Rick POV
The next few days passed in a haze. At the office, I'd arrive early and work non-stop, so that taking off 2-hours early felt justified. I'd delegate my additional workload to other capable employees.
My reasoning...More than ever, Michonne needed me to be there for her. And I was for damn sure going to be, for anything and everything she needed.
Tonight, Michonne was already home when I got there.
"Have you eaten anything today, darling?" I asked hugging her and kissing her forehead before she takes a seat at the kitchen counter.
"No," she shrugs and a defeated sigh escapes her, "I was too busy and I still don't have much of an appetite anyway."
I knew she didn't want to go out tonight, let alone decide what she wanted to eat.
"I'll take care of that." I pull open the refrigerator door and narrow my eyes; I think I have a handle on dinner.
I reach in and scoop out a few needed items. I'm not much of a cook, but I'll be damned if my sweetheart goes to bed on an empty stomach.
"You don't need to do that," she says flatly, her eyes staring off somewhere.
"Nonsense," I reply and open the cupboard; shuffle pass the cereal, oatmeal and pasta boxes. I grab the gourmet crackers and open the box. I wash the grapes and apples, then slice the red and green apples into perfect wedges, placing them next to some dried figs, dates, and almonds on the cutting board. I use the cheese cutter and add slices of Brie, Gouda, and Cheddar cheeses to the platter. This platter will mesh well with chardonnay. I pour us a chilled glass and place my prize in front of her.
"Mom wants Morgan and me to go with her to the first – chemotherapy treatment on Friday," She takes a deep breath and frowns, "even though she has no idea how she'll feel afterward, she still expects us all to bring our appetite for Sunday dinner."
"Are you okay with that?" I ask.
"Yeah," she shrugs and takes another hefty swig of wine, "as long as mom is, I am, she invited Georgie so we can always go early to make sure she is not overdoing it." She hesitated for a moment, thinking about the scenario, "Yeah, I'll go early, that way if she needs help… I'll be there." In a couple of gulps, her large glass of chardonnay was gone.
I nod placing a slice of cheese on a cracker, "That'll be okay, I know I'll get kicked out of the kitchen and it will actually be the ladies doing all the work." I let out a slight chuckle, remembering the past Sunday dinners with the McQueen's. Michonne and Jenny setting the table, helping Miss Abigale with the final preparations, afterward, serving dessert and clean up; while I'm sitting in the dining room trying my best to break the ice with steely Morgan.
"It's better than okay," Michonne says reassuringly and pours herself another drink, "Mom will let Miss G, Jenny and me in the kitchen, and that's more than enough help for her; but your right, no men or children allowed." She closes her eyes and downs the second glass without taking a breather.
"Baby, slow down and eat this," I snatch the bottle off the counter at the same time, I slide the cutting board closer to her.
"Don't tell me what to do, now hand me that bottle," She utters sharply, her words slightly slurring.
"Your drinking on an empty stomach, this won't end well for you if you keep this up," the warning prompted a big doe eye roll from her and I brace myself for a not so pleasant tongue lashing.
"I'm a big girl," she pouts, not looking like a big girl at all, using the childlike 'grabby-hands' reaching for the bottle.
I seize my glass and back away from the counter.
"Then act like one," I say while pouring my own much-needed drink.
"Really Rick?!" Her voice rose, getting shriller, more severe, "I'll just get me a wine cooler out of the fridge." She gives me a level glare.
She's so strong-willed, I know when Miss McQueen sets her mind to something, she's going to do it…or some shit like that… Hell, I'll have to use my superpower of persuasion to get her past this horrible plan she has to drink herself sick and silly.
"Wine hangovers are the worst," I mutter bitterly, causing her to look at me skeptically. She stares into her empty wine glass and then back at me. She knows I'm not going to let her near that refrigerator.
"I'm going to the restroom, when I get back, I want you gone, no one invited you anyway." Her face was serious, I see it in her eyes, she's hurting. I know I'm not the cause of her pain, she's just lashing out.
