I make no money doing this, and at the slow rate I write it would never be profitable anyways. And not as many people love Beth/Merle as I think should...

This is an experiment. I'm about 12 chapters into a story and I'm stuck, stuck, stuck! So I decided I was going to take a story idea from my "someday to be written" list and give myself a two day time limit and just see what it produced. And post it regardless. It was originally to have been Daryl and Beth...but I just couldn't make myself do that to Merle. So this has not been past a beta...or it wouldn't fit into my self imposed timeframe. So what you see is what you get. I may or may not write a second chapter depending on if I have any reader interest.

Sillage

The scent that lingers in the air, the impression made in a space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone's perfume.

Beth was beyond mad...she was pissed. All she wanted to do on her night off was vegg in front of the tv. In her pajamas...eating ice cream. Or read a book while sitting in a hot bubble bath, with a glass of wine..and then change into her pajamas. Or maybe sit in bed and eat Chinese takeout and watch reruns of "New Girl"...in her pajamas! But no, Maggie had called saying that some of the other girls at work were calling out with the flu and Abe needed them at the bar ASAP, so Beth had dutifully gotten ready while waiting for Maggie to pick her up.

It wasn't that she hated her job, in fact she kinda loved it! Who would of thought that working at a bar could give a girl such confidence? No, the issue she had at this moment was that this job required a certain amount of flirty attitude, skimpy clothes and a ton of makeup. And this was her first day off in two weeks, she didn't want to have attitude, or put on makeup...or clothes for that matter.

Ford's was always busy, and she made good money serving drinks...better than good. Watching as Maggie worked at the bar part time and made way more than she did at her full time job at the music shop was eye opening. And going to school at the same time was hard. Of course she could do her course work at the store when it was slow, and that was never going to happen at Ford's, but in theory she would work less for more money and have more time to study.

In reality it meant working working both jobs while her two week notice turned into six, waiting for the store to find a replacement for her. And having her 3 night shifts at the bar, multiply into 4 or 6 nights because she rarely turned down the other girls when they asked her to cover them. Although she liked all the girls, there were days she swore she worked with a bunch of slackers!

When Abe told her about the temporary opening at the bar...she had jumped at it. It helped that Abe had already met Maggie's "baby" sister and had liked her. When Beth first moved there she had babysat for his kids a few times, and he and his wife thought she was "good people". It didn't hurt that she was his image of sexy young farm girl...or maybe sexy kindergarten teacher. When Abe said the position was now permanent if she wanted it, she was more than happy to stay. At that point in time he didn't have another girl like Beth working at Ford's. It was a win-win for both of them.

At the time Abe had working for him a tough and sexy Maggie, sexy hot and spicy Rosita, sexy take no-shit Sasha, sexy tell it like it is Sherry….well he had a shitload of sexy "tough" girls, they were kinda his thing, and he had a hard time saying no to that kinda sexy, in fact he had married that kind of sexy.

But Beth had a sexy softness, a much more approachable kind of sexy that the bar seemed to be in need of. The customers genuinely liked her, asked about her when she wasn't there. Sometimes the guys would wait in line so she would be the one who served them...just for one of her sweat genuine smiles. She talk to them...remembered them, asked after wives and children. Remembered who had been given that new promotion, and would always remember to inquire how things were going. She made the men...and the female customers both feel special. And that is why Ford's needed Beth Green.

There was nothing fake about her, despite the amount of makeup or the "sex pot" clothing that Abe required his girls to wear. That's why every week he would add just a little more time to her schedule.

So here Beth sat in the back of Maggie's car, on her day off. Daisy Dukes, her favorite cowboy boots and toddler sized tank top (not her favorite), she had even put her hair in the classic farm girl braids that Abe seemed to prefer her to wear.

Even the heavy amount of makeup she had applied couldn't hide her angry scowl. Sandwiched between Maggie's roommates Tara and Amy in the back seat, she was fuming...but Maggie just laughed it off, telling Amy's sister, whom she had become good friends with, "kidnapping Beth, was for her own damn good."

"Time to knock the cobwebs out between your legs, Bethy." She said in a singsong voice. "If you're not careful your are going to be an old spinster living with 100 cats!"

