"You please me, Lord Richard." Michonne whispered, her eyes twinkled with mirth and her skin glowed radiantly from their lovemaking.
Richard chuckled in acknowledgment. It was he who normally spoke of how pleased he was with her.
"You are a minx!" He teased as he kissed the tip of her nose and rolled his big body off of hers. Unable to pull her eyes away from Richard, Michonne's gaze followed him across the room as he made his way to the bowl of water.
She was still in awe of his physique—not even his battle scars could mar the perfection of his form.
Michonne continued to stare, her appreciation evident when Richard brought a wet cloth over to her. He proceeded to gently clean her body of his spilled seed; the tenderness of his attentions belied his fierce, warrior frame. She placed one arm behind her head and allowed her other hand to trail idly across the soft furs on the bed.
Absently, she contemplated Richard's face. It was in these chambers that she'd first seen him. His appearance had scared the crap out of her, afraid that he would hurt her. Now she was amused by the thought.
She had come to love his face, love the kindness that was evident in his grey eyes. Michonne held no allusions about his violent side, though. She was positive he was vicious in battle and had killed many—he must've in order to have acquired his status as chieftain and the accompanying lands and riches.
"What has claimed your thoughts?" Ge asked, his deep voice bringing her out of her reverie.
She watched as he made his way back to the bowl to toss the cloth inside. She cocked her head to the side and bit her bottom lip. His ass was perfect, so round and firm.
"Whew!" Michonne whispered quietly. She could feel her body warming up.
Richard walked around so casually, as if he owned the world. He was obviously comfortable with his nudity, Michonne wished she were the same.
This time when he walked back to the bed, she allowed her eyes to roam his entire body. As she focused on his cock—which was now semi-hard and veiny—and blushed. She was thankful for her dark skin.
Ripping her gaze from his body, Michonne looked up to find that Richard was now looking down at her. As he towered there, she was momentarily taken aback by the heat she witnessed in his eyes. Fire couldn't have burned as hotly as his gaze.
And his dick was now fully erect, and it was looking right at her.
"There is something you require, woman?" He asked, his voice silken, mesmerizing.
Hypnotized, she nodded her head and slowly rolled to her knees. She then stood upon the bed which brought her close to eye level with him. Never breaking eye contact, Michonne lightly placed her hands on his stomach and felt him jump ever so slightly.
She smiled wickedly.
Richard growled.
Leisurely her hands moved upward along his abs and over his chest. Michonne smoothed her hands along his warm skin and rained soft kisses along his flesh. Her hands continued their exploration over his shoulders and down his heavy arms. This time, when her lips touched his body, it was to take each of his nipples into her warm mouth.
Richard jumped more perceptibly.
Biting back her laughter, Michonne continued to kiss her way up his torso until she came to the base of his neck. Nuzzling him there, she revelled in the feel of his scratchy facial hair and his clean, fresh scent. With one hand on his shoulder, and the other at the back of his neck, Michonne slowly and thoroughly left her love mark on him.
Richard didn't move a muscle. He stood there allowing her to explore his beautiful body. She inched closer and his cock throbbed between them and it excited her. A spell had been woven around them. She threaded one hand into his beautiful hair and brought his head down to claim her lips in a kiss. When she felt his arms finally close around her, she gasped at how good it felt, how right.
The intensity between them was sweet, and so potent that a single tear trickled down her smooth cheek. She quietly sobbed her need for him. Michonne was compelled to bring her warrior even closer to her own body as she climbed him and wrapped her thick thighs around his body.
Sensing her need, and swept away by the strength of their passion, Richard took control.
As they kissed hungrily, their tongues dancing and breath mingling, he walked them over to the stone wall beside the fireplace. Pushing Michonne's back against it, Richard continued to kiss her roughly. His big hands massaged and squeezed her breasts, hips and thighs; and when he couldn't wait any longer, his cock found her tight, wet opening of its own volition. Steadying himself, he pushed his dick inside and almost died from the sweetness he found there.
