I Can't Stop Drinking About You
Rated M: Sexual Content. Language.
A/N: Quick One shot idea to shake the nerves. I hope it doesn't suck to bad.
Enjoy.
Song: I can't stop drinking about you - Bebe Rexha
~No ones gonna love you like I do.
No ones gonna care like I do.
And I can feel it in the way that you breathe.
I know you dream of her while you sleep next to me.~
Michonne groaned as she was awoke from her slumber. She had had a long day and went to bed early just so she could enjoy her day off the next day. Whoever called her this late was going to get yelled at that. There was nothing simple about that.
She eyed her end table near her bed through half blurry slits, glancing at the clock as she reached out for her phone. Three a.m. Couldn't they wait six more hours? Didn't they realize how precious sleep was?
Once her hand fell on her phone, she answered the call, rolling over in her bed as she placed her iPhone to her ear.
"Yeah?" She answered gruffly. It was either bad news or a wrong number. She hoped- even as tired as she was. That it was a wrong number.
"Chonny. Chonne. Chonne."
Her eyes opened slightly as she stared at the dark frame of the painting across from her bed. At the moment, her vision was still half blurred, but she could make the small outline of the painting. A row of colors that formed a picture of her face. And to think, the person who made it for her. You wouldn't be able to guess that he was an artist.
"Grimes. It's three a.m."She stated firmly.
"Yeah uh. Only the lonely and the creative stay up this late. Guess which one I am or am I?"
"What?" She near snapped only to notice that his southern twang was stronger. Her thighs clenched. Even after all these years. He still had that affect on her. If only he knew.
"Rick! Are you wasted?" She moved to sit up, using her free hand to rub her tired eyes. "Are you calling me to come get you?"
"Yes and no. 'm at home. Don't bother, Chonny." He snickered, telling himself to shush. Michonne shook her head as her eyes adjusted to the small light from her phone. Why did she answer the call? Why didn't she just hang up?
She was in love with him. She met him her freshman year of college and couldn't stay away from him. He was her best friend, kept her safe, told her his secrets as she did him. When he told her that he was going to be a painter. She laughed. He had been drunk at the time, so she never took anything he said seriously. But the next day he was determined to finish that one great masterpiece. She, as he said it, was good at bossing people around, keeping people in order. She got into business then moved to becoming a Real Estate Agent.
"What ya doing?" He asked her another snicker fell from his lips.
"Rick. I'm hanging up now. Isn't Jessie there? Can't she entertain you?" She grimaced as she said his girlfriend's name trying not to think of her. Jessie Anderson an ex divorcee, blonde, annoying and constantly whiny. She remember telling Rick that it wouldn't last. Jessie just didn't seem right to her, but Rick told her that she wasn't giving her a chance. Michonne tried. She really did, but no girl was good enough for her best friend.
"Left me. Said all my paintings are crappy shit. I kicked her out."
"Oh." She swung her legs over the side of the bed, giving herself a second before she stood up. A small smile crept along her lips. Jessie Anderson was gone. Michonne would never have to see her again. "I'm sorry, Rick."
"It's a'right. I know you didn't like her. It's cool. Probably didn't help the situation my last piece that sold was one of you."
"Excuse me?"
Her eyes widened. Was that what he was working on when she tried to check on him and he was shushing her away.
"Remember when we were shit faced at Shane's and you were laid across his pool table and I snapped that picture. Decided to paint it. Sold within two months. It's huge."
Wait? Picture? Pool table? She was laid naked across said pool table, well half. He had thrown a blanket over her. He had wanted her to pose for him. He had called her his muse. She was shit faced to even care as he was. The next day, she told him she liked it and it was never mentioned again. Well till now.
"You painted it?" She wanted to be clear she heard him correctly.
"I did. Want to come over and look at it?"
"Give me twenty minutes."
"Don't get dressed. Just show up naked. I'll paint that too." He snickered, hanging up the call before she could get out another word.
