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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Beth_Greene/Rick_Grimes, Beth_Greene_&_Rick_Grimes
  Character:
      Beth_Greene, Rick_Grimes
  Additional Tags:
      Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Morality, Loss_of_Virginity, First_Time
      Blow_Jobs, Spanking, Dry_Humping, Guilt, Angst, Oral_Sex, Season/Series
      02, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, the_group_never_left_the_farm,
      and_also_rick_and_shane_never_tried_to_kill_each_other
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-04 Words: 2436
****** flood and a fire ******
by ronsparkyspeirs
Summary
     Rick’s not entirely sure what’s considered right or wrong in this new
     world order, the lines have blurred and everything’s turned upside
     down.
Notes
     PLEASE READ THE TAGS.
     Rick is in a dark place in this one, he does some morally dubious
     things, starting with the fact that Beth is underage.
He fucks her in the barn.
In the barn where her mom and brother and everyone she knew, stayed decaying,
in the farm she's known since she was a baby. He fucks her with his calloused
hand over her mouth, pressing into her lips to stifle the little cries she
makes each time he pushes inside her. His other arm looped around her left
knee, holding her open, her pretty thigh scraping against the wooden planks of
the barn.
She was so pretty, that's the first thing he notices when he arrives at the
barn. Well, after the blood and the worry and the crippling fear that gripped
him while he watched Carl bleed to death in his arms. He can't stand to be
around Lori, and he can't stand to be around the man who's supposed to be his
best friend, there's a seething anger that threatens to consume Rick and in the
midst of it all, there she is.
In her little girl sneakers and bright colored blouses, pink, pale skin that he
wants to dirty with his hands, soft flesh that he knows he could easily bruise.
He feels like an animal when he's around her, like a slobbering, feral beast
whose mouth waters at the thought of sinking its fangs into the closest thing.
At first he tries to repress the feelings, tries to convince himself that he's
a good man, a husband and a father, a cop who once served his community with
pride, but all that lasts only a few days.
He's not a good man. Not when he thinks depraved thoughts about this girl, this
child with her blonde hair and sad eyes. He's scum but he can't help himself,
she's soft and pure and even after she takes a knife to her wrist he can see
the lingering hope in her eyes. It was an act of desperation that drove her to
it but Rick can see the steel in her spine, the fight in her eyes, he wants
her.
Beth doesn't spare him a second glance, not really, only speaking to him when
her daddy needs to relay something to Rick, but even then she's polite, quiet,
shy. It makes him hard, makes him palm his cock in the darkness of the night,
he bites his lip to keep from groaning out loud.
Rick's not sure how it happens, slowly but surely her glances begin lingering,
her words become confident, “Can you teach me how to shoot, Mr. Grimes?”
“Only if your daddy says it's okay,” he grins.
And that's how it begins, innocent caresses to correct her form, his lips near
her ear when he gives her pointers, his hard on pressed against her lower back
when he holds her arms up to aim at a target. Her breath stutters and he can
see the blush blooming on her cheeks, spreading down to her chest. Later he
notices her watching him, her eyes following him attentively as he goes back
and forth from the house to his camp, she pays attention like he's going to
quiz her later, and the thought of being this girl's teacher shouldn't make him
grit his teeth at the onslaught of images of Beth in a plaid skirt and knee
high socks.
She trembles in his arms the first night he sneaks into her room. Like a
frightened rabbit, she shivers and shakes and it isn't until he asks if she's a
virgin that she calms down, Beth nods and Rick curses. But it still doesn't
stop him, doesn't hold him back from what he wants. He makes sure she's wet
though, fingers her tight cunt until she's drenched his hand and her white bed
sheets. Beth kisses him with abandon, she flutters her little fingers through
his hair, down his shoulders and back, and when Rick lines up his cock with her
swollen labia she tenses again, like prey.
“Shh,” he murmurs, “relax, sweetheart.”
At his words, her thighs fall open and Rick slides in all the way. She's so wet
and small but he has to keep his thrusts shallow because the bed squeaks with
every movement and Rick doesn't think he could explain this away.
