Starting us off is CarribeanQueen. She always finds a way to draw her readers into her stories and makes it hard to turn away. Her version of Rick and Michonne gets you rooting for them from the beginning and that excitement only builds as you read further to the end where it culminates into a wonderful happy ending.
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Year 1 - The Beginning
"Andrea, you can't be friggin serious. You can't be sick. We have that conference in Alexandria in two days. If you're sick it means I will have to make both presentations. Plus, what about our weekend?" Michonne asked, somewhat disappointed that the conference they both worked so hard to convince their boss, Negan, to send them to was essentially a bust.
"Damn, Michonne. I'm so sorry that me getting sick is such an inconvenience to you," Andrea croaked out in between bouts of hacking, sounding as though she had lost a lung in the process, or she had been smoking for years.
Michonne immediately felt guilty after hearing her best friend's hacking cough on the other end of the line. "Sorry, Drea. I'll ask Jadis to cancel your reservations and amend mine to return earlier. Send me a copy of your presentation and take care of yourself."
"Mich, you still have to wear that dress to the mixer… you're gonna slay in it. Send me a pic on Snap Chat."
"Drea, that wasn't the plan. We were supposed to wear them together. We'll do it when you're feeling better. I have a little black number that I can wear. Plus, the only thing I need to slay is your presentation."
"You can wear it again when you get home. Your little black number needs a break, Mich."
"Girl, you know you don't sound so sick after all. The conference won't be fun without you and Aaron, and Sasha is still a maybe at best. I'll take them both just in case. Sweetie, we'll catch up when I get back."
Michonne immediately hung up the phone and went to Andrea's office to gather all the paraphernalia she would require for Andrea's presentation on the Best Practices in Law Enforcement Investigations. "Jadis, can you please pack up the literature on Andrea's conference table for me? Also, you'll need to swap out Andrea's bio sheets and insert mine into the packages. Please make sure you cancel the extra days we had booked at the end of the conference. Thanks."
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The next day …
Shortly after lunch on Tuesday afternoon, Michonne left the office en route to the airport. She boarded flight 4029 at two-thirty, seated in row 6-A. During the flight, Michonne used her laptop to review Andrea's presentation. The flight arrived on schedule at Reagan National in Arlington two hours later. She quickly gathered her luggage and hailed a taxi to transport her to the Sheraton Suites hotel in Alexandria.
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Friday afternoon, Rick and Shane had just returned to the Sheriff's office shortly after lunch. Rick found a post-it on his computer monitor with a cryptic message that said, "See me." He recognized the chicken scratch which passes for acceptable penmanship. It belonged to the Sheriff. He wondered why the summons; nothing unusual happened recently. As a matter of fact, rarely anything ever happened in King County. It was too early for bar fights and picking up the drunk tank denizens.
Shane, who watched his partner attentively spoke, "What the hell, man?
Rick shrugged in response, got up from his chair and walked down the hallway towards the Sheriff's office. Arriving outside the door, he paused and then knocked. "Come in." Hershel's jovial voice answered.
Rick opened the door and entered the room. He remained standing. "You wanted to see me, Sheriff?" He asked. Hershel's hand gestured to indicate that he should take a seat, which he did.
"Rick, my boy, how would you like to represent the Sheriff's Department by filling in for me at the annual Criminal Justice & Law Enforcement Conference up in Alexandria? I can't go because the Missus ain't feeling well, and the County has already paid the costs. It's too late to cancel." Hershel asked the favour and explained his situation, as he watched the young man before him breathe a sigh of relief and scratch his head.
"Dunno, Sheriff. I mean, are you sure I'm the right choice to do this? I'm not the most senior here."
