Settling In
Rick watches as Carl and Beth aid Hershel navigate the area in front of cell-block C. The older man moves slowly but confidently with the help of crutches they found. Michonne smiles at the trio carrying Andre in her arms. At the sight of Hershel taking his first steps outside in a week, Glenn cheers causing Daryl to shush him, pointing to the walkers nearing the fence. Michonne searches the prison yard until she finds Rick's waiting gaze. His heart soars at the sight of her smiles, she utterly beautiful and looks happy. That's all he wants to do, is make her happy and keep his family safe. Michonne's smiles widen as she waves at him before turning her attention to Andre, she points at Rick trying to get Andre to wave too. Andre's attention is intent on sucking his fingers and then taking those wet fingers and trying to place them in Michonne's mouth. Rick smiles as Michonne laughs at Andre's antics.
Their brief time at the prison has been trying. Taking the prison, Hershel being bitten, Rick cutting off his leg to keep him alive and finding five surviving inmates. Three of the inmates were now dead, and the other two being sent to test their luck on the road. It has been one thing after another since arriving at the prison a week earlier, today is the first good day, where the group can focus on cleaning and actually making the prison a place, they can call home.
Rick smiles looking around at his friends and family. He feels the pressure slowly lift from his shoulder at finally finding a home for them. A home where they can survive and hopefully thrive in. His moment of reprise quickly disappears as does his smile at the sight of walkers creeping up behind his family. His feet move on their own accord as he finds his voice.
"MICHONNE!"
Another voice rise shouting, "WALKERS!"
"CARL! MICHONNE!" Rick shouts racing towards them. Running full speed, he keeps watch on his family. Andre is now in Carl's arm, Michonne yelling her own directives at him as she points to the cell block the same moment she slices a nearing walker. Hershel and Beth are already out of sight, he prays they've made it safety while he wills his legs to move faster. Rick reaches the gate losing sight of the others; he can barely hear the gunshots and ensuing battle over the rushing of blood and pounding of his heart. Panic grips him tightly, he struggles to undo the lock all while trying to gain control of his raging senses. Once the lock opens, he whips the gate open continuing his mad dash to the others, to his family.
Arriving at the center of the courtyard he notices T-Dog and Carol run towards the inner courtyard gate. He assumes they're trying to close the gate and stop the pour of oncoming walkers. Michonne battle cry pulls his attention, he watches as she slices through walkers alongside Maggie. Beth and Hershel are safe behind a cage leading into cell block A.
"WHERE ARE THE BOYS?" Rick asks shooting a walker closing in on Michonne.
"CARL TOOK ANDRE INSIDE!" Michonne yells.
Rick takes out his machete and hammers down on one walker's head. Daryl's arrow flies past him and lands into the eye of another. Glenn with the two-exile prisoner, Axel, and Oscar, join the melee as they try to put down the steady pour of walkers. As the number of walkers starts to diminish a piercing sound ring above them.
"WHAT IS THAT?"
"THE PRISON ALARM!" Oscar shouts over it.
"WE NEED TO SHUT IT DOWN NOW!"
"SHIT! MICHONNE!" Maggie screams pointing to cell block C's entrance. There are several walkers ambling out the doorway. Michonne pivots on her heels and race towards the cell block with Maggie a step behind.
"HOW DO WE SHUT THE ALARM DOWN?"
"THE GENERATORS!"
"SHOW ME!" Rick shouts.
"CARL! ANDRE!"
Inside Michonne's stomach sinks at the sight and bile rise in her throat. Several walkers mill around as the alarm blast above them. Her thoughts are on the boys, on her sons: Carl and Andre.
"CARL! ANDRE!" She screams out again.
"I'll check the cell block!" Maggie says. Michonne rams her sword into the closest walker before turning around and slicing the head off another. Starting after Maggie, she pauses when she hears a distance cry coming from the dark prison corridors leading away from the cell-block.
