Chapter 2:
"He sounds like a stalker! He was just waiting outside our apartment?! What kind of creep-"
"He was at the neighbour's house, he said he's friends with Dixon, Andrea", Michonne explained in breathy tone as she yanked her tightest pair of jeans up, "We're going to a bar-"
"Hey listen, I'm all for the 'get your leg over another to get over the other' thing but I don't think this one is the one to do it with-"
"What? I'm not using him to get over Mike? I don't… I don't think I am? He's cute and I'm bored so-"
"Just make sure you write down his licence plate number… and don't go to some dingy little bar either, go somewhere well lit… and take the drink straight from the bartender's hand, don't let him handle it-"
"Andrea I don't get and creep vibe from him. I mean he's coming on a little strong and I'm not sure if I'm really ready for all of that but he's seems sweet-"
"Don't leave your drink unattended!"
Michonne huffed as she stood up, feeling light headed from rushing around her room, "Okay, got it. Look, are you coming back here later?"
"Depends. Things are looking a little small from where I'm standing-"
"Can he hear you?!", Michonne frowned at her phone in horror.
"Course not! I ran out to take your call. He's cute and he's a little on the simple side, but his arms are huge and I'm trying to see what's happening under that shirt-"
"And this is where I leave you. Maybe I'll see you later?"
"Yeah maybe. I'll call you"
"Alright, bye!"
After checking herself in the mirror from every angle her neck would allow, Michonne raced out of the apartment she shared with Andrea, feeling only a little apprehensive about the night ahead. Despite her best friend's reservations, Rick appeared to be rather sincere, and she wanted a chance to clear her mind by focusing on somebody new.
"Oh, wow. You… really did, uh-", Was his response to her outfit, his steely blue gaze scanning her from head to toe, "I mean, you look great"
She giggled, moving her dreads from her shoulder, "Thank you… So, ready?"
"Very", He opened the passenger door for her, then stepped aside to allow her in his vehicle.
Michonne happily hopped in, making a quick and discreet sweep of any items in view, trying to get a feel of the kind of person he was. Nothing stood out to her, and so she sat back and fastened her seatbelt, when her foot hit something under the seat, followed by some sort of nursery rhyme tune. She reached down and picked up the duck that little up and sang, narrowing her eyes at the toy, then Rick as he took his place in the front seat.
"Ah… you found it", He sighed, "It's my son's"
She slowly nodded, "Oh… How old is he?"
"He just turned three", He explained as he started his truck.
Michonne placed the toy beside her on the seat, "Surprised you have time to go out?"
"I don't. He's with his grandmother for the night but the rest of the time it's just the two of us"
Her heart sank, wondering if his son's mother had passed away, "Oh, I'm sorry"
He must have picked up on her sombre tone, as he glanced at her, "His mother's not dead, If that's what you're-"
"Oh!", She slapped her hand to her chest, "Oh, sorry, I thought- because of how you said…"
He bit his lip as he chuckled silently, "My mistake, no she's just not around"
"Okay, I get it. Well sorry about that too, and I'm glad she's not… dead", Michonne could have kicked herself, "Um, so taking the conversation off… not dead people…"
He laughed louder, "We'll avoid that topic"
Michonne tried not to fidget nervously, "So you were born and raised here?"
"Yeah, all my life so far. I haven't really been anywhere else"
"Really? No vacations away?"
He shook his head as he glanced at her again, "Not really somethan' I've wanted to do… What about you?"
"I just moved from Atlanta, actually. I go to college there but it's cheaper for Andrea and I to live out here"
"What are studying?"
"Law"
His eyebrows sprung up, "Oh? You thinking about becoming a lawyer?"
"I am. I'm working as a secretary right now at that firm in town"
"Really? Surprised I haven't seen you… We're always working with them"
She waved her hand dismissively, "That's a good thing because I look like a boring wallflower in my work clothes"
He smirked, "I can bet my right arm that's probably not true"
Michonne felt the blood rush to her cheeks, "Your arm, huh? You must not need that then"
Laughter erupted from him again, and something about seeing him grin sent a delightful little shiver through her body. He looked over at her again, "So you'll be in town for a while?"
"I should be. I like it here, it has a great vibe"
"It is a great place. Not sure it has as many stores as you city girls are used to…"
She snorted at him playfully, "I don't shop that often, maybe once a week?"
"Once a week, huh?", His face fell as he stared out the windshield blankly, "...Oh, well uh… that's not that bad, I guess?"
"It's not really, compared to other people", She insisted innocently.
He slowly nodded his head, "...Well yeah, that's true"
Michonne was quickly finding Rick quite adorable, and unable to keep her eyes off him for too long, especially when he would steal a glance at her while he drive.
He took her to a bar that she was becoming familiar with, ran by a slightly older man with a thick black beard. She was getting comfortable with the people in Kings County, so greeted the man with a warm smile, "Hey Dale"
"Hey there!", The man smiled, his eyes darting back and forth between her and Rick, "Hop on a stool, I'll be with you in a second"
Rick peered at her curiously, "You come here often then?"
