Richonne Just Desserts-30 Kisses Challenge—Well Isn't This Awkward.
"Hey," Rick spoke nervously in a tone that obviously exposed his embarrassment to what Michonne just walked in on as he watched her enter the house, her home, with a very annoyed look on her face.
Rick knew Michonne's aggravated attitude stemmed from Jessie Anderson, who was currently sitting on their living room sofa with a fake smile stretched across in a faux happy greeting. Michonne wanted to slap Jessie's bogus grin off her phony face, right after she punched Rick dead in the center of his chest for not having the decency to take that mess of a relationship to Jessie's house. Rick also fully understood that he was also a major source of Michonne's crossness, probably more so than the blond sitting on the couch next to him, and the fact that he brought Michonne so much distress, hurt Rick to his core. The month since they have been in Alexandria has been rough and bringing that woman into their home made the whole circumstance that much worse and it had Michonne at her wits end. She started volunteering for more and more runs just to avoid the two lovebirds. Michonne was ready to ignore that nonsense between Rick and Jessie and head to her bedroom for a rare special treat that she was about to indulge in the solitude of her bedroom.
"Hey," Michonne replied rolling her eyes and instead of stopping for false pleasantries, she kept towards her destination refusing any more small talk or chit chat with the two people that irritated her the most.
The last thing Michonne wanted to do was to watch Rick and Jessie converse about whatever the hell boring mess they discussed. Haircuts maybe? Pot roast? Owls? Definitely owls. Michonne chuckled at the thought of Rick spending hours talking that silliness. Deserves him right. Michonne thought as she walked that maybe she will get Darryl to catch an owl and make a post roast and serve it to the two idiots. That will give them something to talk about for sure. Maybe even leave a feather floating in the stew like a king cake. Find the feather in your bowl and get a huge FUCK YOU from Michonne! She would gladly shoot her middle finger at either Jessie or Rick.
Michonne smiled and kept her stride focused on heading down the first-floor hallway and into the peace and quiet of her bedroom. Although she loved her downstairs master sanctuary, Michonne wished, for just this one time, she had the upstairs master so she could separate herself even further from the nightmare occurring in the living room. Michonne shook off the thought and increased her pace towards her retreat, one that she needed more than ever after walking into her own home to a most unwelcome visitor. Michonne just wanted to put as much space between the two new, whatever the hell they were, and herself.
"Did your run go well?" Yelled Rick now from a distance hoping Michonne would turn around and join them in the living room.
Michonne did not talk to Rick much anymore. She barely looked at him and would mostly only discuss issues with the community or the kids. Rick felt her pulling away from him and he was determined to do something about it sooner rather than later. Enough was enough, for both Michonne and Jessie. Rick was at his wits end too.
"Yup," answered Michonne without a single look back or stop in step and she hurriedly moved the bags to one hand to open her bedroom door with the other.
Rick noticed Michonne's hands were full carrying several bags and wondered what goodies she had tucked inside. He figured probably something for the kids as she often brought back trinkets, toys, books, clothes, and whatever else she could find for Carl and Judith. There was a time when Michonne would put a huge smile on his face when she brought gifts for him too. Recently that stopped. Michonne's last three runs netted him nothing and his feelings were hurt as he stood in the living room each time, waiting excitedly as Michonne dug inside the sacs for the gifts she was passing out until the bag was empty. Carl noticed Rick's look of dejection and almost felt sorry for his father. Rick looked like a kid who got nothing for Christmas. But Carl figured Rick deserved what he got, nothing, for the stunts he was pulling with the Anderson woman. Even still, Rick hoped there was something in that bag for him this time. Rick turned to look at Jessie and gave her a tight smile than back towards Michonne's back until he could no longer see her and blew out a breath of frustration. Once Rick heard the shower running, he reluctantly returned his attention back to the woman whose husband he just murdered less than a week and a half ago.
"You want to go to my house?" Asked Jessie desperate to place space between him and his warrior friend.
Jessie observed the looks of want and desire Rick gave his so called "buddy" as he so often stared at Michonne. Jessie wanted Rick to look at her the same way he looked at his katana wielding roommate. Jessie craved reciprocation of the same longing gazes she gave Rick. When Rick shifted his eyes back to Jessie, she was all heart eyes and although Rick's eyes had valentines in them also, Jessie knew that glint of love was not meant for her. Those stares of adoration existed for Michonne and Michonne only. Jessie did not understand what happened to all the attention Rick showered her when Pete was alive. Before Pete died, Rick was interested. Rick wanted her. Now it seemed like Rick just wanted to get away from her as fast and as far as possible. Jessie was not going to let that happen. Not on her watch. Jessie knew guilt kept Rick close and she was going to use that to her advantage. Use it until Rick's love for her turned real.