"Woman!" He growled when Michonne squeezed her thighs around his waist. The action also caused her to tighten down on his thick manhood. Richard spread his arms wide and splayed his hands against the wall. He tucked his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in the soft sweetness of rose petals.
"Odin help me." He mumbled, very nearly defeated. He fought for control and willed himself not to finish inside her.
Finally regaining control, he began to move within her. Richard's cock repeatedly stabbed Michonne's pussy, making her eyes widen and her jaw slacken. All that could be heard was her rough gasps at the exquisite feel of Richard circling his hips against her.
His fingernails dug into the warm stone of the wall, his control was gradually slipping away yet again. His thrusts changed and became more hurried. With his face still nestled against her neck, Richard bit and sucked the soft flesh there, very close to his orgasm.
His shaft continued to batter her, and like before, Michonne finally found her voice.
She pumped her hips in accordance with Richard's rhythm—her lusty cries of passion urged him to pummel her even faster. His movements became too swift for her to keep up with, so she clung to him and took every one of his hard strokes.
Michonne tried to cling to him, but the sweat on their bodies made their skin slippery. Richard backed away from the wall and cupped her round, soft bottom in his hands. Still deeply implanted inside her, he walked toward the bed as Michonne took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. He laid her on the bed and immediately began riding her, making a startled Michonne gasp.
She moaned and sighed, whimpered and wailed, allowing Richard to surge in and out of her tight pussy. He chuckled arrogantly as Michonne gushed more of her slick essence all over his cock. Her soft moans turned into deep, guttural cries when her inner walls began to contract around him.
"Fuck me baby—harder!" She exclaimed.
His surprised expression was almost comical.
For a second time, Richard buried his face in the crook of Michonne's neck and he unleashed himself on her. He beat into her, his own moaning joined with hers. And when she came all over his dick, her body emitted even more of her nectar.
It was Richard's undoing.
This time when he pulled out of her, his hot come erupted from his balls amidst his loud bellowing. He was powerless to do anything but tower over Michonne, frozen. He allowed his liquid to drain out of him until he was spent. He weakly and drowsily rolled off of her onto his back. Then he began to chuckle, which soon turned into a fit of laughter.
Michonne curiously looked over at him and briefly wondered if he'd lost his mind. "What's so funny?" She asked, unable to resist her own grin. His laughter was infectious.
"Fuck me baby!" He mocked. Michonne's eyes widened at his high-pitched imitation of her voice.
"NOOO!" She shrieked, forcefully covering his mouth with her hand.
Richard laughed even harder as she blushed and refused to remove her hand.
"How do you even know what that means?" She wailed.
He gently moved her hand before answering.
"'Tis a common enough word for we Vikings," He said as he made his way back to the bowl of water. "We speak it a bit differently, but tis not so difficult to recognize."
Intrigued, she leaned up on her elbow. "How do you say it?" She asked.
At first, he looked at her askance as he cleaned his fluid from her belly. Never before had he held such a discussion with a woman... not even with a whore. But Richard did feel as if he could share a great many things with her that he ordinarily could not with any other woman.
"This we call 'fock.' And this, what we have just done, we say 'fokka.'" He explained.
"Oh." She said as she mulled over what he'd just shared. She could write a book based off the things she'd seen and heard here. But who would believe her? What would her credentials say? 'Time travel?'
"What of your people?" He asked as he lay beside her on the bed.
"Well, we have many words for it." She smirked. "There's cock, dick, shaft, schlong, prick, love stick, third leg..."
She broke off when she heard Richard's laughter.
"Third leg... I must use this." He said appreciatively.
Michonne laughed. She thought she would have been telling him about technology and the great strides they had taken since his time by now. Instead, she was teaching him different ways to say penis.
She scooting closer to him and ran her fingers along his shoulder and down his arm to the wrist where his tattoo lay. It looked just as good as the work of a 21st century tattoo artist, if not better.
