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Alright well, I ran into a few snags that required an extension of day one so day two is still being fleshed out. The story will be longer though, which is a plus...right?
Once again, I don't own these lovely characters R. Kirkman does.
Warnings: Sexual situations and colorful language..
Day One Continued...
He felt tormented-by his body and mind. Blissful dreams lulled him into the deepest sleep and nightmares ripped them away upon waking. Rick mind was relieved of the torment when he opened his eyes to her coffee without cream irises...but his body...craved the bliss from his dreams...in wakefulness. It was a cruel challenge to hide how affected he was by her presence each smile, laugh and touch was wildfire to dry grass. She burned away the dead recesses of...him...and then scorched life back into his heart. When he woke up with Michonne in his arms he let himself lounge in the bliss of her body heat-until he felt her struggling to break free of him. Rick opened his eyes to her wriggling tensely against his chest. Well, thas not the expression she makes in my dreams...oh...yeah that definitely not..it. She had a smile on her face...but it didn't reach her eyes. So he released her immediately, and before he could think of a decent apology, in his dream addled state, she was dressed and out the door-leaving him with blown out pupils and a throbbing hard on.
Well..great. Jus' made everything more uncomfortable...way-a-go Grimes…
The lightning quick way Michonne distanced herself from him should of been like a bucket of cold water to Rick...but that wasn't the feeling that washed over him. Watching her skirt around the bed and shimmy into her clothing caused more blood to rush southward. Might as well make my shame come full circle..
He closed his eyes and rolled to her side of the bed where the sweet scent of her still lingered. Rick breathed deeply, while rubbing the stiff bulge in his underwear sending a hissing breath through his teeth as he exhaled. He hadn't felt the urge to rub one out for..awhile...but his body ached for a sensual touch. Hope she does-doesn't come back too soon. Rick slid a hand past the elastic of his boxer-briefs and tugged on himself slowly...at first...letting the small release from his tip slick his hand until he could vigorously work himself into the tight grip. He buried his face into Michonne's pillow and thought about every firm curve of her body...the parts of her that jiggled when she moved...and how good she'd felt pressed against his bare chest. He groaned into the pillow with each stroke….over...and over...until a familiar warm clench ceased in his lower abdominal muscles-sending him spilling hotly over his fist and into his underwear leaving him gasping with out drawing air into his lungs. Rick rode out the aftermath of his orgasm spread eagle above the covers. Taking jagged breaths until he felt sated. Cautiously he pulled the soiled clothing off, cleaned himself up, and stretched across the bed to throw the offending underwear in the waste bin by the bathroom door. Then he flopped down on his stomach, and settled into a exhaustive nap.
For the most part she was prepared for the run. Michonne and Carl had spent most of the morning gathered her things, and leaving them waiting by the door in a picturesque heap. She accepted the katana back from the kid when he came down stairs and handed it to her. She unsheathed the blade, expecting it to be the way she had seen it last-but was shocked to find it to be cleaned of blood and well polished. Michonne clenched her jaw to hold back the tears blurring her vision. Managed to say "thank you" before as he pulled her in for a quick hug.
Carl turned his shoulders up and shrugged "no problem." he mumbled as he returned to the kitchen to finish cleaning his own weapons.
The kid was damn near unbreakable-on the surface. His pragmatism with the most heart wrenching task would have been unnerving had she not done similar things. It still tore at her heart, so it must do something similar to him. Michonne knew it would keep him alive-but what kind of life would he be living? She kept that question in mind whenever she would come across a comic book, candy, or trinket on runs in the past-they items were mundane but they were small fissures of light in darkness, and she hoped they would lead him to want the things that made life worth living. Rick of Carl were points that navigated her even when in the beginning of their relationship when they had no trust in her she was drawn in by their love for one another. Every minute around them felt like sunlight to cold skin, a cool breeze through a stuffy room, and a home cooked meal-they were something to treasure in her life.
She looked up the staircase, grinding her teeth together in anticipation. This wouldn't be like the goodbyes they shared when she did supply runs for the prison. It would have the same needy undertow, but there would be a different yet more severe current pulling them apart this time. Michonne wondered why her promise to return felt like drinking the sweetest poison. Because hope is dangerous. The thought of leaving them for so long gnawed at her so much that she made the same promise to herself-she would make it back to them. It felt wrong to think or say something so finite, but doing so settled well on her tongue and she wanted to do it again. For Rick.
It was a warm ache in her gut that led her to where she was now-at the top of the staircase, holding a stupid bowl of cereal. Michonne wasn't leaving without speaking to him, and she thought her words would go over smoother with the small sugary gesture, but now that felt foolish. Since its lack of nourishment was the reason she had to go. Nothing she'd prepared to say to him would be easy to actually voice. Especially after this morning…
Michonne wasn't truly upset by their embrace that morning. Uncertainty led her to flee the room. She wasn't certain that he (or herself for that matter) would make another life altering choice...especially after the attack... and the possible loss of baby Judith.