Her breath hot on his face, sweat, smooth skin, and when he looks down, blood
on his cock, he was too rough, took too fast. But Rick bites at her lips, nips
at her neck, twists her little nipples in between calloused fingers, he should
feel bad, he should feel terrible for debauching this sweet, wholesome girl,
but he doesn't. Not even when he spurts his come all over her flat belly, he
smears the fluid, and bites the underside of a small breast hard enough that
Beth digs her nails into his shoulders from the sting.
He kisses her goodnight, zips himself up and tucks her in like a good girl.
“Tomorrow again, honey?” he asks, and she nods sleepily, her eyes half shut.
The next time doesn't give them enough time for what he wants to do to her, so
instead he takes her out to the near woods, on the pretense of helping her with
her shooting skills and she gets down on her knees for him. In the early
morning light he can see the light smattering of freckles that lay across her
nose and cheeks. She's so young, Christ, he wonders if he could ever be
pardoned for this particular sin.
He groans, low in his throat when she takes him in her mouth, she's not artful
in her touches, she doesn't want to seduce him, she wants to please him, and
the thought nearly has him coming undone.
She sucks and licks him like a melting ice cone; her soft hands at the base of
his cock, she looks up at him and asks, “Am I doing it right?”
He twitches in her palm, “Yes, sweetheart.”
She smiles with pride and takes him in her mouth again, slowly taking in as
much of his length as she can, Rick lets out a murmur of curse words when the
head of his cock hits the back of her throat. She raises her wet gaze to his
and he slides a hand to the back of her head, Beth hums approvingly and starts
gagging herself.
Her mouth full of spit, hot and tight, the sounds she makes have his balls
tightening up, and then the tears rolling down her cheeks make him come. She
tries to pull away when the thick fluid slides down her throat but Rick doesn't
let her, he presses closer and watches as she struggles to breathe.
“Swallow it,” he tells her, pulls away and watches with satisfaction as she
swallows his come, “show me,” he says, and Beth opens her mouth wide, sticks
her pink tongue out and giggles when he grins at her, “good girl.”
Rick pulls her to her feet and gropes her ass in a way that has her breath
hitching sweetly, he doesn't offer to get her off with his hand because there's
no time, they’d been gone long enough and besides, who knows what's out in
these woods.
Sometimes when they're all having dinner together and Shane is staring at Lori
and Lori is pretending to not notice, Rick will look at Beth. He smiles at her
like she's a favored student or maybe his favorite niece, and the thoughts
sparks something inside him; a feeling so raw that has Rick waiting until
everyone leaves the table so he can stand without showing everyone the hardness
in his crotch.
Other times he feels guilty. He feels sick in the head and the thought of
fucking a girl only a few years older than his own son leaves a sour taste in
his mouth. He doesn't know if he would have done something like this if it
hadn't been for the end of the world, would he have met another teenage girl
and set his sights on her as well? Or was it simply something to do with Beth?
With her soft demeanor and pretty face. Sometimes he likes to pretend that
she's just as complicit in their affair as he is but he knows he's lying to
himself, Rick had ensnared her with kind words and pleasure she had never
known.
And he can't stop.
Not now when he feels himself spiraling out of control and her sweet affections
are the only thing keeping him from blowing someone's brains out.
The next time he fucks her she smells like bubblegum, sweet to the point of
nauseating, and he smacks her ass for it.
“You smell like candy,” he growls in her ear.
“You don't like it?” she whispers.
He smacks her harder and she keens in his hold, problem is, he likes it too
much. He slaps her cheeks with the full brunt of his force, and Beth sobs, she
looks at him with her big, doe eyes, shining with tears, so Rick leans over and
kisses her, he brushes a piece of hair behind her ear and presses his lips to
her temple. Then he falls to his knees and places his hands on her ass cheeks,
he spreads her open and she's soaked, pink pouting lips, dripping with arousal.
