A/N: No excuses this time. Just life. Thanks for the reviews, Tumblr notes, and motivation to even keep going. In these pandemic times it's rough to find the motivation but I promise I won't abandon this story. Actually getting to complete this chapter today gave me just the pick me up I needed. I'm a little rusty but I hope it was worth the wait. And I hope you guys are all during well during this crazy time!
Now on to Rick and his doctor's excuse to bone :)
"Wait, wait." Michonne stopped him right before they walked into the bedroom door. His fingers slipped out of her, the sounds of her wetness echoing through the tiny hallway as she backed him up to the kitchen. The drunken haze caused her footsteps to falter but she managed to regain her balance and smoothed out the crumpled note. "You're distracting me and I need to focus."
Swaying side to side in anticipation with a lascivious grin, Rick perused her from the tip of her red painted toes to the sliver of skin that peeked between her shoulder and neck. "Ok counselor. Have it your way." He threw up his hands, the exaggerated movement bringing attention to the part of him that she had been waiting for her all night. When she bit her lip and cleared her throat, he knew he was having the desired effect even though the stickiness on his fingers already proved that.
Refusing to be deterred, she went back to the letter. Instantly, she wanted to curse doctors for their terrible handwriting. All the letters were weaving together. Siddiq seemed too nice and put together of a guy to have chicken scratch for handwriting. A few of the words she could make out, 25 lbs. which she assumed was a lifting restriction and some other medical terms. Truthfully, she knew that Rick wouldn't be so confident about presenting her evidence if he couldn't have sex, but she needed to calm herself. The second he touched her she felt like she was going to come. Everything tonight seemed more intense. Yes, it had been a few weeks. It would be the first time since he had been shot. It would be the first time since she realized she couldn't live without him and how close she came to losing him. It would be the first time since they fell into an easy domesticity despite his annoying ex-wife and the looming court case that she woke up one morning and realized that she could do this forever. Wanted to do this forever. As hard as this all was for Michonne the overachiever and over thinker, this was pretty easy for Michonne the lover and friend. To fall in love and stay in love with Rick Grimes.
His hands curled around her waist startling her from her racing thoughts. "I have the typed version in that folder over there if you need me to get them, otherwise," he placed a kiss under her ear pointing to the plain white letter size envelope in the far corner of the island. She reached for it the same time as him, his hand closing around hers. "I'll grab that. You only need this." He said pulling out the one piece of paper on the top that was complete with an x-ray and closing the envelope back.
"Why are you hiding the rest Detective Grimes? Afraid to show me you and Shane's rough drafts?"
He chuckled; the sounds muffled against her skin. "Nope that's for later."
All thoughts of the envelope faded when he started to unzip her skirt. "What are you doing?"
Ignoring her, he kept going. Her skirt hitting the floor. The cool breeze created goosebumps on her flesh radiating straight to her core making the lace uncomfortable and she wiggled while going back to reading the note.
Undeterred, Rick worked on the buttons of her shirt ignoring her silent pleas to divest her of her soaked panties. One of the buttons skimmed her belly button and she sucked in a breath as she read through the x-rays and was pleased to see that he would make a full recovery but would have physical therapy for the next 3 months in order to regain 85% mobility of his shoulder. "What this about 85%?"
"It's nothing." His hand skimmed the underside of her heavy breasts as he made easy work of her other buttons.
"Nothing, why not full mobility It says full recovery but why not full mobility?" This wasn't exactly the sexiest topic considering his hands were all over her. Her mind and body were at war and he did a great job of distracting her. It never crossed her mind that he wouldn't beat this. So far, they managed to treat his gunshot wound as an unfortunate accident where they'd gotten lucky. "Do you think— "
"Not. Right. Now." He took the note from her hand and dropped her blouse to the ground. She was a vision, her breasts heaving out of her bra. Not wanting to lose the moment, he began to stroke himself and her breath hitched. "Okay new idea. Since you won't stop that overactive mind of yours from thinking, let me put your mind at ease.
Michonne stayed quiet watching him cautiously. "Hmmm. What do you have in mind?"
"You have to do what I say. Ok?"
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his hands stroking his length. That was definitely the way to keep her quiet.
"Good girl." Just to make sure that pretty mind of hers didn't wander any more he had to up the ante, so he dropped his boxer briefs letting himself free for her to see. His cock was long, pink and ready. "Now I want you to take off your bra."