She tossed her phone on her bed, trying to catch herself. Rick was drunk right now. If she went over there, she wasn't sure what to expect. Even now, it was almost three thirty and her bed called for her, but Rick. He just broke up with his girlfriend of two years. He'd need someone to talk too. She nodded her head. She'd go see him, but she couldn't help but shake her head of his last words as she went to get dressed.
She would show up clothed. He told her once, her heart hurt every time she thought of it.
'I don't want to ruin what we have.'
~.~
Rick swung open the door. His shirt half buttoned, a bottle in his hand as the other held onto the door. His hair was wet, curling up as it air dried.
"Just stepped out of the shower. Nice to see you." He purred, extending his hand to show her the bottle. His eyes glancing up and down her choice of wear. Her dreads were tied up in a messy ponytail, a look of confusion spread across her face. She wore a dark blue tank top and sweats. The pink slippers he gave her for Christmas were on her feet. He smiled, pausing there before he slowly brought his gaze back up. "You look really good."
Michonne rolled her eyes, snatching the bottle from his hands, pushing past him to enter. He turned around, watching her. His eyes stayed glued to her ass as she moved. He felt himself grow hard from the sight. Sadly, in a rush to answer the door he slipped into the first thing he saw. His boxers.
"Rick, what are you doing?" She glanced around his living room. Empty paint cans were everywhere, paint brushes, empty canvas, blankets. It was a mess.
He raised his hands, shaking his head mentally to clear it as he watched her place the bottle on the table. "Stuff and thangs."
Michonne rolled her eyes once again, biting back her laughter. Rick loved it when she smiled and he always made a point to tell her so, but she stopped when he said it so he kept quiet. He didn't want to ruin this moment.
She soon quieted, turning her back to him to continue to stare about the mess. "Where's this painting you were telling me about?"
He nodded once, trying to go through his brain. Where had he moved it too? "Upstairs in the bedroom. I had to hide it from Jessie. She gets...destructive when she's angry."
"Oh," Michonne replied, glancing about to find the stairs. Once she headed for them. Rick soon followed after. His eyes landed on her ass, watching as she took each step cautiously.
"Why did you and Jessie break up? Besides her shit talking your work."
"Wanted me to marry her. I told her no. Wanted to move in with me. I told her no." When they reached the middle step, he stumbled, grabbing onto her elbow to turn her around, slamming her back into the wall, hovering over her as he pressed his body close. His chin rested on her shoulder, his voice dropped to a whisper. His free hand moves to cup her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing underneath her eye. His other hand moved from her elbow to her waist, pinning her between the wall and him. "Asked if I could let you go. I told her no."
"Let me go?" Michonne asked unclear to what he meant. Her breath fell, she inhaled deeply trying to catch it all back. Her breast rubbing against his chest. His hand caressing her cheek. She had to swallow back the forming hard lump in her throat.
"She said I'm in love with you."
Michonne gasped, lifting her hand to cover her mouth, but Rick grabbed for her hand, pinning that too against the wall.
"Said I was using her because I couldn't have you. I scoffed. She doesn't know what shes talking about."
She fought her next words from coming out of her mouth. Was he trying to justify something by calling her over? Was the painting a lie to get her there? Didn't he know she'd do anything for him? No questions asked. Although she knew, he'd do the same. That's just how they worked. Yet, while he dated Jessie. She tried her best to keep her distance, distract herself with selling houses, find someone to pass the time, but it didn't compare.
"What do you mean?"
"Go up the stairs." He dropped his hands from her, backing away, shaking his head. His eyes hooded with...could she say a lusty gaze? "Open my door and see for yourself."
Michonne nodded firmly, sliding to the side slowly. She's wasn't what state he was in. Was he shit faced or just drunk? Or was he trying to sober up to talk to her? There was a battle going on in front of her and she wasn't sure what to say to bring him back down. Bring him back there with her.
She bit back her yawn, turning around to continue up the stairs. His flat was simple. Fuck, she picked it out for him. As soon as you headed up the stairs, there was a long hallway and then his bedroom. When she reached the top step, she couldn't control her mouth. She just had to say something.
