Rick and Shyanna finally reach the in-law suite; She knocks on the door, "Mama, it's me open up."
After a few seconds a woman opens the back door slightly enough so you can see her face. She looks Shyanna up and down as though she's a stranger then places a scrutinizing eye on Rick.
The elderly women points her chin to Rick then asks Shyanna, "Who?"
Shyanna gets irked by her mother's scrutiny, "Mama open up, he's here to see Chonne."
The elderly woman opens the door further in order to stand on the patio with them. She's a tall elder women with a rich clay colored skin and dark rust colored hair tie in a ponytail. She's wearing a red flannel shirt, jeans and steel-tow work boots.
"She's not ready to see anyone, Shy" the woman explains.
She continues to give Rick a glare of distrust.
"I know Mama but, this person is different", Shyanna shields her mouth and turns back to Rick and whispers, "This is my over-protective mother, 'Wynona'."
Rick acknowledges, "Nice to meet you ma'am."
Shyanna steps past her mother to peeks inside the house, "Where is she Mama?"
"She's in her room...the same place she's been for the last three days of course…"
Wynona steps closer to Rick and gives him a cautious stare and shakes her head disapprovingly, "You're going to push her over the edge aren't you? You're here to finish her off right?"
"Mama! Don't be rude." Shyanna chastises.
Rick looks down at his feet then explains, "Ma'am, all I want to do is speak with her, I won't be taking her anywhere or trying to harm her in any way, I promise."
Shyanna places her hand on Ricks shoulder, "Mama, this Rick Grimes. He might be able to bring her out of this state that she's in."
She grabs her mother's arm, "Now come on; the vet is coming by to check on Sayen's litter and I have to get ready for work."
Shyanna and Wynona begin making their way back to the main house, her mother looks over shoulder as Rick walks inside her home.
Rick enters the small in-law cottage and closes the door behind him; after taking a few steps inside he sees a hallway on his right that probably leads to some bedrooms.
As he approaches the first bedroom door he immediately knows that its Michonne's room. They're two trays of food lined up against the wall leading to the door; judging by how neatly the food is sitting on the plates; she's not eating.
He knocks on the door, "Chonne'…it's me? It's Rick sweetness. Can I come in?"
She doesn't answers.
Rick has been waiting the better part of nearly five years to see her; the fact that she was right on the other side of the door in front of him automatically dropped his patience meter to zero.
He opens the door to her room; a sensation surge right through his body the moment he saw her siting on the floor in her dark blue tanks top and a pair of worn dungarees at the bottom of the bed.
She's staring at the t.v. on the wall showing no emotions.
He spans over the room and sees two full cases of "Red Bull" and a half finished case sitting on top in the corner. Over on the dresser were empty Red Bull cans lined up on the dresser form a pirymid that was on it way to hitting the ceiling.
"Angel it's me…it's Rick", he quickly walks over, stands her then tightly embraces her. He's burying his face in her neck from the relief of seeing her again.
Michonne's numb to his emotional embrace.
Rick pulls away and holds her face with both hands and plants kisses across her face never stopping for a second to see that she's unresponsive.
When he stops kissing her; he notices that she's still looking at the tv. He turns to see what's on and it's the scene from "The Matrix" when Cypher makes the deal with the sentinel.
Looking back at Michonne's face that has no expression; he rubs his hands up and down her arms and looks her over.
She's extremely thin; so much that he can feel and see the bones in her arms and how drawn her face looks.
"My god Angel, you're a bag of bones." Rick stares in to her eyes, "Say something Chonne? Talk?"
Michonne comes back to the present moment then shimmys Rick's hands from her arms, "You left us there."
She walks over to one of the open cases of Red Bull and pulls out a can; she turns back around toward Rick while opening the can and repeats, "You left us there", then begins to take a sip.
Rick sigs deeply touches the corner of his eyes, "Angel…you know that's not true. I would've been there; all you had to do was contact me. I told you from the moment we started I would come and get you from anywhere in the world."
Hewalks over to her, "I waited to hear from you for four years; to reach out to me…to let me know that you were alright. If you wanted me to come and get you out of there, you know I would've found you."
Michonne, no longer wanting to hear any of Rick's excuses, "You left us there", she grabs a half full large kitchen trash bag out of the corner by the closet and starts dumping the empty cans from the dresser in to the bag angrily.
Here voice becomes even louder as she continues to repeat, "You left us there."
"I would never leave you anywhere, I love you Michonne. I found you now didn't I? The minute I knew you were back; me and Daryl immediately started looking for you. Shane came by the house last night hoping that you had contacted me; that's when he showed me the pictures of you at airport."
"You left us there Rick…you left us there!" She screams, staying resolute in her frame of mind, "You didn't love me; you said that you would come for me anywhere and you didn't you left us there", she repeats.
"Michonne…", Rick pauses, "If you'd called me or contacted me I would've found you. It wouldn't have matter to me that you and Mike had a child together…I would've found you and brought all of you back!"
Michonne stops her trash collection as Rick sits down on the bed frustrated by how their reunion has now turned in to a hostile argument.
She looks in to the dresser mirror and stares at the reflection of Rick holding his head in his hands on the side of the bed.
"Mi-Mike got there 8 weeks after I arrived…", she concedes.
She returns to her trash collection all the while repeating in desperate whisper, "…you left us there."
Rick turns his head in horror finally understanding what she meant by saying, "You left us there".
