A/N: Rick thinks he wants Jessie, but he doesn't. Written for my Tumblr followers as promised. I already posted this on Tumblr and forgot to share it here.
Warning: some Jessick nasty shit. My apologies beforehand.
"Why did you let him go over there to that woman?" asked Carl of Michonne as they sat in the living room and both pretended to be reading.
"I didn't let your father do anything; he's a grown ass man, Carl. He makes his own decisions," Michonne replied, though she was annoyed as well.
She had not given much thought to it, but she knew she had feelings for Rick; what those feelings entailed, she was not quite sure. Not that it mattered too much now, she reasoned, as Rick seemed to be still interested in a certain blonde woman.
"Is it a date, or what? I mean, why is he seeing her?" the teenager asked.
Michonne sighed.
"I don't know, buddy. It's just one of those things. The heart wants what it wants," she said flatly, reading the same sentence of her book for the seventh time.
"He doesn't love her. He doesn't even know her. Doesn't this bother you?" he asked, causing Michonne to finally look at him.
"Why would it bother me?" she asked, placing the book down to her lap.
Carl rolled his eyes.
"Because you're obviously into my dad," he replied.
Michonne snorted but said nothing; her face grew warm.
"Don't deny it. I see the way you look at him. He feels the same about you," said Carl.
"Well he hasn't said anything," Michonne said, picking her book back up.
"Neither have you," replied Carl.
Michonne sighed.
"Well, he's over there with Jessie now, so we should mind our business," she said, not believing her own words.
Carl shook his head in disbelief.
"Having a boring night with the widow of the dickwad he ended," Carl said. "He just feels guilty for leaving her alone without a husband or someone to protect her."
Michonne turned the page even though she had not read it.
"Maybe," she said.
"And you're over here pretending to read and pretending that my dad spending time with Jessie doesn't bother you," said the teen.
She shook her head and kept her eyes to the page.
"You two are so stubborn," said Carl. "You're made for each other."
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The kiss was messy as her tongue explored his mouth hurriedly and without finesse. Rick waited for some kind of feeling to set in; a spark or something that proved his body was responding to Jessie's touch. He felt nothing as they broke their kiss; still, he thought he might as well try since he and Michonne were still just the best of friends and nothing had shifted in their relationship. He realized that was as much his fault as it was hers. There was never time before to sort through his attraction to Michonne, but now that they had the chance to rest, everything went to shit. Now here was Rick, making out like a horny teenager with the woman whose husband he had shot in cold blood. This, he thought, was a new low for him.
"I've just felt so alone since it happened," she admitted, referring to the demise of her abusive husband. "But you're here now with me, to protect me; I feel so much better when you're around. Even before…before it happened. He was a piece of trash, but still…"
Rick felt the small pangs of guilt return as he thought about his misguided lust that had stolen a husband and father away from the Andersons.
"I never in a million years would've thought I'd be doing this," said Jessie as she reached down and undid the zip of Rick's jeans.
The warm alcohol had gone straight to her head and then slowly warmed up the area between her legs.
"You don't have to do that," he said, feeling the effects of the alcohol he had consumed.
He did find her attractive, but he was still slightly uncomfortable with fooling around with her.
"I want to thank you," she replied before slipping her hand into his trousers and gripping his dick.
Rick sighed and Jessie was taken aback to find that he was not as turned on as she was; holding Rick's limp penis in her hand she looked at him and smiled. She gave it a few strokes and he still did not grow hard.
"Jessie, please…"
"It's fine, you just need some encouragement," she offered.
Before Rick could respond, Jessie was leaning over his crotch and taking his flaccidness into her mouth. Rick's eyes threatened to pop out of his head as he lifted his hands up. Jessie slobbered around down there for a moment before Rick tapped her back and tried to move.
"Jessie, stop that. Stop," he said as he shifted. "This isn't working."
Rick stood and tucked himself back into his jeans; he felt embarrassed for her, not at the fact he could not perform.
"I should get goin'," he offered as he backed away. "I'm sorry."
Jessie wiped her mouth with her hand and gave him a smile; her face was flushed red and she looked disappointed.
"It's fine," she said. "We'll just have to try again another time."
Rick nodded half-heartedly before letting himself out of her home.
…..
"You're home early," said Michonne as Rick came through their front door. "Thought you were gonna be sneaking in at some ungodly hour."
Rick shook his head; for some reason he did not find her to be that funny at the present time.
"Ain't even like that," he said as he walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"Hey, that's your business. You don't have to explain anything to me; you don't have to tell me anything," she said before dragging herself off of the sofa and placing her book down on the coffee table.
Rick sighed.
"What if I did want to tell you stuff and things?" asked Rick, setting his empty glass down and approaching Michonne.
"Well you know you can. I'm always here for you, Rick, no matter what," she said with a small smile. "But I draw the line at hearing about if you got to third base with Jessie. I cannot do that."
They both laughed a little and then looked away; he thought there was a hint of sadness to her gaze. She thought he seemed to be holding something back.
"Nothin' happened," said Rick as he stepped slightly closer to Michonne.
He stared intensely into her eyes while fighting the strong urge to kiss her.
She nodded her head.
"Okay," was her reply before she bid Rick goodnight and made her way upstairs.
…..
Rick lay in his bedroom alone, thinking about what he was doing with his life. Things were so much simpler out on the road; sure there was danger at every turn, but you knew what you were doing. Keep moving; keep each other alive and repeat. Simple. Now it seemed Rick had some different types of decisions that needed to be made.
He cringed as he thought of not being able to get hard when Jessie touched him. It had been almost two years since a woman had touched him so he reasoned it should have happened right away. He knew he was not impotent because not so long ago when they were out on the road on their last leg before the rain and thunder came, he felt a stirring in his jeans. This sudden feeling of arousal took him by surprise when he watched as the rain poured over Michonne's skin. Her already impossibly tight clothing clung to her body in every delectable way as Rick felt his dick quiver. The rivulets that ran between her breasts caused him to lick his lips; he had to force himself to look away for fear of someone noticing the aching bulge in the front of his pants.
Rick closed his eyes and tried to remember how Michonne looked that day; soaking wet and smiling. Amidst the relief that the cool rain brought, Rick's skin felt a different kind of heat caused by the sight of Michonne. That heat had returned to him as he lay in his bed picturing his best friend.
Rick then imagined unzipping the front of Michonne's vest as the rain washed over her; he visualized touching her. Soon, he felt his cock shudder under the sheets. Rick reached his hand into his boxers and took hold of his length. For a moment, he recalled Jessie's hand there, but forced the memory from his mind for fear his growing erection would go away. Quickly, he let his mind focus back on Michonne in the rain. Rick imagined that he had now removed her top and the droplets were running over her stiff, dark nipples. He gave his dick a few hard tugs and moaned while picturing Michonne touching herself; he closed his eyes tighter and thought about how perfect her form was.
Next he imagined her full, soft lips wrapped around his glistening, red tip; Rick stopped his strokes, spat on his hand to wet it and then continued the movements. He breathed heavily and bit his bottom lip as he thought about how warm and wet Michonne's mouth would be. He visualized her on her knees, naked and wet, sucking every last drop out of his cock. Rick rubbed harder and whispered her name as he moaned deeply. He clenched his eyes tightly and let his head roll back as he came; his hot, white seed dripped on his hand and his stomach after it surged from him in a steady stream.
"Fuck," he panted, trying to catch his breath. "Michonne."
A/N: It was so gross writing that woman trying to start Rick's motor. Ewwwy hahahahaha
More to come!