"Rick, come on. We can look at it together."
She eyed him as he stood in the same spot that she had left him. Maybe it was a bad idea to come over this late or early. Depending on how she looked at it.
"Go." He told her and she followed his order, leaving him there as she gulped, walking down the long hallway to reach his bedroom door. She placed her hand on the knob. Sweat began at her brow. She shouldn't look. She should turn around, make him get some sleep and once he was safe and sound in his bed. She'd leave.
However against her thoughts, she turned the knob, pushing the door open. Candles were lit, hanging about his dresser. His nightstand. It gave the room a slight glow in contrast with his dark bed. His sheets and pillows thrown about as if he had had a fight.
"Rick?" She called out, glancing behind her to see if he was coming, but she bumped into his chest as he entered behind her, reaching out to the side to close the door. He grabbed for her hand, lacing their fingers together, pulling her attention towards the front wall.
And there it was. It wasn't a huge as he made it out to be. It was long, slightly wide as the painting was split into five medium sized blocks. Each block held a piece of her body part. The first was her head tilted backward, her brown dark eyes that stared back at her. Her full parted lips and nose. Her hair was long, laid out behind her head in crazy waves. The second block was her breast, covered by her hands as she was slightly arched. The third was her flat stomach and narrow hips, a dark red sheet covered the rest of her body hiding what she had between her legs. The fourth was one leg lifted, the other laid out straight which led into the fifth block, her foot hanging of the side of the pool table. Half the pool stick on the side of her.
"You sold this?" She never doubted his painting skills. He had talent, he felt things deeply and if you couldn't see his art and not see what he felt in that moment. You were wrong, that was just how she saw it.
"Yup. I bought it." He said matter of fact.
What?
She turned to the side, her hand on her hip. Seeing herself like that. In that image, when he described it to her. She didn't think it would be or look like that.
"Rick." She said his name, unclear of what he was talking about. Her throat felt dry, scratchy. Her thighs clenched. Her core throbbed. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Doing what? I painted it. Don't you like?"
She did. She loved it. "What did you say to me before you hooked up with Jessie?"
He raised his hands, moving around her to head for his bed, throwing himself on the edge to sit, stretching his legs. "Don't."
"Don't don't me. You said, you didn't want to ruin what we have." She raised her arm, pointing at the painting that would forever haunt her memory as she stared at him. Her eyes locked on him. "Jessie saw this didn't she? She saw and that's when she started asking questions. Why? You ruined a perfectly good..."
Rick scoffed, silencing her. His blue eyes darkened as he cleared his throat. "It wasn't a good relationship. She complained. Couldn't stop boasting about the life she had before she met me. I've been working on this for months, just to get away from her. I realized it started when I painted your eyes. I ruined twenty canvases trying to get them right."
She stared at him confused now. Her expression softening. "What started?"
"I have feelings for you. Usually I just paint..."He hiccuped. The alcohol clearly taking its affect on him. "...and if I fucked up. I kept with it. I worked around it. But I knew you'd be going to one of my art events soon and I wanted it perfect. Your eyes always give away your emotions and I wasn't sure what story to tell so I stuck with something I was familiar, that made me feel safe. You were happy that night. It started with your smile and I saw it in your eyes so I painted it like that. You were free, relaxed and sexy and I lost myself in it."
She sighed, her heart thumping as she moved from her spot to move beside him, resting her hand on his thigh. "Rick." She said his name. Still not sure what to do in that moment.
He turned his head to her, cocking it to the side. "I love you, Chonny. I was wrong."
He grabbed for her hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. She mentally swoon. How long had she been waiting for this moment? How long had she dreamed of this moment for him to say these words to her?
"Did I say it to late, Chonny? Have you moved on from me?" He asked softly, stretching out her arm to make his way up her hand to her wrist, turning it over to kiss her there.
"No." She replied, watching him. Honest "I tried. I dated Tyreese."
"That guy you brought to my opening in New York?"
