A/N: I'm so sorry guys, I know it's a quickie chapter. I got another full time job so chapters will be slower. I will do my best not to wait two months in between updates though. Also, almost forgot, I don't own the walking dead and I'm broke as hell so Robert Kkirkman please don't sue me. And, this is another Rick and Beth chapter, and some smuttiness. The next few chapters will focus on Beth and Daryl. I have a plan for how this is going to work out I just need the time to actually sit down and write it when I'm not a zombie. (also I was listening to dark horse by Katy perry most of the time while writing this, just saying that's the kind of mindset I was in.)

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"I don't want you to think that you have to." Rick's voice had more of an edge than usual. His arousal was giving him away.

"I'm asking because I want to, not because I feel obligated Rick." Beth scooted closer to him on the couch, her hands reaching again for his tie.

"I think I should wear this thing more often, you seem to like pulling me around by it." Rick teased her, allowing her to push him to lay back on the couch.

"I think you should lose the tie." Beth giggled, already starting to loosen the knot. Rick reached up to help her, managing to untangle it and take it off. Beth put it on the desk.

"I want that tie when we leave her. If you get a momento I do too." She leaned down to kiss him.

Rick was trying to wrap his head around what was happening. The discussion had started off with her saying that they'd probably never be physical, and now he could feel her heat looming over him. He was distracted though, her fingers were making quick work of his shirt, and if it wasn't the rush of air he felt against his chest that snapped him back to reality, it was definitely the look She got in her eyes looking down at him.

"I guess the end of the world beat my ass back into shape." He joked to her meekly. She couldn't help letting her hands roam over his chest. She played with the hair there, and moved her palms over the rest of his torso, over his sides and resting on his lower stomach. Ricks shirt was still on his shoulders, so he leaned up to remove it all the way.

"Beth Greene, I didn't think you had it in you. You;re staring at me like I'm a piece of meat." Rick teased her. He could tell she was thoroughly enjoying the situation they were in.

"I think we're passed the whole sweet and innocent stage of the relationship don't you?" Beth quirked her eyebrow up at him. Her eyes trailed down his body as she spoke.

"You do make the most incredible noises when you come undone." He growled up at her.

Beth was approaching new territory with more enthusiasm than apprehension. She liked the idea of being in control, in power, over this man who she's seen take on her worst nightmares and live to tell about it. He was practically putty in her hands, His eyes never left hers, even though her eyes were all over him. She toyed with him, letting her fingers trail under the waist band of his pants. She flicked at his boxers under his black jeans and giggled when he groaned deep in his throat at the sensation.

For the first time since her orgasm she blushed down at him and bit her bottom lip. He noticed her slight hesitation, but fought the urge to say anything. He may be a horrible person but the thought of her hand wrapped around him drove him crazy.

Beth got off his lap and stood up in front of him. He was about to ask what was wrong as he sat up but was silenced by her finger on his lips. She grabbed him by the hand and beckoned him to stand up. He complied, letting her pull him around the desk to the center of the room, keeping quiet but the confusion was written all over him.

Beth walked a slow circle around him, inspecting every scar and hardened muscle of his upper body as she went. She stopped only to wink at him before turning the other way and doing another circle, but this time letting her hands reach out to touch his stomach, over his side and then down to cup his ass over the jeans. He turned his head slightly to look at her, and when she blushed he couldn't help but smile how adorable she was in that moment. She was certainly a predator posing as a house pet.

"Do you approve?" He smirked at her and shifted his weight.

"I don't know, I can't see all of you." Beth smiled back at him, moving to stand in front of him.

"That's hardly fair, I never got to see you completely naked." It was his turn to lift an eyebrow up at her.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours officer." Beth giggled. She was loving every minute of this short freedom.

"I can hardly argue with those terms." He laughed, reaching down to his belt. Beth stood with her arms crossed and hip out to one side. Her hand on her chin as if it could cover her nervousness.

