Mornin' y'all! It's early here, but I wanted to get this one out! This fic seems to plague me every time I go to sleep at night and I can't leave it alone! Or maybe it's all of y'all and you're encouraging reviews, you think? ;)
Beth awoke with a start sometime during the night when a crack of thunder echoed through the walls of the prison. She shivered as lightning flashed through the windows and she curled into Merle's body, seeking comfort. Merle shifted in his sleep and the sheet slid down to reveal the very obvious bulge in his pants. Her eyes widened and she peered at him in the darkness to see if he was awake, but his eyes were still closed, his breathing uninterrupted.
She studied the planes of his face, softened in his sleep relaxed state. She felt bad about everything that had happened earlier in the day especially about slapping Merle. She knew she had struck a nerve with that move, but strangely enough he had been the most gentle that she had ever seen him since. The last thing she had wanted was for him to think that she had feelings for Martinez. She felt bad for Martinez and she didn't feel like he was being dishonest or deceitful. She knew she was naive to a lot of things in the world, but she was usually a pretty judge of character. That's why she had known that Merle was different from the start.
It was laughable thinking about her and Martinez considering she loved Merle. She was absolutely sure that she loved the man despite their ability to effectively communicate sometimes. She didn't want to love Merle, but only because that made her heart vulnerable. She was terrified that something would happen to him now and she didn't know if her heart could take it if it did. Seeing that gentleness in him earlier had only managed to increase her love for the man. There wasn't a whole lot she even knew about Merle really, except that she loved him.
"Ya should be sleepin'," Merle's rough voice whispered.
"Storm woke me up," She replied.
She positioned her head on his chest so that she could look at him in the dim light. He scoffed, "Jus' noise. Ain't gonna hurt ya none," He said.
"Merle?"
"Hm?"
She took a deep breath and hoped that maybe she wasn't pushing too far too soon, "What were you like before this?" She asked.
She was greeted with silence and she couldn't quite make out his expression. He shifted slightly, but he wouldn't let her move her head when she tried. He was quiet for so long in fact, that she started to take the question back and pretend it never happened.
Then he spoke, "I was...shit darlin', I weren't no one ya'd wanna be with," He responded.
"I don't believe that," She insisted.
He huffed, "I was inta drugs an' not tha lil' petty shit neither. Doin' coke an' whatever else I could get my hands on...meth," He added.
Her mind was reeling over this news. She had figured he had probably dabbled a little into the drugs, but she hadn't imagined anything like what he was telling her. "Why?" She asked.
"What'cha mean why?" He asked.
"Why did you do drugs? Were you trying to run from something or was it just for fun?"
She had to move her head as Merle pulled himself up in the bed. His eyes bored into her in the dark and she sat up, facing him and waited. He ran his hand over his face tiredly.
"What's with tha curiosity George?" He asked.
She grabbed his hand and absentmindedly ran her fingers over the rough calluses that told a story all on their own, "Because I love you and I wanna know," She said in a soft voice. She hadn't looked at him, but she had felt the slight tension in his hand when she had said it. Finally she lifted her eyes to his, not being able to stand the silence any longer.
Please don't let him say I'm too young to know what I want, she thought.
"I can't give ya that love back," He finally said.
"That's fine. I don't need you too. I just wanted you to know," She stated.
He sighed heavily and pulled his hand from hers. He swung his legs to the floor beside the bed and stared off at the wall. She was left staring at the muscled planes of his back and the scars that marred his beautiful skin. Climbing to her knees she crawled close to him and kissed the flesh between his shoulder and neck. An unmistakable shiver rolled through him and she pressed her lips there once more, lingering a moment longer than the first time.
"Christ, ya try'na kill me aren't ya?" He said.
Beth didn't respond and instead she stepped off of the bed and pushed her way between his legs. She stared up into his face, "Let me love you," She whispered.
Something flashed in his eyes and then he lowered his head and kissed her. This kiss wasn't like any of his other kisses. This kiss was slow and sensual, needy. She kissed him back with equal passion and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her back onto the bed on top of him. They kissed for a few minutes, their tongues swimming around each other lazily until she finally had to come up for air.
His cock was straining through the material of his jeans as she slid away from his lips until she stopped at the zipper of his jeans. With shaking hands she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
He growled low in his throat, "Fuck," He hissed. "No."
She glanced up at him in confusion, "I want to and you're not going to stop me," She said defiantly.