"Who made this?" She asked. Richard welcomed her featherlike caress and was pleased that she did not hesitate to touch him.
"Tis the work of my Rus brethren—a gift of sorts in honour of my chieftainship and prowess in battle." He said.
Shhe knew it! They did have tattooing, it just hadn't been documented!
"How is it done? Do they really use wood ash? Was it painful?" She asked excitedly.
Richard smiled at her enthusiasm and was pleased about her knowledge and interest in his culture.
"Aye, the ink is made with wood ash and water," He said, gesturing to the deep blue-black colour of the ink. "A sharp instrument not unlike a needle is then inserted in the mixture and applied to the skin. As for pain... a true warrior speaks not of pain, woman." He said.
Michonne loved the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he joked. The two fell into a companionable silence. Michonne inched even closer to Richard as she mulled over his explanation of the tattooing process. Her head rested on his shoulder while her hand lazily stroked his chest and stomach. She absently kissed his warm skin and became aware of a movement down below.
Richard's shaft was beginning to swell. It lifted from its resting position against his thigh, saluting her. Pursing her lips to hide the smile there, Michonne feigned ignorance and continued to fondle his burly torso. She "innocently" stretched, bringing her thigh up and across Richard's. She even "accidentally" rubbed her knee against his manhood.
Richard wasn't fooled.
With lightning quickness, he brought Michonne up and over him, her thighs straddling his. Before she understood his intention, he walloped her on her plump backside.
Michonne yelped.
"You tease me, woman?" He growled playfully.
She leaned down and sprinkled kisses on his face, lingering on his scars. And then she kissed him gently on the lips.
"Forgive me and allow me to make it better." She whispered.
She boldly and seductively crawled backward until she was leaning over his member. She then tenderly ran her tongue along his salty erection, eliciting a loud moan from him. She had lost count of how many times she'd been able to make him do that, but it always made her feel powerful.
She wrapped her palm around his heavy member and took the head into her mouth. She squeezed him and jerked her fist up and down as she took more of him inside. She loved the feel of his swelling cock. Richard gritted his teeth and thought he would die from the bliss Michonne bestowed upon him.
She worked to take more of his hardness into her throat—bobbing her head up and down, creating a vacuum with her mouth. Richard felt like he would explode right then and there. His thigh muscles bunched and he roughly threaded his fingers in her hair.
Michonne could taste his heady pre-cum.
Overcome with desire, she removed her hand from his shaft and allowed her palms to caress Richard's muscled thighs. She skimmed over his belly and dragged her nails over his hard chest. Michonne allowed him to slip from her mouth, so she could down first one and then both of his balls.
Once again pumping her fist over him, she sucked and licked his balls.
Dripping wet, she replaced her hand with her mouth and once again held him in her throat. Attuned to his needs, she quickened her pace. Cupping his sack in one hand and tightening her grip on his cock with the other, Michonne sucked his dick frantically.
Richard's hands tightened in her hair and his hips began to pump furiously. He sincerely hoped he did not hurt her, for he was powerless to stop. She was a witch who had woven a spell about him!
Michonne continued her assault on her lover.
When he froze and issued a long, loud, throaty sound, she prepared to receive the cream that gushed out of him. Swallowing every drop of his love substance, she squeezed and sucked his cock until he was dry.
Crawling back up, Michonne sat on Richard's stomach.
He stared up at his beautiful vixen; her hair was a wild mass of dark curls. He promptly began to harden, surprising even himself. He wanted her yet again.
Finding the strength, he sat up and adjusted her on his abs so he could reach her breasts.
When he touched her nipple with his hot, wet tongue, Michonne arched her back and let out a low, sexy moan. Richard took the erect point into his mouth and licked, slurped, and sucked it.
After loving the first nipple, he slowly moved to the second and stayed there for what seemed to Michonne like an eternity. She was soaking wet by the time he rolled her onto her back.
