A/N: Nkhen, you are too kind!
Lovers and Friends
Michonne didn't know what time it was, but both straps of her tank top were down, and Rick was constantly sliding his thumbs under her breasts. He never fully grabbed her breasts, which drove her crazy enough that she ended up straddling him.
And still he didn't grab her. He kept the same maddening touch.
He was lucky in that his shirt was already off. She took full advantage, kissing his shoulders and imprinting her touch on his warm skin.
He stood with her and then laid them down on the couch. He kissed down her throat to the rim of her tank top, and then he skipped down and lifted the hem to expose her belly. There, he left kisses that made her want more.
Michonne moved them and put herself on top. She had just licked up his neck when he spoke.
"We should go to bed."
She was sure that if her mind wasn't stuck on one track, she would be able to guess what he meant. As it was, she had to ask.
"You mean….together?"
"I mean period, but together doesn't sound half bad. I didn't want to be the one to say anything, but I don't know what time it is. The sun could pop up in the next minute, and here comes Carl."
Michonne sighed and touched her forehead to his. "But this is so much fun."
"I know. Let's do thirty more minutes."
She laughed. Even if he was wearing his watch, he wouldn't have kept time.
"I'm tempted," she said as she sat up, her behind just above the waistline of his pants. "But you're right, we should go to bed."
Rick's eyes drifted down to her breasts. "You're not wearing a bra tonight," he said.
"I, uh, I finally felt comfortable, I guess," Michonne said, her eyes on him.
Rick pulled on the hem of her top, not hard, but he pulled, and when the material stopped over the swell of her breasts, he reached higher and pulled. He exposed her breasts.
"This isn't getting ready for bed," Michonne said lightly.
"I swear it is," Rick said, distracted.
He trailed his hand up her stomach and finally cupped her breasts. Michonne shivered at the culmination of her wait.
Rick's eyes flitted to her heavy ones, and then he started to very lightly rub his thumb all over her nipples.
"Harder," Michonne breathed. Her tone was short, highlighting the command as if she'd yelled it.
Rick gently pushed against her pelvis, telling her to move down. Michonne lifted to do so, and Rick sat up as soon as she did.
"Let's go," he said.
Michonne fixed her top and licked her lips. Many a nights had she tortured herself with images of him seducing her just like that, as commanding with the request as he was when it came to protecting them.
Rick grabbed her hand and headed for the stairs.
"Rick, the light," she said, stiffening her hand to slow him down.
Rick stopped and sighed heavily, as if the light was a game-changing delay. Michonne chuckled and jogged back to turn it off. She jogged to rejoin Rick, and they went up the stairs.
They ducked inside his room, and he gently closed the door.
He navigated the darkness, walking around the bed to turn on the lamp.
"I want to see you," he said quietly when the light came on.
Michonne looked at the baby.
"She won't wake up," Rick said as he walked back to her. "Don't tell me you didn't fool around when Andre was a baby."
"Oh, we did," Michonne said, and she took off her tank top just as Rick stopped in front of her. His eyebrows shut up, just like she wanted.
"Don't start something you can't finish," he warned.
Michonne grinned. She grabbed his waist and directed him to the foot of the bed, where she sat him down.
She stepped back and used her fingers to push her pants down by the waistline until they fell to her feet on their own. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She ran her fingers up her thighs, past her underwear, and then she slid them back down, hooked them between her underwear and her skin, and slid her underwear down.
She called Rick's name then. It took him a second to acknowledge her call, but he brought his ravenous eyes up to her face. She walked to him, and he held her gaze until she stood over him.
Rick looked down then, and he was faced with smooth skin that made his lips tingle with the desire to touch. He kissed the space just under her belly button, and then he kissed his way down, down, until she placed one leg on the bed and he was right where he wanted to be.
He went right for her clit, a delicacy he's imagined in his mouth countless times. He wasn't just a good kisser, he was good with his mouth period. He was attentive, generous, and open with his own enjoyment of the act.
