Minority Chapter 7

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Minority page 7

Things were relatively quiet for a week or so. Rick, Lori and Carl went back to the farm along with Carol and Shane. Daryl had put so much work into cleaning up a room at the motel he decided to stay - Glenn too. T-dog still didn't like being around Merle so he opted to go back to the farm - Andrea stayed at the motel for the most part, making the walk nearly everyday to visit Carol and Lori at the farm. Winter was coming so it was imperative that everyone had shelter. And the farm was close enough to the motel that walking back and forth would be possible - even in the harshest cold weather. They started developing a bodyguard for the farm but Herschel wouldn't allow them to put the bodies very close to the house. He explained that he wouldn't be able to stand the sight of them every day so they lined the edge of the property but because of how much property there was the bodies were far and few between. They hid the trucks in an old shed behind the motel just incase - they had forgotten about Randall for a bit after a few days of 'business as usual' but Andrea had said something about them fixing the starter and it was back on their minds.

They discovered propane tanks heated the motel and they spent most of their days searching for back ups and refills. The tanks out back were mostly full due to minimal use during the summer. There was a Wal-Mart about ten miles away that still had a pretty good stock of small and medium tanks. A bobtail truck was still in the parking lot and as luck would have - the meter said it was a little over half full of the much-needed gas. Unfortunately they couldn't get it started so after jerry-rigging it to the ice cream truck they slowly towed it back to the motel. That night there was a chill in the air but not enough to fire up the gas. They'd need it more when the weather dipped below thirty. So for now everyone bundled up in blankets that they had also taken from the Wal-Mart. Merle was on watch until three when Andrea would wake up and take his place until sunrise. It was quiet - almost eerily so as his eyes trekked back and forth on the road that ran in front of the motel. He looked over his shoulder when Peaches came out their room. He didn't know she was still awake. She smiled at him as she walked over with what looked like a steaming paper cup full of coffee.

"Hey." He said and accepted it when she handed it to him. "Can't sleep?"

"Not really." She said. "Wanted to wait on you." He sighed when she touched his ear - they were turning red in the nippy air along with his nose. Her fingertips were nice and warm. Another hour or so and he'd have them running along his neck and shoulders. He took a sip of the coffee and made a face.

"This is terrible."

"No coffee maker in the apocalypse, honey. Had to use boiled water and elbow grease to make that. There's no creamer and we're out of sugar so…" she shrugged. He sighed and took another sip - it was better than nothing. And it took the sting out of his frosty extremities. It really wasn't that cold but sitting out in it for five hours made it feel much colder than it was. "You're gonna need a hat." She ran her hand over his buzz cut as well - she had just trimmed it for him the other day.

"Anh… no rush." He said as he put his arm around her. She knocked him in the face with her breasts when she jumped.

"God damn it! That thing is freezing." She said and glared at his hook like it had called her something vulgar. He chuckled; a little surprised she could feel it through her jeans. She slapped a hand on his chest when he laughed at her. He held off on kissing her when Daryl came up the stairs.

"Damn, y'all. We live in a motel - shouldn't be a problem to 'get a room'." He said - giving them that cheeky-bastard smile of his.

"What'd you catch?" Peaches asked - she had seen him out the window in the bathroom - putting something in the ice cream truck freezer before cleaning the blood off his hands in a bucket of water they kept out back just for him.

"Rabbit. He's little though. Breakfast is going to be disappointing."

"We have broth and carrots from the farm - I'll make stew to stretch it out." Peaches said. He nodded as he went into his room. She turned back to Merle and ended up pressed right into his face. He touched that icy hook to her thigh and she twitched. He smirked when she bit his bottom lip playfully. They hadn't had their room to themselves all week - having to put up with Daryl and Glenn's little lovers spats made them both appreciate that they didn't have kids. Just two 'little brothers' that now had their own rooms, down the hall and out of their space.

"Mm…Like I was gonna say before we were interrupted - I'm only out here for another hour and when I come in you can warm it up for me-" His sentence was cut short when a yell broke the silence. "Was that Daryl?"