"No, I need to talk to Michonne, just for a quick minute, after she gets out the shower and dressed," Rick informed and immediately he saw an annoyed look streak across Jessie's face.
Rick almost smiled at the sight but instead he bit the inside of his cheek to keep his grin at bay. Rick would much rather see annoyance on Jessie's face than the adoration.
Once Rick heard the shower turn off, he waited a few minutes, counting down in his mind making sure Michonne had time to dress before he went to talk to her. Rick sat quietly, rubbing his pointer and middle fingers against his thumb, lost in thought much to the frustration of Jessie. Rick chose to countdown not with numbers, but rather with images. He was picturing Michonne drying off with a fluffy towel roving over every damp part of her body. Then lathering each delectable part of her person with her favorite lotion, a cocoa butter and shea butter mix that Sasha had concocted for her. Rick loved the smell as it mingled with Michonne's own mouthwatering natural scent. His mind visualized her putting on the crappy bra she always complained about or the "drawers" as she called them because Michonne thought they were too ugly to call them bras and panties. He fancied that Michonne started to struggle pulling on those tight jeans that emphasized her round perfect ass, then the tank top that did the same for her breasts. Rick closed his eyes to get a better view as he used his imagination to watch her sliding her hands down her body to make sure her outfit, as she likes to say, was on point before pulling on her socks and shoes, then finally her vest that he believed she must be currently zipping up. That was his cue to head towards her bedroom. Jessie did not know what was going through Rick's mind, but she knew it had something to do with HER because every so often, as they sat there without a word shared, she watched his eyes continually flick towards Michonne's bedroom.
Jessie was dismayed when Rick quickly jumped off the sofa and excused himself from her company making his way to Michonne's bedroom. She had hoped that he would at least wait until she left before he went to talk with Michonne. It was already awkward enough that Rick and Michonne lived together while Rick was dating her, and that he had not even come close to asking her and her boys to move into his home. Jessie's plan was to do a house swap with Michonne, but she was waiting for the right time to broach the subject with Rick. It seemed to never be the right time. When Jessie would say the word move, Rick would quickly change the subject.
While Jessie was dismayed, Rick was relieved to step away from the tenseness on that sofa. Jessie had placed her hand on his knee almost as soon as Michonne walked through the front door. Jessie was staking her claim and the gesture aggravated Rick. He wanted to swat her hand off his leg like you would an annoying gnat or bothersome mosquito, but he did not want to hurt her feelings. That was Rick's problem. Guilt did a number on him when it came to the Anderson clan. Guilt kept him from doing what he should have done weeks ago. Guilt had Michonne ignoring him. Guilt left him unhappy and in an uncomfortable, uneasy, and unwanted, pretend relationship. Rick needed to get his guilt under control. Rick needed to fix the issue with both women and now was as good a time as any to start with Michonne, despite the odd fact that Jessie was still in his home. Seems like it would have been less awkward to start with the blond, but to each his own.
Rick took a deep breath, softy but ruggedly knocked Jessie's hand off his knee, and moved slowly down the short hallway to Michonne's bedroom. He stopped in front of Michonne's door, paused, then knocked once followed by doing something completely out of the ordinary. Something Rick had never done before in all the time they lived together, even back at the prison. In hindsight, Rick figured he did it in a desperate attempt to put as much distance between him and the blond that was sitting on his sofa and as little distance between him and Michonne who was hiding behind a door. Rick opened her bedroom door immediately after the first and only knock instead of waiting for an invite from Michonne to come inside her private refuge. That impulsive decision caused Rick to walk in on an event that had his heart beating fast and his dick standing at attention.
"RICK!" Exclaimed Michonne who stood in front of her mirror in a lavender teddy and panty set that she picked up on her run earlier that morning.
It was silk and the teddy tied in the front across the breasts in a bow leaving her midsection open in a peek-a-boo style. The panties were low waisted lavender lace that did not leave much to the imagination. All of Michonne's stuff and thangs was out.
"Beautiful," whispered Rick more to himself as he eyed as much of her as he could take in.
