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“Rick, you wanted to talk to me?” Carol asked, concern showing in her face. He had been so adamant about meeting with her. It must be important but she couldn’t figure out what he might possibly need.
They were in a bedroom at the farmhouse where Rick had pulled her aside, wanting a private spot. The rest of the group was outside either farming or out on a run getting supplies.
“Yeah, you said that you would do whatever you could for the group?”
You know I would.” She said whole heartedly.
“Good, you need to do something for me.” Rick removed his gun from its holster and placed it on the night stand. Next he removed his hat. He set it down on top of the gun.
“Yeah, anything?” She searched his face. He didn’t seem worried but there was a level of importance in his tone.
“Good, that’s good.” He said relieved.
Carol sat down on the edge of the bed to wait for whatever plan Rick had come up with.
“I need you.” He rasped.
“You need me to do what?” She looked at him quizzically.
“That’s it. I need you.”
“I’m here. What’s on your mind?” Carol’s eyebrows knit together. Her blue eyes shown with concern. She was trying to read him but was failing.
He didn’t answer. He did something she would never expect. He went to her and kissed her.
Carol was taken completely by surprise. He tasted like whiskey and bad ideas. He was slightly inebriated but not much. Not enough to not know better. He didn't slur his words. She pushed him away.
“Rick, what are you doing?”
“You said you would do whatever to help?” He kissed her again and pushed her back on the bed.
Pinned between Rick and the mattress. She couldn't wrap her mind around what was happening. Rick kissing her? What was going on? She pushed up at him.
“Rick, what the? Have you lost your mind? Stop.” His mouth went to her neck.
“An eye for an eye. My wife and Shane. I’m gonna even things up so that’s gonna be you and me.”
”What make’s you think I would even go for this?” She asked him. She was surprised by his audacity.
Rick looked at her face, taking a moment to admire her crystal blue eyes, her rosy lips forming a budding pout, the slender flair of her nostrils that always fascinated him.
”Heard you talkin’ to Andrea about certain needs not being met.” He told her, leaning down and nibbling on her earlobe and making her tingle.
”We were joking around.” She said between gasps.
”Joking or not, you meant it.”
“No! I mean yes, I kinda sort meant it but I didn’t mean you.I didn’t mean this. Stop. I can’t. We can’t do this.” She said in exasperation.
“We can and we are.” He lifted her tank top, his hand snaking its way across her belly to her waist where he gripped her. It sent chills down her spine.
Carol had to admit, the contact felt good, but this was wrong in so many ways. She never looked at him this way and never planned to. He was sucking on her neck and the feeling was deliciously good. She had no idea just how touch starved she was. His mouth devoured hers again and for a moment she got lost in the kiss. Suddenly she was confused.
Her fingers grabbed his shirt for purchase, and she pulled him in for just a moment before her head caught up with her.
“No. Its wrong. You’re married. I don’t want to be a part of your twisted games.”
“It’s right, everything about this is right. I owe you so much. You lost so much because of me.”
“And this is how you repay me? I lost my daughter. Nothing can replace her, especially not this.”
“A fools attempt at an apology.” He mumbled into her skin before nipping at her collar bone.
She pushed him away and sat up, almost head butting him in the process.
Rick fell backwards onto the floor and looked back up at her in desperation. “Rick, I don’t know what has gotten into you, but I want no part of this. Lori is my friend.”
“She told me to find a way to even the score. I’m doing it. Now please, I need you.” He rocked back up on his heels and grabbed her knees, putting his head in her lap.
“Well I don’t need you. Find someone else. Andrea or Otis’s wife Patricia, you owe her too.”
“No, you. I want you.”
"But." She protested.
"Look, I thought about this." He said, looking at her for a moment, his blue eyes pleading. "Andrea, she would ask too many questions, start too much drama." Leaning into her lap, he mumbled into her thighs. "Patricia is practically a stranger. Maggie, she’s taken. Beth’s just a child. I trust you. I owe you. It’s gotta be you." His hands snaked around her hips and squeezed.
She shook her head, bewildered.
He lifted her shirt and his mouth made contact with her the sensitive skin on her stomach making her body respond by going slick between her legs. For a moment her fingers laced through his hair, catching his curls and her eyes rolled back into her head. She held him there while his hot wet tongue explored her skin, his lips gently sucking. His tongue dipped into her belly button, and she moaned. He pushed her back down on the bed and began do undo the belt of her jeans, his mouth never loosing contact.
Her head popped back up and she pushed him away weakly. She was starting to sit back up when he kissed her stomach below her belly button. His slippery tongue worked its magic on her skin and she moaned and laid back down. He unzipped her pants and his tongue dipped down lower, his blue eyes looking up at her response. His mouth sucked harder on her skin and he began to remove her shoes. She felt back onto the bed, lost in feeling. Her shoes were off and he was sliding her pants off at the ankles when she sat up again.