I tense for a second, "I'm not going anywhere," I reply calmly keeping my voice and expression agreeable on the outside; on the inside I was becoming worried, "You better not be too long, remember what happened the last time you tried locking me out of your life."
I get a rueful scoff as she leaves the kitchen, and then she's gone faster than a toupee in a hurricane. I hear the door slam purposely and I set my timer for five fucking minutes. Goddamnit, she's pushing me away and I won't have that shit. Period.
Michonne POV
At work, I couldn't focus on anything, I felt as if I was moving through space, just going through the motions of existing. The fear thoughts looped around in my mind until there was no room for anything else.
Morgan was feeling the same, I saw in his eyes for the first-time uncertainty. He had no control over Mom's destiny. We can only pray that she gets through this and the treatments are not as horrible as I've been told.
I trudged along the pavement at a sedate pace, my mind focused on the gentle footsteps that seemed to echo throughout the desolate parking lot.
Even before all this happened, Rick has called me every day. It's just now, I didn't feel like talking so I would keep our conversation brief; I just didn't have the energy to pretend to be okay and it wasn't fair to him that I was now at my worst. And even though I was cold, aloof or downright unresponsive, every night like clockwork he was at my house. I didn't have the nerve to tell him that I needed to be alone. I just didn't want to talk about it. I wanted to just survive somehow.
And now here I am…I've locked myself in my bathroom, I'm crying, snot everywhere. And if I don't come out soon, he's going to kick my door in…Again…
What am I doing?
I blow my nose, wash my face and remove my clothes, tossing the garment in the hamper. I pull my silk robe off the hook and slide it on. The material feels soothing next to my bare skin. I take a deep breath and leave the bathroom with only a minute to spare.
The lights are dim in the living room and the fireplace is lit. My entire body warms at the vision before me. There was only one word to describe Rick Grimes, Adonis.
He's shirtless, chomping on the apples meant for me. A prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. He was an Adonis among the other men who each pale in comparison. One look and both women and men swooned at the sight of him no matter their sexual preferences and one word passed from his lips had even the straightest of men flushing shades of red that no one ever knew was naturally possible.
"I'll have a grape or two," I say coyly.
"Good girl," He smirks at me.
His eyes are blue of clear morning sky glinting in the sunlight; seduction is what Mr. Grimes does best. He feeds me a few grapes, an apple slice, followed by a slice of cheddar on a cracker.
"Damn, you're sexy," He whispers and sips his wine. It had always been written in his gaze, chemistry, a seed of love, an invitation to learn about the other.
I indulge in my food. He thinks I'm sexy, I think I look like a drunk squirrel with a mouth full of chow.
I soon get my fill of sustenance and the focus shifts. My passions arrived unannounced and ended explosively, like car bombs and pull him to me and start kissing him. I lick, touch, and bite then push him back until he was resting on his hands, and spent several minutes nibbling his nipples and the sides of his ribs. I work my way down to his pants, watching; his face grows drowsy with lust.
"Take that off," he says in a low seductive tone and starts slowly pulling the string of my robe.
I had no intention of speeding up this process at all, I have him right where I want him. I slowly back away, untie my robe and let it fall to the ground. The fire that burnt in his eyes causes me to become impossibly aroused.
"Now what do you want me to do?" I whisper giving him a bashful look.
He had to clear his throat to speak, "Make love to me." He says in a rough voice.
I begin rubbing my hands all over his body again. Without taking his eyes off me, he removes his pants, slowly revealing his hard cock waiting for me. Now it was my turn to gasp and shiver. I was overcome with the thoughts of what was in store.
Rick smirks, knowing the effect he is having on me.
I lean close enough to him that my hard nipples grazed his chest, which I ran slowly down his body, followed by my mouth and a trail of hair that made him twitch. I kissed right down the middle of his stomach and positions my nipples to brush across the head of his cock, which made us both rock in a wave of pleasure.
