- A sentimental fic that dissolves into smutty happenings. 'Cause...why not?
Twelfth Tale:
A Richonne Christmas
Synopsis: Rick and Michonne celebrate Christmas together for the first time since the apocalypse. When Michonne receives a surprising gift, things take a smutty turn. Read on.
"Michonne!"
Michonne's eyes opened wide in the darkness when she heard her name whispered sharply. A hand touched her shoulder to shake her awake and she quickly turned over, muscles tensed just in case she was facing someone who shouldn't have managed to slip into the safety of her home and her room within the walls of the Alexandria Safe Zone.
She relaxed, however, when she made out Rick's figure holding a steadying hand out to her. "It's just me," he whispered.
He was crouched low beside her bed and had a finger to his lips, asking her to keep quiet.
Michonne rubbed at her sleep-addled eyes and then turned to the digital clock on her nightstand. It was 5AM. What was Rick doing waking her up at 5AM? "What are you doing?" she asked, voicing her question aloud to the still crouching Rick.
He removed his finger from his lips and whispered back. "It's Christmas morning."
Even fighting through her confusion and exhaustion, Michonne fought a smile coming to her lips. Never in a million years would she have imagined that Rick Grimes, fierce leader of the Alexandria Safe Zone, would be coming to her giddy about it being Christmas morning. She wouldn't have pegged him as a staunch holiday celebrator in the old world, much less now. She fell back against her pillow with a tired chuckle. "It is..." she said. "So?"
"So?!" Rick asked back. She had been bringing back presents for everyone on every single run she went on ever since six weeks ago. He knew she was excited about it.
"It's 5AM," Michonne said back. "If walkers aren't knocking down the walls, give me at least five more minutes of sleep time."
"I was thinking I'd get you up early so that we could exchange presents before everyone else came over. I have something for you that's been in the works for a while."
Just as Rick expected, Michonne sat up onto her elbows, interested with that piece of information. "Something for me?" she asked.
Rick chuckled, wondering why she was asking that like it was some far-fetched concept. "Yeah," he said. "So get up. Besides...this is the first Christmas since...everything that we can actually even sort of celebrate. I thought you would be more excited."
Michonne smiled, simply happy to see Rick excited about something. He was usually the more serious of the two. Michonne sat up in bed, her hair in a loose, messy bun from sleep. "I was just giving you a hard time," she admitted. Energy and excitement was coursing through her veins. There was no way she didn't realize the importance of this Christmas. The fact that they could actually celebrate. Together. "I can't wait to see what you got me."
Rick smiled and stood up away from her bed as she threw the sheet back and swung her legs over the side to step onto the floor. She cut on the lamp on her night stand as she stood and it was only then that Rick was able to notice what she was wearing. His eyes squinted as he took it in.
"What?" Michonne asked.
"Is that my shirt?"
Michonne looked down at the large t-shirt she wore and heat rose to her face. "Oh. Yeah," she said casually. "I needed something to sleep in and this was comfortable so..."
Rick's eyes traveled down the length of her body to her bare legs where his shirt stopped just mid-thigh.
"Is it okay that I'm wearing it?" Michonne asked.
"Uhh...Yeah," Rick said, pulling his eyes away from her bare skin. "When did you steal it?"
"I did not steal it," Michonne chuckled. "I'm...borrowing it until I can find something more comfortable to sleep in."
"How long have you been sleeping in it?" Rick asked curiously, interested in this new development. His eyes ran down to Michonne's legs again as she led him through the hallway to the Christmas tree Daryl, Rick, and Carl had brought home to situate in a corner of the living room. The healthy glow of her skin had always been one of the many things he found attractive about her.
"Um...About a week now?" Michonne said, glancing back over her shoulder. "I found it in my laundry basket. It must have been left there after that time you forced me to do your laundry. Remember that?"
Playful indignation caused Rick to pull his attention from the length of Michonne's bare skin. "I didn't force you to do my laundry," he said as they stopped in front of the Christmas tree. "You're the one who made me give you something to do because it was one of the terms of the bet you had going with Carl."
"I didn't have to force very hard," Michonne said with a raised eyebrow. "You seemed more than happy to hand your chores over to me."
Rick shrugged and smiled teasingly.
Not able to withstand too much of carefree, smiling Rick standing ten feet in front of her, Michonne turned her eyes away. "So," she said. "What's this present you got for me."
"Here..." Rick bent down to retrieve the package from beneath the Christmas tree but paused when he saw that the card that had said 'To: Michonne' had fallen off of his gift. It laid between two of the red-wrapped presents. All of the presents were wrapped in the same red tissue paper because it had been the only decorative paper they had been able to find in the supply room of the ASZ. Rick just grabbed the rectangular present under the tree and handed it to Michonne. "Here you go."