After gawking and savoring every single second he perused her stunningly tight and radiant body, for much longer than he should have, and once all his mental faculties were restored and he fully comprehended what was happening, Michonne in a pleasurable and arousing state of undress, Rick shifted to ease the ache of his lower extremity and hurriedly stepped out of her room and closed the door.
Rick was breathing hard enough that he needed to lean against the door frame to recover his bearings. He stood outside of her door for a minute then took a step back towards the living room before deciding to oddly barge back inside Michonne's room shutting the door behind him. Rick figured he had already seen her in all her fabulous glory, so the embarrassing part was over, he tried to convince himself. Michonne was shocked. She had returned to appreciating herself in her brand-new attire in front of her dresser mirror not thinking that Rick would have the nerve to enter her room unannounced again.
"RICK!" Exclaimed Michonne for a second time trying to cover her body with just her hands.
That coverage was not enough by a long shot. It did no good. Rick could still see it all. He strode over to Michonne and stopped just short of touching chest to chest.
"What are you doing Rick?" Inquired Michonne who noticed Rick was breathing hard and his eyes had turned a darker, stormy shade of blue.
Rick eyed Michonne and his nervousness dissipated and was replaced with a huge self-assured grin when he realized Michonne was just as aroused as he was. Her breathing was heavy through the small smile he saw forming on her lips. He enthusiastically watched the frantic sway of her breasts moving rapidly to the same beat of her heart. Michonne's eyes were slightly dilated, and her lashes fluttered to the same rhythm as her heaving breasts. Her nipples were hard giving him a nonverbal hello though the thin silk of the teddy. And although Rick could not see it, could not feel the drenching on his fingers, he knew she was wet too. Rick saw the way Michonne clenched her thighs together and he could swear he smelled her fragrant and intoxicating scent of arousal. Yes, Michonne wanted him too and that gave Rick a boost of confidence and he puffed out his chest in pride. Michonne noticed the gesture and she became just a little wetter than she was before.
"What I wanted to do for a while before my brain short circuited and got warped in this twilight zone of a town we moved to a month ago," smoothed Rick in a seductive voice.
"What is that?" Michonne breathed out trying to control her body from latching on to his and pulling him to her bed which looked so tempting as it sat in the middle of the room.
Rick moved closer to Michonne, and she did not think that was even possible. Michonne noticed no space between their bodies but there must have been because she now felt comingled with Rick. Michonne took a half step back just to breath as an individual for a second, she needed to regain her bearings. Michonne however could only manage a half step as she was bumped up against the same dresser where she was just admiring herself in her new lingerie.
Michonne loved fancy panties before the turn and had a huge collection of very expensive pieces that she adored. She loved how the teddies, bras, panties, garters, and stockings draped snuggly across her body that perfectly accentuated every part that it was meant to. She fancied the feel of the silky, elegant fabrics against her smooth tight skin. Michonne always felt her most beautiful and most confident when she was wearing the delicate undergarments. When her and Rosita ran across a formerly high-end shop on their run earlier that morning, Michonne and Rosita could not resist. They both desired something from her old life that made them feel like the gorgeous goddesses that they still were, it was just currently, they were goddesses in cotton granny panties. They desired to get rid of their drawers and trade up for the extra sexy panties in order to feel extra feminine when they were cutting down walkers to a bloody pulp and kicking the bad guy's asses.
Glenn and Darryl rolled their eyes when they watched the women enter the shop, but each gave no complaints as they watched the two enter the "panty store" as Darryl called it. They were both excited when they overheard Michonne tell Rosita they were gonna pick some garments out for Maggie and Sasha too!
"What about Carol," Asked Rosita.
"Fake Susie homemakers wear old torn polyester granny panties from my understanding," snarked Michonne who rolled her eyes and Rosita chuckled and nodded in affirmation.
Michonne came back home with several pretty panty sets and before Rick barged into her room uninvited and getting a full eyeful of Michonne in all her bootylicious glory, she was trying on and appreciating the one she loved the most.
Rick slipped his arms around her waist then brought his hands back to rest on each of her hips, confused as to how her skin felt exactly like the soft silk of her teddy. He was mesmerized by her and could not stop looking at her plump full lips, her striking facial features, her lovely small waist, and her stunning legs. Rick ran his thumb across the smooth skin of her hips excited to delve further north and deeper south and touch every crevice of her body with his hands and his tongue. Michonne was mesmerized watching Rick watching her. Michonne finally came to her senses and slapped his hands away much to Rick's dismay.
