You Can't Always Get What You Want...Unless You're Very Sneaky
Chapter 2
Michonne drove home with her head in the proverbial clouds. She couldn't even remember driving home, truth be told. Her mind was consumed with one Officer Rick Grimes. On the one hand, she couldn't believe she'd fucked a stranger on the side of the road. On the other hand, she didn't consider Rick a stranger. Not anymore. He'd taken up permanent residence in her head. In her heart as well, which blew her mind. She'd always scoffed at that 'love at first sight' shit. She'd always thought that there was no way any reasonable, halfway sane person could claim they 'loved' someone after they'd only seen or met them just one time. As she drove home in her daze - having horns blown at her when she didn't go fast enough as a light turned green; almost clipping a guy riding a bike - she realized just how fucking wrong she'd always been. And honestly, she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It certainly felt good. She knew however, that when what she felt came to light, a lot of other people were going to be hurt. A lot of people were going to be angry. As she continued her drive home, she discovered something She couldn't be bothered to care.
Blessedly, the house was empty when she got home. She was alone.. She had a huge smile on her face that she just couldn't seem to get rid of and she wasn't in the mood to come up with a lie for Mike, explaining what it was doing there. Michonne immediately went to the guest bathroom, down the hall from her and Mike's bedroom, and began removing her clothes. She currently smelled like her cop, and though she was loathe to wash his smell off of her skin, she knew she couldn't get into the bed she shared with Mike smelling that way. Besides, she was also as sticky as a caramel apple.
She licked her lips as she bent over to remove her shoes, still tasting him, and smiled again. When she stood up, she was directly in from of the huge bathroom mirror. She looked at her smiling face and slowly, the smile disappeared. Gripping the bathroom sink, she looked down at her naked body and guilt washed over her. It was so heavy all of a sudden that she needed the bathroom sink in order to even stay upright.
"What did I do?" she asked herself quietly. Or, it would have been quiet if not for the echo of the bathroom. She cringed. "Oh my God," Michonne said shuddering, and let out a quiet sob that echoed in the suddenly cavernous space.
She closed her eyes and saw Rick. His eyes, his lips, his delicate yet surprisingly strong hands. She saw all of this and felt herself getting borderline hysterical. She was in love with someone she didn't know. Someone that probably just wanted a quick fuck before he went home to his wife. Being alone brought all of these awful thoughts to her mind and she couldn't seem to turn the tide of anguish and disappointment that was weighing on her.
"How could I have been so stupid!" she yelled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She caught sight of the hickey on her neck and began to rub at it. She knew rubbing it wasn't going to make it go away, but she didn't know what else to do. She rubbed harder and harder, hurting herself, but the thought crossed her mind, "You deserve to be hurt after what you've done." Just as she was on the verge of rubbing her neck raw, just when she curved her fingers to engage her fingernails with her skin, she heard a small tinkling sound coming from her purse. She stopped, and listened, thinking maybe she might be hearing things. There it was again.
Michonne bolted out of the bathroom and skidded to a halt on barefeet in the hallway where she dropped her purse. She tore her purse open and was on the verge of turning it upside down when she couldn't find her fucking phone. But, her finger lit on the hard flat object and she snatched at it as if her life depended on it.
It was him. She knew it, and when she answered, "Rick!?" without looking at the display screen, she wasn't disappointed.
"Michonne," he sighed, sounding oddly relieved. "Thank God," he murmured into his own phone.
As Rick drove home, he kept playing back in his mind his time with Michonne Gill. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. New job, new life...new woman in his life. He felt a little guilty about taking her in the backseat of his car. She deserved better than that and he was determined that the next time would be better. He'd find a place. A place just for her and him, to be together. Then it came to him, like a flash. He knew of a place in Decatur called The Cottage. It was perfect. It was close to Atlanta, but far enough away so that it would seem they were the only two people on Earth, if they were so inclined. He found himself smiling from ear to ear. Good God, he was happy!
He zoned out as he rode home thinking about Michonne. How she felt in his arms, how she tasted on his lips, how she smelled. Before he knew it, he was pulling into his driveway. All the lights were out in his house and he breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was to have to talk to, or at this point, even see Lori. He felt like shit about it, but, just like Michonne, he couldn't be bothered to care.
He pushed Lori out of his mind, which he found was extremely easy to do to his utter delight, and focused on Michonne while he had a chance. He leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Michonne's face. He saw her lips, and remembered kissing them. He touched his own lips without realizing he was even doing it, trying to remember exactly how it felt when her mouth touched his. The column of her elegant neck, which he held in his hand as she rode him. His eyes popped open. He'd sucked on her neck, potentially causing her trouble at home. He had to be more careful. Then he remembered her husband saying that he was gonna be late going home tonight and he felt an insatiable need to hear her voice, to make sure she was okay.
When he searched through his contacts looking for her entry, he had a sudden unreasonable fear that she put the wrong number in his phone. Like, maybe she just did it to placate him until she could get away from him. His heart started to beat faster in his chest as he hit the little phone icon that would dial the number she gave him. The phone rang once. It rang twice. It rang a third time and he started to get scared.
"Oh God, please," he whispered. He thought he was gonna get another ring and told himself that he'd let it ring a million times until she answered. He didn't have to wait a million rings though. He didn't even have to wait a full fourth ring as she answered with his name on her lips.
"Rick!?"
"Michonne," he sighed. He was so afraid he wouldn't get to talk to her. "Thank God," he whispered. Then, he realized that she sounded a little distressed and immediately went on alert. "Are you okay?" he asked sharply, already questioning how fast it would take him to get to her if she needed him.
"Yes," she said, sounding just as relieved as he felt. "My thoughts were running away from me. I just had a strange feeling that I'd never hear from you again," she whispered to him.
"You don't ever have to worry about that, okay," he said to her gently. "I honestly have no idea how I'm gonna survive until I can see you again."
She giggled lightly and he smiled into the phone, closing his eyes, picturing her smiling face. "Are you laughing at me Ms. Michonne?" he asked with a low growl, happy once again.
"No. I was just thinking the exact same thing. What are we going to do? I need you Rick," she said.