Beth set her jaw mulishly, "I own two cats Mags, two. That doesn't mean I'm a spinster in the making. Just means, I ain't got the room or time for a dog."

Tara laughed and threw her arm around the sulking Beth, "How about a man...got time for one of those? Or I know a real nice lady...thinking about asking her out myself, but I would sacrifice my happiness for you." She said planting a big wet kiss on Beth's cheek.

"I don't want either. What I want is my pajamas, maybe a glass of wine or a bowl of ice cream and Netflix." Beth said sullenly wiping the kiss off with the back of her hand.

Maggie pulled over and looking at Beth in the mirror while bargaining, "Come on Beth. Be a good sport, I shouldn't have to trick you into going out with me. I know technically we see each other at least three nights a week anyway but it's not the same. We barely have time to talk at the bar, and besides I really want you to meet Glenn."

She pushed the mirror back into place and turned to look over her shoulder, "I really like this guy Beth, please try not to take it out on him that I tricked you into coming out." And Beth felt herself softening towards Maggie.

That was before Maggie opened her big fat mouth and added, "I promise it's for your own good, and I told his friend all about you. I really think you're gonna like Zach. It's time that you started dating again..or at least have a nice roll in the hay."

Beth sat up straight, horrified that her sister would force her into a blind date. "MAGGIE!" she cried scandalized, " please tell me you didn't tell this guy you were setting him up to have sex with your little sister!"

Andrea laughed, "She told him it's been so long for you, that you're practically a virgin again."

"MAGGIE!" Beth wailed, as the other girls cackled like the witches they were.

As She stepped out of the car she eyed the assortment of motorcycles skeptically, "What kinda party is this? It looks like a sleazy biker bar! I can't go in there dress like this!" Indicating to her work clothes. He's going to think I'm easy!

"Gee, thanks." Amy said sourly looking down at the outfit that she was wearing. Almost identical to Beth's, only they were actually Amy's regular clothes. And she she didn't even work at the bar.

"That's because it is a sleazy biker bar." Maggie said brightly, "but the party is not in there," She turned her body pointing at the house across the street "it's in there."

"Yeah, like that's a whole lot better." Beth sputtered, taking in the row of motorcycles parked in the driveway.

"Both of Glenn's roommate are motorcycle mechanics...they're supposedly really very good, from what Glenn says. So half of those bikes are probably there to be fixed." She grabbed Beth's hand, "You don't have to worry about any of them big bad biker's. I set you up with one of the junior computer techs from Glenn's work. He is young, cute, making good money...perfect for you in every way! And anyways, I would never set you up with one of Glenn's biker friends." Maggie said consolingly if not a little condescendingly.

"Hell yeah!" Andrea exclaimed, "save them badass biker boys for me! Because they are just the kind of stress relief this lawyer needs." She pulled out a tube of lipstick from her cleavage and applied it with gusto, "sex with inappropriate men is just what the Doctor ordered!" And with that she and Maggie linked arms and headed inside, Amy following close behind.

Tara looked over at Beth, who expression was flickering between anger and hurt. "Beth, you don't gotta do anything. We can just hang and talk. My friend Carol is going to be here with her boyfriend." She said laying her hand on Beth's rigid shoulder. "Carol and Daryl are awesome, I think you will really like them, tonight doesn't have to be a complete waste. Making a couple of new friends is always good...and if Zach is gross we can pretend to be together."

Beth straightened her back took a deep breath turning your head towards Tara, "It's past time for Maggie to worry about herself and leave me alone. I'm 23 not 16...and I'm sick of this shit. Maybe I need to find myself the biggest baddest badass biker in the room and take him for a spin. If Maggie likes Zach so much, she can figure out what to do with him." She seethed as she stomped towards the door.

"Oh dear lord, for the love of all that's holy, please don't set this place on fire!" Tara yelled after her.

Merle had been thinking about crossing the street to go to the club when the three ladies walked in. 'Pretty girls' he thought, 'might be worth hanging around for a bit.' He wasn't sure what to make of them even though they were made up they sure didn't look like the typical biker chicks. 'Must be Maggie', he thought as he saw Glenn's face light up at the sight of her. Glenn wouldn't stop talking about her. The older blond at Maggie's side looked around before headed straight for that asshole Shane. And Glenn's friend Noah had already stepped up to talk to the younger blond.