Michonne took it and shook it, excited that this would be her first Christmas present after the world they knew came to an end. It was very fitting that it came from her trusted leader and best friend.
Rick quirked his brows, knowing that she wouldn't figure out what he had gotten her.
"Hmm..." Michonne said, playfully thoughtful. Rick's eyes darkened with the pleasure of simply watching her as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "I wonder what it is."
Brimming with excitement, Michonne pulled the band rubber band off of the present and quickly discarded the flimsy red wrapping paper. She had never been one to hold off her curiosity for long when opening presents. Her eagerness to see what she had received always made itself apparent in the voracious way that she tore through whatever was between her and the product – whatever it was.
Rick smiled. Already proud of himself for what he had given her. He anticipated her reaction because he knew she would like it.
So when she opened the box holding the present and her brow furrowed into a surprised frown, Rick felt his heart drop. "What?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
Michonne glanced away for a moment and an uncomfortable atmosphere seemed to settle on the room before she reached into the box and held up what was inside – her eyes asking for an explanation.
Rick's mouth fell open and his face flushed beet red when he saw that Michonne held in her hand a large, black penis-shaped vibrator – battery-operated. Batteries were included.
Rick immediately began to shake his head. "I-I-That wasn't-!"
As Rick fumbled for words, Michonne glanced down to read the card that lay inside the box. 'From Carol,' it read. 'For those days when you realize all of the good men are either idiots or dead.'
Michonne chuckled and looked back up at her idiot of a friend as he continued to try to string a sentence together. "It's okay, Rick," Michonne said, letting him off the hook. "It's a joke gift from Carol. I know it's not from you." She shook her head and took a deep breath, keeping in mind to kill Carol later for creating this awkward situation.
"She must have secretly picked it up when we ran across that adult store on the last supply run," Michonne continued, avoiding Rick's eyes.
For a moment there, she had thought he had given it to her. And that had fucked her up.
"Oh..." Rick said, calming down from his freakout before nervously chuckling.
Michonne and Rick had naturally lived together upon entrance to the ASZ. Along with Daryl, Carol, Noah, Carl, and Judith. Then Noah died. Carol moved out. And then Daryl. Then it was just them. Alone with the kids. Michonne never mentioned moving out. She didn't want to. And Rick never mentioned it either. He liked staying with Michonne and he hoped she liked staying with him. Things felt right this way.
Now, months into their stay, they had developed a normal rhythm of life together.
Rick would oversee things at the community. Sometimes assigning Michonne jobs (usually jobs that she asked for – though he always sighed and grumbled when she asked to do something that he thought was dangerous; Michonne wouldn't admit it but she liked to see his visible concern for her. Lately, she had started asking to go on runs just to see that becoming frown come across his face. Then she would pretend to give in and stay if he made a "good argument" for why she should.)
Michonne would oversee weapons training and then come home to play with the kids and let Rick run any ideas by her that he wasn't sure about. She weighed in as much as she could but she usually told him to follow his instincts because they were the instincts of a natural-born leader.
They usually shared dinner duties. Michonne had been pleasantly surprised when she learned that Rick was actually a pretty good cook. He had told her so and she hadn't believed him; that's what led to him cooking for her the first time. Now she didn't want him to stop. Rick was happy to oblige, especially whenever he looked over his shoulder and caught Michonne watching him cook with a smile and a soft look in her eyes.
Carl and Judith were as content as they could be. Rick and Michonne made sure things stayed that way.
So yes, they were good friends, roommates, and even family at this point. But it was times like these when Rick's eyes scanned her body for too long. Or when Michonne slept in Rick's shirts. Or when dildos were in the room that both Rick and Michonne began to consider the fact that their intimacy levels were far beyond what they perceived them to be.
But neither would admit that. Not when things were so perfect the way they were.
"Here," Rick said, bending back down to reach under the tree and retrieve the present he had forgone the first time. "This should be mine." Michonne began to reach out to take the present that Rick was handing her but voices began to travel through their closed front door."
"-Let's talk to Rick and see what we should do about this."
"I hate to disturb him on Christmas Day, but this really needs to be talked about-"
Rick rolled his eyes when he heard the voices of Father Gabriel and Spencer at his door. Whatever they wanted, he wasn't interested. Today was just supposed to be the day he spent time with his friends and family. Without outside threats, implementation of schools, and other problems and discussions coming to bother him.
Seeing that the last thing he wanted to do was be seen, Michonne pulled him out of the way of the window and to the corner of the living room just beside the closed front door. No one from the outside would be able to see them there.
Rick looked back at the present he had dropped but then stared down at Michonne, grateful for her interference. When Gabriel began to knock on the door, he only hoped the noise wouldn't wake up Carl.