The trembling got to be too much for her one standing leg, so she put the other one down, and the standing leg immediately fell asleep. Rick stood and picked her up, her legs draping on either side of his hips.
He turned them around and climbed the with her. He walked her to the pillows and laid her down. Michonne grinned at the sight of her lube on his lips and pulled him down for a kiss.
Rick laid halfway on her body, leaving her lower half free. They shifted so that she lay her head on his arm. He trailed his fingers down her sternum, down her belly, over her mound, eliciting goosebumps on her skin. He stopped at her clit to rub it in slow circles, and then he continued down to her entrance. He rubbed her entrance with his middle finger and moaned in her mouth, turned on by her arousal for him.
He inserted his finger slowly, mindful of how long it's been for her. Michonne stopped kissing him and grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but in acknowledgement of how long it's been since she'd let anything inside of her. She looked up at him and found that he was watching her, and they both decided that that was what they wanted to do now. They wanted to watch.
Rick fingered her with a single digit, her walls snug around his finger despite how wet she was. He watched how she sighed, how her chest caved in deeper and deeper the better he made her feel; he watched how she licked her upper lip and bit her bottom lip. He watched how she inhaled and closed her eyes when he inserted his ring finger to join the middle.
Michonne opened her eyes when she realized that he was pleasuring her using his actual ring-wearing finger, the metal surprisingly cool against her skin every time he went in. She stilled his hand and looked up at him, because perhaps he didn't realize.
But as she gazed into his eyes, she saw that he knew. She silently questioned him, and he answered with a searing kiss. And he continued repurposing the ring by plying her upper walls with his fingers.
Rick got up and moved between her legs, his fingers not missing a single pump. This gave him a better angle, not just to reach her G-spot, which he did, but to see a lot more of her body. He stuck his other thumb in his mouth to wet it and then used it to play with her clit.
Michonne grabbed the two ends of the pillow under her head, her orgasm building. The increased space between her and Rick made her feel a little self-conscious about the faces she might make when she comes. He could see everything. And his eyes wouldn't budge from her face.
"Oh my God," she trembled. He was plying her G-spot faster and faster now, and she knew she was done for. She shut her eyes right when it happened, gasping loudly when the orgasm hit her.
"Shhh," Rick cautioned, even though he wanted more of her gasps.
He removed his fingers and licked her pussy from the bottom up as she came down from her high.
Michonne blew out a breath and caressed his hair as he suckled her left outer labia. That was all the down time he gave her.
He got up and inserted the same two fingers. He easily found her G-spot again and brought her to the brink. When she was close, he pulled his fingers out and then slowly inserted three.
Michonne lifted her left leg and hooked her elbow under it to make the insertion more comfortable. She sighed when all three fingers were in. "You're gonna kill me," she said. "I really think you're gonna kill me."
It was absurd, but she really felt like she would die if he didn't make her come.
Rick only gave himself a moment to enjoy the new view of her pussy. More than wanting to look, however, the new view made him want to lick and suck, so he dove for her clit and did just that.
"Oh my God," Michonne whispered when he engulfed her already-throbbing clit.
His fingers in her wet pussy made a distinct squishy fap, fap, fap sound as he continued to press her G-spot. Michonne dropped her leg and placed both hands on his head to hold him close as he drove her higher and higher. She watched helplessly as the man she loved, treasured, and trusted worked the entirety of her pussy to make her come.
She cracked piece by piece, like a dam, before the force of her orgasm broke her down completely. She shut her eyes tight and went slack-jawed as she arched, her legs and upper body lifting off the bed as Rick sucked and fingered her to that divine existence.
She sucked in a deep breath, and her body locked it in, releasing it only after she passed over the peak. It trembled out of her loudly, and her body stopped coiling. She dropped her legs to the bed and humped his face, one hand holding his head in place.
Rick removed his fingers and focused on tonguing her clit.
Michonne could come again if he kept it up. She knew she could. She could feel it. And when he stopped her humping by draping both of her legs over his shoulders, successfully trapping his head between her thighs, she was confident that she would.