He raised a brow at her as his breath came out in a hiss and finally he nodded at her jerkily. She shimmied his jeans and he lifted his hips until she had them and his boxers off. His cock stood up straight and proud, a drop of cum glistening at the tip. She took a deep breath as she knelt between his legs and leaned over to take him in her mouth.
At first she just kissed the tip of him and she felt his muscles tense. The liquid that dotted the top tasted bland and slightly salty, but it wasn't horrible by any means. She paused then, not really sure how to proceed, but not wanting to let him down all the same.
"Tell me how...to please you," She said.
He grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock, wrapping her fingers around the width of him and showing her how to stroke him. "Jus' put yer mouth on him an' move yer hand up an' down," He said. "Ain't gonna take much," His voice came out a little raspy sounding.
She nodded and kissed him with her mouth while she worked on him with her hand like he had shown her. He groaned, and encouraged, she slid her mouth a fraction of an inch down the length of him. He growled low in his throat and she repeated the action, trying to take in more of him this time. His body was rigid beneath her arms as she worked him and she hoped that she was doing it right. She was trying to remember everything she had heard about blow jobs over the years, but her mind was coming up blank. His hand fisted into her hair and he applied gentle pressure there as she continued to slide her mouth up and down his length. He was mostly quiet aside from his heavier than usual breathing until he began to throb slightly inside of her mouth.
He tugged on her shirt, "Gonna cum," He muttered. She braced herself for it, but he yanked harder until she was pulled off of him and he grabbed his cock and pumped it once as the milky white substance flowed out of the tip and down into a pool at his belly. She stared at it in fascination. He lay back with a sigh and she looked over at his face.
"Why did you pull me away?" She asked.
"Ya weren't ready fer that," Merle responded. He sat up and reached around until he found his boxers and proceeded to wipe off his belly.
"How do you know I wasn't ready?" Beth asked carefully.
Merle glanced over at her, "Ya gotta question everythin'?" He asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms, "So what if I do?" She challenged.
He tossed the soiled boxers onto the floor and grabbed her foot, catching her off guard and tugging her so that she fell down onto her back on the bed. She squealed and struggled to get away, but he held tight to her as he climbed back into the bed. He slipped his finger around her panties and inside of her and she let out a gasp that ended on a moan. He chuckled and smiled wickedly at her before reaching up to hook his finger into the band of her panties. Thunder crackled outside as the storm raged on around them. She closed her eyes, but before he could pull her panties off someone knocked on the bars of her cell.
Merle's eyes snapped up to the closed curtain and he quickly climbed off the bed and grabbed his pants as he crossed to the doorway. He pulled the curtain back just enough to see Daryl standing outside of the cell.
Merle started to roll his eyes at the intrusion, but then he saw the expression on his brother's face and he paused, "What's goin' on?" He asked quickly.
"Martinez is gone. Went ta check up on him in tha storm an' tha damn cell block door is wide tha hell open as is his cell. He ain't there," Daryl said.
Merle swore, "Son of a bitch! Lil' bastard done escaped, huh? Anybody else know?" Merle asked as he worked on getting his pants on.
Daryl let out a sigh and averted his eyes away from the flashing nudity of his brother, "Rick an' Morgan are in tha kitchen goin' over a plan ta comb tha prison. It's likely he's still in 'ere somewhere," Daryl said.
Merle nodded, his forehead creased in concentration, "I'll meet ya in tha kitchen in five."
Beth watched as Merle crossed back over to the bed and began putting on his socks and boots. She touched his arm, "What do you think happened?" She asked.
He shrugged, "Dunno, but I'm goin' ta find tha hell out."
More thunder boomed loudly and felt like it shook the prison with its rumble. Beth jumped and grabbed onto Merle before she realized what she was doing, "Sorry," She mumbled.
"Put ya pants on an' go bunk with ya daddy 'til we get back," He ordered.
"Merle I'm fine. We'll lock the door at the entrance to the cell block an-"
He stood up so quickly that she fell backwards onto the bed. He pointed his finger at her, "Do as I say. Don't need ya doin' nothin' stupid while I'm gone," He said.
She looked up into the tense planes of his face and then nodded, "Of course. I'll stay with daddy until you get back. Don't worry."
He slipped his shirt over his head and fastened his prosthetic before flicking his gaze to hers, "Ain't worried," He mumbled as he whipped open the curtain and exited the cell.
So I hoped this didn't seem out of character for our couple. I'm always super critical of my work and I second guess everything. So I hope it's good!
**Y'all didn't forget that the Governor is still out there, right? ;-)
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