A/N: Hello, dear readers. Sorry for the lengthy period between updates; this instalment is a bit shorter than usual. It has some lemons at the start, a little bit of drama in the middle, then the rest is basically Richonne adult situations! Staring where we left off last time. Enjoy!
Michonne followed closely behind Rick as they ventured outside with something different to a perimeter check in mind. The laundry room was dark, save for the unnatural light of Rick's flashlight placed atop a shelf that was fixed to a wall. Rick wasted no time in pulling Michonne to himself and capturing her mouth with his. He trailed kisses along her neck and felt her writhe slightly because of his beard tickling her. He chuckled a little before ceasing his sucking and nibbling.
"What's funny?" Michonne asked, holding on to his waist.
"Nothin'. Was just thinkin' that I might not shave this beard off if I get the chance. I'm havin' too much fun watchin' you squirm." He explained.
"Come on!" She said as she playfully slapped his chest. "Why are you such a tease?"
Rick just shrugged and tried to kiss her neck again; Michonne stopped him by placing her hands at his shoulders.
"Let's make a deal." She started. "If you shave for me, then I'll shave for you."
Rick looked at her questioningly, seemingly unaware of what she was implying. Michonne grinned a little before grabbing his hand and slipping it down the front of her pants. His fingers met her moistened curls and swollen lips. Rick finally understood her meaning as his fingers felt warm and wet. He loved the way her body responded to him and he loved teasing her. He slowly began to massage her before grunting a replying.
"Deal."
xXxXx
A few days had passed and the group's morale and supplies were sufficiently replenished. Yet, here was Rick Grimes feeling the anger rise up inside of him; Abraham was really testing his patience with all of this talk about travelling to DC. He was hell bent on his mission to get Eugene there to cure the world of the plague that had caused the dead to walk the earth. Rick's priority was getting his family to a safe place; the world could wait.
"You seem like the kind o' guy that would wanna help people, Rick. I don't get why y'all don't wanna come to DC." Said Abraham, seemingly incapable of seeing the point of view of others.
"Well it's simple, ain't it? I got people here that need my help; I got a family. You're welcome to go if you want, but I ain't goin' with you and you ain't takin' that bus."
"Yeah?" Asked Abraham, incredulously. "I'm pretty sure we fixed that fuckin' short bus, asshole."
"I don't give a flyin' fuck if you fixed it. I got kids here and we need it to travel. Your little boyfriend Eugene's just gon' have to walk his ass all the way to DC."
Said Rick as he stepped closer to Abraham. The rest of the group stood watching the heated exchange. Both men were survivors and leaders in their own right and did not take kindly to being told what they could and could not do by someone else.
"What you say, boy?" Asked Abraham as he grew angry at Rick's mocking; he stepped closer to Rick who did not back away.
"I know you fuckin' heard me. This shithead," he said pointing to Eugene, but not taking his eyes off of Abraham. "He's gonna have to walk 'cause my kids are more important to me right now than some prick with a mullet."
It went quiet as Abraham stared daggers at Rick.
"I'm takin' that motherfuckin' bus." Abraham retorted. "And you ain't gonna stop me."
Rick chuckled slightly, tilted his head and proceeded to punch Abraham in the face. The larger man was stunned from the contact but wasted no time in returning a punch to Rick's face. The others in the group stood in shock as Michonne ushered Carl and Judith away from the fight.
After several hits were thrown and landed, Abraham tackled Rick to the floor and tried to choke him out; the larger man was much heavier than Rick and he found it hard to move him. Daryl and Glenn moved in to break up the fight, but suddenly Michonne pushed past the both of them. She used both of her elbows and slammed them in to Abraham's back, causing him great discomfort and making him relinquish his hold on Rick. She then kicked her right foot into his ribcage, and he fell on the floor beside a breathless Rick. Michonne unsheathed her katana and held it in Abraham's direction, close to his chest. She stared him in the eyes and he could tell she was seriously contemplating running him through with her sword. Just then, Eugene stepped forward.
"Stop! Please. I don't want anyone else to get hurt on account of me."
"Fuck off!" Said Michonne without looking at him; her eyes still trained on Abraham.
Rick got to his feet and stood beside Michonne.