She nodded her head. She regretted that choice. When she brought Tyreese along she didn't expect for one of his paintings to be about her. Tyreese swore up and down that had meant her supposed best friend was in love with her, but she hushed his concerns. It was not true. She already told him Rick was dating someone else, but Tyreese. That painting, the exact one that was hanging in her room. He told her it wouldn't work out. Jessie had saw the painting too, stormed out. Michonne rushed to Rick's side without a second thought. She told him later that night when they were heading home. She was comforting her friend, but Tyreese wasn't having it. He told her she was a nice person, but it wouldn't work out between them. It couldn't.
Michonne unclear at the time didn't date after that. She just worked. Especially since the only reason why she dated Tyreese was to get over Rick. Obviously that didn't work.
"Hmph. Didn't seem like your type." He was at her shoulder now, his other hand rested on her hip, his nails digging into her tank top to hold her. "Stay with me." His lips moved from her shoulder to her throat licking her there. He opened his mouth sucking on her there.
Her breath fell. Her core clenched with a sudden promise of being filled. Her hands grabbed for his shoulders, trying to pull him off. This was wrong. She was half sleep and this was a dream or he was drunk and wasn't thinking clearly.
"Rick," she warned.
"Chonny. Shhh." She leaned her head back. She needed to get away from him and fast. Another kiss, another...
His lips met hers, parting them with his tongue. She moaned as his tongue wiggled against hers, teasing. She shook her head mentally, pulling herself to the present. She needed to focus, needed to...
"Fuck I'm so hard for you Chonny."
That nickname he gave her. Why did it sound like sex as it fell from his lips? It was a sin for him to have this affect on her.
"Liar." She mumbled as their lips continued to meet. Their heads tilted trying to dominate the kiss.
"Reach out. Touch it." He broke the kiss, his lips were on the other side of her neck, sucking her there, pushing himself on top of her. She followed, laying out on her back. Her legs spread to welcome him. He slid between her legs, grinding his erection against her. The sweats she wore, it was almost like she was naked. She felt every inch of him and maybe it was because he wore boxers. He was so close and yet not close enough.
His growing beard was scratching at her skin as he kissed his way down, grabbing onto her tank top with his teeth. "I imagined myself on top of you. Touching you." He moved his hand downward, sliding it underneath her butt to grab her flesh. She hissed, throwing her head back, letting out a small moan. She lifted up her hips, to tease herself just a bit more. This wasn't real. Couldn't be.
"Chonne." His voice was harder now, rough. "I'm going to taste you now."
Demanding much. Though she didn't argue. She let him. Let him pin her body down, let him grab for her sweats to slide them off her long toned legs. Her slippers followed suit. All she had on was her white lace thong. For the record, she didn't care when she got dressed earlier. She didn't think she'd be underneath Rick when she decided to slip them on. All she knew, she had to get dressed. She slept in the nude.
He rose up her tank top to show off her stomach, eye level with her belly button, thrusting his tongue inside. She giggled, closing her eyes at the new sensations. "Rick." She half moaned...half laughed. She never thought as a lover he would be...what could she call it?
"Fuck, I always imagined you...like this underneath me." He stated, dipping his head, his other hand now under her butt, squeezing her glorious cheeks. His nose rubbing against the meet between her now parted thighs. "Imagined tasting you on my tongue. You smell heavenly." He continued on, glancing up to look at her. "Look at me, watch me does this."
Michonne opened her eyes, eyeing him through half slits, resting up on her elbows to stare down at Rick Grimes, her best friend since college. She could still stop this. He'd...
A silent gasp left her lips when he reached out with his thumb to pull her thong to the side and knelt down, flicking the tip of his tongue along her hood. She shuddered in response. She leaned on one elbow now, using the other to grab for his wild hair with her hand, tugging on it. She fought the urge to push him. He told her what he was going to do and she was going to let him.
He moved his hand around her ass, placing it on the back of her thigh to push it against her chest, giving himself further access to her secrets. She tossed her head to the side letting out another cry of pleasure as he flattened his tongue to rub it against her. She'd fall apart in his arms if he didn't stop. Her grip tightened. This was torture.
