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Chapter Nine

Rick and Michonne were in one of Jessie's hidden gems, an old jumbo copy machine sat in the small room that was no longer in use. The sound of a chair was squeezing over and over.

Michonne was sitting with her back to Rick, riding his dick both their pants around their ankles. Rick's hands were up her shirt pinching her nipples. Rick was enjoying the feel of Michonne's wet pussy engulfing him over and over as she bounced. But there was one problem…

The chair was just annoying him, it was on wheels and kept threatening to roll them both to the dusty floor. But Rick didn't think Michonne gave a shit about hitting that floor the way she was moving. He had to focus his thoughts, he planted his feet down and managed to roll them backwards into a corner.

Now that the chair was locked in place Rick could do what he really wanted, top her from the bottom. He grabbed her waist stopping her momentum.

"Rick, what are you doing?" Michonne whined and that served to send quivers to his dick. That's when Rick began his onslaught of slamming his dick into her pussy.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, Rick please." He kept it up while Michonne leaned her back against his chest and took all he had to give.

"Please, what?" he said into her ear.

"Please make me come Captain Grimes."

Rick was sweating now but he didn't care, he just kept going until Michonne cried out grasping the chair arms. He entered her a few more times before he exploded inside her tight pussy.

"You…are…trying…to kill me. You know we have to go back to CPR training, right?" Michonne tried to calm her breathing and stood up in an attempt to fix herself up.

"Unfortunately." Rick responded after he caught his breath. He stood up and rolled his eyes.

"Aww, it can't be that bad with Company 04."

"Worse." He began adjusting his clothing while looking over to Michonne who was chuckling.

"Would it be bad to confess sneaking off with you has become the highlight of my days." She blushed at her confession and Rick smiled. "What?"

"You are so complex. I mean at Hershel's barn you were so self-assured but now if your skin wasn't that lovely shade of mocha, you'd be beet red." Michonne stuck her tongue out.

"Well…when I care about someone it gets harder for me to be so forward." She tried to look away, but he caught her cheek.

"I care about you too." Rick kissed her tenderly. "Go to dinner with me."

Michonne looked hesitant.

Rick continued. "With our hours technically I'm already highlighting your nights. So if we go out, I could be highlighting your weekend too." They both smiled.

"You'd have to come to my neck of the woods." Michonne countered.

"I'm not afraid of the city." He winked.

"Okay."

"Since it's your neck of the woods, you pick the place and give me the details. Next time I set everything up."

Michonne looked at him surprisedly and Rick just pecked her on the lips and went to the door. Michonne motioned for him to go first. He flipped the lock and peeked out. No one was in site, so he walked out first. He had made it to the end of the hall when he heard a male voice from down the hall.

"Rct Hawthorne, what are you doing in the halls?" Col Blake had caught Michonne. Rick didn't know if he should turn back and help her or keep going not to blow their cover.

Shit!

"I'm headed to the bathroom, Sir."

"Is that right? Captain Grimes!" he shouted down the hall. Rick immediately turned around.

"Can you come here?" he summoned Rick.

"Yes, Sir."

"One of your recruits is in violation. Roaming the halls when she should be in CPR training with Sgt. Rhee."

"Yes Sir, she should. Rct Hawthorne please return to class."

"Yes sir." Michonne started to depart but Blake's words stopped her.

"Wait a minute, no punishment? Surely, she should be reprimanded. Give one of your demerit cards to Capt Grimes." He ordered and Michonne unbuttoned her breast pocket to retrieve one, handing it over to Rick who looked at her apologetically.

"Now please return to class." Rick stated and Michonne walked away.

"See Rick, you gotta know how to keep your people in line."

Rick's jaw tightened and he looked into the distance.

Rick offered a suggestion. "You know we can learn to live here together."

"Come on Rick- that's a lie." Philip turned and walked away.

