A/N***~~ Guys, I can't lie this Beyonce album has me in a chokehold *sweating* I've never been a part of the Beehive but I think I might be now lol I was listening to the smooth transitions between Church Girl, Plastic off the Sofa and Virgo's Groove and inspiration struck. I've seen and read other authors stories were they said a song was its muse and its finally happened for me! I paused writing my other fic so I could get this idea together before it slipped away lol This will be a three part Richonne story based off each song. I recommend listening to the songs to get the vibe I'm going for, if you like. Tell me what you think will come next to correspond with the other two songs. I hope you like this. Thanks as always and We Kept Richonne Alive yall!
Church Girl
"I'll be at your place tonight and we can uber there together."
"Sash, I think I may just stay in."
"Oh hell no! You are not starting that shit this weekend."
Michonne exhaled, dropping her cellphone on the soft sheets of her bed before pressing the speaker button.
"Michonne!"
"I'm here!" she flopped on the mattress in exasperation.
"You have done this the last hundred times we were supposed to hangout."
"Hundred times is a bit of a stretch. Don't you think?"
"No. Can you even remember the last time we went to a club?"
"Uh-" Michonne went to respond but what she was coming up with couldn't be correct. Had it been that long?
"Exactly!" Sasha huffed.
"I've needed time to establish myself at the firm. Plus, I have church tomorrow."
"And in your final years in college it was, 'I need to study to be ready to compete on a level high enough to get hired at a good firm'."
Michonne glared at her phone even though her best friend Sasha couldn't see her. "I was right."
"And you've done it. But Mich, what about fun? Letting loose every now and then is therapeutic. With all the hours you put in at work it's a wonder you make it to church with your family nearly every weekend."
"I know." she sighed.
"You've done everything your parents asked of you. Now, it's time to think about what you want." Michonne contemplated that. "And you've been telling me how you are stressed and exhausted lately."
"That's exactly why I'm going to stay in this bed and rest tonight."
"Oh no, there are other ways to release that tension. Don't you miss getting out on the dancefloor? Letting the rhythm and beats overtake you. Your body moving in ways that would make the congregation blush. Where's my best friend that used to shut parties down? That all the guys on campus wanted to date."
"Some of the girls too." Michonne added and they both giggled thinking of all her admirers.
"See yes, I need that Michonne to come back out for just one night. That's all I'm asking for. I miss you."
From the ending tone of Sasha's voice, Michonne knew she was putting on her pouty yet sad puppy dog face. She had to admit it made her a bit blue also.
"I miss you too." Michonne exhaled. "Okay, fine."
"Yes?" she could hear the excitement on the tip of her friend's tongue.
"Just for one night."
Sasha screamed for joy and Michonne laughed. The anticipation quickly building in her as she was surprisingly looking forward to this now. One night shutting down some club wouldn't hurt. She'd be right back to her structured life on Monday.
Michonne tugged at her outfit while the uber driver whizzed them towards their destination. Sasha rolled her eyes and swatted at her hand.
"Oww..."
"Stop you're going to stretch it all out."
"What was I thinking putting this on?"
"I was thinking Michonne hasn't been out in a thousand-"
"A thousand?" Michonne rolled her eyes at Sasha's dramatics.
"Yes, a thousand years. And I know she doesn't have any club clothes. I'm glad I brought over options because, a button up shirt, slacks and flats?"
Sasha looked appalled when Michonne opened the door saying she was ready to go. Michonne had to admit she was a little out of touch with the current club attire. But some of the outfits Sasha offered shouldn't even be considered clothing. She held pieces up that one couldn't tell where your modesty would fit. Strings, holes, nets filled already skimpy pieces of material. Her friend had lost her mind if she thought she'd be wearing any of that.
A duffle bag full was tossed on her bed while Sasha held up offerings that she shot down one by one.
"Okay, okay. I realize maybe… I went too far."
"You think?"
"You have an amazing shape and we want to show it off but also-"
"Cover it up."
"No, I wasn't gonna say that." Sasha scrunched her face up. "Allow you the ability to move. Remember tonight isn't about anyone else. It's about you letting loose."
Michonne nodded in agreement. Then she saw the lightbulb go off in her besties head before she scrambled to her closet and rummaged around. She pulled out a pair of colorful stiletto heels with a thin ankle strap Michonne hadn't worn in years.