Rick managed to undo his belt, pulling it fast through the loops and setting it on the desk that was now behind him. He looked at her and laughed a little out of embarrassment.

"Should I be doing a dance or something." He was trying to break the tension that was thick in the room. She giggled and shook her head no. She knew how nervous he was because even though he had seen the most intimate parts of her, it would be different to expose everything to him, to be vulnerable again.

His hands undid the button to his jeans, which he pulled down and stepped out of, placing them on the desk as well. Beth tried so hard not to stare at his package protruding proudly even though he still had boxers on, but she couldn't help herself. She blushed, but she didn't move. The anticipation built so much inside her that she was holding her breath.

Rick watched her with the same scrutiny, checking her face for any sign of disapproval or a signal for him to stop. When he saw her blush but not look away, he took it as a sign that she really did want to see him. He swallowed hard, resolving that this was going to happen. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pulled them down, and stepped out of them with out looking up at her. He set them on top of the pile of his clothes on the desk before looking back up to her face.

Even with her hand on her chin, she could not hide her expression. It was a mixture of apprehension, surprise and desire. Rick put his hands on his hips, absent mindlessly framing the very thing that Beth couldn't tear her eyes away from. He shifted awkwardly after a few minutes before clearing his throat.

"My eyes are up here." He found the courage to tease her, pointing to his face.

"I'm sorry Rick I just, this is a huge..." She cleared her throat and continued, "I mean, new thing for me." She finally looked up at him.

"You don't have to take your clothes off if it makes you uncomfortable." Rick gave her a sincere look.

"You always have to be the good guy don't you Rick? Why don't you tell me what you actually want me to do for a change. I want you to actually think with your dick okay. I don't want to hear about 'oh I'm corrupting innocent little Beth. I'm such a bad guy.' bullshit. You've seen my orgasm face and your cock is pointing right at me at the moment for fuck's sake." Beth was slightly annoyed with his behavior. He was treating her like she were fragile again.

"I just thought you'd want to be in charge. Sometimes it's nice to follow instead of lead. You do whatever it is you want to do." Rick stood his ground.

Beth's jaw clenched a little. She was biting back a bit of frustration. Instead of stripping for him she took a few steps towards him, closing the gap between them. She stood on her toes to kiss him, and when he responded to the touch of her lips and closed his eyes, she gripped him at the base and gave him a little squeeze. He moaned into the kiss before breaking it off to look at her.

"Now tell me what you want me to do. I know I'm the one in control but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear your fantasies." Beth leaned in to whisper in his ear. She slid her hand up to his tip and back down. Rick was powerless against the tiny blonde.

"I don't want you to stop." Rick groaned as she pumped her hand over him so slow it was torture.

"What else?" Beth questioned him much like he had questioned her before. Rick wasn't paying enough attention to notice.

"I don't want to scare you away." It was getting harder for Rick, in more ways than one.

"Talking isn't the same as doing. Keep your hands on the desk behind you and tell me what you think about when you close your eyes." Beth gripped him tighter but didn't move her hand in either direction on him.

"I want to rip off your clothes..." Rick began, stopping to focus for a minute as she moved her hand over him. "and pin you against the wall."

"Hmm, what else?" Beth questioned, leaning in so close their lips almost brushed again.

Rick touched his forehead to hers and took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if he could see her, back pressed against the wall and legs wrapped around his hips.

"I want you to wrap your legs around me, and let me bury myself in your tightness. God you're so fucking tight and wet for me." Rick absent mindlessly starting thrusting his hips against Beth's movements.

"Is that all you want from me Rick?" Beth asked, slowing to a stop and taking a step back. Rick opened his eyes to see her lift her blouse up over her head.

"No."

Beth reached behind her for her bra clasp. She unhooked it and held the cups to herself with alternating hands as she slid the straps down her shoulders.

"Keep going. Please." Rick found himself asking her. She was torturing him.

"I will if you do." What else do you want Rick?" Beth gave him a mischievous smile.

