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Michonne's little red dress unleashes Rick's Big Bad Wolf.
"Michonne, I'm so glad you made it. I was worried when I called to confirm with Rick a few days ago and he said you been out of town."
"I just got in a couple hours ago," Michonne took a breath to steady her heart. She'd been rushing since she stepped off the plane earlier. "I made it to the costume rental place just before they closed. This was the only thing they had left." Michonne turned a full 360 degrees for her friend and Halloween party hostess, Maggie so she could see the long red hooded cape she wore over her red dress. Maggie whistled at how good her friend looked. She closed the front door behind her and they stood to talk a little more in the foyer.
"Talk about a fairy tale." Maggie dressed in a black and white checkered bodysuit, looked great with her new short bob haircut and fuchsia high heels.
"Little Red Riding Hood. I love it!. Did it come with that dress?"
"No. I found it in the back of the closet. I've never worn it because it's too tight up here," Michonne discreetly pointed to her rounded breasts that were spilling up out of the top of the dress. "And it's too short. Rick had a fit when I tried it on for him about six months ago. But I figured with the cape, I can cover all my goodies."
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"What's in the basket?" Maggie pointed to the light brown wicker basket that Michonne was holding.
"Things for my sick grandmother," Michonne laughed then quieted."Just my keys and phone."
"Is Rick parking the car? I know the street is crazy. I think the house a few doors down is having a party too."
"No. He's not here?" Michonne slumped her shoulders and hung her head. "I was hoping to meet him here. He did say he might be called in to cover someone's shift. Shit."
"Awe, honey. I'm sorry. How long has it been since you seen him?"
"Twelve days Maggie. Twelve very long days that I've been out of town. What kind of place sends their employees out of town for twelve days? I miss his face." Maggie held in the laugh that Michonne's pout caused. "I just knew he'd be here already."
"It's not that late, maybe he'll waltz in here in a few minutes in all his Officer Friendly sheriff deputy glory and y'all can have your reunion. He sounded pretty sad too when I talked to him the other day. Did you at least get to see the kids before you came over here?"
"Yeah, I got my hugs and kisses in, but they're with Grandma, and tonight is pumpkin carving night. I don't even think they noticed that I left."
"Let's go get you a much needed drink." They walked through the large great room, waving and smiling at familiar faces on their way. "Oh, and if Abe comes up to you and asks if you want to see something shiny, say no. He's a kilt wearing leprechaun this year and he's not wearing any underwear."
"Of course he's not. Thanks for the warning."
"Oh hey, Mich. I'm glad you could make it," Glenn said circling his arms around her in a tight hug. "It's been forever since I've seen you. How have you been?"
"Good. Busy, but good. I'm glad to be back home now. Business trips are the worst." Michonne stopped and studied the Rhee's for a while, eyes darting back and forth to Maggie and Glenn. "Okay, I get it. I see the coordination with the costumes. Clever." Glenn bobbed his shoulders to show off the race car driver costume he was wearing. It was yellow and black, and even came with a candy sponsor across the chest."
"I told Maggie, that when she sees me speeding by her, she has to wiggle her ass like it's the checkered flag at the Indy 500." Maggie rolled her eyes as Glenn laughed.
"And I told him, no chance. He's lucky he got me into this thing."
"Doesn't she look good, though." Glenn wrapped his arms around Maggie's waist and pulled her in for kiss that lasted longer than your standard peck on the lips when someone was watching. Michonne took that as her cue to keep walking towards the kitchen. She really wanted that drink now more than ever and she wanted to find a quiet corner so she could give Rick a call.
"Well if it isn't Mrs. Grimes," Abe's booming voice came sounding from behind her as she poured an unnamed purple concoction into a red Solo cup. "Looking not a bit scary in that sexy costume of yours. Did your husband let you out of the house looking like that?"
"Leave her alone Abe. Last I checked she was a grown woman and could wear whatever she wanted." Michonne took a sip of her drink, coughing a bit at the amount of vodka that was used. She smiled when she saw Sasha standing next to Abe. She had glued plastic gold coins to a white shirt and her big round belly served as the pot of gold. She wore knee high rainbow socks with a rainbow wig covering her dark natural hair. Her and Abe looked adorable together. "Don't say it. I know I'm huge," Sasha rubbed her belly, careful not to knock off any of the coins. "I don't know what I was thinking having babies with him. This kid is going to tear me apart."