"I have an idea, but it's gonna be a surprise. In the meantime, can I see you tomorrow?" he asked, praying she'd say yes.
His prayers were answered, sort of.
"Of course you can, but not here. My neighbors are nosy as hell and would definitely have plenty to say if they saw you coming or going."
"Okay, yeah. I guess that would be a little reckless. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll call you right back, okay?"
"Okay Rick. I'll be waiting," Michonne said, hoping he'd come up with something that would make it possible for them to see each other.
When they disconnected, Michonne took her purse and phone back into the bathroom and waited for Rick to call her back. She was breathing easy again, realizing that she was being silly earlier. He'd told her that he loved her, and she believed him, no matter how little time had passed since they'd known each other. She was smiling to herself in the bathroom when she heard the front door open and close. Mike was home. She looked at her phone and turned the ringer off. She kept it in her hand so when Rick called, she'd be able to feel the vibration.
"Babe, you home!" Mike called out.
Michonne considered not answering him at first, but realized she was being silly again. She couldn't avoid her husband, even if she wished with everything that was in her that she could.
"In the bathroom. I'll be out in a minute," she said, hoping that he would take the hint and not come in there with her.
Even though he didn't come in, he did come to talk to her from outside of the closed bathroom door.
"You okay baby? What are you doing in here?" he asked, wondering why she wasn't using the bathroom that was attached to their bedroom.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I had to use the bathroom really bad…" her phone started vibrating. Her eyes got huge, but she answered it anyway. She kept talking to him so that Rick would know Mike was there and she wouldn't be able to engage in a full conversation with him right then. She swiped her phone to connect the call. "...and I couldn't make it all the way to the bathroom in our room. I'll be out in a minute," she said again.
Rick was about to start speaking, but Michonne was obviously having a conversation with Mike and was about to hang up.
"One second," she whispered to him urgently.
"Okay," he whispered back though he didn't have to whisper. He was still outside in his car.
"Do you need anything?" Mike called through the door.
Rick could hear him and he instantly hated the guy. He'd thought he hated him earlier, but this was a new type of hate. He didn't want Mike getting Michonne anything. He wanted that job...exclusively.
"No, I'm fine. I'm gonna take a shower and I'll be out in a minute," she said for the third time.
"Okay. Listen, I'm beat babe. I'm going to bed. Don't take too long okay. You know I have a hard time sleeping if you're not next to me."
Michonne cringed knowing Rick could hear everything Mike was saying. She didn't respond to her husband, and thankfully, she heard his footfalls moving away from the bathroom.
When she was sure he was gone, she whispered to Rick, "I'm so sorry."
"There's no need to be sorry. It's something I guess I'm gonna have to get used to, though I have no fucking clue how. I don't like thinking about you lying next to him, or you waking up with him, or him kissing…"
"Stop, please," she whispered. She could detect a little anger in Rick's voice and it made her heart beat speed up a bit. "I know. I feel the exact same way," she whispered, "but we'll deal with it, right?"
"For how long?" Rick asked still a little heated at what he heard coming out of Mike's mouth, but trying to calm down for Michonne's sake. But not much. "I know I have no right to be angry right now, seeing as how I'm parked in front of the house I share with my wife, but I can't help it. You're mine," he growled at her.
Michonne closed her eyes as that possessive growl he gave her went from her ear and traveled through her body, landing on her clit.
"I know Rick, and you're mine," she whispered huskily. "And as soon as we're together again, I'm gonna show you just how much you belong to me."
She wanted to touch herself so bad at that moment, that she had to put her hand behind her back to keep it from creeping to her pussy, which was currently dripping… again.
"I can't fucking wait," Rick growled again, having no idea what his voice alone was doing to the woman on the other end of the phone. Then she moaned softly into his ear, and he got a pretty good idea.
"You want to show me right now, don't you?" he asked her, his voice low and intense.
Michonne was determined not to be the only one who got all hot and bothered. She quickly turned the tables on him.
"God yes," she whispered. "I'm standing in my bathroom right now, naked and so fucking wet. I had to put my hand behind my back to keep from rubbing my pussy. I want you so fucking bad right now Rick."
"Fuck baby. Jesus Christ," Rick moaned as his own hand went to his cock which was currently pushing his pants into a tent. He forced himself to stop. "Save it for me Michonne. Don't touch yourself, okay," he groaned.
"For how long?" she asked echoing the question he'd asked her earlier without even realizing it. He could hear the desperation in her voice. It matched his own perfectly.
"I made a reservation for us at the JW Marriott in Buckhead. I had to make special arrangements so that we could check in at 6 am. I don't have to be to work until 9 so we'll have a little time before I have to go in. When I get to work, I'm going to beg off and come back to you. Do you think you'll be able to spend the day with me?"
"Yes. Mike usually leaves the house between 6 and 7, so I'll be there as soon as it's safe for me to leave," she said, elated that she would be able to see Rick again so soon. "I know it'll be cutting it close and we won't get that much time together at first, but I'll wait there for you to come back to me and I'll make up the lost time to you," she whispered with a smile plastered across her face.
"I can't wait to see you again," he said with his eyes closed. He could see her there, behind his eyelids, but it was a sad substitution to the real thing.
"Me either Rick," she said softly, picturing his face, just as he was with her. "Are you still outside of your house?"
"Yeah."
"You'd better head on inside or you'll be out there all night and I'm gonna spend the night in this bathroom while we talk to each other."
He knew she was absolutely right, but he wasn't ready to hang up yet. "Just a few more minutes, okay?" he practically begged her.
"Okay," she granted him, secretly glad he asked. She didn't want to let him go either.
"You want to tell me about the surprise you have for me?" she asked him.
At first he had no clue what Michonne was talking about, but then he remembered The Cottage. "I do want to tell you, but I'm not going to. Not yet," he said smiling.
"Aww, pleeeease," she teased.
"Michonne," he said firmly. "I'm not gonna tell you. But I promise I'll take your mind off of it when I finally get to see you again," he said a little softer.
"I bet I can make you tell me," she said giggling softly. "After all, I'm gonna have all day long to work on you."