Reaching between their bodies, Michonne was shocked and pleased to find him erect. As she did earlier that night, she rubbed his smooth, red mushroom head along her clit. Richard brushed her hand aside and took his shaft into his hand. He dragged his cock along her bud, but only for a few moments.
And that was all he did.
He stayed there and titillated her with his head. Michonne gasped and moaned both with desire and frustration.
She thought she would die from his teasing!
"Speak to me." He demanded.
Legs spread wide and one arm thrown across her face, Michonne squeezed her own nipple. She tossed her head from side to side in exquisite agony. She had no idea what a sight she made. Richard nearly abandoned his campaign to make her beg.
"Michonne, what is it that you want?" He commanded gruffly. His thighs flexed as he moved his hips back and forth. One large hand still grasped his big cock while the other held her thigh open at her bent knee.
Michonne breathlessly moaned her wishes. "Richard I want you... I need you inside me."
He didn't know what it was about her or rather, what it was about what she'd said, but he wanted to give her the world. He needed her just as much as she needed him. Richard tenderly bent over and brought his lips to hers.
He kissed her deeply and gently pushed his cock inside her. Michonne's eyes fluttered closed as she took all of him. She wrapped her arms around his wide back in an effort to bring him closer.
Richard was slow and unhurried. He fucked Michonne as if time was nothing more than a whisper. He changed the angle of his thrusts and rocked his hips so that he ground against her clit. Her tightness sucked him in and made for an incredible sheath. And when their energy became more intense, his pace became harsher. His thrusts became faster and harder, all gentleness gone.
He used the pad of his thumb to manipulate her woman's bud and took her nipple in his mouth. The sounds of their fucking was all that could be heard in the quiet chambers.
Michonne could feel her pussy tightening around his dick; she hugged him closer as her inner walls again convulsed around his shaft.
She howled her pleasure and couldn't be bothered about the noise she made. She was experiencing nirvana, and nothing else mattered to her except for Richard and the things he was doing to her.
He made her body sing—hell, he made her sing!
When his own climax descended upon him, Richard pulled out of Michonne and once again came on her belly. Breathing heavily, he stayed there for a moment, unmoving. He watched her silently as she fought to catch her own breath.
Feeling his gaze on her, Michonne looked up and gifted him with a warm, loving smile. She wanted so badly to seal their act with words. She was overwhelmed with her feelings for this man and wanted to tell him. She wanted to let him know what he meant to her.
But this wasn't supposed to last.
And whether here or in her own time, rejection was still very much real. Michonne had no way of knowing how he felt about her. So instead, she placed her hands on his back and brought him closer. Then she kissed him.
In that one kiss, Michonne placed all the intensity, all the passion and all the adoration she felt for him. Her actions were from the heart, and she hoped in the joining that she had told him everything she'd wanted him to know.
When she pulled away and looked up at him, Michonne smiled. There, mirrored on Richard's face was everything that she had felt.
Richard and Michonne spent the rest of the night alternating between lovemaking and conversation. They asked questions and learned more about each other's culture. While Michonne lovingly traced and kissed each of Richard's scars, he told how he had come by them.
When the night grew later and their talk slowed, he placed his sword in his customary place near the bed. It was crucial for his weapons to be within his grasp at all times, even during slumber.
He then positioned himself between Michonne and the door and pulled her against his warmth. Richard drew the furs around them and wrapped his arms around her. As her eyes drifted closed, Michonne snuggled under the covers and purred softly, making him smile.
His thoughts were too numerous for sleep just yet. Richard was more affected by Michonne than he realized.
Affected.
That was not a true summation of his feelings for her. He sighed. Now he had been reduced to thoughts of feelings. Richard was becoming a woman. He could feel his masculinity draining from him, all because of a fetching vixen with big, expressive eyes. He unconsciously kissed the top of her head, still consumed with his thoughts. This woman twisted him up in ways he had never before experienced. He was a warrior, aye, but he was not ignorant of the happiness a good woman could bring to his life and home. His own father had been captivated by a Saxon woman: his mother.