"CARL! CARL!" Michonne calls out starting down the hallways. She's certain with the alarm blaring he can't hear her, but she continues to call out for him. The corridors are thick with walkers; grinding her teeth she raises her sword and dives into the darkness slicing and cutting anything down that comes in between her and her sons.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Andre screams at the top of his lungs as Carl battles the walkers. The walkers, the piercing sound roaring above them, and the distraught of not being picked up causes the baby to wail. Once he ran out of bullets, Carl was forced to put Andre down to be able to kill the walkers closing in on them.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Relying on his long hunting knife, Carl recalls the moves he seen Michonne use and the handful she taught him. Using all his might he swings and decapitates the closest Walker, a second of pride swells in his chest at his kill. The body thumps before him but the head rolls several feet away, the creature's mouth still chomping and in the direct path of Andre.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Andre is determined to make his ways to Carl as he begins to scoot towards him.
"ANDRE NO STOP!" Carl cries out at the baby. Andre drops forward onto his hand and knees and behinds to crawl towards Carl.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Carl moves to him but a walker grabs at his shoulders. Carl immediately drops down causing the walker's momentum to stumble then trip over Carl's body. He rolls to the side then stabs the walker through the eye.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Before Carl can get up to his feet another walker falls on top of him, trapping him against the floor with his blade pinned behind him. He tries to push the dead off of him with one arm, but the walker was a heavy-set man. He's barely able to hold the dead at bay as his eyes find Andre who pauses to sit before beginning his crawl again. He wails at the top of his lung, snot runs down the baby's nose. Drool drips from his mouth as seemingly endless tears pour from his eyes.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Please, Andre! Stop!"
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Carl's eyes fill with unshed tears at the sight of the crying baby; he continues to draw closer to Carl and in turn drawing closer to the still biting head of the walker. Mustering all of his strength, he lifts the walker up enough to pull his knife hand free. He then swings his arm up and over embedding the blade into the base of the walker's head causing the beast to go limp and fail heavily on him.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Andre continues to cry, he's a couple of scoots away from the biting head. Carl tries to pull the weapon from the creature's pinning him down, but the blade is stuck deep within the walker's skull.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"UUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" Carl grunts lifting the walker off of him enough so he can roll from under the dead beast.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Andre lifts his chubby arm inches away from the biting walker's mouth, Carl scrambles to his hands and knees leaping towards him.
Her son's cries end seconds before the alarm goes silent. The hallway is deathly silent. Her heart pumps loudly in her ears. Michonne doubles her steps, seeing the trail of dead bodies Carl left like a crumb trail. She turns the corner and steps into the room finding Carl sitting in the middle surrounded by several dead walkers. He rocks gently back and forth, his entire body quivering. Michonne holds her breath walking deeper into the room.
"Carl?" She whispers.
It is the only thing she can say. The only question she can ask.
"We're o-kay," His voice heavy with emotions breaking on the o. "We're okay."
Michonne drops to her knees wrapping her arm around Carl and Andre. She hears her young son whimper beneath her and squirms in Carl's arm, his face buried against Carl's chest with several fingers firmly in his mouth. At the sound, a sob breaks on her lips.
"We're okay," Carl repeats.
"We're okay," Michonne echoes pouring kisses upon Carl's and Andre's heads holding her sons tightly against her.
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She has already checked them over for any bites and scratches but Michonne still hovers as Hershel checks them again.
"They're fine, Michonne," Hershel confirms, "Just shaken up."
"We're okay, Michonne," Carl adds. He looks tired beyond that, the young man looks fine. He even tries to smile for her. Michonne knows it is forced, it doesn't reach his blue eyes, but he's trying to be strong. At the sight, she wants to cry all over again. She wants to hold Carl against her until he feels safe and she's assured he's actually okay.
"Eat something and try to get some rest," Michonne says leaning over to kiss his forehead.
"I'm not hun-" Carl doesn't finish his statement after looking into Michonne's eyes, "Yes, ma'am. I will."
She smirks and caresses his cheek, she then moves over to Beth who rock's Andre in her arms humming to him while holding a bottle to his mouth. She kisses his cheek before exiting the cell block. She wants to stay with her sons, but she needs to know what happened. She wants to make sure it doesn't happen again.
Outside Michonne marches to Glenn, Maggie, and Axel whom already started the tasks of moving the walker's bodies. Before she can ask where the others, her eyes catch Rick, Daryl, and Oscar dragging Andrew, one of the rouge inmates, to their location. She's surprised to see him alive. He's severely beaten up but alive being held up by Oscar and Daryl. Rick was certain the young inmate died.