As the car pulled up to the club a line had already formed full of people clamoring to get access. Through the vehicle window, they could see their friends had already arrived and waited on the sidewalk for them. Rosita, Andrea and Karen were all dressed in varying degrees of sultry with exposed cleavage, legs and bellies. Makeup and hair done to the nines, accessories and heels on point. Michonne suddenly didn't feel as self-conscious.
The girls thanked their driver, him stopping on the corner to let them out due to traffic. Michonne opened her door and stepped one heeled foot out then the other. Her long legs now exposed so anyone could see they went all the way up. Black flouncy short shorts with just enough stretch was what Sasha convinced her would not only accentuate her legs, but allow her to move. She also gave her some lotion with a bit of shimmer in it so her skin sparkled now in the neon lights of the club's signage.
On top she wore a black faux wrap crop top with short sleeves. A plunge pushup bra had her breasts standing at attention. Michonne had weaved her freshly twisted locs to the side into a low chignon. She only applied a bit of highlighter, mascara and of course lip gloss for her heart shaped lips. Her 'M' necklace, a gold bracelet and diamond stud earrings rounded out her ensemble. Sasha informed her she would carry the clutch with their ids, money, phones and mini toiletries. She wanted Michonne to be unencumbered tonight.
Once their friends spotted them, they screamed before carefully running to the pair. They took turns embracing, happy this night was finally happening.
"I can't believe you got Michonne out the house." Andrea joked.
"You don't know how much work it was." Sasha blew out a breath exhaustedly and pretended to wipe sweat from her brow.
"Whatever! You all look amazing." Michonne said, rolling her eyes as she complimented her friends.
"No, mamacita you are putting us all to shame with those piernas." Rosita approved and they all grinned and nodded in agreement.
Michonne blushed and waved them off. "I'm scared a gust of wind will have my ass cheeks hanging out."
They all giggled when her hands moved to make sure the material was indeed in place.
"Is Tyreese here tonight? We didn't see him working the door." Karen wondered.
"I just texted him and told him we were pulling up. He should be at the door any minute." Sasha responded.
"Good, I don't know how much longer I will last in these heels." the women snickered at Karen, she was always the first to complain about her feet hurting.
"Me either, you know I have my roll up flats in this bag." Sasha added. "But let's walk over to the door."
The group of friends stopped center of the entrance but away from the stanchions, catching lust-filled looks from waiting partygoers. They just giggled and waited for Tyreese, Sasha's older brother who worked security, to retrieve them. The bass of the music thumped out of the doors whenever they opened to let someone in. The muffled sounds leap at Michonne and she could feel her body reviving. Her hips automatically swayed gently to the rhythm. Tempo by tempo, she was being reminded of how much she used to enjoy this absorbing energy. Her girls chatted and did their own small movements, all excited to hit the dancefloor themselves.
A hit song began to play and the people on line started to sing along, prompting more bodies to catch the beat. Michonne sang with Rosita and Sasha, all while swinging their heads to emphasize their favorite parts. On one particular swing, Michonne caught a set of eyes watching her from the queue.
Even with the distance, she could see that they were the coolest blue. Though it would sound cliche, she felt a spark run through her as he stared into her brown eyes. Her stomach fluttered when the man bashfully smiled at her. She found herself smiling back, not even singing the song anymore.
"There's Ty, let's go."
Michonne reluctantly looked away from the entrancing stranger. She followed her friends inside, stopping to hug Ty who had been like a brother to her. He gave them wristbands and took them over to a reserved VIP booth.
"Wow, I was not expecting this!" Michonne exclaimed.
"You know I had to make sure you ladies were all taken care of." Ty smiled brightly. "I've gotta get back to work but I'll come check on y'all every so often. But text me if you need anything at all."
"Thanks Ty!" the women all shouted above the music before he left.
A large bottle of vodka sat on ice with carafes of orange and cranberry juice for chasers. Clear glasses were provided, as well as napkins. Andrea poured them all a glass and they sipped while sitting on the comfy leather sofas. Michonne was reconnecting with the old her that she'd pushed down for career mobility and advancement. It was back at the surface and she popped up from her seat.
She may have been all work and no play as of late, but she kept up with the latest music and dance trends. She started to dance in their small space, prompting the others to follow suit. They all pulled out moves they hadn't done in years and giggled at the memories revived. But Michonne needed more space.
"I'm gonna go out on the dancefloor." she leaned into Sasha to inform her, ignoring the happily stunned face she received.
"Michonne wants to go out there!" Sasha announced to the group and they all made the same face but Michonne just laughed.