"God damn it I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"Yeah," Peaches answered as they hurried down the walkway to where his room was. It had an adjoining door to Glenn's room - which was flung open. Merle and Peaches didn't quite know what to do with the scene in front of them. Not only did it look like Daryl was trying to beat up Robin but also because she was completely naked.

"Get the hell off me!" She screamed. She reached over and retrieved her bow. Daryl went tumbling to the floor when she struck him in the face. She pulled on her pants and shirt in the amount of time it took him to get up and shake off the blow.

"Fucking slut." He said as he charged at her again.

"Daryl stop!" Glenn said as he grabbed his arm. Daryl shoved him so hard he fell through the bathroom door. Robin swung at him with her bow and he caught it in his hand. Peaches didn't think to break it up until he smacked Robin in the face.

"You lost your mind…dumb, cunt licking, skank." He fumed as Merle grabbed him and held him back. Robin didn't say anything as she finished getting dressed. "Let go of me, Merle!" He huffed.

"Come on now. You got one lick in. Tell me what's going on here." He said as he held Daryl against the wall. "I'm not going to let you beat a woman for no reason."

"So you'll let him if he gives you a reason?" Robin asked in disbelief.

"Depends. Besides, it looks like you're dipping your 'pen' in his 'ink' so…I might just let him if you don't explain yourself." Merle said as he struggled against Daryl's flailing. Robin just gave them the finger as she left the room. Glenn got up rubbing his back where he had collided with the door and picked up his jeans.

"That really hurt, Daryl." He said - clearly annoyed that his night had been thoroughly ruined. Daryl huffed and shoved Merle away from him.

"I hurt you?" Daryl asked as he advanced on Glenn. Before he could put up his hands to block it, Daryl backhanded him so hard he fell on the bed. Daryl held him down and keep slapping him. "You're in here, fucking that half breed bitch and I hurt you! Stupid rice eating, Twinkie. Fuck your hurt!" Daryl continued as he wailed on Glenn. Peaches and Merle watched for a few seconds before she asked him to break it up. Glenn's frantic yelping got to her. He wasn't frail but under Daryl's fury he looked it. "Why?" Daryl demanded to know - the last of his adrenaline making him shake in Merle's grip.

"I thought you didn't care. After Maggie you just…And Robin was just so-" Daryl just let out an aggravated grunt when Glenn started to cry. He shrugged out of Merle's grip and they both followed Daryl out - closing the adjoining door.

"Hey, no you don't." Merle said as he stopped Daryl from going down the stairs and running off to pout alone in the woods, like he normally did when he was upset. He grabbed the back of Daryl's vest and pushed him towards his room down the hall. As they passed by Robin's room Peaches went in and shut the door. "Alright." Merle said as he closed the door to his room. "Sit down, tell me what happened." Daryl snorted at his words and paced back and forth - clenching and unclenching his fists. It was weird - this was weird. He normally didn't get jealous and Merle normally didn't want to hear his complaining but when he presented a half empty bottle of Jameson Daryl snatched it up, took a swig and started talking.

"I went hunting. Caught a rabbit for breakfast and put it in the fridge. Walking back from the shed I clean myself up and think - man it'd be nice to fool around with Glenn for a bit before I go to bed. He's started doing this thing with his tongue and it's been on my mind all day. He has me put my legs-

"You're getting off topic." Merle interrupted before he took a drink. He handed it back to Daryl. He still wasn't comfortable discussing the grittier details of Daryl's sex life with Glenn. They had grown up sharing all the nasty facts about the various women they screwed - and Daryl had been a real champ when Merle went on for thirty minutes about how wet Peaches always was but he just couldn't stomach it when Daryl talked about getting fucked by another man. Not yet. And Daryl understood - one thing at a time.

"I walk in my room to put my shit down - go through the door and there's Glenn with that bitch."

"Huh, I didn't see that coming. You and Robin have been practically inseparable since Mischa died." Merle admitted. "I thought for sure she'd try it with you."

