Carolina in my mind

Chapter 7

Carolina felt the closed door pressing against her back before she realized Merle had moved their bodies. She gasped, the sound turning into a muffled moan as he parted her lips with his tongue. The heat was already pooling between her legs, pushing any rational thoughts from the forefront of her mind. She lifted one thigh, parting her legs so he could press against her core through their clothes.

The moment Merle slipped his hand under her tank to cup her breast, it became apparent to her that while this was her first time having any sexual contact with him, it was not his first time touching her. She gasped against his lips, deepening the kiss as he grabbed her breast with a rough almost bruising squeeze. The hard touch turned whisper soft as he grazed his fingers over the hardened bud of her nipple. Something no man had even known to do unless Carolina verbally instructed them. And even then, half the time they couldn't seem to understand that her nipples were over-sensitive and too much pressure against them was painful for her. Her hips shifted as she hiked her long leg up higher, desperately seeking some friction against her now throbbing clit.

His hand slipped out from beneath her shirt, moving up the outside of it to grip her already low neckline instead. He pushed her bra strap off her shoulder, yanking it and her shirt down to free enough of her breast that her nipple was revealed. When he dipped his head and flicked his tongue across it, Carolina almost came right there with all her clothes still mostly on. At that point she knew she was done for. She was going to let Merle do anything he wanted to her. And she sent up a silent prayer that her IUD had crossed over into dreamland with the rest of her body. Because she was already thinking about how good it was going to feel when he came inside her, his dick throbbing as she squeezed down around it.

The straps to her overalls were already unhooked. And the bottom half of them slid easily the rest of the way down over her full hips. Lowering himself to his knees, Merle tugged at the laces on her boot, pulling it off along with the sock on that foot. With her foot bare, it was easy to slip it out of her overalls. Her black panties went next, jerked down over her hips to her feet and left to dangle around the ankle of her foot that still had a boot on it. She usually kept her pubic area meticulously waxed, leaving only a neat strip of hair that was a slightly darker blonde than the hair on her head. And Carolina noticed that while her mound was still trimmed short and somewhat maintained, brazilian waxing must have gone out of style when the world went to shit. She felt a momentary flush of embarrassment, having someone see her not only so exposed but also not looking her best. But those worries were quickly dismissed when Merle buried his face between her legs.

"Holy fuck," she cursed, bracing her back against the door.

Lifting the thigh of her bare foot up, he pushed it up and over his shoulder. With her legs spread, she felt a cool rush against her wet folds. And then the press of his warm mouth against her. He traced his tongue along the outside of her glistening lips first, teasing her by purposely avoiding her clit. He shoved his tongue inside her, replacing it with his fingers when she bucked her hips forward into his face. Pumping into her roughly with his fingers, his tongue finally moved to her clit and began to flick back and forth across the small bundle of nerves. Like with her breasts, it was the combination of the hard and feather light touches at the same time that had her moaning in a series of soft high pitched little gasps as she came hard against his face. He kissed the inside of her thigh, wiping his face off on her exposed flesh before he lifted the hem of his shirt and cleaned himself the rest of the way off.

"Take yer other boot off and come on," he suggested, lightly slapping his open palm against her pussy and laughing when the soft blow made her gasp and clench her bare thighs together.
"Asshole," she huffed, leaning down and trying to get the boot off her foot. With her thighs shaking and her overalls in a tangled bunch around her ankle it was a harder task than it might seem. Merle was standing in the bedroom doorway, taking off his own clothes as he watched her. He had an amused smile on his face, clearly enjoying the fact that her body wasn't fully functioning after the orgasm he just coaxed out of her. Carolina sighed as her boot finally slid off. And she shook her leg, freeing herself of the rest of the overalls mess and flicking her underwear across the room. She stepped on the toe of her sock with the opposite foot, pulling it off that way. One of her titties was already hanging out. So she pulled her tank top off before she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

The cool air felt good against her exposed skin. And she stretched, raising her arms above her head in a way that she knew lifted her breasts and made her nipples turn upwards. As she headed towards the bedroom, she could see that Merle was already naked and eyeing her body with a wolfish grin. He was obviously confident enough to stand completely exposed in front of her. And from what she could see, there was no reason he shouldn't be. His body was lean and muscular. The only hair on his torso was the little trail that led from his navel down into the thicker patch his sizable erection was jutting up from. Carolina did notice that he was leaning against the doorframe in a way that hid his mangled wrist behind the door frame. Maybe he's not as eager to show that off as he is to show off his dick, she thought.