The women took hands and made their way past the velvet rope to join the crowded dancefloor. The crowd was filled with all skill levels of dancers. Wallflowers to two steppers to twerkers. Couples grinding and groups of people hyping a battle in the center of their circles. Michonne started to dance harder with Rosita and Sasha mimicking her steps, reminding her of their days doing this in college where everyone thought they practiced routines before parties. A few songs in, Rosita had a handsome man with a ponytail as her partner. Sasha and Karen were snatched up by other men which Michonne didn't mind. She had denied several dance requests because this night was all about her.
A quick girlfriend check had Michonne turn to look for Andrea in the crowd. She was the one that would always slide off without notice, frustrating them. When she couldn't locate her, she moved a bit through the crowd until she ended up near the bar. She looked some more and was about to make her way back to her girls to get them in on the search when she felt a hand on the small of her back. It wasn't possessive but she didn't have time for a dude coming on to her right now. She turned around to let him down, but her jaw dropped before she swiftly remembered to close it.
The blue-eyed stranger stood before her, his eyes twinkling in the flashing lights. His face even more handsome up close. Dark chestnut curls laid haphazardly on his head but in the sexiest manner. A well-manicured beard and mustache framed his pink lips. And she took notice of the bottom one being fuller and downright suckable. He raised his hands in hopes that he hadn't offended her with his touch. But he contradicted that by leaning close to her ear.
"You're looking for your friend?"
His voice, the smoothest southern accent she'd ever heard. It made her instantly crave a glass of bourbon. No whiskey, definitely whiskey.
When Michonne nodded he pointed past her to a spot closer to the VIP area. Andrea danced with a man with floppy hair, big ears and nose but he was still cute somehow.
"That's my friend Shane." his breath tickled her neck, sending chills down her spine and she absently grasped his arm.
"Are you okay?" he looked down at her with concern. "Let me get you some water." he immediately got the bartenders attention and requested it.
"I'm fine, but thank you."
Michonne realized then she still held his forearm and she looked up to see the warmest smile was spreading across his perfect face. She could feel her cheeks rising and heating. She was never so thankfully for her deep complexion as she was now or her face would be scarlet. The bartender placed the bottle of water down and her knight in shining armor handed him cash. She had to regretfully remove her hand from him to take the bottle and open it. She took a swig, hoping it cooled her body in more ways than one.
"Thank you again for this."
"You're welcome."
They stood there awkwardly for a moment after Michonne took another sip of water. The man chuckled to himself, making her curious. "What's so funny?"
He smirked before he made his confession. "I've been wanting to ask you to dance but I've seen you shoot down everyone that's approached."
Her damned cheeks rose high again and she smiled coquettishly. Her eyes perused him from head to toe. His denim blue button-up shirt had the top couple buttons undone so a peak at his broad chest was displayed. Snug black jeans led down to…cowboy boots. Oh, he was definitely a country boy and she could imagine him with a Stetson chewing on a piece of wheat. He adjusted his stance under her scrutiny and she liked that he was eager to be up to snuff.
Michonne opened the bottle of water again and took another swallow that left her lips moistened. She ran her tongue slowly across it while maintaining eye contact with the cowboy. She could tell he battled with himself to not focus on her mouth. She grinned and placed the bottle on the bar then took his hand in hers. She weaved them through the herd of people until she was in eye shot of her friends. They acknowledged her return with relieved faces that quickly became staggered since she wasn't alone.
Ignoring them, she turned to face her gentleman caller, thankful the song was an upbeat R&B song. Michonne stepped closer starting to move her hips. He began a two-step and she chortled, glad he could do a basic step. She placed her hands on his shoulders and rolled her waist in a circle. His hands gripped her waist firmly while still allowing her movement. They both were hypnotized watching their bodies, both teasing the other.
Another R&B jam was being mixed in with a slightly slower tempo and his strong hands pulled her flush with him. The heat of his body and the scent of his light cologne combined to melt all her cares away. She was grinding with this stranger, his hands right at the small of her back. She squeezed her fingers into his back letting him know she wanted him closer still. The bulge in his pants was unexpectedly turning her on more. Anyone else, she would have backed away but he was doing something to her when his hands would slip to the top curve of her ass. Her nipples becoming stimulated from the rub of his chest.
"I'm Rick." she heard him mutter near her ear.
"Michonne." she tried to say but her voice trembled and his face showed confusion.
"Meshon?"
She shook her head and he leaned in so she could repeat. "Michonne."
