Chapter 2: A Chance Kiss
"While someone was busy dreaming about their momma, the rest of us dudes had our hands full.", said Abe holding a bloodied axe.
"Sorry, I over slept. What's happening.", Rick asked and promptly got out of bed.
"A herd was passing through and about forty of 'em got in.", reported Daryl.
"How?", Rick asked while he strapped on his gun holster about his waist."
"The west gate came off at its hinges. Thanks to Michonne and her quick thinking, she went out in the fields and created a diversion and drew the herd away.", Glenn said.
Rick heart skipped a beat upon hearing Michonne' s name spoken. He didn't deny that he liked her and thought about her a lot. Every day in fact. All day. Especially at nights. So much so, he saw her in his dreams. He had a bad case of tonsillitis and Herschel gave him antibiotics and although they worked, they make him sleepy and made his dreams vivid. His dreams were so vivid and nice that he wished he didn't have to wake up. For in them, Michonne was his wife and the world was no longer filled with despair and death. He, Carl, Judith and Michonne all lived together, freely, without fear of walkers or cannibal rapists. They lived as one happy family. That was his dream. To someday take Michonne as his wife.
"Did anyone get hurt?", Rick asked.
"Nope. But, we gotta move quick and dispose of the bodies. It looks like its gonna rain tonight.", Abe replied.
Rick followed the men outside to assess the situation and help clear the bodies left behind. By this Michonne had returned and had already been helping the others to remove the carcasses. He watched from the sidelines Michonne and Maggie pile the bodies onto a flat bed truck. He teamed up with Daryl and together they carried bodies and loaded them onto the truck too.
When they were all done and secured the faulty gate, Rick went with Michonne to burn the bodies. They drove the truck piled with around forty smelly, rotting and properly dead walkers beyond the gates not far away from the compound. After locating a suitable spot in the fields, Rick parked the truck and Michonne got out taking with her a large can of gasoline. He flipped one of the switches on the dash-board and the front end of the bed slowly raised up by about thirty degrees causing the bodies to slide and tumble off its surface onto the ground. Michonne keeping a close watch, beckoned him to move the truck forward once all of the bodies were on the ground and in a relatively organized pile.
Rick drove and parked the truck at a safe distance away and turned off the ignition. He hopped out the vehicle and walked up to join her. He watched her sprinkle the bodies with gasoline. Her tank top already soaked in her sweat, clinged sensually to her round full womanly breasts. He could tell that she was not wearing any bra. Not that she needed to as her lovely puppies were firm but juicy enough to bounce about as she vigorously shook the can. The top half of her tities jiggled and her nipples poked through the fabric.
Paying close attention to her chest, one word came to his decadent mind, "Milkie". The thought of sucking on them made his blood rush to his groin. His manhood began to stirr and rapidly lengthen. For a spit second, he didn't care if his penis busted out of his pants and saluted her. As he watched her douse and sprinkle the last of the gasoline on the bodies, he licked his lips thinking about the dream he had earlier, of being cradled in her arms and sucking upon her delicious bosoms like a hungry babe.
Finally, after the can was empty, she stood back and lighted a match and threw it onto the pile. She walked over to where Rick was and they both watched the flames grow and engulf the corpses.
"I heard you drew the herd away. Thank you for saving our lives today.", Rick began. By this, his dick had calmed down and receded to a safe and non-threatening size.
"Oh hey, 'twas nothin'. You would've done the same.", Michonne answered as she looked ahead at the burning bodies.
After a long enough pause. Rick turned to her and said,
"Michonne, I was wondering if you wanted to ..."
"To what Rick. To go for coffee?", Michonne suddenly interjected.
"I...I", Rick stuttered nervously. Caught off guard, he struggled to find the appropriate words.
"What are you thinking? That we go out for coffee and dates. I don't want us to go for coffee and I don't want to go on dates. Haven't you noticed, life is pretty short these days. Who has time for any of that? Alright?", Michonne said sharply and folded her arms under her breasts.
Rick nodded and believed he was getting nowhere and based on her response, thought that his chances were pretty much over. Then he said, "Fuck it." and turned to her, wrapped his arms about her tiny waist and pulled her close. He looked deeply into her brown almond shaped eyes and kissed her lips at first softly then passionately. Michonne was surprised by his move but welcomed it. For she too wanted him as much as he wanted her. For a while, she had reserved a special place in her heart for him. She closed her eyes and tasted his kisses. She felt weak at the knees but in a good way. It had been a while for them to be in the company of the opposite sex like this. But, as far as Michonne was concerned, Rick was the best kisser she'd ever had. And as far as Rick was concerned, so was she.
Both opened up their mouths slightly and allowed each other access to their tongues.
"Hmm, you taste so good.", Michonne sighed under his breath and she melted under his embrace.
"Oh, Michonne, so do you, so do you.", Rick replied and continued enjoying her mouth and her soft curves.
From afar, everyone watched the pair kiss in the open fields while next to them, bodies were being cremated.
"I think Rick just found his Mommy.", Abe remarked with a smirk.
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