"Chinaman, is moving up in the world." He said to Daryl using his beer to point towards Glenn and Maggie. "She looks a little bit out of his league don't you think?"

"Nah, they seem to work real well together. I like her, she's a real firecracker...be good for Glenn." He took a drink of his beer, and continued, "She and Tara are roommates. Remember a few weeks ago when I asked you to help me with Carol's transmission? At the time I was thinking of introducing you to Maggie, so I asked Carol to bring her along with her. But when the girls stopped by so I could look at her car, Glenn was home...you weren't. As usual the moment I ask you to help you slipped out the backway and disappeared, don't matter anyways they hit it off immediately."

"So, you're telling me if I don't want to do free work on someone's car I don't get the girl?" He said testily.

"Yep. In this case, that's exactly what I'm saying." He nodded his head towards Glenn and his new girl kissing enthusiastically, "that coulda been you brotha', all in love and shit."

Merle shook his head, "Fuck, I got the worst luck. Look at her ass...it's perfect." He said sadly.

The sound of the door slamming had their heads turning. Sanding just inside the door was a pretty, petite blonde in tiny short shorts showcasing her long legs, and the teeny tiniest tank top showing her trim stomach. She was busy shooting evil looks at Maggie and Glenn to notice them. Maggie called out to her to come meet Glenn, but the blond shot her a rude gesture to go with the glare. Stomping past them into the other room, leaving a wave of perfume. She smelled of green tea and mint, and it made Merle's mouth water.

Daryl cracked a grin, "Must be Maggie's little sister. Heard her and Glenn planning an ambush blind date for her with Zach. Maggie said her sister was going to be pissed, looks like she called it."

Merle moved a few steps over so he could keep an eye on the little blonde. She was currently bending over the cooler on the floor in the kitchen digging around for a drink to suit her." He gave a low whistle…"I think she has a better ass than her sister...how the hell does such a short chick get legs that long?" He asked rhetorically.

"Ummmm Ummmm, want them legs wrapped around me, waist or head, I'm not picky. I'm thinking Zach's too young and inexperienced for that much woman." He said licking his lips and wiggling his eyebrows at Daryl.

Daryl scoffed, "Ain't she a mite young for you?"

"She over 18, ya think?" He asked, eyes still glued to her ass.

"Yep, works at a bar with her sister. So, she's at least 21." Daryl said crushing his empty beer can.

"Well then, she is officially old enough. I gotta go meet her before the wolves start circling." He smirked handing his almost full beer to Daryl while taking the crushed can from him as he walked past.

Beth was chasing a wine cooler around the bottom of the big tub, the ice water numbing her hand when a well muscled arm appeared next to her reaching in and grabbing her drink before reaching back in to grab a beer for himself. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck and it sent shivers racing down her spine and causing goosebumps to breakout all over her body. He stood slowly and tossed the empty can he was holding into the recycle bin.

Looking up she saw an older man, his bright blue eyes dancing merrily, like he held a secret about her that nobody but he knew about. As he opened the bottle and handed it to her, grinning his husky voice sounded amused. "Looked like it was escaping you...hate to see a pretty girl go without."

She thought he was handsome in kinda worn rough way. Muscular and barrel chested and dressed in so much leather he smelled like the tack room back home. It made her mouth water. Maybe he was a bit older than she would normally go for. Maggie would not approve, and that made him all the more attractive to her. He would do for tonight...in fact he was perfect.

He thought she was cute across the room, up close she was flawless...a bit too much makeup, but beautiful nonetheless. She smelled delicious. All fresh and tart, green tea and mint, and fresh cut grass and salty sea air. And she was so, so incredibly pyoung. In reality a bit too young and perfect for him...not really one he would normally go for, she would probably require more work than she was worth in the end. But those legs...that ass, her eyes. For tonight she would be well worth the extra work. Tonight he could settle for flawless.

