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Chapter VI: A WILL but no way
Michonne's palms are sweaty, and the stress of the day starts to settle. She looks around the room, and everyone is in the middle of a conversation. Michonne's mother has left her side for a few minutes to greet the people, who she hasn't seen in years. Therefore, Michonne doesn't know what to do of herself. She feels a pair of insisting eyes following her around the room.
The tension coils around her shoulders and she raises her head to alleviate the stiffness. Her eyes meet Rick's stern look. She doesn't bother to interpret his irises' change of colour, and she sarcastically raises her vodka glass in his direction. Rick glances at her once more, and he rejoins his conversation with Morgan.
Michonne is about to walk up to the pair, but Sasha abruptly grabs her forearm to stop her. She looks at Sasha, and her cousin's visage carries an alarmed expression. Michonne takes a large sip of her vodka before she has to hear about the latest catastrophe. Sasha disapprovingly stares at Michonne's half-empty tumbler. Michonne rolls her eyes, and with a sarcastic smile, she offers her tumbler to Sasha. Everyone wants to kill her buzz.
"Philip is here," Sasha whispers in Michonne's ear, and Michonne's eyes follow her forefinger toward the spot where Philip stands, "he doesn't seem to know that you're married." Sasha finishes with an accusation in her voice.
Michonne deeply inhales, and she glances at Philip. Her anger abruptly surfaces, and she doesn't return the smile, which he directs at her. He must think her last outburst was a caprice, and she will fall back in line. He wouldn't have been wrong in the past, but a lot has changed in the five days, which Michonne spent in King County. Michonne glances at Rick, and her heartbeat plummets.
"What is going on Michonne?" Sasha questions and Michonne's anguish is obvious.
"I will talk to Philip," Michonne replies while she starts to head toward Philip.
Sasha grabs her arm, and she discreetly drags Michonne away from the crowd and Philip. She is letting happen on her watch. Sasha can't allow that vicious cycle to prosper, and she has tried much time to get Michonne's out of Philip's thumb. Although, her younger cousin appears to be blind to the manipulative side of her boyfriend.
"Don't be stupid…" Sasha spits the word with slight anger, and she holds Michonne in place, "Don't ruin your chance to something good because of that piece of shit. Rick is a good man." She continues with a quieter tone and sincere concerns.
"You would know..." Michonne angrily points out, and she isn't over the even in her room.
The familiarity between Sasha and Rick continues to disturb her. She assumes that they kept in contact while he cut out of his life everyone else.
"I didn't know you kept contact with him." She says with a voice filled with angry accusations.
"New York is smaller than you think." Sasha doesn't allow Michonne's anger to influence her intention, "I have met him once or twice this year. The guy, who I started seeing three months ago, is Rick's best friend." She explains to placate Michonne because a frustrated Michonne will act in spite "if you didn't choose to stick to Philip's crowd, you will have met him too." Sasha ends her explanation, and Michonne has the decency to be embarrassed.
"Not, now," Michonne warns, and she doesn't want to ear an umteenth lecture about her relationship with Philip.
"I don't know how Rick and you became a thing, but I will rather you hold on to him than you return to a messy life with Philip. There is no proper time for that advice." Sasha disregards Michonne's warning.
A small smile appears on Michonne's lip, and she envies Sasha's naivety. The spectrum of emotion, which Philip makes Michonne doesn't hold a candle to half of the emotional rollercoaster, which Rick makes her go through.
"I will handle Philip," Michonne says with confidence, and she pulls her arm out of Sasha's grip.
Rick's eyes move frantically around the room until he notices her speaking with Sasha. Rick absentmindedly agrees with Morgan, and he continues to stare at Michonne. Morgan shakes his head, and he stops talking. There is no point trying to have a conversation when Rick sole focus is ignoring him.
"You can be an adult and go talk to her," Morgan advises, and a confused Rick stares back at him.
"I don't know who the biggest victim of your pride is. It can't be that hard to compromise. Staring at her won't magically animate her legs." He continues with a paternal tone, and Rick feels like a little boy, who his immature actions portray him to be.
"It isn't what you think, grandpa…I." Rick stops mid-sentence and proves Morgan's point.
Morgan follows Rick's intense stares, and his smile disappears. He sighs and wonders what will suffice to open his granddaughter's eye about the man by his side. Philip Blake shouldn't be in his late best friend ranch. Richard Senior hated the man and how he influenced his granddaughter.
"Her boyfriend or ex. You never know with this two." Morgan informs Rick, who hasn't averted his eyes from Michonne and the man holding her arm.
His mind has decided to induce a succession of chemical attacks. Between his palpitating heart and his short breath, the adrenaline is trying to drive Rick to a heart attack. Morgan's words enhance the feeling of distress. With a need of control, the possessiveness comes in association. For a second, Rick only sees Michonne with another man. His Michonne, his wife, and a man, who he does not know. He stands too close to his wife. He breathes to close to his wife. He is leaving the room with his wife.
"Who?" Rick miraculously steps out of his thought, and he tries to pretend.
Morgan rolls his eyes. Surely, no one told Rick that you don't teach a trick to an old monkey. With his entire visage displaying the most primal emotions, he can't have the audacity to deny his jealousy. Rick's posture is the posture of someone trying to display dominance.
"It is obvious where you're looking at, and you haven't replied to my two last questions." Morgan humours Rick, and he follows Rick's eyes to Michonne making an exit with Philip.
Rick attempts to fight his impulses, and he tells himself that he has no right to react disproportionately to the situation. Michonne is not his, and he intends to keep it that way. However, he can't help the motion of his eyes, and Rick delicately follows every of Michonne's step out of the room. When Philip places his arm around Michonne's waist and drags her body to his, Rick's control evaporates. He draws futile deep breaths, and he tells himself to remember his place.
"Give me a minute, grandpa" Rick hears himself say, and his body is already in motion.
He follows Michonne and Philip without conscious thought. He will be damned if another man takes liberties with Michonne while he stands in the same venue. Rick's usual self-awareness disappears under a layer of irrational possessiveness. Until the ink dries on the divorce papers, she is his wife. She is his Michonne. The thoughts are hypocritical and selfish after what he said on Richard Senior's grave, but he can't prevent them from fueling his emotions.
"Take the necessary time to sort it out, Rick." Morgan knowingly says, and he has the impression that Rick is about to behave as he did when he was six and declared that Michonne was his.
Morgan had to have a two hours conversation with a stubborn six years old. Only a promise that he could watch over Michonne and the solid proof that Michelle wasn't taking a one-year Michonne away had convinced Rick. Now, Morgan looked a Rick marching toward Michonne and Philip, and he wonders how different everything was.