Rick knew that Philip Blake wasn't dumb and had to be on to them. He just didn't know what to do about that yet. He'd have to speak to Michonne about their risk taking while at work. It was a good thing she had agreed to an actual date.

~~~

Michonne stood in front of the bathroom vanity applying some light makeup when Rosita peeked in.

"Chicka, you look good!"

"You sure, maybe I should put on the other dress?"

"No, this is amazing. You can wear any color, I'm so jealous." Michonne blushed.

She had decided on a sky-blue sleeveless form fitting dress that stopped right above her knees. There were burgundy strips down the sides as well as under her breasts accentuating them. She paired it with burgundy heels and a multi-colored clutch. Earlier Rosita helped her get her locs into a fishtail braid that laid over one of her shoulders.

"I'm nervous." Michonne confessed.

"There's nothing for you to be nervous about. I saw you two at the party."

The pair walked to Michonne's bedroom so she could finish preparing.

Rosita spoke as they walked. "Look, I'm just glad that we are all getting to be buoyant at the same time. So, go out with a sexy man and be free."

"Thanks Rosita." Michonne smiled warmly and reached out for her hand. Rosita squeezed it then sat on the bed continuing to speak.

"I'm gonna be at Tara's tonight so you'll have the place all to yourselves." She winked. Just then the doorbell rang.

"He's here!" Rosita stood to jump up and down.

"You need to relax, that's not helping me." Michonne chastised. "Should I get the door or you?"

"I think I should, find out just what his intentions are."

Michonne giggled and hung back inserting her diamond studded earrings while Rosita answered the door. She could hear muffled speaking from the living room.

"Michonne! Tu cita esta aqui!"

Michonne walked into the living room to find Rick standing there in a navy blue suit. Even though she told him he could dress down a little more for the evening. Under his suit was a light blue button up shirt and a multi colored blue speckled tie. On his feet were a fancy pair of brown shoes instead of his usual boots or gym sneakers.

His hair had indeed grown longer since she first laid eyes on him. But he smoothed it all down with his curls in waves at the back. All of this made the blue of his eyes look even bluer and she couldn't help but smile with all her teeth showing.

She stepped over to Rosita.

"Muy guapo." Rosita stated.

"Si." Michonne acknowledged. Rosita and her hi-fived.

"You kids have fun." Rosita departed to her room with a slick smile on her face. Michonne approached Rick and she could see him appraising her.

"Rosita's right, you are very handsome." Rick blushed.

"You look as beautiful as ever." He kissed her cheek.

"Ready to go?" Michonne knew they needed to leave asap before they started pulling each other's clothes off since her temperature was rising.

Rick went to the front door and held it open for her. "After you."

~~~

They drove to the restaurant in mostly comfortable silence, revealing they were both anxious about tonight. But they shared stolen glances whenever the opportunity had arisen.

After Rick parked, he came around to open the door for Michonne and gave her a hand getting out. She didn't miss that that included him checking out her ass. He held her hand as they walked up the few steps in front of Paschal's.

Michonne decided to take Rick there because it was a staple in the community for generations. It had served as a meeting place for key civil rights leaders, including Dr Martin Luther King Jr. At one time it was one of the only places were black and white people could converge without fear, so she thought it was apropos that they dine there.

"Man, it smells amazing in here." Rick announced. The aroma of Southern cooking coated the air.

"It does." Michonne mouth was already watering from imagining the things she wanted to do to Rick but this just may have leveled the playing field. Rick placed a hand on her lower back as the greeter showed them to their seats. He pulled out her chair and pushed it in for her, then planted a quick kiss to her jawline before he sat on the other side of the table.

Michonne was positively giddy from Rick's displays of chivalry. Her inner self was running up and down the aisles and pointing him out. She had plans to sexually destroy him later. Thoughts of touching his strong body caused her to shift in her seat.

"Hi, I'm Cyndie and I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I start you two off with any beverages?"

"Yes, two strawberry lemonades." Rick ordered for them without looking at the menu, surprising Michonne in the best possible way. He had clearly done his research.

"No, problem. I'll be back with your drinks while you look over the menu." Cyndie stated.

"Yeah, I did a little exploration." Rick's eyes twinkled when he answered her unasked question. Damn blue was amazing on him it just unfairly enhanced his already pretty eyes.