"I know!" Daryl said, truly insulted. He plopped down on the bed as Merle leaned against the small dresser next to it. "Little, light skinned ho' has been smiling in my face and planning to stab me in the back all week." He huffed like he was holding back tears. Merle tapped the bottle in Daryl's hand and he knocked it back.

"That's it. Ol' James will take the sting out." Merle sighed. He looked over his shoulder when he heard yelling from Robin's room.

"Why? Why'd I do it!" Robin screamed. "Because I could."

"What? Robin that's not who you are-

"What the hell do you know? You don't know what kind of person I am. I don't! When I came to this god-forsaken country I had the world at my feet. Waited on hand and foot - anything I wanted I could have with a snap of my fingers. And now… look at me. Hunting squirrel to stay alive. Hanging out with trailer trash and fucking pizza boys!"

"I know you're upset about Mischa's death but-

"Fuck Mischa! And fuck you. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" Robin yelled right in her face. Peaches just sat there stunned. Robin normally didn't act like this. And despite what she said, Peaches knew it was because of how Mischa died. It happened so suddenly, and there was nothing any of them could've done about it. Undoubtedly Robin felt powerless and afraid. She lashed out, which was normal. The girl was a spoiled brat who had the rug swept from under her. They all were. She had done something malicious to try and regain control over herself and others. Unfortunately it hadn't worked. She had just made a huge mess of things. But it was nothing that couldn't be fixed.

"I know you're hurting-

"Get out!" Robin yelled. "I don't want to talk about it! Just leave me alone!" Peaches sighed and left the room without further prompting. She'd regret it later but when Robin was ready, she'd find the people she needed to and talk to them. Peaches went by Charles' room - getting a bottle of peroxide and some cotton balls from him. He asked what they were for and she only told him that Glenn and Daryl got in a fight. He seemed to understand and let her leave without asking any other questions. She stopped by Glenn's room - entering through the adjoining door in Daryl's room when she found the main door was locked. She found him where they had left him - partially curled up on his side on the bed. The blood from his nose was dripping onto the comforter. She tried to clean him up but he just flinched away and asked her to leave. She didn't fight it - she just left the peroxide and cotton swabs and headed for her room. When she opened the door and witnessed Daryl drinking straight from the bottle she decided to bunk with Katherine for the night.

"I thought he didn't care. I thought he wouldn't..." Glenn rambled on when Rick asked what happened to his face. His lip was split and swollen. And the shiner around his eye was all shades of dark blue and purple.

"What? Who?" Rick asked.

"He slept with Robin and Daryl caught them." Peaches said, cutting to the chase of their conversation. "Daryl didn't handle it well."

"Daryl beat you up?" Andrea asked in disbelief. Peaches wasn't exactly sure why she was surprised - given Daryl's brutal treatment of Randall before the boy escaped - but she didn't say anything. "Where is he now?"

"Out drinking with his brother." Peaches answered. "According to Merle, they are going to be gone all day. They'll try not to get eaten by walkers but 'no promises'."

"And you just let them leave like that?" Lori asked. Peaches shrugged.

"How was I supposed to stop both of them? Could you?" Peaches asked. Lori didn't answer, she just sighed and stared at her. "Merle, I can handle. But when they are together and their mind is set on doing something… " She trailed off. "They'll be fine. In the mean time I don't want Glenn catching another beating because of 'Jim Beam' so we're going to give the Dixon brothers a few days to themselves. And when they're done drinking and puking we'll try to sit down and have a conversation - how's that."

"What's there to talk about? Their relationship is over." Andrea said - matter of fact. "Daryl lost the privilege to talk when he started punching people." Peaches just shrugged again.

"That's up to them. Merle has slapped me before. And I hit him all the time." She admitted.

