Hi again! I started this one last night and I almost got it out, but I started getting so sleepy so I made myself stop typing. There's no telling what this might have looked like had I not stopped when I did. LOL! Anyways, this chapter started with a certain direction in mind and then it got somewhat mixed up(twice now) and this is the result I got. So it's not what I had intended, but I still think its good all the same. I hope y'all will agree with me! Let me know your thoughts!
Beth thought about what Merle had said while she was in the shower. She couldn't believe he was going to continue the training after what had happened between them. She had been sure that he would just stop, especially after the way he had acted.
She sighed and rested her head against the shower wall as the cold water cascaded over her shoulders. She had the whole shower block to herself since everyone else either took theirs in the morning or in the evening. It was almost lunch time now but she surprisingly wasn't that hungry. She just wanted to get clean again. She finished up her shower and dried off before putting on her clean clothes. Instead of going back towards the cellblock to go to the outside, she turned down one of the hallways that led to another area of the prison.
She definitely wasn't going to go rushing out to find Merle Dixon. Just because he said to "jump" didn't mean she was going to obey. She would let him see how it felt to wait outside for her to show up. She knew he was going to be in rare form when she didn't show, but at the moment she was willing to risk it. Besides, she was kind of tired still. She hadn't slept all that well in the truck and she really didn't feel like being put through his drills today. She knew he would lay it on her too, especially since he was obviously mad about something.
He was a hard man to figure out sometimes. She wanted to learn more about him, but he was so closed off to emotions that she knew it would be almost impossible. She was starting to see more similarities between the Dixon brothers than she had originally thought. Still, there was something about Merle that just made her insides twist and tingle. It seemed as if the more angry he got at her, the more she wanted him. She didn't really understand that at all.
She wandered the hallways, stopping to peer into the empty rooms and cells that she passed. She didn't think she had ever traveled this far before and before too long she started to wonder if maybe she had traveled too far. It had been quite some time since she had left her cell to go and shower. She wondered if Merle was still out there waiting for her. She figured he had probably stormed off in a temper and gone to her cell to look for her. She snickered as she imagined how his face would look when he didn't find her. It served him right.
She sighed and turned around in the middle of the hallway to head back in the other direction. She had barely taken two steps when she heard a noise behind her. Glancing over her shoulder she saw the telltale shadow of a walker. Bracing herself, she reached for her knife and prepared to take it down. Its raspy groans echoed through the prison hallways and she shivered at the eerie sounding noise. The walker rounded the corner and she tightened her grip, waiting on it to come closer to her. As it began closing the gap, she prepared to strike but her attention was averted to more shadows coming behind it. She swallowed hard as a dozen or so walkers rounded the corner behind the first.
She made a big mistake then. She screamed.
Merle was fuming as he entered the shower block in his search to locate Beth. She hadn't been in her cell or outside and now he hadn't found her in the showers either. He should have known the girl would try to get out of the training. He was headed back towards their cellblock to check the other cells when he heard the faint scream. He paused, cocking his head towards the tombs. He frowned, but he didn't hear anything else. He couldn't ignore the feeling that something wasn't right though and he proceeded down the hallway after checking to make sure his blade was secure.
He traveled quite a bit and was about to give up his search when he heard noises again. He listened again and heard the sounds of walkers shuffling about. It was then that he heard her gasp. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath.
Taking a deep breath, he turned a corner and let out another muttered oath at the sight that greeted him. Beth was pressed against a wall kicking and slashing out with her knife. He could see two walker bodies on the ground already and from the looks of it, there were at least ten more pouring into the small space. He immediately jumped in and stabbed his blade through the face of one that was getting too close to her. She jumped in surprise and then he saw the look of relief cross over her face before it was once again replaced with fear.
"Ya got this. Ain't nothin' ya can't handle," He told her as he sunk his blade through the chin of another walker.
They worked side by side, taking down walkers until the room was finally cleared of the last of them. He surveyed the damage and paused a moment to catch his breath. Surprisingly she had held her shit together and he hadn't had to jump in and save her aside from that one time. He leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway from her and met her gaze. She grinned slowly at what they had accomplished and he felt himself smile in return.
She had blood and guts all over her and he was sure he looked the same, but he found himself being pulled to her despite his will. She looked over at him with her big doe eyes and she bit her lip. Christ almighty, he wanted to bite that lip.