“Rick, this is crazy. You need to stop, right” she gasped again, “now.” The word sounding more like a whisper. Her pants were off and he grabbed her knees, spreading her legs slightly.
“No and you know why?”
She shook her head and looked at him quizzically.
“Because we both could be dead tomorrow. None of us are promised another day so I am taking this, for me, for you, for us.”
That was ridiculous reasoning. She was about to protest when his head slipped between her legs and his mouth made contact with her hot wet center. She still had on her underwear and he kissed her through the fabric. She had never felt anything so sensual before. She sucked in air between her teeth.
“God you are so wet. You can’t tell me you don’t want this too.”
“No, I… I…” Her words were cut off when another moan escaped her lips. He began pulling her underwear down and off then crawled back to his place between her legs. He nuzzled into her and breathed her in and gave a satisfied moan. He began nudging at her. His mouth went back to her stomach, and he began to paw at her breasts. It all felt way too good. Maybe he was right. They weren’t promised tomorrow and right now, a need rose up in her and caught fire, a fire that desperately needed to be put out. He stood up for a moment and lifted her and pushed her back on the bed. She was surprised at his strength and ease. He lifted her tank top off and began to feast on her breasts.
“My God you are beautiful. I never noticed before but you are so sexy. Mmm, you feel so good.” He mumbled with a mouth full. He sucked on her skin, taking turns with each each mound. His tongue flicked over her nipples and she sighed. The ache between her legs increased. His finger snaked between her thighs, and he stroked her sending her hips shooting up off the bed. He brought his hands back up and sucked on his fingers. “You taste good too.” He pulled off her tank top and she was naked now. She felt exposed, being the only one without clothes. He must have had the same thought because he swiftly began removing his own, starting with his shirt that he peeled off in record time. She barely had time to catch a glimpse of him, his chiseled chest, his long limbs, strong and muscled. His mouth returned to her skin and he worked his way down between her legs. He spread her knees apart and leaned in when she closed her legs, her thighs closing tight on his head. It was all too much. Too much, too fast and with the wrong person. She was shy and no one had ever gone down on her before.
“No.” She tried to push his head away.
“Yes.” He forced her legs apart and began to suck on her thighs, working his way back in. The feeling was incredible. Her head told him to stop but her body betrayed her, craving more. She relaxed slightly and he kissed her most tender spot. His tongue flattened against her and he licked her. He nuzzled in closer and moaned into her. The feeling shock waves of pleasure through her body, all the way to her fingers and toes. A moan escaped her mouth and he moved in closer. He did things with his mouth that she had never imagined. He lips sought out the tender nub and he sucked on her when she moaned even louder. At the same time, he was undoing his belt and removing his pants. Carol wasn’t sure when he had removed his shoes. Once naked, he crawled back up over her, kissing his way back up her body.
Carol was so lost in feeling that she hardly realized he was over her until his face was hovering above her own. Soon his whole body enveloped hers and he looked at her. She looked up and him, eyes wide and wondering. She was about to ask a question on whether they should stop when he kissed her. His lips soft and wanting, moved over her mouth seductively slow. She tasted his lips, she tasted the whiskey, she tasted herself. The mixture was intoxicating.
His mouth moved back to her neck and sucked on her tender skin. She sighed and the sound made him moan. She could feel his hard shaft against her thighs when he began to adjust himself between her legs. He grabbed one of her knees and bent her leg outward slightly and then the other as he settled himself between the. The tip of him hot and loaded as it probed her entrance.
Her blue eyes widened and she looked like she was about to protest again, maybe think twice but he didn’t give her the chance. He leaned down and kissed her passionately and pushed his way inside of her. She gave a small cry and the slight pain of his entrance. Her hand was on his chest ready to push him away but her body readily adjusted to him and he felt so good. She gave up trying to stop things and let nature take its course. She gripped his shoulders instead.
His hips arched and he slide his way into her slick center a second time. He moaned like a man half starved. She was almost virgin tight and he pulled back out, afraid to hurt her and inched his way back into her slowly. He didn’t realize she would be this tight. He should have known. The look of ecstasy on her face almost made it impossible for him to go slow. He pulled out again then pushed back into her, filling her deeper this time. Each time he pulled out, he was able to go back in a little more. She began to moan under him, completely lost in feeling. She wanted this, needed this too and he was ready to give it all to her.
He began rocking into her, getting lost in between her folds. Good God, she felt good. He didn’t know evening the score would feel so utterly amazing.