"You want him to put up with this kind of abuse? He's not you." Lori said. "To be complacent with-"

"Stop talking about me like I'm not standing right here!" Glenn suddenly yelled. "It must be hard going around all day deciding what other people should do with their relationships! How do you ever find the time with flesh eating dead people wandering around!" he said sarcastically. "I don't need you protecting me from what I know I got myself into. Yes, Daryl hit me and not that I'm defending him but I was cheating on him. I knowingly did this and whether or not we continue our relationship is none of your business!" Peaches smiled but the others just stared at him in shock. "I'm an adult and so is Daryl - we can deal with this on our own. Come on Peaches, let's go back." He stomped to the ice cream truck without another word. Peaches said good-bye before she got in the driver seat. The four-mile trip never seemed so long before. And after mile two, Glenn couldn't hold back his tears of frustration anymore. He huffed and Peaches glanced at him.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" She asked comfortingly.

"Yes." He grabbed it as soon as she took it off the steering wheel. He thought he was done with people judging him when he lost contact with his parents. It was like the others did nothing but criticize him for his sometimes-wrong decisions - looking down their noses at him like they never made mistakes. He couldn't believe Lori's hypocrisy on the subject of infidelity. He had seen it in her face that she was so disapproving of his transgressions. Rick too. He sighed and tried to put them on out of his mind. He wiped his face and held Peaches' hand a little tighter. "Thank you."

It was easy to forget about the walkers or the still unresolved Randall-gang issue when the people within the group seemed hell bent on creating drama. Daryl hadn't come back to the motel for a few days. Merle had shown up, on foot after two days - sweating whiskey from his pores, missing a sleeve of his shirt and looking very tired. He informed them that Daryl had gone to the farm. He had tried not to laugh at Glenn's 'angry face' when he told them this. The whole group decided to go, just incase things got out of hand. It was an awkward ride - crammed into the back of the fridge. Robin didn't look at Glenn and he didn't look at her. The unresolved tension between them was easily ignored. It was like the tension between Shane and Andrea. Everyone knew that they had screwed around but there were apparently more pressing matters to deal with. When they rolled up at the farm Herschel greeted them - it was nice to see he was coping well. Wanting to be social was a good sign of his recovery. They were making lunch and he invited everyone to stay. Daryl interrupted his invitation.

"The hell are you doing here?" he asked loudly. He was glaring at Glenn - seemingly ignoring Robin's existence.

"I'm here to talk to you." Glenn said. "The others are here for lunch…so why don't you guys go inside?" He was telling them more than asking them. They got the hint and went inside - not so subtly watching the impending argument through the windows.

"I ain't got nothing to say to you, chink." Daryl snapped. Glenn rolled his eyes, Daryl knew he was Korean and he used that term just to piss him off. Despite his harsh words Glenn could see the hurt in Daryl's eyes - or he was just queasy from drinking, it was kind of hard to read his face.

"Well good, because I said I was talking. That means you just shut the hell up and listen." Glenn said. Daryl was impressed by the bold talk but he just rolled his eyes. "You are without a doubt the most selfish, repressed, emotionally stunted, dick headed, ass-backwards hillbilly I have ever met in my life. If you had just told me - just once showed some sign that you wanted me all to yourself I would've been exclusive with you. But no, you have to play 'Mr. Aloof' and pretend you didn't care."

"I don't care!" Daryl interjected.

"Look at my face! Is this the work of a man that doesn't care? If you didn't care you wouldn't have flown off the handle like that." Glenn pointed out. Daryl just crossed his arms. "I'm not the only one at fault here. I can't read the signs if you don't give me any, Daryl."

"You want me to apologize for giving you the ass beatin' you deserved?" Daryl asked. "Why do I have to be the one to say it?"

"Because I can't always be the one who sticks his neck out. Give me one good reason - besides your cliché, 'broody boy' attitude - why you can't say it to me." Glenn said. Daryl just stared at him for a second before he furrowed his brow.

"Cause you ain't worth it. You whiny, little bitch." Daryl growled. He wasn't expecting Glenn to hit him. Glenn wasn't a fighter - or at least Daryl never thought he was. When the choice was flight or fight Glenn always flew the coop. But when his fist connected with Daryl face it spun him so hard he nearly landed on his ass. Somewhere behind him he heard a collection of muted gasps and exclamations come from inside the house.

