Oh y'all! I do love y'all so! I decided to gift y'all with another deliciously sinful chapter because Merle was calling to me in that sexy, gruff, voice of his and I couldn't resist! I hope you enjoy this snippet as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Beth fumed silently while Maggie helped her take her clothes off. She was mad at her sister for sending for Merle without her knowledge. She knew that she was being difficult, but she had woken up in a cranky mood and having her family crowd her hadn't helped matters any. Maggie finished taking her clothes off and turned on the shower spray for Beth before stepping away. Maggie stepped away silently, but not so far that she couldn't be of assistance if needed.

Beth sighed, "I don't need you to watch over me Maggie. I think I can handle a shower," She said.

Maggie arched a brow, putting her hand on her hip, "Yeah that was evident this morning when we all but had to drag you down here. I had to send Carl for Merle for crying out loud!" Maggie fussed.

Beth dipped her head back and let the lukewarm water run over her hair, "Thanks for the heads up on that by the way."

"What's with the two of you anyway? How come Merle can get you to do things that we can't?" Maggie demanded.

Beth felt her face grow warm and she kept her head tilted back to hide the redness from her sister, "He's just insistent," Beth replied.

Maggie made a face, "I'm insistent too, but you wouldn't listen to me. You're sleeping with him, aren't you?" Maggie asked.

Beth gasped and inhaled a small mouthful of water that immediately made her cough and spray water everywhere. "Jesus, Maggie! It's none of your business. Just leave me alone!" Beth yelled.

She had never yelled at her sister like that before. Maggie's eyes clouded with hurt and she turned away from Beth before Beth could take it back. She headed for the exit, her strides long and determined.

"Maggie wait!" Beth called, but her sister ignored her and slammed the door closed on her way out. She could hear voices outside the door and she imagined that Merle was probably still standing right outside thoroughly enjoying the show that was being put on for him today. She snatched the shampoo from the shelf and angrily rubbed it into her hair.

It wasn't often that she got mad so why couldn't everyone just let her deal with her anger and leave her alone for five minutes. She hadn't expected the sudden question about Merle. She had known that sooner or later it was coming, but she didn't think Maggie would bring it up on today of all days. She wasn't prepared to deal with that right now. Not when she herself wasn't even sure what was going on between the two of them most days. She ran her fingers through her long locks as the water pounded over her face. Her hand felt for the soap and she began to wash herself, keeping her eyes closed and her head under the spray. She skirted around the area of the wound with the soap. With her other hand she reached with trembling fingers to softly touch the wound. She swallowed deeply and felt for the ledge to set the soap back when she encountered warm flesh. Her eyes flew open and she jerked her head up to stare into Merle's steel blue eyes. He was leaning on the other side of the ledge, obviously enjoying the show she wasn't aware she had been putting on for him.

"Don't you knock?" She asked sharply.

He chuckled, "I see ya still got some o' that fire in yer belly. Shocked tha hell outta me when ya sent yer sister packin' like that darlin'. Didn't peg ya for it," He said.

She exhaled loudly, "I didn't mean to. It just came out all wrong. She just wouldn't be quiet," Beth said.

"What was she sayin'?" Merle asked.

"Nothing important," Beth replied quickly and Merle gave her a knowing glance that indicated he already knew of the conversation that had taken place. "You were listening to our conversation, weren't you?" Beth accused.

Merle shrugged, "What tha hell else am I s'posed ta do fer entertainment value?" He asked as his eyes skirted down her body.

She felt the heat of his gaze all of the way to her toes and she shivered slightly underneath the water. His eyes narrowed onto her bullet wound and a frown briefly crossed his face. He grabbed the soap that she still held in her hand and placed it on the ledge before walking around so that he stood in front of her. She swallowed and backed up slightly causing him to grin wickedly.

"Tell me no an' I'll stop," He demanded softly.

She tried to form the words, but they just wouldn't come and a part of her knew that it was because she secretly wanted him. "I...the wound. We can't," She sputtered.

He ignored her and walked over to the door and flipped the lock, the sound echoing throughout the room. He made his way back over to her slowly like he an animal stalking their prey. She stood under the stream of water that had now grown cold and bit her lip as he tugged his shirt over his head. She watched with bated breath as it hit the floor and then he worked on his boots and pants. Once they were off, he pulled off his prosthetic and set it with his things on the floor. He grabbed one of the benches that were no longer bolted to the floor and dragged it over underneath the spray of water as she watched.