"I'm impressed. What would you like to eat?" Michonne asked. In response Rick just stared at her. The heat rose and her panties were soaked.

"Rick." She whispered and he leaned forward.

"Yes." His jaw flexed.

"Behave."

"I don't think I can do that." He shook his head and looked up to find Cyndie, wide-eyed with their drinks.

"Are you folks ready to order?" she placed their glasses and straws down on the table and pulled out her pad and pen.

"I think I'll have the four vegetable plate-" Michonne began before Rick cut her off.

"You are really gonna come here and not get fried chicken?" he didn't look at Cyndie, just Michonne making both the women fidget.

Rick smirked and placed his order again without viewing the menu. "I'll have the three-piece chicken, mac and cheese and collards." He picked up his unused menu and handed it to the young lady.

"You know what, I'll have the barbecue pulled pork, same sides as him."

Rick added. "Oh uh Cyndie, can you bring us two peach cobblers after our dinner."

"No, problem, I'll get this out to you soon as possible." She skittered away.

"You just can't help yourself." Michonne admonished him.

"Not with you." He reached out and rubbed her hand on top of the table.

Michonne was about to deliver him a full-teeth smile again when he pulled back and reached into his inside jacket pocket.

"Oh, got you something." And he pulled out a roll of mints which she snatched and they both laughed.

"Is this because of the toothpaste?"

"Um hmm, well I'm still trying to figure out what your favorite flavors are."

Michonne raised an eyebrow. "And how are you doing that?"

"Whenever we kiss."

The temperature at the table rose to inferno. Rick's eyes were searing into her soul. She squeezed her legs together than thought better and opened them slightly. Her legs bumped Rick's under the table. Michonne decided the teasing had been very one sided so she kicked off one shoe. She ran her foot up Rick's leg and he closed his eyes at the sensation. Rick always made her feel like her every move was torturing him in some way.

There was a light coughing sound and they noticed an uncomfortable Cyndie had returned with their meals. Without a word she placed their dishes down and got the hell out of there.

"See what you did? You scared the poor girl off." Rick slyly stated.

"Me?" Michonne pretended to be flabbergast.

"I can't believe you. Assaulting me in this restaurant in front of all these people." Rick motioned around them discreetly. His lips pressed together tightly as he held back a smile. Michonne liked mischievous Rick.

"Let's eat." Michonne announced.

~~~

They dug into their food as politely as you could with what they ordered. Michonne tried to focus on her meal instead of the appreciative moans coming from Rick's mouth. Not to mention the way he sucked his fingers after bites of chicken. Once they were leveling off, Rick commenced with some real talk.

"I don't think we've ever gotten a chance to talk about it but…I have a son, Carl. He's seven." Michonne stalled for a moment but hoped he didn't see it.

"You have a picture?" Rick sucked his fingers clean and wiped them on his napkin to retrieve his phone. He scrolled through to a picture of a freckled faced, blue eyed little boy with a bad haircut that made her imagine Rick as a child.

"He's cute."

"And a handful. There was a time when you had to watch him like a hawk. No matter how many times you told him to stay in the house, he just wouldn't." Rick shook his head and smiled from the memory.

"My ex-wife and I share custody. It's just been hard to get adjusted to my new schedule at the academy. I'm glad that the next class will be second tour, so I'll get to see him more. But I'll have him tomorrow." He put his phone away.

"That will be nice. How long have you been divorced?" Michonne slipped on her beverage.

"Separated a while back but the divorce was official a little bit over six months ago." She breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

"You always lived in King County?"

"Yeah, kinda got stuck. Married young then I had a family to provide for. My dad was on the job so it just made sense." He shrugged. "What about you?"

"I'm from Georgia and I went to college in Virginia for a few years. Came back home and Maggie told me about her dad's department recruiting. It sounded like something I could do for my community. Be on the ground floor, moving the needle."

Michonne traced her finger on the table as she spoke. "I just think as an officer your responsibility is to say, this is what we believe, this is how we treat each other and this is what happens when you don't."

"Yeah, that's good. With everything going on the world, it feels like the right time." Rick added. They smiled across the table.

"I'm gonna finish eating this dinner." Michonne said. Rick grinned and finished up his food as well.