"Rick?" Jessie calls as Rick bypasses her without a glance.
He only has eyes for Michonne, and Rick doesn't notice the echoing step behind him. He almost reaches the exit, which Michonne uses, but Jessie grabs him. Rick furiously turns, and he has lost all patience.
"What the fuck do you truly want?" Rick pushes Jessie's hand away from his arm.
In Jessie's drunk state, it doesn't take much to lose her balance. She, fortunately, prevents a fall by reaching for the walls. She has been excessively drinking today, and Rick and Michonne public display has been the incentive. Since he broke the news to her, Jessie can only think about Rick's marriage.
"Rick?" Jessie asks with shock distorting the sound of her voice.
She doesn't understand his aggressiveness, and her narcissism will not allow her to understand her wrongs. She has a plan, and he should be thankful that she chose him instead of Carlton or Pete.
"I don't care, Jessica." Rick throws by his shoulder as he keeps his thought on what Michonne could be doing with her boyfriend.
"Don't act as if you're completely over us." She shouts with no care of who could hear her.
Jessie no longer feels the need to pretend. Carlton and she will soon become ancient history. She can't believe all the years, which she spent with that old man. After her many sacrifices, Rick can't destroy it all.
Rick abruptly alt his steps and her words push him beyond a point of fury. He glances at his 'snap out it' bracelet and he wonders if it is worth keeping his countenance around someone like Jessie. He had ten years of relative peace. Ten years without her obsessive attachment to him and she is about to plunge him back to the same hell, which followed their break up. Before Christmas Eve, Jessie would harass him day and night.
"Do you think ten years wasn't enough to forget you? Do you think the poor romance, which we share while we were horny college student was my greatest love story? You mean nothing to me, Jessica. Leave me the fuck alone or I'm getting a restraining order." Rick holds on his anger, and it is his grand father's funeral.
"You don't have to pretend. I know that I messed up, and you don't want to share with your father. I promised Carlton and me, are not doing so good." Jessie disregards every word, which Rick said.
She reaches for him, and Rick avoids her gripping hand. He considers calling his father, but Carlton's pride won't allow him to perceive the situation under the appropriate light. Rick doesn't want to anyone accusing him of taking advantage of a drunk woman.
"I don't care how bad things are between you and my father. I don't care for you, Jessica. I'm trying to avoid a scene. It is a funeral."
Rick doesn't know what infuriates him their proximity or the jealousy, which results from it. He tells himself to walk away, and Michonne is not his. Although, every step, which he takes, brings him closer to where she stands with Philip. As he approaches the pair, Rick hears the bit of a heated conversation.
Michonne's body language contradicts the thoughts, which drew Rick's out of the Ranch. Philip and Michonne aren't about to engage in anything able to crush Rick's heart. Although, the knowledge doesn't subdue his jealousy. Philip is still standing to close, and his grip on Michonne's arm is questionable. Rick hardly appreciates the way, which Philip towers over Michonne. Everything indicates a power struggle. No one aside of Rick has a right to put Michonne in a submissive position.
"Is everything okay?" Rick makes his presence known, and he glares at Philip's hand around Michonne's arm.
"Everything is fine." Philip dismisses Rick without a glance, while the annoyance in his voice confirms that he is having the most charming conversation with Michonne.
Michonne glances between Rick and Philip. She escapes Philip's hold thanks to the distraction created by Rick's arrival. She steps closer to Rick, and she wants the conversation between Philip and her to end. She has said all she had to say the night when Richard Senior was rushed to the emergency.
"I specifically directed the question to my wife," Rick replies with a chilling tone, and he closes the distance between Michonne and him.
"Your wife?" Philip asks in shock, and he stares at Michonne expecting a denial.
"Philip, meet my husband, Rick Grimes." Michonne confidently says, and it hopes it is a deterrent to Philip.
Philip doesn't show much reaction to discovering that Michonne is married. The name of her husband is what concerns Philip. Rick Grimes as the infamous top 20 of Forbes list youngest rich bachelor. The Rick Grimes, with a colossal empire. He never thought a man of that calibre would be in his orbit. Rick Grimes can't open doors for him. Philip will pimp Michonne to Rick without hesitation for his gain. Michonne can come to that deduction when Philip turns on the charm to impress Rick. She feels like a fool.
"I'm her agent, and I heard…" Philip is already trying to lick Rick boots, but Rick doesn't direct a glance at him.
Rick takes Michonne's hand, and he carefully turns her body to the side to face him. He frames her palms with his hands, and Michonne refuses to make eye contact. She knows what he is trying to do. She hates him for possessing the ability to do it. The selfish bastard is trying to convince her that he is the only man, who she wants. Michonne is tempted to look at Rick, and she is tempted to believe that his world revolves around her. That is his magical trick.
"Are you okay?" Rick asks his knuckles draw partner along Michonne jaws, and he is redirecting the focus of each of her neurons on him.
Michonne goes against her best reasoning, and she looks into Rick's eyes. The compelling effect is immediate, and Michonne drowns into a sea of vibrant emotions. Her arms circle Rick's waist, and Michonne feels drown to him. Her lips graze his chin, and she carefully rises on her toes. She prays anything will make her step out of this trance before she makes a regrettable mistake. Her lips tease his lower lip, and Michonne is about to go against reason. She is going to regret it.
"Rick?" Jessie calls for Rick, and her voice is enough to remind Michonne what are the issues between Rick and her.
"You should handle your mess. Mommy dearest wants a piece of you." Michonne angrily hisses, and she attempts to walk away from Rick.
Rick maintains Michonne in her stop. She continues to breathe his fragrance, and his knuckles continue to caress the curvature of her neck. Rick doesn't care for Philip or Jessie's presence.
"Your lil boyfriend needs to be gone when I come back," Rick warns Michonne, and his anger is silent.
Michonne deduces Rick's intent, and she can't believe that he will do a scene at this moment.
"It is a funeral." She pleads with him, and Rick cocks a challenging eyebrow.
"You keep that in mind" Rick answers and he finally closes the distance between their lips.
Michonne is surprised, but she doesn't resist the pressure of his lips on her. His arm possessively closes on Michonne's waist, and he crashes her body against his. Michonne moans when his free hand explores her slender neck. His tongue flirts with the entrance of Michonne's mouth. His teeth nibbled on her lower lip until she grants assess to her mouth. His kiss loses the laziness, and the passion becomes overwhelming. Michonne clings on Rick's shoulder with her arm tightly locked around his neck. Rick's hands run along Michonne's back to rest on her ass. He presses her more to him, and his tongue continues to conquer every inch of her mouth. She moans and steals her air from his lungs. He tastes like the sweetest mistake. Michonne doesn't care how much her lungs beg for air, and Rick's lip continues their exquisite assault on her senses. She has decided that asphyxiation is an honourable way to die, but it abruptly stops when Jessie pulls on Rick's arm. Although, he keeps his lips pressed to Michonne's one when he disapprovingly sighs.
