Hey y'all! I hope everyone's doing well today! I'm still reeling over that first episode of TWD! Wow! Did anyone catch The Talking Dead where the guys mentioned that if there was one character that they could bring back to the show, who would it be? One said Lori and I wanted to slap him, but the other guy said Merle! So sad, I miss Merle sooo much! Anyways, enjoy the chapter!
Beth had finally managed to sneak out of the prison and make it outside sometime in the middle of the night. She had almost forgotten that Martinez was locked up in the cell that was technically in their eating area. Luckily he had been asleep on the cot that was bolted to the inside and his back had been to her making her escape a little easier. Once outside, she had made a beeline for the back guard tower, but she didn't anticipate running into anyone else on watch. It was only when she smacked into a hard chest that she even looked up in front of her.
She could barely make out Daryl's figure staring at her in the dimly lit courtyard, "Daryl," She gasped.
"Ya goin' ta see my brother ain'tcha?" He asked. She let out a deep breath and nodded. There was no use in lying about it. She had the feeling that Daryl already had his suspicions anyhow and she didn't really want to tick him off. "Fuck!" Daryl cursed. "Ya even know what in tha hell ya gettin' yaself into?"
"I'm completely aware. Please don't ask me to stay away from your brother Daryl. I don't think I can," She said.
He sighed, "Ain't gonna ask ya cause I know it won't make a bit o' difference, but ya need ta think 'bout whatcha doin'. Merle ain't tha flowers type an' if ya lookin' for a relationship, I don't think ya gonna find it with him," He said.
"I appreciate your concern, but I've got it covered. He's made himself very clear about what he's capable of and I accept that," She said.
She could see that his jaw was clenched and he stared off into the darkness over her head, "Who else knows 'bout this?" He asked.
"I think just you. I know that daddy knows there's something between us and he even gave Merle his blessing, but he doesn't know that I'm meeting Merle," She said softly.
"So was y'all havin' one o' these meetin's when tha guard tower caught fire?" Daryl asked.
Beth blushed and was glad that it was too dark for him to see, "Yes," She admitted.
Daryl sucked in a breath and she heard the strike of a match seconds before she saw the tiny flame as he lit a cigarette. He took several drags, blowing out the smoke in the other direction before responding, "Ain't exactly tha best o' places ta be havin' no meetin's if ya get my drift. Governor's out there an' we need eyes out. 'Specially with Gonzalez in there," Daryl gestured towards where Martinez was being kept.
"I know. We aren't doing anything up there. I just want to be with him," She explained.
Daryl snorted, "Ya goin' ta see my brother in the middle of the night in a room by yerselves an' ya think ya ain't doin' nothin'? Think again," He said.
Beth's face flamed red. She really didn't want to be having this conversation with Daryl. She knew he was right about having all eyes out though. She didn't want a repeat of the last time. They would just have to keep their hands off of each other until another time.
"Well, I'll see ya," She said quietly. She hoped the discussion was over.
Daryl waved a hand at her, "See ya."
She continued on her path until she reached the door to the guard tower. She took a deep breath and climbed the stairs until Merle came into view. She paused at the top and studied him in the dim glow of the lantern that he had lit. He was wearing a white tank with khaki pants as usual and she admired the way his muscles rippled underneath the back of the tank as he turned to glance over at her. His eyes traveled up and down her body as he drank her in and delighted shivers coursed through her. She knew that look. It was the same look he had given her the last time she had met him in the guard tower.
"What took ya so long? Second thoughts?" He smirked.
She shook her head as she stepped out of her shoes and left them by the stairs, "I had to make sure everyone was asleep and then your brother stopped me on the way here," She said.
His eyes narrowed, "My brotha? What tha hell did he want?"
Beth walked over to stand next to him at the rail. She debated on telling him, but then she knew that he would just find out some other way instead, "He wanted to make sure that I knew what I was getting myself into," She said.
Merle was quiet for several moments and then he chuckled as he turned to face out into the night like she was. He shook his head, "Gotta love my brotha. Always thinkin' he knows what's best fer me, but he don't. He might be years younger than me, but he's always tryin' ta play tha older brotha," Merle smiled as he glanced across the yard to where Daryl was probably still leaning in that same spot smoking. He looked over at her, "Ya still came so he musta not scared ya off," He commented.
He was still watching her carefully and she finally turned so that their eyes met. She shook her head slowly, "No. He didn't scare me off," She whispered.
He sucked his teeth, but his eyes never left hers. He walked over until they were barely touching and he pulled her forward until she was flush against him. Her breathing quickened in anticipation and she fought to retain her focus, "Merle," His name came out raspy sounding and she cleared her throat. "We probably shouldn't do this here," She whispered.
"Hmph. Seems ta me like ya ain't too firm in that decision darlin'. There's other things we can do ta pass tha time," His voice vibrated through her as he turned her so that she stood just in front of him. He pressed against her, pinning her against the railing. She shivered as he leaned over, parting her hair before his lips closed over the side of her neck, hot and wet. She tilted her head back and let out a low moan. He chuckled against her neck, "Keep yer eyes peeled fer anythin' suspicious now," He ordered softly.