~~~

"How was your meal?" Cyndie had reappeared to check in after giving them privacy.

"Good." They both managed.

"Ok, I'll get your cobblers right out." Cyndie began to remove their empty plates but Rick stopped her. He reached in his wallet and pulled out his bank card and tapped it on the table while admiring Michonne.

"I think we'll take them- to go." He handed the card over and the young lady retreated.

Michonne was getting hot again, receiving the message Rick was saying with his eyes and body. They sat there concentrating on their breathing when Cyndie returned with the receipt. Rick took the pen and quickly added what must have been a generous tip because the girl stared at the bill wide mouthed once her handed it back to her.

"Thank you, have good night." Cyndie passed Rick the bag with the cobblers.

"No, thank you."

Michonne didn't wait for Rick to help her up. She grabbed her clutch and took the straightest away to the exit, with Rick right behind her. They walked rapidly to the car. Before she could reach the car door, Rick came to stand in front of her, sliding his hands to the swell of her ass and pulled her into a scorching kiss. Michonne wrapped her hands around his neck and savored the taste of his tongue. Rick was pressing his body to hers so tightly, they barely had room to move their heads. Michonne pulled away first and placed a hand on the window for balance.

"We should go." Michonne reasoned.

"Yeah." Rick helped her in then jogged around to the other side jumping in.

If he wasn't an officer, she'd be concerned at the break neck speed at which he drove back to her place.

Rick was rubbing her knee since the skirt of her dress was too tight to access without pulling it up. When they pulled up to her building, Michonne was happy to see Rosita's car was gone.

This time she was faster than Rick and had her keys ready as she jumped out of his jeep and made it to the building. They seemed to be racing one another upstairs, Rick pushing his body to hers once again when they made it to her front door. Michonne was in his trance but got the door open and sprinted to her room, leaving Rick to lock it. She kicked off her shoes and threw down her purse. Rick entered her room and had discarded his jacket somewhere on his way to her room. He was now unfastening his tie.

"Unzip this dress." She demanded turned around when Rick came to her. He began licking and sucking on her neck again ignoring her plea.

"Rick, get this dress off of me." He stepped back a little and unzipped it slowly planting kisses down her spine. Michonne's breathing was erratic from her desires. She knew Rick was trying to kill her, she felt ready to melt into the floor.

"Rick, please..."

He pushed the dress off her shoulders to reveal her mauve push up bra and matching thong. Michonne stepped out of her dress and climbed on her bed.

Rick hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, belt and pants. At some point that Michonne missed, he'd stepped out of his shoes, now needing to remove his socks and drop the rest of his clothes.

As he stalked up to the bed, Michonne marveled at his stride with those sexy legs. He kneeled on the bed and grabbed Michonne's ankle and kissed it. Michonne laid there trying to not come apart. She wanted to reserve that for when he was inside her. Rick kissed, licked and sucked up to her knee then started all over on the other leg. When he got to this knee, he kept going much to Michonne's delight. He was almost at the apex of her sex when he switched back to the first leg. He smiled up at Michonne while she bit her lip hard trying to not squirm. Rick got to her pussy again and just inhaled.

"Damn, you smell so good." He moaned then he spread her lips under her panties and sucked on her clit through the material. Michonne whimpered and fought to keep her legs open.

"Rick, please."

"Please, what?" he started his assault again and she threw her head back.

"Please I want Python in me!" Rick sat up then and pulled his boxer briefs off throwing them to the floor and fisted his dick.

"You want this?"' he eyed her. Michonne writhed against the sheets considering giving him head but she knew what her body wanted.

"Yes, please…"

Rick placed his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them off, throwing them over head. He kissed up her small trail of hair to her bellybutton and stuck his tongue in. He kissed around it and her stomach muscles contracted. Michonne reached around her back and unfastened her bra but left it for Rick to pull off once her got higher.