She gave him a tight smile, "Girl, huh? Thank you," She raised her hand up indicating the bottle, "can you grab me another one? This one ain't gonna make it out of this kitchen alive."

She put the bottle to her lips and took a long drink, as she pulled it from her lips a red drop sat perched on her bottom lip. And he watched in fascination as she wiped it slowly away with her fingertip before slowly inserting the finger past her pouty lips and sucking it clean.

"Girl, you tryin' to give me a heart attack or a hard on?" He choked out in a gravelly voice.

Her lip quirked as she seemed to be holding back her smile, but her eyes were dancing as she placed her small hand on his cheek giving it a soft pat, "I'm not quite sure yet. Let me have a few more drinks while I make up my mind." she cooed as she drained her drink and put the glass in the bin.

He reached down getting her another one, opening it before handing it to her.

She narrowed her eyes in thought, "How do you feel about being used for your body?" She queried.

"Good, better than good...I don't mind being objectified." He swore, holding his fingers up in the traditional Boy Scout salute.

"You wouldn't mind if I wanted to climb all over you because the idea of you and me together would make my sister throw a shit fit?"

"Girl, I can piss people off without even trying, surely if I put my mind to it I could make her cry." He growled, seeming to take umbrage that he might not be found offensive enough for her sister.

"Sounds promising. But, I think I'll take a look around and see if I can find someone a little more objectionable...you're kinda ruggedly handsome and a bit charming in your own way." She offered as an excuse.

"Girl…beautiful, sexy and a sense of humor. I think may have hit the jackpot." He crowed in his rough voice.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, you ain't hit anything...yet. But you're welcome to keep trying." She said over her shoulder as she walked away. Swaying her ass covered in those tiny shorts provocatively.

"Challenge accepted...and I can be way more objectionable...I was being nice trying to get into your pants! Won't need to be nice to your sister, ain't looking to get into her pants." He boasted in a confident voice. Sucking his teeth lewdly, he watched her ass sway out of the room, making the people closest to the doorway look at him like he was a total nut job.

When he walked out she was talking to Carol and Tara. He had met Tara a few times, she was alright for a carpet muncher. She was a funny, take no shit kinda kinda girl that he appreciated. They got along real well, even if their sarcastic banter made people think otherwise.

He walked over to Daryl and Caesar, popping tab on his beer and taking a long gulp. "Let the guys know I call "Claimed" on the pouty little blonde. And I will take offense if anyone gets too friendly with her."

Caesar and Daryl both opened their eyes wide in astonishment. The Bikers would sometimes do this...and it was normally respected at least for a short period of time, usually the guys who employed this club right had no game. Merle had never felt the need to do so before, doing so now after such a short time talking to her was a big fucking deal.

"Got it, I'll get the word out." Caesar said walking away.

"Wait, what? Why?" Daryl asked confused, "what exactly happened in there in the five minutes you were talking to her?" He asked perplexed, turning to take another look at the girl. She was pretty, he would give you that, but not the type Merle normally went for at all.

And Merle had a type. He liked them big breasted, wide hipped "healthy" girls, with big braying laughs and bright red lipstick, too much makeup...usually brassy bottle blondes or redheads.

This young girl didn't seem to have any of the standard "Merle" qualifications...except the tight clothes and the makeup.

Across the room Carol looked up at Daryl, her eyes sliding to Merle before turning back to the conversation with Beth and Tara.

The brothers deep in conversation, didn't seem to notice.

…

"What can you tell me about the big guy with the buzz cut, any girlfriend I have to be respectful of?" Beth asked pointing her drink vaguely in his direction.

Tara howled in laughter. "Oh. My. God. Beth Greene, working at the bar has given you some serious lady balls! And a bunch of first class flirting skills. Six months ago I would never have thought you would last a round with someone like Merle Dixon...now, I'm not sure if he stands a chance against you! Merle is Daryl's brother." She placed her hand on Carol's shoulder, "Carol, you know them Dixon boys pretty well, what do you think?"

Carol glanced over at the brothers again, "Hell yeah, Merle hasn't taken his eyes off her since she walked in the door. And if the utterly dumbfounded look on Daryl's face right now is any indicator...I would guess Merle has declared his undying love for her."