She swallowed and tried to focus, but it was increasingly hard to do so with his mouth teasing her skin like it was. He nipped at her skin and sucked the flesh into his mouth before swirling his tongue over it. His blade rested over the railing while his other hand traveled over her hip and underneath her shirt in the front. He made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat as he discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra this time. His fingers grazed over her nipple and he gave it a small tug causing them to perk up beneath his hand. She was relieved that the light from the lantern didn't spill out onto the balcony surrounding the tower so that they were enveloped in darkness where they stood.
"Ya watchin'?" His voice rumbled near her ear.
She nodded, "Yes," She whispered weakly.
She felt his grin and then his hand dipped below the waist of her cotton shorts. He slipped underneath her panties and cupped her between her legs. He growled and pressed into her again, "Always so fuckin' wet," He said softly.
He slipped his finger into her slick folds and she grabbed onto the railing with both hands to steady herself. His finger teased slow circles inside of her and she struggled to keep her eyes on their surroundings. She bit her lip as he pushed further inside of her. He worked her over with one finger and then slipped a second inside before she even knew what was happening. She let out a whimper and pressed herself against his erection.
He hissed and pulled his fingers out of her, "Fuck!" He spat.
Before she could question what was wrong he yanked her shorts down to her knees and she heard him unbutton his jeans. Seconds later, she heard the sound of plastic and he slipped his finger into her from behind. She cried out even though she was biting her lip and she tasted blood. He swirled his fingers in and out, teasing her until she was quivering around his finger. He stepped closer and she felt the tip of him at her entrance.
"Gotta make this quick darlin', but I think ya gonna like it. Jus' make sure ya let me know if ya see somethin'," He added and she thought she detected a hint of humor in his voice as well as anguish.
She stared forward as he pushed inside of her. He paused once he was all the way in and she wiggled slightly as she tried to adjust to him. Her breath was coming out in short pants and she was gripping the railing so tight that her knuckles were white. He began a slow rhythm at first and then he quickly increased speed until she moaned low in her throat. The walls could fall down around them and she thought she wouldn't even care because it felt so good to be with him. He bent over her until his chest touched her back and then she felt his finger teasing her again. He swirled his finger over one spot over and over and she struggled to keep her eyes open. She rocked back against him and then she came undone as her orgasm rocked through her. He removed his finger and grabbed her waist as he thrust into her several more times before he stilled and groaned against her back. He moved away from her and she slowly went to her knees on the metal floor, her hands still gripping the rail.
"Fuck me, that's how ya do it," He panted.
She had never felt so exposed and turned on in her life. Having him behind her thrusting into her felt so different and she liked it a lot. She finally shifted and pulled her shorts back up, but she remained in her position on the floor although she did let go of the rail finally. She heard him moving around in the room behind her and then he was back beside her looking out into the night. She wondered how he could stand there so collected as if nothing had just occurred between them moments before. She felt like her mind was spinning out of control as she tried to collect herself.
Finally she pulled herself to her feet and they stood there silently again. She glanced at him and saw that he was staring rigidly out into the night. She didn't know what to say and she shifted uncomfortably, glancing over at him again.
"Somethin' on yer mind?" He asked. She shook her head. "Ya quiet," He observed. "When a woman's quiet it ain't never a good thang."
"Have you been with a lot of women?" She asked suddenly.
He turned to her then and raised his brow, "Why tha sudden interest?"
She swallowed, "Martinez mentioned th-"
"Fuckin' Mexican!" Merle cursed. "What else he tell ya? You two have a nice long chat?" His voice sounded angry and she wasn't sure why he was angry.
She placed her hands on her hips, "What difference does it make what he told me? I wasn't aware that I couldn't talk to other men Merle! You said yourself that this was just sex an-," He cut her off by kissing her roughly, his lips hard on hers and she felt her body responding to him immediately. When he pulled back from the kiss he didn't move away from her and he stared down at her intensely.
"Yer mine while as long as we're doin' this ya hear? Ya ain't ta be with no one else but me." His voice was low, but the deadly tone in which he spoke was unmistakable.
She glared up at him, her lips swollen from his possessive kiss, "I am not a possession. We're either together or we're not. You don't own me Merle so unless you want to have a relationship then I'm still free to do as I please the way I see it," Her voice came out firm and strong, but she was shaking on the inside. She knew she would never want anyone else, but apparently Merle didn't. She would never consider Martinez, but this might be the push he needed to face his feelings head on. She jerked away from him and slipped her shoes back on, but not before she caught the anger flash through his eyes and the firm way he set his jaw. He was mad, but she didn't care. She headed down the stairs as fast as her feet would carry her and she didn't stop until she was halfway between where Daryl was keeping watch and the tower. She leaned against the wall as she tried to calm her beating heart.
Why couldn't they just be normal and have a relationship like normal people? Why did it constantly have to be a back and forth battle between them?
Beth wanted him so badly, but they always seemed to be pushing each other away and she didn't know how to fix it. She made her way back slowly to the prison, staying to the shadows to avoid Daryl even though she knew he would see her. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but she was willing to bet it wouldn't take her long to find out how Merle responded to her threat.
Wow! That went a little differently than planned! Hmm...Now I need to think about this, LOL. I know they always seem to be going at each other in some way, but Beth wants things that Merle thinks he doesn't want. She wants him to realize it and she really has no idea how to go about doing it. Keep in mind that they're both virgins to real relationships so they're struggling a bit to get it right.
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