"I lied!" Said Eugene. "There is no cure. I lied."
xXxXx
Eugene's lie had been revealed and the group had resigned themselves to accepting it. Rick and Abraham had made amends and everyone was presently feeling disheartened, but uncommonly safe. There was something foreign about feeling safe to the group of survivors; they had been through so much hardship and loss that their instincts always told them there was nowhere they could truly feel at ease. Yet, there they were in the confines of a farmhouse feasting on pecans and peaches. There was clean drinking water in the tanks, some canned and jarred goods in the cellar store, a vehicle and extra fuel as well as an assortment of different implements that could be used as weapons; they would be able to rest and stock up while they were there.
It would also be a secure place for the rest of the group to wait while Rick took Morgan and someone else, most likely Daryl or Abraham, to perform reconnaissance on the safe community Morgan had informed him of.
Rick had decided that he and his family would be going to the place that Morgan had spoken about. It had been some type of resort before the Turn, and now had a relatively safe set up and offered sanctuary to those who found their way there. Even though their group had grown in size, it was still extremely risky to be wandering around outside; especially with children in tow. Rick had planned to speak to Michonne about his decision first, and he would then inform the rest of the group.
"So you think it's worth checkin' out?"
Michonne asked Rick as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. She then pressed her mouth to his neck and gently nipped at his skin.
"Uh?"
Responded Rick; completely forgetting why he had asked her to talk privately with him in one of the bedrooms inside the farmhouse. The feeling of her plump lips and warm breath on his neck had been distracting; he had every intention of talking, but Michonne had him pinned to the bedroom door with other things on her mind.
"This place." She said, as she removed his shirt and then moved to work on his jeans. "You think it's worth checking out?"
"Yeah."
Replied Rick as he reached for the back of Michonne's head and drew her face towards his; capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. He broke the kiss then pulled her top over her head moments before attempting to unclasp her bra.
"Me, Daryl and Morgan could scope it out and then…oh fuck…"
Rick said as soon as he felt Michonne's hand rub his length through his jeans; she laughed a little at how it was becoming increasingly easier for her to addle Rick from his thoughts.
"You're not gonna let me finish explainin' this, are ya?" He asked as he looked into her eyes; she wore an amused smirk.
"Nope. Probably not." She said, then kissed his mouth again. "We just don't get that much time to be alone, so we shouldn't waste it by talkin'. Don't ya think?"
The corner of Rick's mouth lifted into a crooked smile as he tilted his head; she was right and also very persuasive.
"I'd have to agree with you, especially when ya got your hand on my cock." He said.
Michonne instinctively licked her lips at the mention of his sex; she grabbed Rick by the hands and led him toward the small double bed at the centre of the plain bedroom. Both were only wearing their jeans; their top halves were naked. They simultaneously removed their boots and pants before Michonne climbed onto the bed and lay waiting for Rick to join her.
He pulled his underwear from his hips and his thick erection sprang forward as he admired her naked form resting on the bed. Rick crawled over to Michonne and covered her body with his; he patted her hair down while his tongue explored her lips and mouth. By the time he had slipped his length inside of her warmth, Rick had completely forgotten about what it was that they had went into that room to discuss in the first place. There would be more time to talk later, but for now, he was going to enjoy making love to Michonne in a bed, behind a locked door.
A/N: Wow! The reviews to this are so funny! That's great because this is meant to be a relatively easy-going fic where we can stick to what has happened in the show a little, but still have a laugh.
HeartoSteel: Perimeter check on Michonne's body? That had me laughing out loud! Why didn't I think to have one of the characters say that? Tara would have said something like that. Ha! Classic.
Alex311: You forced your husband to grow a beard like Rick? Haha wow, you take your fangirling to the next level! I am impressed! Need to step my game up a little hehe And I would never have Rick disrespect Michonne after sex; no way, I love them too much. Rick is a lot of things, but he is not disrespectful (well not how I write him anyways).
lanie-love09: Lol he is like a kid in a candy store. They still haven't let people know that they're together, so it should be interesting to see how Rick handles it ;)
Here4Funsies: Aww thank you!
HermioneSnape4eva: Ha! Teach you to read my stories at work :P lol
Midnights-AM-Child: Fear not, Michonne will be putting people in their place soon enough!
literaturechick: Writing Michonne and Carl's easy relationship is fun for me.
KK: Haha agreed, Morgan just stay in your lane and you won't get hurt. Simples!
Kam: Michonne is a hot commodity!
CodeName-M.e: Agreed, the group needs intimacy. Richonne needs intimacy!
I have to say I am pleased that you, dear readers, are overprotective of Richonne! Good stuff.