"Son, look around you. When I retire, who do you think will succeed me? It sure ain't Walsh. The County will be overrun with crime because no policing will be done. The husbands will all be trying to kill him for sleeping with their women. It ain't Rhee, who's a fine officer, but he's too timid. The position of Sheriff needs somebody to command. Dixon, well, he's barely civilized, but he deals with the roughnecks real well. Are you seriously, gonna make me talk about Ford? The man's brute strength is the only reason no one has ever reported him and he's got no sense of political correctness whatsoever. The County would go bankrupt from the lawsuits alone. Of the whole lotta you, son, you're the only logical choice."
Rick shifted uncomfortably in his seat after the Sheriff listed all of his co-workers shortcomings. He scratched his head and said, "Well, Sheriff, it doesn't seem like I have a whole lot of options so, yes, I'll go to Alexandria."
"The airline ticket is now in your name. We called the hotel. They said it was not a problem. Just use my name at check-in."
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On Tuesday afternoon, Rick Grimes, the Sheriff's Deputy, was on flight 4029 heading to Alexandria for a Law Enforcement conference. He was dressed for comfort wearing an Atlanta Falcons cap, a brown tee shirt, black jeans, a brown leather jacket, sunglasses and sporting a five o'clock shadow. He was seated in row 20-A. Upon arriving in Arlington, Rick collected his carry-on and deplaned. He walked through the terminal and exited the airport to wait for a taxi.
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Both Michonne and Rick took separate cars and arrived at the Sheraton Suites in Alexandria within moments of each other. The bellhop eagerly jumped at the chance to open the taxi door for the exotic beauty inside. Turning herself in preparation to exit the cab, Michonne extended her right leg to the pavement, then collected her laptop satchel and oversized handbag, as she exited the taxi. Her eyes were hidden by the dark shades she was wearing. The bellhop walked proudly beside her, chest out, and pushing the luggage cart with her carry-on. Michonne seemed completely unaware of her effect on the poor youth. Her appearance turned heads as she walked gracefully by with her head held high, the short distance to the entrance where the doorman bowed his head and held the door open for her.
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Rick was half out of the taxi behind hers when he saw the young bellhop's display and he shook his head, but not before he saw the long, toned, ebony leg in the black pump touching the pavement several meters away. The rest of her body followed suit, and she was indeed gorgeous. He remembered that as a teen, a pretty girl could cause him to suffer from the same affliction the bellboy displayed.
He found himself staring at the exotic beauty but he couldn't help it. She was dressed in business attire, so she wasn't a typical tourist in town for the Cherry Blossom Festival. He secretly hoped their paths would cross again. She wore her hair in dreads which hid the rest of her face. He caught her profile, but her red lips caught his attention as she turned to close the door of the taxi. They were gorgeous, full and luscious looking. He unconsciously licked his bottom lip, imagining just how soft they were. He imagined just what they could make him do. As she walked away he got another pleasant surprise, his eyes roamed over her body only to settle on another fine asset of hers, her very nice ass. He tilted his head and appreciated the view, mesmerized by its movements as though they were beckoning him to follow her. Unconsciously, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched her disappear.
Rick shook his head dispelling the images that were beginning to form there. He grabbed his luggage and walked towards the front entrance into the extremely busy lobby where he lost sight of her.
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Michonne advanced on the counter, after waiting a good ten minutes in the lineup. She pushed her sunglasses to rest on the top of her head as she approached the counter. The front desk clerk, Noah, greeted her with a warm smile."Good afternoon, ma'am. How may I be of service?"
"Hi, Noah. I believe you have a reservation for Michonne Fraser," she said, producing her licence and credit card.
"Ah, yes, Ms. Fraser, I have you staying in a two-bedroom meeting suite. Is that correct? Could it have been an error on our part?"
Michonne took in his slight agitation and tried her best to reassure him. "No, Noah it's fine. I was initially travelling with my colleague who came down sick at the last minute since the hotel was completely booked, we couldn't change the reservation. Don't worry."
"I'm so glad Ms. Fraser. I wouldn't want your stay with us to be unpleasant due to unexpected charges." He quickly checked her in and remit her id, credit card and key cards for room twenty-four sixty-nine. "Please enjoy your stay with us."