"You're married to me until the ink dries on the divorce paper," Rick says as he finally allows Michonne to step out of his hold.
"You should live by it too." Michonne glances at Jessie, who continues to pool on Rick's arm.
Rick reluctantly drags Jessie back to the Ranch, and he leaves her in Carlton's arm.
"I need you to leave, Philip." Michonne turns to face Philip, and she doesn't know why he bothered attending in the first play.
"Not without an explanation. After you throw yourself like a whore to that man." Philip replies out of spite, and his only grievance is an abrupt loss of control on Michonne.
She is his walking wallet, and if Rick Grimes is indeed her husband, she is worth ten times more than her past value. Rick Grimes is a man with powerful connections, and Philip doesn't intend to be an agent forever. He can already figure out a way to have Michonne convince Rick to give him a chance. He doesn't mind sharing.
"Your explanation is walking away. Feel free to go ask him for details since you were ready to hop on his dick. I owe you nothing after I called you several times, and you ignored me for your bimbos." Michonne's reply astounds Philip, and he is about to argue when she continues to speak.
"You lost your girlfriend, but try me and your job will be next."
After the last guest leaves the Ranch, Rick expects the day to end. He simply wants to pack his bag and leave King County. He doesn't want to think about the kiss with Michonne. He has partly forgotten the intense argument with Jessie. Rick has a bag to pack, and he will return to his simple CEO life.
With the event of the day, he has forgotten about Carlton and the reading of his grandfather will. Michonne knocks at the door of Rick's room, and she waits for him to open. Rick slowly makes his way to the door, and once the door opens on Michonne, he knows that his attempts to forget their kiss are futile. That knowledge irritates him, but he can't express his frustration because he is too busy wanting to continue what Jessie.
Rick looks at Michonne, and he prays that she doesn't invade his space as she did his mind. After the day's stress, he might do the stupidest thing ever and indulge. She leans against the frame of his door, and she eyes his luggage. Michonne sighs and pushes away from her face the dreadlocks, which escaped her bun.
Rick simply takes her in, and she is a mistake waiting to happen. Her body perfectly fitted in a black cocktail dress. Her face is bare from all artifice with soft glowing skin. Her feet bare and he forgot how she hardly reaches his shoulders. For his own sanity, Rick decides to break the moment.
"What do you want, Michonne?" Rick abrasively asks, and his irritability has grown with his plaguing thought.
"Grandpa Richard's solicitor has arrived. Uncle Carlton requests your presence." Michonne disregards Rick's irritation and she leans against the doorframe to wait for him.
She doesn't want to be in Rick's presence after that kiss. He pushes her down a path, which she no longer wants to explore. Her feeling must have never died. They were dormant until he reminded her that her body craved him. Michonne watches Rick undo his tie. She wonders if she will ever come out the rabbit hole.
"This day will never end." Rick sighs, and he follows Michonne.
Rick and Michonne find everyone in Richard Senior's office. Maggie sits by her husband, who Rick hasn't had time to meet. Jessie has retrieved her sobriety, and she once again acts as the dedicated wife. Carlton sits by her side, as a perfect pet should. Morgan is speaking with Richard Senior solicitor, Deanna Monroe.
Rick politely nods in her direction, and he takes the only remaining available seat, which is by Michonne's left. Jessie throws a displeased glance in their direction. Rick isn't very comfortable with Michonne's proximity. He needs to focus, but he can't get their kiss out of his mind.
Once everyone is of attendance, Deanne settles in the chair behind the desk. She starts to go through most of Richard Senior legal contract. She quickly sorts through properties. Real estates and funds. Once she considers everything to be on order, Deanne starts.
"As stated in this file, Mr Richard Grimes senior chose Mr Morgan Jones as his executor." Deanne stops to offer anyone a chance to contest that fact.
No one in the room speaks, but Carlton isn't truly pleased. He clings on a file, and he keeps it close to his chest. He glances at his wife, and Jessie wears a discreet smile. She has waited for this day, and she can't wait to be the owner of the Grimes fortune. After certainty that no complaint will follow Morgan's role as the executor of Richard Senior's will, Deanne pursues.
"I'm here to establish the legality of Mr Grimes will. If any of you is in possession of the late Richard Senior's will, please produce it." She looks around the room, and Carlton rushes to leave his spot.
Jessie watches him with a pleased expression, and he finally unclutches the files. Carlton places the will, which he came to fish right after his father death became official. He has been sitting on it, and the two days of waiting felt like an eternity.
"I have the will, and I far as I know my father considered me the executor." Carlton has to contest Morgan.
Deanna picks the will, which Carlton presents to her. She reads it as a simple formality. The will is the one from twelve years ago. It's prior to Carlton's failure as CEO, and it is prior to his marriage with Jessie.
"This is no longer valid Carlton." Deanna calmly says, and she returns the will to Carlton, "Richard senior changed his will about a year ago and made Morgan his executor." She finishes, and Carlton is too shocked to react immediately.
"Here, if you will kind enough to read it, Deanna." Morgan pulls Richard Senior's will, and he places it on the desk.
Deanna does what she previously did with the will, which Carlton presented. She verifies the authenticity of everything, and she starts to read it.
"I, Richard Grimes senior by the present come to notify my family of my will. As I'm sound of body and mind, the validity of my will can be disputed." Deanna reads the first line, and once again, she waits for contestation.
No one voice anything although Jessie inquires when the will was made. Morgan can't believe her audacity. In the room, she is the one with the least ground to contest anything. Deanna graciously answered, and she continued to read.
"To my beloved grandchild, Michonne. I leave my most cherished possession. Every jewellery, which my beloved wife possessed, should be passed to Michonne with exception of the following sets. The pearl necklace, which is Maggie's favourite. The emerald ring, which also should go to Maggie." Deanna says, and she drags the legal document to allow assess to one of Richard senior vault.
Michonne doesn't know how to react to the news. Judith Grimes' jewellery collection is immense, and there are so many rare pieces in it. Many of the jewellery can't be worn because of their value. Above all, it is worth millions. From modest gold to diamond, Michonne doesn't know what to do with such collection.
"Why will he give it to her when it belongs to Carlton's mother. That should be in possession of her son or at least Maggie." Jessie furiously shouts, but Deanna remains unfazed.