"What happened?" Michonne demands.
Daryl gives a quick overview; Andrew was upset with their takeover of the prison, so he tried to sabotage it.
It is Glenn who asks the question, "What are we going to do with him?"
"You almost got my sons killed. You almost killed innocent children."
Before Andrew has a chance to respond Michonne whips out her sword and runs him through with it. Andrew's eyes go wide a moment as he inhales a ragged breath. Michonne withdraws her sword and rams the sharp blade into him again. Andrew exhales a cough, he inhales another ragged breath before coughing up blood. She repeats her action a third time watching as the light fades from him before he exhales his final breath. Oscar and Daryl release the man allowing him to fall from Michonne's sword, hitting the ground with a soft thud.
She looks like rage burning, a look Rick has never seen before, but he understands it. He feels it move just below the surface of his own flesh. He's angry at Andrew but more so at himself, he should have made sure the inmate was dead. That mistake almost cost him his family, Rick vows never to make that mistake again. Moving to calm her down, Michonne moves out his reach turning to face the remaining inmates extending her bloody blade at them. Oscar holds up his arm while Axel drops to his knees begging for his life.
"They helped us," Daryl states distancing himself from Michonne.
"If it wasn't for Oscar the alarm would still be going off," Rick says reaching out to Michonne again. She allows his touch but her eyes remain steadily on the two living inmates.
"I think we should let them stay. We'll keep an eye on them," Rick adds.
"You see these people standing before you, they are my family. Mine. Those boys inside are mine. They are my sons and if you so much as blink wrong, you will not have to worry about anyone else because I will end you."
Rick can see the fear in Oscar's eyes, during their interaction the man barely shown any fear but now, he was afraid. He almost smirked at the thought.
Oscar nods his head vehemently, "Yes, ma'am."
She flicks her eyes to Axel, the man grovels before her. He promises he'll be a model citizen. Rick can tell she wants their heads, but Michonne steps away heading back towards the cell block.
"We'll move the bodies," Oscar offers.
"We'll help."
"Carol and T-Dog are still missing," Maggie states.
Daryl starts off before throwing over his shoulder, "I'll look for them."
With everyone having a task, Rick takes his leave chasing after Michonne. She disappears behind the door leading to cell-block C. He follows after thinking she's making her way back to the boys. Rick desperately wants to lay eyes on them too, only then will his heart stop racing and he'll feel like he can breathe again. Once inside the cell-block, he's surprised to see Michonne standing in the middle of the foyer.
"I'm sorry."
Her eyes lift to find his but she doesn't speak. She only stares at him with rage still contorting her beautiful features.
"I should have made sure he was dead. I'm so sorry Michonne for putting the boys in danger. For putting our family in danger. For putting our home in danger. I'm so sorry," Rick says slowly walking towards her.
Turning to face him, she nods her head in understanding but doesn't speak. He can see the rage simmer to anger but it still remains in her eyes."
"I promise I will never make that mistake again. I will never-"
"Rick," She whispers cutting him off.
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
"I'll never make that mistake again."
"I know."
"Are you okay?" Rick asks an arm's length from her.
"Hold me, Rick. Just hold me."
He's upon her in an instance wrapping his arms around her, engulfing Michonne into a tight embrace. It doesn't take more than a minute for her to relax in his arm when she does, he hears her soft cries vibrating against his chest.
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x - 2 weeks later - x
"Where're the boys?" Rick asks watching Michonne place the privacy sheet back in place in front of his cell.
"In Carl's cell. Andre is finally asleep."
"You're letting Andre sleep with Carl again?" He asks while Michonne moves from the entryway of his cell to sit next to him on his narrow bunk.
"I don't want to bother him. Since the thing with the walker, he's been fussy and sleeps through the night best with Carl."
"It only been a couple of weeks, Andre will grow past it and forget about that day," Rick says reaching out for her hand and their fingers immediately interlock.
Michonne squeezes his hand while releasing a sigh, "I just want them both to be okay."