"Thank you, Noah," Michonne said collecting her id, credit card and room keys. She returned her shades to her face and walked off in search of the elevator.
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Rick approached the nervous blonde at the front desk. Her name was Jessie, according to her name tag. "Hi, Jessie. I believe you have a reservation for Hershel Greene, my boss. Well, he couldn't make it so I'll be taking his place." Rick said in his southern drawl, placing his badge and credit card on the counter.
The young blonde was so flustered by his good looks and southern charm that she even forgot to address the guest in the customary fashion. She was lost looking into his dreamy blue eyes that she stuttered and blushed as she retrieved his id and credit card from the counter. She pulled up the name Harrison and registered Rick Grimes in room twenty-four sixty-nine. Jessie then returned his id and credit card to him with a big smile. "Please enjoy your stay with us, Officer Grimes, and should you need anything… anything at all, please don't hesitate to call. I'm on duty until midnight." At that point, she removed her fingers after they grazed his, causing her complexion to colour.
Being a polite Southerner, he bowed slightly, "Thank you, ma'am," he said, collecting his belongings and his room key, then walked off.
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Rick caught a glimpse of the mysterious beauty, as Michonne disappeared into the elevator. He didn't want to lose sight of her again so he yelled, "Can you hold it, please?"
Michonne complied to the request and returned to checking her messages on her phone. He entered the elevator. "Thank you, ma'am," he said in a pronounced drawl. He was stunned by her indifference towards him, but not deterred. She was going to be a challenge and he welcomed it. She definitely piqued his interest, unlike the blonde at the front desk who practically dropped her underwear at hello.
He then noticed that they were both going to the same floor and considered it a plus. After a few seconds in the elevator, he caught her scent. It was spicy, which seemed fitting. He tried like hell not to stare, being in such close proximity to her, but found it difficult. She was a little shorter than him naturally, but her heels made them the same height. Her petite build made her seem delicate, but he was certain she wasn't a pushover. Yeah, indeed, he was gonna have to work it for this one. God knows, he might even have to call Shane. It wouldn't be his first choice to do such a thing, but he'd be damned if he'd let her just walk away. She already demonstrated she was impervious to his best weapon. Yeah, she definitely was gonna make him work for it.
After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator stopped. He allowed her to exit first because that's what a gentleman would do. As much as he hated parting from her, he loved to see her go because it gave him the opportunity to check out his second favourite part of her. He was still determined to see her with her hair pulled back, and without those shades that obscured what he could only imagine to be an incredibly beautiful face. He checked his room number, and verified the pointers, realizing their rooms were in the same direction. Another plus, as far as he was concerned. He quickened his steps to follow her.
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Michonne stepped out of the elevator and quickly verified the direction of her assigned room, turning right. She walked down the hall, and was about to swipe her card, when someone stopped beside her. She looked up to find the attractive man from the elevator. She wondered just what the hell he was up to. She was not in the mood for games. She looked at him to say as much, her eyes piercing him, but then she realized she was still wearing her shades. She pushed them atop her head. "Can I help you?" she asked, in a not so friendly manner.
"Oh, pardon me, ma'am. I'm Rick Grimes. I just checked in and it appears we may have been assigned the same room," he said, a bit flustered by her steely gaze. Her chocolate brown eyes held no warmth. It was as he imagined, she was incredibly beautiful, but she was no pushover.
"That's not possible, this room was booked for both me and my colleague who fell ill at the last minute. I just confirmed that with Noah downstairs. It was too late to switch rooms because they were fully booked."
"Do you mind if we go back to the front desk to straighten this out?"
"Sure," she said as she checked her watch and send a quick text to Aaron that she'd be running late.
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Michonne and Rick both returned to the front desk. Unfortunately, Noah was no longer on duty and they had to deal with Jessie. "Oh, hi, Officer Grimes. What can I do for you?" she asked with a smile on her face, completely disregarding the fact that Michonne approached the counter with him and was standing right next to him.
