Try as he might, Merle still can not get Michonne out of his head. Each and every aspect of that moment replays in his mind's eye. For the rest of the evening, he stares up at the ceiling in his room listening to the crickets chirping. Not even a shower washes away her flowery sweet scent. It is still present haunting him like an apparition. The feel of her fingers gently running over his skin begins an ache that will not end. Even as Merle tries to ignore it there is no use. All rational thought ceases as his mind drifts.

His hand passes down his chest to grip the shaft of his thick hardened cock. He feels pre cum slowly cresting at the tip of his cock only to run down the shaft. He strokes his cock gently back and forth with eyes shut. It surprised Merle how wet Michonne's pussy was. She opened herself up like a flower petal by petal encasing him in warmth. He expected her to put up some sort of fight but, that did not happen. The only resistance that Merle felt was the firm grasp of her vaginal walls holding him inside. The daydream ends so abruptly leaving his hand covered in warm, sticky cum.

Merle leans against the wall on his left side as everything returns to normal. The warm water washes away the traces of his seed sending it quickly down the drain. Completely spent, he slides down to the floor staying there for nearly an hour. It occurs to Merle that he did not get to savor her. Eating pussy ain't something real men do. He received more than his share of blow jobs but, never returned the favor. There is always the fear some bitch would run her mouth. What the fuck is wrong with you, Merle Dixon? There goes that voice again, the same one who got him into this mess.

It was just pussy…snap out of it.

Easy for him to say, he did not bang Michonne. What is the Governor going to think when he finds out what you did? Merle could give a shit less what he thought. Don't tell nobody! Go on like ain't nothing happened. Even so he was planning to tell anyone about their encounter. Thankfully, Michonne is not much of a talker so that is not a problem. No way in hell is she going to tell Blondie.

A few hours later there is a knock at Merle's front door. What is so important that it can not wait until the morning? He walks over to the door unlocking it quickly. The door opens and he replies, " Who the hell…." Michonne walks in with her arms crossed over her chest looking around. This room is fairly large but, it is bare. There is a couch of some sort diagonal to the door. Two windows are on her left side covered by heavy dark drapes. Moon light shines in the room as the drapes are open four to five inches apart Some sort of kitchen area set up on the right side but, it is hard to see in the darkness.

He closes the door carefully behind her making sure not to slam it. It is hard for him to concentrate on locking the door but, he does so fast. For the first time in his life, Merle Dixon is at a loss for words. He turns around to see Michonne with familiar scowl on her face. She stands legs apart in silence. Even in this light, she is beautiful. " What brought you to my room," she inquires. Merle tries to speak but, dumbfounded by her presence. Even without the sword, she is menacing. " Were you," she replies through clenched teeth, " looking for someone or something."

What the fuck is wrong with you, Dixon? Say something. You gonna let this gal talk to you like this? " Listen," he replies, " I…" She holds up her hand to silence him. She brought her black ass into your house as if she owns it. What would your daddy say if he saw you like this? Set this bitch straight.

Merle can feel that familiar unnamed feeling culminating. His cock hardens leaking drops of pre cum staining his pants. He walks over to her with his face nearly shrouded by darkness. The space between them fills so quickly that it catches Michonne off guard. She is about to say something else but, his hand touches her face and there is nothing to say. He caresses her skin gently, staring straight into her eyes. Gently, his thumb traces the smooth skin of her full lips loosing all sense of caution. She unfolds her arms to bring them to rest at the small of his back. The pants he wears hang low on his hips unbuttoned nearly sliding off.

His good hand moves over shoulder slipping down the length of slender back. Merle guides Michonne forward bringing her hips to rest against his. His erection presses solidly into her thigh. The fabric is damp but, Michonne stays put . She is not afraid even as the contraption on his right arm brushes against her arm. Their lips touch at first unsure of each others contact. She pulls his bottom lip between her lips grazing it with her teeth. He submits to the pain without protest. The taste of copper in his mouth makes him even harder.

Abruptly, Merle breaks contact with her full lips to trail kiss after kiss after kiss over her jaw line. She turns her head to the left giving him full access to her slender neck. He accepts her invitation planting many kisses against the skin that is fragrant like wild flowers. Michonne's breath hitches as she moans faintly as that familiar soft, moist scent is in the air summoning him. He ventures down to her collar-bone leaving the skin between her breasts wet with his saliva. With one fail swoop, her tank top is off. She is not trying to protest.

