WTOWW: Dirty Question Series
Question: "What is one thing I wear that you find completely irresistible?"
"What about that clingy purple thang?" Rick inquired out loud, his nimble fingers went to work on fastening the button's on the white oxford shirt he found laid out on their bed, along with a pair of navy dress pants and wingtip oxfords shoes. He chanced a glance in the vanity mirror Michonne insisted on purchasing for the bedroom and frowned at his perpetually disheveled wet curls. He ran a hand through the unkempt mop and opted for his trusty comb to get the job done. The tool raked between the damp locks, pushing them in distinct swirled patterns to his content.
"That old thing?" Michonne's entrance was punctuated by the Givenchy perfume she'd misted on her pulse points. Her head was titled to the side, her beautiful locs encased delicately in a stylish up do, as she secured the backs of her gold hoops and joined Rick at the vanity.
"Babe, I used to wear that for ladies' night's with Andrea. Certainly not for a graduation dinner with friends. What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" The cause for uncertainty in their attire was all thanks to Maggie's celebratory dinner in the city. The young woman had just received her Master's in social work and was demanding the presence of all of her closest friends and family for a night of dinner and drinks at a swanky restaurant in Atlanta. Michonne was dutifully aware of the dress code and proceeded to rifle through Rick's closet and produce a suitable outfit for her longtime partner. Seeing her love's simple but appreciative reaction to her handy work made her question her sartorial choices for herself.
Rick shrugged at her question and turned towards her, "Nothing. You look beautiful as always."
"You just want to see me in something impossibly small."
His head dropped as he chuckled, his fingers scratching the four days' worth of stubble that grew on his chin.
"I like seeing you in everythang." Rick drawled. His eyes taking a lazy inventory of the smooth slope of her springy tits that pushed up and out from the simple but elegant off the shoulder blush tea length dress she was wearing. The material was soft and silky with a bit of flow to it, but he could still make out the round curve of that fat ass he couldn't keep his hands off of whenever she indulged his playful nature. He licked along that tempting bottom pink lips of his and shook his head in disbelief of the fact that she was all his.
"Hmm." She giggled and bent at the waist to retrieve her heels. "What is one thing I wear that you find completely irresistible?"
Michonne stood back up again to feel Rick's chest pressed against her back as his large hands gripped her small waist, pulling her closer to him.
"I went crazy when I saw you in that thong." He whispered, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear. A shiver ran through her body as she recalled the exact pair he was talking about.
A couple of weeks ago she and Carl had gone shopping for a graduation gift for Maggie and she'd coerced the young tween into picking out some new underwear and socks. Michonne had also managed to snag the last pack of overly priced and hyped Calvin Klein thongs with the thick elastic waistband. She'd purchased them on a whim as a throwback to the 90's when they first were all the rage.
Rick was definitely pleased with her choice. She could still feel the hold of his large rough hands pushing and pulling her cheeks apart as he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck, willing the blood vessels to burst underneath her skin. Leaning back to admire his feat lust spilled from his eyes while he watched her lovely usually unmarred dark skin begin to bruise with proof of his ownership. She remembered how he then pulled the skimpy triangle between her luscious globes, transfixed by the way they swallowed the fabric with their hearty jiggles.
Needless to say, that pair was ruined but she hid the other two. Their power proved too great for Rick Grimes and she promised to exploit their influence at the next opportune time.
"Panties? I'm irresistible in panties?" Not the answer she was expecting but a sensual memory to back up his claim had her feeling some type of way.
"I prefer you in nothing but if you have to wear something, that's it." Rick dotted his statement with a soft kiss underneath her ear and a quick clap to her ass. He chuckled as he released her from his hold and left their bedroom.
"Come on, sweetheart." Rick called from the hallway "I don't want to hit traffic on our way to the city."
Michonne grumbled at her partner, the consummate tease, and grabbed her clutch to follow him to the car. She paused halfway on her way out of the door and doubled back towards her closet. She reemerged with a smug smile on her face, an extra pep in her step, and one less pair of Calvin Klein panties at her disposal.