"Rick— "She was so turned on, but the doctor's note lingered in her head.
"Your bra Michonne." His voice was just the right hint of deep yet demanding that turned her on and she complied.
"Good. You know that I've never neglected the gym," he offered changing the subject so abruptly that it threw her off guard for a moment. "I've always taken care of myself. What you read was the medical jargon. But Siddiq thinks with my workouts, the way I take care of myself in general and good health before that, I'll be more than fine to be 100%. Plus, that 85% is still good enough for me to shoot with and get back on the force."
"But— "
"Now your panties. And then I want you to turn around, bend over and grab the end of the island." Her breath hitched.
The corner of his lip raised watching her battle with submission. Enough of the medical shit. His shoulder would be fine, at least fine enough for him to move on to the next phase of his career. But for now, his focus was on the woman in front of him and the life they would build together.
Michonne hesitated but was ultimately spurred by his heated gaze. Vaguely she registered the vibration of her phone against the wood floors but couldn't break his stare. Her breasts were heavy, almost pulling her down to bend over as he commanded. Two short steps and she gasped when her rock hard nipples grazed the cold surface.
When she moved to adjust herself, Rick was already behind her. "Shhh relax."
Gripping her hands tight on the edge of the counter, she pushed all other thoughts from her mind. Negan, Lori, injured shoulders, internal affairs. All that mattered was the man she loved and the throbbing between her legs. The smell of her arousal permeated the air. She was taken off guard when instead of his dick she felt his tongue instead. Rick went to work on her from behind, licking her full slit before sucking on her clit. She cried out, and he locked down keeping her close. Her vision went blurry screaming in ecstasy as he swallowed everything she gave him. This is what she needed. What she craved. When he added his fingers curling against the spot that made her weak, her knees buckled. Before she could hit the ground, Rick held her steady and wasted no time putting his hand on the small of her back slipped into her. He started off slow, with long deep strokes and then he slammed into her.
Michonne's eyes rolled back in her head as each thrust hit her exactly where she needed it. Her plush ass slapped against his skin, his hand on her back moved up to her shoulder to guide her on his dick just the way he wanted her. Each stroke was long, perfect and measured as she climbed higher and higher.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice strained. He showered her with other sentiments but the buzzing in her ears drowned it out. There was nothing but sensation and the burning in her belly intensifying.
"Fuuuu—-" Her scream was muffled by the counter. As soon as she began to come down, Rick's incessant strokes made her ascend again. Her hands slipped from the edge of the counter stopping his rhythm.
"I guess we will have to improvise. Hands behind your back."
Mustering up her last bit of energy she complied. The switch should've put Rick in control, but it was just the opposite. Michonne widened her stance and pushed her ass against him, twisting and milking the last bit of control from him.
"Fuck baby," he grunted.
She looked behind her, satisfied to see his face twisted up in pleasure as he came inside her the same time she collapsed on the counter from exertion.
After Round 2 in the actual bed, they laid on their sides facing each other in a post coital haze. Rick caressed her shoulder, the sweat from their session making her body glisten in the dark room. "Was it worth the wait?"
She smiled lazily. "I think that's an understatement. I never knew you had a dominant side Grimes."
He leaned in to kiss her shoulder. "I like to keep you on your toes. Literally."
"Well you certainly did that. I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while. I'll need you to carry me to the shower."
He tsked. "No can do. Can't lift more than 25 lbs. remember? And no offense but I'm sure you're more than 25 lbs."
"Just a little bit more."
"Hmm," he reached around to squeeze his favorite part of her body. "I'm sure this ass alone is— "
She popped his hand and he laughed. "Are you trying to get your other shoulder injured?"
"Not at all. Give me another 15 minutes and I'm going to try and get laid again," he said winking at her.
"Again?!" She was exhausted at the thought and flung herself on her back, revealing her breasts which didn't do much to help her cause.
"Now. It's down to 10 minutes."
"You're a fiend. You better slow down cowboy. Don't you have work in the morning?"
Rick shrugged and blew off the question. "It will be fine."
"You can't be slacking on the job. Hershel will expect you to be bright eyed and bushy tailed."