"Jesus," he whispered, thinking of what she was going to do to him. "We'll see who makes who do what tomorrow ma'am." Actually, just thinking about how he was going to spend his day tomorrow almost made him spill the beans right then.
"Challenge accepted," Michonne whispered. "Now, I think it's time we get off the phone," she said a little sadly.
"Okay," he said sounding just as sad. He looked up at his house and instantly regretted the fact that he'd have to actually go inside.
"I miss you already. What the fuck did you do to me?" Rick asked laughing into the phone.
"I could ask you the same thing sir," Michonne said. "Oh yeah. Check your face before you go inside. I think you might have my lipstick on your lips."
Rick looked at himself in the rearview mirror and sure enough, there was a slight red tint to his mouth. "Thanks baby," he said as he regrettably wiped it away.
"You're welcome. And when you're falling asleep next to her tonight, I want you to think about all the places I'm going to smear my lipstick on your body when I see you again," Michonne said feeling sexy and just a little mean spirited at the same time. She heard a low chuckle coming from Rick on the other end of the line.
"I love you Michonne," he said, not feeling even a little bit awkward about telling this woman he barely knew something so sacred.
"I love you too Rick," Michonne said, feeling just as confident as he did.
When they finally disconnected the call, Rick got out of his car and trudged his way up the steps and to his front door. He opened the door and was grateful for the darkness and the solitude. He took his shoes off at the door and placed his keys inside the 'key bowl' his son Carl made in his art class at school. He needed to hurry and get in the shower to wash off his recent activities. He headed for the steps, trying not to wake anyone, but wasn't successful.
"Hey, baby. You're home," Lori said raising up from the couch where she'd been waiting on him to come home.
"Hey," Rick said, though what he really wanted to say was 'SHIT!' "What are you doing down here?" he asked trying his best to keep the growing annoyance out of his voice.
"I guess I fell asleep waiting for you. So, did you have a good time on your night out with the boys?" she asked getting up to join him on the steps.
"Yeah, I did. They say they do it every Friday night. I told them I didn't think I could do it every Friday night, but I did have a good time, and I figure I could join them every now and then," Rick said. He knew his wife like the back of his hand and he knew exactly what her response would be to what he'd just said.
"Don't be silly baby. If you want to go out and have a little fun at the end of the week, you go on. You deserve it," she said smiling at her husband.
"Bingo!" Rick thought. But just as fast as that triumphant feeling overcame him, it left him just as quick and Rick's heart turned a flip. "It's the end of the fucking week! Tomorrow is Saturday! I don't fucking work on Saturday's! SHIT!" he screamed to himself. Lori could see something come over her husband, something he was distressed about.
"You okay sweetie? What's wrong?" she asked concerned for her husband.
Rick looked over at Lori, another idea coming to him.
"I'm fine. I just remembered, I have to work tomorrow. The Commissioner was supposed to head up this 'Community Outreach' symposium with some of the community leaders of Atlanta, but he's not sure if he's gonna be able to make it. Enter the Deputy Commissioner," he sighed, lying easily to his wife. "In fact, even if he is able to come, I should probably be there anyway. It starts at 8 am, but I'm gonna have to be there a little early. Sorry about this."
"Oh, it's okay. Carl asked if we could go back to Cedartown for the day anyway. He's missing Josh and I told him I'd ask you when you got back home."
"Lori, you don't have to ask me if you can take our son anywhere. Of course you can. It's just too bad I can't come along," Rick said, feeling like he was about to take flight. He couldn't believe his unbelievable stroke of luck!
They made their way up the stairs, Rick a little bit ahead of his wife.
"Boy, you must have had fun tonight," Lori said.
And just like that, that feeling of flying was replaced with a leaden dread.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You're shirt is untucked in the back Rick," Lori said.
He couldn't tell if she was mad, or if she suspected anything, but, he found that he really, honestly didn't care. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her right then why his shirt was untucked, but he had to think of Michonne. She wasn't ready yet (hence the dread he'd felt) and he was determined to wait for her.
"Oh yeah," Rick said looking back at his shirt and smiling. Lori thought he was smiling thinking of all the fun he had. She wasn't entirely wrong. "We got a little caught up in 'cuttin' loose'. That dart game was intense."
She laughed at him. "Did you win at least?" she asked as they continued up the stairs.
"I didn't have to pay for one drink all night," he said proudly. This actually wasn't a lie. He didn't have to pay for his drinks as he was the new guy. "I'm gonna hit the shower. I'm tired as hell and I have to get out of here early in the morning," Rick said trying to close this conversation as they made their way into their bedroom. Thankfully, Lori yawned.
"Okay honey. Do you think you'll be gone before we get up?"
"Probably. Tell Carl to have a good time. And you have a good time too, okay?" he said as he softly closed the bathroom door in his wife's face.
Next Morning
Michonne feigned sleep when Mike tried to wake her up before he started getting ready to go to work. She could feel his hard-on being pressed into her ass as he kissed her on the neck. She kept her eyes closed and ignored her husband, hoping he would just leave her alone and go get ready. Finally, she felt the bed dip as Mike gave up his quest for some morning lovin' and went to get in the shower. When she heard the water start, she opened her eyes and checked the clock on her bedside table. It was 6:03 am. This put a smile on her face. Mike would be gone in about 30 minutes and she planned to be gone a few minutes after he left. 10 minutes later the shower was turned off and Mike emerged, drying himself off.
Mike was trying his best to be quiet so as not to wake up Michonne. He hoped she'd wake up before he left for the day so he could talk to her. He didn't want to talk about anything in particular. He just wanted to talk. After he was dressed, he went downstairs to fix himself a quick breakfast. A couple of boiled eggs, some bacon and an english muffin. He made extra for Michonne, turning it into a breakfast sandwich, because he knew that was the way she liked it and placed it in the microwave oven for her. He also left her coffee in the pot. When he'd finished eating and she still hadn't come out of their bedroom, he went in there and decided to wake her up so that he could tell her goodbye.
"Hey baby," he whispered as he gently rubbed her back. Her eyes came open slowly and he smiled down at her. "You were really tired huh? I'm sorry to wake you, but I have to head out. I'll probably be home a little late tonight. This fucking job is a beast," he said.