Carol’s hip rose up to meet Rick’s every thrust. She didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel. She grabbed onto him and held on tight. This was never something she ever imagined happening but now that it was she was going to take it for all it was worth and worry about the rest later. Whenever she was with Ed, it was so forced, so painful, so quick. This, this was something else entirely. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Soon Rick began to lose himself inside of her, no longer trying to be gentle and she didn’t want him to be. He began thrusting into her, grunting loudly, when a giant feeling began to build up inside her. The tightly wound ball in her center became tighter and tigher, as he thrust deeper and harder. He began to moan, his mouth next to her ear. He moaned her name and that’s when it happened. The tightly wound ball suddenly exploded like a million stars bursting from her center all the way to her fingers and toes. An orgasm rocked her hard. With stars exploding in her eyes, she moaned with wild abandon. He pumped into her at a steady rhythm, watching her as she came. He felt her orgasm as her inner walls pulsed around his dick. It was enough to send him over the edge but he wasn’t done yet. He wanted more. He needed to make this last. Her body went slack and relaxed under him, wetness dripping from her. The sensation almost drove him mad. Suddenly it was all too much and he came, like an explosion inside her. He thrust into her deeply spreading his seed inside of her in a steady stream. He filled her and began spilling out of her when he thrust again, pumping more seed into her center. His moan almost came out like a roar. If no one heard them before, they probably had now, even from outside the house where everyone was farming. He rocked back into her one last time, giving her the last of himself then collapsed on top of her. His forehead landed on her shoulder as he caught his breath. She panted under him, and he watched her chest rise and fall from the corner of his eye. He stayed inside of her, soaking up the last bit of ecstasy that he could.
Once he caught his breath, he raised his head above hers and looked down at her. She looked back at him with doubt and shame, biting her lip.
“Its ok. Its going to be ok. We needed this. We may not be alive tomorrow. Sometimes its ok to take what we want. Especially now.”
“I never wanted this.” She whispered, ashamed.
“But it was good right.?”
“Oh God yes. So good.” Her hand went to her mouth, as if to stop the words from leaving her lips.
“Yeah, it sure was. And like I said, an eye for an eye, the score is settled between Lori and I. And you, you deserved a little something too. You deserve so much more.” He paused for a moment. “More than this messed up world could ever give you but this, this was at least something. Something I could do for you.” He kissed her again and she kissed him back, taking in his words and making herself believe them.
They stayed that way together for a moment and Rick’s eyes began to get heavy. Soon he began to doze off and Carol began to pushed him off of her. She slid herself out from under him.
“Hey, sorry. Sex always knocks me out.” He mumbled as he adjusted his body more comfortably on the bed.
Carol got up and began to search for her clothes that were flung all over the room. She found her underwear hanging off a lamp shade and put them on. “Sleep then.” She said soothingly. She looked at this beautiful man who just managed to knock her socks off and shook her head at the craziness of the moment they had just shared. Her hand went to her mouth again as she stared at him, laying naked in front of her while she was fully clothed. Guilt began to set in when she remembered his words; “They may be dead tomorrow.” She picked up his clothes and folded them, placing them on the table next to the bed. She took the blanket off the end of the bed and covered him before she sat down and picked up her boots. That’s when she heard the screen door open downstairs and then slam shut.
“Dad.” Carl shouted. “Hey dad, I shot a rabbit. Mom said we can cook it for dinner. Dad?”
Carol leaned over Rick and kissed his cheek, wanting to end their rendezvous on a good note. He stirred slightly. “Carl’s looking for you.” She whispered.
“Sleeping.” He mumbled.
Carol slipped out of the room and went to the top of the stairs to shout down to Carl, trying to act as normally as possible. “Carl, I think your dad might be taking a nap. Keep it down.”
“Hey Carol, I shot a rabbit!”
“That’s great Carl. You caught our dinner. Now go have Daryl teach you how to skin it and get it ready to cook ok. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Ok.”
“Good job Carl. Proud of you.”
“Thanks.” She heard him reply, pride in his voice.
Carol heard him run out and the screen door slam again. She breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t know if she could actually face anyone just yet. How would she face Lori? She figured she would keep herself busy, away from the others. At least for awhile. They hardly noticed her anyway.
She decided to shower. The least she could do was wash the scent of Rick off of her. She walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Her legs felt wobbly but her head was clear. She felt lighter. God, maybe she really did need it. It amazed her what a good screw could do. And that’s all it was, a good screw, she told herself. There would be no residual feelings even if he was the first man to make her orgasm. She removed her clothes, stepped into the shower and once again thanked her lucky stars that Hershel had wells on his property so they could have running water. She scrubbed herself clean, removing every trace of Rick. She thought about what had just happened, the euphoria hadn’t wore off yet. She never knew sex could really be like that, like in the movies where people got lost in the feeling of it. With Ed, the only man she had ever been with, it had always been like a punishment but it was worth it to her because she had wanted children. She had only been able to have Sofia, her body usually too battered to hold onto any other pregnancy for longer than a month or two. The shower had one of those detachable shower heads and she took the liberty of hosing herself out, using soap to remove any trace of the man who had just been inside of her. Yes, Rick was nothing like Ed. Men weren’t all scary. Sex could be so much more than pain and making babies. That’s when a thought occurred to her.