Michonne pinned herself to the wall, waiting for Gabriel to get up and leave. It wasn't until then that she became aware of the compromising position she had put herself in. Her back was currently pressed against the wall and Rick stood in front of her, his chest brushing hers so that neither could be seen if someone were to crane their neck their way while looking through the window.
Michonne licked her lips and avoided Rick's eyes again. That's all she could do was look away. But she knew Rick didn't have that same issue. He was staring at her again. With those damn piercing blue eyes. She could feel it. As if it was a physical caress against her skin. And she could feel his breath on her face.
Not knowing if he was just adjusting his weight or intentionally pushing himself closer to her, Michonne felt his chest firmly against hers. It was no longer a brush. Michonne breathed deeply, her breasts pushing against the muscles beneath his shirt.
Rick stared down at his best friend. His beautiful best friend who was currently clothed in his shirt. The woman who had stepped in and become nothing less than a mother to his children. And he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. As it had done many times before when he looked at her but he was just now realizing what it meant.
Feeling short of breath, Michonne pushed gently against Rick's chest and smiled up at him. Trying to make things as they had been before. Playful and friendly. Comfortable. "You're squishing me."
Rick didn't smile back. His eyes only grew more intense if that was possible. Michonne's own smile dropped under the weight of his gaze and her eyes flickered to his lips.
"Rick!"
Michonne jumped slightly, pulled from the spell, when Father Gabriel knocked even harder on the door. Her hand squeezed the knob of the vibrator accidentally and it was only then that she realized she still held it in her hand. Rick covered her hand with his, stopping the vibrator. "Shh," he said quietly on a chuckle. With her hand to her mouth, Michonne chuckled with him. It would be a shame if they got caught because of the noise of a vibrator.
"He's probably still asleep," Spencer's voice sounded. "Let's come back later."
"No," Gabriel said. "Daryl. Daryl!"
Rick and Michonne sighed, wondering why Gabriel couldn't leave them in peace, just for today.
They heard Gabriel ask Daryl if he still had a key to the house and when Daryl told them that he did, Rick cursed his self-proclaimed brother. Why couldn't he have just stayed out all day hunting? When Daryl promised to come back with a key, Rick pulled Michonne into the closet right next to the front door entrance and closed the door behind them.
"Maybe we should just let them in," Michonne said, feeling like Gabriel would eventually get to them one way or another.
The closet was kind of cramped and she didn't feel much better in here than she did out there.
"No," Rick said with a shake of his head. "I need this day."
Michonne nodded. After all the stress of being a leader, she couldn't deny that Rick deserved a day all his own.
She glanced down at the vibrator she still held in her hand and chuckled. "I can't believe Carol got me this-"
The doorknob began to rattle and Rick turned the light in the closet off. It immediately grew dark and he pushed himself up against Michonne once more to try to keep himself out of view of the slits in the closet door.
Michonne accidentally pressed the knob on the vibrator again and was unable to find the knob to turn it off in the darkness. "Shit," she whispered. She felt Rick's hand take it from her, the door opened and then the whirring of the vibrator stopped. Rick had obviously found the off switch.
Michonne wished she could find hers. If she had felt compromised in the living room with the dawn of sunlight streaming through the window, she felt more than compromised here in the dark. With Rick's hard body pressed against her. His arm was propped against the wall; he was practically boxing her in. She took a breath, sure that Rick could feel the way her heart pounded since they were pressed so tightly against each other. She felt silly for feeling these things as Daryl and Gabriel's voices filled the house.
"What you looking for 'im for?" Daryl asked.
"Spencer and I were concerned about the lack of people showing up for church services and we thought we should hold a mass service especially now since it's Christmas D-"
Rick shook his head at what Gabriel was trying to bother him with today. He heard Daryl begin to lead Gabriel upstairs to his room while Spencer stayed in the living room.
Michonne shifted, apparently growing uncomfortable in the tightened space, and Rick felt his arousal stir in his jeans with the brush of Michonne's pelvis against him. All of his focus flew to that. His awakening realizations of how he felt for the woman in front of him. He wished he could see her face better. To see if this was affecting her as much as it was affecting him.
Throwing caution to the wind, Rick leaned down and whispered in Michonne's ear. "I like how my shirt looks on you."
There was a moment of silence while Michonne's heart pounded in her chest before she simply whispered back. "Thank you."
It wasn't enough. Rick couldn't tell how she felt.
Not knowing why he chose that moment, or that day, or that location – maybe it was the dark that emboldened him or maybe it was just the celebratory mood of the day – but Michonne heard an unmistakable whir. And then she felt an object smooth, hard, and vibrating against the skin of her thigh.
Michonne drew in a shaky breath, wondering if Rick had accidentally hit the on switch again. Wondering if he had knocked against her unintentionally. "Rick?" she whispered, conscious of Spencer still in the living room.
