Rick stood in the hot shower and let the dirt ooze of himself, the water ran down over his body, cleansing more than just his flesh. His ears were alert to every sound in the house, listening beyond the walls trying to hear out to the pleasant streets of this pleasant neighborhood in this community that was too good to be true. Soap. He let it lather in his hand as he thought about each member of his family. Carl. Judith. Daryl. Michonne. And on his brain went, thinking about how each one of them would react to living in a place like this. He knew each and every family member well enough to pin point the things they might accept verses the need to flee they were all feeling. He rinsed the shampoo from his hair as he thought about how he would continue to lead and care for his group, never letting the water feel too good or enjoying the smell of the soap. He shut off the water and stepped out of the shower.
Michonne wanted this place to be good for them all, she wanted to have a place where she could close both eyes at the same time and let her mind slow down for a while. She wanted a place where her group could take a breath, get strong again. The thought brought her back to her childhood, playing tag in the neighborhood. Her front steps were always 'base', the one spot you could run to and catch your breath without fear of being tagged and being 'it'. She wanted this walled in community to be their new base. She sat on the edge of the queen sized bed on the light blue comforter. She had a feeling her dirty clothes would stain the cover but she didn't care, it felt good to be sitting. Michonne never stopped listening to the world around her though, she heard the shower running, the murmuring of Abraham talking downstairs in the living room, Judith fussing and something outside that sounded like a basketball being bounced. She resisted the urge to look out the window.
The sun was down, the group was resting and Rick stood at the window looking out into the night. Michonne finally got up and went to him, she felt the same apprehension he did to being here, but she was more hopeful. They talked at the window in low hushed tones about joining this community, being a part of the process here. Rick was unsettled and concerned that Michonne was sliding too easily into this place. She wanted to fit in, he wasn't sure if he wanted that or if he even could.
"I'm not signing the papers. That's saying yes, this is how it is." Rick wasn't ready to give so easily.
"You afraid to do that?" Michonne was trying to read his face in the moon light.
He was pointed, "Are you?" He valued her take on things more than she ever knew.
"No." Her answer was quick.
"So then, why are we both awake?" Rick knew how to pull back the layers, how to find the truth. He watched her face as she contemplated his question. "I'm gonna take a walk." He left her standing there as he walked around his people all sleeping in the living room on the floor. They had been given two huge houses by this community, told to use them both, spread out and have some personal space for the first time. But of their own choices they all slept in this living room together. Even the couples who would have appreciated rooms to themselves for a night, no one was ready to split up the group.
Michonne watched from the window as he came off the porch steps and walked down the middle of the street. It was so typical for Rick. Sidewalk wasn't his thing, he commanded from the center of things. Even in the dark of night all alone, he had to walk down the middle of the street. Her stomach knotted for a minute as she worried about him alone in the night but she pushed that feeling aside. He was strong and this place was safe. She knew that and she wanted to believe that.
"He's jus' bein' cautious." Daryl's voice scared her. He was sitting in the chair nearby and it was only a whisper but she still jumped just a bit. He was right and she knew it. Rick wanted a safe place just as much as she did, but he was the captain of this ship, the leader and the father. He couldn't let his guard down.
She smiled at Daryl for being right, "He's gonna give himself a heart attack someday." He carried too much stress. Daryl just nodded his chin in agreement. "Then who'll be in charge?" They both looked over to Abraham who was wrapped around Rosita who was trying to sleep. Not that he would necessarily be the best choice for new leader, but he'd run through things like a bull in a china shop and take the lead.
Michonne walked away, out the front door and sat on the steps. It was a beautiful night out and she could hear crickets in the darkness. There were lights in some of the windows, candle glow mostly. This was a real neighborhood. Not like Woodbury, all strung together with extension cords and hiding walkers in barns for sport – well, not that they knew of just yet. She leaned back, resting against the clapboards as she let the world go by and let the quiet seep into her soul.