He took both her breasts into his hands and blew on her nipples. Her mounds stiffened even more when he slowly sucked each dark peak. Michonne whimpered, she was 100% making a wet spot on her sheets. Rick moaned while he inundated her breasts with affection. He kissed, licked and sucked not just her nipples and areolas but her whole breasts.

She could feel his dick thumping against her with each movement, she knew he wasn't just torturing her but himself too. He finally relinquished her buds and licked up her chest to her neck. Michonne arched her back and he bit her hard and she grasped his hair. He came up to her mouth and bit her bottom lip then slid his tongue in. Michonne began to suck on it like it was his dick and Rick moaned into her mouth. They began a feverish bout of kissing while Rick pulled one of her legs up and positioned himself at her entrance. He glided his thick cock into Michonne's hot, slippery pussy.

"Fuck." they both hissed, Rick was getting his resolve together but Michonne wanted him badly, so she started to move. She pressed his ass with her feet to get him to join in.

"Oh fuck, Michonne you feel so good."

"You too baby."

Rick recovered and they feel in sync with one another. Michonne grabbed the bed sheets for mobility and performed a kegel.

"Shit!" Rick wailed.

Michonne locked her ankles together and grinded faster. She had Rick now, so she squeezed his dick again with her muscles. Even though the sensation was electrifying Rick continued to thrust into her.

"Michonne, you're gonna make me come."

That just incentivized her, she ran her hands up his back and into his hair. She kept drawing her muscles in and out. They were sweating and breathing harshly but they could still hear the smacking of their bodies connecting.

"Rick, come for me." She whispered.

That's all it took and Rick convulsed, slamming into her hard causing her to climax also. Michonne clutched him still as each wave hit her.

"Michonne, fuck…" Rick was trying to withdraw but every squeeze paralyzed him. Michonne had finally gained back her control but enjoyed returning some of that torture to him so she kept contracting.

"Shit." she laughed and Rick made eye contact with her realizing she was doing it on purpose.

"You-gotta-stop." He stuttered and she giggled some more until he finally freed himself and collapsed next to her.

"You're mean." He mouth made a circle as he inhaled.

"You have nerve!" she balked as he laughed.

"Damn, that was amazing."

"I know, let me go get a washcloth." She went to move but Rick gently pushed her back down.

"No, I can get it. Just point me to the bathroom."

Michonne did and laid there blissfully until he returned. Rick climbed on the bed and began to clean her up gently. It was a wonderful feeling to have someone pamper her, the fact that it was Rick just made it all the more special.

"Thank you."

"Of course." He gave her a chaste kiss, placed the rag on the dresser and laid next to her again.

After a few minutes Michonne initiated a dialogue. "Um I hope it's alright for me to ask this."

"You can ask me anything."

"You have a scar on your back. How did you get it?" she leaned on her elbow to look at him.

"I got shot."

"What?" her eyebrows squeezed together.

"Yeah, Shane, Lt Walsh, and I were on a call. Wrong information came out said there were two suspects, turns out there was a third."

"That's crazy."

"Oh, it gets crazier. I was in a coma." Michonne's jaw dropped.

"Like medically induced?" He shook his head.

"Naw, the regular kind."

Michonne laid back down. "Damn, we all have something."

"You've been in a coma too?" He joked.

"Ha ha." Rick poked her sides making her squirm and giggle.

"I'm glad you let me take you out." He rubbed his fingers over her cheek.

"Me too." They smiled then something dawned on Michonne. "Wait, where's the cobbler?"

"Shit, I left it in the truck." Michonne eyed him.

"I'll go get it." He laughed. Rick threw his clothes back on and went out to retrieve their dessert.

Michonne put on a tee shirt and fresh panties while she waited for his return. When Rick got back, he stripped back down to his boxers and climbed on the bed. They ate the cobbler as they conversed some more.

Michonne felt all warm and fuzzy inside. It was so foreign here. She wasn't entirely sure she could keep her heart safe when it kept on blooming thanks to Rick Grimes.