"They will. They are both strong and resilient," Rick replies returning her squeeze with one of his own, "Carl seems to be in a better mood. He's been trying to flirt and impress Beth again."
Giggling Michonne uses her free hand to cover her face, "I've noticed, so has Hershel."
"Yea, Hershel commented how we should give Carl another Birds and Bees talking."
"We?" Michonne asks in false surprise trying to fight the smile from overtaking her lips. We, she loves when Rick says that word. It causes her stomach to flutter with glee.
"Yea! We!" Rick chuckles, "If I recall correctly, you claimed him as your son. Plus, this will make perfect practice for when Andre gets to that age."
"We will not need to give Andre the Talk," Michonne starts, Rick looks at her with a raised eyebrow, "Because I plan to lock him away in a tower. He's going to be momma's boy forever."
Rick's bark out a deep laugh. He wasn't expecting her to respond, "Really? In a tower Michonne?"
"Yup! And I will be the only one with a key."
"Not me or Carl?"
"Carl will probably be locked up in there with him but definitely not you."
Faking false offense Rick pouts and asks, "Why not me?"
"Because you're a sucker. All Andre has to do is give you his puppy pout and you give in."
"He has the cutest puppy pout and it's not my fault, he gets it from you and I can't help wanting to give him everything… wanting to give you everything."
He holds her dark brown eyes against his own. A smile plays at the corner of her lips and he wants to kiss it until it is a full smile. It blossoms into a smile on its own as Michonne shakes her head and sighs a soft giggle.
"See, sucker."
Rick laughs along with her, squeezing her hand before bringing it up to kiss the back of it. He's thankful for this alone time with Michonne. Over the last two weeks, they've been busy fussing over the boys and making the prison a home they haven't had much time just to be in each other's presence. It felt nice to have this quiet moment with her.
"I'm surprised you're not hovering over them."
"I was but Carl kicked me out. He said it was creepy watching him sleep."
Rick chuckles, "I thought you were reading to them?"
"I was but Carl told me he could feel my eyes on him."
"He said you were being weird?"
"Yes, he did. I told him, I always watch them sleep and he said to come back when he's actually asleep."
Rick laughs harder, "So you're in here with me wasting time?"
"Pretty much."
"I feel like I'm being used," Rick says folding his face into a look of disappointment.
"Oh stop that pouting!" She replies playfully hitting Rick's arm causing him to break his act and chuckle.
"I feel jealous."
"Jealous?"
"Nowadays Andre only wants Carl. I remember when I was the only one who could put him to sleep," Rick says continuing his pouting.
"You?" Michonne laughs, "I should feel jealous, it seems like he like you and Carl better than his own mama."
"He did say dada first," Rick boasts.
"Ugh, don't remind me," Michonne says with an exaggerated eye roll causing Rick to chuckle.
Sobering up, he asks, "Is it okay?"
"What?"
"That he calls me dada, that he thinks I'm his father."
Michonne smiles widely at him, "It is more than okay. Honestly, you're the only father he'll ever know. Is it okay with you?"
"Yea, it is. It makes me happy."
She bites on her lower lip before she asks, "Me claiming Carl as my son- I know Lori is his mother and she's still out there. I don't want to erase her from his memories or his life, but I love Carl and I-"
"Michonne," Rick cuts her off, his heart overflowing with admiration and adoration for her, "I wouldn't have it any other way. It fills me with joy you claiming Carl as your son. You, Carl, and Andre it makes this- us… it makes it feel real."
"It is real."
He smiles causing delight to warm his blue eyes, Rick lowers his lips to Michonne placing a soft kiss on her lips. Michonne wants to deepen the kiss but Rick pulls away before she's able to. He pulls her into him wrapping his arm around her, hugging her tightly as a quiet settles around them. She wants more kisses from Rick but she's content with this moment of quiet wrapped in Rick's strong protective arms. Resting her head against his chest, she listens to his solid heartbeat inhaling deeply and enjoying the quiet. He smells nice; clean, fresh, and masculine. Michonne hears the rumble against his chest before the words pour from his mouth slow and soft, not wanting to disturb the silences.
"Do you want to talk about?"
"No."
"Michonne, you killed a man."