Carol had only spent a short time with Beth, but she liked her, she was funny and bright and sweet. Even mad as hell at her sister, you could hear her love for Maggie underneath the current resentment she was feeling. She has already asked Carol if she had a change of clothes she could borrow so she could get out of her "work" clothes, leading them to discuss how she ended up there tonight.

"No clothes...no toothbrush either. I gotta move slow with Daryl, he's skittish. Too much, too soon and he will bolt." She explained laughing.

Tara turned to look at Merle, "Wowza...he is totally undressing you with his eyes right now! I hope you are wearing your sexy panties tonight!" She hooted, bending down so her face was blocking his view of Beth's ass, smirking she waved at him.

He in return smiled broadly and made a shooing gesture in return, she stood and his eyes immediately returned to Beth's ass.

"Boo...thought I was working tonight...comfy white cotton that don't ride up my ass crack. But totally unplanned...they do happen to have little motorcycle printed on them!"

Carol giggled, "He is going to love that! Honey, you make him work for it, Merle is the kinda guy that likes a good challenge. The merrier the chase you lead the more willing he is going to be to follow. Just like boiling a lobster, he won't know it's too late until it's too late. Come on Beth,". Carol urged, "I want you to meet my Daryl."

They spent time in chitchat, Merle not seeming able to keep the inappropriate comments out of his mouth or his eyes to himself.

Finally exasperated Beth put her hand on his bicep, giving it a firm squeeze followed by a few gentle pats "... I sure do hate making eye contact with people thank God for my boobs, right Merle?"

His eyes had moved to her hand, watching as she "pet" him "Yeah...wait, what?" He said looking up at her then around to the others.

Beer shot out of Daryl's nose, and Carol and Tara roared with laughter.

Beth shook her head, taking a step away from the group, "So, I'm going to go out back to the bonfire and see if I can find a man that's willing to hold a conversation while looking at my face instead of my ass and tits...I'll see you all later."

Merle looked perplexed, "What just happened?" He asked bewildered.

"Dude, she's been trying to engage you in conversation for the last 20 minutes. You look like a total loser, you perv." Tara shrieked through her laughter.

"I kept expecting you to start drooling." Carol wheezed, bending to catch her breath.

"Thank God for boobs!" Daryl said saluting Merle with his beer.

Merle rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "She makes me feel like I'm about 12 years old."

By the time he made it out to the backyard she was sitting talking to Zach and Tomas…'Shit!" The moaned, 'Tomas was unquestionably objectionable' and just ran in the same circles as the club. He definitely would make a pass at Beth given the chance.

Grabbing a wine cooler for her on the way out, he walked slowly towards her rehearsing his apology under his breath.

Beth looked up as he approached, "There you are! Long line at the bathroom? Never mind, I see you brought me a drink. Thanks Babe." She said grabbing his hand and practically pulling him down on the chair on top of her.

"Why would Maggie even try to set us up if you have a boyfriend?" Zach muttered sullenly.

Taking advantage of the situation, Merle put his arm around her and leaned into her heavily as he gave her an open mouth kiss.

She started to pull away, but he anchored her firmly to his side. Running his hand down her arm making sure his thumb grazed the side of her breast.

He felt her shiver, as she turned to Zach,

"M-Maggie thinks Merle is too old for me, and she likes to act like my Mother. Plus, she's just kinda mean like that...you should go give her a piece of your mind!" She happily suggested.

"I'm sorry that she tried to use you to break Merle and I up...that's just not cool. But you know my friend Amy is single...at least she was when we got here, and I really think you and she should meet each other." She encouraged, pointing out Amy to Zach effectively sending him on his way.

She sat back cuddling into Merles side, and whispered into his ear, "I take it back, you're not a creeper at all...but some of these guys you hang around with are a bit odd."

They sat talking quietly to each other until Tomas got up and wandered away.

"You are so making sure I make it home safely tonight. I'm getting really bad vibes from that Tomas...and your friend Negan was making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end!"

"You got it, one personal bodyguard at your disposal." He said gently pulling her braid, "Fuck, you smell good." He ran his nose along her neck inhaling her scent.