"Your girlfriend is in the living room Rick," Michonne blanched and shifted uncomfortably as she turned her back to him and her front towards the mirror which was a huge mistake.
Rick got a different view of Michonne which made him even harder. He was now up close and personal with the ass of his dreams that he had admired since the prison days. His knees buckled as he stared down at her round, brown, glorious globe in those tiny little panties and reached to touch it. Rick sorely was in desperate need of a handful of her lower cheeks and when he squeezed her backside in his hands, Rick just about fainted. He bumped his erection against her ass for some relief. Michonne placed her hands on the dresser and bowed her head at the wonderfully erotic feeling that Rick was sending up and down her spine.
"She ain't my girlfriend Michonne," answered Rick who was still alternating between massaging her ass, unwilling to let it out of his grasp for too long, and rubbing his dick that was stretching the limits of his jeans up and down her delicious behind, "I have been trying to get rid of her for the last few weeks but she won't take the hint and I have been trying to get you to help me get rid of her for the same few weeks and you won't take the hint either!"
Rick was talking to Michonne's ass. She noticed.
"Hey, eyes up here," Michonne smirked and watched his eyes move slowly up her body until their eyes met though her reflection in the mirror.
Rick grinned and although his eyes moved, his hands stayed in place. He was not going to let those cheeks loose anytime soon.
"What?" Asked a perplexed Michonne who by now had completely forgotten that she was standing in front of Rick in just her teddy and panties, all shyness and embarrassment forgotten.
Rick did not forget. He ran his eyes all around her form every chance he got.
"I don't want her Michonne, I never really did. I want you and only you, but that woman won't leave me be for one damn minute!" Exasperated Rick who squeezed her ass harder out of pure stress until she yelped in unadulterated lust at the sensation.
Rick grinned squeezed her butt cheeks hard again for another opportunity to hear her delicious moan and watch her eyes roll back. Rick was in heaven.
"Rick," Michonne said softly as she turned back to face him overcome with arousal.
"Who were you planning to wear this little getup for?" Asked Rick who was tracing his finger up and down her exposed stomach.
"For me, myself and I," snapped Michonne, "And of course whomever I was just about to start dating."
Rick looked shocked.
"Who?" Angered Rick who pulled her closer which was damn near a miracle because they were already touching pelvis to pelvis.
"Nobody right now, but I was just about to start making myself available for a few dates. I have several interested suitors it turns out," grinned Michonne.
"I am your only interested suitor as of right now Michonne," gritted Rick making note to let every man know she was off limits with his fists or with his colt if need be.
"While you still have Jessie out there sitting on our couch and believing you two are together, then I am still very available Rick," responded Michonne who tried unsuccessfully to pull away from his grasp.
"Who is sitting on our couch?" Grinned Rick and Michonne matched his grin, both refusing to let Jessie interfere and ruin their time together.
Rick needed to take her mind off the pesky blond.
"So, these panties are for you and your nonexistent boyfriend and not even a little bit for me?" Pouted Rick.
"Nope, not even an inkling," teased Michonne.
Rick licked his lips and ran his finger slightly along her clavicle, dipping inside the indention where the urge to place his tongue was strong, but he resisted.
Rick liked the game they were playing.
"How about now," inquired Rick close to her ear while still running his fingers along her collarbone and then down and dangerously close to the space between her breasts and back up again.
"No?" Michonne uttered less convincing than before and more a question for herself than an answer for Rick and he chuckled at her confusion.
Rick ran his nose across her neck, breathing her in as he faintly blew a path from his pursed pink lips not quite touching and very close to her pulse point. Rick smiled and spoke into her neck and Michonne's eyes fluttered. His hand moved back down to her ass, this time inside of her panties, squeezing her behind directly with no silky barrier.
"Now?" Rick asked again seductively and in almost a moan.
"Maybe," cooed Michonne now fully aroused and the antics of Ricks lips and hands, which he was so so good with.
Rick licked his lips desperate to press his pink ones to hers but the desire to extend the torture just a little bit longer was overwhelming and instead of placing his lips on hers, he ran his thumb slowly across the plump edge of her bottom lip as he looked her in the eyes. When they made eye contact, he gently placed his thumb just a tad bit inside of her mouth and was delighted when she wet it with the tip of her tongue.
"You change your mind yet," whispered Rick and he stuck his thumb a little further inside her wet mouth and watched her fully accept his gift with a soft suck and hooded eyes.