Magnus had acquired Edith as part of the spoils of war. A slave, she had initially shown contempt for Magnus and had fought him tooth and nail. Richard's father would have been well within his rights to force the woman to submit, but he did not.
Instead, the great chieftain wooed her and treated her with gentleness. Once Edith had seen the just manner in which Lord Magnus ruled his people—both clan member and slave alike—she could no longer resist his charms.
Both Carol and his father had always told of the great love that had existed between a lowly Saxon slave and a great Viking warlord. Neither had wanted Richard to ever forget who his mother was.
Edith's acceptance of Magnus had been absolute and the two had known a great love like no other. Richard was the result of that union.
Edith had been ecstatic to learn that the tangible evidence of her love with Magnus was growing in her belly. The two lovers were married and made grand plans for the time when their baby would arrive. However, theirs was not to be a happy ending. During childbirth, Edith had lost too much blood. Carol and the midwives had worked tirelessly to stop the bleeding. They had done everything to help the young woman survive as she meant a great deal to their lord. But their work had not been enough.
With her final breath, the Saxon woman had professed her love for Magnus and had beseeched him to care for their baby to love it twice as much. Edith had never learned that she had given birth to a son. Richard had always carried the heaviness of his chieftainship with silent strength. No one knew how burdened he was with his duty. It was his responsibility to beget an heir...a boy who would continue on his name. But he was haunted by his mother's death. She had died during labor.
What if history did repeat itself with his own wife?
When Lorraine had become his betrothed, Richard had not known how to feel. In the beginning, it had looked as if their future was promising. He was a powerful warlord with more riches than he could count. And as a boon, Richard was to marry the most beautiful woman in all the land. However, when he had witnessed the coldness in Lorraine's eyes and watched her recoil from his touch, he knew he had been condemned to a life of suffering. Of course he could force Lorraine and bed her against her will—he would be well within his rights, but the thought turned his stomach. He was a man of great pride. Any woman who would join him abed would come willingly or not at all. Richard did not have to force a woman to welcome his touch.
The paradox which was his life amused him.
He was no longer vexed about his wife dying in childbirth. That burden had been lifted and was replaced by a future of imminent bedlam with a cold bitch whom he would rather set adrift in one of their longboats.
And then there was Michonne, sweet Michonne.
Sasha's words had been true. There was none other who had made him feel in this manner. Richard was overwhelmed by the power of his affection for this woman. He subconsciously held her closer and buried his face in her hair. The intoxicating smell of roses almost made him roll her over unto her back and mount her.
'In the morn,' he promised himself. In the morn he and his third leg would greet her properly.
Richard chuckled at his newfound phrase.
His thoughts abruptly turned serious again, his old fears once again haunted him. As much as he needed to breed with Michonne, he could not. He would not risk losing her to childbirth. It had taken every ounce of his strength to not spill his seed in her wondrous heat this night. Richard did not care what had to be done; he was certain that he would not allow himself to impregnate her.
She meant too much.
He thought of the way she had lost herself this night. With abandon she had given of herself in a way that no woman had before her. He knew without a doubt that he would never take another to his bed; not while Michonne was a part of his life.
Richard corrected himself. She would always be a part of his life, for she was his. He would never let her go, Lorraine be damned. He would find a way for Michonne to bear his name, for he had to have her. He acknowledged that he needed this woman the way he needed air, for she had come to mean everything to him.
He loved her.
The next morning, Michonne awoke to the sound of movement in the room. She peeped out from under the mound of furs and watched as Richard stoked the fire. He was fully dressed and sat on the bed to pull on his boots. She thought of the night she had spent with him and blushed at her memories. They all involved the two of them naked with him deep inside of her. It had been the best night of her life.
When he began to comb his fingers through his hair, Michonne threw the covers off and crawled toward him. Wrapping her arms around him, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his clothed back against her naked body.
"Good morning, Richard." she tenderly said, her voice husky from sleep.
