MINE CHAPTER 5
Sasha's voice shook as she begged Negan to forgive her, "I'm so sorry baby. Please forgive me."
Negan turned to her, cocking his head to the side as he looked at her suspiciously, "Why Sasha darling, why would I need to forgive you?"
The doctor's body still lay sprawled across the floor, the blood that had drained from his head wound, had taken on a brown gooey color in some places.
"This is all my fault," Sasha continued, "If I had let you iron Michonne, she wouldn't hadn't gotten away."
"And taken one of my lucrative pieces, with her." Negan added.
Sasha nodded.
Negan swaggered toward her, and Sasha stilled herself for a blow. She was shocked when he gently took her face into his hands.
"By all appearances, the good doctor here, gained a sense of morality and was too cowardly to face me like a man with his decision." Negan placed a kiss on Sasha's lips, "He released your sister and gave her something that didn't belong to her. And she took it. And for that Sasha, when I catch your sister, I will kill her."
He watched Sasha's face intently to see her reaction, but Sasha had prepared herself for just this moment.
"Yes, let's kill her."
"Whew!" Negan shouted, pulling Sasha into a bear hug, "Woman! Your heart is colder than mine!" His hands dropped to her ass and squeezed. "Glad you're warm in other parts."
Relieved, Sasha flashed Negan a genuine smile, "Show me." That smile soon dropped when Negan turned her around in his arms and began disrobing her.
Rick was going insane. Every cell in his body screamed for Michonne. He eyes never left her sleeping form. Carol had already denied him access to the room Michonne was in.
It took everything in him not to take the revolver from the halter at his hip and blow right through the two security guards he would call friends at any other time. Pierre and Jack had the sense to keep a wary eye on Rick's right hand as his fingers wiggled every now and then over his gun's wood handle.
Carol had warned them both when they accepted the assignment what they should expect, when they met their Captain again. It was still shocking, the man they highly respected was acting like a crazed person. They both kept one hand on their blasters.
Michonne moaned in her sleep, the dream she was having, was extremely lucid. Rick's face was buried in the crook of her neck. He caressed his hands down her back until they landed with a firm grip on her ass. The roughness of his beard against her skin only seemed to egg her on as she rode him. She was almost there, "Rick." She moaned.
Rick stepped toward the glass panel that separated him from Michonne's sleeping form, she called his name. "Carol!" he gruffly called out. If Michonne was calling for him, maybe Carol would let him into the room with her.
Michonne was now writhing on the table, "Rick! Please."
Rick's cock instantly responded.
His right hand gripped his revolver but before he could pull it out of its holder, Carol was at his shoulder with a hyper spray.
This time, the medicine had an instant affect, his hard on deflated, and the haze lifted.
Rick stumbled backwards, "Whoa." He gasped, "What… what did you do?" His hand left his revolver. Rick felt like his old self. The self that could think with the head at the top of his body.
"I was finally able to figure out the right calculations to the inhibitor." Carol answered, as she studied him. "You and Michonne both need a stronger dose. Not sure how long it will last but I will keep a close eye on both of you."
"Rick!"
Both he and Carol turn to the sound of Michonne's voice. Michonne continued to writhe and moan on the table. The heat Rick felt before didn't return but the desperate need to be in her presence did.
"How do you feel?" Carol asked him.
"It's weird," Rick started, his eyes not leaving Michonne "I don't feel crazed anymore, but I still want to be near her."
"Good," Carol nodded, "That means it's working." She turns and heads toward the security guards and the steel door which led to the room Michonne was in.
"Let me go wake her up and give her a dose."
Rick was hot on Carols steps.
Carol suddenly turns, stopping Rick in his tracks. "Rick?" She said in warning.
Rick shook his head, "I want to be there when she wakes up." He demanded, "I promised I would be there when she woke up."
Not waiting for Carol's permission, he pushed past her, only to come up to wall of his security team. His hand automatically went to his revolver at this hip.
"Let him through." Carol's demand had an immediate effect, as both men moved to the side.
The large grey door opened, and Rick stepped through, relief filled him at every step he took toward Michonne.
Michonne undulated on the table, a slight sheen of sweat shown on her skin. Rick's name poured from her lips as dream Rick thrust against her soft core.
Rick looked down at the beautiful woman laid out on the table before him. The white sheet covering her body was sharp contrast against her dark skin. Rick couldn't help himself from taking one finger and rolling it down her arm while Carol prepared the hyper-spray.
As if awakened by his touch, Michonne sat up, still asleep but she pulls Rick into her embrace, her lips capturing his.
Their moans echoed each other when their lips finally touched. The white sheet slipping down in between their pressed bodies.