I reach down and use both hands to encircle his hard and ready cock. He slumps back to rest on his elbows against the counter so he could still watch me. I lick my lips and begin tugging up and down, watching his face relax and his eyes flutter. Kneeling in front of him, I take his cock into my mouth, sucking it in as far I could manage which isn't very much since there's so much of him.
My hands and mouth work together until I found a rhythm that made him moan with unrestrained pleasure.
Rick sat up and put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Chonne please, if you keep that up, I'm going to cum right here!" I looked down and noticed the littlest bit of cum on the head of his dick, seeping out for me.
"Yeah," I barely manage to get out, in response to his statement before he begins pushing his finger between the folds of my wet pussy and sliding it back and forth brushing my clit very softly each time. A small smile plays across my face while watching Rick lick his lips.
Before I knew what was happening, Rick is picking me up, and laying me down on the dining room table, his face hovering over mine. "I need to taste you now," he says, before devouring my mouth with a passionate kiss.
He brought his tongue down on my right nipple, making my back arch so that more of my breast was in his mouth, which he gladly sucked and licked, moving his tongue across my chest to my left. He then moved his tongue down my body, at the same time pulling a chair out to sit on and leans into me breathing in my scent which made his eyes go hazy.
I'm writhing towards him trying to make more contact with his talented mouth. Rick reaches his hands under and pulls my ass off the end of the table placing my legs over his shoulders so he had better access, leaving his hands to caress and rub while his mouth works me over. He laps up everything I offer, removing his finger and licking it clean; his cock twitches in anticipation.
My God, he sucks so hard on my clit and then rubs it with his tongue, soon his fingers joined his tongue and I feel the pressure of his finger on my opening, causing a small tremor that made my pussy clamp down on his finger. The feeling of his finger moving faster and faster inside me took my breath away and then he grazed my clit with his teeth and my body shook with the first of many orgasms I was sure to experience that night as Rick is such a giving lover.
After riding out the wave of my orgasm, I pull my legs off his shoulders and slide the rest of the way off the table until I'm straddling his lap, positioning his hard cock against the folds of my drizzly pussy. I move up and down, getting a feel for how much leg strength I had, and after a minute of teasing his dick, I push up high enough to position him at my heated opening.
I kiss him deeply as I lowered slowly down onto him, so there was an inch of him inside of me. We both shudder with the contact, causing me to lose control and I drop the rest of the way onto his lap until he is buried in my heat to the hilt; forcing a groan out of my mouth and into his. I maneuver my feet onto the sidebars of the chair and move my body fluidly up and down his shaft. He has his hands on my ass, stirring me and helping control my pace.
Feeling that I need to be in control, he says, "Yes, Miss McQueen, fuck me."
He leans over kissing, nibbling then biting the slope between my neck and shoulder, with that, I came again. I spasm on top of him and rock my body back and forth riding out my incredible orgasm.
Lifting me off his lap he stood up and turns me around, forcing my chest down on the table. He stands behind me with his legs spread wide forcing my legs apart so he could position himself at my opening again, "Now it's my turn," he says.
He strokes my back, running his fingers up and down my spine, causing my back to arch, while lifting my ass higher in the air forcing the tip of his dick back into me and smashing my breasts onto the table. He slides his long cock back into me the rest of the way and the contact was so much deeper this time that it made us both cry out. He stops moving to allow my body adjust to him, and after a few moments, he begins to thrust into me at such speed that I had to hold onto the table to steady myself, listening to the sound of my ass slapping against his hips, feeling the orgasm build in my abdomen and the tingling that comes with not breathing enough.
With the little breath I had left, I moan, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh god! I'm going to cum, oh yes, Rick Grimes, Oh, harder, YES!"
He lifts my legs off the floor and holds them on either side of his hips, digging his fingers into my hips to hold me still so he could fuck me harder while he straightens his body, every muscle tightening with the promise of release.
I start screaming his name, and his body jerked as he came, filling me up, my inner muscles milking every last drop out of him as I rode another wave of pleasure.