His tongue flicked all over her skin, latching onto her folds to tug, suck. Her legs twitch and then he did the exact same to the other, pushing her back down with her legs pressed against her chest as he went straight to the source of business.
"Oh...fuck." He hissed, tilting his head to the side, closing his eyes as the pads of her fingers begin to massage his head. His tongue now going up and down on her sex. She was dripping with arousal, with want, and need. He swallowed it down as he drunk. His hips thrusting into the side of the mattress. Soon. He could wait to be inside of her, but...he was impatient and he could all dream of how good she felt if she tasted this good.
"Rick..." She let out a soft stop as his index finger lightly touched her hole, collecting her wetness only to push it back inside, curling his now thrusting finger as he attacked her womanly sex with no thought but hunger.
She was so close. She could feel the familiar feeling in her toes. Her hips grinding against his face, his fingers. Curses flew from her mouth. She was so close. On the edge and...
He pulled back, popping his finger free to bring it to lips, licking himself clean. He balanced himself on the bed, standing on his knees, releasing his hold from her thighs. "Turn over."
"Rick?" She asked him, confused once more on his actions. He was filled with surprises tonight.
"Turn. Over."
She would have went against it. She wanted their official first time to be face to face, but that look in his eyes. He was in control tonight. She was under his rule.
She nodded her head, rolling over, balancing herself on all fours. Her thong on one side of her butt cheek leaving her completely exposed.
"I hope this isn't your favorite pair." He said, grabbing her hips, tangling his fingers in the thong to rip the simple piece, leaving her bare below. "Lay on your stomach." He tossed her shredded bottom to the side, grabbing for his boxers, pushing them down his legs. His cock sprung forth, the cool air caressed him.
"Wait, Rick. A condom."
He leaned over her, his hands became fist as he moved his arms on either side of her body, climbing up her legs till his dick hit her ass cheeks. "Aren't you still on birth control?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" She replied breathlessly.
"Are you or are you not?" The alcohol he had still was claiming him, but the more he stared at Michonne's bare ass, fuck it was perfect, he could quickly feel himself sobering up only to be consumed by lust. Lust for her.
"I am."
"Good. Shut. Up." He patted her ass, leaning further down, positioning himself at her entrance, using his thigh to part her legs so he could easily slide between them. He inhaled deeply, lowering himself still, his half clothed chest pressed against her clothed back. His lower half pressed so closely against hers. He planted a kiss on her shoulder, grabbing onto the tank top strap with his teeth to snap it on her skin. She gasped, rolling her hips. He groaned, her wetness was on his tip. "I love you, Michonne. That's the truth."
He didn't expect her to say anything back as he thrusted his hips forward, entering her in one movement. He tensed as did she. She was wet, more wet than he could ever imagine and hot. He's never been inside of something so hot. His bottom lip shakes as he tries to gain control, throwing his weight to his left arm as he grabbed for her hip, his hand coming around to cover her mouth as he continued to push, burying himself to the hilt. He rolled them over onto their side, lifting his leg, sliding her leg to throw it back over his.
His hand slid from her mouth to her throat, holding her there as he begin to move. His balls smacking against her thighs.
"Fuck." She purred, reaching around to touch his hip, digging her nails into his skin, throwing her ass back at him as he fucked her.
"Michonne."
It was continuous, their movements. He pushed forward, she pushed back.
"I love you." She shouted in pleasure as his hand unwrapped from her throat to grab at the back of her hair, bending her head back so he could kiss her. His pace quicken. Their bodies hitting each other harder. He thrusted his tongue into her mouth, gliding his hand down her body to rub at her clit rotating it in the opposite direction of his hips.
Her eyes shot open. Her breath caught. She had to pull her head away to break the kiss. Her nails dug deep into his shirt. He hadn't been inside her very long and she was...
Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't done this in so long or it was Rick. She always wanted him between her thighs, on top of her, underneath her, on the side of her. Any other position she could think of, she wanted with him.
His paced slowed. He tapped her clit now. His lips by her ear. "Don't you want to ride me, Michonne?" He rolled her name around in his mouth.
