Red River Blue

Chapter 67

Harley woke with a start, her body twitching as her muscles reacted to the unusual sensation of someone's body against hers. She felt the quilt being pulled up over her back. And then a warm hand, gliding gently back and forth across the bare skin of her back.

"S'alright," Spencer mumbled, still half asleep himself, "...just a bad dream. Go back to sleep."

Harley lay still, her head resting on his chest. She only had a twin sized bed. So for both their long bodies to fit, she was lying practically on top of the man. Since his arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close, Harley assumed Spencer must not mind the invasion of his personal space. She found she didn't really mind the closeness either. Which surprised her. Usually she didn't care for people touching her. But his skin was warm against hers, snuggled under the blanket. And when she adjusted her long legs, hiking one across his hips, she felt the hard press of his morning erection against her thigh.

Spencer pulled her closer, humming his pleasure as he pressed a sleepy kiss into her hair. Harley felt her cheeks getting hot as she replayed everything they did to each other the night before over in her mind. When she thought about his head between her thighs, she felt a delicious pull down in the bottom of her stomach. Her hips ground against him, the muscles in her thighs tightening. The strength of her urges surprised her. She thought once she had sex, the desire for it would dissapate. Instead she found herself just as eager for more as she was for what happened last night. Or maybe even more eager now, since she had a better idea now of what was about to happen.

"Thought ya wanted to go back ta'sleep," Harley whispered as she felt Spencer's hand glide down over the curve of her hip to squeeze her ass. He didn't answer. Instead he shifted his body, grabbing her hips and guiding her body on top of his. He bent his knees, bringing his legs up between hers and spreading her legs open wide. His hands moved lower, caressing over her body before he gripped her ass and parted her cheeks as nudged her pussy with the tip of his dick. She groaned, her nails digging into his chest as she pushed against his grip, trying to get more of his length inside her. His body shook with a bit of silent laughter. She was so overeager for him. Spencer would never have believed Harley was a virgin before last night if he hadn't felt her barrier break when he finally pushed inside her. Her sexual aggression and her lack of experience combined to give him what was by far the hottest sexual experience of his life thus far. No other girl he'd been with before could even begin to compare.

Though Spencer was sure it was quite early to be awake, many of the other residents of Harley's house had been up for quite some time already. Glenn and Maggie took off to go look at the garden area towards the back of town. Beth went with them. River already showered and she was having coffee on the front porch with Carol, trying to squeeze some details out of the woman about her night with Daryl.

Merle woke up and reached across the bed, looking for his wife. But River's side of the bed was already cold. He swung himself out of bed and grabbed for his shorts, pulling them on so that at least his ass was covered. He could smell coffee and after a quick trip to the bathroom, he headed down the hall in search of a large steaming cup of it.

Merle paused in the hall. He heard a low moan followed by the creak of a bedframe coming from inside one of the bedrooms. He snickered, sure that he was hearing his brother finally getting one off with Carol. Merle cocked his head to get a better listen, hoping that Daryl might say something embarrassing that Merle could tease him about later.

"What the hell are ya doin'?," Daryl asked. He was leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, scratching his head. Merle looked at him and then back at the bedroom door he was standing in front of, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Uh…," Merle stuttered, as he cocked his head towards the closed door, "...I thought you were in there bonin' the mouse." Daryl scowled at him.

"So you were gonna listen?," Daryl accused, "...fuckin' pervert." Daryl thought about the situation for another minute before the corners of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. Daryl pointed towards the room he just exited. "This is my room." Pointing towards the door Merle was almost putting his ear to a moment before, he announced, "That's Harley's room."

It took Merle a moment to compute the information he just received from Daryl. He stared at the door for a moment with a confused look on his face. Then another moan came from inside. Louder than the one he heard before. Merle grabbed at the doorknob, twisting it hard and finding that the door was locked. He lifted his one good hand and pounded on the door. Hard.

"HEY! HARLEY! OPEN UP!"

Not only did the door not open up, but Merle could now hear voices inside. One that he was sure was his older daughter. And the other one was clearly a man talking to her. Who the fuck is knocking like that? Oh shit it's my dad! OH FUCK! You better get the fuck out of here! The voices were accompanied by excessive rustling noises.

"OPEN THIS FUCKIN' DOOR RIGHT NOW!," Merle hollered, pounding harder. When it was clear that whoever was inside was absolutely not going to open the door, Merle backed up a step and kicked it hard. The door flung open, slamming against the wall and leaving a hole in the drywall where the doorknob was. Harley shrieked and grabbed for the top sheet off the bed, wrapping it around her body to cover herself. The man Merle heard talking to her before was halfway out the window already, climbing naked onto the roof of the front porch. Spencer took one look at Merle's face and jumped, landing in the grass below with a soft thud. Merle leaned out the window, hollering a few choice words at the man. When he stood up and turned he saw the look on Harley's face.

When her father kicked in her door out of nowhere, exposing her in a rather compromising act, Harley was shocked and embarrassed. But those feelings had quickly given way to anger. Who the hell does he think he is? Barging in here like that. Gonna kick his fuckin' ass fer this! Harley tightened the sheet around her body, tucking it in so her arms were free. Then she advanced on her father, who was smart enough to start backing out of her room the moment he saw her face contort in anger. Harley caught the man in her doorway, giving him a hard shove and sending him slamming into the wall on the opposite side of the hall.