"He better not!" Abe boomed. Michonne laughed at the pained look on both their faces.
"I don't know how you do it girl. I'll drink one for you Sash."
"Where's Rick?" Abe asked pouring a drink for himself.
"Work it looks like," Michonne frowned. "I was expecting him to be here by now."
"Well, you know you can always hang with us until he gets here. He is coming right?" Sasha asked.
"I don't know, I was gonna give him a call after I got this drink." She look a bigger sip this time, used to the vodka now.
"You know I'm good with distracting," Abe gave her a large grin. "You wanna see something shiny?"
"No!" both women shouted at the same time.
"Abraham Ford, if you don't leave your ass under that kilt…."
"What? I'm just trying to get her mind off her husband for a bit. You know my ass always distracts you." He wiggled his eyebrows and pulled Sasha as close to his body as her belly would allow before leaning down and kissing her. Michonne walked away shaking her head and missing Rick even more.
She walked around the crowded first floor, noticing that all the couples had coordinated their costumes. There was a mermaid and a sailor, Mickey and Minnie, Ken and Barbie and a whole host of others. It made Michonne smile at the creativity, but also sad that she didn't have Rick to share in the fun with. Taking the steps one at a time to get upstairs and away from the noise, Michonne pulled out her phone and called Rick. She listened to the ringing as she got higher up the steps and then his voicemail came on just as she stepped onto the landing. Deciding not to leave a message, she hung up and slipped the phone back into the wicker basket she was holding, hearing it jingle her keys as it landed on top of them. Sighing she walked to the small powder room to the right and used the restroom and touched up her red lipstick before heading back downstairs to hitch a ride as someone's third wheel for the night.
"So I was just standing there and all of a sudden it dawned on me; a tiger and a zookeeper."
"Like duh, what else would we be?" Carol laughed. The khaki shorts set she wore completely washed out her complexion with her grey hair and blue eyes looking dull and lifeless, but in the name of love you'd do just about anything. She smiled up at Zeke who looked completely at ease in his tiger onesie.
"Well, you two look grr-reat!"
"We were waiting for someone to say that. Thank you Abe for being the one who did," Carol said with a smile that was fake to those who knew her well enough.
"You're quite welcome," He tipped his little green hat as Sasha rolled her eyes, looking to Michonne for help who just shrugged her shoulders at a loss to what Sasha could do about her husband.
"Oh, don't look now Michonne, but the big bad wolf just walked in." Everyone turned to see a tall grey wolf walk through the door in full costume. His grey fur was all over the place and the fangs of his mask looked too real not to be scary. "We need Rick to show up before he thinks you're his Little Red."
"There's probably a few pigs around the corner that he's here with Abe. I can take care of myself if he tries to crossover into my fairytale." The hired DJ started playing Eye of the Tiger so Carol led Zeke out to the middle of the dance floor. The other couples dispersed too, either going to go dance or grab another drink from the kitchen. Michonne spotted Eugene and Rosita who were dressed as mad scientists. Pocket protectors and goggles on their heads as well as vinyl black gloves that really pulled off the look. They were standing and talking to Daryl and Connie who were dressed as motorcycle riding arch angels. Head to toe leather, except for the feather wings that were attached to their backs. The group was laughing at something Eugene had said and the response that Dawn signed.
Michonne looked around the room, her eyes landing on the big bad grey wolf who seemed to be watching her. Pulling out her phone, she checked to see if Rick had called and was disappointed when she saw no missed calls from him. She ascended the stairs again to try to get him on the phone so she could at least hear his voice. Walking towards the room that Glenn used for his office, she pushed the redial button and waited as the ringing started. Listening with the phone to her right ear, she caught the sound of a phone ringing in her left. Turning as she got to the door, she saw the grey wolf stalking her way before stopping at the end of the hallway when he noticed she was watching him. The slight bow of his leg, gave him away, but Michonne decided to play her part. She ended the call and the ringing stopped.
"Did you need something up here Mr….Wolf?" He took a couple of steps towards her nodding his head up and down. "I'm just looking for my grandmother. I have this basket for her because she's sick and I needed to make sure she was okay. Have you seen her?"