"Oh, shit. Daryl I'm so sor-

"Don't apologize." Daryl said as he straightened up.

"What?" Glenn tensed when Daryl grabbed his shirt. He looked over his shoulder before he dragged Glenn behind the truck so no one could see them.

"Don't apologize. Kiss me." He demanded.

"You're crazy."

"And you're not?"

"No-

"You have a boner." Daryl pointed out. Glenn glared at him and tried to get away but Daryl just slammed him against the truck. "I may be crazy but you're not sane. You like to be rough with me and I love it when you put the spurs to me. You make me crazy when you act all sweet and meek. When you hold back all your sarcasm for the sake of those idiots feelings. You love it that fucking me gets you an outlet for your frustration. And so do I. "

"What the hell is wrong with us?" Glenn asked when he realized Daryl was right.

"It's like Merle said - not a damn thing. I want you. You want me. Everything else is just filler. Now shut up and pucker your damn lips." Daryl said. Glenn leaned forward despite his split lip. His head thunked against the back of the truck as Daryl kissed him back. His mouth tastes like blood - Daryl probably bit the inside of his cheek when Glenn hit him. Daryl had said what he wanted to hear. He wanted him and that's all it really took lately. There was something so incredibly wrong about getting excited after getting in a fist fight with the person you were sleeping with but from what Glenn saw of the Dixon family they had become so accustomed to some level of abuse that they conveyed it as affection. He grabbed Daryl's shoulders and pushed him back.

"I'm not a masochist." He said.

"Neither am I." Daryl said a little awkwardly. For a second he wondered it Daryl even knew what the word meant.

"That means I'm not going to hurt you just to get an erection. I don't like hurting you."

"Then stop doing it." Daryl simply said before he kissed Glenn again. This time it was less frantic - in fact it was down right chaste. Glenn didn't think Daryl was capable of such tenderness. Daryl pulled away and sighed. "I mean it. Hurt me again I'll give you a real whoopin'." Glenn nodded and Daryl kissed him again.

"So…we're good?" Glenn asked tentatively.

"Not yet." Daryl answered. "I didn't think I'd have to give you rules but apparently you need some to keep from screwing up."

"Excuse me." Glenn huffed indignantly.

"Why, did you fart or something?" Daryl asked. Glenn just rolled his eyes at his grin. "One, no more fucking girls without permission."

"What?"

"I don't want you to sleep with anyone else without asking me first. If I don't say yes, you don't get to." Daryl talked slowly - sounding out every syllable so Glenn could understand. "No other guys, neither." He added.

"That usually goes without saying in an 'exclusive' relationship." Glenn said.

"It does?"

At dusk everyone was about to head back to the motel when Robin announced she was going to Mischa's grave for a bit. Peaches smiled before she told her not to be long. She wasn't ready to talk to anyone yet despite the fact Daryl and Glenn had made up. When Daryl came to lunch, forming his own black eye and bloody nose one would assume they hadn't. But they were all smiley and rosy cheeked. Robin just sighed and headed out. She'd never admit out loud that without Mischa she was incredibly lonely. The other girls were fine but it seemed like they just tolerated her. Mischa had loved her. She thought for a moment she'd give anything to have her back. She got to the grave just as the sun was dipping into the horizon. There was enough light to see the dirt had been recently dug up. As she got closer she realized Mischa's plot had been completely opened. She whirled around, furious that someone in the group would go grave robbing. "Herschel!" she called as she started back. She yelped as she tripped over something. She looked over her shoulder and was horrified to find Mischa crawling towards her with a snarl.

"Robin?" Peaches turned toward the open field where they had made the cemetery.

"That was a scream." Daryl said as he picked up his cross bow and bounded into the field.

"I heard it too." Rick said as he followed - Katherine and Peaches hot on his heels. They came upon Robin just in time to see her get bitten in the neck. Mischa nearly ripped her whole shoulder off as she clawed and chewed at her flesh. Robin shrieked when Rick shot Mischa right between the eyes. "Oh my God." He knelt next to Robin and put the cloth in his pocket to her gushing wound.