"Yes," Michonne breathed.
Rick was about to go in for their first, deep, passionate kiss, ready to make sure it was going to be the kiss of all kisses that would leave her breathless and thinking of no one but him for the rest of their days together. He was just about to touch her full set when they heard a knock on Michonne's bedroom door.
"Shit," bit Rick annoyed as hell.
He forgot Jessie was still in his house waiting for his return.
"Rick, you in there?" Hollered Jessie through the door knowing full well that he was.
Rick rolled his eyes at the interruption. Michonne was tickled pink.
"Give us a minute, Jessie," Michonne, who was not ready to let Rick go quite yet, yelled back.
Jessie was not going to lose Rick to Michonne and have her life ruined, so Jessie ignored Michonne and directed her question to Rick and only Rick.
"Rick, you coming back out soon? It has been a few minutes," pled Jessie.
It was Michonne's turn to roll her eyes, much to the amusement of Rick.
"Jessie, give us a minute," Rick said harshly repeating exactly what Michonne just requested.
Jessie reluctantly moved her ear away from the door after trying but failing to hear what was happening on the other side of her barrier to Rick. Similar to Rick however, Jessie decided to take matters into her own hands and open the door to pull her man out Michonne's bedroom and back to her and that sofa. The one in her own home if she could muster it. Luckily for her, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, just like it was for Rick, the door was still unlocked. When Jessie opened the door and saw Rick holding an almost naked Michonne in his arms, she panicked and screamed his name.
"RICK!" Jessie screeched eyes wide as she stepped further inside in an attempt to pull Rick off of Michonne.
The look Michonne gave Jessie stopped the woman in her tracks. Michonne was pissed that Jessie had the nerve to barge into her private bedroom without permission and was about to curse her out thoroughly and completely before she finally remembered her attire.
"Well isn't this awkward," muttered Michonne to herself.
Michonne reached for the matching robe that was part of the set that was lain across the edge of the dresser, but Rick snatched it out of her hand and threw it on the bed instead. Rick would be damned if Michonne covered herself up in her own home, and especially in her own bedroom that he was sure was about to be THEIR room. Rick also was not done with Michonne, and he wanted Michonne to take more clothes off, not put more on.
"How are you gonna storm in here without Michonne's permission," Rick spat with his head tilted.
Michonne smirked because Rick had literally just done the exact same thing just a few minutes before Jessie.
"Rick how could you!" Cried Jessie who was now in an early state of mental breakdown.
When Rick turned to fully face her, Jessie could not help noticing his huge bulge and was stunned stupid. Jessie had yet to meet that appendage as it never made itself known in her presence, not even one single tingle much less the full fledge salute Jessie was observing now that was evidently caused by the purple pantied person Rick was holding in his arms. Jessie licked her lips temporarily forgetting her unfortunate circumstance, but Michonne made sure to help the blond remember.
"That's not for you dear," claimed Michonne snapping Jessie out of her creepy awkward stupor.
Jessie cleared her throat and was humiliated when she noticed Rick blanch as if he was giving her a big ole nonverbal "YUCK."
Michonne, finished with seeing Jessie's plain, sad face and done hearing her desperate shrieking voice, attempted to slide into her bathroom to give Rick some privacy to get rid of the bothersome blond, and to also finally cover up. Rick however grabbed Michonne's hips from behind him and held her steady and even closer to his body than she was before with no indication of letting her go any time soon. Jessie took notice. After a very long few seconds of weird silence and awkward stares, Rick took charge of Jessie's attempted removal from their home and hopefully their lives.
"Jessie, I am sorry, but I have been trying to hint that I was not interested in you for a while now when I should have just been direct. I should have told you sooner, but with everythang that happened, I didn't want to send you over the edge, but I don't like you in that way Jessie. I like her," Rick acknowledged by pointing his chin at Michonne, "No, I actually love her, and I need for you to just stop so that you and I can both move on."
Michonne smiled from ear to ear when he heard Rick's declaration of love. She almost forgot that Jessie was standing there as she stared at Rick, but Jessie was not going to let either of them forget.
"MOVE ON! YOU KISSED ME THEN KILLED MY HUSBAND TO BE WITH ME RICK!" Jessie screamed and Rick winced and Michonne blanched and tried to escape Rick's grasp.