"Jessie, we have a problem… you see, Ms. …" He looked to Michonne for help.
"Fraser."
"Yeah, as I was saying, it would seem that there's a mix up because both Ms. Fraser and I were assigned the same room. Can you please check for Hershel Greene's reservation?"
After several keystrokes, Jessie announced, "Sorry, Officer Grimes we have no reservation under Greene. You're sure you didn't say Harrison earlier?"
"No, Jessie. I didn't say Harrison. Would you happen to have any last minute cancellations?"
Jessie was embarrassed that her screw up definitely blew whatever chance she had with him. She prayed they had something to offer him, maybe even an upgrade. However, after several more keystrokes, there was nothing. "I'm so sorry, Officer Grimes. There's nothing available and we're at capacity."
Michonne watched the interaction between the two and if it hadn't impacted her it would have been comical. Blondie was totally infatuated with the handsome Officer Grimes, and he was politely incensed with the poor girl. She watched the slight tinge of red in his complexion and him biting that pouty bottom pink lip of his. It was hot. He was completely unaware of what he was doing to her.
At the moment though, from what she could see beneath the brim of his cap, his blue eyes were cold. She could only imagine what they'd look like under different circumstances. He had a strong jawline and a beautiful profile. She wondered what his hair was like under that cap. It was definitely short and being an officer, it made perfect sense.
She had to shake the fantasy from her head after Jessie told him that they had no room, and that she had booked him under Andrea's name. She wondered how that was even possible.
"Officer Grimes, from what I can tell, you were booked under my colleague's reservation. I take it you're here for the same conference I am and, since you're an officer of the law, I don't imagine it would hurt allowing you to use Andrea's room."
"Jessie, since I've essentially paid for the room, would you mind cancelling Mr. Grimes reservation from your system, so the room is not billed to two different people? Thanks."
Jessie finally acknowledged Michonne's presence. "I can do that Ms. Fraser and, as a show of goodwill, we'll be sending you a basket of goodies for your inconvenience. Again, my sincere apologies to both of you," she said, as she hung her head in shame.
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The two rode the elevator in silence. Arriving outside the room, Michonne swiped her card, and opened the door, pulling her carry-on behind her. Rick followed at a close pace behind.
Inside, there were two bedrooms one on the left, and the other on the right.
The suite was spacious and warm. The common area walls were eggshell. The drapery throughout was navy blue to match the walls of the bedrooms. The doors to the bedroom suites were open, revealing the king size beds draped in crisp white linen, a stark contrast to the dark walls around. On either side of each bed was a nightstand in dark wood to match the bed, a lamp sat on the right side, a telephone and an alarm clock on the other.
In typical fashion, the walls in both the bedrooms and the living area were adorned with paintings of the historic city and a few of which featured the Cherry Blossoms in all their glory.
The living area was situated outside the bedroom on the right. It had two comfortable red armchairs on one side of a mahogany coffee table and a red sofa with striped toss cushions on the opposite side. The window provided a magnificent view of the beautiful historic city. The conference table and chairs were situated just outside the left bedroom. The window overlooked the interior courtyard where the mixer was being held later that evening.
After surveying their surroundings, Michonne announced, "Look, I don't really know you, but I figure since we're both officers of the court we can co-exist here for two nights and three days. However, I do have some work to do before the mixer, hence the meeting suite. I hope you don't mind hanging in your room for a bit. I should be about two hours. Oh, by the way, I get the room with a view."
"Rick Grimes, Sheriff's Deputy at your service ma'am," he said taking off his cap and extending his hand to her.
Michonne found it charming, she extended her hand to his. There was a tiny shock as their flesh connected and they shook hands, but neither seemed concerned. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Grimes. I'm Michonne Fraser; I'm one of tomorrow's presenters."
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Fraser, and I really appreciate what you're doing for me. Thank you. By the way, it's just Rick. Mr. Grimes is my dad."