"Come." He commanded, pulling her around to face him.
Michonne obeyed and stood before him shyly. She was after all, still nude. He picked her up in a big bear hug and kissed her squarely on the lips.
"You have slept well?" He asked.
Richard had no idea how well she'd slept. As a matter of fact, she'd slept like the dead!
"Yes. It was the best sleep I've had in a long time. And what about you? Did you sleep well?"
He smiled.
When she inquired after his well-being, Richard did feel as if he was of great import to her. It was a feeling he decided he did like.
"Aye, a little too well." He replied. He had been a young boy without training the last time he had slept so hard. If he continued on this course, he would need to rely on Michonne to protect him in the event of an ambush!
"Do you have to leave so early?" She asked. "Is the sun even up yet?"
Michonne's voice had been sullen. She knew it was extremely early, and she wasn't ready to let him go yet. She wanted to spend more time with him, but understood he had responsibilities.
Richard tilted her face upward and looked down at her. Even first thing in the morn she was beautiful. Her hair was mussed and more untamed than the night before. Her eyes were hooded as she valiantly tried to keep them open. He knew that the hours he kept were not for most. What he would not give to shirk his duties and spend countless hours abed with his woman.
"If the sun has beaten me up, it means I am late." He quietly joked.
Michonne wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. Leave it to her to take up with the lord of the manor. Why couldn't he be somebody of less consequence? Somebody who could lounge around all day and do nothing? She immediately knew she would never fall for anyone of the sort. Part of the reason she was attracted to Richard had to do with his integrity, honour and work ethic. She certainly couldn't blame him for taking his duties seriously.
"Well, I understand you have to leave. But before you go, could you grant me one favour?" She asked.
"Anything." He replied solemnly. He would give her the moon if she asked.
"Make love to me."
Richard closed his eyes. She had trapped him. Michonne looked up into his face and smiled impishly. She knew his word was his bond, and he had promised her anything. He would have to make love to her before he left.
Knowing she had won, she took his hand and led it to her already-wet, quivering sex. Richard remained speechless.
"I'm ready for you. Back home we call it a 'quickie.' It's fast, it's dirty, and it's good." She whispered.
'The woman beguiled him,' Richard thought. 'Aye, she was good at her craft.' Later he would repay her in kind.
Michonne unfastened his belt and watched in fascination as she opened Richard's trousers and his dick sprang free. She loved the way it bounced and swayed like a wayward limb. As if she could not be any more enchanting, she crooked her finger at her giant, beckoning him to join with her. Richard stood in shocked silence when she crawled onto the edge of the bed, her knees spread wide apart.
There was a perfect arch in her back which displayed how her narrow waist flared into wide, enticing hips. Her thick, round bottom hung in the air in invitation. Her magnificent, near-bald pussy called to Richard.
He had never taken a woman in this way. It was his experience that animals bred in this manner. It was a common occurrence to see two dogs or sheep or horses rutting like this.
But humans?
Intrigued, his body stumbled forward, led by his eager, engorged cock. Unable to resist Michonne's ass, he massaged the flesh and savoured her softness. She was so plump! He allowed her to take hold of his shaft and stroke it.
When she led him to her opening, Richard paused. He was nearly beside himself with excitement of the unknown.
"You are sure?" He asked cautiously.
"Yes...do it. Fuck me." Michonne welcomed.
Obediently, he allowed her to pull him to her opening. Once there, Richard brushed her hand away and placed one palm on her waist. The other guided his cock inside his woman. Clenching his jaw, he thought he would come from her tightness. When he had pushed in an inch or so, his hand left his cock and joined the other on Michonne's waist. He continued to push into her as he simultaneously pulled her against him until he was balls deep.
Michonne panted and welcomed the fullness of Richard's organ. She flattened her torso on the bed, keeping her ass in the air for him. When she turned back to look at him and almost laughed. He looked like he had just received a new toy.