All of a sudden they are in front of the couch. His warm mouth closes in on her deep mahogany nipples one by one. Her mind goes blank as he slips lower coming to rest on his knees. Michonne releases him absently. He kisses her soft flat belly on a path towards her hidden treasure. The scent beckons him closer and closer like a siren. Once you do this… you are done. Merle's hands go to work opening her belt quickly. She stares down at him in silence. Her deep brown eyes are patient and calm.

Merle opens her pants sliding them down along with her panties over her slender hips. One by one, he unties her boots tossing them aside. Slowly, Michonne sits down on the couch carefully leaning back.

He parts open her legs with one hand. Beneath the velvet smooth blanket of hair between her thigh awaits her glistening vagina. He massages her vulva for a moment bringing her back to the night before. More moisture emerges from her opening releasing a flowery scent like roses and lilacs.

He gently holds open her labia revealing her slightly swollen clitoris. She watches Merle lean over to bury his face in her pussy. Her eyes close as the tip of his eager tongue encircles her clitoris igniting every nerve within her. She presses her hand hard against the back of his head. The taste of her sweet nectar enters his mouth caressing his tongue. It is nothing like he has experienced before. The liquid is sweet, salty and sour all together. He consumes every drop as it dribbles out of her vagina. Down his throat, it slips without a second though.

Merle probes her insides with his long tongue catching the droplets before they emerge. The feeling grips Michonne as she whispers "more." Her hips rock against his face as though it was his cock inside. He can feel his cock throbbing impatiently pushing for its turn. She wants him to fill her as well but, he refuses to oblige. Instead, Merle takes his middle and ring finger sliding them into her opening slowly inch by inch aided by the moistness of her vaginal walls. Michonne cries out as her insides stretch to fit his thick fingers filling her up. Slowly, he moves them in and out at first. This soothes her for the moment as she opens her legs even wider. Unconsciously, her walls compress both of his fingers holding them into place. His cock hardens dampening his thigh and staining the inside of his pants.

Her scent rises like steam filling his nostrils gaining full control of him. Merle's kisses deepen against her pussy as her hips rock even harder against his hand. The faster that he moves the more that he thrusts. This exchange goes on until; her body can not take the pleasure anymore. Michonne's back arches as her walls contract one last time. He sluggishly pulls out his fingers which are now soaking wet and places them into his mouth. It is one last taste to satiate him.

Every inch of her body tingled as it begins to calm down. Michonne is laying with her legs apart. The dull throbbing of his cock has a need of its own. There is no way that he will let her leave him until it gets what it wants. Merle watches as she opens her eyes attempting to sit up. She falls over like a doll on her left side stretched out across it like a cat. Her breathing is gradually slowing down.

Merle stands up slowly about to leave the room but, that familiar throbbing stops him in his tracks. He looks down to see his cock protruding outwards looking like a tent in his pants. Michonne has turned her back staring over at him. He unzips his pants allowing them to fall down to the floor. She watches him crawl on top her carefully, opening her legs . The same fear coupled with lust that crippled Merle as he touched her the night before his in his eyes. He moves a few of her dreadlocks out of the view of her smooth brown face.

He reaches down between them to grasp his cock not taking his eyes off of hers. Michonne spills a bit of herself on to the cushion below her in anticipation. Still, there is no fear in those brown eyes. Carefully, he brings his cock towards her opening leaking more precum. Gradually, Merle guides it inside of her inch by inch . She lets out a gasp allowing her eye lids to shut. He leans back a bit holding himself up with his good hand. Once again, he feels embraced by her warmth and moistness.

She hisses as Merle starts to thrust within moving even deeper than his fingers. The rhythm is smooth and slow at first like a soft melody. He tries not to shut his eyes but, the lids fall on their own. Back and forth his hips move searching for a pace. Only after one day, has she molded to him creating a space within her that belongs only to him. Merle assumed that he is one of many that have entered her. Never did it occur to him to even think about the life that she led before the rise of the walkers.

