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Dove ran up to the roof with everyone else in the scavenging party. She could see everyone immediately turn on Merle Dixon, again. She could not believe how stupid and near sighted most of the group behaved towards the Dixon’s.
It finally happened, they were fighting each other, during the apocalypse, and the new guy was about to pull a gun. Dove wondered why couldn’t anyone see that Merle was their best fighter, shot, and zombie killer and they were about to try and kill him and leave the rest of them fucked? Dove didn’t care how crass the brothers were when they spoke. They needed the Dixon’s. They were the only ones to bring in fresh food from hunting and foraging. But everyone kept pushing them away and treating them like dirt. That’s when she decided on drastic measures.
She stepped up and laid herself half across Merle’s back and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Do you want to fight or fuck?”
Dove took a deep breath now that she had his, and everyone's attention. Don’t be confrontational she thought, don’t make demands, give options and choices. Get him back in control going in the right direction. She knew how to handle strong, stubborn people.
“Merle, can you tell everyone your plan and then we can get back to camp? Would you take me back to your tent?” Dove asked him sweetly when she slowly straightened herself off his hard muscular back. Her hands smoothed down his sun warmed leather vest and felt his muscles jump and tense in response to the contact. Merle was sweaty and hot, but it was a masculine scent that appealed to her.
Once Dove was kneeling next to them completely off Merle. He slowly removed himself off T-Dog, and stood up. She knew the only reason they stopped fighting was because she had stunned them into dealing with her Hail Mary.
From watching him and his brother at the camp, she could tell he didn’t like weakness, but giving orders right now would not work for anyone. Besides, how do you order a stranger to have sex with you without being a rapist? She just wanted to give him an option for all the adrenaline that didn’t involve leaving several people in the group dead.
Meanwhile, the group was staring at Dove in complete confusion. From what they had seen at the camp, she was no closer to the brothers than she was with anyone. This was coming out of nowhere for everyone and they weren’t sure if she hadn’t gone crazy.
“Um Miss, you might not want to get in the middle of things right now. I’m sure your boyfriend wants to...” Rick starting trailing off when the people around him started wide-eyed shaking their heads at him.
“Ain’t her boyfriend, don’t know what she’s playing at.” Merle growled out as he pulled her up to see her face. He knew as soon as she started speaking earlier it was the pretty mixed girl that had several of the guys in camp trying to subtly figure out ways to tell her she didn’t need to sleep in her car at night.
Rick tried to start to speak again but Glenn shushed him, way too interested to see what was happening and what would happen next.
“I’m not playing, things are tense and people started jumping to dumb conclusions without asking a damn thing. They started a fight they shouldn’t have and you can keep fighting, but I know we need you, I need you. So if you’re interested, can we go back home?” She had started her explanation strong; confident that the people around her were wrong. But as she had tried to proposition him towards the end she felt a little awkward and ended up looking at him through her lashes feeling unsure if he would even want to have sex with her.
She knew she was pretty, but she wasn’t all-American white pretty. Her half Chinese heritage was obvious when looking at her, she had straight brown hair, green eyes, and an olive complexion. She wasn’t sure if the motorcycle he rode was his originally or if it was picked up post-apocalypse. If it was his, that SS symbol might just make this whole thing backfire in a real way. She knew you weren’t supposed to like Nazis, but who cared about race when 95% of the population was dead. Besides, Dove didn’t think Merle was a Nazi, not when he was feeding everyone in the camp equally, a camp that where a third of the people weren’t white. He was probably just a good old fashioned racist, and as an obviously biracial girl, she learned in life that everyone was racist. Even family, especially family.
Merle looked amused, he figured he would see how far the smart little chit was willing to take things. Not that he believed for a second that she would fuck him. He believed that she just figured out a way to disarm everyone in the group and get them back on track. It took balls and it was funny as hell to see the looks on everyone’s faces wondering if she had lost her marbles. Hell, he thought, he wouldn’t mind a taste or at least feeling her sweet little body pressed against him again. He doubted he would get more action than that anytime soon. So he took her hand and pulled her slowly into his body. “You’re playing with fire lil girl.” He kept expecting her to pull back.