When She saw Maggie approach the back door, she moved herself to drape over his lap, turning sideways to wrap her arms around his neck, her hot breath in his ear as she whispered. Here's your chance to impress me with your smooth moves...if you suck at kissing, I'm going to look for that extremely charming but very off putting Negan guy."

He tilted his head, looking into her eyes, placing his hand on her cheek, as he was going in for a kiss, their eyes met and she could feel a physical click, like everything falling into place. It felt like magnets pulling them together. He must have felt something too, because he froze his eyes widening like he was having some sort of inner revelation. "Girl…" he hummed.

"Elizabeth Greene, I need to talk to you!" Maggie interrupted as she marched to their side.

Beth ran her nails through his short hair and nipped at his earlobe, "Don't go anywhere...I'll be right back." She demanded.

Merle made no attempt to cover the fact he was

re-adjusting himself.

Maggie glared at him, "Gross!" She tossed at him.

He licked his lips salaciously, and blew her a kiss. Disgusted she flipped him off, pulling Beth further away.

A few minutes later a much subdued Beth returned to his side and perched on the arm of his chair.

"She thinks she has the right to be mad at me? I was mad first...I call dibs on mad! Why are older siblings so bossy? Think she knows everything." She muttered, as she ripped small pieces of the label of her drink.

"Why do little siblings refuse to listen to good advice?" He volleyed.

"Maggie said I'm too young for you...and to stop leading you on." She said embarrassment coloring her voice. "Do you think I should follow her advice?"

"He'll, No! Girl, I've had a blast tonight. Even if I only got to look at your ass..it was worth it. Still going to tryto get you into my bed, though."

"All I wanted was to watch Netflix and chill, maybe indulge in some wine or ice cream. That was my plan for tonight. Maggie is so set on me getting laid...like I couldn't find someone if that was what I really wanted or needed." She said, only halfheartedly angry now.

"Girl...I got a TV and Netflix in my room. And there is a store around the corner, what flavor ice cream you want? I'll run and get you some if that's what you really want. Hell, I'll be nice, won't even stay and watch TV with you 'less you ask me too. But if I stay we gotta pick the show together, I don't wanna watch some girly shit...even for you. So, what do you want?"

She gave him her first true smile. "Definitely chocolate or coffee...or coffee with chocolate chunks if they have it. Why are you being so nice?"

"Baby Girl, don't question my game...I already told you I was trying to get you in my bed. I think you said something about objectifying me...and climbing all over me. I'm trying to make sure you live up to your word."

He stood and pulled her up with him. Putting his arm around her he ushered her inside.

"Okay, ice cream and Netflix, but if Maggie asks...even if we don't end up having sex tonight...we were having sex tonight, alright?"

He guffawed loudly "Girl...if ANYONE asks...we were having mind blowing sex, don't want to ruin my reputation."

He opened the door to his room, it was immaculate if a bit sparse, except for the books. A queen sized bed, across from it a stand with a good sized flat screen...and book, lots and lots of books. The thing that stood most out was a large motorcycle sitting in front of the sliding glass door.

Seeing her look at it, he said smiling, "For quick getaways."

"You got a pair of sweats or some boxers I can borrow?" She said digging in her purse and coming up with a pack of makeup wipes.

His eyebrows shot up. 'Girl, in his bed...wearing his boxers' He couldn't think of anything he wanted more at this moment. He reached into his drawers and pulled out a pair of his old worn boxers and tossed them to her.

"Bathroom is the door across the hall, towels and washcloths are right inside...help yourself to anything you need. And feel free to shower if you want." Grinning he said "I'll go get you some ice cream, give you time to shower and change."

By the time he was back and had dished out a bowl of ice cream for them to share and got back to the room, she was makeup free, her hair was pulled out of the braids and damply curling softly around her face. His boxers were hanging loosely around her hips, her tight little tank showed clearly that she had removed her bra, 'damn the girl was all nipples.'

She was sitting on his side of the bed the blankets pulled down and the sheets slightly rumpled. God, he hoped the sheets smelled like her in the morning.

Handing her the ice cream, he gave her a wolf whistle. "Girl, you the fuckin' sexiest thing I've ever seen. Like having the grownup version of Goldilocks in my bed." He said gruffly…"if I'm invited ta stay, I'ma try to feel ya up, or ta get a kiss or two outta you...probably both."