She woke to the sounds of footsteps but she didn't move, just listened as they got closer. Finally she opened her eyes when she felt the person was close enough. Rick stood in front of her, shaved and clean. "Walk?" He just smiled at the corners of his mouth and waited for her to join him.
This time he turned and headed south down the sidewalk with her by his side. They were quiet and he pointed out things but made no comment. The swing set in a side yard, a clothes line filled with laundry, wood piles and cars as well as lights in the windows. They had gone exploring earlier but this was more like recon. They only walked the block and came back around getting to the empty house before the one they had all chosen to occupy. Michonne stopped walking and so did he, she put her hand on his shoulder and nodded her head to the front door.
Rick looked first at the empty house, over to the one that was overflowing then back to her. He wasn't sure when he had first grown a crush on her, somewhere at the prison once he head had gotten right again. But he knew exactly when he had fallen in love with her. It had been after they abandoned the prison fight, after he had skirted death and she had arrived knocking on the barricaded door looking for him. They were standing in the kitchen and he finally felt safe again. For one fleeting moment, even though the situation was bad, he felt like with her by his side, all would be well again. That was the moment his heart ached and his head spun and he knew that he was in love with this woman.
"Come on Rick." Michonne tried not to over think the look on his face. She wanted to be alone with him and hoped he wanted it as well.
She took a few steps toward the empty house and he came up next to her, taking her hand and walking up the stairs.
The door was unlocked and the house was dark, he closed it behind them as she led the way. The layout was similar to the house they were all occupying, open floor plan with lots of space. She pulled him into the living room and they sat down on the floral sofa. Rick slid his arm around her and she snuggled against his chest. He hugged her close and they just sat there, listening to the world and being together. Michonne reached up and slid her palm down his bare cheek, she had never seen him clean shaved, he looked younger. She liked him with facial hair but this was a nice change for a while.
It could have been five minutes or five hours, he wasn't sure how long they had been that way when he finally kissed her head. "Even if it's just for now, never thought we'd have this." He was talking about the security of the walls as much as he was about the moment they were sharing. She nodded and nuzzled closer.
The quiet was nice but almost unnerving for Michonne. "Whad'ya thinkin' about?" She loved the sound of Rick's voice, always did. Sometimes she asked him questions just to hear him speak or better yet, growl out a reply.
Rick laughed, "Nothing." She had picked a hell of a time ask him that question. He kissed the top of her head.
"Oh, now you have to tell me." There had always been a lightness between them, a connection she hadn't felt with anyone else in the group. She loved to push Rick when he was trying to be private.
He kissed her hair one more time then swallowed hard. He hadn't done this in a very long time. "I was thinkin' about you naked." That had been the truth. He squeezed her tight and held her close. He hadn't sat like this with anyone, not even Lori since well before the turn of the world. Just having this woman in his arms made things feel better to him and he could sit this way all night.
"Hhmm." She didn't say anything else just reached to hold his hand. It made her heart race a bit to know he thought of her that way, they had known each other for a while now and she had grown an affection for him she never expected. If the world had not changed, he would have never been her type at all. She like them dark, lean and artistic. She had never thought about a man like Rick before. But he had grown into a protector and vulnerable hero that she respected and relied upon. On top of that he was sexy as hell, the way he carried himself, the way he walked. She walked behind him most days and watched as he stride ate up the distance.
The comfortable silence between them continued till his breathing began to slow. She was glad that he felt comfortable enough with her to fall asleep, that spoke volumes to their relationship. She let herself doze, holding his hand and wrapped in his hold she dozed off with him.
Rick didn't know what woke him or where he was at first, but he realized immediately that Michonne was in his arms. He wanted to wake this way more often. It was still dark out and carefully he turned his wrist and looked at his watch, it was only two in the morning, they hadn't been sleeping long. He needed to move, his side was wrenched in an odd position and his dick was straining in his pants. She did this to him often, caused him to get hard. He shifted and it woke her, she slept as lightly as he did.