"I guess you can say that", She took a seat on the bar stool, "It's a nice little place, and I like the music"
"You like this music?", He began to smile as he sat beside her, "I can barely stand it myself"
"What? You should like it more than me!"
"Maybe because I've grown up hearing it constantly", He shrugged, "I was tired of it before I could even walk"
"So we can't go dancing then?", She teased, resting her forearms on the bar.
Rick cringed, "I'm a terrible dancer anyway"
"I don't believe that", She snorted, looking towards Dale as he approached them.
"Rick here, always gets a scotch on the rocks", The man explained as he slid the glass over to Rick, "And here are your shots"
Rick's frowned as he watched Dale slide four little glasses in front of Michonne, "...Uh-"
"I won't drink anything else", She explained after draining one of the glasses already, "Four shots is all I need… sometimes"
"Oh?"
"Yeah", She smiled, feeling slightly more relaxed knowing she had anything drink within arm's reach, "So… tell me everything I need to know about Rick Grimes?"
In hindsight, Michonne would have picked somewhere else to go on her date with Rick, as she revelled in the fact that she was young and able to drink more than necessary, and she did just that as the night progressed, so it came as no surprise to her that she couldn't remember when they had left the bar and ended up outside her home, kissing feverishly against the wall.
"How about… you open the door?", Rick muttered against her lips, his eyes looking towards her apartment.
"Pick me up", She demanded, her hands clamped at the base of his neck as she licked his bottom lip.
Rick did as he was told with ease, wrapping her legs around his waist, "This is great… but… can we go inside?"
Michonne kissed along his jaw, "I don't know where my keys are…"
"That sounds like a problem then, Michonne?", Rick pointed out, appearing to have snapped out of his horny haze.
"Sasha… key", She began kissing him again, pushing her tongue between his lips, moaning loudly when he kissed her back, her fingers combing through his hair. He groaned, pinning her against the wall so she felt his swollen length against her crotch, sending a shiver down her spine.
"The door… a key….", Was all Michonne could hear him whisper, but she couldn't fathom the need to go inside, she would have had him right there and then.
"Shhh!", She insisted, "Just… put your hand on my ass-"
The sound of someone clearing their throat nearby cause Rick to whip his head around, "Oh… boy"
Michonne wasn't expecting to see Daryl at his front door, wearing his sweatpants, holding a garbage bag in his hand, his eyes bouncing back and forth between them as he muttered, "How y'all doing?"
"Great!", She smiled, a little too intoxicated to care that she was caught in a compromising position.
"I can see that", Daryl replied casually, "...So where are y'all coming from this time of night?"
"The bar. Rick's really fun-"
"Okay, well uh… Michonne can't find…", Rick finally put her down, "Her key? She said somethan' about Sasha?"
Daryl slowly nodded, as he took a small step back into his home, reaching for something out of view, all while he continue to look at them. He swiftly produced a silver key, "Here ya' go"
Michonne walked over unsteadily to retrieve it, biting her lips together as she tried not to giggle. Rick had resorted to pinching his nose bridge with his head bowed, refusing to look up.
Everyone remained silent as Michonne opened the door, then strolled back over to Daryl to give the key back, "Thanks Dixon"
"No problem. You two enjoy yourselves", He grinned evilly at her.
"Oh, we will-"
"Alright, let's get you inside", Rick urged, taking Michonne by the waist, "Maybe get you some coffee…"
"Bye Dixon!", She chimed, waving at him from over her shoulder.
"Y'all have a good night!"
"Quiet you!", Rick hissed back his friend, obviously trying to ignore the man as he snickered.
Michonne began stripping off her clothes as soon as they walked through the door, throwing her shirt one way and her bra the other, while Rick held his hands up to stop her, "Maybe we really should get you some coffee..."
She silenced him with her lips and placing her hands on her ass. If she was in her sober mind she would have enjoyed having a hot beverage with him while sat on her sofa, but she found the man simply beautiful, and having spent most of the evening staring at his lips, she wasn't going to waste another minute talking.
"My bedroom", She ordered, pulling him by his belt buckle to follow her, "Now"
He grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her in the air, allowing her to wrap her legs around him once more, "Where?"
"Down... the… hall", She informed, using one hand to undo his shirt buttons.
"...Which-"
"That one!", When he was finally able to find her bedroom, he placed her on the bed before ridding himself of his clothes, but Michonne wasn't faced with such an easy task, "Can you help me… please?"
He took hold of her ankle and began tugging her jeans off, "Were these sewn on?"
"You could say that…", She smirked, pulling them off from her thigh, "Just rip them off"
"Yeah?", He raised an eyebrow at her, gathering as much material as he could in both hands, then proceeded to yanked the jeans from her body.
