Authors note:
Please accept this small offering of a one-shot. If any mistakes sorry. I posted this on Tumblr and I know not everyone is over there. I am still on a break (sorry) and after all those pictures today of Michonne and Rick. I couldn't help but whip this one-shot up. This was inspired of the GIF of them dancing.
Red Dress
Rick was currently standing in his hallway fixing his black bow tie. Tonight was the annual Deputy Charity Ball event in Kings County. They were supposed to leave about 30 minutes ago. They now would be late. He was waiting on his wife, Michonne to finish getting dressed. Rick stared into the hallway mirror running his hands through his brown hair, which now had more specs of grey in it these days. Four kids, two cats and a wife can do that to you. Rick chuckled at the thought.
Rick turned around coming to stand at the bottom of the stairs. He leaned his right leg on the first step. With his other hand he checked the time, on his silver Emporio Armani watch, again. Rick heard their bedroom door open finally he thought to himself.
He straightened the white cuffs on his shirt and pulled his blazer jacket back down into place.
Rick looked up and had to do a double take. He watched Michonne elegantly walk down the many stairs. Her hand loosely draped over the mahogany wood banister. Rick's breathing hitched with every step she took.
Michonne was wearing a red lace dress which hugged her curves perfectly. The colour red contrasted against her dark skin tone made her stand out even more. The low cut top revealed her ample breasts. He ran the tip of his tongue against his bottom lip. Her hair was worn half up and half down with intricate wavy pieces falling down in front of her face. She had a matching red headband wrapped around her head, keeping her locs in place.
Michonne smiled at her husband. He reached out for her left hand and took it within his. Their eyes connected as she took the final last step.
"Wow baby, you look amazing," he breathlessly spoke.
"You don't look so bad yourself Deputy," she brushed his shoulder on his black tux suit.
Rick wrapped his other arm around her slender waist. Their hands still currently clasped together. They moved as one and dancing from side to side.
She laughed. "Rick, there is no music."
"It doesn't matter. You look absolutely beautiful, in that red dress," Rick whispered.