She raises herself from his chest and cranes her head back to stare directly into Rick's eyes, "Carl was almost bitten. Andre was almost bitten. T-Dog died. Carol was in that room for two days without water or food. That man almost cost us our home. We could have lost a lot more people. I would have killed him a thousand times if I could."
"Taking a man's life is no easy burden to carry. I know he deserved it. I would have killed him a thousand times myself; I just want to make sure you're okay, that you're okay with the weight that comes with taking a life."
Staring into his eyes, she sees his concern melding with the love he has for her. It warms her heart. She removes any distance between them drawing closer to Rick climbing onto his lap. She takes hold of his face within her hands as her eyes trace the outline of his face. His beard has grown wildly in, lost is the innocent that was once in his eyes when he first awoke to this world. Even though the innocence is gone, she can still read his face as clearly as before. She loves this man and she can see the love and concern for her in the enchanting blue hue of his iris. Using the pad of her thumbs she traces his face committing to memories the details of love written all over his face.
"After I killed him after I cried in your arms, I went back and held onto Carl and Andre until they both fell asleep. The only thing on my mind was keeping them safe and raising them to be happy healthy young men. In this new world, we live in, I know I will have to do whatever it takes- I will do anything in my power to achieve that goal and if that includes killing anyone who threatens that goal, then so be it. I've made my peace with my action and I will not hesitate to repeat it. Especially if those actions mean keeping the boys safe. Keeping the others safe. Keeping you safe."
He searches for words to express how he feels the same, but words fail him. They always fail him when it comes to Michonne but he knows he needs to try. For Michonne, Rick will always try.
"You are extraordinaire, Michonne Anthony. Your strength, courage, tenacity, wisdom, love- you Michonne just you. You never cease to amaze me. I'm thankful every day that you ran me over with that gurney- that you found me."
Michonne giggles at him, "We found each other."
He nods agreeing with her, "I love you, Michonne Anthony."
"I love you, Rick Grimes."
Taking her hands framing his face, he kisses the palm of each hand before turning his kisses to her lips. Michonne opens to him easily, allowing their tongues to touch and move against each other. Rick's hands lose their hold on her face as the kiss deepens, his left-hand drops to her narrow waist while his right journeys to the round globe of her backside. He squeezes her firm ass causing her to whimper against his lips. It is the first time where they have a reprieve to move pass just kissing and Rick takes full advantage of the private moment.
His lips drop from her plush lips to her neck; licking, sucking, kissing and biting her flesh causing Michonne to whimper and moan softly against him. She feels her body ignite with need, her nipples harden, and her core vibrates. Rick's lips nibble her on ears before recapturing her lips; his tongue snakes in between her lips and clashes against hers. Michonne moans against his soft lips, enchanted by the softness and captivated by the knowledgeable way his mouth moves against hers. He kisses her completely, mapping out her mouth with his tongue and lips causing heat to rise, her heart to flutter, and desire to pool at the apex of her thighs.
Dropping his left hand to her ass, Rick squeezes her as he pushes her down onto his hardening manhood. At his rise, Michonne bears down and grinds against him, rotating her hips causing Rick to growl into her lips. Michonne breaks the kiss momentarily biting on his bottom lip before retaking his lips against hers. As their tongue meet and sway against each other, Michonne knows she will never get enough of his kisses. Her hands travel on their own accord: caressing his shoulders, rubbing his back, squeezing his biceps. She pulls Rick against her, wanting to feel all of him.
Lifting her up Rick turns them until Michonne's back is pressed against the mattress with him blanketing her. Michonne's legs wrap around his hips pulling him down onto her. His stomach flip-flop at the thought Michonne wanting him, just as much as he wants her. The kisses grow frantic and rush. Teeth, tongue, and lips clash against each other as the desperation for their respective love increases. Rick tries to slow his breath and excitement but Michonne is not of like mind.