Rick shifted to his back staring at the ceiling. When he first moved there the tiny cracks and mismatched splotches of paint would keep him company when he couldn't sleep at night. A new place he suddenly had to call home. A place that was separate from his kids. One day he'd eased into it in the midst of the late-night cases, tense exchanges with Lori over custody and... her. "Y'know I've been thinkin'"
Michonne smiled, scooting closer to him and placing her chin on his chest. The thickness of his accent that happened when he was really tired or aroused amused her so much that she didn't notice he changed the subject. "What's that?"
"Might be time for a new place."
"Why? You like this place. Said it was your first real bachelor pad. And now that we've christened that kitchen island.."
"Hmmm", he moaned and kissed her on the forehead. "Can't believe it took me so long. But still feels like I've overgrown this place. Feels like it's time to move on."
The comfortable silence sat between them as Rick figured out how he wanted to approach the subject. Communication was the demise of his last marriage and there was no room for error with Michonne, so he just went for it. Pulling her arm to him, he began rubbing her ring finger. "This place doesn't work anymore because I don't consider myself a bachelor. At least not for too much longer."
She stopped breathing. She actually stopped breathing. If he wasn't sure that she was completely in love with him, the reaction would've been akin to rejection and would've stung. Instead, he started laughing. "Are you ok?" She was painfully still. "Michonne? If you don't take a breath soon, I'm going to have to do mouth to mouth and you and I both know what that will probably lead to."
The slap hit him across the chest before he saw it coming. "Ow!"
"Be serious for once!"
"I am being serious, and you need to be careful. I'm injured," he said rubbing at the spot where she hit him.
"Oh, now you're injured. You surely weren't that hurt when you had me bent over a few minutes ago, were you?"
"And I won't be when I have you that way again."
Michonne tried to inch away from him but he pulled her closer and she felt the beginning effects of his erection. "You keep it up and you won't anytime—-." The words barely left her lips before they both started laughing. "Ugh can you at least act like I'm going to hold out."
"No."
She rolled her eyes and resigned herself to her fate. From panicking to him caressing her ring finger alluding to marriage to busting a gut laughing seconds later. This was their relationship. This is what made their friendship work and their relationship even better. The nights when the demons of the courtroom kept her awake it was Rick that she turned to but seeing where they ended up still led to some sense of guilt.
"Get out of your head Michonne."
She sighed both annoyed and relieved that he knew her so well.
"Just tell me what you're thinking. Or do you want me to tell you?"
She chortled. "Oh, this should be interesting. You're going to shrink me."
He kissed her forehead again and pulled her hand to his mouth kissing her knuckles. This time he avoided her ring finger. "I know this all makes you nervous. You think it's fast. But truth is this thang has been a long time coming but that makes you nervous too because you feel guilty. You think you're the reason my marriage ended. I don't think there's nothin' I can say that will ever get that outta your mind. I can only say a marriage is between two people. Me and Lori. We were the reason it ended. Not anyone else. And I'm going to keep repeating that until you finally get it. Ok?"
Michonne exhaled. What he said made sense. She'd heard it and thought it a thousand times. People would talk but it was what it was. There was never a way to stop that. At the end of the day they had bigger hurdles to worry about than office gossip. There was still the matter of moving on with Lori in the picture—-
"Can I make a confession?" he asked.
His voice was a whisper and didn't hold the same confidence as his statement before. She leaned up to face him and despite the darkness of the room, she could make out the deep lines and concern in his blue eyes vividly. "Of course."
He turned away, looking at the ceiling when he said, "I'm worried that my life is too much baggage for you."
"Your life?"
"I mean the kids. Well don't get me wrong I know you love Judith and Carl but it's dealing with their mother long term that's the baggage. Carl is older bur Judith is just a toddler. Lori's not going anywhere and she's their mother. She's going to be in their lives. Our lives. And the way she acts it's just— ", he closed his eyes, jaw tensed. "A problem."
Oh Mr. Mind Reader, she thought to herself. He definitely hit that one on the head. The kids needed their mother, but life was much easier for her when she didn't have to deal with Lori Grimes on a daily basis. The lack of trust in her was obvious especially since she had Glenn tailing her at this very moment. Maybe it would amount to something. Maybe it wouldn't. Either way she probably needed to tell Rick. "Speaking of— "
"Hold on," he cut her off needing to finish his thought. "I just need to say this. I want you to know I'll do a better job." He was almost panicked. "I'll make sure to keep her in line."
"Rick you can't control her."