"Richard inherited that jewellery from his late wife. If she saw fit for Carlton to have it, she would have said it." Morgan steps in defence of his granddaughter, and Michonne had a beautiful relationship with Judith.
"As for my different properties and real estate, Richard junior should manage them as he sees fit. Aside from the Atlanta residence, which Judith wanted our son Carlton to inherit; Richard junior is the sole honour of the remaining residences. Maggie will receive the Ranch as she always loved it" Deanna places the properties title and there are at least thirty residences all over the world.
Carlton is very silent, and the world is crumbling down. Jessie has a hard time consoling herself about the losses. Maggie will allow Carlton to control the Ranch, and Jessie could care less about a modest seven-room in Atlanta. She wants the lavish villa in Malaga. She wants the chalet in Switzerland. She wants what matters not the breadcrumbs. Although, she controls her emotion. As long as Carlton takes Richard Senior's shares of Grimes and Jones, everything will be all right.
"As for the Grimes and Jones consortium, my shares should be transferred to Richard junior in the scenario, where he is married to Michonne Jones. If Richard happens to be single at a time, Morgan Jones is allowed to buy my shares at the symbolic price of twenty thousand dollars …" Deanna can't finish reading the last line.
The room erupts, and Carlton loses his temper. He stands and demands to see the will, which Deanna refuses to allow. Obscenities are shouted, and Jessie can't move. After all, she did. After the sacrifice, that bitch of Michonne will never have what is rightfully hers.
"The money will be distributed as follows: two quarter for Richard. One quarter for Maggie, and the remaining one quarter to Carlton." Deanna doesn't stop, and she ignores Carlton.
"Five thousand dollars… five thousand dollars." Jessie attempts to understand.
This is what she is going to get for screwing that wrinkle idiot. Five thousand dollars because she doesn't believe Rick betrayed her that way.
"In the case scenario where Richard is married to Michonne Jones, Richard junior should manage the consortium and proceed to allocate a monthly allowance to Maggie, which I advise to keep the present amount. As for Carlton allowance, Richard should be able to decide the perfect amount." Deanna pursues although the atmosphere in the room announces a cataclysm.
"Those are Richard senior will. As I was present during the making of this will, I can testify of its legality. Mr Jones should be able to execute them." She finishes, and she closes the will.
"Deanna?" Carlton calls for Deanna as she stands to leave.
"Yes, Carlton?" She stops to listen to his complaint
"You can't tell me you trust this man. This will only profit his family. It is clearly fake." Carlton sneers at Morgan, and he refuses to acknowledge his son.
"You can contest it, Carlton, but I will advise you not to waste your time. I was present when this will was made or are you accusing me of falsification," She challengingly asks, and Carlton loses his courage.
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The tension in the room saturates everyone, and Maggie the neutral party attempts to diffuse it. Morgan has left to see Deanna out. Carlton is boiling and ready to explode. Rick only wants to return to his life. Michonne lays her head on Rick's shoulder, and much like her husband, she wants her life back. Although, they have both inherited a colossal fortune.
Jessie watches Michonne with I'll intent, and she doesn't understand how everything changes in a second. She never liked Michonne. She was always around Rick. Even when Jessie and Rick date, Michonne seemed to be his priority. There was always something wrong with Michonne. She should have known the other woman was competition.
"This is what you wanted," Carlton launches at Morgan when he returns. "To take over my dad's company. Taking all the shares for close to nothing. Twenty thousand, my ass." Carlton grabs Morgan by the collar, and he hurls his anger at the face of the man.
Finally, the tension in the room implodes. Everyone breaks out of the stupor. Michonne rushes to pull Carlton away from her grandfather. She grabs his arm and struggles to move him.
"You wanted those share for so long, and you probably killed him for it. He was doing fine, and his attack was nothing lethal." Carlton hits Morgan before anyone can react.
Rick drags his father away while Michonne checks on her grandfather. Maggie stands in the corner of the room unable to react. Tetanized while the chaos unfolds. Jessie moves toward her husband and stepson.
"Carlton." frustrated and angry, Rick shoves his father against a wall, and he attempts to restrain the frantic older man.
"Oh shut up," Carlton replies and he wants to get Rick off him.
Jessie pulls on Rick's arm to free her husband, but it is pointless.
"Your accusation is pointless. Grandpa Morgan is not buying my shares." Rick magically remains calm amidst the extreme chaos.
"Your shares?" Carlton and Jessie question for different reasons.
"In case you missed that line. In the scenario where I'm married to Michonne, which I'm. I inherited his shares of the company." Rick replies, and he releases his father.
It quickly becomes a mistake, which he regrets. Carlton hits him square in the face, and Rick stumbles backwards. He quickly recovers, and he doesn't bother counterattacking. He simply wants to be out of this family mess. Michonne reaches for him, and he pushes her hand away claiming that he is fine.
"You're in it with him. What would I expect different from a son of a bitch like you? You're not getting away with it. I will contest this will and demand an autopsy." Carlton raves and Jessie panics after his last sentence.
"Honey, calm down." Jessie tries to stop him before the autopsy becomes a reality.
"Do what you want," Rick replies, and his lack of fear infuriates Carlton.
"Son of a bitch," Carlton shouts at Rick, and with the words, Rick's restraint vacillates.
Between Carlton and Rick, the first source of conflict tied to Carlton's treatment of Rick's mother. The constant infidelity, which never stopped until her death. The night when Carlton didn't show to the hospital because he was too busy with his new plaything. With those specific words, Carlton knows that he is hitting below the belt.
"Rick?" Michonne holds on Rick's arm, and she can't express the anger, which she sees in his eyes. "Please." She pleads with him.
Michonne miraculously holds his attention, and it suffices to snap him out of blind fury. Rick takes a deep breath, and Morgan silently orders him to leave.
"Think about your allowance, Carlton," Rick says with a hint of spite and mockery.
Carlton can't take the humiliation, and he pulls on Michonne's arm so she will let go of her husband.
"Let him show how much of a man he is." Carlton pulls a bit too hard, and Michonne hits the ground.
"Don't you dare touch my wife?" Rick hits Carlton Square in the face with all the rage, which he can no longer contain.
"I'm fine…I'm fine." Michonne quickly rises from the floor, and she puts herself on Rick's destructive path.
"That Hollywood whore. How much did you promise her to get her on board with your deceit? I can't believe my dad gave her my mother's ring …" Carlton starts to spew his venom, but Rick's fist interrupts him.
Michonne stares in shock because of how quickly Rick bypassed her. Morgan is the only one to react in a matter of second. Although, it doesn't suffice. Rick is already on top of Carlton, and he is blinded by fury. He relentlessly hits his father's face until his knuckles start to bruise.
