A/N: This is just a one-shot. No sequels. Enjoy!
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“Let’s do
something crazy and impetuous.”
Rick
Grimes sipped the coffee Beth Greene had brought him and looked down at her.
She was looking up at him with bright blue eyes that seemed to glow in the
night, catching what little light there was that trickled over from the prison
to the guard tower. Her face was so youthful, so full of life, that he could
scarcely believe there had ever been a time he’d been just like her.
“I’m too
old for crazy and impetuous,” he said, and took another drink of the coffee. “Where’d
you get this? Doesn’t taste like instant.”
“I saw a
pouch of it on my run to town so I grabbed it. It was still sealed up and
everything.”
“How’d
you brew it?”
Beth
shrugged. “I boiled water and then poured it through the filter into the pot,
slowly. I made six cups. Too strong?”
He shook his
head. “Just right, actually. It’s good. Thanks.”
“So,
about the crazy,” she began.
“Beth,
honestly, I’ve got three more hours left before Daryl comes to relieve me. I’m
barely awake.”
“You told
me I wasn’t a little girl anymore.”
He
nodded. “You’re not. You’re nineteen.”
“Then why
are you talking to me like I’m a child?”
“I didn’t
realize I was. I’m sorry.”
She
shrugged.
“What’s
this idea you have?” he asked, humoring her. He really just wanted to finish
his shift alone, to do what he did best: brood.
“Let’s
have an affair.”
He spit
the mouthful of coffee out. Thankfully it went straight over the edge of the
tower rather than in Beth’s face. She looked both amused and disgusted.
“What?”
he choked out, looking at her, genuinely astonished.
“Let’s
have an affair. Let’s fuck in different places around the prison, or out on
runs.”
“Beth!”
he said, stepping back, looking at her like she’d suddenly turned a vivid shade
of neon orange.
“What?”
“You know
what! You just suggested that we…you and I…”
“Fuck.”
“Watch
your mouth.”
“You ain’t
my daddy, Rick. I’m not a little girl. I can say fuck. I can say other things,
too. Like…cock, and cunt, dick, pussy…”
“Beth…”
His heart
had started to pound. She was easing toward him and he was quickly running out
of room to back away. He finally ended up against the tower with her young,
warm body pressed against his.
“Stop,”
he said.
She
ignored him and ran her hands up his chest.
“I have
really good words in mind. Like…throbbing, aching, wet…”
“Beth,
please. I’m a man. You can’t talk to me like that and…”
“And
what? Expect you not to get turned on? I’m counting on it,” she said. Her voice
had gone low, throaty, husky. Rick swallowed and eased her away but she only
pressed closer to him.
“Think
about it,” she said. “Nobody would have to know and we could both get our needs
met. I have needs, Rick. I’m not some innocent virgin. I miss the feel of a
cock thrusting deep into my warm, wet pussy.”
He huffed
out a breath, feeling his blood pool south when her hand came to rub against
his dick. He pushed her away.
“You
leave. Now. I’m serious!”
He hoped
to God he looked and sounded threatening because he was about to make the
dumbest mistake of his life by grabbing Beth Greene and shoving her inside the
tower and having his way with her. If that was what she truly wanted she was
going to get her wish if she didn’t leave.
“Okay,”
she said.
He was
both relieved and disappointed.
“Just
think about it. Something crazy and impetuous. You and me. Come to my cell if
you decide you want to take me up on my offer. My door is always open to you.” She
turned to go inside and then looked back. “So are my legs.”
He was so
relieved when she left he slid down the wall of the tower and sat there on the
platform, panting, his breath chill in front of him. What on earth had come
over Beth? Had she lost her mind? He’d never have thought her capable of
speaking such filth, or of having the nerve to touch his dick, and tell him her
legs were open to him.
Jesus.
He took
his cock out and started pumping, glad he was alone and there was no one to see
or hear. He kept picturing Beth naked, her legs spread, and he came pretty
quickly. He’d been the only one to touch his dick in almost eighteen months. He
was sick of it but there weren’t many women he could chose from at the prison
to just indulge in sex.
Now Beth
was offering. No strings. Just sex. There was no way he was taking her up on
it.
…
She went
about life like she’d never come up to the guard tower and rubbed his dick and
threw words like cock and cunt at him.
Rick
watched Beth care for Judith, who was growing like a weed and crawling now, and
also help keep up with her chores at the prison. She could even look him in the
eye and smile so innocently, so sweetly, that he sometimes wondered if he hadn’t
been dreaming the encounter on the tower. He’d hallucinated before, after all.
It wasn’t unreasonable to think his fucked up mind was having a new episode.
Just when
he’d started to think it had all been in his head, some vivid dream, Beth had
looked at him and winked. She gave him a saucy smile that had nothing but pure
sin. None of her youthful innocence was in that grin or that wink.
He hadn’t
hallucinated at all.
She
started doing things a few days after the encounter. He was coming into the common
room which had only Glenn and Maggie playing a hand of cards. She reached up
and tweaked one of her nipples. Neither her sister nor Glenn noticed but Rick
sure as hell did. Then she looked away and focused on the game like nothing had
happened.
He was passing
her on the steps into C-Block another day. She dipped her finger between her
legs and rubbed at her clit, while looking him in his face. He was going to
open his mouth when she said something to Daryl who was walking up behind him,
his head down, focused on wiping oil off his hands.
“Hey,
Beth,” he said distractedly, and waited for Rick to go up the steps first. He
passed her and she only smirked.
