"It was exactly as he'd thought it would be, like the first time and the millionth time all at once, like being wide awake, like losing his balance. Only this time, it wasn't just him; this time, they were losing their balance together."
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like
I couldn't help crying...
I had practiced on how I was going to react when Rick eventually arrived. I was going for the strong-willed woman who hid behind the Facade, but I gave him the woman that was teary eyed and so very happy to see her man come to her, that I forgot everything when staring into his eyes.
Think of Bobby and Whitney when she jumped into his arms and kissed him. That was me with Rick who was surprised by my actions, but he went with it and kissed me back. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and he carried me inside my place in Atlanta, kicking closed the door behind us. Not once did we stop kissing. Hungry for each other. Our need was more than we could handle and we were at the mercy of the position we were in and clothes that we wore.
Rick backed me into the wall next to the credenza that hung, in the tight space where any wrong move we would fall or stumble towards the living room that was still some distance away from where we were kissing passionately. He was palming my breast that ached for his skillful rough hands to graze them. He squeezed until my nipples became fully ripe like dark berries ready, oh so ready to have his tongue and mouth over them but instead we continued to kiss and explore each other mouths. Ravaged.
Freedom. No rules. This was different. I felt connected and full of love that I wasn't-just 6 months ago, sure I was capable of feeling, experiencing, and producing. This was coming from me and felt by him and vice versa. I would fight to keep this, him and everything that came with having him here with me now. I would go bankrupt, happily to have him as-mine.
There were no words shared between us. I could feel his arousal against my pelvis. I tried to keep the friction going, but we were going to fall no matter how Rick held me and kept his legs braced. It was the weight and our frantic pace to discover each other with our mind, body, and spirit clear, cleansed, detoxed that we were as children when the distant sound of the ice cream truck was getting louder and louder. I wanted to be licked from head to toe and I knew he wanted me to suck him like a Popsicle. It all was going to happen in no particular order. He tore his mouth from mind. I knew he was going to say, "Michonne-" I wanted to hear him say my name...
Why does the ice cream truck sound like my doorbell?
I awoke from a dream that felt eerily real or experienced. I wondered if it was something I carried over from my dream state to a waking state or pieces that may have happened in my waking state that I desired and conjured into a world of fantasies. Lucid Dream State from Melatonin I found I could have these moment with Rick and expound on forever and ever and ever.
Ding, Ding, Ding.
"What in the fucking ding-a-ling!" I said to no one as I sat up on my bed to hear my doorbell again.