He sighed in defeat. No, he couldn't. The more he tried the more she acted out. And now he was thinking about marriage. Moving. Essentially changing all of their lives. With the way Lori was acting, this would only set her off more. "Yeah but I can help her see her behavior isn't helping. I can do...something."
"She's a grown woman. She feels how she feels."
Rick let the simple statement marinate a minute trying not to let the sting of his ex- wife's feelings dictate how he would handle his future. If she didn't calm herself, he would have to pump the brakes. There would already be some changes soon enough. "Yeah. You're right. That doesn't mean that I don't want to move forward with this," he said gesturing between them.
She placed her hand over this. "I know that. But maybe we just need to slow down on this," she said rubbing her ring finger mimicking his gesture.
His shoulders slumped; his disappointment evident. His fingers traced hers. The promise of what he wanted having to be put on hold just to pacify Lori just didn't sit right with him. "Do you ever feel like it's too much? My baggage."
Michonne wanted to face him so she turned around putting her feet close to his head and her head near his thighs. Once she was situated, he kissed her calf and leaned on her legs while she leaned on his. This way she could look directly into his eyes but not be too far from him. "Baggage? I knew you had kids before we started this. And like you said I love Judy and Carl."
"I know but it's different when it's as a friend. Coming into this as...more. Changing our lives, you're coming from a single life into all of," he waved his hand around the room, "this."
She smirked and kissed his thigh. "We all have our baggage Rick. No, I don't have an ex-wife and two kids, but I'm closed off and I have a protective family and a demanding career. And maybe just a little bit stubborn."
He smirked and lifted his eyebrow. "A little bit?"
"Don't push it Grimes."
Chuckling, he considered her words. Yeah, they both had faults but hers didn't seem to compare to the 747 of baggage he felt he was carrying. He could only hope that the olive branch he had in mind would help. "Okay. I hear you. You just tell me if it's too much or if there's something I can do."
Michonne was pensive. There was something. "There is one thing. "
Reading her tense body language, he sat up against the headboard and took her hand. "What is it? You can tell me. "
It was between slowing down the relationship and the whole Glenn following Lori thing. She went with the lesser of two evils. As of right now she didn't know if Glenn had even found anything. "Well, I did a thing."
He moaned and kissed her instep. "I'd say you just did quite a few thangs."
She kicked him and moved her foot away. "Focus."
"Ok. Sorry. What is it?"
Talking about issues with Lori while she was laying naked with remnants of him all over her and inside her was not ideal, but this was their life and she didn't want to keep secrets from him. "I had Glenn follow Lori."
Rick went still, his expression neutral. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and looked down attempting to quell any anger. "Okkkkkk." And so, she started talking. Fast.
"After our conversation about Negan there was something you said that got my attention. About how she acted weird when you mentioned him." Rick's face popped up. Truth was he noticed it too but because he was focused on her ambush and attitude with Michonne he looked past it. "And then I was talking to Maggie."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh god." Maggie was butting her nose in at all the wrong times, but she could've been a detective on the squad for all the snooping she did and most times she was right. A quality she no doubt inherited from her father. "So, Maggie convinced you to have Glenn follow Lori?"
"Well it wasn't all her. It was just something I felt like I needed to do."
"And?"
"And I came here, and someone ravished me as soon as I came in the door. I don't know if he found out anything. Shit I think my phone is still by the front door," she said making no move to go and get it.
Rick laid back cuddling more into her legs. He wanted to know more but wanted to stay right where he was. The constant push and pull of his wants and needs. The outside world and being cocooned in their little escape. At some point they would have to face it all. "I'll go get your phone."
"I appreciate that. I have to go use the bathroom anyway. Meet you back in here?"
He slapped her on the ass when she stumbled out of bed. "You bet your pretty ass you will."
She laughed to herself and closed the door quickly washing up and stretching out her limbs. Despite it all she was happy. Lori, Rick's shoulder and the rest be damned. There was nothing that her and Rick couldn't get past. When she emerged from the bathroom, she heard muted voices and Rick quickly stopping her in her tracks.
"Michonne make sure you're decent before you come out here."
She took a quick look at him and saw he was anything but in his boxer briefs and frail attempt to cover himself with her discarded shirt from the floor. As she turned to enter his room to grab something to throw on, she heard him say to someone "stay out here and give us a minute."
Rick came shuffling in the room a few moments later.
"What's going on? Who is that?"
"Turns out we didn't have to wait for Glenn after all. That's him and Lori at the door."