Couldn't sleep and this pops in my head. Might as well use this sleepless night to be productive and write and post a new story.
He was staring, again. They were having a meeting with everybody just to have an update on everything, the wall, walkers, crops, food quantity, etc. Usually she could just pretend to not notice, but this time she just couldn't bring herself to ignore his blatant ogling. His gaze was sharper than what she was accustomed to, it had an intensity that held her motionless.
Even though they were in the house, they could not escape from the heat. Michonne had undone the buttons on the front of her tank top, but it did not do much to help alleviate the discomfort she was feeling. She could sense his eyes trained on her cleavage, actually she could feel his eyes dancing all over her body.
She couldn't concentrate on anything that was being said. And she was pretty sure he did not give any attention to anybody else but her. Michonne shifted her weight, slightly fidgeting as if trying to shield herself from his staring. She had noticed in the past his appreciation of her form, but she could always pretend to be oblivious to it; all the whilst putting a little more effort in her swaying as she walked away from him.
Finally, the meeting was over and everybody were dispersing to return to whatever they had scheduled for themselves. But Rick, he stood still by the counter, seemingly still lost in his scrutinising. Michonne approached him, goosebumps slowly covering her skin; a reaction to the way his eyes took her in.
"Rick." She softly called out to him. His gaze suddenly focused on hers.
"Yeah?" He asked, slightly furrowing his eyebrows.
"The meeting is over." She announced to him with a smirk.
"Oh, yeah." He responded, apparently realizing he missed everything.
"Are you alright?" She asked him.
"What? Yeah!" He answered, a slight confused smile on his lips.
"What I really mean is, is there anything you'd like to tell me?" Michonne probed.
"What, no. What makes you ask?" He questioned in return. Michonne took a breath, making her chest more protruding. His eyes were again on her breasts, Rick bit his lower lip and again Michonne pretended not to notice. And honestly, she couldn't say that she was averse to it.
"You've been staring, a lot… More than usual really." She explained. That seemed to take Rick aback, both his eyebrows shot up; his cheeks started to have a pink tinged to them. He only gave her a nervous crooked smile as he sheepishly dropped his gaze to the floor, not responding to that.
"And you should know, I've been staring too." She continued, with a cocked eyebrow and a sly smile. Rick looked at her with a surprised look on his face. "Maybe you should do something about it." She suggested, her eyes dropped to his lips before going back to hold his gaze for a beat and walking away.