He hadn't seen it when he walked in. He hadn't seen it while he was taking care of business. But now, as he washed his hands, Rick narrowed his eyes at the black, silk-like, drawstring bag sitting on the counter.
A pink, silicone object peaked out, its appearance contrasting brightly against the countertop. He stared at it as he blindly shut off the water, his fingers slowly reaching for the hand towel.
He knew exactly what it was but had no idea why it was in his home. As if expecting someone to show up and claim it, he turned around, eyeing the empty doorway. Nothing. He turned back to face the unsolicited item, laying his dried hands on his hips.
It was a vibrator. He'd seen his share on runs for batteries. They were usually left behind on dusty shelves next to where he assumed boxes of condoms and lube once stood. Being that vibrators used batteries, they were a waste of power, a luxury of a past life. Yet, somehow, one had made its way into his home.
He absentmindedly scratched at his bearded cheek. It wasn't his and it couldn't have been Daryl's or Carl's – their lack of experience would've kept them far, far away from anything sex related. It didn't take a genius or even a former, small-time sheriff's deputy to quickly figure it out: it was Michonne's. But why?
His face heated up. Of course, he knew why, but Michonne wasn't the kind to be wasteful. Hell, the only thing he'd ever seen her indulge in was toothpaste. A knowing smile crept across his face. Turned out the queen of the apocalypse had a weakness or rather a secret enjoyment of battery-powered sex toys. His smile quickly vanished at the thought of her actually enjoying said sex toy.
Images of her in her bed, naked, writhing, moaning as she gave herself pleasure sent a rush of blood down to his groin. His pants grew tighter as he closed his eyes, the images getting more and more explicit until an unintentional moan escaped his throat. His eyelids fluttered open.
Aware that he was moaning alone in a bathroom with a vibrator sitting on the counter, he cleared his throat and calmed himself, again checking around for any witnesses. After a moment of consideration, he grudgingly picked it up, deciding to throw it on Michonne's bed, in case Carl or Daryl came home to use the bathroom.
It was lighter than he thought. He bit his lip before deciding to open the bag and take it out. He turned the object around in his hands as he made his way to her bedroom.
He'd never actually held one in his hands. Lori hadn't used one – as far as he knew – and he had no business seeking one out on his own. It felt smoother than he imagined. It curved and was somewhat flexible. Trying to find where the batteries went, he twisted one of the ends. He unscrewed it until it came off. Where there should have been two batteries was nothing but empty space. He knit his brow. Screwing the cap back on, he pushed one of the buttons. Nothing. He pushed the other. Nothing.
Absorbed in figuring out why Michonne had a vibrator that didn't vibrate, he didn't hear her footsteps behind him. His stomach dropped to his feet when he finally heard her cautious voice.
"Rick?"
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