"Sorry." He kissed her head again and shifted.
Michonne moved, getting up off of him and stretching. "What time is it?"
Rick smiled in the moon light at her, she was beautiful in this lighting. "Two. Think we could sneak into a bed and get some sleep?" He liked being with her, this felt natural and right. "Daryl's probably awake over there, probably saw us come in here."
She stood up and extended her hand to help him up. "He did, was in the window when we came around the block." She had been looking for him.
Michonne walked up the stairs and he followed, he loved watching her walk, she had the most luscious backside.
They walked past the bedroom with a twin bed, back past the bathroom and onto the master suite with the queen sized bed. She turned in the doorway and looked at him. "Not really tired you know." She smiled her infectious grin.
He nodded his head at her not sure what to say.
With one step and up on her toes she kissed him. Michonne never shied from being forward and she knew Rick would never make the first move. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in as his arms wrapped around her one straight to grabbing her ass. She groaned as he gripped at her. Their kisses were passionate. Months of attraction, sexual tension, frustration, need and lust went from simmering to boiling as he pushed her against the wall and consumed her mouth.
"Rick…" It was breathy and needy.
He licked at her flesh, kissing and nipping at her neck as he hands found her breasts. He had wanted her for too long to let this moment slip away. "Yeah?"
"Don't stop." She had wanted to say more but his mouth on her skin had fogged her brain.
Rick pulled back, took her face and held her for a moment, "I don't think I could." He needed her the way he needed oxygen. She nodded then pulled him to the bed. They had waited so long for this without ever knowing what they were waiting for.
She crawled back on the bed and he crawled on top of running his hands up her shirt to the breasts he had wanted to touch for so long. She pushed to undress him, pulling the shirt off of him. It was hard to see the details but she knew his flesh was bruised and marked from fighting to survive. From there it was undressing and kissing, licking as they both explored, rolling on the bed and laughing as they clumsily tried to get naked. His mouth was on her breast as she tried at his pants.
Rick wanted to feel her on his dick, but he needed this more. He held her wrist, stopping her, "I've wanted to suck on these since the day we met, give me a minute." His tone was lighter than she had ever heard him be.
Michonne threaded her fingers in his freshly cut and washed hair, "I've wanted to suck your dick that long, you don't see me bitchin'." It was mumbled and breathy and he held tighter at her wrist as he sucked hard on the breasts he had waited for. Her head pushed deep into the pillow, his tongue felt like heaven. It had been forever since she had been touched by another person. Her nipples hardened as he played, rubbing his dick against her leg. He felt huge and she was excited to find out.
"Rick." She pulled at his hair a little to get his attention. "It's been a long time since I..." She had been alone for a long time now, she hadn't been with a man since the world had shifted.
Rick smiled with a mouth full of tit then whispered. "Me too.. we'll take it slow." He knew that slow wasn't going to happen and he was sure she knew the same thing. He licked once more than began to kiss down her stomach to her pants which he unbuttoned. He peeled down her pants taking her panties with them, then he stopped to work on her shoes. He looked up at her manicured mound. It was obvious she had trimmed, an added bonus to the shower.
When she was naked he knelt at the foot of the bed, grabbed her by her toned calves and pulled her down till her pussy was close enough to feast on. She dragged a pillow with her and closed her eyes. She had dreamed of this, literally dreamt of a moment just like this with Rick, but she never really thought either of them would live long enough to have it happen. And for it to be in a house, showered, shaved, clean and alone. It almost seemed too good to be true. Their current situation most likely was, but she would push that all aside, let it all happen.
He buried his nose in her pubic hair inhaling the scent of her, "Fuckin' perfect." He reached his hand up, laced his fingers with hers and held her hand as he used the other to open her wide and began to lick and suck at the only woman he had truly desired in longer than he cared to remember. She tasted like tangy honey and he loved it when he felt her leg wrap around him pulling him tighter to her body. Oral sex was never really his is strong skill but he thought he could feast here till they both passed out.