At the first thrust of his hips, Michonne's eyes fluttered closed. When he withdrew and thrust back into her again, she grabbed handfuls of the covers. He was so big!
"A quickie." She heard him mumble.
Richard made good use of the word. His strokes became faster and much stronger. The new position allowed him to sink even deeper into Michonne's depths. He grunted as her pussy clenched around his dick. His cock stabbed her insides over and over again. Their moans and groans filled the early morning air. If anyone were to pass by Lord Richard's chambers, they would be privy to the passion within.
Richard's wonder and amazement was replaced by unadulterated lust once he reached his stride and in control. He watched as Michonne's ass jiggled from his pounding. His hand reared up and came crashing down on her soft cheeks in pure male fashion. He spanked her ass thoroughly and was rewarded with her cries of pleasure and the reddening of her skin.
Richard was near his climax. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
He kept up his hard and fast pace, and urged her up on her hands. He fondled her breasts and brought his hands down past her belly. When he found her small, turgid nub, Michonne bucked at the contact. Michonne welcomed the familiar twinge in her gut and pussy. Her nipples puckered, and her breathing trembled. When she came, she squirted her clear liquid along Richard's shaft, making his thrusts wetter.
Michonne's screams were momentarily overshadowed by Richard's shouting.
At the clenching of his balls, he grabbed her shoulders and roughly pounded into her. At the eleventh hour, he pulled his pole out of her and came on her pussy lips. With his eyes closed, and head tossed back, Richard jerked his dick, draining it of all his cum.
Michonne collapsed on the bed in satisfied happiness.
She felt Richard moving behind her, the bed pressed down on either side of her against his weight. She felt his warm lips on her back, shoulders and neck and then he was gone. 'Well that was quick.' She thought.
She didn't get to mull over her thoughts for long once she felt a wet cloth on her bottom. Once she felt that Richard was satisfied, she turned on her back and watched him readjust his clothing. The two were silent, not from a lack of conversation, but from the strength of their connection.
They would both stay in each other's company the entire day if they could.
Richard dragged his hands through his hair and Michonne got up and grabbed his brush. She climbed back on the bed and motioned for him to sit in front of her. She brushed his long, glossy mane and pulled it back and secured it with a leather strip into a neat ponytail.
Richard pulled Michonne to a stand on the bed and drew her into his arms. Her hands roamed along his back as she lovingly placed kisses along his face. He grunted his pleasure, neither one of them needed to say a word.
Richard grabbed his sword and knives and slipped them into their holsters. As he made his way to the door, he turned for a final look at Michonne. She sat on the bed, wearing her nakedness proudly. Her hair was a tangled mess, and she wore the look of a woman well-loved. When she pressed her fingertips to her lips and blew him a kiss, he briefly touched his hand to his heart. And with that, he opened the door and left.
Michonne walked briskly toward Sasha's cabin. It was now midmorning, and it had been a few hours since Richard had left.
She had gotten little to no sleep the night before because of her sex fest with Richard. So Michonne had crept back to her own room and had burrowed underneath the covers. Her growling stomach had awakened her. Other than that, she was sure she could've slept for another few hours.
The day was shaping up to be a nice one.
Even Michonne appreciated the warmth in the air. There was no snow and the sun shined brightly, lending them its heat. She forwent her cape and settled for a simple white, muslin underdress with a full, black skirt over it. The skirt featured a fitted bodice and was split in the front, showing a hint of the white underdress. Today, she had pulled her hair back into a high ponytail with a black ribbon.
As she made her way to Sasha's, Michonne waved at some of the residents. Since she'd been at Ragnarsston Hall, they had slowly begun to come around. They waved whenever they saw her, and some even ventured to speak to her. Not all spoke English, which created a language barrier, but they were friendly all the same.
Michonne had not won over the masses, though.
Some of the men leered at her every chance they got while others turned their back on her as if she didn't exist. Most of the women were still wary of her; and she was sure things were bound to get worse once they found out about the kind of relationship she had with Richard.