"Carlton," Jessie shouts, and she tries to shove Rick from her husband.
"Richard, enough." Morgan pulls Rick from bleeding and bruised Carlton.
Although, Rick easily bypasses him. He returns to a Carlton laying on the floor to finish whatever he intends to do. Rick kicks Carlton harder and harder. Morgan does a poor job restraining him, and Rick is in a spiral of unrestrained anger. Michonne breaks out of her shock, and she doesn't consider the risk. However, she isn't letting Rick's blind rage cost a life. She jumps on Rick's back, and she tries to drag him down with her weight.
"Rick, let go." Michonne and Morgan shout until Rick moves away from Carlton.
Everyone in the room stares quietly, and ultimately Maggie retrieves her senses. She rushes to the phone to call Pete Anderson to attend Carlton. Rick has yet to break out of his rage. He kicks on what stand on his way and throws things until he abruptly stops.
"Rick?" Michonne calls after him while he walks out of the room unbothered by the chaos, which he lefts behind.
Michonne hears Rick's pacing from her room, and the sound starts to become oppressive. Her reason tries to suppress her instinct. Beforehand, Morgan sent Michonne away because her anxious pacing would have given him a heart attack. From the event of the night, no one has recovered. What transpired adds tension to the present anguish.
The walls suddenly are too thin, and the air is unbreathable. The clock chirps to announce a new hour, and Doctor Anderson leaves the Grimes ranch at three in the morning. In the last hour, Carlton called Michonne a whore at least five times. Maggie and her husband, Glenn, have retired for the nights. Morgan offered Michonne a glass of bourbon, and he has issued the explicit order to let Rick cool off.
However, Michonne can't stand the sound of his pacing. She knows of his anger management problem, and Rick is in therapy. The leather bracelet on Rick's hand, which he endlessly snaps, is a technique that Michonne knows. Nonetheless, she didn't expect to see him display such amount of fury or the total lack of control.
Morgan's advice is the logical thing, but Michonne lacks discernment when Rick Grimes is the chore of the problem. Consequently, she stands in front of Rick's door and listens to every sound. Michonne morbidly needs to know what is happening behind Rick's closed door. She gathers all of her courage to knock at Rick's door, and he doesn't answer. She considers abandoning, but the pull to intervene dominates her common sense. Michonne knocks until Rick can no longer ignore her.
"What?" Rick snatches the door open and walks away from it without a glance.
Rick doesn't have to look to know who is at his door. Michonne's way to knock on a door hasn't changed in twenty years. She puts enough strength to create the needed noise, but the tapping is extremely fast. The sound of her knock still irritates him, and it is impossible to ignore. The amount of pointless details, which Rick knows about Michonne, is laughable.
"Are you okay?" Michonne asks as she follows Rick inside and closes the door.
"You knocked at my door for twenty minutes to ask a stupid question?" Rick sceptically challenges Michonne, and he drags his duffle bag on his bed.
"With bleeding knuckles, the question naturally comes to mind." Michonne takes Rick's hand, and she inspects his knuckles.
Rick pulls his hand away from her fingers, and he puts some distance between their bodies. Rick is volatile, and he fails to control any of his emotions. Rick grabs a shirt to busy himself, and he decides to ignore Michonne.
"After everything that happened tonight, Grandpa is worried about you," Michonne tells a half-truth, and she doesn't know how Rick will receive her concern.
Her presence appears to add a different dynamic to his lack of control. She has a glimpse of it in the smouldering stare that he directs at her, but Rick's annoyance quickly subdues the intensity of his stare.
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Michonne sits on Rick's bed, and her hands itch for something to do. Michonne's need for nicotine abruptly resurfaces. A tension settles between the room's occupants. Michonne remembers that Rick is in possession of her cigarette pack. Following tonight's events, she needs to smoke several cigarettes to lessen her adrenaline.
Forgetting physical boundaries, Michonne thrusts her hand in Rick's pocket. Michonne works to retrieve her cigarettes, and her hand parenthetically explores Rick's thigh.
She does not rub his bare skin, but the effect is similar to one from a less innocent caress. Her fingers dance on Rick's leg and ascend higher on his thigh. The material of his dress pant clings on Rick's skin where Michonne's hand passes. Her fingers continue to crawl higher in his thigh and start to flirt with his groin. Rick looks at Michonne's hand, and his thoughts are beyond his control. Of course, he will strive for his control in the most primal way. Rick grabs Michonne's wrist, and he drowns the echoes of his thoughts under reasoning.
"I'm okay." He abrasively replies to her, and Rick's thumb draws many circles around Michonne's wrist. "Now, that you attended to your marital duty, you should leave." Rick yanks her hand out of his pocket, and he grabs Michonne by the arm to force her to leave.
Rick pulls Michonne up, and he is rough. His grip is nearly bruising. Michonne destroys his well-constructed balance between control and detachment. Rick needs Michonne to leave, or his actions might become nefarious to his well-being. Michonne swats Rick's hand away from her arm, and she reclaims her initial spot on Rick's bed. The hem of her dress climbs on her thighs, and Rick regrets his inclination to choose poorly when the equation contains Michonne.
"Here we go again." Michonne feigns the indignation, and she expected nothing else from Rick.
Believing that Rick will have a change of heart is heresy. Each time Michonne moves, the hem of her dress rides higher on her thighs. Rick sighs and closes his eyes. He rubs his palms against the side of his pants, and he decides to redirect his thoughts to safer topics.
Michonne languorously peers at him, and Rick would like to know her aim. Michonne is so intimate to Rick's needs. She is in control of her emotions. In Rick's chaotic state, she is irresistible. He wants to see how malleable she will be in his hands. What does he need to do to take away her control? Another side effect of his trauma, Rick needs to dominate his environment.
"You have ceased to care for your little wife. Defending my honour doesn't matter anymore." Michonne sarcastically adds, and she inserts in a seductive intonation to her words as a mockery to his seriousness.
The effect remains the same for Rick. He attempts to distract his mind, and he grabs the first clothes and pushes it in his duffle bag. Rick needs to leave the ranch tonight. He needs to escape the confusion. Michonne picks the clothes out of his hand, and Rick glares in frustration. Why does she need to pock and probe?
"What do you want, Michonne?" Rick can't prevent his reaction.
He sizes and challenges Michonne with a question. What does she want? What hasn't she taken from him? Does she want a taste of what being in the centre of a storm means? Does she want to experience what happens when he doesn't restrain everything he feels for her? What does Michonne want?
"I want to have a conversation. I want to know what is going on with you. I want to tell you how exhausting you're. Pick the answer, which suits you, Rick." She casually answers, and Rick questions when she got a spine.
