Night 1
"Is that everything?"
Rick double checked around the van and nodded. "Looks like it."
Michonne turned around in the drivers seat to watch him as he organized the small amount of cans and gun they found and closed the back door. She drove for a few minutes with him giving directions from the back. Carefully she navigated, driving slow to keep engine noise to a minimum. One false move and they would be surrounded by walkers. Although one of them would always have to stay awake and keep watch, she looked forward to turning her brain off for at least a short period of time.
"Here's good."
Michonne killed the engine, leaning her head back against the seat to relax and catch her breath. They had been going non stop since early that morning when they left Alexandria and she was exhausted.
"C'mere."
The low timbre in Rick's voice jolted her instantly, her head whipping to the back of the van. He sat with his legs crossed on top of several blankets that would serve as their bed for the night. When they locked eyes, the corner of his lip turned up mischievously. His eyes sparkled the brightest shade of blue among the dark backseat.
Michonne returned his naughty smile, the fatigue instantly leaving her limbs. Her hands rubbed along her jeans itching to touch him. The atmosphere was suddenly charged, electricity shocking her senses to high alert. Her breasts felt heavy, weighted with desire. Rick, never one to be the most patient, began to unbutton his shirt, practically ripping it from his jeans. Her breath hitched when he began to unbuckle his gun belt.
"I said c'mere," he repeated, never taking his eyes from her. The smile was gone, replaced with a steel determination shrouded in lust. How she managed to be around Rick for so long without pouncing on him still baffled her. Sure, there was war and their lives were in constant danger but now that she's had him beneath her, on top of her, inside her, she can't imagine a time where he was anywhere else.
Quickly Michonne shuffled out of the seat and crawled to the back. "I thought we were going to build a fire and make some dinner," she said while hastily untying her boots. "Aren't you hungry?"
Rick pulled off his boots and did a slow perusal of her body from top to bottom, reminding her of how he used to steal glances. "Very."
She blushed, turned on by his sexy Southern drawl. Her hands were on him in a flash. His chest, broad shoulders, arms. Those fucking soft, beautiful curls that she loved to run her fingers through while she kissed every part of his body within reach.
He reached for her belt, tugging at her jeans impatiently. "Gotta get these off."
She tried to help him but she was torn between lapping hungrily at his perfect pink nipple and rubbing his jean clad erection. Their chests were heaving with exertion, the air trapped in the van making the temperature rise. "Need you," she whispered going for the button on his jeans.
"Shit," he cursed in frustration finally managing to get her a few inches away so he could concentrate on pulling her jeans down. He ignored her disappointed look focusing instead on getting her naked as quickly as possible. His dick was downright painful straining against the worn denim. Grunting in aggravation, he eventually discarded her pants and panties, tossing them over his shoulder. Michonne giggled at his agitation, temporarily subsiding a little of her own. She watched in amusement as his brow furrowed in concentration while removing the rest of his clothes. When he was naked, she looked past his chest and hard member and focused on his face. This perfectly imperfect man who she's known for a year but felt like a lifetime. They've been together almost everyday since that fateful day she hobbled towards the prison fence with the basket of baby formula. She's seen it all, the bad, the ugly and the brutal. They share an intimacy that goes beyond sex. A relationship that goes beyond boyfriend and girlfriend. Something only achieved when you've gone through what they've been through.
"What are you thinking about?" Rick asked, smoothing out the blankets beneath them. "And why do you still have your shirt on?"
Michonne gave him a coy smile. He loved it because it was the smile she reserved only for him.
Slowly she spread her legs giving him a full view of her glistening center. "Which one do you want the answer to first?"
Speechless, he began to stroke himself while she removed her bra and tank top. Resting on her elbows, she poked out her breasts, her dark nipples already at full attention. She cocked her head to the side, struggling to keep her eyes off his movements. If she paid too much attention, she would take him in her mouth but she could sense that he wanted to be in control tonight. There was always tomorrow...
"Rick, I asked which one do you want the answer to first?" She almost didn't recognize her own voice. Low, raspy and laced with need. He crawled towards her, his eyes focused on his target.
"You know what I love about this van," he said completely ignoring her question. "Besides being a grungy shade of yellow, old and pure metal." Rick softly kissed her inner thigh. "You know what's great about metal this old and sturdy?"