That was a memory that Michonne did not want to revisit. Rick felt Michonne tense up at the comment and he would be damned if he lost the momentum of what had just started, so he grabbed Michonne's hand and squeezed it tight and refused to let her leave. Michonne took a breath and standing behind Rick who was using himself to cover her body, looked over his shoulder at Jessie in a unified front. Michonne did wish however that Rick did not toss her robe across the room. She knew Rick was thinking with is lower head and not with the one that sat atop his neck when he made that rash decision. Michonne pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.
"I did not kill Pete to be with you Jessie. I admit I was attracted to what you represented when I first got here, but that faded fast, and I was also out of my mind and not thinking straight. BUT I DID NOT KILL PETE TO BE WITH YOU. I killed him because he murdered Reg and Deanna gave the order to put him down. It had nothing to do with you. And also because Pete was a dick," Rick finished.
"Rick, no!" Gasped Michonne trying not to chuckle at his uncomfortable comment, 'too soon Rick, the man just died."
"YOU MEAN JUST MURDERED," screamed Jessie.
"Six of one half a dozen of another," shrugged Michonne.
That comment sent Jessie into an internal rage.
"And that kiss was just a peck on the cheek Jessie that meant nothing, and after I killed your husband, I thought that would put an end to your fantasy about us, but it only intensified which is disturbing quite frankly," continued Rick in a nonchalant tone.
Michonne half winced half chuckled because it was unbelievable how Rick did not fathom just how much he was making the already awkward and tense situation even more so. And he was also making Jessie even angrier. Rick's comment caused Jessie's internal rage turn into a wild fury. Michonne just shook her head at the cluelessness of her brand-new boyfriend as she continued to watch Jessie closely. Michonne noticed she was dangerously close to snapping.
"FANTASY! RICK! YOU AND I ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER, CAN'T YOU SEE THAT? MICHONNE IS NOT FOR YOU! LOOK AT HER AND LOOK AT ME!" Screeched Jessie taking a few steps towards Rick.
"I did and trust me, it ain't no competition between you and her," Rick laughed at her ludicrous comment.
"Ok, good," Jessie breath a sigh of relief that was full of complete and total misunderstanding.
"Uh, no Jessie, I meant Michonne is much better than you. I thought that was obvious," clarified Rick as he watched Jessie's face drop in sorrow then twist in anger.
Michonne took a deep breath wishing she were fully dressed in her usual tight pants, tank top, vest, and katana, which was between her bed and nightstand, right next to her robe. She mostly wished she were still not standing uncomfortably in front of the recent widow in her pretty panties. Michonne was gonna kick Rick's ass after this was all over. He had the worst timing. Michonne narrowed her eyes at the back of Rick's head for putting her in this distressing and humiliating situation. Rick somehow sensed her irritation when the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight on end. Rick was already thinking of ways to make it up to his new woman.
"You are not for me Jessie, Michonne is, please leave," requested Rick for a second time but to no avail.
Jessie finally eyed Michonne and she saw the rage sparking from the blond woman's eyes. Michonne quicky removed her hand from Rick's, despite the fact that he wanted to continue keeping a firm grip, but she needed to prepare for what was about to happen. Michonne was wondering if Jessie was just enough stupid to try and take her on.
Jessie took a quick step towards Michonne and then that one smart gene Jessie had left in her brain kicked in at the last minute and instead, Jessie turned to Rick and slapped the piss out of him instead. It left a red mark on his face and him very dazed. Michonne narrowed her eyes and Jessie widened hers when she saw the wrath etched on Michonne's face.
Michonne saw red. The queen of always having her shit in stock and on lock found her stock depleting and that lock cracked. Michonne's rational side got knocked the fuck out with doozy of a one-two combo it did not see coming by her irrational and much more aggressive persona. Rational Michonne was lying near death in a metaphorical coma, while her opposite feverishly ran free.
Michonne was currently heavily entombed in a Crazed Rick Grimes breakdown moment. She was not seeing reason, not thinking straight, not relying on her well-known and superior logic, her exceptional sensibility, and her undeniably unruffled personality. All of Michonne's mental fogginess, aggressive and blinding rage, and complete lack of awareness was the reason why, in only her panties and a very revealing teddy top, she grabbed Jessie by the hair, with no shyness or modesty, and pulled Jessie back towards her like a rag doll. Jessie yelped and began to beg Rick for help, but Michonne jerked her head hard and up, so they were face-to-face.