“Shit!” she said out loud. “Mother fucker.” She hissed. She finished her shower, dressed quickly, and went back to the room where Rick slept peacefully, a look of bliss on his face. She shook him awake fiercely.
“What? What’s going on?”
“You, that’s what’s going on.” He leaned up on his elbows looking at her. She swatted at him.
“What, you ok? What's wrong? You liked it, I know you did.”
“Yeah, I liked it. That's besides the point.” She shoved him in the chest then turned and paced the room.
“Then what’s the problem? An eye for an eye. I’m even with Lori and Shane and you, you got something out of it too.”
“Yeah, well you better hope an orgasm is all I got out of it?”
“What? What do you mean?”
She raced back over to him from the other side of the room and got in his face. “I mean, if you got me pregnant, I’m going to kill you.”
The color drained from Rick’s face. Suddenly he looked ashen.
“Yeah, bet you didn’t think about that when you came up with your little plan of seducing me for your twisted revenge.”
“Oh, uh. No, I... oh my God, I didn’t.” Ricks mouth hung open, at a loss for words. His face blanched.
“Yeah, well that’s because your stupid. For a smart guy, you can pretty dumb. Men usually are stupid when they think with their dicks."
“I, I’m sorry.” He uttered. His eyes are wide and panicked.
The shy, quiet Carol was gone and replaced by this angry one.
“Yeah, well you’ll be even more sorry if I wind up pregnant because I’m going to kill you.”
With that, she left the room, slamming the door behind her.
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Two and a half weeks later, Rick was planting corn, worrying. He had a lot on his mind these days. More and more walkers had been finding their way onto the farm. Lori’s morning sickness was brutal sometimes. Carl was having to grow up way too fast. Supplies weren’t running low, but they would be in a few months and then there was Carol. He couldn’t have two pregnant women breathing down his neck. What the Hell was he supposed to do with two babies? Two hormonal women, two extra mouths to feed. He tried to fight off the feeling of panic before it took over again.
He thought back to that afternoon. He had fun seducing Carol. He was happy to know he hadn’t lost his charms. Girls in high school used to say that he had a smile that made them weak in the knees but he only had eyes for Lori. He knew he was rusty but it really stroked his ego to know he still had it. That only lasted a few minutes though because Carol had come back with a big reality check. There was a hole in his plan.
He had thought his plan out so well, or at least he thought he had. He figured that he would feel so much better if he could even the score with Lori and Shane. Thought long and hard about the details of what could happen. Had watched Carol closely when he made his choice. He trusted her. He owed her. She was beautiful. He cared about her, not in that way but maybe for just that moment in time he could. He was a man after all, her looks weren’t lost on him. With all that he thought of, why hadn’t condoms crossed his mind? He hadn’t used them in years. He practically forgot they existed but still, how could he be so negligent? He kicked himself. Every time he looked at Carol his stomach dropped. She remained tight lipped about the whole situation and had only managed to glare at him since.
He had just finished planting a row of corn when he saw Carol walking towards him from across the way. She had a smile on her face. It confused him as he watched her approach.
“What’s up?” He asked, leaning on the hoe he had been working with. He looked at her apologetically, a look he’s been giving her for weeks. He clenched his jaw, waiting for whatever she has to tell him.
She beamed at him. “I started.” She told him with a smile.
“Started what?”
She rolled her eyes at him.
“My period.” She said happily.
His blues eyes went wide, but he didn't utter a word.
“I started my period. I’m not pregnant. You’re off the hook.”
The relief that floods his face makes Carol laugh.
“Woo hoo!” He took off his hat and tossed it in the air, glad no one else was around to see it. He cheered happily.
“Yeah, what a relief. I am so glad I don’t have to kill you now.” Carol joked. “You get to live to see another day Rick Grimes.”
“I guess I do.” Relief flooded him. He could see the same look on her face and some of the weight lifted off his shoulders.
“Thanks Carol. And once again, I’m sorry. I hope I could make it up to you one day.”
“Not like that you won't. Cause that is never going to happen again.”
“I’ll try my best to keep my hands and other parts of me to myself.” He laughed and watched her walk away.
“You better.” She said with a smirk.
~ The End ~