He pushed himself away from the wall and crossed the space that separated them even though he knew he shouldn't. He was ignoring all rational thought however and he grabbed the back of her neck with his hand to pull her flush against him. She gasped as she felt his erection pressing against her and he lowered his lips to hers. He started out slow, but when he felt her respond hungrily he increased his intensity, stroking his tongue over hers. When she finally pulled back for air, he bent his head and nibbled at her neck. She moaned softly and he finally realized how vulnerable they were standing in the hallway.
He grabbed her hand and tugged, "Come on."
Beth let herself be led down the hallway by Merle. She was riding high, spurred on by the adrenaline of taking down all of those walkers. She had been amazed at her ability to stick it out and she had thought that she had seen a hint of respect in Merle's eyes as well. He stopped at the third cell that they came too and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind them with a clang. He stripped off the button-up shirt he had on over his tank top and laid it down over the old mattress that was on the bunk.
She backed up until she felt the wall behind her back. He stood in the center of the room, his gaze penetrating her skin. His hand drifted to his waist and he unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it off. Her mouth went dry.
"Were ya tryin' ta make me come an' get ya?" His tone was soft but deadly. She also detected a hint of annoyance in his voice. Beth was already so turned on that she could hardly stand it and she could only nod in answer to his question. He took another step closer to her, "So ya deliberately ignored me?"
She bit her lip and nodded again as his eyes darkened. He took his time making his way over to her and she felt her body tremble in anticipation. He leaned his blade up on the wall over her head so that he had her trapped against the wall with his body. She gingerly placed her hands over his tank top on his chest and reveled in the feel of the solid wall of muscle there.
His hand reached out and tugged at the hem of her shirt, "Take this shit off," He murmured.
She obeyed and reached down to tug her shirt over her head, leaving her in just her bra and jeans. He tugged down on the cup of her bra until he saw her nipple peek over the top. He lowered his head and sucked it into his mouth hard. She whimpered and he moved his hand up to cover her mouth.
"Gotta be quiet darlin'," He said. "Don't make me gag ya." Her eyes flashed and surprisingly that statement only seemed to turn her on more. He looked down at her in surprise, "Oh, ya like that do ya?" He asked softly.
She blushed, "I've never done it before," She replied.
The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile and he dipped his head again to suckle at her nipple. She closed her eyes as he swirled his tongue over and over her nipple until she felt her legs start to give. He reached up and unfastened his cuff from his arm and set it down on the floor. He tugged on her hand until she was standing in front of the bed and he pushed on her gently until she lay back on top of his shirt. Her heart was pounding and she was caught somewhere between fear and anticipation. She wanted him, that much she was sure of, but she was suddenly unsure about the act itself. He shed himself of his shirt and she was distracted by the ripple of his muscles. The tank he always wore had never hidden much from the imagination so she wasn't surprised to see how well defined his muscles were. She was surprised by the numerous scars that marred his sculpted body. Some were faded and clearly old, while others were angry looking and possibly newer. Her heart ached for him.
"Hey now, don't need ya ta be feelin' all sorry for me. Ain't nothin' but a thang. I promise everything is still in good workin' order," He chuckled as he knelt down on the bed next to her.
His hand drifted to the zipper on her jeans and she held her breath, her eyes closed. She felt his fingers trail over her belly and then his tongue was on her, alternately licking and nipping at her skin.
It all felt so good, more than good actually, but it just didn't feel like it was the right time. She wanted him, but she didn't want him here like this. This felt rushed and...different. She didn't know why he had suddenly changed his mind about having sex, but she didn't want his decision to be an impulse stemming from their adrenaline rush. She suddenly pushed up on his shoulders and he lifted his head in surprise.
"I...I can't do this," She stuttered.
She inched out from underneath him and zipped up her jeans before grabbing her shirt off of the floor where she had dropped it. He still hadn't said anything by the time she got her shirt on and she wasn't sure what to do. He was staring at her, but his face was blank. She swallowed hard as she opened the cell door, "I'm sorry," She whispered and then she left him there and made her way quickly back down the halls to their cellblock. She only slowed when she was a few feet from the door that led into their kitchen and she leaned against the wall for a second. She swiped at the tears that had pooled in her eyes, not wanting anyone to see her crying and get the wrong idea. She took a deep shuddering breath and tried to compose herself. He wouldn't touch her again; she was sure of that. She knew that she had more than likely hurt him by leaving, if it was possible to hurt the man at all. She wanted him to feel something for her, but he didn't and he never would beyond what she could give him. She just didn't think she could do it without knowing that there was something more there.
She finished drying her eyes and made sure her hair was fixed before she stepped through the door, blending in with the others as they lined up for dinner.
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