"After being a victim of domestic abuse, one would think that you would know to keep your hands to yourself!" Michonne gritted through her teeth, "Now you are gonna be the victim of a good ole fashioned ass whopppin'."
Still dazed from the slap, Rick watched Michonne, still in her crazed state and in what to him seemed like slow motion, dog walk Jessie from their bedroom, down the hallway, past the kitchen, through the living room, out the front door, across the porch, down the steps, and finally, forcibly depositing Jessie in a pile of dust and dirt in the front yard.
When Michonne's reflects back on this moment in later days, when her mental faculties returned back to normal, she will never be able to pinpoint exactly which event led her to stand half naked in the middle of the street, manically making threats to the blond whose ass she just whopped in all her exhibitionist glory. Michonne would have never thought she would ever make a damn scene in the middle of the street like her new boyfriend did those weeks ago. Michonne will appallingly ask herself later as she sits alone ponding her asinine antics, 'Was it the panties? Did those panties have my mind in a damn state of insanity where I forgot who and where I was? Was it Rick and his sudden onslaught of sexy talk and touches that had me doing cartwheels of lust and backbends of nonsense? Was it Jessie Anderson simply being in my home or the dumb blond slapping my man silly that had me outside hollering nearly naked?' Michonne will breathe out in frustration each time she thinks about it and never really have a valid answer to her question. She also wondered why Rick did not hit her over the head and take her back inside the house like she did for him. Damn him.
Back in the moment of her indecipherable haze, Michonne stood on the front lawn angry and clouded, too blinded by pride and extreme insanity to remember she was clad only in her new, very revealing panty set outside of her home, for any Alexandrian to see, as she glared at the stupid woman laid out on the grass in warning.
"You lay a hand on Rick again, you touch, talk, or look funny at anybody in my family again, I will make it real hard for you to do any of those things when I slice your hands clean off your wrists, remove your tongue clean out your mouth, and clear your sockets clean of your eyeballs, AM I CLEAR?" Finished Michonne.
A frightened Jessie Anderson nodded.
"USE YOUR WORDS!" Michonne hollered.
"Y-Yes," stuttered a frightened Jessie.
"Good," responded Michonne as she stood with her hands on her hips.
Darryl was sitting on the front porch with his jaw hanging slack. You could tell it was not because of the harsh dragging Jessie just experienced, but rather the state of Michonne because of the drool that was hanging from his chin. Rick saw his brother's inappropriate reaction to his new woman and clenched his jaw.
"Close your eyes Darryl," demanded Rick with his head tilted, eyes squinted and hands on his colt.
Darryl did as he was told, but the memory was already seared into his brain, and also, he was still peeking through the slits of his eyes.
"Damn Michonne, that set is fucking fire on you!" Yelled a laughing Rosita who witnessed the whole drama but needed to comment on Michonne's panties. "Did I get that same set?" Rosita asked herself to try to remember what was in her bag.
Rosita thought to make sure when she got home to check the bags and make sure she did not give it away to Maggie or Sasha.
Rosita's compliment snapped Michonne into remembering she was standing outside the front of her home in very risqué lingerie. She tried to cover up and ran behind the tree in her yard and cursed Rick again for not letting her at least put on her robe. Rick cursed himself for it too as he stepped down the porch and rushed to Michonne to try and help the tree cover his new girlfriend. Once in place, Rick got so turned on by what Michonne was wearing and the way she handled Jessie and the physical closeness that they established that he forgot where he was. He blocked out that they were outside with an audience because all he could see was Michonne. Rick was blind to everything and everyone else. Like he was in a trance, mind blank to everything but her. In his state riddled with a false sense of privacy, Rick unwisely decided to pick that very inopportune and discomforting moment to go in for a kiss. Between Michonne being in her panties, the small crowd of four that gathered, plus a few peeking out their windows, and Jessie on her ass watching, it made for a very uneasy and unromantic moment. Especially for their official first kiss.
Without thinking it though and instead of immediately rushing Michonne back inside the house, Rick turned her to face him, closed his eyes and pursed his lips and went in for a kiss. Michonne dodged it and there was a hush that slivered across the few people who witnessed the tomfoolery. Some held their breath to keep from laughing, and some could not help from uttering quiet "OH NO'S." Rick opened his eyes to make sure he was properly aligned with Michonne's face since he seemed to completely miss it the first time. Rick closed his baby blues again and went in for another clumsy smooch. Michonne dodged that also stunned that Rick was trying to make out under the very revealing circumstances that she currently found herself a part of. Rick heard a few nervous chuckles from the residents and his family. The onlookers wanted to outright laugh but did not want to risk The Rick Rage. A few of the witnesses to the Awkward Olympics raised their brows and chuckled none-the-less at Ricks shenanigans, but it was Jessie that got Rick's attention and brought him back out of his false sense of privacy.