"I haven't seen anyone but you. I don't mind helping you look for her if you want me too."
"That's very kind of you."
"She might be in one of the bedrooms up here."
"Oh my," Michonne took a deep breath to steady herself against the sound of his voice. "What a deep voice you have." The grey wolf had closed the distance between them and was standing right in front of her.
"The better to greet you with," he placed his hand on the door knob, his arm brushing her hip making her shiver in her red cape. "Looks to be empty," he said when the door swung open revealing Glenn's office.
"She's probably lying down, we should try to find a room with a bed in it."
"That's a good idea." Michonne walked away, swaying her hips a bit more than usual even though the cape was covering any curves that the big bad wolf might see. Coming to the next door, she turned quickly, the fast motion revealing her delectable decolletage. Even though his face was covered with a mask, she knew by the slight warning tilt of his head that he had noticed.
"Oh my, what big eyes you have." He stepped close enough for her to see the lust in his eyes through the mesh eye holes of the mask.
"The better to see you with." Michonne could tell that he was looking her up and down. She stood taller and brushed one side of her long cape over her shoulder so he could get a better look at her strappy red heel, and toned thighs that were barely covered by the red dress.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Very much. What's in that room?" He asked with a shaky voice, indicating with his head the door behind her. She turned and the new position of her cape gave him a little view of her round ass under the flare of her short dress. Reaching for the handle, she could feel the grey wolf just inches from her, then she felt him right on her back. Teasing him with a circle of her hips that brushed against the hardness of his cock that she could feel even through the thickness of the heavy felt and fur costume.
"I don't… I don't know." Grabbing her hips with both hands, he pressed her harder to him, then felt her shudder slightly at what she's been missing since she's been out of town. "Ohh...what big hands you have."
"The better to hold you with," he said deeply in her ear. She made one more small circle of her hips, eliciting a groan from the big bad wolf. "Open the door." Michonne took a deep breath and turned the handle. Opening it slowly to reveal Hershel's room. She softly and disappointedly clicked the door closed. "You sure who you're looking for is behind one of these doors?"
"I'm starting to wonder. What do you suggest?"
"There's only two more doors down here. Should we try them? I'd hate for you to have to go back through the woods without finding out about your sick grandmother. You don't want to be caught out all alone do you? I hear there's a man aching to find out what you have under this dress."
"Then I guess we better check those other doors. I hate to think what might happen to if he gets his hands on me." Walking away she felt his eyes on her. She was impossibly wet, feeling the slickness with every step she took. Knowing that her big bad wolf was chasing her, only added to her excitement, plus the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under her dress. She could already feel his rough warm hands making their way all over her body, she was barely holding it together when she reached the next door. "I think she's in here."
"I really hope not." Having been to the Rhee's home countless times, he knew exactly what was behind the door. He ushered her in with a hand to her ass, closing the door with his foot. Michonne took a few steps inside while she untied the cape at her neck, it softly fell to the floor as the light switch clicked on, bathing them both in the soft light of the laundry room. She turned around to see the grey wolf's mask snatched off and thrown to the tiled floor with a thud. "Fuck, Michonne. I can't believe you wore that dress to this party."
"It was the only red dress I had Rick." She turned for him, letting him get an eye full of the way the fabric clung to her body. The imprint of her nipples showed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. "It went with the cape. Do you like it?"
He unzipped and stepped out of the costume he wore, his grey t- shirt slightly damp from being under the unbreathable felt and fur. His jeans did little to hide how hard he was. "Get over here." It took her four shaky steps to he encased in his arms, but when she was Rick wasted no time familiarizing himself again with the curves and planes of her mouth. Letting both her top and bottom lip know how much he missed them. Not just kissing them, but watching them move as she talked about whatever popped into her mind. Michonne moaned as his heated kisses and hot tongue moved lower to her chin and neck, licking and biting.
"Ohh...I missed you," Michonne whispered.
"I can tell." He'd found the sweet spot between her thighs that dripped only for him. "Shit. I'd say show me how much, but I think you already have." He caressed her unhooded bud with his thumb, pressing slightly so he could hear her wanting moans.
"I didn't...I didn't get to say the rest."
"The rest of what?"