"That's okay. I'll find something to do," Michonne said yawning. "There's a small seminar at Barnes & Noble about getting a good literary agent and writing query letters. I thought I'd check it out," Michonne lied.
"That's cool baby," he said as he bent over to kiss his wife. Michonne turned her head away from him so he kissed her cheek instead of her mouth, which he was aiming for.
She covered her mouth with her hand and mumbled, "morning breath," when she noticed the look on his face. He looked slightly hurt. Unfortunately, he would have to get used to that.
"Okay, baby. I'll see you tonight. Don't forget to eat today. I left your breakfast in the microwave," Mike said as he made his way out of the room.
"Thanks Mike. Have a good day," she said.
"Oh yeah. I can smell your breath all the way over here," he said jokingly. He felt strange about his and Michonne's morning interaction for some reason and couldn't put his finger on why.
"Shut up!" Michonne said laughing at her husband's joke.
He loved to see her smile and whenever she did, he felt okay. When she laughed at his joke, that weird feeling was pushed to the back of his mind where it would sit for months, hiding from him, making him forget about it, until it was too late.
Rick checked into the hotel at 6 o'clock on the dot. He'd gotten out of the house without too much interference. He did make a point to go and talk with his son before he left. He just wanted to tell him to have a good time and that he was sorry he couldn't come with him. Carl was half asleep and forgave his dad for his would be absence and then promptly dropped back to sleep.
Rick put on a pair of broken in, comfortable jeans, a clean white t-shirt and his cowboy boots. He thought better of the white t-shirt after thinking about it for a half a minute. White had the potential to pick up a lot, including another woman's lipstick (if he was lucky) so he changed into a dark gray one.
"Better," he thought, as he grabbed his blue blazer and headed out the door.
He didn't try to wake up his wife before he left and he didn't fix her breakfast. He had better things to do. There was a small moment when he felt like a huge asshole. He was cheating on his wife. He was about to blow up his life. Not only his life, but his kids lives as well. Carl's life. He would have to make it up to him after everything went to shit, but Rick decided he'd just cross that bridge when he got to it. Yeah, it was shitty, but he felt there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Rick paced the floor of the huge hotel room suite, checking his watch and looking at the door. It was only 6:30 and he knew it was gonna take Michonne at least another hour before she got there. He was anxious though. He could hardly wait to see her. He looked at his cell phone and decided to text her. He knew he was taking a risk, but he had to. Michonne told him that Mike left the house between 6 and 7 and it was now exactly that.
-Hey you. Room 1015 at the JW. Hurry-
He put his cell in his pocket after he sent the message and went to call the room service on the phone provided by the hotel.
"Hey, I need you to deliver breakfast to room 1015. Yeah, let me get a couple of Blood Peach Bellinis, better yet, can you just bring up a pitcher? Okay, great. Um, four of these butterscotch sticky buns," he said as he perused the menu. "Two of the blackberry and brie omelets, and lots and lots of bacon," he said hoping she'd like what he ordered for them.
"Is there any way to I can get some flowers?" he asked hopefully. "Oh great! Sweet Peas please," he said. Then after a beat, "Oh, um, purple would be great. Thanks… Yeah, that'll do it… Thank you."
He was very pleased with himself when he hung up the phone. He looked at the time again. 6:42. "Shit, is time going backwards?" he asked himself.
In order to pass the time, he turned on the television. The news was on and the extremely attractive male and female newscasters were talking about the massive pollution problem in China that was making a lot of people there sick. He looked on and witnessed an inordinate amount of people walking around some city in China, all of them wearing small white masks covering their mouths and noses. He wasn't really paying attention though. He kept looking at the door. Finally, he turned the TV off and stepped outside onto the terrace.
Atlanta was beautiful so early in the morning. The sun was peeking behind the clouds in the sky and he silently hoped it would rain. Hard. The idea of being locked up with Michonne while the world outside scattered to get under cover from a storm appealed to him. Then he curbed that thought. If it rained, Mike would probably have to leave whatever work site he was at, and he'd come home to find Michonne gone. He looked up at the sky, suddenly worried but realized that wasn't gonna happen. The sun was burning away the clouds already, and the sky was clear.
There was a knock at the door. He swung his head around and was suddenly nervous as hell. That didn't stop him from power walking to answer it though. When he did, he saw, in his opinion, the only thing capable of taking the shine away from the sun.
"Michonne," he sighed happily, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him. At first, he could only stare at her. She wore a simple white strapless sundress with a pattern of cherry blossoms down one side, that flattered her shape immensely. Her shoulders were exposed to him and it looked like her skin was glowing. She had stolen the sun's shine, he thought happily. Her locs were down around her face with small gold clips attached to a few of them.
"You're beautiful," he said to her in awe. He still couldn't believe that she was actually there, with him.
"So are you," she said softly, smiling up at him.
He gathered her up in his arms, hugging her tightly around her small waist. When she hugged him back, letting her hands run through his hair as she did, every fear he had regarding their future together fell away.
He lowered his head and kissed her shoulder, rubbing his hand up and down her back. He let his kisses trail up to her neck, where he kissed the bruise he'd created the night before. He kissed her under her chin. She turned her face toward his and he moved in on her soft, velvety lips. He kissed her some more before he sucked the top one into his mouth. Their tongues met and danced delicately around each other. Tasting.
Michonne tightened her arms around his neck and moaned into Rick's mouth. This is what she wanted. This was the morning kiss she'd been holding out for. Before she knew what was happening, her back met the door and Rick was pressed up against her, gently attacking her mouth with his own. After a couple of minutes, they stopped kissing and Rick rested his forehead on hers.
"I missed you so much," he said to her.
"I'm sorry. I got out as soon as I could," she said, rubbing his face, loving his scruffy beard.
"Don't apologize. I think I'd miss you if you just went to the bathroom," he laughed quietly. "Have you eaten anything yet?" he asked her, as they made their way into the room that was theirs for the day.
"No, I haven't," Michonne said, suddenly remembering the breakfast Mike told her he'd left in the microwave for her. She'd forgotten all about it.
"You like bacon?" he asked her.
"Yeah. Maybe a little too much," she joked.