Michonne melted at his touch, the way his tongue fucked at her and his fingers played. The sucking on her clit and the humming of a tune she didn't recognize. She had learned how to make herself cum quickly, she had to now a days. But she didn't want that, she wanted him to eat her out for hours. His fingers slid into her, and he twisted his wrist and made a come-hither motion that grazed her g-spot and sent her over the edge. She thrashed and moaned and bellowed out his name as the best orgasm she could remember ripped through her.
Rick held on tight as she flailed around, it made him feel good to know he had controlled her body in such a way. She was breathless and giddy and he finally let go of her body as she calmed. He wiped his mouth and sat on the floor.
"Oh my god, I needed that." She was resting on her elbows looking down at him.
He laughed, "I would guess so. You left a heal mark in the middle of my back." He grabbed her leg and playfully bit at her calf.
Finally she got her naked body off the bed and sat on the floor with him. She touched his face and kissed him, still tasting herself on his skin. "Can I return the favor?" She rubbed her hand on his straining cock.
Rick shook his head. "No." He ran his thumb on her bottom lip and made her open her mouth so he could slide it into her. "You mouth is so pretty but I really, really want to make love to you." He wasn't sure if that was the right words to use, but fucking didn't seem right either. He needed to be inside of her. She nodded as she sucked on his thumb trying to show him the skills she had with her mouth. "I'm gonna check the nightstand and the bathroom and see if there is a condom in this place." They had provided everything else, why not this as well.
"In the bathroom, under the sink behind the tampons." Their hosts had stocked the houses for them, and though she had seen it next door, she was sure they would be here as well. His head slumped at the sucking and the knowing that he would soon be inside of her. "And I'd like it very much if we made love." She whispered it to him.
He pulled the blanket down on her, kissed her and got up and went into the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror was almost unrecognizable. He hadn't looked this calm and relaxed since before he had woken up in that hospital almost two years ago. There were butterflies in his stomach, he loved the way a new lover made him feel.
"What's taking so long?" Her voice came from the bedroom.
He unbuttoned his jeans and let them sit on his hips, his dick was straining. He found the box and brought it out to the bedroom. "Sorry." He didn't mean to make her wait. He helped her stand and she finished undressing him. They kissed and touched and she stroked his dick making his knees a little weak as she took the condom from his hand.
She got on her knees and opened the wrapper and expertly rolled the rubber down his shaft. She loved sucking dick and would love to do it for him some day, but for now, she wanted him inside of her as much as he wanted to be there. When he was ready he laid on the bed and she climbed on top of him. The end of the world had put her in the best shape of her life and she was proud of the body that eased itself down on him. His face was priceless, eyelashes fluttering as his mouth opened and when she was fully seated he acknowledged god for the first time in two years.
They held hands as she rode him, lying on top of him for a while then going back to riding him. He warned her that he would cum fast and she just smiled, she understood. Too much time of self-servicing made encounters like this go quickly. He reached up and touched her face, her cheek in his hand as they rocked together and moaned. She bit at the side of his palm as he pushed deep into her and when he finally came he pulled her close. He needed to have as much contact as he could with this stunning woman. He groaned out swear words as he bucked into her and she held him tight, keeping him safe as he lost all control and became vulnerable in her arms. She kissed his shoulder and hold him close as he finally slowed.
They went back to comfortable silence as she eased off of him and they lay together. They could hear his watch ticking off the seconds as the moon shifted in the window. He dozed in and out as she kissed his chest.
Finally she woke him, "Rick, we could shower then go back next door." They were both covered in a sheen of sweat and wanted to be back before the sun came up and the group woke. He nodded and kissed her.
"I'm gonna wanna do this again." He whispered in her ear.
She smiled, "What? Right now? Okay, let's do it." They both laughed as they got up out of bed and headed to the shower for more time together.