"I think about you on your knee's in front of me. Looking into your eyes as you suck me off." Rick was finally starting to feel like he could show her that he wasn't as chivalrous as he'd been coming off to her.

"I might not be good at it." Beth blushed, letting her bra fall to the floor next to her blouse.

"Not possible. Just, I call bullshit. Your lips wrapped around me would be enough to make me explode. I don't think you realize the effect you have on me." Rick hit the nail on the head but was so lust stricken he didn't realize it.

"Then tell me." Beth purred at him, unbuttoning her skirt and waiting for him to answer. Rick's grip on the desk tightened and his jaw flexed.

"You make me want to see how many inches of my dick you can handle. I want to know what angle makes you scream for me. I want to know how hard I can fuck you. I want to see your eyes roll in the back of your head. I want to see how many times I can make you cum before I lose it. I want to thoroughly fuck you so well that you never think of another man in the same way you think of me. I want to be the reason you squirm and touch yourself. I want to make love to you so passionately that you want to wake up every morning with my arms wrapped tightly around you." Rick's eyes were open and Beth had never seen them with so much passion before.

Beth pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it. He'd answered all her questions and all she wanted was to see him come undone for her. She closed the gap between them again, wrapped one arm around the back of his neck and the other resumed what she'd started. His eyes rolled back and he groaned.

She watched his eyes turn wild, she saw how he struggled to keep his hands on the desk. He watched his face turn from loving every second to getting mildly uncomfortable. That's when it clicked for her that she might have been rubbing him raw again.

"I want you to know,..." She began, standing on her toes and whispering in his ear, "that I would love to fit as much of you as I could down my throat right now." She licked his earlobe and brought her hand that was wrapped around him to her mouth, tasting the pre-cum that had been providing a little relief to him. He moaned as he watched her taste him, and then actually spit onto her palm to lubricate it and continue.

"Just like that Beth, fuck don't stop." He grunted, thrusting his hips into her hand. Eyes focused on her, Imagining her wrapped tightly around him. Beth knew he was close, his thrusts became erratic and his legs were shaking a bit.

"Cum for me Rick." She purred in his ear and pressed a kiss his lips. She watched his face as he exploded. She felt the warm spurts cover her hand and wrist, some managing to hit her outer thigh. What she'd most remember is the way he'd called her name.

"Feel better?" She asked as innocently as she could.

"I think you're trying to kill me." Rick smiled. He let his hands leave the desk to wrap his arms around her. He wanted to kiss her until she was gasping for air.

They came down off their high, cracking a few jokes back and forth. Rick watched her clean up his mess with his tie and hide it in her bra for the walk back.

"I told you I wanted a souvenir too. Who knows when we can do this again with our schedules. Oh, and don't worry, I'll definitely be thinking of you when I try to get myself off until you can do it for me Which, by the way, thank you for showing me how to do that." Beth kissed his nose before straightening up her clothes and picking up the plates from their dinner to take back to the kitchen.

"As long as I'm not busy fighting for our lives, feel free to try to steal me away so I can help you out with that." Rick winked at her, picking up what she couldn't carry and opening the door for her.

"Time to act natural." Beth sighed before stepping out into the hallway.

"Try not to think about it, at least not until you get the privacy of your cell." Rick leaned in to whisper behind her while he locked the office up.

The walk back was pretty quiet. Every one at the prison had gone to bed. Still they tried to make as little noise as possible when dropping the dishes off in the kitchen. They held hands walking down the cell block. Rick walked her to her cell, and gave her a kiss good night before turning to go to his own cell for the rest of the night. He figured with how close to crossing lines they had gotten, it wouldn't have been safe for her to sleep next to him. He didn't trust himself right now.

Beth hide his tie in the back of her underwear drawer, changed and went to bed. It had been a long night already, she was exhausted. It was one of few nights since the apocalypse that the groans of the walkers didn't keep her awake.