Does she know what she is playing? She involuntary enters a game to decide the dynamic of power in their relationship. Michonne is instinctively reacting to the energy and the tension emanating from Rick.
"Congratulation, you did all three. You can find your way out." Rick takes back his shirt, and he places it in the duffle bag.
Michonne switches her position, and she sits on her calves. She slightly lifts her tights to appear taller against Rick. She challenges Rick, who her sudden bravery amuses. Rick bends toward Michonne to be at eye level with her. He lays his hands flat on Michonne's shoulders, and he rubs his thumbs along her collarbone. Rick's palms spray warmth on Michonne shoulder, and the tips of his finger caress her nape. Loose coils tangle around his fingernails. Rick tilts Michonne's head with a cutting tug, and she has to adjust her posture to face.
"You don't have the monopoly of pain." Michonne composedly says, and she draws a deep breath.
Michonne refuses to let Rick's intimidating technique suppress her voice. His hands restrict the movement of her throat without it being painful. Although, Michonne's heart rate speeds. Rick's forefinger grazes Michonne's pulse point.
"Please, enlighten me. How America sweetheart has it so hard." Rick counters with a voice, which takes a predatory suaveness.
His thumbs retrace back their path, and his hands leave Michonne's neck. He should walk away while he can. He doesn't need to complicate the situation.
"You aren't the only broken individual in this world. I'm tired…No I'm exhausted." She states and punctuates every word with a slight push against Rick's chest.
The first thing, which Rick told Michonne, is not to touch him. She seems to make it her mission to go against that request. In every fashion, which Rick can tolerate, Michonne has touched him. Her fingers always graze his arm. Her nose would graze his neck. Her lips would be pressed against his. What kind of restraint does she believe that he has? She can't be that blind to his reaction.
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Michonne can't be blind to Rick's constant need to keep an appropriate distance between their bodies. Does she ever think of the consequences? Unmistakably, Rick is the one with the moral high ground. Why will she put him through more turmoil? Why will she come to him when he wants her with an aching desire?
"I can't do this with you." Michonne continues her tirade, and Rick doesn't listen to half of what she said.
Rick focuses on Michonne's palm, which she presses on his clothed abdomen. Michonne ceases to push him. She settles for sinking her nails into Rick's tone stomach. He watches her nails slowly claw out at his stomach every time that she issues a complaint.
She plays with the button on his shirt. She absentmindedly slips her fingers between the spaces in the row of buttons. Her forefinger nail digs a sinuous path into his skin. She unconsciously follows his happy trail.
"Don't worry you will have your divorce." Rick steadies Michonne's hand, and he hauls it out of his shirt.
Surprised, Michonne abruptly stands from the bed, and she traps her body between Rick and the bed's edge. Michonne nearly collapses on the bed, and she reflexively clings on Rick for balance. Rick closes his eyes, and he attempts to make abstraction of Michonne. Although, she stands on his toes. Her thigh lies between his legs and presses on his manhood. Her hands fist his shirt, and she continues to be naive to their proximity. Her rant monopolizes her mind. Her mouth is close enough to his skin for every breath, which she takes to feel like teasing caress on Rick's neck.
"You hate me, fine. It is my fault." Michonne takes a step forward, and Rick steps back to counterbalance. Michonne's thigh grazes Rick's manhood, and his resistance diminishes with every passing second, "I ruined your pathetic life. I made it hell because of a stupid crush on you." Michonne eats the distance, which Rick struggles to keep between them.
"Do you have any idea of what you do to me?" Rick replies, and he has his response to how obvious she is to the situation. She looks into his eyes, and she takes in the intensity of the darkening shade of blue. Michonne stutters for a second.
"You want me, fine, and it is my fucking fault too." She shoves him in frustration, and Rick finishes against the wall.
Michonne's hands pressed against his chest keep him pinned to the wall.
"You must like it how you make me feel so out of control," Rick confesses to Michonne, and his thoughts are spinning.
Figuratively and literally, Michonne pinned Rick against a wall. Why does she think that the wisest thing to do is to talk about how much he wants her? His efforts to deny his desire aren't sufficiently pointless, and she has to render them obsolete.
"I can't care for every detail necessary to your happiness. Do what the fuck you want." Michonne states and Rick takes her up to the challenge.
He grabs her hands, and he expertly manoeuvres to exchange their positions. Michonne finds her back shoved against the wall while Rick raises her arms and keeps them above her head. Rick's knee parts her legs, and he thrusts his throbbing hard manhood against her inner thigh. He keeps her crushed against the wall. Rick's nose grazes her nose, and Michonne's lips flirt with Rick's tongue.
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"Rick?" Michonne's heart flutters, and the deep breath, which she takes, don't ease the fire in her lungs.
With every panting breath, Michonne's breasts graze Rick's chest. Rick rests his forehead in the crook of Michonne's neck. Maintaining a status quo seems pointless tonight. Fighting his desire to remain levelheaded loses its appeal with every breath of air saturated by Michonne's fragrance. The tip of Rick's nose runs along her collarbone, and he can't breathe enough of Michonne.
"I know." He answers with his eyes following the slight partying of her lips.
Rick's lips tease Michonne's lips. Michonne tastes Rick in the air, which she breathes. Rick's knee widely parts her legs, and Rick's hard manhood grazes Michonne increasingly wet panties. Michonne works to anchor her mind. She strives to remember the reason why they shouldn't go through with this moment of folly.
Rick is grasping for control, and his grip on Michonne's delicate wrist confirms it. Although, the small bites, which Rick places around her collarbone like an adorning necklace, is a display of commendable restraint. He bites and licks her soft skin with slow dedication. Rick's lips touch every bare skin along her neck, but he magisterially avoids all the spot where Michonne aches for his caress.
"This is a bad idea," Michonne responds without conviction when Rick's lip starts the sensual exploration of her jaws.
"Great, we both know it ..." Rick brushes his lips against Michonne's lips, and he creates a small path of kisses until the crook of her neck. Their lips barely touch, but the anticipation of the contact is sufficiently poisonous to Michonne's senses. The knuckles moulding a path from her knee to the hem of her dress are electrifying. The lightness of Rick's touch is intoxicating because it creates a state of craving. Her need for him influences her courage.
Rick's free hand continues to explore her curves until it closes around Michonne's neck. His thumb caresses her soft shivering skin while mimicking the speed of her slowing pulse. His lips lazily brush against Michonne's one. Rick offers her the liberty to lead their kiss or to end it before everything goes too far.
"I'm going to regret this." Michonne makes an informed decision while minimizing the consequences.