Michonne pulls her head away breaking their kiss in order to hurriedly remove her tank top; Rick takes the hint and hurries to remove his own shirt. He starts to undo his belt but gets distracted upon seeing Michonne's velvety flesh on display for him. His mouth waters at the sight, he wants to kiss and lick her all over. His hands return to Michonne followed by his mouth, pressing against her kiss-swollen lips before moving to the groove of her neck. He deftly removes her bra tossing it aside as his mouth falls onto her round full breast as his hand continues to roam her tone body. If he wasn't there for the pregnancy and birth, he would have never known Michonne had a child. Michonne's body seemed to bounce back after Andre's birth. She was firm, fit, and utterly sexy.
Rick loves on Michonne breast eliciting soft whimpers from her as she grinds her pelvis against his. Each sweep of Rick's deft tongue across her sensitive nipple sends a jolt throughout her body. She withers beneath his attention and skills. Her hands continue to pull at him, she gains enough senses to help him undress pulling at the belt at his waist but all coherent thoughts soon scatter when Rick bites her left nipple.
"Oh, Rick!"
His name on her lips as a soft moan is almost his undoing. He doubles his effects and quickly undoes her jeans. Rick gives her right nipple a nibble before breaking away from her enticing breast. He peels the material from her, revealing define muscular legs. Rick's mouth waters while he stares down at Michonne discarding the denim to the floor. Finishing undressing her, he removes Michonne's purple panty also tossing them to the side; Michonne lays bare before him, under his seeking blue eyes. He drinks in the sight of a naked Michonne, she looks ever more glorious than any fantasy of her.
"Wow," He whispers as he takes in the beauty of Michonne. When his eyes finally reach hers, Rick can see she's the uncertainty sitting on the edge of her shimmering dark brown eyes. Her hands fall from his shoulders draping around her mid-section in an attempt to cover herself.
"We don't-" Rick doesn't finish as he visible shallows, "If you're not ready."
Michonne rises and pulls Rick on top of her kissing him before smiling shyly and saying, "I'm fine. I'm ready."
"Are you sure?"
Nodding, Michonne leans up and kisses Rick again, "I'm sure. Just feeling a little self-conscious."
He tilts his head to the side, the unasked question speaking in his blue eyes.
"You're seeing my body post-baby. Are you sure you want me?"
Realization dawns on him, Rick gently pushes Michonne onto her back and pulls her arms away to uncover her. Liquid sapphire eyes seductively caress her flesh as he takes in her nakedness. Michonne shivers under Rick's salacious gaze of her body. He stares at her, taking in every exposed inch of nudity and committing it to memory. She feels vulnerable yet completely safe under his presence.
"You are exquisite, Michonne. Simply beautiful, inside and out," Rick says. His skins flush red as he continues to speak, "I want you. I've always wanted you, even when you were pregnant, I thought you were sexy and I wa-"
He doesn't get to complete his confession, Michonne is on him. Her lips press against his with a desperate urgency. The nervousness completely gone, only a savage determination overtakes her. She needs to feel him. Their tongue unites, pressing and swaying against each other. He devours her lips, before dropping to her neck kissing a path to her breast. Excited Michonne vibrates with glee, she takes the hand that squeezes the breast he's not loving on and leads it down her body to her saturated apex. Their lips find one another as Rick dips a finger between her parted thighs. He gently touches her slick folds before his finger pushes slowly against her opening giving way to her warm wet core. Rick groans against her lips as Michonne shudders and moans at the feel of his finger inside of her. Every nerve in her body fires, she so turned on she feels herself already at the edge of her orgasm. As much as she enjoys the foreplay, she wants him inside of her.
Breaking their kiss, she tells him her desire, "I want to feel you."
Rick only nods, slowly removing his finger from Michonne's wet pussy. She groans at the lost but her eyes shimmer with anticipation watching Rick quickly remove his remaining clothing. Laying back down on her back, she spreads her legs wider as her hand roams down her flat belly to rub her clit waiting for Rick to finish undressing. The last item to fall is his boxer; her eyes widen when she takes in his hard-thick dick. Her mouth waters for a taste.
Later, she thinks.
The bed creaks lightly when Rick rejoins Michonne on the narrow bed. Her legs part for him, welcoming him between her thighs as he covers her with his body; his lips leading the way and reconnecting with Michonne first. She greedily accepts his kiss and tongue. Her legs wrap around his waist and pull him against her. Rick chuckles against her lips as her eagerness. His heart hammers against his chest, he feels like a teenage boy about to lose his virginity. He wants to desperately show Michonne how much he cares for her, how beautiful and sexy she is to him, and most importantly he wants to satisfy her.