"What big...ahh...what big...oh god. What a big mouth you have." He lifted his head, placing his hands on her hips and backed her up to the washing machine. Before she could ask what he was doing, he had dropped to his knees, swinging her leg over his shoulder.
"What better to eat you with darlin'," he murmured against the clit he was about to suck into his mouth. His mouth watered as his tongue made slow work of her tantalizing pussy. Starting from her dripping center he licked his way up with a flat tongue until he touched that ultra sensitive bundle of nerves that he'd used his thumb to play with earlier. Closing his pretty pink lips around it, he sucked it into his mouth with a groan and steady hands to her waist to keep her from falling over.
"Oh shit." With a fistful of his hair, she pulled him closer moving her hips, too pent up to hold out for long. Taking her cues, he stopped sucking and stuck out his tongue, happy to allow her to ride his face until she was trembling, crying out his name as she peaked. "Rick." Her hips slowed down, but didn't stop until she was completely satisfied.
Fisting her dress with both hands and inhaling the scent of her sex, he stood up and turned her around. Placing her hands on the top of the glossy blue front loader washing machine, he lifted the bottom of her dress with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other. Wasting no time, he entered her. Hot and wet, his thick cock slid right in, hitting her deepest spot in no time.
"Fuck!" he immediately pulled out, ignoring the disappointed sigh she let out. He wasn't ready. He took a deep breath and looked down. The way his dick glistened, coated with her made him push back in giving her a hard stinging slap to her right ass cheek when he bottomed out. "Dammit, I can't believe you wore this dress." He wanted to tease her with long slow strokes, but that wasn't going to happen right now. He forgot just how hot her pussy felt around him, how tight she was, how good her ass looked when it jiggled as he slammed into her. "Shit." The tight grip he had on her hips got tighter when Michonne looked over her shoulder at him, challenging him. Encouraging him. Pleading with him to fuck her hard and deep. The soft slow love making could come later, but right now she wanted her husband to pound into her like there wasn't a house full of people down stairs and they weren't in someone else's laundry room. Keeping a hand on her waist, he brought the other one to her shoulder, using it as leverage so he could hammer into her. Her g spot his target and her tight walls led him right to it, with each and every stroke.
"Yes! Right there. Don't stop. Don't stop," Michonne begged. The thickness of his hard cock was driving her crazy, moving in and out of her as she squeezed around him, his girth filling her up in ways she didn't remember from the last time they were together.
"Michonne," Rick growled out, indicating he was close. She knew he was holding out for her, so she rocked her hips from side to side to create a new sensation in her already hyper sensitive pussy. Rick gave her ass another slap for the move before easing his hand down to pull the top of her dress under her breasts so he could play with her nipples to push her over the edge faster. "Come on Michonne. I can feel it. Just let it go." She closed her eyes and held her breath and was hit with an orgasm so strong, she was sure the whole house would have heard it if not for the fingers Rick had put in her mouth for her to suck on. She hummed her way through it with his middle and pointer finger in her mouth, while Rick continued to fuck her, chasing his own much needed release. "Ahh!" Pulling Michonne to him as much as he could, he stilled, cumming hard and deep inside her still pulsing pussy.
"Maybe I should go out of town more often," Michonne said after Rick pulled out of her, a stream of cum dripping down her leg. He pulled up his pants and grabbed a towel from the shelf above her to wipe off her leg.
"You better not. I like you right here with me." He pulled her close kissed her slow and squeezing her ass through the too short dress she hadn't righted yet. "I might not ever let you go out of town again."
"Seeing how you're the big bad wolf, I guess I better listen."
"That's a wise decision."
"Should we go back down stairs," Michonne took a step back, peering up at him. "Do you think people have noticed?"
"I don't care what they've noticed. Let's sneak out the back and go home." He reached out his hands to caress the smooth skin of her thighs and gave her that look that told her she better be ready when they got there.
"We'll have the house to ourselves for the night."
"Good. When we get there, take this off," he pointed to her dress. "But keep this on," he tugged the sides of her cape with his hands, bringing her flush against him so she could feel what she was in for.
"Oh my, what a big dick you have."
"All the better to fuck you with," Michonne swatted his arm.
"You are a bad, bad wolf."
"Big bad wolf," Rick said, placing emphasis on big. "Now let's go home so you can show me how well you ride Little Red."