"Very well Rick, and I'm Michonne." She smiled and proceeded on her way to settle into her room.
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Shane: So how's Alexandria? Have you met any movers and shakers yet? That link you sent, you sure picked a looker man but she might be out of your league, brother.
Rick: WTF? She's already got a guy… and they're already going at it in her room. We barely got here. She tells me she has work to do and asks if I'd hang in my room. So, I go down to the pool to get in a few laps and I come back upstairs and she's fucking some guy already?
Shane: Woah, back the fuck up, man. You're in her room?
Rick: Obviously not. Pay attention. Big mix up, we were assigned the same suite. There was no reservation under Hershel's name and they are at capacity, so she offers me to stay in the room that was supposed to be her friend's.
Shane: Your lady sure works fast, bro. How do you know they weren't already a thing?
Rick: Don't know.
Shane: Are you sure they're fuckin?
Rick: Well, my ear wasn't up against the door, but when a man is asking a woman if she likes it, behind closed doors… what else could it be? I can't switch rooms the hotel is at capacity. Fuck, I don't wanna hear that all night.
Shane: Don't imagine I would neither. So, make sure they don't.
Rick: Just how the hell do you propose I do that?
Shane: Well, I got to warn you, it can also piss her off enough to up the volume for you or piss her off enough not to do anything.
Rick: So, what is it?
Shane: Tell her that you need your beauty sleep but you'd forego it to join their party. You also might get slapped or a drink in the face so be forewarned.
Rick: At this point, I'll try anythang.
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Later that night, Rick saw Michonne with a tall man with brown wavy hair and an attractive light-skinned young woman with long curly hair. The women were both wearing little black dresses, but Rick only had eyes for Michonne. He stood off at a distance, watching the trio's interaction, and it was obvious they knew each other rather well. He watched as the man whispered into Michonne's ear and she laughed in response. He hated the display.
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"Sasha, I'm so happy you and Aaron were able to make it. With Andrea coming down sick I thought I'd be the only one here. This one here shows up an hour ago with these amazing boots he got me. They are simply to die for and he had the nerve to ask me if I like them? Like, does he know me or what?"
"Sweetie, I didn't know for sure and I didn't want to disappoint you. So where are these boots and where are mine?" Sasha asked both her friends.
"Women! God, you weren't even supposed to be here remember? Do I ever get one of you something with no thoughts for the other two? Yours are at home."
"Michonne, where's your roommate? I'm dying to meet him, especially if he's really as cute as you say he is. You don't think he upgraded, do you?" Aaron asked, teasingly.
"How can you upgrade from this?" she quipped. She scanned the courtyard for Rick and eventually found him near the bar. She excused herself and went to the bar. After ordering herself a drink she spoke, "Why don't you come over and join us?"
"Nah, I'm fine. Matter of fact, I think I'll turn in early. Do you mind keeping it down once you and your boyfriend get in? I heard y'all earlier."
Michonne was stunned by what he said. He didn't even give her a chance to respond, he just left her there hanging.
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The morning went well. Rick left the suite before Michonne was up and about, so she was happy that she didn't have to deal with him. She didn't understand his jealousy. They had barely said two words to each other, and next thing she knew he was accusing her of sleeping with someone. She tried to remember what he might have overheard to misinterpret the situation. Then she thought back to her boots, and Aaron asking her if she liked them. She figured that had to be it. She was working when he left the room, and she didn't know when he got back, but it was obvious that it was when Aaron was in her room.
Later that morning, Michonne successfully delivered her first presentation on Legal Affairs Standards and Ethics. That afternoon, she presented Andrea's topic on the Best Practices in Law Enforcement and Investigations.
