"I did, you gonna make use of the little free time I've got now…darlin'?" She questioned him with a fey smile, her eyes nearly glowing like a creature of the night as she smiled down at him.
"Well…darlin', you want to fuck me, then you go right on ahead." Merle can't help himself, he loves to tease and get his woman riled up. She falls for it every time.
He's conveniently forgotten that after the first couple of times though, Beth usually manages to shock the ever-loving shit out of him.
And this time is no exception. Merle watches, saliva pooling in his mouth as his woman kneels up and begins to strip. When she is naked she begins to strip him as well.
Prosthetic, boots clothes. The air in the van is steaming, scented with their joint arousal now, the windows fully fogged over.
Though he'll deny it forever Merle mewls when Beth moves around and straddles him as she maneuvers herself back so her pussy is over his face.
Leaning up, Merle brackets her hips even as he moans into her as she envelops his cock in her wet mouth.
Merle is being taken, his woman has him in her grip, literally and she's taking him how she wants in no uncertain terms.
Sucking him down hard and fast. It's nasty and feral and so surprisingly Beth. She was as base as a woman could be and still be a woman Merle thought sometimes.
He moaned as he licked at her even as he began to thrust his hips up into her mouth. Merle felt his eyes roll as Beth took him all the way down. He felt her fingers cruising over his sac and his balls draw up as her ragged fingernails scratched him.
His hips begin to move despite her attempts to keep him still.
He can't be stilled when she is like this with him. Sometimes in the deepest part of him he thinks she deliberately riles him to release his animal side, so she can be taken.
Not forced.
He'd never do that. But he can and does take her, more often that he'd prefer to be honest. But then she does that to him. "Fuck." He groans quietly as Beth releases him from her mouth. He licks into her knowing he doesn't have much time.
His tongue flicks against her clit and he feels her wetness coat his face. Merle's nose is buried in her ass and he inhales deeply, trying to imprint Beth's musky womanly scent inside him so every time he breathes in the future, he'll smell her.
It never works, but he never stops trying.
"Take me in woman, hurry up now." He orders Beth as she kneels up and shuffles forward. He watches her softer though still lean figure move down his body. Three children had wrought changes. She was still a skinny ass, but she had some curves now instead of just angles.
Her breasts were fuller though when she stopped breastfeeding they'd reduce in size greatly. Merle was just grateful they didn't sag. Say what you want but small breasted women had it over large tits in his eyes. No sagging and more often than not, their nipples were sensitive enough to cause them to orgasm without a touch on their pussy.
Not being able to help himself at the thought of fucking his Beth soon, Merle landed a slap across her ass. She jumped and he saw her asshole wink at him making him chuckle.
"Only you would think that was funny Merle Dixon." Beth grouses at him as she finally gets herself situated. Merle can see her skin gleaming with sweat now, just as his is. His arms come up to bracket her hips and he helps her settle on him.
"Yes, yes." Beth draws out the second yes.
"Better than your chink can do darlin'?" Merle questioned darkly as he fucked up into her hard and fast a couple of times before letting her set the pace.
He loved being ridden and was more than happy to let Beth set the pace when she did. He was fully aware that most times she preferred to be under him, having him surround her.
"Oh hush now, that was just a dream and you know it. I wish I'd never told you now." Merle grinned as he heard Beth mutter at him.
"But darlin' you did tell me and you know I like different. I'm thinkin' I should ask your Glenn to maybe take part with us one day. He can take your back door and I'll take your front." He feels Beth's pussy clench down on him and grins harder. "Or vice versa. Whatever you want."
"What I want Merle is for you to hurry up and take me. Or so help me you won't get anything from me for another week at least." Beth threatened him.
And Merle heeled. When Beth threatened no sex, she meant no sex. It wasn't something she did normally. Only once had she done it in all their years together. She just wasn't the type of woman to withhold sex to get her own way.
It was a measure of how needy she herself was that she was doing it now. Merle realised and accepted that, and so he did as she asked. How could he not?
Reaching out with his left hand, Merle yanks on Beth's sloppy braid to pull her back. He grins again as Beth moans and comes willingly, almost pushing herself back. She lies down on top of Merle, her back to his front.