"There is no such thing as liking bacon too much Ms. Michonne," he said.
She laughed at him and it made him happy to hear her laughter. It reminded him of wind-chimes.
"Did I tell you that you were beautiful?" he whispered, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"You did," she said, looking down at her feet.
It never ceased to amaze Michonne when someone told her that. She could remember growing up and having the exact opposite reaction from people. She was always told that her skin was too dark, her lips were too big, her nose was too wide, her hair was too kinky. There was always something about her that someone would point out to make her feel...less. Thank God for her mother, who told her repeatedly that she was beautiful. That she was the most perfect thing. Everyday, until the day she died, and eventually, Michonne started to believe it.
The knock at the door brought Michonne out of her own head.
"I ordered breakfast. I hope you like what I picked," he said as he went to answer the door.
"I'm sure I'll love whatever you chose," she called out to him as she sat and crossed her legs on the huge king sized bed, that despite how big it was, didn't dominate the huge room.
The server pushed a wheeled cart into their room with lots of dishes of different sizes, covered in silver domes, and some kind of drink which made her mouth water just looking at it.
"Good morning ma'am," the man with the food said to her, smiling.
"Good morning," she responded, and smiled back at him politely.
"Um, do you want me to set your table?" he asked her, now openly staring at her legs, not even aware of the danger he was in.
"No," Rick said harshly, making the guy jump. "We're just fine. Thank you," he said as he went to stand in front of Michonne, thereby blocking the interlopers view. Rick went in his pocket, pulled out a ten dollar bill, slapped it into the guy's hand (a little hard) and jerked his head toward the door. With his eyes alone, Rick pretty much told the guy to get the fuck out.
Realizing he may have overstepped just a taste, the poor guy quickly made his way to the door with Rick right on his tail. He looked at his tip as Rick opened the door, and was quite pleased. "Let us know if you…" Rick slammed the door in his face, effectively cutting off his spiel.
Michonne did her best not to giggle. "Come here you," she said standing up and holding her hand out to Rick.
When he got close to her, she kissed him on the lips and sat him on the bed with a small push in his chest. She then climbed into his lap and wrapped her arm around his neck. With the other hand on his cheek, she gently turned his head toward her.
"You okay?"
Rick moved his arm to encircle her waist while the other lay across her flat belly. "Did I make a spectacle of myself," he asked her, looking into her soft brown eyes.
"A little, but you were just so cute while you did it," she said unable to hold in her light laughter.
"Well, I'm just so glad you got a kick out of me acting like an idiot," he said, chuckling himself.
"I did. But you just remember, you're my idiot," she said.
"Always," he said and moved his face close to get a kiss.
Rick tightened his grip on Michonne's body, like he was afraid she was gonna fly away from him. Upon feeling how close he was holding her, Michonne tightened up her own grip slightly, though she moved her face away from him to stop the kiss.
"Where you going?" he asked her.
"Absolutely nowhere," she said, "but we'd better eat up before you have to leave."
"Oh shit, that's right. I don't have to go anywhere."
"Really?" she asked happily.
"Really. You got me all day Ms. Michonne," he said.
"Good," she sighed and sucked on his neck softly, making him moan. And then, just as quick as she'd started, she stopped. "Let's eat, before it gets cold, then I'm gonna convince you to tell me what my surprise is," she said, jumping out of his lap and making her way to the food cart.
Rick followed her and grabbed her from behind while she took the silver covers off of the food.
"You keep that up and you won't get a chance at this food," he said, rubbing his hardness into her ass.
"You'd deny me all of this fabulousness?" she asked, turning in his arms to face him.
"I'd never deny you anythang," he said. "Except knowing what your surprise is," he said smiling at her.
"Let's eat cowboy. I'm starving."
"Okay. Go on over there and have a seat," he said pointing to the small dining table near the window looking out over the city. "I'll bring you your food."
Michonne took off her shoes and went to sit down. She looked out the window and noticed there was a place to eat out on the terrace.
"Can we eat it outside?" she asked.
"Anything you want," he said looking up at her.
"I'll help you take this stuff out," she said as she walked over and grabbed the plate full of bacon and the pitcher of aromatic, peachy red liquid. "What is this? It smells wonderful."
"That darlin', is a pitcher of Blood Peach Bellinis. I've never had it before, but it sounded pretty good."
He grabbed the plates with the omelet and followed Michonne outside. He went back in to get the sticky buns and the napkins and went outside to have breakfast with his love. Before he went back in however, he heard Michonne's phone start to ring. As much as he didn't want to mention it, he knew he had to. They needed to be careful.
"Your phone's ringing Michonne," he said, trying not to pout. He put the food and napkins down and had a seat, regretting telling Michonne about her ringing phone since she was getting up to go answer it.
"I'll be right back," she said as she bent down to kiss him, trying to make him feel better.
Rick made himself not turn around and watch her. If it was Mike, he didn't want to hear her talking to him. Michonne came right back out however. He saw that she had her phone in her hand.
"It was my dad, but I missed the call. I'll call him back later," she said laying the phone on the table. "So, what did you order?"
"These are blackberry and brie omelets, and those are butterscotch sticky buns. That there is a plate of bacon," he said, pouring the both of them a Bellini.
"Ha ha," she said at his crack about the bacon. "What are these?" she said, running her fingers over the dainty purple flowers.
"Those are Sweet Peas. Do you like them?"
"They're beautiful."
She took one of the little flowers out of its vase and smelled it. It's aroma was not too strong. In fact, it was very delicate. Rick plucked the flower from her hand and put it in her hair. "Now it's beautiful," he told her.
They ate in an unrestrained, comfortable silence that's usually reserved for those couples that have been together for years and years. The peach Bellini's were sweet, crisp, and had just the right amount of vodka in them.
When they were done, Rick stood up and held his hand out to Michonne in order to lead them back into the room. She took it, suddenly very shy for some reason. She felt like a teenager and she laughed at the notion.
"What's so funny?" Rick asked, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her shoulder again. He couldn't seem to get enough of them.
"I was just thinking of how this," she said indicating the two of them, "makes me feel."
"And how's that?" Rick asked as he kissed his way across her clavicle bone.