When
touching herself didn’t seem to work she started touching him.
He stood
in line at the grill one day waiting for his portion of food when she dropped a
plastic fork. She bent to retrieve it and pressed her ass right up against his
hip. She pulled it away, making sure he got a good feel of it, before standing
up and then moving off.
He was
examining a tool by the field one day with Carl. As soon as his son’s back was
turned she ran her hand over his belly, very close to his belt, and then let it
drift dangerously close to his groin before she walked away like she hadn’t
left his body on fire and his dick starting to ache.
After a
week of touching and licking lips Rick found himself dragging her toward a
supply room in a quiet section of the prison. He shoved her inside and flicked
on the light.
“You want
me, Beth?” he said, undoing his belt and letting his gun drop to the floor
before unfastening his jeans. “You’re gonna get me.”
…
Rick wasn’t
going to be gentle. Why should he? The girl was playing with fire and he was
going to show her.
“I ain’t
some young punk you can tease and then blow off. I’m a man. That’s what you’re
about to feel.”
She didn’t
say anything. She was too breathless with lust to actually speak. This time she
was the one strangling on her need.
“Take off
your clothes,” he commanded.
Beth
happily obeyed, yanking her clothes off, kicking off her boots and pulling down
her jeans.
“Leave
your panties hanging off one foot,” he said.
Beth
obliged and licked her lips.
“Ain’t
you gonna take--”
He tilted
his head in that way he did when he was about to act.
“Shut up.”
She
smiled and bit down on her bottom lip. He was going to dominate her and she was
okay with that. The only sound she made was an approving moan.
“You said
your legs were open to me. I don’t see open legs,” he told her. His cock was
hard, straining to free itself from his unzipped jeans and boxers.
She
hoisted herself up on an empty shelf and opened her legs wide.
“Put your
feet up and open your knees.”
She
obeyed him again, without word, without question. He could see her pussy was
dripping wet and he had yet to actually touch her. She was, he realized, gonna
be a very good fuck.
“You said
crazy and impetuous. I’m good at crazy,” he said. “You know that. You’ve been
teasing me all week.”
Beth nodded,
still obeying his order to shut up.
“I’m not
here to please you. I’m here to please me.”
Again,
Beth nodded. Then she reached between her legs and toyed with her clit. Rick
rolled his shoulders and tilted his head, watching her, feeling his dick twitch
with need. He took the condom he’d put in his back pocket out and rolled it on
before approaching her.
He stood
between her legs and put the tip of his dick to her entrance. Her body yielded
to him. He didn’t touch her. He just stood there, pushing himself against her
before easing back. She tried to slide onto him but he put a hand to her neck
and pushed her back.
“You sit
still. You don’t move.”
“Yes, Mr.
Grimes,” she said, finally, breathlessly, breaking her silence. Her body ached
to have him inside but he wasn’t going to give that to her if she kept trying
to tease and taunt him. This was about control. This was about him taking it
from her after she’d made him lose it enough to push her into this room.
He toyed
with the panties that dangled off her left foot. Then he pulled them off and
sniffed them. He held them up to her face and she breathed deep of her own
scent. The panties were wet with arousal and that made her wetter.
Then,
without warning, Rick shoved inside of her. She’d been unprepared and there was
a small amount of pain. He stopped once he was in and stared down at her.
“Again,”
she whispered.
He shook
his head and gave her a very slight, cocky grin, and stared at her with
lust-darkened eyes.
“Please…”
she begged. “Please…I’ll be good from
now on if you’ll--”
Rick
pulled out. All the way. He placed the head of his dick at her entrance and
then slammed home again, making her whimper. He fucked her like that, hard,
deliberate thrusts that had her juices dribbling down onto the shelf.
Then,
moving with sudden and decisive action, Rick pulled her from the shelf and
turned her to face it. The shelf was tall enough that she had to put her right
leg up and then hold on, her left foot dangling off the floor. Rick gripped the
edge of the shelf and then put his hand between Beth’s legs, finding her clit,
before he began to slam into her. He used his dick like a battering ram to fuck
her as hard as he physically could. He jackhammered her, making her grunt and
whimper every time he entered her.
“Oh God!”
she cried, alternating between whimpers and those two words, lost in a haze of
mindless pleasure and lust as Rick fucked her and rubbed her clit. She came so
hard she had to scream. There was no way to hold back. She sounded like she was
being murdered but she couldn’t have cared less. Her juices gushed out over his
dick and splashed down her thighs with every brutal thrust until finally Rick
stiffened, pushing as deep inside her as her body would allow, a loud cry also
escaping his lips.
…
“You’re
right,” Beth said, sitting on the floor, fully dressed now, in the small room
that reeked of sex and sweat. “You’re not a punk to be played with.”
He pulled
her to her feet. She was sore but she didn’t regret it. He kissed her roughly,
tonguing her hard and fast until she was left breathless against him. He grabbed
a handful of her hair and pulled her head back to make her look up at him.
“Don’t
ever forget that. You still want that affair?”
Beth
nodded and rubbed her hands over his chest. “I want it.”
“Then you
got it.”
He
released her and she staggered against the wall. Her body already aching to be
plundered again. He’d plowed her pussy like he plowed his fields and she needed
it again, soon. He closed the door and Beth leaned back and rested her head
against the wall with a throaty laugh escaping her kiss-swollen lips.
I guess Rick was due. This is very fucking hot AND well written!
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