Life Goes On (The Walking Dead)

Chapter Twelve

I snuggled into my blankets, not wanting to wake up. I was inexplicably warm and I was savoring the comfort. The smell of bacon was wafting through the air so I knew it must be a dream. I squeezed my eyes tighter shut, so that I couldn't even see a sliver of light. I didn't want to wake up, not yet.

I groaned, knowing I had to get up soon, but torn because I had slept so well. I stretched, hoping to motivate myself. Instead I curled right back onto the position I was when I awoke. Splaying my hands, expecting to feel the coolness of the sheets, I was surprised when I instead felt warmth.

I opened my eyes to investigate and found myself face-to-face with Merle. He was smirking and with a stab of humiliation that sent warmth to my cheeks I realized why. My hands were atop his bare chest, devoid of its usual white tank top. Our bodies were flush, my leg thrown over his, and I was neatly tucked into his arm, my head resting in the crook of his shoulder, his arm around me. But none of that compared to the panic that flooded though me when I noticed that I wasn't wearing anything but my lacey sky blue bra and panties.

I quickly withdrew my hands from his chest and moved to disentangle myself from him. He tightened his hold on me and I froze.

"Where ye think yer goin' sugar?"

I ignored his question. "Wheres my clothes?"

"Bein' washed. Cant be on these clean ol' sheets with them dirty clothes a yers"

"Who took them off?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer but I didnt want to wrongly assume.

"Who ye think sugar?"

My mouth tightened and my face grew hotter. Again I tried to escape his grasp. Once again I was unsuccessful. Merle chuckled.

"Why ye want te leave so bad all a sudden? Ye seemed to be gettin' along jus' fine" He drawled slowly, his face inching closer to mine.

I shivered nervously. He lowered his lips to my ear.

"Cold?" He said, his lips brushing my ear, warm breathe cascading across my ear and neck, causing me to shiver again.

"N-no" I managed to get out.

"Ye know I think tha' yer lyin'. Ain't nobody ever tell ye it ain't nice te lie ta a man?" he whispered, lips still at my ear.

I didn't get the chance to respond because Merle quickly rolled on top of me causing my eyes to widen and my breathe to whoosh out in surprise. He propped himself up on his elbows slightly so I could breathe. Our faces were a couple inches apart but the rest of our bodies were completely pressed together, from our chests down to our toes. My heart was slamming against my chest and I wondered if he could feel it.

I let out a breath, relieved to feel the fabric of his boxers because it meant he was wearing them.

Merle had me pinned beneath him and I doubted that I would be able to move. Which meant I wasn't altogether surprised at what he did next.

He lowered his mouth to my neck and began kissing. His lips were hot against my skin. At first he was gently kissing, then he began gently and slowly sucking my skin into his mouth, causing a quiet moan in the back of my throat. Startled at my reaction to him, I moved to shove him off of me.

Merle growled, his mouth still at my neck. He reached up and pinned my wrists to the bed, at the same time biting down roughly. My hips slammed upward, startled at the sudden pain.

"Mmmm tha's better" His voice came out slightly muffled. He was now roughly sucking at the crook of my neck, having worked his way down. I turned my head to the side, hoping to evade him, but ending up opening up further to him. I wonder if he kept focusing on my neck because he knew it would get a reaction out of me. Not that it mattered.