"KEEP DODGING BITCH!" Yelled a suddenly courageous Jessie still sat on the ground.
Michonne stepped from in between Rick and the tree and exposed her teddy again to the few people lucky enough to be in the area at the time, but she could care less at that point. Hell they already saw what they saw, and it would be worth it to shut the blond up. Michonne kicked dirt towards the blond and told her to shut her mouth, which was at that point impossible as Jessie was choking and gaging from the dirt and dust in her throat.
Rick was even more turned on at Michonne's exhibition. Her panty clad ass and the dirt kicking, the forcefulness of her threat, it all wound him up and drove Rick crazy. He pulled Michonne in front of him with his back to the people.
"Rick STOP, I am outside in my panties, take me inside!" Demanded Michonne.
Rick snapped out of his stupor and with his body blocking hers, he picked her up easily and inched towards the porch steps all while still trying to give her a kiss. Michonne laughed at Rick's impatience and wanted to put an end to the embarrassment and figured giving him a quick peck would move the process along. She pecked his lips quicky then pursed her lips and shook her head as she tried to measure the distance to her front door. Rick stopped and grinned despite the kiss being a pitiful and embarrassing response to his bungling smooching efforts.
"I can give you a better kiss than that! How humiliating for you Rick! Yelled Spencer who was enjoying the panty show immensely.
It took everything in Rick's power not to step away and fully revealing Michonne just to punch Spencer in the throat.
"Your timing is impeccable Grimes, good job on making us all uncomfortable!" Laughed Rosita and Rick narrowed his eyes at her in warning.
"Leave it to Rick to make their first kiss sad and awkward," laughed Darryl who was bent over in stitches.
"SHUT IT DARRYL!" hollered Rick.
Rick looked back at Michonne as they resumed inching their way up the porch steps and she snorted at Darryl's comment, then a fit of giggles overtook her. Rick cut his eyes at Michonne, and once they finally made it to the front door and inside the house, Rick promptly shut the door and locked it. Rick decided to go in for another kiss right then and there, a better one than that mess he tried outside in front of God and several Alexandrians and family members. Michonne licked her lips and Rick licked his and as their lips touched, they both heard footsteps descending the stairs. Michonne pushed Rick back violently away from her before she pulled his shirt and brought him back crashing into her giving Rick whiplash. Michonne was still in her underwear and needed coverage from whom she knew was Carl coming down the steps. Michonne swore that she would burn that bag of lingerie as soon as she could get back to her room and get dressed properly.
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON MOM!" Yelled Carl who ran back up the steps closing his eyes tight trying to scrub the horrible image out his brain.
Michonne wished she were dressed because she wanted to run and give her son a hug. That was the first time Carl called her mom. And she was in her panties when he did it which made her even more upset with Rick. Michonne pushed Rick and gave him a rough slap on his arm for ruining her and Carl's moment. Rick did not care. He wanted to get back to that kiss and other stuff and thangs. He needed to put the whole awkward incident behind him, from Michonne walking into the house seeing Jessie, to him trying to smooch her while carrying her into the house in her panties, to their son catching his mother nearly naked in his arms. Rick needed a reset.
"Come on," smiled Rick as he led her back to her and HIS master suite, "I know I fucked up our first kiss out there and probably caused much embarrassment and humiliation, but what do you say we get these panties off and make our second kiss much more passionate."
Rick's eyes shown with lust, adoration, and love and Michonne smiled and could only nod her head in agreement as they entered their new shared master bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. Rick was ready to get everything back to right and leaned in another kiss but the knock on the door made his frustration level hit the roof.
"UHHH what are you two doing in there? Did you forget you had kids in the house?" Asked a critical Carl who continued to bang on the door.
Carl, bouncing Judith on his hip, and waiting for either parent to open the door, grinned. He was ecstatic that his father, after all the craziness that went on inside the gates of Alexandria, was finally righting his wrongs and setting the Grimes family back on the proper road that, him, his dad, his sister, and his mother were always meant to travel. But Carl wanted a little revenge too, and kept banging on the door as he listened to his father beg is his mother to ignore him.