"I feel like a kid again. Like I'm in this new, fresh and exciting relationship and I can only look ahead at all of the great things to come. Don't you remember...ohh," Michonne moaned as Rick slipped her sundress down and tongued her nipple. "Don't you remember," she said breathing just a little harder, "when you got a new girlfriend in highschool? Someone that you had your eye on and you finally talk to them and you discover they like you just as much as you like them. Remember how good that made you feel?" Michonne moaned.
She knew she was rambling, but she really couldn't be blamed for that considering what Rick was doing to her tits.
"Lori was the only girlfriend I ever had in highschool and believe me when I tell you, it didn't feel half as good as this." Rick said kissing Michonne on the lips.
Michonne pushed Rick's blazer down his arms and off onto the floor. She grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Rick pulled Michonne's dress the rest of the way down her body. It was already down past her breasts and all it took was a small tug to get rid of it completely.
Rick and Michonne walked to the foot of the bed and he turned so she was facing the huge pillowy surface. Coming up behind her, he reached around her body, gently pinching her breast with one hand and moved her hair to the side, away from her neck, with the other. When her neck was available to him, he licked and sucked at her smooth brown skin. Michonne wrapped her arm around Rick's head from behind and fingered his curls because she knew he liked it. Proven when he pushed his denim covered cock into her backside, moaning her name into her neck. He was tasting her skin, and as much as he loved it, it wasn't enough.
Kissing her once more, he pulled back and went to his knees behind her. He ran his hands up along her outer thighs until he got to her panties, where he hooked them with his fingers and slowly pulled them down.
"Step out, baby," he said.
He threw her panties on top of the growing pile of their clothes and turned his attention to the most magnificent ass he'd ever seen. Rick began kissing and sucking at the soft flesh while Michonne tried her best to keep her legs from giving out on her. She was relieved when she felt Rick gently push at the small of her back, indicating that she should bend over onto the bed. The bed was perfectly tall enough for what he wanted. He lifted one of Michonne's legs and had her place it on the bed, and bend it at the knee. When she did this, she was open to him. His eyes level with her wet pussy. He leaned in and kissed her thighs, her ass, and the back of her knee. He watched as she trembled under his kisses, knowing she was desperate for him to get to her soft and sticky center. And he did, because, he too was trembling with anticipation.
He pulled her body back toward him and placed her other leg on the bed, bent at the knee just like the other so that she was wide open to him. Now Michonne was hanging off the bed, only secured by Rick's hands and mouth which was latched securely onto her pussy. Michonne had never experienced anything like it. She felt like she was floating. She could feel Rick's full pink lips sucking on her clit as if he was trying to get juice from it. If he kept up the pace he was using, he would get it. He stopped sucking and licked her pussy, separating her swollen slick lips so that he could get at her hole. He slurped at her, causing her to move her hips back at his face, like she was trying to drown him in her pre cum. She raised up on her elbows and looked back only able to see the top of Rick's head as he went to work on her.
He was currently holding her up by placing her legs that were no longer supported by the bed, across his arms while his hands rested on her ass. She had no control, and she could give a fuck. Rick grabbed her ass and parted her cheeks and proceeded to lick her crease from the top of her ass all the way back down to her clit. Over and over again. Michonne could feel her face heating up. That heat started traveling downwards, touching her shoulders, radiating down her back and rolling around to her core. When it hit her pussy, she cried out. She couldn't readily identify the words she was feeling, but she didn't have to. Rick knew exactly what she meant. He quickly flipped her over so that her back was on the bed, but he was still holding up her lower body and attacked her clit, sucking it between his lips and swishing it back and forth with the very tip of his tongue.
"Rick," she moaned, not knowing what else to say. The combination of him sucking at her, his beard scratching at her thighs and the smacking noises he was making as he ate her out was enough to send Michonne right over the edge.
"Oh god...don't stop," she begged him. She grabbed his hair to get some kind of purchase, trying to balance herself as her hips writhed while she fucked his face. She was in desperate need for completion.
"Right there...right there Rick...I'm coming!" she yelled, not caring if the people in the next room could hear her as she came all over his face.
Rick stopped the intense sucking of Michonne's clit and just licked her softly until she was finished. He, on the other hand, was just getting started.
"You okay," he asked, as he pushed her body up, so that her ass could once again rest on the bed, and stood between the space she made with her opened thighs. She just nodded her head, too outdone to even speak. Rick unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. When Michonne heard the 'tinkle' of the belt being unbuckled, she looked up at Rick standing in front her with her juices all over his mouth, smirking like the cat that got the cream. Her legs were gapped open so widely, it made her hips ache a little, but she didn't care. She rubbed her pussy slowly as she watched him take off his pants, which sent that smirk of his to parts unknown. He let his pants and boxers fall to the ground, stepping out of them as he bent his body over Michonne. She could see his cock, huge and bobbing up and down in front of him as he moved them both to the top of the bed. Michonne was hypnotized. Rick pulled the comforter, blanket and top sheet back, lifting her up gently so that he could move them to the bottom of the bed.
"I want to see every inch of you," he said as he kicked all of the bedcovers onto the floor.
Michonne grabbed Rick's face and proceeded to lick her own essence from his mouth, sucking his lips in between her own. To Rick, it was the most erotic thing he'd experienced to date and suddenly, he didn't want to spend another minute not being inside of her.
Rick grabbed his cock and slid the head up and down Michonne's moist slit, coating himself with her wetness.
"You ready for me?" he asked as he slipped just the head of his cock into her and pulled it back out.
Michonne nodded her head eagerly.
"Tell me then," he said as he slipped inside her again, and again just the tip and just for a second.
"Don't tease me, baby. I need you to fuck me."
Looking Michonne in her eyes, Rick slipped into her tight pussy. He pulled back a little, and pushed again, getting even more of his cock into her. He was torturously slow as he fucked her not wanting to hurt her. It took everything in him not to slam his cock into her and fuck her until he and she both came screaming, but he didn't want to cause her any pain. Once he hit her bottom, he had to stop for a second as he was on the verge of coming. Michonne's cunt was virtually massaging him. It felt like she was lined with velvet. Warm, soft velvet. He needed to get his head together.