She couldn't reply. Her tongue was stuck in her throat. She nodded.
~.~
Rick hissed when he pulled his hips back, exiting her heat. The coldness greeted him as he unwrapped his hands from her hair, her thigh to lay stretched out his back, trying to catch his breath.
He felt hot and sticky. He hadn't taken off his shirt so it clung to his body making him even more hot. He moved to sit up, taking it off his shoulder but he heard a rough "No". He stilled, eyeing her through a hooded gaze. She was balanced on her knees, pulling her tank top off her body, throwing it behind her. She then slid her hands down her body, grabbing at every piece of flesh that she could. His breath caught in his throat as she pushed her thong off her hips to throw that behind her too. She was naked and bare before him. His dick throbbed.
"Come on. Don't tell me you forgot?" He wiggled his brows, throwing his head onto the bed, stretching his arms out beside him.
She scoffed, climbing on top of him, crouching. Both her hands were wrapped around his length, holding him steady. The touch caused a deep shiver to pass through his body. Honest to God, he'd never thought he'd be under Michonne, not like this at least. He took her in. Her hair had fallen out of it's hold and was free. Her breasts, fuck he wanted them in his mouth. Why hadn't he before? His tongue ran along his lips as if to remind him. He had tasted her. Fuck, yes he did.
"Rick, you're getting way ahead of yourself here." He cocked his head to the side, watching her. What exactly did she mean?
"If you don't..." He near choked on his tongue as she slowly, so slowly lowered herself onto him. Her hands moved to her hips as she took him in. He threw his head back, closing his eyes shut.
He thought taking her from the side was exquisite. Holy fuck hell he was wrong.
"Fuck Rick. Look at me." He opened one eye to do as she asked. She was smirking as she rocked her hips.
His hands slapped to her sides, his thumb rubbing over her nipples. He moved to sit up to take them into his mouth, but she pushed him back down.
"Let Chonny take care of you."
"It's only cute when I say that." He stammered, scratching at her side, covering her hand with his own as she rolled her hips.
"Cute?" She rolled her eyes, leaning down. Her mouth an inch from his. "Look Rick, no hands."
He opened his mouth to ask what did she mean. Of course she couldn't use her hands. He had them covered, but he felt it. A slow rise of her walls fluttering around him. He twitched underneath her. His bottom jaw fell. She kept doing it. Squeezing him so tightly he'd felt he'd burst.
"Shit. Stop. Doing. That." He snapped. He hated her right this moment. Was she trying to kill him?
"Does Rick want me to stop?" She planted a soft kiss to his lips, popping her hips back. A surge of pleasure shot straight through his body, making his toes curl.
Yup, he was right. She was going to kill him.
Her hips moved with a force, rocking, circling. Her hands wiggled from underneath his to slap to his chest, ripping his shirt open to dig her nails into his skin. He groaned, leaning up to catch her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Two could play at this game.
He cupped her cheeks, loving how good they felt in his hands. He wouldn't mind grabbing this every day and he wondered as she rocked onto him. Could he? What did this change between them? Were they in a relationship now? He loved her. She loved him. He got out of a relationship to jump into another one, but this one felt right. With Jessie, he couldn't do this to her. He couldn't fuck her, not like this. Not this raw. He couldn't talk to her during sex. She wanted it quiet. All he could ever do was grunt. Maybe that's why he only slept with her three times. Just to get the edge off, but painting now, it helped more than a casual dip in the Jessie pool ever did.
She pulled completely off of him before slamming back down. He shot up, letting out a whisper of her name before he moved back down.
Stay out of his own head as the love of his life rode his dick. Check.
"Here with me still? Am I boring you?"
He shook his head no, swallowing hard before he replied. "I'll show you just how much. Hang on."
She tilted her head to the side, leaning up. Her fingers still scratching at his skin. His legs now spread as he lifted them, bending them at the knee. He couldn't help the grin that spread as he squeezed her ass cheeks, lifting her slightly up.
"Rick..."