He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom, his eyes drifting to hers. He placed it on the bench, not once breaking eye contact. He sat down on the bench in all his naked glory and she drank him in with her eyes. His muscles were slick from the spray of the water hitting him lightly across his chest and shoulders. His long powerful legs were stretched out before him and she marveled at how relaxed he was even in his nakedness. His cock jutted up straight and stiff between his legs and as she watched he wrapped his hand around it and pumped it a couple of times.

"Come on over here darlin'. Don't be gettin' shy on me now," He teased.

She stepped forward on shaky legs and stopped just in front of him so that she was between the valley of his thighs. He leaned forward and took her breast into his mouth, sucking on the tip and making her shift forward, planting her hands on his shoulders. He didn't touch her anywhere else as his tongue teased her nipples into hard peaks. She moaned softly as he grazed his teeth across one of them, nipping at her lightly. He murmured his approval and she felt his hand at her core, his finger teasing between her folds. He groaned as he slid his finger all of the way inside of her.

"Fuck me. Ya never disappoint," He muttered.

She blushed at his comment and he used his other arm to nudge her head down to his so that he could capture her lips. He ran his tongue over the curve of her mouth before slipping it inside of her and teasing it against hers. She sank into the growing familiarity of his warmth and let him kiss her until she had to pull back for breath. His finger was still teasing her, the pad rubbing slowly back and forth over her clit. She wiggled her hips to speed him up as she tried to seek out relief.

He tsked, "Now, now, ya tryin' ta take over tha show an' ya jus' need ta relax. I'll let ya lead anotha time," He promised softly and her toes curled into the tile at the hint of more times like these with him. She drew in a shuddering breath as he removed his finger and grabbed the condom from its position on the ledge. He handed it to her, "You can do tha honors."

She grabbed the foil packet from his fingers and tore it open with trembling hands. She hadn't ever put on a condom before and she pulled it out and stared at it a moment. He made no move to help her and she rolled it with her fingers to figure out which end to roll over him. She leaned over slightly and placed it on the head of his cock and used her other hand to roll it down his throbbing length. He hissed between his teeth by the time she made it to the bottom. He pushed her back gently and used his foot to spread her legs apart as he closed his. He pulled her forward and then guided her down onto his cock inch by inch so that she was sitting on his lap facing him.

She moaned at the depth and he bucked his hips up from the bench slightly. She clutched at his shoulders weakly, "Merle," She whispered his name like a prayer.

He closed his lips over the column of her throat, "Ride me darlin'," He ordered.

She obeyed and using his shoulders for leverage, lifted herself off of him and then slowly sank back down. He bent his head and suckled at her nipples as she continued the rhythm. The cold spray of water at her back gave her chills and added a more erotic feel as their bodies glided over each other with just the right amount of friction. She increased her speed, mindful of her wound, and moaned as the sensations built inside of her. His hand reached behind her and grabbed her ass, squeezing softly. She exploded around him then and she closed her eyes as she rocked through her orgasm. She felt his finger drift between them and he found her clit and rubbed it softly, making her clench around him a second time and he growled as he pumped his own release inside of her.

She rested her forehead against his shoulder as she tried to come down from her cloud of euphoria. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against hers. After a few minutes, he eased her up and off of him so that he could get rid of the condom. She rinsed off under the chilly water and he stepped under after her, being careful not to get his hair wet. They got dressed quietly, neither of them speaking except for quiet glances. She didn't know what or if she was supposed to say anything after that so she kept her mouth shut. She had never imagined to be able to have sex like that in a shower of all places. She knew she wouldn't forget this memory for a long time coming.

He unlocked the door and followed her down the hallway and back through the doorway to the kitchen area. He reached down into his pocket for his blade and fixed it to his prosthetic as they entered. Daryl and Rick were sitting at the table talking in low voices while Rick fed Judith and Beth felt her face grow hot as their attention was directed their way. Rick averted his eyes after taking in that they were both damp from a shower, but Daryl narrowed his eyes at Merle.

"Merle," Daryl began.

Merle cut him off, "Had orders ta straighten this one out. Ya gotta problem then jus' sign ya name to tha damn list an' I'll get ta ya when I can," He said smartly.

She felt his hand on her back and he guided her through the doorway to their cell block. She made it all of the way back to her cell before she snickered. He glanced at her a moment and then the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

She covered her mouth with her hand, "I can't believe you said that Merle Dixon!" She hissed at him through her smile.

He ignored her and gestured to the bed, "Getcha ass on in there an' I reckon' if ya play nice I'll be back ta sleep with ya again tonight," He said.

She obeyed and smiled up at him, "Deal."

He winked, "That's what I thought."

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