Author's Note: I've been writing for a while now but this is my first stab at fanfic. Please feel free to leave a comment, I would love to know your thoughts. Thanks - Fithola
What Happens in Vegas?
Chapter 1
Sleep weighs heavily upon Michonne. Her body feels lethargic with the lull of drowsiness. Her muscles completely relax. Her breathing deep and easy, peaceful. She blinks and pulls her eyelids open, the bright sun blinds her vision. She silently curses the sun's brightness with a lazy smile fluttering across her lips.
Michonne closes her eyes and tries to get her body to corporate. She needs to get up.
Why? Comes the thought.
Bathroom, you need to pee. Her bladder protests. Another smile crosses her lips at her inner self talk.
She slowly begins to stretch her muscles and with each movement she felt the soreness in her arms, back….
What did I do last night? She thinks.
She feels the soreness in her calves, in her thigh and then slowly the familiar sweet ache at the apex of her thighs.
Michonne's eyes shoot opens.
She knows what that ache means. She clenches the muscles at her apex, a delicious pleasure courses through her – the remnants of a night of – the bed shifts and a heavy arm drapes across her waist. The muscles on the arm flexes and it pulls her closer to the body the arm is attach to.
"Mmmm." Comes a deep moan.
A solid body presses up against her. He is warm and smells faintly of sandalwood and vanilla; his intoxicating scent causes her mouth to water.
Michonne's heart triples its pace. Her mind snaps awake as she tries to figure out how she ended up in this man's arm.
"Mmmm." Another deep moan. He presses harder against her. Her mind doesn't remember him but her body does. As if on que, she feels her apex contract with need, her nipples hardens and her mouth waters for another taste of him.
Another taste?
He peppers light kisses on her shoulder pulling her against him, she feels his hardening length and has to catch the moan before it escapes from her lips.
Distance.
She needs distance from this man in order to think. To think clearly, organize her thoughts and retrieve fragmented memories from the night before.
She moves away from him but he tightens his hold.
"Bathroom." She croaks.
Another kiss grace her shoulder before his arm loosen its hold on her. Michonne slowly pulls away, she wants to glance back at him but fear and shame keeps her eyes downcast. Pulling the covers as she moves to the edge of the bed, she spots a tee-shirt. Quickly picking it up, she drops it over her head to give her naked body some coverage. Once covered she leaps out of the bed and race towards what she hope is the bathroom.
Michonne lucks out, it is the bathroom. She closes the door and locks it soundly. With her back press against the door, Michonne tries to get her thoughts in order.
First: her bladder.
She moves to the toilet to relieve herself, sitting down she relax her muscles and tries to piece together what happened.
Las Vegas.
She is in Las Vegas. A girls' weekend with her best friend Maggie, her cousin Sasha, Sasha's friend and roommate Tara, as well as Michonne's co-worker and close friend Andrea.
It started out well, they arrived early Thursday and spent the day sightseeing; that night was spent at one of the infamous Vegas shows and walking the Strip. Friday was more sightseeing, an early lunch followed by a nap then a rendezvous at the hotel pool. That's when everything went downhill.
Andrea.
Fucking Andrea. This is her fault. Michonne thinks.
Michonne makes a mental note to kill her when she sees her.
Andrea started flirting with a guy sitting in the cabana next to theirs; soon Sasha joined the conversation, quickly followed by Tara. The guy asked the girls to join him, stating his buddies were going to be joining him soon. Michonne disagreed but Andrea eagerly agreed and the others followed suit.
Michonne tugs on her memory cords trying to remember his name: Shane? No.. no… that is his friend. The one who shamelessly flirted with Andrea. The girls sat with Shane in his cabana for ten minutes before a couple of his friends joined him. A tall foul mouth red-head, Abraham and a scrappy quiet fellow with kind blue eyes, Daryl. Introduction were passed around as the two fellows settled in.
Michonne and Maggie decided to wade in the pool with the man made wave that passed across the waters of the beach looking pool.
She enjoyed playing in the pool alongside Maggie. They jumped and caught the wave along with nearby children for half an hour before deciding to rejoin their friends.
She remembered when everything changed, walking out the pool and up towards the cabana, she noticed another man had join the fray. Shane nodded in their direction and the man turned around.
Blue eyes locked with hers.
Eyes the color of the cloudless desert sky. Eyes the color of the cool waters she just emerged from. He smiled and Michonne melted. His name: Rick Grimes.
A knock jolts Michonne from her memories.
"Michonne?" a gruff voice calls out.
"Just a minute," she replies. She wipes herself, stands, and flushes. She ambles to the sink and begin the process of washing her hand. Glancing in the mirror she looks like a woman who has been fucked properly all night. She can feel it all over her body. The faded touches still causing her body to hum with pleasure. She groans and tries to think how she's going to get herself out this mess as she turns on the faucet. She starts washing her hand and freezes as she glance down to see what adorns her left hand.
With mouth wide open she stares at the two carat cushion cut diamond ring on her ring finger. A halo of smaller diamond surrounds the bigger diamond; a diamond that winks at her with a mischievous glint. Michonne quickly washes her hands and turns off the faucet before rushing to the bathroom door. Snatching it open with the purpose of giving this man a piece of her mind, demanding to know the details of the previous night and why she has a diamond ring on her left ring finger.
When the door swings open, Michonne isn't expecting him to be standing so close to the door. He smiles down at her with warm azure eyes sweeping across her face.