With Sasha's cottage in sight, Michonne walked faster. Richard would have her head on a pike if he knew she'd walked this distance by herself.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the aroma of whatever wonderful dish Sasha was cooking. Michonne's stomach growled again in anticipation. When the door swung open, she looked up into Abraham's blue eyes.
Startled, she gave her apologies for interrupting and was about to back away when Abraham's large hands reached out for her. He grabbed her into a big hug and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.
"Nonsense, lady! Come inside, the witch—er, Sasha has been expecting you." He boisterously exclaimed.
Michonne absolutely adored Abraham. His size was deceiving, as he was one of the jolliest people she'd ever met. When she walked inside the cottage, it was to find Sasha scurrying about, placing roasted cod on a trencher with fruit. She took a loaf of bread out of the hearth and turned just in time to see Michonne.
The two women eyed each other and were bursting to have their girl talk.
"Michonne, good morn! Please, come... sit," Sasha invited. "Abraham, shoo! We women need our time together now."
He refused to be dismissed.
He walked over to Sasha and stood there silently, the heat in his gaze obvious. Sasha watched him breathlessly, trying her best to display an outward calmness. The chemistry between the two lovers was so potent, that Michonne blushed, looking away.
"Enjoy your woman's time, lady. But make no mistake, I will have my time later... much later." He said meaningfully.
When Abraham wrapped his huge arm around Sasha's waist and kissed her deeply, Michonne looked down and busied herself with buttering her bread.
"Abraham!" Sasha gasped, blushing.
"Aye, I am leaving. Richard will have my hide as it is.'Tis late, but you entice me so." He growled and wiggled his brows suggestively. Sasha laughed while pushing him out of the cottage. She then joined Michonne at the table.
"Well, missy, we both have a lot of talking to do... should I go first or do you want to?" Michonne asked as she took a big bite of her food. She closed her eyes, blissfully savouring the well-seasoned fish.
"You go!" Sasha urged. "By the looks of your aura, I can venture that you and my lord have... consummated your... friendship." She could barely keep a straight face and neither could Michonne for that matter.
"Thank you for trying to be tactful!" Michonne said chuckling. "I don't normally kiss and tell but, I have to talk to somebody! Richard was so sweet and tender and intense! I mean, you should've been there—well, maybe not—but...oh, Sasha. I'm crazy about him!"
Out of breath, Michonne sat back in her chair, her gaze somewhere outside of Sasha's open door. She wore a dreamy expression and probably was not aware of it. Taken with her newfound friend, Sasha leaned her elbow on the table with her head in her hand. It pleased her greatly that Richard had found someone so special. For years she had hoped, had prayed to the Great Father Odin for a special woman for her brother.
She had even offered up prayers and gifts to Freyja who was the goddess of love and sorcery. It would seem that the deity had heard Sasha's supplications for now before her sat a woman more lovely and deserving of Richard than Sasha had ever encountered.
Snapping out of her whimsical thoughts, Michonne turned her attention back to Sasha and blushed. She had completely forgotten the woman was sitting there; Michonne had been so consumed with thoughts of Richard.
"I'm sorry. This guy has me gone." Michonne sheepishly apologized.
"He has you gone?" Sasha quizzically asked.
Smiling, Michonne explained what the phrase meant and asked about Sasha's time with Abraham. It was the beautiful woman's turn to blush.
"Well, that guy has me gone as well!" She admitted and smiled at Michonne's laughter. "I well knew of him as he is my lord's closest confidante, but that is all. The men's training demonstration was the first I have seen of him in years."
Michonne bit her lip when Sasha's expression turned dreamy. The two of them were a pair of love fools.
"When he walked me home after the demonstration, it did seem as if there was a connection. And last eventide... well..." Sasha broke off, blushing once again.
"Let us say we did consummate our friendship... and it was good." She finished.
Michonne smiled. She knew exactly how Sasha felt. New love was always so exciting and so new!