She weights the pro and cons, but Michonne doesn't possess the lucidity to identify cons when Rick's lips are pressed against hers. Rick's taste is still engraved in her mind.
Michonne closes the remaining distance between their lips. She demands all of Rick into a kiss. It is aggressive, bruising, but some restraint remains. Their tongues move at a suave pace. He tastes like everything meant to consume her with needs. He tastes like happiness, which is out of reach. He tastes bitter like a fine absinth burning her taste buds and establishing in her heart the craving for more. Therefore, she drinks at his lips in hope to quench a thirst, which a taste of him fuels.
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"No," Rick's teeth sink in Michonne's lower lip, and he raises her hands higher.
Michonne winces and moans. Rick slightly tugs on her lower lip. His hand slides from her face to her neck. The caress is sensual and comforting. He replaces the warmth, which she lost with the departure of his lips. His thumb settles above her carotid pulse. The pulse is fast and bounding. She is anxious. He kisses her with more tenderness. His tongue parades in her mouth and teases her senses.
"Do you want this?" Rick demands, and Michonne's answer is to deepen the kiss.
Rick uses his grip on her neck carefully to pull her away. His fingers crawl from her neck to her jaw. He places small kisses on the mark his finger left around her neck. His knuckles rub Michonne's cheek, and Rick rests his forehead on Michonne's. The blue of his eyes takes a blinding paleness, and Michonne closes her eyes in response. She basks in his fragrance
"Do you consent to this?" Rick whispers, and he loosens his grip around Michonne's wrist.
She nibbles at his lower lip, and she presses his hand against her wetness. The lace of her panty sticks to the finger, which he drags along her cover slits. She slides her free hand in his curls and kisses him with a crushing desire.
"Say that you want me." Rick tangles his finger around her locks and slightly tilts her head with a small tug on her nape.
Michonne gasps due to the brisk movement and sudden sharp pain. Tender fingers massage her scalp until she can't help but moan. Rick smiles, pleased with Michonne's cry of pleasure. His scent infiltrates her skin and intoxicates her mind.
"Yes, I want you." Her desire for Rick is a dull ache, which is the worse type of pain.
An ache, which burns with consistency until dealt. Michonne's nails dig into his flesh to keep her upright. They both don't mind the small sporadic sharp pain. They are too engrossed in the exploration of their skin. She can't help but peer into Rick's eyes. The sudden domineering aura around him is intoxicating.
"Tell me if I get too rough." He says and punctuates his words with a bruising kiss.
"Oh fuck…" Michonne cries when Rick starts to rub the heart of her pleasure, and her feminine juice coats his fingers.
His thumb is lazily massaging her clitoris. With his other fingers, he is parting her labia. His index runs between her slits. He pushes a finger in her eager core.
"Do you like it?" He swallows the pleading moans for more, which leaves Michonne's lips when he pushes a second finger in her, and he does move until Michonne sinks her teeth in his neck because she wants more. "Do you want me ball deep in you?" Rick starts to finger fuck her. "Do you want me bruising your wall?" He pushes his fingers deeper, and he moves them faster "What do you really want? My dick or my tongue." He continues to finger fuck her and rub her clitoris until her wall starts to contract.
"Rick…" She cries his name again, and she melts into his arms.
Rick pulls his finger out his finger, and he sucks every ounce of Michonne's cum. He pulls her away from the wall, and he leads her toward his bed.
"Strip," Rick confidently orders, and he expects obedience.
He starts to undo his buttons, and he throws his shirt to the side.
"How do you want me to do it?" Michonne voices the thing, which she wants the most now to please him. To earn his approving smile. To be rewarded by his touch.
The question is given in a timid tone. It brings a smirk to Rick's lips.
"Come here…" Rick says, and Michonne's hesitant caress draws a subtle moan out of his lips.
He savours his little victory against her reason. Rick takes her soft lips between his plump ones. The kiss is lazy, and the passion is hesitantly rising. Rick breaks the kiss before Michonne can become accustomed to his taste. He needs her to crave him, and he can only obtain the desired effect if he eludes her. She sighs and goes for another kiss. Her resistance has reasonable limitations.
"You drive me so mad." She lifts her eyes to meet his.
In that agitated brown sea, Rick sees the need for his validation. Michonne finds in his eyes promises of exquisite pleasure, which turn the bones and flesh into canonized ashes.
Rick places his hands on her cheeks and caresses her face with his thumbs. With an intensity that shatters Michonne, Rick takes her lips between his. His lips are smooth, and he is gentle in a way, which she is not accustomed to from anyone. He is not pressing but lazier in the strokes of his tongue. There is a lightness to his caress, which could rival the touch of a painter on an impressionist piece. Michonne's mouth slightly opens to allow the entrance of the sweet invader.
Eventually, Rick deepens the kiss. His tongue strokes become more aggressive, and his tongue is impetuous and authoritative. The joust between their tongues is virulent and inflamed. Rick only stops exploring her mouth to suck on her lip while he relentlessly returns to engage her tongue in a new tango.
Rick turns Michonne around to help with her zipper, and his hand steadies her. He wraps an arm around her waist and presses her back to his front. Rick's lips rest on the nape of Michonne's neck. He licks the curvature of her neck and bites the junction between her neck and her shoulder.
He sinks his teeth in her tender flesh. He marks her as deeply as he can. He leaves proof of whom she offers her submission. He traps her in his magnetic field, and she can't help but fall prey to desire. Michonne is an ingénue, who has found the pervasive source of trouble.
Rick wants her to understand the primal and carnal part of sex, as he won't offer the emotional side of it. He doesn't need the burden of emotions. Instead, he wants her barbarically to take from his being until he is empty and unable to offer her anything.
Rick starts to kiss Michonne's shoulder while she unzips her dress. Every inch of skin, which she reveals, Rick adores and celebrates with his devoted lips. His teeth graze her bareback, and his tongue soothes the ache of his bite. When the fabric of her dress hits the floor, Rick's eyes stop on her ass. He draws Michonne to his groin, and he sandwiches his harden penis between her buns. His forefinger hooks around her thong and Michonne steps out of it.
"Own me!" She whispers against his lips while he guides her to his bed.
The lures Rick's primal side out of slumber, and he is so eager to dominate her. He can no longer resist Michonne corrupting call. She sits on the edge of his bed, and Rick feasts the heavenly sight of her body. Her perky breast, the hue of her sweet skin, and her endless leg. He wants everything to imprint to his memory.
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Michonne's fingers grip his pants' waistband, and she doesn't go further with her teasing touch. Michonne stares into his eyes and her heart flutters. With a strong pull on his waistband, she drags him down until he is on his knee and at eye level with her. Victorious on his knees, Rick waits for Michonne's inevitable surrender. She places her second hand on his free cheek. Her thumb seeks his bottom lip. Rick teasingly sucks her thumb, and later he bites the tip when he releases it.