She didn’t put up any resistance, much to his great surprise. Merle managed to pull her all the way, she had followed his lead and let him position his leg between her legs. He wrapped one hand around her to cup her ass and the other hand went to the back of her head. Everything was happening achingly slow and with such quiet voyeurs. Glenn was gripping Rick’s firing arm in both hands and practically holding his breath.
Merle looked into her eyes and smirked. It was like a game of sexual chicken and he kept waiting for her to back out or pull away or flinch. So far, other than looking a little self conscious, she wasn’t putting up any resistance. Maybe he would get himself a little taste of her soft lips.
His grip on Dove’s hair tightened and he could see the wave of pleasure roll through her body. Her eyes fluttered, she gasped for air, and gave a small hitched against his thigh. It was then Merle realized that she might have been serious. Her eyes were dilated and heavy and she looked more erotic than anything he had seen in a long long time.
The fist in Dove’s hair tightened and Merle pulled her close to get his taste. She kissed without hesitation, Merle sucked and nipped at her lips, his tongue ran over her tongue and tasted her whole mouth. Dove pressed as close as she was able, creating more tension where he had her hair gripped tight at the base of her head. Her arms slid up onto his shoulders and she gripped the back of his head as though trying to get more of him. Merle hitched her up in his arms, his hands gripped on her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He could feel her moans and the small spasms that wracked her body when she ground against his cock and drove them both crazy.
She could hear Morales and T-Dog’s cursing and the sound of other people’s stunned responses. Glenn was smacking the cop on the arm and shaking Andrea half in disbelief and half excitement, this was the craziest thing that happened in front of him, and they were living in the zombie apocalypse.
Dove was riding waves of bliss and didn’t have a care in the world. She felt safe, happy, and excited for the first time since the whole world went to hell. Dove had been telling herself that this would be something for survival and it would hopefully be decent sex without a lot of awkwardness after. She had braced herself for it to be terrible sex and a lot of really horrible gossip and meanness from Merle. She did not think he would manage to ring all her bells and have her spasm in multiple mini orgasms on the roof in front of everyone. Dove prayed that they got back to camp soon so they could get naked and she could have multiple massive orgasms until she could no longer move.
Dove had found him to be attractive, he had a rugged sex appeal that only seemed to be enhanced by his age, but she had thought it would stay private fantasy fodder, not live action exhibition. Regardless of his age or maybe because of it, it was moving quickly towards being the best sexual experience in her life, and they still had all their clothes on.
Merle could feel the heat and damp emanating from her core as he firmly rubbed his fingers from her clit to her ass through her jeans. The little taste he had thought he might get was becoming a hell of a lot more interesting. The thought of stripping her down and getting his dick wet sounded good enough to put up with just about anything.
“Uhh, guys, I hate to interrupt, but maybe we should head back, get you guys a tent.” Glenn tentatively interrupted, because although he was now team Dovon, Glenn’s survivors nature felt the need to move.
Merle pulled back, he left one arm still under her ass holding her up while the other hand pulled her hair back so she was completely arched against him, face tilted up and gasping for breath.
“Fuck, ya want this, right?”
“Merle… oh god… condoms?” she panted, because sentences right now was beyond her.
“Got em, baby girl, Ole Merle ‘ll getcha back ‘n then ‘ll take care a ya.” Merle growled as he let go of her hair so he could use both hands to carry her over to his gear bag and backpack. Merle smacked her ass before giving it a final squeeze and letting Dove slowly slide down and drop her legs to the ground.
“Ya good?” Merle growled in her ear.
“Oh god—“ she whimpered, “mmhmm.”
“Ok, Chinaman, I almost have the front cleared. How did ya do gathering supplies?” Merle asked while giving their distinct lack of bags a look.
Dove was just standing there dazedly trying to get back to earth. She thought for a second that maybe she should be embarrassed, but from the hungry looks she got from the other males in the group and the incredulous and slightly humorous look she got from the women, she shrugged it off. She did think that this could only make Merle more popular, from the ladies and maybe the men, at least no one looked like they wanted to kill him anymore. She couldn’t help but think that it couldn’t possibly make him more unpopular.
They managed to remember to grab their bags on the way out. Luckily most of the stuff had been gathered and left in the front by the doors.