"Mmmm," she moaned as his soft lips rewarded her with another kiss dangerously close to where she really wanted him.
"Now who's not answering questions?"
There was a low buzz in her ear, her desire was drowning out his words. She tried her best to concentrate but her focus was only on the deep pang between her thighs.
"It's damn near soundproof."
That, she heard. Her head lifted suddenly and caught the wicked twinkle in his eye. They hadn't had many moments completely alone since they met, always having to be mindful of how loud they were while having sex. There was always the kids or the family around and because it was what they were used to, it hadn't dawned on her that the situation was completely different...until now. As he laid her down beneath him, Rick took her mouth in a searing kiss and parted her lips to make room for his ravenous tongue. "I want to hear you. No holding back." His finger played gently along her sex, groaning at how wet she was. "You're so ready for me."
When his thumb hit her clit, she pulled her mouth away and groaned louder. "That's it baby. Just like that," he coaxed her.
In a second, his mouth was away from her face, sucking hard on her nipples. The sound echoed throughout the small space. Michonne was soothed by the symphony of his lips smacking, her moaning, and their heavy breathing.
"Please," she begged. She couldn't take anymore. Her arousal was leaking on to her thighs and the realization that they didn't have to hold back had pushed her to the brink.
"Turn around." Michonne's eyes popped open and met his steel eyed gaze. She'd seen this look before, right before he was getting ready to hatch one of his plans that he was determined to make work. Quickly shuffling on her knees, she positioned herself on all fours and was comforted by his arm around her waist.
Rick positioned his thighs between hers, causing her to spread a little more. One hand was on her ass, a place she knew he loved, and the other lightly pushing her shoulders down to have her bend at the perfect angle. He rubbed his dick along her entrance and she gasped.
"I've been waiting to do this for so long," he whispered, the words breaking up between his heavy pants. "Let me know if it's too much." And then he was in her. Her back arched and she cried out in pleasure.
"Fuuuuuuuuck," Rick yelled and then stopped moving. Her pussy convulsed pulling him in more. He was deeper than he had ever been before. "You feel so good."
Draping himself across her back, he began to really move. Her hands braced against the blankets and firm floor that had no give, allowing her to take every inch of him. They both cried out each other's names, marveling at how good it felt.
Michonne had never felt anything like this in her whole life. Being so close to him emotionally and physically made her scared more often than not, but she never had time to dwell in it. Her feelings for him had reached a point of no return.
She was in love.
Spurred by her feelings for him, Michonne decided to take a little of the control back. She began to circle her hips in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
Rick faltered for a moment. "Oh shit, that feels—-ahh baby." His reaction turned her on even more and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge. He pumped harder, determined to stave off his climax until she let go. Just as he was about to put his finger on her magic button, her insides began to spasm and he knew she was close.
"Come on," he encouraged her. "Come hard for me."
The sound of their skin slapping together drove Michonne wild. This was what she loved about being with him. Uninhibited, raw, feral sex. To feel him completely let go of the demons and stress that shrouded them everyday. She screamed, her knees nearly giving out from the force of her orgasm. Despite her dazed state she was determined to bring him over the edge with her. Her pussy squeezed him while she turned her head to kiss him. She gently bit his bottom lip and he let go.
"Unhhhhhh Mich—-". His hips locked in place as he began to pour inside her. He pulled back a little too late and caught the rest of his hot seed in his hand.
"Jesus." He said, trying to regulate his breathing. "You ok?"
Michonne giggled but didn't have much energy to form a coherent sentence. "Yeah." Her knees finally give completely out and she fell face down on the black blanket. "That was—"
Rick trailed kisses down the small of her back and nipped her left ass cheek with his teeth.
"Ow." She playfully slapped him away pretending that it actually hurt but loved how enamored he was with her body.
Rick reached for the two small white washcloths she packed, using one of their bottles of water to clean them both. This was one of the simple acts that she loved so much. She smiled up at him, loving his post coitus disheveled look.
His sweaty curls hung in his face as he leaned over lifting her leg and cleaning between them. "What?"
"Nothing." I love you.
It was on the tip of her tongue but she held back. At this point after everything they had gone through, it was silly that she couldn't say it to him. She hadn't even said it to Carl and Judith and she loved them. In the new world, the words felt foreign to her. The last time she said them was to her sweet little boy a few days before he died. Everybody and everything she loved, she lost.
