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House Repairs

By blacklitchick


Michonne didn't want to laugh, but couldn't help herself when she opened the door. Rick stood on her front porch with his hands on his hips, and a tan, suede tool belt hanging around his waist.

He frowned at her before looking down at himself. "What?"

She pointed at the toolbelt. "I think you know what."

"My tool belt? You need some fixin' and I have tools." He gestured to the door. "You lettin' me in or…."

She used her body to block the doorway; refusing to let him in. "Not without an explanation on why that thing is around your waist."

"I'll have you know this is a vintage belt passed down from my great grandfather to my grandpa to my dad and then to me."

Michonne crossed her arms. "I guess vintage is one way to describe it."

Rick tilted his head. "I drop everythang to come over to fix your kitchen sink and you make fun of me." He pursed his lips into an exaggerated pout.

Michonne giggled. "No, no. Don't do that. You're right. I should be more grateful." She opened the door wide to let him inside. "I'm in desperate need of your help."

"As long as we're on the same page now."

"That we are."

He entered the kitchen first. Her eyes followed the swagger of his hips in his signature walk. She noticed how he glanced over at the couch they'd christened a couple weeks before. She had flashbacks every time she sat on it. Which sent her through an array of emotions that she always put a lid on.

Rick's drawl snapped her back into the present as he kneeled over the puddles of water on the floor in front of the clogged kitchen sink. "By this mess, I'm guessing you tried to fix it yourself."

"Of course I did. My mama and daddy raised me to be an independent women. But they also indulged my need to be cute, and," she held up her right hand, "I broke two fingernails trying to unscrew that damn pipe."

Rick chuckled. "And now I'm here to save the day. Should have brought my cape."

"Don't make me regret calling you."

He blocked her trying to walk closer to the sink with his arm. "Move back, ma'am. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Michonne rolled her eyes and threw one of her kitchen towels at him.

He dodged her throw then unbuckled his toolbelt and placed it on the counter. "How long has it been clogged?"

"About two days now."

"Why didn't you call me sooner?"

MIchonne shrugged. "Didn't want to bother you."

Rick gave her a sincere smile. "You're never a bother."

She looked down as her lips curved up; a rush of heat rolled down her body. She cleared her throat and sat at the kitchen table.

"Have you talked to Shane since he and Rosita got back from Mexico?" She felt the need to change the subject.

Rick grimaced as he pulled out a wrench from his toolbelt. "They asked you about going to that concert too?"

"Yeah. It's a Queen cover band. Rosita's good friends with the lead singer."

"A group of people pretending to be a legendary band? Why go see them when I could just listen to the CD of the originals?"

"Don't be a spoilsport. It'll be fun."

"I'd rather be on my couch drinking a beer."

"Yeah, that's why we're always trying to get you out of the house to do stuff with us."

Rick chuckled. "I'm pretty sure you can get me to do anything."

Michonne rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh. Well…"

Rick turned a light shade of red. "I...I...was saying...you know...talk me into going places with everyone."

"I mean, of course. I knew that's what you meant."

Rick looked under the sink. "So...um...did you turn the water off before you tried to fix it?"

"I think I did."

He tried to turn the pipe with his wrench. "The valve feels loose so -" Before he could finish the sentence, water blasted from the pipe drenching both the floor and Rick.

Michonne jumped from her seat. "Oh, Rick. You're soaked."

He swung the wrench to the right until the water stopped. "At least we know the pipes are working."

"Let me go get some towels to mop up that mess. I have one of my brother's old shirts around you can put on." She rushed to the laundry room. She paused in the doorway upon her return. Rick had taken off his shirt and was using it to wipe the stray droplets off his torso.

Her eyes focused on his glistening muscles, remembering how good the weight of his body felt when he was on top of her. She dropped the towels to the floor then tried to hand him the shirt, but her hands had other ideas as her fingers brushed against the scar just above his ribs.

"How did you get this?" She whispered.

Rick's stare was intense as he held his breath and focused on the trajectory of her fingers."Knife fight back in the day."

"I'm serious."

"I am too. Back when me and Shane first joined the force. Had a suspect who was tripping off a severe cocktail of drugs. I tried to stop him from hurting himself and ended up getting stabbed."

"I never knew." Her fingers kept tracing.

"It wasn't as serious as the scar makes it seem. More of a surface wound than anything."

"I'm grateful for that."

"Me too."

Michonne lifted her head and their eyes spoke the words that couldn't be vocalized. She didn't know who made the first move, but when their lips touched the passion was undeniable.

Their kiss never broke as he walked her backwards across the wet floor; both almost slipping. He gripped her hips and lifted her onto the table. A flurry of both their hands had her tank and yoga pants on the floor within seconds. She laid back naked on the table as his mouth trailed wet kisses from her neck to her breasts. Her hands clamped on to his curls as his tongue circled her nipple before grazing the harden peak with his teeth and slipping it into his mouth. Michonne moaned as he moved to her other breast.

He kissed down her body until he found her center. He paused to breath her in then closed his lips over her wetness. Michonne cried out and tightened the grip on his hair. Her hips bucked trying to feel his whole mouth as she felt herself going over the edge.

He lifted her again and pulled her onto his lap as he plopped down on one of the kitchen chairs. She straddled him and unbuttoned his jeans. He raised his hips to pull down the jeans and boxers. His mouth found hers again; tongues fighting for control until they had to pull away to catch their breaths. She gasped against his lips as he slowly entered her.

"God, you feel so good," he breathed into her ear as she started to ride him.

His hands roamed over her naked body, stopping to grip her ass as he held her tight. She didn't think she'd ever felt anything as good as their first night on the couch until her second orgasm took her over. The pain and pleasure of his teeth biting her shoulder as he rode out his own ecstasy almost made her explode for a third time.

Rick rested his forehead on her chest; his head moving to the rhythm of breath. She held onto the back of his curls enjoying the feel of their bodies still wrapped together. The sounds of traffic outside her window brought her back to reality. She tapped him on the shoulder and he slowly raised his head. They held each other's gazes for a moment before averting their eyes. Awkward tension filled the air as Michonne stood to look for her clothes; déjà vu setting in.

She turned her back to get dressed again. Rick pulled up his jeans and boxers before slipping on the borrowed shirt.

A quick rap on her front door broke the tension in the room. She rushed to answer it, mentally praying it wasn't someone they both knew on the other side. She was relieved when she saw the box sitting on the porch.

"It was the mailman," she said as she walked back to the kitchen. "I forgot the glass bowls I ordered were coming today."

"Don't you have enough fancy bowls?"

"You can never have enough fancy bowls." She smirked at him. "Aren't you supposed to be fixing my sink." She was glad they were back to their usual banter.

He picked his wrench. "Yes, ma'am."

Michonne watched the veins in Rick's forearm bulge as he started tinkering with the pipes again. She sighed and shook her head not knowing what she had gotten herself into.