Rick could not do anything but respond back to the woman in his arms who sparked something in him, he hadn't felt in a long time, passion and want and possession. He wanted to possess this beautiful woman, keep her, do anything to make her stay just like this. In his arms, damn near dry humping his lap, her lips and tongue dancing with his.
God! She tasted and felt like home to him.
Rick pulled Michonne tighter in his embrace and deepened his kiss meeting her passion for passion.
The sound of the hyper-spray sounded like it came from miles away, until he felt Michonne stiffen in his arms, her arms pulling from around his neck caused Rick to open his eyes, her eyes stared back at him in surprise, the passion and fire he saw in them a few moments earlier were gone.
"What's… what's happening?" she asked him.
"Uh…I." Rick had no idea what to say as he helped Michonne pull up the white sheet, so she could cover her body. He pulled away from her giving her space. He was embarrassed that he acted like a caveman himself.
Rick closed his eyes and berated himself. How could he do that to her? Manhandle her like that? No matter what havoc this virus was causing in his body, he had no right to touch her.
She explained over and over last night why they couldn't do this, why she needed for them to put this Indluvu on the back burner and he promised he would help her.
Not sure what to do, Rick pushed away from Michonne. "I'm sorry about that Michonne." He said, his sincere blue eyes meeting her brown ones.
"Don't be sorry," she said, reaching out and taking his hands into hers, "I have a feeling it was my fault. The dream I was having was about you…about us. This Indluvu virus is really something."
Michonne takes a deep breath and releases it into a bright smile that took Rick by surprise, he could only stare at her in awe.
"You're beautiful."
For the first time since the virus kicked in, Michonne looked away from him for the quickest of moments. "Rick, I'm sure it's the Indluvu talking but thank you anyway."
Rick's forehead furrowed in confusion," I thought you were beautiful before the Indluvu virus kicked in?"
"Oh really?" Michonne asked, "When was this? When I was covered in a week's worth of dirt and blood?"
"No, it was when you were asleep." Rick paused, "Ugh! That sounds a little pervy doesn't it?"
"A little. But it's interesting that you were attracted to me before the virus."
Her fingers went to his beard and caressed his full bottom lip. She wondered if she would have had similar feelings for him if she saw him before the Indluvu virus kicked in?
Are you out of your mind? You would've been attracted to him. Just look at him!
"Yes, it is quite interesting." Carol said breaking into their intimate moment. Carol hands Michonne a white body suit.
"Michonne," Carol said, "You can wear this until we can get you back to your clothes. "
Michonne grabs the suit, happy to have a distraction from the sexy man sitting next to her.
"Rick, we need to give Michonne some time to get decent." Carol hinted. She was pleased when Rick stood up and backed away from the table.
"You won't take long, will you?" Rick asked,
Michonne tossed him a smile over her shoulder. "No."
Carol herded Rick out of the room when it appeared, he wanted to stay with Michonne.
Rick paced outside of the healing rooms doors, even though it was only a few minutes before the door opened and Michonne was standing in front of him, in the white body suit that clung to every curve of her body.
Rick couldn't speak, couldn't move, he wasn't even sure he was still breathing. Why the hell would Carol give Michonne that outfit to wear?
Inhibitor or not, Rick was hanging on by a thread.
Carol as if sensing his distress, "Sorry, it was the only suit we had available."
He was barely able to croak out, "Uh, are you ready to go home?"
It takes a few seconds for Michonne to respond, and at her hesitancy, Rick calls her name again, "Michonne?" He holds his hand out to her.
Unsure, Michonne starts to shake her head no. Ricks brow furrows in confusion but then he understood. Keeping his hand outheld he says "Michonne, are you ready to go home? I mean go back to my house?"
Michonne gives him a tentative smile, that makes Rick's heart skip a beat before she takes his hand.
They exit the building together. Hand in hand.
Outside the building there was a slight commotion. Guards were talking to someone who was fully covered, in animal skins. This person keeps trying to get past them.
Michonne stops in her tracks when she sees this person. Something about him looks familiar.
Rick intent on getting Michonne home, doesn't notice anything until Michonne pulls him to a stop.
He follows her gaze to the stranger, who breaks free from the guards and rushes toward them.
When the stranger gets closer, he grabs Michonne in his arms and spins her around.
Michonne is totally surprised, and when the stranger finally puts her down, she is surprised when Rick cold-cocks the stranger with the butt of his gun.
The stranger falls unconscious at their feet, the hood has now fallen away and Michonne can see his face.
An infuriated Rick, who knows he's being totally irrational but can't seem to tamp down the anger and jealousy of this stranger putting his hands on Michonne.
"Do you know who hell this man is, Michonne?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Michonne nods, she can't believe it herself, "It's my brother Daryl. I thought he was dead. This doesn't make any sense."
"I can solve that. Because when he wakes up, I'm going to kill him."