Her aching for him grows. His palm caresses Michonne's knees, and he parts her legs. His tongue teasingly licks the slit of her vagina. His thumb rubs her engorged clitoris.
"Rick…" She moans with reverences when she regains use of her tongue. No one ever said his name with such worshipping tone, and she still manages to infuse the passion and exuberance of pagan prayer.
Each lick brings rawer cries of pleasure from Michonne's lips. Rick' tongue penetrates the slit of her vagina. She pleads with him for more, but he knows when denial brings to heighten senses. Each of Michonne's raw cries for more, Rick systemically denies, and he punishes her with a caress on her clitoris. Michonne's fingers tangle and tug on Rick's curls to pry him away, but the same hand maintains him in place.
Michonne slides her hand from his hair to his shoulders. The tips of her nails graze the flesh of his neck, and she leaves little marks behind her trail. Rick winces when her manicured nails dig those trails, but Michonne quickly soothes his pain with another caress
His tongue relentlessly digs in and out of her vagina. His fingers massaged the throbbing ache of her clitoris. Michonne throws her head back and closes her eyes. The rich and inventive profanities, which colour her language, cover the wet sounds of his tongue gliding over her labia.
He has a nonchalant smirk on his lip. She wants to wipe it away, and so she leans down to kiss him. He entraps her tongue between his teeth, and he slightly bites. His lips voraciously devour hers. He pinches her clitoris, and she moans in his mouth. He kisses her again, and he whispers against her lips.
"Be a good girl, come for me." The confident tone of his voice and his hand putting the right pressure on Michonne's clitoris render disobedience an impossible act.
Michonne's walls contract and she drifts into waves of pleasure. Only the weight on Rick's body as he lays on top of her grounds Michonne to reality. He intertwines his fingers with her, and he drags her arms up. Rick pins them together above her head. Again, he changes their dynamic. He takes the lead and focuses on maintaining control. His mouth leaves hers to settle on her neck. The kiss carves her flesh, and Michonne has never known a sweeter passion. Rick licks and bites on her erogenous zone until she tries to pry her neck away from his mouth. Her skin has grown so sensitive that the hot air from his breath sends her sensory receptor in overdrive. His free hand fondles her breast.
The way with which his hand runs along her curves is practised and controlled. He offers caresses, which are incendiary. Rick is careless but controlled in his thrust. Slow and masterful. Rough and bruising in the sweetest way. Michonne bites on his shoulder to quiet the passionate moans, which might awaken the entire ranch.
Rick lifts his body and lets himself sink on the side of the bed. She does not know how to follow up or how to hold him down. All her efforts seem pointless, the sacrifice all are meaningless.
He resents that she softens him, and she brings back a bit of his old self. The part of him he wants to be lost and buried, she just walks in all his walls and drags it out.
Needs, Rick breaks under the weight of his needs. His own weakness offends him, and he drives in Michonne's core with more focus. His thrusts are longer and deeper. All Rick offers to Michonne body is worshipping caresses. His thrusts are bruising, and he reshapes her perception of sex. Nothing else could feel this good, and she knows that he is ruining her for other men.
Michonne's palms are moist and hurt from clutching at Rick back, but He never feels enough. Rick deepens their kiss while he uses his hand to light every inch of her body on fire. Her soul goes in flame with every kiss, every bite, and every sweet word.
Rick devours Michonne's mouth, and he consumes her with each dick stroke. He tastes every inch of her skin. His canine almost breaks through her skin. She hisses, and he moves his mouth to her neck. Rick nips and creates a path of little bites until her collarbone.
On Michonne's harden nipple, Rick lowers his mouth. He sucks on it with passion while his right-hand grabs, pinches, and squeezes her other nipple. He causes pain, which enhances Michonne's erotic pleasure. Her moans resonate beyond the wall of Rick's room, and her lungs have combusted.
Michonne's mind is aflame. She can't think, and speaking becomes a task reserved for the god. Words of praise for his masculinity and many profanities indiscriminately die on Michonne's lips. Her moans are the only sounds, which Michonne is able to formulate. Her cries are the only things, which Rick wants to hear.
Michonne's sensual cries echo against every wall with a sacredness similar to the harmony of an organ resonating in a crowded Catholic church. It is enough to cover Rick' ego with laurel. He slams his dick harder in her. Michonne submits to every of his touch, and another power struggle during, which Rick irremediably bounds her to him. He is assertive, and he regains control with each praising cry from Michonne.
There is a dangerous mix of frustration, anger, and lust. There is a lingering desire to fix what was hurt and damaged. Michonne feels so perfect in his arms, and Rick can't stop thinking that she should his. No other woman will ever feel as good as she does.
A cry escapes her throat, and the next thrust more powerful than the previous one. How does he pretend that this moment never happened? Michonne tries to move her face from the sweaty skin of his shoulder, but the warmth of his skin is a comfort. He refuses to look in her eyes, and he finds his way of punishing her for being perfection. Detachment, he has to take a step back, but with every touch, he sinks deeper. Rick dodges Michonne's kiss. He made a mistake, and it will consume him.
There is no soft touch, and there is no loving touch. He barely looks at her, and when she tries to redirect his attention on her, He turns his head to the side. From Rick's tight grip on her waist, bruises form, but they go beyond the skin. From the kisses, which he offers, bruises will arise.
Rick tries to pull away from Michonne, but he can't fight the pulls. He thrust in her until she reaches completion.
He tries to resist, but he comes crashing down. Michonne's take his face in her hand, and she entraps him with a look. He drowns in her eyes, and it is a small death. She will forever be unreachable perfection, and in ten years, sex has never felt like anything but a conquest of power and control. Now, it feels too real for Rick. Michonne is too real. She is beautiful. She is perfect. She is a mistake. She is all his fears and wants. He kisses her to silence all the emotion, which she brings to life. Her kiss and words, which she whispers bring la petite mort to Rick.
She wakes up alone, and Michonne didn't expect anything. Although, Rick spent the night by her side. There was a slight awkwardness, but exhaustion kept the regrets and angry words at bay. Now, there is nothing to keep the emotions buried. Michonne needs a cigarette, and Rick has left her packet on the bedside table. With the cigarette comes a note, and Michonne regrets reading it.
My lawyer will contact your lawyer to see through the divorce process.
Cold and impersonal, why does she bother with Rick Grimes? Michonne made a mistake. To Rick, she will forever be an inconvenience.
Well we have reach the bottom of the barrel, let start fixing this mess. from here, we can't go lower.