"Rick," she sighed.
But she stopped him before he could make her come. It would've been a great one, but she stopped him. She was taken aback when he looked at her. The first word that came to her mind was ravage. He looked like a man who'd finally come up for air and was finally seeing the forest as opposed to the tree he'd been focusing on. He looked like he wanted to turn her inside out until she was limp with exhaustion.
She got on her elbows and said,"I want you now. Now."
Rick took his pants off, and Michonne got on her knees in case he required assistance with the only thing he had left. His briefs went next, and Rick found out that Michonne suffered from the same tunnel vision he had earlier. Her eyes were riveted on his pre come coated dick. Worse than him, though, she was sporting a lascivious grin.
He was aroused by the attention, and his cock jumped before her eyes. Michonne lowered and licked his length, like a cone, all around, swallowing down his pre-come in the process. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, and Rick sucked in a breath through his teeth. He didn't allow himself to stay in her mouth, however.
Michonne was ready to protest when he took his dick back. She liked the taste she'd gotten, and she wanted more. She wanted to drive him crazy. But when she straightened, he said, "Next time," and kissed her.
She forgot her protest.
"How do you want it?" she asked against his lips.
"Jesus," he whispered. He had so many wants. So many. He wanted her in the bathroom of the cowardly Father's church after hacking into Gareth, for one. Yes, some of his wants were no longer location-appropriate. Or situation-appropriate.
"On your back," he answered.
Michonne sat and scooted back to lay her head on the pillow again. She spread her knees, ready to be ravaged.
Rick shook his head. Judging by the gleam in her resplendent brown eyes, he was sure she knew how sexy she looked.
He leaned over her, placed a light kiss on the right side of her jaw and said, "You're gonna drive me crazy."
Michonne turned her lips toward his and said, "Good. I promise to put you together again."
Maybe he was crazy for that to make his dick jump, but it did, so there it was.
He claimed her lips and used the opportunity to begin sliding into her.
The feeling of sliding into her, of her swallowing him inch by inch, was magnificent.
"Oh my God," he groaned when her pussy fluttered against his girth.
"You feel so….good," Michonne choked. She trailed her hands down his back, and Rick shivered.
He rose to the full length of his arms and began fucking her. She was clinging to his arms as soon as he started. He wanted to die here. He wanted to come here. He wanted to stay here and live out the rest of his existence, right here between her thighs, right here in her pussy. He wanted this moment to stretch into forever.
Michonne had to fold her lips tight to keep from mewling every time he surged in and still some kind of sound escaped her throat every time.
Rick cursed under his breath and removed the pillow from under her head. He lowered to his elbows and fucked her in search of salvation, in search of purpose and reaffirmation. He fucked her to tell her he wanted her, he loved her, and she had his heart. He fucked her to tell her there was a lot more he wanted with her.
He got closer before she did, his breaths forcing themselves through his lungs.
"Go," Michonne huffed in his ear. "Do it."
She gave him permission to let go in a way that he hadn't in a long time. The closer he got, the emptier he started feeling, fears of failure, feelings of responsibility, death, Noah, Bob, Tyreese, Beth, fears for his kids, the past, the future, even the present, figuring things out, all the problems in Alexandria, always thinking, always on his game, always alert, always thinking of every angle, always ready, all of it was pulled from his hands, pulled from his mind, pulled from his pores. Everything fell away except for the most important woman in his life.
He breathed against her neck, scared of that moment when all of the weight would be snatched from him, and he'd have nothing except his own feelings, just himself, responsible for nothing else but riding out his orgasm.
He tightened his hold on her when he came, clung to her, and she clung back, securing him. His body tightened as he spilled, and he moaned brokenly, bringing tears to Michonne's eyes.
His body relaxed all at once when he was done, his breath fast on her neck. When it halted suddenly, she knew he was crying.
She told him she loved him. She whispered and weaved it all over his body.