The thought throws him off for a moment but, Michonne fails to notice. Her hips press against him as though she is dancing. To keep up with her pace, Merle has to move faster. Nothing matters more to him at the moment. They begin to travel through the ending thrust that only awakens the beast within. Try as he might, Merle is powerless. He learned this fact the last time but, attempted to battle against this behemoth. It defeated him before so why not battle it once again.

Merle leans over to kiss Michonne again but, she turns away from him. For her refusal, his cock moves deeper. His hips move even faster so much so that he must hold on to the couch. She whispers words and sounds. It is nothing that Merle can understand. The couch shakes like after shock of an earth quake. Not be defeated Michonne counters by thrusting her hips even harder to make him back down. At first, he appears to gain ground until, her wall tighten around his cock. He cries out as the pleasure begins to peak. Together , Merle's balls draw themselves up into his body. His seed is moving quickly through a tangled web of tubes known as vas deferens.

Michonne continues to thrust with no abandon. Meanwhile, semen rises up from Merle's balls entering his shaft on a quest. Out of the blue, he feels a jolt as though a lightening bolt passes through his body. The muscles in his cock constrict as every bit of his warm cum releases rapidly like water from a fire hose. It spills right into her pulsating with every muscle spasm. Merle shakes above her riding out the rest of his orgasm as her body rounds the last curve. Every nerve within her is on high alert. Her vaginal walls pulsate suddenly. All of a sudden, it is all over. She lets out a sigh only to pass out with a few of her dreadlocks hanging over her face. The remnants of their release pools between them staining the cushion on the couch.

Merle pulls out of her slowly and collapses on top of her. Michonne is already sleeping as the remnants of her orgasm spill to form a pool between her legs. Her flowery scent is ripe in the air That voice inside of his head is quiet now. No telling when he will pop out and try to flip the situation. He closes his eyes catching his breath only to slip away into a deep sleep . The taste of her still present in his mouth sliding across his palate sweet like honey.

Early that afternoon Woodbury is bustling with activity. There is some sort of party or barbecue going on. Michonne stands in silence between two tables watching the residents of Woodbury lounge around sipping on cool drinks without a care in the world. It is so easy to get sucked into the idea of being safe. There is something wrong with this modern-day Mayberry and she is not buying it.

Andrea is standing in the middle of the street. Milton walks over to hand her a drink and they start talking. She seems to like the idea of living here. Who would blame her after all that she has been through? The Governor seems like a nice guy. He made sure that both Michonne and Andrea are well taken care of. Even with the warm, comfortable bed, food and running water, behind the southern hospitality is something rather sinister. She decides to do a little detective work.

Michonne turns to walk away only to collide with two men. One of which is a member of the Governor's little army. She walks away without saying excuse me. These men are left slack-jawed watching her walk away. Meanwhile, Merle has his arm around another soldier whom he nicknamed Brownie for obvious reasons. He does not notice Michonne as he passes by in the distance. There is food to eat and liquor to consumed so he is game.

The music fades in the distance as Michonne walks up the street. Everything around her is still considering that most of the town is at the party. She stops for a moment to rest. Above her head is a window with the blinds drawn open. A figure is standing but, it is hard for her to make out the face. At first, it seems as though the heat is making her see things that is until, a person is visible looking through the blinds. She recognized those stern blue eyes from a mile way…it is the Governor. A suspicious look is in his eyes as he stares down upon her. Michonne wonders why he is not out enjoying the festivities like everyone else. This is his party, right? What is so important that he has to sneak around? As soon as the coast is clear, she will find out.

She opens the door to The Governor's apartment slowly looking around to make sure that the coast is clear. Quickly, she walks in and goes over to a book shelf. The bag of guns that Andrea carried when Michonne found her rests on the floor. Right on the shelf on some sort of mantle is her katana sword and sheath. There is a picture of the Governor, a woman whois obviously his wife and a small child. On a desk nearby is a notebook. She skims through it noticing the names of every resident in Woodbury. Upon turning the page, there are dozens upon dozens of slanted lines resembling some sort of count. They continue for at least four or five more pages.

All of a sudden she hears voices. Michonne hides behind a shelf just in time for the door opening. She can hear three sets of foot steps walking. Merle is making fun of Milton calling him uptight. Her insides clench at the sound of his voice. Damn him. Meanwhile Milton is bitching about generator usage. There is an open window nearby. Without a second guess, she crawls out.