During the second presentation, however, she found herself being heckled, for lack of a better word, due to the fact that her audience was primarily police officers; one of whom just happened to be her suitemate. He seemed to relish leading the pack. In concluding her presentation, she looked directly at Rick and pointedly said, "Remember, the most important thing in an investigation is to always follow the evidence. Sometimes something may seem to be the obvious answer, but In reality, it couldn't be further from the truth. If I leave you with nothing else today, don't stop at the first convenient answer, because it's often not the truth." The room applauded the conclusion of her presentation, and she collected her belongings and left the room.
Shortly after arriving in the suite there was a knock at the door. She answered it to find a bouquet of fifteen red roses. The delivery procession continued at thirty-minute intervals followed by bouquets of carnations, hyacinths, tulips, and finally, an Orchid.
Michonne was wondering where he was, and why he hadn't return, when she heard the door open and he walked in.
"About last night, Michonne, I'm sorry. Can I take you to dinner to make it up to you?"
"How dare you? I didn't know you, but I offered you shelter. You don't know me, but you accused me of being with someone and then you get mad at me? When did we suddenly become exclusive, Rick?"
"I'm really sorry. I was an ass. Please let me make it up to you. Dinner?"
"I have plans, but you're welcome to join us if you'd like. We'll be in the courtyard later," Michonne added as she left the room.
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That night Michonne wore her little red dress with cap sleeves, a fitted bodice and an aline-skirt, falling mid-thigh, together with her new over the knee boots. As requested, she sent a snap to Andrea who immediately asked who she was planning to slay that night. Michonne replied 'long story'.
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Both Sasha and Aaron noticed that despite their friend's searing hot appearance her mood was in a funk. After discussing her sour mood with them, they both thought she was being way too serious and laughed at the comical situation. They were of the view that she should just get him out of her system, because he had obviously gotten under her skin. Their solution to her problem? "What's one night? It's not like you'll ever see him again anyway."
Later that evening, Michonne and her friends were dining in the courtyard when Rick appeared. He was scanning the place for her when Aaron noticed him. "I think your lost puppy just showed up. He is damn fine too. Michonne, if you don't sleep with him I would and I'm sure Sasha would too."
Sasha followed their eyes and wiped her lips, "Girlfriend, I love you, but I could love him more."
Rick eventually joined them, introductions were made and they ate dinner together, but the tension between them was still there.
Several drinks and shots later, the four were enjoying themselves.
Both Rick and Michonne kept eyeing one another. He was enthralled by her outfit. And the boots? Well, they just put it over the top for him. He knew he had to have her in that getup. He took a sip of his drink. He wasn't about to screw up tonight.
Eventually, Michonne took Aaron to the dance floor because she knew it would get to Rick. After a few songs, a slow song came on and she put her arms around his neck. Aaron played the game, lowering his head and whispering in her ear. "Are you trying to get me killed? You want each other… just do it."
Rick watched the display before him and knew she was goading him. It was payback for what he'd done so he took it. However, when the second slow song started, he walked over to them and tapped Aaron on the shoulder. Aaron ceded his place, and Michonne was finally in his arms.
Then, Niall Horan's 'Slow Hands' started. He really liked the song the first time it played, so much so that he slipped the D.J. a fifty to play it again. It was like they were talking to one another through the lyrics. "We should take this back to my place," she whispered in his ear and that's all the invitation he needed. Rick took Michonne by the hand and forged his way through the crowded courtyard. He was on a mission to close the deal, before she changed her mind.
When they were on the elevator alone, their hands were talking and their faces were connected. The song also played in the elevator too, it was a sign. Their hunger had ignited and needed to run its course; there was no stopping it now.
The two stumbled through the door, shutting it behind them. Rick's hand was on her waist, pinning her to the door. The other cupped Michonne's face, as he captured her soft luscious lips. He kissed and tugged on her bottom lip, then kissed her again urgently. She replied, granting access as their tongues collided, tasting the other as they moaned. The spicy scent of her perfume, and her moans, fueled his desire.