He pushed his bottom lip out in a mocking pout as he thrusted his hips up, burying himself to the hilt. Her eyes widen in shock. Her body tensed as he pulled back, giving herself a second to catch herself before he moved again. A slow moan left her lips as she eyed him. Her fingers clenched as he moved his hips harder each second.
"What's" thrust. "wrong" thrust. "Chonny?" He could feel the familiar tension start off at the end of him. He was so close and he knew, going any harder like this. He's burst.
"Fuck you, Rick." She moaned out low, falling forward, resting her front on him as he continued to move. Her lips met his shoulder, kissing him there he held his lower half in the air, rocking her on him.
"I'm working on it...doll."
~.~
Michonne hated him in that moment. God, she was so close. And she had a feeling he was too. His breath was ragged. His movements rushed, unstable.
"Baby?" Could she call him that? Were they dating now? "Slow down."
He did, rocking his hips to a complete stop.
She maneuvered her arms behind his head, wrapping her body around his tightly as she rolled to the side, bringing him with her. He followed, still nestled between her legs. His cock throbbed, twitching inside of her. She arched her back, rubbing her erect nipples against his chest. "Michonne all else aside. I love you."
She nodded her head, locking her arms around his neck and her legs on his waist, securing him. "I know." She let out a slow breath. "I love you, Richard."
He groaned, adjusting himself, pulling up one leg, grabbing for hers to hike it up higher. His hand wrapped around her ankle. He leaned his head down, kissing her softly, parting his lips with hers. She could still taste herself on his lips and she felt her walls clench him. He stopped the kiss, lifting himself up slightly.
"That's cheating, Michonne. I'm behaving." Though he did thrust his hips, starting up their slow act again.
"You taste like me. I was showing my appreciation."
"Really?" He brought his head down, his mouth found her ear, flicking his tongue against her ear lobe. "I can't wait till I taste myself on your tongue."
She moaned, rocking her hips with him as she began to move faster. The bed shook as he found her lips again, thrusting inside her mouth as he did with her. Her nails scratched at his back, his sides. She couldn't get enough. When she felt her orgasm at the edge again, she didn't fight it. She welcomed it.
"I'm gonna cum." She stated, breaking the kiss to kiss at his shoulder again, nibbling on him.
"Fuck, me too."
He grabbed for her other leg, holding it out, angling himself to go deeper. Michonne lost it. Her walls grabbed him as she came. He followed right after her, screaming out his release and her name with a shout.
His body throbbed inside of her and she welcomed the feeling.
He dropped on top of her, but she welcomed his weight. He was warm and she was satisfied.
It was moments later that she spoke. "You're mine, you know that?" Finally she could say it and mean it. It wasn't some joke.
"As you are mine. I couldn't stop drinking about you."
"Rick...don't." She laughed softly.
He wiggled his hips, his length growing inside of her as he began to sing.
"Darlin' tell me what more can I do? Don't you know that I was meant for you? You say I feel like heaven on earth."
Michonne hissed as he rocked his hips into her, beginning their sweet dance again.
"No ones gonna love you like I do." He groaned, rolling his hips, letting her legs go to move his arms under her head, holding her up to stare in her eyes.
"Can't you feel it in the way I move? I know you'll dream of me while you're right next to me."
They both let out a groan. The pace of their bodies were slow as he stared at her. She gulped as she stared at him. Lost in those blue eyes of his.
He dipped his head, catching her lips. His pace picked up speed as he rocked into her. She moved with him, snaking her hands up his back to grab at his hair, deepening the kiss.
Off in the distance, she heard her alarm go off. It was seven. She let it play as they moved together. She was his and he was hers.
Thank God today was her day off. She wouldn't have the heart to leave this bed.
"Stay with me, Michonne." He whispered against her lips as he rotated his hips. It was driving her crazy.
She mumbled a soft yes. She'd stay as long as he had her.
Right now. Tomorrow. Two months from now. Forever.
Always and forever.
~Le Fin~
A/N: I hoped you enjoy this pretty long smutty one shot.
Have a great weekend.