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Tears chapter 4
Three days can be an eternity when you're worried about someone. The minutes turn to hours and you're stuck wondering if they're alright. A million possibilities ran through Rick's mind; scenarios where Michonne would get hurt, even killed by something that was beyond his control. He wished that she hadn't left, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
After he'd left her cell to go on watch, four days ago, he'd worried that she would be angry with him. It had crossed his mind that she might leave without telling him, but he pushed the thought away. She wouldn't do that to him, he thought. It turns out he was wrong.
Rick had gone to bed after his shift on watch. He'd gone past her cell and saw that she was sound asleep. He'd slept well that night, but in the morning, he saw that she was gone. Some of her things were packed up, and when he looked out into the prison yard, he saw that the horse was missing as well. She'd left without warning, but he should have known better. He saw the determination in her eyes and ignored it. It was almost as if she wanted to challenge him over these things.
Now, he was out in the prison yard, trying to focus on his work and keep his mind from worrying. He had to believe that she was alright. Anything else would break him. If she got back-no, when she got back, they were going to talk. He was going to make sure that she wouldn't leave without telling him again.
The whole speech was planned, but was forgotten when Rick heard a whistle from the fences. Glenn ran over to the gate and opened the metal doors, just as Michonne came riding down towards them. She came inside the gates and Glenn closed them before opening the inside gate, letting her in.
Rick couldn't help the feeling of relief and joy at her return. He jogged over to the makeshift stable where she was walking the horse. Stopping by the fence, he waited for her to walk over.
"Hi," she said quietly, not knowing what to expect.
"Welcome back," Rick said, lost for anything else. He was just happy that she was home and safe. "I missed you."
"I know," Michonne said. "I missed you, too." A soft smile found its way to her lips as she took in his expression. He'd been worried about her. She could see that he was relieved she was here.
"Did everything go okay?" He asked, his eyes quickly scanning her body for any sign of injury.
"Everything went fine. There were barely any walkers out there."
"That's good." He paused for a moment, unsure of what else to say. Just being near her had his thoughts all jumbled. He was still upset about her leaving, but was relieved that she was back safe.
Rick was about to start on his speech he'd planned for her, but Carl came running down.
"You're back!" The teenager said, wrapping his arms around the woman.
"Yes, I am," Michonne said with a smile, hugging him back. They'd grown closer recently. She looked out for him. "And I brought you something."
She reached into her bag and pulled out a stack of comic books.
"I hope you like them," she said, holding them out to him. "I haven't read any of these ones."
Carl's eyes got big as he took the stack. He flipped through the pages, looking at them.
"Thanks, Michonne," he said with a big grin. "When I finish, you can read them."
"No problem. Sounds like a deal." She ruffled his hair and watched as he started back towards the building. She then turned back to Rick with a slight smile. "Sorry I didn't bring anything back for you."
"You don't have to bring anything back but yourself for me," Rick said. "That's all I want." He took a step closer and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, sighing as he felt her lean into him. It was obvious that she wanted more, but he wouldn't give anything but this chaste kiss for now. It was payback for her leaving like that.
When he pulled away, he smirked, looking down at her face. "Come on," he said. "You need something to eat."
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That afternoon and evening were torturous for Michonne. She was glad to be back, but Rick was driving her crazy. She wanted him. Three whole days had passed since she'd even touched him and now, he wouldn't even let her get close. She tried countless times to show him what she wanted, but he acted oblivious to everything she did. He'd just give her a light kiss or smile and walk away. She needed more. It seemed like he was intentionally torturing her by not giving in to her cues. Before she left, she'd drop a slight hint that she wanted to be with him, and he'd practically pull her to an empty room to have his way with her. Now, he barely touched her.
After dinner, Michonne went back up to her cell. She planned on going to bed early, since she'd had a busy day. Drawing the curtain behind her for privacy, she stripped down into her underwear, then pulled on a clean shirt and a pair of shorts that she wore to sleep. She got into bed and pulled the blankets over herself. It wasn't long until she was sleeping peacefully.
She'd only been asleep for a few hours, when she woke up to movement on the side of her bed. She reached for the knife she kept underneath her pillow, but a strong hand grabbed her wrist.
"Hey, it's just me," a familiar voice whispered. It was too dark to see his face, but she knew it was Rick.
"I could have hurt you," she said softly. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
He chuckled, and she felt the bed shift. His hand came up and touched her cheek. She closed her eyes and felt as his fingers traced over her lips and down her jawline. After a moment, his fingers were replaced by his lips as he kissed her gently, laying her back down on the bed. She complied, letting him move on top of her as he pressed kisses down her neck.
His hands moved down her body, and soon, her shorts were being pulled down her legs, followed by her underwear. He moved back up and kissed at her neck, before dragging his lips down to her collarbone. His hands moved under her shirt and caressed her breasts as he sucked and bit at her skin. She nearly melted under his touch.
Soon, she felt him shift so that he was between her legs, and she jumped when she felt his tongue on her clit. He wrapped one arm around her leg, keeping her still, and with his other hand, she spread her open.
"Baby, you don't have to do this," she whispered. She hadn't even showered since she got back.
"Just let me make you feel good," he answered, before going back to what he was doing.
Michonne felt like she was on fire. His tongue and fingers drove her crazy. She didn't know exactly what he was doing, but it felt better than anything he'd done to her before. Her thighs twitched slightly and her hips bucked involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her moans of ecstacy were muffled as she turned her face into the pillow. She felt so close, and it hadn't even been long. He was just amazing.
Rick licked and sucked at her folds, tapping her clit with his fingers. His arm strained to keep her still as she squirmed, and that made him chuckle. He was doing something right if he got that reaction. She was so wet, and she tasted so sweet to him. Normally, he didn't mind going down on women, but her reactions, the sounds she made, and the taste of her made him love it. He wanted to make her feel this way all the time.
As he slipped two fingers inside her, he looked up at her. He couldn't see much, just a silhouette in the dark. Her walls were clenching erratically, and he knew it wouldn't be long now.
"You gonna cum for me?" he asked quietly, moving his fingers in and out of her. "Come on, baby, I'm not gonna stop 'till you do."
Michonne writhed in pleasure as she listened to him. His words only served to bring her closer, and she gripped at his hair as she felt herself start to spasm around his fingers.
"Oh God, Rick!" She gasped, her body screaming in ecstasy. She turned her face into the pillow to keep her cries quiet as she came, her walls tightening and clenching.
Rick smiled and went back to her, licking and sucking her through her orgasm. He made sure he licked up every drop of her that had spilled, and when he was done, he laid down next to her in bed.
"I love you, Michonne," he said quietly, reaching over and moving her dreads out of her face. "I love you so damn much. I want you here with me, but I know you need your space sometimes. I don't like it, but I can deal with it. Just keep coming back to me, okay?"
Michonne listened to every word he said, trying to figure out what she could say to him. God, she didn't deserve this man. He cared so much about her, and he respected her. She couldn't see how he wanted her, someone who was so broken inside.
"Rick... I..." she started, but she couldn't get those words out. She couldn't say that she loved him, even though she knew she did. She was afraid that if she said it, he'd be taken away from her, just like everyone else she'd ever loved. She felt tears in her eyes as she tried to think of someway to explain just that.
"It's okay," Rick said. His arms went around her and pulled her to him. "I already know. You don't have to say anything. Just get some sleep, okay?"
She nodded and relaxed in his arms. With him next to her, she felt safe, like there was nothing in the world to worry about. So, it was easy to fall asleep again.
