"I know this simple fact to be true, for I myself have abandoned people who did not want me to go, and I myself have been abandoned by those whom I begged to stay."
― Elizabeth Gilbert
"I was wondering Rick?"
"What were you wondering, Michonne?"
I was glad for the distraction from my thoughts. We just had amazing sex for the last three hours since I joined Michonne in the shower. We were back in my bed.
"How fabulous it would be to have room service right about now."
"We are not in a hotel," I informed her. She had her face resting on my chest. Her limbs interlocked with mine.
"Your room reminds me of the fancy Waldorf."
"This room took a lot of planning."
"I'm not criticizing, Rick."
My name took on a whole new meaning coming from Michonne. I began to understand why she refrained from calling me by my first name, it was very intimate the warmth I felt from her tone.
"I know you Michonne. You like things that have a relaxed feel to it. Hey, Mr. Grimes, this place is better, it will be more relaxing. .." I mimicked her way of speaking.
"Was I wrong when we were in Europe?" She eased up to look at me.
"No. You weren't." I admitted.
"Was I wrong in the Bahamas?"
"No," I admitted again.
"Your point?"
"I'm not sure." I chuckled. I had flashback of our first few months in the office of getting to know each other. She dispelled every crazy idea I had about her and women from a certain racial background. It's still a topic we don't discuss because she says to keep my ignorance as much as a secret as humanly possible.
"I made my point. Now back to the original conversation. I'm hungry. "
"You want room service?" I questioned.
"Don't you hear my stomach?" She asked me.
"Yes." It was loud and mine wasn't any more silent than hers.
"It's not going to stop." Michonne informed.
"What are you hungry for?" I asked.
"If you had a chef I would ask for eggs and toast, possibly some coffee."
"What do you want me to do about it? You are my Personal Assistant. I shouldn't have to tell you that you will need to put out feelers for a Chef. Get some resumes. Ask for some referrals. Taste some of the cooking. Figure out how much are they worth paying to have, how often. And based on my schedule is it even worth bothering when I could quickly scramble some eggs while you put some toast in the toaster?"
"I love teamwork! Come on Rick!"
My heart was in my throat. I just had one of the best lay of my life bound out of bed like an excited kid. She didn't put her clothes back on. Instead, she snatched my pajama top and had it over her head in seconds. She waited for me, and I didn't want to move. I wanted to just stare at her. I wanted a minute to figure this shit out now that my head between my legs was numb and the brain between my ears was in overdrive.
"Rick if I weren't hungry, I would think you wanted more of this good stuff."
The answer in my head that didn't leave my lips was a no. I didn't want any more of that good stuff. I wanted Michonne to get her clothes on and leave. I needed space. I needed time away from Michonne and to think about what just happened to our-relationship. I needed a damn cigarette.
I needed time to think.
Why did it happen?
Why did I allow it to happen from the shower to the bed was beyond all comprehension. I was fucking sober, completely lucid and with her standing there my dick was getting it's sensation back. I wanted to keep her in my arms and just drown in everything Michonne.
It took very little time to scramble up some eggs, while Michonne prepared the toast with butter and jelly. We sat out on the Lanai with our breakfast and orange juice. The mid-morning was nice, and Michonne kept my mind off the thoughts I wanted to think about yet again.
"You have a cute butt."
"What?"
"I've always admired it but actually to see and touch it, I am here to confirm, it is cute."
"So you've been admiring my Ass, Michonne?"
"Yep."
"Anything else?"
"You are very lean all over."
"Is that good or bad?"
"Sexy."
"Yeah?" I was surprised by this revelation. Michonne thought I was sexy.
"Yep."
"You have more that you are dying to tell me." I knew that look on Michonne's face. She had more she wanted to share.
"I had my first orgasm."
"What?"
"With you."
"Yeah?" I was surprised by this revelation as well. I was Michonne's first.
"Usually I fake it, or it doesn't matter. I didn't have to fake it with you."
"Really?"
"Don't let it go to your head. I'm quite sure it was a fluke."
"A fluke?" She was dismissing what we just did less than an hour ago as a fluke?
"Pent-up desire. I wanted you for over two years steady."
"We did it, how many times last night?" I had absolutely no real memory.
"Twice." Michonne informed. "You were there Rick. You are asking me like you have no memory of last night. You wanted to do it the second time. You were pretending to be asleep like you always do on the couch. You remember right?"
"And you came then?" I asked. I was going to avoid the question from Michonne. I remember kissing, her nipples and her vocal abilities. I was glossing over the detail and my instincts told me she caught it.
Michonne nodded.
"Each time?"
Michonne nodded again.
"This morning we did it three times and-"
"I would say two times, the act I did doesn't count, Rick."
"Four times and you calling it a fluke?" I could not understand her logic. Business logic she is sound. This whatever the hell we were doing, not so sound.