"Good Morning… uhhh… afternoon, Mrs. Grimes." A southern drawl says wrapping around her and caressing her needy apex with less than six words.
Oh gawd. Michonne thinks.
He leans down, placing a kiss on her lips before he moves deeper into the bathroom. Michonne stumbles out into the room as she realize his intention, giving him some privacy and needing to add space between her and this man, Rick.
Stumbling into the room Michonne looks around and notices two things, first it isn't her original room and second the place is a mess. Copious amount of champagne bottles are scattered around the room; along with trays, plates, various half eaten food, and clothing.
They made a proper mess of the place. She reaches and plucks her bra off a lamp near the bed.
Flashes of the previous night assaults her senses. His fingers. His tongue. His harden length stroking her slick inner walls leading her to unknown level of ecstasy.
Her screams. His moan. Her begging for more and him granting her wishes.
Oh gawd, did we use protection? Michonne thinks.
Her eyes dart around the room in search of any evidence of protection. Consume by her thoughts she doesn't hear him exit the bathroom.
Michonne feels his strong arms wrap around her waist. He presses her against his chest, leaning down and showering her neck and shoulder with kisses enhance by the scruff of his beard. Michonne feel his desire hardening, pressing heavily against her lower back.
"Rick." She tries to say it with a strong conviction meant to stop him but it flutters out of her mouth a moan.
One hand snakes up under the shirt she wears, his shirt. It crawls over her flat stomach up to squeeze one breast then crosses over and squeeze the other before pinching her nipples gently. His right hand fall and land between her thighs, digging into her now slick folds. A finger gently caress her swollen button. Michonne knees buckle as she moans again.
"Rick." Her voice singing with her need.
His hands retreat as he spins her around and lifts her, causing her legs to wrap around his waist. His lips take her, his tongue sweeps against her lips and Michonne opens her mouth to allow him access. His deft tongue seduces and subdues hers. She moans against the welcome assault.
Michonne is lost in the kiss. Her body cries out with need. She know she needs to stop this madness and ask him what happened. Why she does she have on a diamond ring? How did she end up naked in his bed? Did they use protection? What happened to their friends? Do they know where she was at?
None of those questions matter.
All that matter is Rick's lips on hers. Tasting him and feeling his warm calloused hands caressing and touching her body in places she never knew needed to be touched.
They fall against the bed and quickly discard the minimal clothes they wear, her shirt and his boxers. He starts to trail kisses down her neck and chest, Michonne stop his administration. There will be time for more of that later.
Later? She thinks. Yes, later. Now, she needs him inside her.
Cerulean eyes locks knowingly with hers. He blankets her with his body, aligning his harden length with her quivering opening and pushes in.
Michonne grasps, opening her legs wider allowing him better access. He slowly pushes his entire length in and pauses, allowing her time to get accustom to his length as he places soft kisses along her neck.
The feeling of being complete full is overwhelming, Michonne rotates her hips beneath his, wanting and needing to feel him move inside of her. Rick gets the point and start the slow and tortuous love making. His thrusts are deliberate and measure, pulling out slowly and pushing back in deeply. Michonne begs him to go faster but he keep the slow pace. Michonne goes mad beneath him, her climax wavering at the edge.
"Please… oh gawd, Rick. Please… harder!" Michonne cries out. Rick chuckles near her ear as he continues to rain kisses along her neck and shoulder.
Michonne's toes curl, she wraps her legs around his thigh and madly thrust up to meet his own slow administration. Her hand snakes between them, wanting to rub her clit to relieve some of the pressure but he knocks her hand away.
"Not yet," he growls in her ears. Michonne whimpers and moans.
Rick increase the speed of his thrusts and Michonne feels her climax draw closer. He switches the rotation of his thrusts and slows down pulling Michonne away from her release.
She is wild and curses him. He laughs in her ear as Michonne groans with the ecstasy of the mounting pleasure.
When the pleasure become too much for him, he starts to steadily increase his thrusts. He shifts slightly and lifts Michonne's hip. On his next thrust in, he hit a spot Michonne never knew she had. She screams out his name and arch her back as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her orgasm rushes toward her like a canon. Rick continues to drum on the spot until Michonne goes stiff in a violent tremor, her climax seizing her. The scream is caught in the back of her throat, unable to speak she make unintelligent sounds as she squeeze and gush around his length.
Rick moan in her ears, calling out her name. His thrusts are now frenzy, he embeds himself deeply within her hitting her spot once more as he releases his essence deep within her. The feel of him inside her causes another orgasm to rip through her body, this time she call out Rick's name.
Michonne jolts awake. She looks around the room wildly and spot Rick lying next to her, the sheet bunch around his waist. It wasn't a dream. Michonne silently leaps from the bed and stares from her own nude body to his.
Only one thought presses heavily on her mind. She needs to gets out of here.
In the dark, Michonne finds her clothes. She slips into the bathroom to clean herself off and get dress. Once her tasks is accomplish, she retrieves her bag, phone and any other items before she starts quietly towards the door.
She freezes mid-steps when she hears a loud snore from Rick. Glancing over her shoulder she waits. He inhales deeply and turns onto his side but doesn't wake.
Michonne slips out the room and exhale, a wave of relief and guilt stabs at her chest. She's confuse by the heavy feeling weighing her down as she starts down the hallways away from Rick Grimes, away from her husband.