Breaking their salacious kiss Rick stares into Michonne's molten eyes, he aligns the tip of his penis with her wet opening; Rick pushes his hip forward slowly entering Michonne at an aching pace. Michonne wants to howl at how good Rick feels inside her; his length and girth deliriously and deliciously overwhelming. Rick wants to howl at the wet tight embrace of Michonne's pussy. She feels like she was made especially for him. Instead of howling he settles for a kiss which Michonne returns quickly as Rick slowly thrust in and out of her. Their tongues play and intertwine as Rick thrust against Michonne. She rolls her hips and pushes up to meet him, the orgasm already building in the depths of her toes. She feels her toes curling as she wraps her legs around his hip encouraging him to move faster. Rick continues his slow torture. His strokes are measured, controlled, and deep.
Michonne wants to scream out her pleasure. She wants to scream for him to go deeper. For him to go harder. She breaks from their sloppy kiss, her mouth dropping to his shoulder, using it to capture the cries of her pleasure. Her nails dig into his back, each downward thrust sweeping against her engorged clit. Her arms encircle him, pressing him against her, desperately wanting to get closer to Rick.
Her pleasure continues to build. Her heart races, her breath quickens, her legs quiver, and her pussy pulsate with every hard-maddening thrust Rick delivers to her. She closes in toward her climax, she whispers into his ears, "Please Rick. Please!"
He understands her needs, he's been at the edge of coming since she first climbs onto his lap. He was actually surprised he made it this far without combusting. His measured long strokes become quick short powerful plunges within Michonne's slick pussy. She hisses her pleasure.
"Yessssssssssss."
Rick is enraptured by the sight of Michonne, her round firm breast bouncing lewdly as he repeatedly dives into her. He rolls his hip diving deeper, harder, and faster into her. The bed beneath them creaks lightly, the sounds don't slow him down. Michonne's soft chorus of yeses propelling his manic thrusts. Rick lifts Michonne hips and dives deeper into her wet pussy, he must have hit her g-spot because her reaction is instantaneous. She gasps loudly, her eyes snapping open then rolling back, her back arches as her body goes stiff before she starts to violently tremble against him. Her pussy tightens gripping his dick, pulsating against him as a warm gush of her release saturates his dick.
Watching Michonne climax beneath him is his undoing. He thrusts recklessly into her prolonging her climax, she claws at him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips pressing him into her. Rick retakes her lips, the kiss is sloppy and wet. He dives as deep as possible and releases his seed deep within Michonne grunting his climax into her mouth. Rick pumps into Michonne a few more times before slowly removing his slick softening dick from her. He rolls off Michonne allowing her to regain her breath as he tries to do the same.
"Wow," Michonne murmurs laying her head upon Rick's chest and cuddling against him.
Smiling down at her, he gathers her into his arms before he places a kiss on her forehead and saying, "Wow, indeed."
Rick has enough sense and energy to cover their nakedness before he retakes Michonne into his arms, cuddling her tightly against his body. He wants to ask her if she's okay, but sleep pulls him under its grasps. His only thought at how happy he is. How he wants this forever, their sons safe and Michonne is his arms.
A/N: Hello Lovelies! How is everyone doing? Did we survive last week okay? That episode was hard to watch, but the spoiler that's been floating around is exciting news.
When doing my final edits, I realized how there was several moments in this chapter that were similar to last week's episode. I actually wrote this chapter a couple of months ago, the reason it takes long to post is because I tend to tinker with the chapters. I go through several drafts until I think it is good enough for you all and to share. I would stop the tinkering, but the added last minute bits is what readers tend to love.
Anyways, thoughts on the latest chapter? Likes? Dislikes? Funnies? Not so funnies? I know... I know... it was kind of intense there for a while with Carl and Andre but our babies are okay. And Rick and Michonne FINALLY consummated their relationship! Bout damn time!
As always thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you for taking the time to read, comment, favorite, and follow this story. Your continuous support means so much to me and I appreciate deeply.
*hugs and high fives*
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