1: Nine Crimes
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you
It's the wrong time for somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
The rain was unrelenting, thick heavy drops falling over the windows, pounding loudly over the roof of the car. The windows had fogged considerably, and it was almost hard for them to breathe in its stuffy wake.
Michonne's chocolate legs were thrown over each of Rick's shoulders as his tongue pervaded every part of her pulsing, wet center. The bottom half of her body was wriggling against his strong hands, trying to hold out while his lips did whatever they wanted to do to her.
"Fuck, Rick," she moaned out loud, rocking her pussy against his licks. Her head was pressed against the door handle of the back seat, but she ignored the pain for the delicious pleasure. "I'm gonna come on your face," she warned him jokingly in her fit of fervor.
"Do it," he mumbled into her, feeling encouraged by the excitement in her voice.
She could feel him smiling as he sucked at her clit, he was enjoying this way too much. "You're such an ass," she breathed. She grabbed a handful of his short curls before she began to shudder in satisfaction when her orgasm took over her body. His hands gently squeezed her supple ass as he licked her clean, while she continued to try and writhe out of his clutches.
"You okay?" he asked with a sly grin once he was done.
She knew that he knew she was anything but okay, but she gave him a nod and looked at him as if she were ready to devour him herself. She sat up and waited for him to do the same, meeting her gaze. He was so beautiful, she thought, even when they were doing… this. He had eyes like the ocean and lips like warm cherry pie. Her favorite part of this was that those eyes and those lips were hers for just a little while.
She instantly moved in to kiss him, taking pleasure in the way he tasted after his near-assault on her nether regions. She moved her luscious lips down his stubbly jawline and to his strong neck, making a meal out of his smooth and salty skin. "You got a condom?" she managed to ask between nibbles.
He silently answered her request by pulling the package out of his pocket while she hastily unbuttoned his jeans. She then pulled off her tank top and the two of them anxiously explored one another's bodies with their mouths and hands. The air was sticky and uncomfortable, but neither of them could bring themselves to care, all they wanted in the moment was each other.
Once he pulled the rubber on, she got into position in his lap, and slowly eased down on top of his dick. She moaned softly, letting her back fall against his chest as she rocked against him in a steady rhythm. Her hair fell into his face, and he held onto her hips, filling her completely each time she circled her pussy around his length.
His breath against her back was warm and wet, causing her to move faster with every exhale. She erotically bounced on top of him, sqeezing his swollen cock every time she took him in, her soft whimpers reaching a crescendo as she reeled with pleasure. His hand went up her torso and underneath her bra to fondle her supple breast, gently kneading the hardening nipple as she continued to move against him.
"Michonne," he whispered quietly, unsure of where he was going after that. Her gyrating hips had him speechless, really, and his mind was blank aside from her name on his lips. He could feel her ass jiggling against his thighs and his mind going numb. She was too good at this.
Soon, she stopped moving altogether and rearranged herself so that she was facing him. She slid onto him once again, the two of them locking eyes as she continued to roll her body against him. His lips dove for her chest, hungrily sucking her tits out of her bra while his fingers softly roamed over her clit. She began to move faster, to the stroke of his fingers, and her insides felt like they were on fire.
She clung to his shirt with one hand, held the backseat headrest for leverage, and began to grind against him so seductively, he couldn't stand it anymore. He had to clutch her hips, encouraging her as she rode him furiously, panting and moaning while she squeezed her walls around him, her breasts bouncing with every move. The rain against the window, the sound of their bodies crashing together, and her breath in his ear, he was done for. He came in one giant wave of pleasure, cursing as his orgasm washed over him, and when she shuddered against him, he was glad to know she had come again too.
"Jesus," he sighed, happily falling back into the seat behind him.
She was breathing heavily, but pulled herself off of him and settled into the spot beside him so that she could catch her breath. "It's hot," she noted tiredly, attempting to wipe the dampness from her face.
He looked over to her and smiled, but hated that things between them were always over so quickly once they were done. No time to cuddle, no time for pillow talk. They would find their clothes and go their separate ways for the night.
"Should we wait 'til it stops raining?" he asked hopefully. He wasn't ready to go home. Not yet.
As she finished pulling her pants back on, she offered him her warmest smile and gave him a soft pat on the face. "I think we've done enough damage for today." Before he knew it, she was climbing into the passenger seat, obviously waiting for him to take his spot on the drivers' side.
In silence, they drove the two blocks to her house, where she could see the lights were on, which meant her roommates were home. She gave Rick a look, acknowledging that he'd made the right call about them staying in the car to do their deed. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she smirked at him, almost a bit sad that she would have to spend the night without him. She should've been used to it by now, but she wasn't.
"You will," he promised, returning her gaze with a wistful smile. He watching her every move as she exited and made a beeline for her front door. She moved like a cat, quick and balletic. She really was something.
He waited a few minutes, making sure she was safely inside before he began his reconnaissance, ensuring the car was free and clear of any of their activities. It was, after all, on loan from the leader there at the Alexandria Safe Zone. And he knew he and Michonne probably shouldn't use their professional car for pleasure, but… shit happens. Sometimes, more often than it should.
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you
The rain had finally begun to let up once he started to make his way across the street to his own home. He could only shake his head as he pulled Carl's bike up their walkway, soon followed by a collection of wet chalk Judith had obviously been playing with. He left both items at the front door, along with his soaked boots, and entered his warm home.
"It's me," he called out to anyone who would listen. He immediately removed his gun, along with its holster, and left it on the table near the door.
It wasn't long before Carl appeared at the top of the steps, glad to see his father was back. "Hey, Dad."
"Hey," he looked up to greet his teenager. "You left your bike in the middle of the yard, you know."
"Mom said not to go out and get it since it was raining so hard," he shrugged, trampling down the steps. "Is dinner ready yet?"
Rick frowned at the information, but followed his son to the kitchen, where his wife was sitting at the table, feeding their daughter. He motioned to give Judith a quick kiss before exploring the contents of the stove along with Carl.
"Meatloaf again?" Carl made a face that pretty much echoed Rick's sentiments.
"You don't like it, don't eat it," Lori replied tersely as she wiped Judith's mouth. She looked at Rick and could tell he didn't want her dinner either, but it wasn't like they had a lot of options. It was her job to ration the food for her family, and meatloaf was the easiest way to keep them fed for more than one night. "Sorry," she eventually added offhandedly.
With a small sigh, Rick made a plate for Carl, taking a few bites for himself just to ward off the hunger pangs, and then retreated upstairs to take a shower. He was looking forward to being alone with his thoughts, even if they were all of Michonne.
From his upstairs window, he had a perfect view of her house, which was a dangerous thing, he realized. He could stand there for hours, just waiting for a glimpse of her, if he really wanted to. He wondered if she was thinking of him in that moment, or if she left their relationship, if you could call it that, wherever she left him. He always meant to ask her, but he was scared the answer would disappoint him, so he would save it. Perhaps, for another rainy day. For the time being, he would have to believe that she was just as lonely for him as he was for her.
It's the wrong time, she's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright with you?
Lyrics: "9 Crimes" - Damien Rice (9)
A/N: Trying something a little different here. Worry not, my friends - my dear Michonne will not be relegated to just a side chick. Bear with me! -Ash