"She wasn't bit. She changed and she wasn't bit." Robin repeated as the others gathered around the scene.

"What the hell? We all saw she wasn't bit - how did this happen?" Daryl asked as he gave Mischa's body a nudge with his boot. She was definitely a walker - a dead walker but infected none the less.

"It doesn't matter now." Rick tried to change the subject as he tended to Robin. Robin suddenly grabbed his gun and shoved him back.

"The hell it doesn't!" She rasped out. "You know something. I'm not dying without knowing the truth. Tell me, or you die."

"Robin!"

"Shut the hell up Peaches!" Robin yelled - more blood rushing down her white shirt at the exertion. "I might miss you and hit your wife or your kid. Talk!" she demanded.

"Jenner." Rick blurted out. He moved so he was between her and Lori. He put his hands up and sighed. "Before we left the CDC he told me everyone is infected. Whether you're bit or you just die naturally, you'll turn into one of them unless your brain is destroyed. The infection…is actually an airborne virus." A collective gasp went out and Robin sobbed.

"You knew that, and you let me walk out here. You knew!" She screamed

"I didn't know she'd be able to dig herself out, let alone be strong enough to do anything. She died two weeks ago." Rick tried to rationalize - tried to ease his guilt as he watched Robin go pale from blood loss. His large gun drooping in her weakening grip.

"Thank god this happened." Robin said nearly delirious. She looked up and her eyes were already clouding over and going blood shot. She was covered in sweat and her skin was practically steaming in the cool night air. The disease clearly racing through her. "Maybe now you'll stop lying." She pointed the gun at her head.

"Don't-" Peaches was cut off by the deafening bang. Robin's head nearly exploded out one side - sending her blood and brains all over the grass. She flopped to the ground, coming to rest next to Mischa. "No!" Peaches was by her side in an instant. "Oh God…Robin, baby bird, why…" Daryl grabbed her wrists from behind and held her back when Peaches reached for her.

"Don't get the blood on you." He said. "Who knows what else Jenner or Rick left out." Katherine knelt next to Peaches and took hold of her when Daryl looked like he wanted to get away before she started crying on his shoulder. He and Shane went to get gloves and shovels.

"You okay?" Merle asked when he came in from watch duty. He wasn't surprised to find Peaches was still up. After everything that happened today he doubted anyone was asleep. He was expecting her to be crying but she was just going about her normal nightly routine - washing up in the bathroom.

"Yeah…" she answered with a sigh.

"Surprising." He pointed out as he shrugged off his vest and top shirt. "You're not sad?"

"Oh, of course I am but when I think about it I realize there was nothing we could've done. Robin got bitten. There's been so much other shit going on lately that we all seemed to forget about walkers." She said as she finished up and came into the room. She moved to help Merle when one of the straps on his cuff snagged. "It's the world we live in. I know we're all going to die some day. I just wasn't expecting Robin's time to be so short. Did you know she was only seventeen?"

"No," Merle answered truthfully. "How old are you?" he asked out of pure curiosity. He honestly didn't know stuff like that about Peaches or any of the girls for that matter. There had been more important things to think about than birthdays. It somehow brought them too close. But he couldn't escape it anymore - this was his wife. Glenn, Katherine and Charles were part of his family now whether he liked it or not. He couldn't help but smile at the mental image of them all posed in tacky sweaters for a Christmas card.

"Thirty four." She answered with a shrug. "You?"

"Forty eight."

"You look good." She commented with a smile. He chuckled and looked down when she put her hands on his chest. "I can't think about Robin anymore. I've been going over everything that happened for hours. And in the end I'm not sad. I'm angry." She looked up at him. "Her death could've been avoided if Rick just told us what Jenner said sooner."