Standing she removed the spoon from her mouth slowly, cocking her head slightly. "I think I might be offended if you didn't at least try." She teased.

Then raising up on her tiptoes she kissed his lips. It was quick, but the taste of the coffee she left there was sweet and he was sure he wanted the rest of his serving to be delivered that way. And he couldn't help it when his lips chased hers as she put her feet flat on the floor again. "Stay. I really want you too." She said softly.

Loud knocking at the bathroom door startled her. "Beth? You in there?" Maggie's voice called loudly.

Beth looked at him a grin spreading across her face. "You wanna cause trouble?"

"With you? Hell yeah, nothing I want more." He rasped.

She sat the bowl down and pushed him down to the bed, and started pulling his shirt off, it took a second before he was hurrying to help her remove it, trying to toe off his boots, she giggled as she helped him remove those too. Stopping to brace one hand on his shoulder she pulled the boxers off leaving her in a pair of small white panties.

"Girl...them little motorcycle's on your drawers?" He asked amused.

"Dirt bikes…" she bit her lip as she smiled down at him.

She shifted her body to straddle him on the bed, Reaching back she pulled the sheets up to pool at their hips. Smiling she put one hand on his cheek and one behind his head scratching her nails through his short hair.

"God, I'm really starting to like the way that feels." He said tilting his head into her hand.

"Ready?" She whispered, her breath fanning over his lips.

"Girl...I was born ready." He breathed out onto hers.

Then his mouth was filled with her sweet coffee flavored tongue, his hands were full of her soft silky curls and she had her panty covered core slotted against his instantly raging hard on. And despite the fabric between them the heat coming off her was almost scalding.

It only took a second and kiss caught fire...like his mouth was filled with gasoline and her kiss was the match. She moaned and ground down on him. Making a sound of agreement, like his body had asked her a question, and hers had known the answer and wholeheartedly agreed.

Using his hand on the back of her head to bring her mouth into a more satisfying position and slid his other down to press her hips more firmly to his.

"Merle!" She moaned loudly, "Oh, God! Don't stop! Harder, I need it harder, please!" She called out, then quietly giggled into his mouth as she used one hand to slam the headboard into the wall repeatedly."

For a second he had forgotten what they were doing, but he quickly caught on. The girl was on fire...it couldn't all be an act, he didn't think. At least he sure as hell hoped not.

He quirked a grin at her before calling "Fuck...Beth, ride me, darlin', ride me hard, yeah, Baby, just like that." Making his voice loud enough to carry into the hall.

Beth covered her mouth to stifle her laugh. But it quickly became a loud sob as his mouth latched onto her neck sucking and nipping his way down. No longer playing...and not caring if anyone walked in, he drug his hand up pulling her shirt with it as he went, palming one her perfect breast. While pulling the other nipple into his hot mouth. Causing her to hiss and buck her hips. "Please!" She whispered, "please, I need more."

"Anything you want, Baby Girl, anything. You just gotta ask, an I'ma try to give it to you."

She grabbed his hand and brought it down slipping them into her panties. "I need you to touch me." And he did. With his teeth biting down on her slim neck and his thumb on her clit and two fingers buried in her heat, it only took seconds before she let go, and he caught her.

She only vaguely heard the door open then hurriedly being shut . But she did her her sisters shrill voice, "Oh my God, Glenn...my sister having sex with Merle Dixon! No! No! No! This can not be happening! She is supposed to be with Zach!"

"Sounds like Merle and Beth might be made for each other." Glenn said. And they could be heard arguing on their way back down the hall.

"Sorry...it's been awhile." Beth said blushing prettily.

"Girl, Don't apologize for being passionate. Makes me feel manly, in a me Tarzan...you Jane kinda way. We got all night, and there are several very dirty things I've been fantasizing about doing with you." He said running the edge of his nail lightly over her clit, making her buck her hips into his hand.

And Beth couldn't possibly care less about the abandoned bowl of ice cream that sat melting on the nightstand next to them, because she found something vastly superior to indulge in.