He spits on her pussy and Beth gasps, he leans in and starts eating her out,
licks at her pussy like she's made out of cotton candy, slurps up her juices
eagerly. She’s sweet and bare and all for him.
She's quiet because she has to be, but Rick knows that if she could, she’d be
screaming with desire. Beth’s hips make jerky little motions and she comes on
his face, drenches his nose and lips and chin and Rick hums in approval.
“Your cunt tastes like honey,” he tells her when she looks over her shoulder at
him, Beth bites at her lip and lets out a shuddering breath. She gets on all
fours and Rick presses her face against the mattress when he fucks her, the
crude noise of skin slapping skin and his own harsh breathing the only sound in
the room, she’s almost silent and it only makes Rick fuck her harder.
“Do you think God will forgive me?” she asks after they're done. Laying in her
single bed, with Beth on his chest and his hand drifting up and down her bare
back, he pauses his movements and looks down at her.
“For what?”
She curls up on herself, and her voice becomes unbearably soft when she
responds, “You're married.”
Rick doesn't respond, what could he possibly say to this sixteen year old girl
in his arms, reassurances would mean that he blames her and any admittance on
his part would only signify guilt and Rick’s not ready for that. So instead he
holds her closer, noses at the damp hair near her temple, she smells like fresh
linen and he would do anything to stay here forever.
The thing is, Rick is depraved, he knows this, he knows it to the deep marrow
of his bones. The things he's done to Beth and the rest that he still wants to
do, further convince him of the fact. He’s done murder, what else is corrupting
a young girl, he's ruined her and there's no turning back.
Lori brushes her hand against the back of his neck and Rick stiffens in his
seat, she pulls away and he relaxes. He knows he's being an asshole but he
doesn't want to hurt Lori, he's been her husband for more than ten years, he
knows her, but after learning of her pregnancy everything changed. The
knowledge that she slept with his best friend, the man whom he considered his
brother, it was a blow dealt harder than the one he got upon waking up in an
empty hospital with the knowledge that the dead were walking around. Rick
doesn't blame her completely though, they’d been having problems even before he
got shot, but he was a man and his ego and pride were a thing that bruised
easily.
Lori had Shane and now Rick has Beth.
It's not the same, of course it's not. Beth is a teenager, the epitome of all
his wet dreams from the age of twelve to thirty-five; a fantasy, something
unattainable that suddenly he could grasp with greedy hands. It doesn’t make it
right but Rick’s not entirely sure what’s considered right or wrong in this new
world order, the lines have blurred and everything’s turned upside down.
She’s reading a book by candlelight when he creeps into her room, on her belly
with legs crossed at the ankles. Rick goes to sit on a chair in front of her
desk as Beth watches him with wide eyes, he sprawls in his seat, legs open and
an indecent bulge in his crotch, “Come here,” he says, patting his thigh with a
heavy hand.
She rises from the bed and tentatively makes her way towards him, “Bring the
book,” he tells her, and Beth blushes red because she has an idea of where this
is going. She makes her way around him and sits on his lap, “keep reading,”
Rick encourages, he wants her attention on something else.
Beth opens up her book and resumes where she left off. Rick lets his hands
trail down her neck, caressing her shoulders and arms, he places warm hands on
her hips and pushes her down on his dick, Beth lets out a sharp gasp and Rick
only presses her down harder. Even through his jeans and her sleep shorts his
cock strains for her, he guides her movements. Around and down and he meets her
with his own thrusts, Rick can hear Beth’s panting breaths and when he starts
feeling the wetness seep through his jeans he lets out his own low moan.
There’s something inherently dirty about humping the girl in his hold, it gets
him hot and the way she rolls her hips, Rick can tell that Beth likes it too.
The pressure on his cock gets to be too much and he comes in his trousers, Beth
grinds and makes frantic little movements and she’s coming a few moments after
him. She lays her head on top of the desk as she gathers her breath, Rick
drapes himself over her, and lays his forehead on her back as he holds her in
his arms.
“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, “I love you.”
Beth grips one of his hands in her own, she gives a firm squeeze, “I love you
too,” she whispers.
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