Rick didn't respond. The only response she got was the smooth vibration moving up her thigh, pushing up the hem of her shirt, and moving towards her clothed sweet spot. She pulled a small gasp between her lips but no words to stop him escaped.
And she could've stopped him. She knew it. But she didn't want to.
Rick licked his lips, thought about what he was doing for two seconds and then stopped. Thinking too much is what kept him from moving things forward in the first place. And she didn't seem to be resisting.
He pushed the vibrator towards her center and heard her gasp when he made contact. He wished there was more light in the closet so that he could see every bit of pleasure that flickered across her face.
He ran the length of the vibrator up and down the cloth of her panties a few times, bringing it up towards her bud of nerves and then back down between her thighs.
Michonne's hands worked needlessly at the wall, trying to find something to hold onto until she finally gave up and just held onto Rick's arms. She felt his biceps pulsing as he moved the vibrator against her. "How does that feel," he rasped. His voice heavy with his own desires.
Michonne lifted her leg outward to give him better access. Her breathing was heavy and she tried to quieten it knowing someone was just outside the door but it had been such a long time since a man had touched her in any kind of sexual way.
"Good," Michonne whispered. "It feels good."
Rick grew aroused at the way her voice shook. Michonne. His Michonne. His warrior queen was practically trembling at his hands.
His eyes hooded, his panting heavy, he swiveled his hips against her center. His hardness was apparent.
Michonne pushed her hips forward, wanting to feel him again.
"I don't know where they could be." Daryl and Gabriel's footsteps and voices reappeared.
"Maybe they went to Maggie's," Gabriel suggested.
Rick placed his hand over Michonne's mouth to silence her as he relentlessly pleasured her with the vibrator. He moved it gently along the length of her womanhood until it came to rest against her bud of nerves. Then he applied a little pressure.
Every muscle in Michonne's body clenched and she clutched at Rick's shirt before she began to move her hips against the vibrator. Asking for and wanting more.
The more Michonne showed her pleasure, the more aroused Rick became.
He pulled out the band of her black, cotton underwear and slid the vibrator inside.
Michonne had to fight the scream that came to her throat. She swiveled her hips and bit at Rick's hand.
Wanting to kiss her, Rick took his hand away from her mouth and placed his lips against her own. A slight whimper escaped Michonne's lips.
"Wait. What's that sound?" Daryl's voice asked.
Rick and Michonne froze. He stopped the vibration of the sex tool in Michonne's panties and slowly withdrew it. They waited.
"Guess it was nothin'..." Daryl finally muttered.
Rick and Michonne breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's our next course of action?" Spencer asked.
Out of danger, Rick turned his attention back to Michonne, but this time instead of the vibrator, he slid his hand into Michonne's underwear to touch her slick folds.
"Shit," he whispered, feeling how wet she was.
Michonne bit her lip, liking the way Rick's hand felt against her.
He slowly slipped two fingers inside and rubbed at her source of pleasure with the pad of his thumb.
"I don't know," Daryl was saying. "Y'all find him yourselves."
"Get inside me, Rick," Michonne whispered, kissing and nipping at his neck and ear.
Rick wanted more than anything to do just that but there was a part of him that didn't want to have his real first time with Michonne be in a closet with three people milling around outside. He simply kissed her and worked his thumb around her most sensitive area until he brought the vibrator back and pressed it against her while he pushed inside with his fingers.
Michonne held Rick tightly, holding him for support as she felt herself growing closer and closer to climax.
"If we can find Michonne, we can probably find Rick," Spencer said.
"Yeah, I'm sure they're off together somewhere. Y'all look for 'em."
"Fine."
Rick felt Michonne's walls clenching around his fingers and knew she was close to reaching her peak. He worked the vibrator and his fingers faster. The voices in the house disappeared and the closing of the door sounded after them.
Michonne released all of her pleasure at that moment. Her sound a loud groan and her body trembling.
Her juices wet Rick's fingers and he breathed with her as she caught her breath. It seemed as if they had both run a marathon.
"Now you can think about this every time you wear my shirt from now on," Rick said with amusement in his voice. He slowly pulled his fingers from her.
Michonne chuckled. "I won't have to think about it," she said quietly. "'Cause you're sleeping with me from now on."
"Oh, am I?"
"Yes."
Michonne smiled and leaned up to place a kiss against his lips. Surprised that what had happened between them felt just as natural as anything else they had done up to that point.
"Michonne! Dad!"
Carl's voice from upstairs pulled the two adults apart.
Rick looked down at Michonne with some regret and said. "We can celebrate more tonight."
Michonne smiled. "I can't wait."
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- Btw, the gift that Rick had for Michonne was a wood carving he had made in her likeness during down times on guard duties or on runs. So shweet.