Though it would be slow going she wanted to give him more than a trinket to guide him out of the darkness. First, she would want an answers to the unspoken questions growing like ivy around their silent exchanges and heat riddled touches.
She opened the door to the most interesting scene.
Rick sprawled out across the bed like a tan...muscular...starfish. Buttnaked. His head was set towards her, for which she was thankful, or else it would be a less...flattering angle or his ass that she got to see. Michonne smacked a hand to her mouth and shook with laughter. Oh my god, I wish there were still camera phones. Continued to laugh, muffling it as much as she could not wanting Carl to hear, and slowly made her way to the bed. She took one last look...you are..so very grope worthy Rick Grimes...resisting the temptation to give him a playful smack, she clasped a broad shoulder and gently woke him.
Rick turned his head groaning into the mattress until he was face to face with Michonne. "Uh-hey.." he rumbled.
"Hey yourself…" she chuckled.
He noticed her taking steps to move away from him. "You planning on running away again?"
"Not quite yet, no." she said pressing her lips together "but..ah..you might wanna grab the covers if you plan on sitting up anytime soon." Michonne smiled.
He yawned. Clutched the sheet beneath him and twisted to a sitting position against the headboard. Sharp pains shot through his wounded leg, which made him grit his teeth in distress. Michonne set the bowl on the nightstand, crossed the small distance and was on the bed next to him in a flash. He held up a hand, so she stopped to sit cross-legged in the the middle of the bed. "Ss-alright. Not as bad as yesterday." he said grinning at her rubbing at his leg above the sheet. "So. Was there a..particular...reason that you woke me...or did you just want me awake while you had a fit of laughter at my expense?"
She threw a matching grin his way. "You wanna tell me why you're on my side of the bed...in your..birthday suit?"
He shook his head "Nah. Asked my question first."
She flopped backward on the bed, smile fading from her lips. "I..um..need to tell you something, but you're gonna have to be quiet-so I can just...get it all out at once. Is that okay?"
"Not-a problem." She could feel him slightly shaking the bed to settle in against the headboard.
Michonne exhaled. "Alright then." She laced her fingers together over her stomach "I've come to a conclusion. Everything sorta..just clicked when I had a talk with Carl after leaving...earlier." He remained silent. "I care deeply for the two of you...and I don't want to closeness...so I'm hoping we could bring some clarity to the relationship." The lawyer in her wanted to come out so she reeled it in with subtlety. "If that's okay with you?"
He leaned forward off the headboard gently closing his eyes. "Ah...okay….yes..I would like that."
She sat up in a split second, pushed her hands into the mattress in shock. His eyes flitted open to watch her. Closed lip smiles traced their faces as they huffed with gentle laughter. His eyes flicked to her lips...to her eyes..then he crushed his lips to hers in one swift lean. Rick relaxed as she deepened the kiss letting their lips sink and part twice before pulling away.
She kept her eyes closed and steadied her breathing. Wow. Michonne was smiling again as she asked her first question. "How do you feel..about me?" This was sooo not her style but the man had her feeling like honey and butterflies on the inside so...what the hell she thought.
He had opened his eyes, but shut them again to match her. " I care for you deeply for you Michonne." No bullshit. He liked this level of honesty. "I want us to be together."
Her stomach did a flip. Okay, calm down girl. Deep freakin' breaths. "How do you feel about my relationship with Carl?"
"Seeing you two interact makes so unbelievably content. I know he loves you, and I love that." he said in a huff.
Her smile widened. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life."
Michonne trembled. It felt was like her insides were throwing a rave. "I feel the same way." she said opening her eyes and lunging toward Rick, throwing her arms around him as a flurry happiness overtook her.
Rick opened his eyes on impact and laid a kiss on her temple with a throaty laughter. "Well, thats a relief."
She beamed up at him, then leaned back again. Hope he takes this other news as well. Her smile faded.
"Ookay that was short-lived. What's the matter?" he sighed.
Michonne bit her bottom lip. "I'm leaving on a run. Tonight." she said softly.
"Listen, like I told Carl. I'll be back before the sun goes down. Not a big deal." she waited for a response.
"Okay." he said. "I wish I could go with you, of course, but you wouldn't make this call with out think about it first." Rick parted his legs to wrapped his arms around Michonne and pull her closer. "Come back to me. Okay?"
She nodded against his cheek, feeling the light prickles of stubble. I'm not ever gonna want to leave this man again. Damn. "So….are you going to tell me why..you're naked in our bed?" There was a smile replacing the worried grimace on her face.
"Nah. You got enough outta me for one day-mans gotta have his secrets." he reasoned, smiling like the cat who ate the canary.
She leaned back to look at his face, narrowing her eyes. "Alright. Well, when I get back I wanna see that full moon again." He shook with laughter and covered his face with the arm not supporting her.
"Okay." he hummed. "I'll be right here."
They held each other kissing every so often, then they parted with a deep kiss and an almost bruising hug.
Michonne gathered her things and left the house.
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