"Possible."
Michonne giggled watching me undo the drawstring to my pajama bottoms where my erection became visible, moving my chair from the table to give her full viewing pleasure.
"You have me at full attention, Michonne because I don't believe in flukes. This," I motioned to my dick, "Is ready to prove to you that the odds are very good or in it's favor to duplicate another earth shattering experience for you. So please rise from your chair and come and throw a leg over my lap and ease down nice and slow and tongue me."
...
"So you are finally banging your Personal Assistant?"
"Lori. She is not my Personal Assistant. She is Carol's Personal Assistant."
"Does Michonne know that?" Lori laughed.
"It's the oddest thing. A concept that I am not sure if she grasps or not. Michonne does laps around Carol. I had the pay codes changed a year and a half ago.
"What do you want to do?"
"What should I do?"
"I like her Rick. The kids adore her."
"I am not asking you on a personal level Lori. I am asking on a Legal level."
"Shane thought you two may have already been intimate. I told him, I didn't think so. You are different with a person that you are intimate with. I didn't see a change in you to indicate anything more than a working relationship that forged into an odd personal relationship. She's not your usual type for one."
"No, she is not." Rick agreed.
"She's fun for one. She's not indecisive. Very smart. Organized. Well rounded. Very-"
"You are describing her characteristics as if other women I had an interest in didn't have those same qualities."
"Not packaged in one woman. Michonne even has me beat, Rick and I am not ashamed to admit it."
"This is not a contest."
"You never bought me a comic book." Lori challenged.
"You never asked for a comic book, Lori. You don't read them nor do you collect them."
"Michonne never asked either. You knew it was something missing from her Superman collection. Since when do you pay attention?"
"Michonne collects Action Comics. She wanted the edition with the introduction of Supergirl and the edition with Brainiac. I found it. I bought it. I gave it to her."
"The price you paid for two comic books was over thirty grand. If she hadn't squealed it no one in the room would have been any the wiser." Lori laughed.
"It was for Christmas. You see, Michonne talks a lot, and I learned to be a good listener. There are only two reasons she doesn't talk, and that is if she is concentrating or she is pissed off. Well, there is a third, sleeping. I am privy to all that is on her mind when we are together."
"You two are together often. She's here with us on Christmas." Lori looked from her kitchen into the living room where Michonne was laughing with the kids and Shane. Rick's parents were in attendance and began conversing with Michonne who laughed heartily at whatever story Senior Grimes had just told.
"About that-" Rick was ready to apologize.
"I have no problem with whatever type of relationship you decide on with Michonne, Rick. I have no problem with her being with us on Christmas Day. It speaks volumes, and I am wondering if your brain is catching up to that fact."
"Michonne keeps me sane. We went Christmas shopping. Physically enduring last minute crowds. No online ordering. We have even set up a small tree at my place. She is very detailed about the logic behind how to decorate a tree. The gift we got for the kids she wanted to see the kids expression. I wanted her to see and be a part of it."
"You are blushing."
"I'm getting frustrated by these turn of events. Snowballing into one big clusterfuck. Avalanche potential."
"Why do you think that is, Rick?"
"I fall into this thing with Michonne, and at first I was sure it was not what I wanted."
"Well, what do you want?"
"I want her in charge of Operations and Finance. I want to promote her. I want to offer her the position in San Diego. I have everything set to happen. Ready. I just haven't offered it yet, and Now if anyone gets wind of this, I can be accused of favoritism or sexual harassment or holding Michonne back from her potential by not offering this opportunity."
"You need to speak to her privately about the option. Put it out there. Michonne is no dummy."
"So-"
"She might turn it down. Then what?"
"I haven't considered it."
"You quickly offer it to Andrea and be done with it." Lori suggested.
"Yeah, I could do that." Rick noted the option.
"But if Michonne accepts, do you plan to move to San Diego? And what about Carl and Judith?" Lori questioned.
"I'm willing to break things off with Michonne. I'm here for my kids. My kids are first. Plus, no one under any circumstances can ever know that there was something between Michonne if she does accept."
"Then you failed already, Rick. Do you want a relationship with Michonne? Meaning stepping down from Go Stop Insurance if necessary?"
"Go Stop is my life."
"Carl and Judith is too. Do you have room for Michonne to play a bigger role than your company and your children?"
"Michonne doesn't stop talking long enough for me to think straight."
"Don't blame this on Michonne."
"I fall into this thing with her. My mind goes blank. I black out. I am all prepared to stop everything but then she smiles or makes a suggestion or just says my name and next thing I know we are walking up and down a health food aisle together because she insist that we should both go on a green smoothie diet."
"Now you are silly. You like her. You like her a lot."
"Is it obvious?"
"You got that silly grin. You avoid that, no one would be any the wiser, Rick."