Michonne bit her lip as she looked up at him, "Lay down"
"Yes ma'am"
She retrieved a condom from her nightstand and opened it with her teeth while Rick did as he was told, laying down in the centre of her bed. She handed him the protection, giving her the opportunity to remove her thong and straddle him, when her eyes fell along his impressive length, leaving her to mutter to herself, "Well…"
"What's wrong?", He quizzed, his hands stroking her thighs tenderly.
"Nothing", She purred, taking him in her hand and slowly easing him inside her, "Nothing at all…"
It took some time but she was able to swallow him whole, and he did more than just fill her, as she was sure she could feel every vein and curve of him. She was sure she heard him growl, but she couldn't be sure, as she was too busy getting comfortable, rolling her hips around in small circles.
"I should probably let you know…", He breathed, his fingers gripping her thighs, "It's been a while so-"
"We should get this first round out the way?", She opened her eyes and peered down at him, "Alright"
She placed both hands on his chest and lifted herself until only his tip remained inside her, then came down on him with a little force, enough to make his eyes widen and her own breath hitch in her throat, but she did it again and again. She had never been so excited during sex as she was with Rick, her heart thumping in her chest as she locked eyes with him, his nails grazing the skin of her ass when he squeezed her cheeks. She decided in that moment that she wanted to give him the most terrific night of his life.
She leaned back, knees in the air as she rested her hands on his thighs and began to bob up and down, giving him the best view she could himself disappearing inside of her.
Rick's hands clamped on her ankles as he panted, "God fucking dammit…"
Her head rolled back as she smirked, pleased to hear his feedback while she lost herself in the feel of him, rolling her hips every time he impaled her.
"Oh boy… I think I'm in love with you", He breathed, stroking her calves as he watched her from beneath heavy lids.
Michonne giggled as she shifted her position again, still crouching but with both hands on his abs, "I'm not done"
"Do whatever you want"
And so she did, beginning to bounce on him with a vengeance, and the sensation the contact caused was enough to make her cry out. Rick seemed to breath in time with her movements, his eyes glued to her face as she scratched at his skin. Their sex smothered all her senses; she could still taste him, smell him, hear him panting below her, and it was a combination of things that dreams were made of.
Michonne initially believed that she was trying to make him reach his climax first, but she could feel an intensity building in her core, making her desperate to feel every inch of him inside her. Her heart raced, and she bit her lip to stop herself from getting any louder as she found her release, her walls pulsing as she threw her head back.
"Fuck!", Rick growled, frowning as he grabbed hold of her hips, thrusting into her as his member jerked with delight. She could barely lift her head, unable to move straight away as she came soaring down from her high, still gripping him involuntarily when he moved beneath her.
She eventually crumbled onto his chest with trembling legs, her breathing shallow, feeling as if she was floating on air. His arms wrapped around her, holding him against her as he looked up to the ceiling with tired eyes.
"...That was the first round, huh?"
She giggled again, lifting her head to look at him, "It can be?"
He slowly nodded as his eyes combed her face, "I'm pretty much willing to do anythan' you want me to"
She buried her face in his neck as she cackled, not particularly taking any of his words to heart and just enjoying the moment for what it was. Rick was easily the most attractive man she'd ever seen, and he had been the perfect gentleman who made her laugh for most of the night, but having just came out of a long term relationship, she wanted to enjoy her newly found freedom for a while. It would have been ideal for her to have told Rick that beforehand though, as the next morning she woke up with a headache, and a limb draped across her middle, holding her tightly.
It had took her several seconds to remember chunks of the previous night, and while their tryst had been mind blowing, she would have thought that he would have left long before she woke up.
So Michonne inched away from him, moving at the speed of moss and praying that she wouldn't wake him, and she had almost made it when he grabbed hold of her with a claw, dragging her back against him, all her efforts wasted.
"Where were you going?", He rasped, his lips brushing her ear.
She hummed a high pitched response, "Hm? Oh, I just... wanted to brush my teeth, I still smell like alcohol-"
He cupped her cheek, turning her head to face him so he was able to press his lips against hers. Michonne's eyes snapped shut in defeat, allowing him to give her a little kiss before she whispered, "Never mind…"
"You sleep alright?", He enquired softly, his thumb brushing her chin.
"Yeah, yeah great… I mean I have a little headache but… I'll live", She kept her eyes on the ceiling, and didn't dare look elsewhere, "You?"
"Great. No complaints here", He replied. She slowly nodded her head as she bit her lips together, trying to think of what to say next when he continued to speak, "You have anythan' planned for today?"
"Oh...Um, not really- I don't really know, I should probably study or something… why? What about you?"
"Well…", He released her for a moment to look at his watch, "I don't have to get my son until the afternoon… so we can go get breakfast or somethan' if you want?"
Michonne tried to hide her hesitation, "Breakfast? Now?"
He flashed her crooked smile as he leaned over her on one of his forearms, his leg resting between hers, "Not right this minute…"
Michonne had only a very small window of opportunity of tell Rick how she felt, and so she took it, when his lips were only a hair away from kissing her again, "Maybe we shouldn't...do that?".