"Ride me now woman, c'mon." He says to her as he fucks his hips up into her warmth again. Beth moans and squeezes him in response. "That's it girl, take me in, take me all in."
Merle's right arm bands around Beth's hips, holding her on top him as he clenches his stomach muscles and sits up taking Beth with him. Beth moans again as he shifts inside her and holds him tighter.
"Yes, that's it." Merle mutters as he lets her braid go and moves his left hand around to her breasts. He kneads them, plucking her already distended nipples harshly enough that he feels liquid ooze out of them.
"Oh baby, you came to me full?" He questioned breathlessly. "Oh fuck." Merle's left hand moves to his mouth and he slurps up the milk he's caused Beth to spill, his tongue swiping over his hand and fingers like a wet, wriggling snake.
"Fuck girl, you're gonna kill me one day." He feels more than hears Beth laugh at him and he rolls his eyes again. Yes, he was exaggerating, but still.
His woman, this petite thing that for some fucking reason he still didn't understand he'd fallen in love with, knew him inside and out. And he was okay with that.
Merle bit into the back of Beth's neck as his right arm rubbed over her clit. She moaned loudly now, her inner muscles clenching down on Merle ferociously.
"Yeah, c'mon girl, make me come now. Been without you too long." Sucking at the back of Beth's neck Merle snaps his hips forward and rams inside Beth as hard as he can.
Beth moans and her hips rotate on Merle's cock making Merle's eyes cross in pleasure. He feels his balls draw up and his left hand moves back to Beth's breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples.
Feeling Beth's own hands replace his right arm at her clit Merle looks over her shoulder, watches her slender fingers play her own body like a finely turned banjo.
And that sight, the sight of Beth's fingers delving into her own body to help herself get off is too much for Merle. It gets him off every time. Just like now.
Balls drawing up, Merle feels his cock spurt inside his woman as his eyes close, his arms banding Beth tightly to him.
"Yes baby, so good." He murmurs as he finally stops coming. He can feel liquid dripping on his forearm as he comes down from his orgasm.
"Hmm, you'd best clean me up now." Beth says softly.
Merle helps her move off his softening cock. He can't help sliding his stump through her pussy, gathering up her juices and his come on it and licking himself clean.
But that isn't what she'd meant by cleaning her up he knew. Laying Beth back a little, Merle makes sure she is comfortable.
Looking up at her he grins and Beth shakes her head wryly. "Go on now Dixon." She says as she rolls her eyes.
Huffing a little Merle is still smiling as he takes her nipple between his lips and begins to suck.
Flicking at Beth's nipple as he does so, he slowly drains her of milk, swallowing it as he suckles from her.
Finishing with one breast, Merle moves to her other breast, this time he accompanies his suckling with a hand between Beth's legs. His thumb riding her clit as his fingers push slowly inside her.
Sliding over her walls, fucking in and out as he slowly pushes her to an orgasm.
Feeling Beth's body begin to grow taut with the need to come again Merle begins to suck strongly now, then looking up he sees Beth's eyes closed, her head tilted back.
And grinning wickedly around her nipple, Merle bites down on it as his fingers ram inside her pussy, his thumb circling her clit the whole time. "Oh God."
Still grinning around Beth's nipple, Merle pulls off long enough to answer. "Oh no darlin', just Merle." He looks up long enough to see Beth poke her tongue out at him. "Oh, teasing are we? I'll take you up on that offer after dinner tonight."
Beth went to answer him, but Merle sucked and bit on her nipple again and it pushed her over the edge into another orgasm.
Merle keeps touching her as she comes and it's only when she winces a little that he stops moving inside her. Pulling his head back he kisses and licks at the spilled milk on her torso as he slowly withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.
When he sits back a little he realises how hot it is in the van. And how much the van smells like sex. The windows are well and truly fogged over now too.
"Shit, ain't no way people aren't gonna know we got off in here." He grumbles as he starts to get dressed again.
"Let them. They'll be envious is all." Merle looks at Beth and grins.
"True enough darlin', true enough."