Carolina reached forward, placing her hands on Merle's shoulders and running them down over his chest. His skin was soft over the hard muscle beneath. And she wrapped her arms around his waist, eager for the feel of her soft breasts pressing against his chest. She hummed her pleasure as he kissed her. There was passion in the kiss, but not as much urgency as she expected. Merle clearly wasn't in a huge rush to get her onto the bed and under him. Which did make some sense to her. From his perspective, they probably slept together all the time. There was no hurry. No desperate desire to get her under him before she changed her mind. It felt good just to be kissed for the sake of kissing. And not to have someone rushing through it so they could hurry up and blow their load inside her. Though Carolina was still quite certain that part of the act would happen before the afternoon was over.

Finally breaking the kiss, Merle led her over to the bed. He pulled the blankets and sheets back, letting her climb in first. On the bed, the kissing continued. But this time it came with more of the touching they'd done by the door. Only this time, she had access to his naked body. And she skimmed her hands over it, exploring him with her fingers as she did her best to react to his body language and touch him in a way that felt as good to him as his touch felt to her. The heat built back up between her legs until she was throbbing, almost painful with need.

When she couldn't take it anymore, Carolina rolled Merle onto his back, swinging her leg over and sitting up so that she was straddling his hips. Reaching down, she grabbed his dick and used her hand to guide it inside her slick folds. Her insides stretched deliciously and she lowered herself until she felt his balls bump her bottom and he was completely buried inside her. On top was by far her favorite position. And while she had some initial notion of trying to draw the act out and prolong her pleasure, after the first forward thrust of her hips she was fucking him hard and fast as she chased her second orgasm.

Carolina arched her back, her nails digging slightly into his chest as she came. Merle let her ride out the rest of her pleasure before he nudged her off, sitting up and moving behind her. He grasped her by the hair, not yanking or ripping it, but just guiding her until she was positioned the way he wanted, on her knees with her ass in the air and her elbows resting on the bed. She was so wet that even her thighs were slick with desire. Wet enough that when he began to fuck her hard and fast, his skin literally slapping against hers, that all she felt was waves of pleasure without the pain that would usually come with having someone so well endowed push into her so roughly. Every thrust was slamming directly against the spot on the front wall of her pussy that felt the best. And when she came for the third time, he finally came with her, spilling himself deep inside her with a loud groan of pleasure and release.

Carolina collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto her side. Merle pulled the blankets up over both their legs before he did the same, lying face down next to her. They both lay still, letting their breathing and heart rates slowly return to normal. And aside from his obvious skill and willingness to protect her from the dead, Carolina was starting to realize why her apocalypse self chose to slum it with Merle Dixon. Because she would be goddamned if that wasn't the best fuck she ever had in her life. Even the few long term relationships she'd had, the sex was never like this. They either never bothered to learn what she liked, or maybe just didn't care. Assholes. Every last one of them.

Carolina brushed the hair back from her face. Merle was still lying face down. And she had her first clear view of his back. Which was almost worse to look at than his wrist. There were scars layered on top of scars on top of more scars. His ass was partially covered by the blankets. But she could see the old lash marks covered that as well. And maybe even the backs of his thighs. There was hardly an inch of his flesh that wasn't marred or marked in some way. A long vertical scar that marked his upper left shoulder looked more like a stab wound than a lash. And there was another scar below his ribs and off to the side that she was fairly certain was a bullet exit wound. He looked like life literally chewed him up and spit him out. And from how faded and old some of the marks looked, life had started on him early.

Lifting her hand, Carolina reached over. Her touch was tentative as she rested her fingers on Merle's back, tracing the raised line of one particularly nasty looking scar. She was prepared to yank her hand back, unsure if he would want her touching him over his old injuries. Instead of jerking away he shifted his body slightly, leaning into her touch.

"Feels good," he encouraged. "Rub muh back fer me?" Carolina didn't answer. She just flattened her hand and began to rub soft slow circles over his raised and bumpy flesh. Merle hummed, settling his body into a more comfortable position against the mattress. He let her continue her gentle caresses for a while longer before he spoke again.