"You okay?" she asked him, growing concerned as he'd stopped moving.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just...don't...move. Not if you don't want this to be over sooner than later," he said smiling at her.
"Are you gonna come," she whispered to him as she just barely tightened her pussy around him.
"Michonne, babe, please. I'm right fucking there," he said. She knew he was. The sweat collecting on his brow was a dead give-away.
She squeezed his cock again, just a little so that he could feel it but it wouldn't send him over the edge. Not yet. "But, don't you wanna come?" she asked, teasing him.
"Fuck."
"I'm trying to, but you won't let me," Michonne said as she rolled her hips.
"Michonne, I'm warning you sweetheart," Rick growled at her, trying his best to calm down.
"You want me to stop?" she asked him innocently.
"Yes baby. Just for a second. I'm not ready to come yet," he whispered.
"OK. Just tell me what my surprise is."
Rick looked at her like she'd grown an extra head. "What? Are you kidding me?"
"Are you gonna tell me?"
"No...!" he said, managing to yell and laugh at the same time.
"Okay," Michonne said in a deceptively sweet sing-song voice.
She began rolling her hips in earnest, slamming herself into him, squeezing and loosening her cunt around his girth over and over. Rick couldn't take it anymore. He buried his face in her hair and just let his own hips go to work. The enthusiasm in which he fucked Michonne was something he didn't think he had in him. Never before had sex been this fucking intense for him.
Even though Michonne initiated it and was in complete control a few minutes ago, the tables (to Michonne's delight) were quickly turned. Rick was in control now, and Michonne let him have it...this time.
Rick grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, holding both of her small wrists in one of his hands. He braced himself on his elbow with his other arm and proceeded to fuck Michonne until she was screaming his name. He was so close to the edge he knew he wasn't gonna last long, but he couldn't stop.
"Wrap your legs around me baby," he grunted, and was satisfied when he felt those long beautiful legs circle his waist, allowing him to go deeper within her, striking her bottom with every stroke.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck, I'm gonna come!" he said as he started to pull out.
Michonne tightened her grip on his waist with her legs, not letting him out. "I'm on the pill," she said hurriedly.
Rick stopped trying to escape and kissed her deeply as he fucked her with true purpose, grunting as deeply as his thrusts.
Michonne bit down on her bottom lip and she came again to her utter surprise.
"Oh shit," Rick gasped, as he felt her become impossibly tight around him again and came as well...hard. He roared out his release as he shot his cum into her warm and slippery pocket.
Rick and Michonne lay in bed, him still inside her and not wanting to move, panting. Finally after a couple of minutes, Rick rolled over and pulled Michonne into his side.
"I know of this place called The Cottage a few miles away. I was gonna rent it for a week so that we can be together, uninterrupted. I just need to know when you can get away and I'll do the same. That's your surprise," Rick said when he got enough air in his lungs and was allowed to speak again.
Michonne smiled into Rick's chest and murmured, "I win," before she dropped off to sleep.
"I think that might have been a tie," Rick said, and went to sleep himself.
Out on the terrace, Michonne's phone rang and rang. It wasn't her father this time, but just like before, it went unanswered.
Mike gave up and disconnected the call. He was excited to tell Michonne about the new job his company just acquired. He would get to build a new community center for the kids of Atlanta, which would be connected to police headquarters downtown. It was exciting and a step in the right direction for police/community relations. He'd agreed to do it for a quarter of what a job this big would actually cost. They were putting in two pools, indoor and outdoor; tennis courts; basketball courts; a computer room; a game room; and a few classrooms. The project wasn't going to be underway for about 6 more months, and he still needed to meet the Deputy Commissioner since he would be the man Mike would be collaborating with regarding this huge undertaking, but he was excited. He just wished he could get in touch with his wife.
An hour after Michonne and Rick dropped off into a very satisfied sleep, Rick felt something warm and amazing on his cock. He didn't want to open his eyes, but he knew he had to in order to find out what in the hell was going on down there. He opened them when that wonderful feeling went away, and he started to protest, but Michonne slipped one of his balls into her mouth and he was rendered speechless.
Michonne looked up to see those now, cloudy blue eyes looking down at her, and smiled around her mouthful. She gripped Rick's cock gently and began to stroke him as she popped one of his balls out of her mouth and sucked on the other one.
"Jesus," he moaned softly.
She kept stroking close to his base as she licked up Rick's hard shaft and circled the head with her tongue. His pre cum oozed from him and she sipped at it and pulled back, letting the sticky fluid cling to her lips, creating a stringy connection from her mouth to his cock.
Rick's eyes almost popped out of his head at the visual she was providing him.
Michonne licked her lips, subsequently breaking the connection and continued to stroke his cock, using the flowing clear liquid to give him a smooth hand-job. She ran her thumb over the head of his prick, and his hips jerked up towards her. She lowered her mouth on him and kept going until he was practically in her throat. She relaxed, swallowed, and hummed around his cock. He shouted, "Michonne!" and he proceeded to come with his hands in her hair. She pulled back a little and caught his climax in her mouth, sucking him dry as he helped her to move her head up and down his shaft.
When he was finished, Michonne sat up between his legs and smiled at him.
"How was that?" she asked him as she wiped a little excess come from the corner of her mouth with her finger and sucked it back into her mouth.
"I...I...that…" Rick muttered like an adorable idiot.
Michonne smirked at him. "That's okay. I can guess," she said as she lay down on his chest.
"It was fucking amazing," Rick said in awe.
"Well, I had to pay you back for earlier. I didn't want you to think you were the only one with an excellent head game," she said giggling.
"Are you kidding. Last night in the backseat of my car is imprinted on my brain," he said hugging her tightly.
"Good."
It was currently 11:45, almost lunch time, and Rick wanted to feed Michonne again.
"You hungry?" he asked her softly, kissing her hair.
"Despite that huge breakfast, I could definitely eat again," Michonne said.
"Well, you did work up an appetite darlin'," he said smiling into her hair.
"That I did," she answered. "You order something, while I go to the bathroom," Michonne said trying to get up. Rick wasn't ready to let her go yet.
"Kiss me first?" he asked her.