"Well, like you said there's nothing we can do about it now. Rick's an asshole and a slip shot leader. Jenner would've been better off telling that 'secret' to the kid." He said. "If you wanna cry about it I can-

"No." she interrupted. "I don't want to cry. I don't want to think." Merle was surprised when she suddenly kissed him. He was starting to think he was rubbing off on her, because as she was talking he was thinking it'd be nice to ease some tension and fool around. She pulled away and looked at him. "Do you want to cry?"

"Hell no. Get your clothes off woman." He said as he finished taking off his cuff. She stepped out of her jeans and pulled her nightshirt off. She sat back on the bed and watched Merle take of his clothes. He really was in good shape for a guy pushing fifty. Even without their regular work outs and his years spent in the military - and jail - she had a feeling he'd still be huge. He had naturally broad shoulders and thick arms. He wasn't ripped but no part of him jiggled. He was a tank. A joke about 'feeling like the kid in Tiananmen Square' crossed her mind but she kept it to herself. "What's with the goofy grin?" he asked as he leaned over her. She moved back on the bed and pulled him after her.

"Nothing." She said - coyly running her hands up his arms. He practically purred when she tickled his neck. A weak spot of sorts she discovered a while ago - kissing, licking, nipping or running her nails along his neck turned Merle into putty. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers.

"You want it hard and fast or…"

"I'm in no rush." She assured him. He grinned wide and kissed her. Several little teasing pecks that he pulled out of every time she leaned up. She opened her mouth to tell him off when he slid his fingers into her. All that came out was weak sounding gasp.

"You…are always so wet." He said. "It's flattering. You get all moist thinking about me?"

"Yeah." She sighed as she brought her knees higher. She stroked his cheek when he looked at her. His blue eyes looking up and down her face before he met her gaze. He gave her another 'slick shit' grin before he kissed her. Deeper this time, plunging his tongue into her mouth at the same pace at his fingers.

"Mm'love your lips." He moaned absently.

"Which ones?" She asked. He laughed.

"Good one." Merle smirked as he moved down to her breasts. She tensed around his fingers and arched into his mouth. He put his stump around her back to keep her from squirming out of his grip. She was shaking by the time he got enough of teasing her. The feel of her skin and the heady scent of her sex making him erect. He pulled his fingers from her and guided himself in.

"AH!" She screamed when he was seated all the way inside of her. For a few agonizingly long seconds he didn't move - save for breathing in and out. He pressed in, eliciting a call of his name before he moved into his rhythm. Relatively quick and as deep as he could reach. He looked down between them. Loving the ripple in her thighs his thrusting caused. She cupped his chin and made him look at her. He leaned in when she urged him closer. Kissing would never get old. Pressing his tongue into hers and sucking her plump lips as she moaned right in his face. She seemed to like running her hands over his stubble - it felt good when she dragged his nails through it.

"Come on." He said as he grabbed her wrist. He sat up, pulling her with him as he maneuvered them. "Get on top." They uncoupled for a second or two as they adjusted into the new position. "Oh yeah…" he grunted when she eased herself down on him. She tossed her head back, as she was penetrated impossibly deep. She moved up and then let gravity bring her down. Merle gripped her hip and huffed. Every time she came down on top of him her inner walls squeezed him. When he looked up all he could see were her breasts bouncing in his face with his dog tags jingling between them.

"Oh God…" she leaned over and put her hands on his chest. Loving the flex of his muscles under her. She ground herself against him and he arched his neck back. She leaned down and licked over his Adam's apple.

"Shit…" Merle sighed out before he grit his teeth. He put his stump on the small of her back and grabbed her ass with his hand. "Shit, I'm close."

"Merle!" She was already tensing around him. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she was rocked by wave after wave of hot tingles. He pulled out just as he reached his apex. Every muscle relaxed and thoroughly spent. He was dozing when a sudden chill made him start. The room had been cold all along - he only just noticed it now that they were covered in sweat. Peaches moaned, a little annoyed that he moved her from her comfortable spot on top of him. When the cold hit her she all but burrowed under the blankets - sighing as she settled her head on his chest. They were both asleep within five minutes. The trying day completely forgotten for one blissful night.