"Gonna tell me what's goin' on with ya the last few days?," he asked. The question caught Carolina off guard and she jerked her hand back. "Could just say no," he groused, "...didn't hafta stop rubbin' muh back." She smiled, reaching her hand back over. The fact that he wasn't going to force or press her to tell him made her feel a little more comfortable.

"If I told you what's going on with me," she finally said, "...you'd never believe it."

Merle stopped her gentle massage as he rolled over to face her.

"Try me," he countered.

Carolina considered this. She couldn't tell him the whole truth. That he was a character on a tv show. That was beyond batshit crazy. But maybe she could tell him some of the truth. Enough of it to explain why she'd been acting so weird.

"When I woke up from that dream the other night," she said. "...the last thing I remember before that was falling asleep on my couch. In my old apartment. In Virginia. Before the outbreak." Merle's eyes widened. And Carolina immediately began to regret telling him anything.

"Ya don't know me?," he asked, the hurt coming through in his voice though he was clearly trying to hide it. "You woke up and ya don't remember me at all? Like we was never together?"

"I know who you are. I know your name and everything," Carolina said, noting his obvious relief. "But I don't remember anything about us being together." He still didn't seem like he liked that. But to be fair, he looked more worried than angry.

"Maybe ya got some kind of PTSD or somethin'," Merle suggested. "It'll all come back to ya eventually." He sounded so confident that for a moment, Carolina even believed him.

Wrapping his arm around Carolina, Merle rolled onto his back and pulled her against him. She snuggled into his side, hiking one leg over his thigh and resting her head on his chest. She could tell he still needed a moment to fully process what she told him. And Carolina was surprised by how quick he was to just believe her. She began to wonder if he would believe her that easily if she told him the governor was a psycho that was going to kill him if they didn't get the hell away from Woodbury.

"So ya woke up two days ago. And ya don't remember us being together at all?," Merle confirmed. Carolina nodded. "And ya already let me get a piece of that ass!," he announced. "What the hell did ya make me wait so long for the first damn time?," he asked.

"What?," Carolina asked, jerking back. That was what he was worried about? This fucker had to be kidding. She flopped back onto the mattress and did the only thing there was left to do. She collapsed into a heap of giggles.

"How long did I make you wait the first time?," she asked once she finally got her laughter under some form of control.

"Nineteen fuckin' days," Merle replied with a raise of his brow. Carolina started laughing again. She knew they were on apocalypse time. But that was still practically no time at all. He must be used to women that fucked him in the dive bar parking lot.

"How did we meet?," Carolina asked, needing further clarification on why a little over two weeks was an excessive amount of time to spend getting to know someone before hopping on their dick. Merle smiled a little, pulling her back against him before he told her that part of their story.

"I was starvin'. Dyin' of blood loss. From my hand. Thinkin' a bullet might make a good last meal. I was passed out when the governor picked me up. He brought me back to Woodbury." Merle paused his story long enough to smile down at her again. "...And the first thing I saw when I woke up was yer face. Then I saw yer titties and I was sure I'd died and gone ta fuckin' heaven."

Carolina laughed again, tilting her chin back and leaning up to kiss him through her giggles. She let his story sink in, realizing that she must have taken care of Merle after he lost his hand. And while that was happening, she guessed they fell in love with each other. It was a plausible story. And for a moment, Carolina saw Merle as what she must have seen him for then. Not the villain on a tv show, but an injured man that lived a rough life and was never anything but gentle with her despite his horrible upbringing.

"So ya know who I am at least," Merle confirmed. Carolina nodded. "What else do ya know?." he asked. She paused, thinking over his question and the fact that he had no idea how loaded it was.

"I know you and the governor shot those national guard soldiers," she said.

"Anyone with half a fuckin' brain knows that sugar," Merle teased back, chuckling at her little half cooked accusation.

"I know they had a teenage kid with them. And the governor shot him in the back while he was running away," Carolina added, watching the change in Merle's facial expressions.

Merle might be a redneck. But he wasn't stupid. He knew full well that there was no way Carolina could know that detail. She wasn't there. And he scooped her up and took her away in the truck the minute he got back. So there was no way anyone could have told her about it. But still she knew. Carolina began to get a little concerned as Merle's face turned from confusion to a more intense serious look.

"What else do you know?," he repeated, reaching across the small space and cupping her face with his one good hand. Carolina swallowed hard. And then she told Merle what she'd been aching to tell him from the moment she spotted Michonne and Andrea in that exam room.

"I know where Daryl is."