Before she could say another word he storms over and grips both her shoulders tightly causing her to drop the trash bag, "You don't know what you're saying, right? You're delusional; you weren't pre…"
Her crying interrupts him, "I had been there for six weeks by the time I knew. I tried to contact you the same day I found out but the number was no longer any good. I begged Dale and Shane to give you my number; but they told you didn't want to talk to me. Then Shane showed me some pictures of you with some blonde woman all hugged up together at a bar."
"I just didn't want our baby to be born in that place...where they kidnap sons and turn them in to drugged child soldiers, where they steal daughters from schools in broad daylight then selling them to highest paying bidder."
Rick releases her shaking his head no at the same time repeating, "I would've come for you, the both of you."
She stops crying and goes back to collecting the empty cans just as vacant as she was when he walked in the room, "But you didn't…you left us there."
The release of this information leaves Michonne emotionally spent as well as weak; she uses the dresser to keep from falling, "I'm so tired Rick…I-I can't sleep; it feels like a dark cloud is hanging over my head and it won't pass. All the deaths and the dead that I had to live with over there. That I had to run from over there. The things I had to do to get back here...and know its about to start all over again. I can't shake this dark cloud...I can't get away from it." She admits.
"When I cry I keep hoping that the pain will be over soon and then maybe I'll be able to feel something other pain; but when I'm not crying I can't feel anything. It's feels like I'm watching myself in a horror movie the only difference is that I'm actually living in the horror movie. I'm slippin', I'm slipping faster even faster now that I back."
He grabs a couple of tissues from the tissue box by the tv stand; he wipes his face then steps to Michonne and begins to wipe away her nose and her tears; he holds her face, "I won't let you slip…ever", he looks Michonne is her brown eyes, "I always got your back Chonne…I won't let you slip."
Rick tenderly kisses the last of Michonne's tears away; after four years Rick finally tastes the real lips of "Saint Emilion". Yesterday he could barely remember what it was like kissing her lusciously soft lips.
Michonne feels the her body tingleing from their kiss; the only time senses were hightened this quickly is when she's fighting for her life.
Her adrenaline mistakes her heightened emotional state for aggression; so she begins kissing Rick fervently.
Their kiss grows ever more hungry like they're devouring prey; Ricks hand begins to fondle her breast awakening her nipples through her paper thin tank top, his other hand underneath the back of her tank top moving towards her neck.
She instinctively raises her arm around his shoulders toward his neck and begins raking her fingers through his hair.
Rick turns her body and leans her against the dresser; sweeping his hand to across the dresser knocking the empty cans on to the carpeted floor. He turns her back around and lifts her on to the dresser without breaking their kiss and starts to unbutton her pants as if it was life and death.
Once unbuckled she lift her hips making it easier for him to slide her pants down to her knees.
After pulling her pants down to her knees; she pulls her tank top over her head exposing her voluptuous breast hiding in a black bra.
He looks at her breasts then at the Michonne dazed by seeing the real life woman from the painting; he rips her bra open exposing her heightened peaks.
His lips, teeth and tongue stiffen her delicious nipples but; it's not enough for Michonne.
In the mists of her heavy breathing she whispers, "Harder, bite them harder…please!"
He reaches inside her pants and feels the ready-made satin on her in panties. Michonne moves to a heightened state of disillusioned euphoria as Rick massage her bundle of nerves through her panties.
He finally slips his hand behind her panties then slide two thirsty digits deep inside her.
She moans, "Oh, yes!"
After another hard and heavy kiss; with bated breath she begs, "Fuck me Rick, please make me feel something...anything but pain."
Upon hearing the words "fuck me" leave Michonne's lips, Rick inserts a third finger deep inside her wetness; he kisses her again, "Like this?" He taunts.
Once she feels the third finger she yells out, "Please harder!"
The tightness around Rick fingers sends his injections in to overdrive as he watches her gyrates from each rhythm like motion of his fingers.
He leans down once more and teasingly nibbles those dark chocolate tips.
"Please Rick...I need you", she pleads.
He remove his soggy fingers and massages her stiffened bean, "You want me to fuck you right now", he teasingly whispers in her ear.
"Oh god yes fuck me", she pants.
He violently lifts her off the dresser throws her on to the bed.
She begins to remove her ripped bra and bends down to pull her pants, panties and shoes off while Rick throws his jacket in corner and urgently removes his shoulder gun holster and gun from his body.
But he isn't undressing fast enough for Michonne so; she decides to give him more incentive by rubbing her fingers along her saturated lower lips.
He almost drools at the site of her glistening box and how she teases herself waiting for this long overdue pounding.
Finally free of his pants and boxers; Rick vigorously climbs over top of her licking and kisses from her navel all the way up to her lips; the moment he slips his dagger in; the two moan like a great relief from an agonizing pain.
He clinches his eyes closed from snug fit and her ever flowing juices.
Michonne reaches for Rick face as he gradually begins to impale her; she intuitively lifts her hips with every strong injection while kissing his soft lips. She whispers over and over again, "Harder".
Rick lifts one of her legs over his shoulder as her walls over lubricate his steel piping; he massages her throbbing button below nearly sending her to the brink of madness.
The pounding gets harder as Rick feels her gates closing around his intruder; he drives homes how much he's missed sweetness in to her hidden box of secrets, smacking her ass for good measure.
"God damn it Angel!", was all he could say as feels her walls closing tighter and tighter.
"Oh god Rick yes! Fuck me! I feel-" she's interrupted by the onslaught of her long awaited orgasm; it hits her so hard that she can't keep still.
The only way for Rick to control her body was to push in to her deeper and harder until he finally releases more than fours years of his affection in to his one and only "Saint Emilion".