The hand at her waist now grabbing her ass, and slid torturously slow beneath her hemline, only to make its way up again. His fingers hovered over the scanty patch of wet lace covering her heated core. He ran his fingers over the lace rubbing her sex, which caused her to arch her back in search of more. "Please!" she begged. No further encouragement needed, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric tracing up and down her slick swollen lips as Michonne bit her bottom lip. Her lust laden chocolate eyes burned into his hooded blues. His fingers then slipped into her heated core, causing her to gasp. Her back arched and her hips undulated against his fingers as his thumb pad strummed her clit.
Michonne guided his mouth back to hers and they kissed passionately as his fingers coaxed her to her first orgasm that night, against their hotel door. She cried, "Oh God," as her body quivered from her orgasm and she tried to regulate her breathing.
A smile tugged at his lips, satisfied that he brought her to a crumbling mess. He then rid her of the piece of lace, because he wasn't done with her yet.
Michonne held onto him as he lift her up. She was now straddling his hips and he was ravishing her neck causing her to moan. She was intoxicated from his scent, a mixture of his cologne, musk and soap. She felt his member straining between them. The hand around his neck found its way into his silky soft curls as he walks further into the in his room, he let her down in a standing position before him. She unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants as she bit her lip. After freeing his cock from its confinement, she held onto it, causing him to inhale. The pre-cum was already dripping from it, so she palmed it and pumped her hand up and down his length watching him as she acquainted herself with it.
He drew a sharp intake of breath as she took a hold of his cock and began pumping it. He knew if she continued like that he wouldn't last much longer. Ridding himself of his shirt, her hand splayed on his defined chest teasing his nipples. "Turn around and bend over, Michonne."
This surprised her. She was still fully dressed, but she liked the authority in his voice so she complied, leaning forward with her knuckles pushed into the bed. She could only imagine the visual he was getting.
Rick took a minute to enjoy the view of her perfectly round naked ass and her hot pussy peeking out from under her little red dress, with her long legs in those boots of hers. The visual caused his manhood to throb painfully. He walked towards her and fingered her some more and they both moaned. She was soaking wet and tight. He pumped into her a few more times, causing her to push back and grind, searching for more friction. "Please…" she whined as he withdrew his fingers. Without warning, he held onto her hips and impaled her. "Fuck… you feel fuckin incredible, Michonne." He groaned from the sheer delight of finally claiming her, then pulled out leaving only his tip inside.
Michonne wiggled her ass to get more of him to fill her up, and he relented, picking up his speed, thrusting deeper into her core each time. With her encouraging moans, he hit her spot over and over. Her walls contracted around him, as her orgasm shattered, and several thrusts later, his body tightened. His explosion was followed by a guttural moan.
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The next morning, Michonne woke up to find herself in his bed. Her arm across his chest and his hand grabbing her ass. She discreetly extricated herself from him, collecting her dress and boots and returning to her room. She showered, dressed and left the hotel, en route to the airport.
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Rick awoke to find her gone. He wasn't too worried because he knew she wouldn't be too hard to find, given the fact that he was based less than two hours away from her.
After showering and dressing, he was about to leave the room, when he noticed the piece of black lace he had discarded the night before. He picked it up and sniffed her scent, then shoved it in his pocket. I guess I'll have to return this.
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Arriving at the airport, Michonne had just missed the last morning flight to Atlanta. The next available flight was at one forty-five. She checked in, and then took out her laptop to pass the time.
Shortly after, Rick arrived at the airport and also checked-in for his flight home. He disappeared to grab something to eat. Forty minutes later they were making the last boarding call for flight 844. Rick just made it in time. He was sitting in seat 10-B. He secured his carry-on in the overhead cabin and sat down. The dark-skinned woman next to him was wearing a floppy sun hat pulled down over her face and oversized shades. She was obviously trying to conceal herself but the perfume she was wearing was now a part of his makeup. The scent was ingrained in his was seated next to him in 10-A. The whole scenario caused him to chuckle. "Good afternoon, Ms. Fraser," he said, barely able to contain himself from dying of laughter.