"DON'T YOU EVER COME IN MY ROOM AGAIN!," she hollered before slamming the door shut in Merle's face. Harley grabbed Spencer's pants and boxers and rushed to the window, tossing them down to him. Harley could hear her mother laughing her ass off on the front porch while Spencer yanked on his shorts. Once his pants were up, he blew her a kiss.

"Call you later!," he teased before he took off running down the street in his bare feet. Harley shook her head, watching him until he disappeared around the corner. Then she leaned back inside and closed her window. She was about to start getting dressed when she heard her sister screaming bloody murder in the hallway.

Merle straightened himself up, glancing at the dent in the wall where his shoulder smashed the drywall. He rolled his eyes at the bedroom door, quickly deciding that going another round with Harley was not in his best interests. Daryl was having a good laugh about it, still lingering in the doorway of his bedroom. Merle was thinking about giving the man a few quick rabbit punches. But suddenly Daryl stopped laughing. His eyes widened as he stared down the hall behind Merle.

Merle turned around. His eyes almost bugged out of his head at this point. Whatever nonsense Harley was doing was really her own business. She was grown. But Wren was not. The loud slam of Harley's door hitting the wall had rousted the younger girl from her room. She was standing in the hall, her bare legs sticking out from under Carl's t-shirt. And Carl was standing next to her, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and hat.

Wren looked at Carl. Then at her father's face. He was staring at Carl. And he looked like an angry bull that was locked in on a red flag.

"CARL!," Wren screamed, "RUN!"

Carl always had good survival instincts. And they didn't fail him on this occasion. The moment Wren screamed his name he turned and started hauling ass down the hall. He thundered down the steps, jumping the last few and landing hard on the floor. Carl swung the door open, tripping over the lip of the doorframe and face planting hard on the front porch. His hat flew off his head, flinging into a nearby bush. He could hear Wren screaming inside the house. And he could hear her dad coming down the steps after him. Carl's arms pushed up, his bare feet sliding until they caught traction and propelled him up and down the front porch steps. Carl took off running through the yard and up his own porch steps, swinging the door open and dead bolting it behind him.

"What in hell?," Carol cursed. She and River were just minding their own business, drinking their coffee on the porch. Suddenly there were half naked boys flinging around in every direction. The entire house had erupted into chaos.

Merle flew out of the front door, running after Carl. But Carl was much faster. He was inside his house before Merle even got to the steps. Merle stomped up and started pounding and kicking at the door. He was throwing a rather epic fit, which was only made funnier by the fact that Carl had run straight through the house, come out the back door and was peeking around from the side of the house watching Merle try to kick in his front door. Carol grabbed the boy's hat from their front bushes and tossed it over to him.

"Should I go over there and get him?," River asked, looking across the yard with some concern at her angry husband.

"He's not gonna be able to kick the door in," Carol said with a shrug, "He doesn't even have his boots on."

"Fair enough," River said, plopping herself back down onto the porch swing and taking another sip of her coffee. She sat sideways on the swing, keeping her eyes on Merle to make sure he didn't do anything crazier than scream and beat on Rick's door. River was more worried about what was going to happen when someone opened the door. Because she was sure that Merle's loud ass hollering had woken everyone in their house by now. And someone was bound to come see what the issue was eventually. She hoped that someone was not Rick and was relieved when Michonne opened the door.

"What in hell Merle?," Michonne asked, stepping out onto the porch in her bathrobe. Merle backed away from her, pointing inside.

"That little shit FUCKED my daughter!," he hollered.

"That's not true, we were only kissing!," Carl yelled back from around the side of the house. Actually, they did a little more than kiss. They did some groping and feeling on each other. But they didn't fuck. Carl was telling the truth about that.

"You're gonna be kissin' my fist you little shit!," Merle threatened, taking a step towards the side of the porch Carl was peering up at him from. The kid had a pair of balls on him at least. More than the grown ass man Merle chased out of Harley's room, who had taken off down the street and not come back.

By this time Wren had managed to pull some shorts on. She dragged her Uncle Daryl down the steps and out onto the porch with her. When they got there, she gripped Daryl's shirt and began sobbing dramatically into his chest. Don't let him hurt Carl! Uncle Daryl! Make him stop! Daryl patted her back.

"No one's hurting anyone," River announced, giving Merle a pointed glance before she detached her younger daughter from Daryl and pulled the girl down onto the porch swing with her. She wrapped her arm around Wren and took another sip of her coffee.

"You guys have coffee over there?," Michonne asked, lifting her hand to shade her eyes as she peered over.

"There's a whole pot made up in the kitchen," Carol answered, lowering herself onto the porch railing. Daryl sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her and reaching for her cup to get a sip of coffee while he grumbled about being hungover and how it was too early for Merle's bullshit. As far as Daryl was concerned, this was kharma at work. And Merle deserved every bit of this shit for getting River pregnant before she was even in high school. He planned to wait until his brother wasn't around. Then Daryl was going to have a good laugh about it.

With the promise that she would make sure Rick had a talk with Carl, Michonne managed to corral Merle back over to his own house. He lunged at Carl as they passed by the boy, sending him dashing back down between the houses and around to his back door. But Merle didn't chase him again. Instead he shuffled up onto his porch and gave River a kiss. Then he followed Michonne inside for a cup of coffee.