She smiled at his sweetness and gave him what he wanted. When they were both satisfied, Rick let go of the death grip he had around her waist and watched as she walked into the bathroom. He was about to tell her to leave the door open, but figured that was just too fucking weird. He picked up the phone and dialed room service.
"Hey baby," he yelled through the closed bathroom door, "you're not allergic to anything are you?" "Just one minute," he said when the phone was answered.
"No, I'm not, but I hate beets," she yelled back.
"Got it," he said to her and nixed the idea for the roasted baby beet salad.
He ordered a cheese board, whatever the fuck that was, and a couple of Nox Creek Cobb salads which he hoped he didn't end up regretting since it was sprinkled with a good helping of boiled eggs. One grilled Angus burger and fries for himself and a Turkey club for Michonne. He also ordered a bottle of Perrier-Jouët.
"Yeah, that'll do it...thanks."
Rick hung up the phone and turned to find Michonne standing there, smiling at him.
"What are you smiling at Ms. Michonne," he asked as he walked over to her, or stalked, depending on how you look at it.
"You," she said as he gathered her in his arms. "I'm so glad we're able to be together like this. I just…"
"Tell me," he said as he led her over to the bed so that they could sit down and talk.
Michonne looked down at her lap, trying to figure out where to start. Rick's heart started to beat painfully in his chest and he said a silent prayer that she wasn't having second thoughts about them.
"Michonne," he said worried when she still hadn't spoken.
She looked up at him and sighed. Rick thought he felt his heart stop.
"This morning...with Mike," she started.
"No, no, no Michonne, please," he said trying to get up from the bed. "I can't," he whispered.
She held on to his hand and stood up in front of him. "Listen to me Rick, please?"
After a few seconds, he nodded his head begrudgingly and stayed silent.
"This morning, he wanted to make love," Rick moaned and tried to move away again, "but I couldn't do it," she said quickly, to stop the torture. "I couldn't do it Rick. I pretended I was asleep until he just left me alone."
Rick's shoulders had become as tense as a steel cord, but now he relaxed and let out a sigh of relief. He grabbed Michonne and hugged her so tightly, she had a little trouble breathing, but she let him continue, knowing she caused him just a little pain when she couldn't get her words out correctly. She rubbed his back and he slowly relaxed his grip on her. She led them back to the bed where they sat down, but Rick pulled her into his lap and lay his head in the crook of her neck. She rubbed his hair.
"Do you see the problem?" she asked him gently.
He nodded his head. "I left so early that she was still asleep, but, we're gonna have to face this with them eventually."
"I love you Rick, and hiding us isn't right. It's gonna be painful, and shitty, and difficult, but as long as we have each other, I think we'll be okay."
"I know we will be," he said as he looked in her eyes. "When do we tell them?" he asked, both anxious to get that part over with so he could be with Michonne without hiding it, and scared to death at the same time.
Michonne didn't have an answer as to when.
"I have no idea sweetheart, but it's gonna have to be soon," she said as she rubbed his face. "I can't bear to think of you with her. Being with her like you're with me. I just can't," she said quietly.
"Hey, hey," he whispered. "You don't have to worry about that. Baby, I'm determined for us to spend a long time gettin' to know each other. But one thing you need to know about me now: I'd never do that to you. You're all I want, I need you to believe that. You do, don't you?" he asked her.
She nodded her head and looked at him. "I do baby, but shit happens and…"
"Never, Michonne." Rick said firmly, looking into her eyes unflinchingly. "She and I will never be together again. Not that way."
"Let's promise each other. Promise me," she said desperately.
"I promise darlin'." Rick said smiling at her.
"Me too," Michonne said. "I promise too. So, we're gonna have to tell them soon."
"How about tomorrow?" Rick asked hopefully. "I'll keep this hotel room for the rest of this week and we can stay here after we tell them. Until we get something together," Rick said.
"Really? Tomorrow?" Michonne said feeling elated and frightened at the same time.
"You don't want to do it tomorrow?" Rick asked, a little disappointed.
"No, I don't," Michonne said. Rick's face fell. "I want to do it tonight," she said as she repositioned herself on his lap. She'd been in that bathroom thinking about Rick with his wife and she needed something to relieve her of that image. Something that reminded her, and him, that he was hers.
She rubbed herself on his cock which was slowly coming back to life for her. He kissed her neck and she let her head fall back and savored the attention he was giving her. She kept sliding her pussy against the shaft of his cock and it wasn't long before she could have him inside of her. She seemed on a mission to Rick, like she really needed him and he was glad to give of himself. He lifted her by the waist and watched as she grabbed his dick and lined his head with her hole. She pushed herself down onto him, groaning in pleasure as she felt him fill her up, leaving no space for anything except himself. When she was seated comfortably, Rick stood up and walked to the side of the bed. He took her tit in his mouth and sucked at her while he lay them down. She hissed when he let his teeth clamp down onto her nipple. He licked at her after the little bite, asking for forgiveness.
Rick was slow and gentle with Michonne, and she was the same with him. They didn't hurry or rush to get to their individual completions. They truly indulged in each other this time, and realized that their declarations of love earlier, while true, were just a fraction of how they actually felt about each other.
Michonne was in the bathroom when their lunch finally came. It was the same guy that delivered their breakfast, but he seemed to keep his neck stiff and his eyes in his head this time. Rick smiled to himself and thought about apologizing to the guy for being an asshole earlier. Then he remembered the tip he gave the guy, and decided, that was apology enough. After the guy left, Rick looked at the bathroom door. He wanted to go in there so badly that he had his hand on the doorknob before he realized what he was doing. Michonne had taken her phone in the bathroom with her because she had seen that Mike had called and left a message. He let go of the doorknob and stepped back, deciding to set their food up on the terrace outside since that's what Michonne liked.
He wasn't quite finished when he turned to check if Michonne was coming out yet. Indeed she was, but the look on her face made him forget everything he was doing.
"What's wrong Michonne?"
"Listen to this," she said.
She played Mike's voicemail for Rick.
"Fuck," he said. "Did you call him back?"
"No. I wouldn't know what to say."
Those "let's tell them tonight" plans were now shot to shit.
"We're in trouble."