Merle rolls his eyes at Milton and says, "Come on, Milton. For Christ sake let your hair down man. Have some fun for once." He laughs a little taking a seat in a nearby chair. Milton's face turns a tad bit red. The day is not complete unless Merle can tick him off at least once. "I like fun," he says in his defense. Back in the day, this was the guy who would get his ass kicked. Now that the world ended, he is so important. Fuck that.

The Governor replies, "Then there is no problem."

Milton replies, "If I might, I have been working on an experiment all week….." Merle shakes his head and looks around the room. A familiar flowery scent lingers in the air. It brings him back to the night before riding her hard without fear or worry. He sees that the window is open and brushes it off.

Out of the blue, the governor inquires, "What are you asking?" Milton says with a sigh, "Postpone tonight."

"No way," Merle answers.

"Hold on. Let's hear him out. How long do you need?"

The privilege of being second in command to the Governor is to abide by constant censorship for the sake of Milton's feelings. It was all getting very old, very fast.

"I don't need long," Milton says carefully choosing his words.

"How long?" There is a slight irritation in the Governor's voice.

"Ten days." Hell no!

"No."

"Six?"

"No," the Governor answers with a smile holding on to a box of beer. "How 'bout you enjoy yourself tonight and begin the experiment in the morning?" He hands Milton the box walking out the door. "Uh," Milton says, "yeah, yeah that could work." Merle stands nearby holding the door open trying his best not to laugh. Leave it to Milton to attempt to ruin what will be a fun-filled night. He holds the door open letting Milton walk out first. He finds it hard not to smile pulling the door closed .

Michonne sits in a chair with her back to Merle. What the fuck did they need almost two dozen zombies locked up like animals? He stands at the door with a grin on his face. " You left last night," he replied, " without saying goodbye." The memory replays in her mind's eye. She awakens covering her breasts with the blanket. Merle had wrapped himself around her as though they were in love. Dear God…..She wiggled out of his grasp letting the blanket fall away. In the darkness, she gathered up her clothing and boots dressing quickly.

He snores loudly still lying on his side. Michonne waits for a moment before exiting. She presses both lips together and does not answer him. "After all that we have experienced together the least thing that you could be was cordial," Merle replies. "Fuck you," she replies under her breath staring at the empty table in front of her. "We are past that," he replies, "aren't we Mi-chonne." There is nothing for her to say; if she had her knife then the conversation would be interesting.

The door opens out of the blue and Merle exits. In walks the Governor carrying Michonne's katana knife. The door shuts behind him. "Get off on poking' round other people's things. She listens as he silently walks around her to lean back against another table in front of her. "Hmm?" he replies, "in his usual patronizing tone, "You got nothing to hide here."

"People with nothing to hide," Michonne replies, "don't usually feel the need to say so." She keeps her eyes on the table in front of her. " That fair," the governor says nodding his head slightly. " We all have our secrets, huh?" Her eyes lock on his. " Like Penny," she says in straight forward tone. The look on his pale face drops.

"(You) know about Penny," he says in surprise, " then you know I loved her." Michonne shoots back , " I bet you say that about all the girls….."

Meanwhile outside Merle is smoking a cigarette waiting. Standing in that room with Michonne was torture. All that he wanted to do was bend her over that table and fuck her again. It is all that he can think about. Her pussy is much sweeter than he imagined. Apparently, the saying is true …..the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice. She allowed him to taste her without putting up a fight. It felt nice fucking a woman without worrying about what type of disease her pussy held.

It occurs to them that every time they fucked he did not wear a condom. The last thing he needs is a kid. Daryl is the closet he ever came to a son and look how that worked out. Merle thinks about this for a minute taking another drag on his cigarette. A group of kids run by chasing up a ball. So now you want to father to some black baby. Are you shitting' me? Who says that it would be yours anyway? The door opens all of a sudden, out walks Michonne carrying her katana knife with the sheath strapped across her chest. She walks away without making any eye contact with him. He drops the cigarette and extinguishes it under his boot. Merle watches her walk away for the moment, only to climb the stares to walk into the office. So mean and so beautiful.

To be continued.

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