He tossed the washcloths to the side and cuddled up behind her. "It's hot."
"It smells like sex in here," she chuckled pulling his arm tight around her.
He peppered kisses across her neck, letting out a content sigh. "We should roll down the windows."
Rick began to get up to crack the windows but she quickly stopped him. "No that's ok. Stay here."
Again, he settled himself against her soft sated body and kissed the back of her head. "Ok."
They laid naked in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. When he felt her begin to doze off he moved her locs to the side and kissed her right shoulder. "Get some sleep. I'll keep watch tonight."
"Wait," she grabbed his arm again. "Just a little longer." Never one to be clingy, the desperation in her voice shocked her but she shrugged it off. Maybe it was the looming thought of what was up next that made her want to never let go or maybe she was just acting a lovestruck teenager. All she knew was that she craved his physical proximity.
Behind the errant curl hanging loose on his forehead, he regarded her closely. Something seemed a little off. When she turned around and kissed his shoulder, sucking on his neck, he quickly lost his train of thought. Goosebumps began to form on his skin. He groaned, annoyed with his dick for twitching back to life so soon. The rational part of him knew she was tired and that he needed to save his energy. They had another long day tomorrow.
Michonne caressed his hand that lay around her waist, closing her eyes and saying a silent prayer that this would all be over soon. Almost two years of no peace and constantly being on guard. She didn't realize how much she missed the quiet moments until now. "Are you dozing off?"
"Nope." He began to play with her locs, trying to quell his need to touch her center. "But tell me something." She lifted her head out of the crook of his neck to glance up at him. "How long had you been dreaming about having sex with me before I made my move?"
Not even bothering to attempt to hide her amusement at both his arrogance and audacity, she laughed loudly and carefree. "Please tell me you are not serious," she said turning back around to snuggle into his body.
He rubbed his growing erection against the plump cheeks of her ass, and a gasp escaped her throat. His voice went deeper as he grinded against her soft flesh. "I'm dead serious."
Her body began to come to life, the temporary reprieve from her previous orgasm slowly fading away. Rick teased her right nipple between his thumb and index finger, speeding up his movements behind her. It wouldn't be long now before he was back inside her but figured he would at least get the answer to his question first. "Was it back at the prison or when we were out on the road towards Terminus?" His hand left her breast and slowly moved down her abdomen towards his favorite place.
"Right there," she whispered when his finger made contact with clit.
"Right where? At the prison or on the road to Terminus?"
Michonne groaned at his attempt at joke, knowing he was driving her crazy. She writhed under his touch, her witty comebacks lost on her tongue. Speaking of tongues...
"Mmm, I think I'll have a taste."
God, she was so turned on that she couldn't keep still. As a leader, Rick was strong and ruthless . As a father, he was overprotective and vulnerable. And as a lover, he was affectionate and passionate in a way that constantly left her breathless.
"Neither," she finally answered, throwing him off for a second longer than she needed to turn on her back giving him better access to her dripping pussy. "It was at the church."
Intrigued, he slowed down his efforts just enough to not push her over the edge but still keep her wet and wanting him. She knew this look and didn't wait for him to ask her to continue. "You were holding Judith, rubbing her hair and feeding her while stealing glances at Carl. It was the happiest I think I've ever seen you. Filled with so much pride and love for your children. Agreeing to go to Washington because you knew that's what we all wanted. I knew then."
Rick was stunned. That exact moment he could picture like it was yesterday. Finding Judith alive had been the one ray of hope he had in a long time. But that wasn't all that had been on his mind as he sat on the church floor surrounded by the only people he had left. "It wasn't because of them. Maybe that's what they wanted but all I really cared about was makin' you happy. I knew how much you wanted Washington. With everythang you've given me and my kids, I wanted to at least give you Washington. Anything you—wanted," his voice broke at the end.
Michonne pulled his head down and kissed him hard, pouring in all the emotion she felt at his confession. Telling him she loved him the only way she could right now. His fingers resumed their devastating pace while she devoured his mouth. Her brewing climax surprised her.
This.
This is what it would always be like every time he touched her with his hands or his words. There was no doubt about it. She was completely drowning in Rick Grimes.
And with that realization, she came.
A/N: I meant drowning in a good way, lol. Hope you enjoyed, more to come soon.