An accidental push from passersby's forced her closer so her lips grazed his earlobe. Rick's body vibrated from the contact and a wanton desire struck Michonne. Without thinking, her tongue licked his ear then she nipped at it. She heard a hiss rise from his throat, clearly as though the blaring music faded away. The sound had her core being rushed with blood. She felt one of Rick's hands come to her jaw, he pulled away slightly so she could see the fire in his eyes. Lacking hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers, sucking at each in turn.
This was not something Michonne would ever do, but here she was making out in the middle of a club with a man she didn't know from Adam. She clutched at his shirt as their tongues sought each other out. Rick's other hand palmed her ass making her moan into his mouth. This was electrifying and her body hummed. They finally dislodged, gasping for breath but not letting the other go. When he leaned in to peck at the skin of her neck, she giggled and he joined her. They laughed some more realizing the music had completed changed to a new hit song from Beyonce.
It seemed like the whole club sang along and grooved to the latest twerk anthem. Michonne pulled away from Rick with a coy smile. She spun around and bent over, starting to bounce her ass. Her cheeks ricocheting so the thin material barely contained them putting him into a trance. Her inhibitions gone when he finally held on for the ride. His hard-on pressed into her ass, absorbing her blows. The DJ queued up a hip hop, ass-shaking song and the pair kept at it.
Sweat was starting to build when Michonne straightened so her back was to his chest. Rick's hands wrapped around her bare waist, possessing her and she welcomed it. Their breathing synced up and they exhaled on each completed rotation. The pair continued like this for the next couple songs until again, persons walking by knocked them off course.
"Let me buy you a drink." She heard him offer over the music.
After steading his breathing, Rick offered to return to the bar and Michonne smiled at his generosity. Taking his hand again, they dislodged to head towards the VIP booths. She presented her wristband and they were granted access. Tyreese was talking with Karen while Andrea was snuggled up with Rick's friend. Michonne didn't miss how his friend's eyes flashed with pride as they made their way in.
"I see you made a friend Michonne." Andrea grinned like the Cheshire cat.
"This is Rick and we are thirsty." Michonne plopped down on the sofa disregarding her friend.
"I'm sure, you two were definitely working up an appetite." Andrea's eyes shined with delight. "Rick, you are welcome to fix a drink."
Michonne could tell that Rick was a little apprehensive entering her domain but he was going to hold his own. "Thanks."
He poured a drink with Tyreese's watchful eyes on him then passed it to Michonne. She patted the seat next to her, wanting him to join her and he did. "Sash and Ro still dancing?"
"You know every song is my sister's jam." Ty supplied, making them chuckle.
"Yep, those two are never ready to throw in the towel." Karen snickered. "Surprised you aren't out there with them."
"I got hot." Michonne stated and realized her slip that made everyone, including herself burst out laughing. Rick's face was flushed and he placed a hand on her thigh as he calmed himself. The move triggered something in them both and the temperature started to increase.
"I have to get back out there. Are you guys good?" Ty interrupted, looking to the women, clearly anxious about leaving them with unfamiliar male company. The friends nodded before Karen strolled over to Ty.
"Actually, can I walk with you? I need to run to the restroom."
"No problem." He said, offering a hand to help as he escorted her away from the group.
Michonne and Andrea quickly traded glances after watching the two walk off. "Hmm…"
"I know you are glad I dragged your sorry butt out to the city tonight." Shane interrupted their musings, grinning over at Rick, making him pick up the cup for a large swallow.
When Michonne smiled with understanding, he returned his hand to her leg caressing her smooth skin. Shane and Andrea must've gotten the message and they started their own private flirtatious conversation. One more sip was to be had before Michonne placed the cup on the table. The effects of this sexy man touching her was working faster to discharge her hang-ups more than any alcohol. His hand inched higher, their heads inclining and lips skimmed playfully. Her fingers twirled the curls near the nape of his neck. The tip of his tongue leisurely ran across her lips. There was no denying that the wetness she felt now was not dance conjured sweat.
They kissed passionately as though no one was around. Words were not needed to convey how they felt. Their bodies sent the signals saying this was what they craved. The pleasure was undeniable as they held on for this unexpected ride.
Rick tugged at her thick thigh and Michonne immediately acquiesced. Climbing up to straddle him without breaking the kiss. Their movements were so in sync. Rick squeezed her plump ass, pressing her down to feel how his dick thumped for her. Shallow breaths kept them at it while they dry humped. Neither wanting to relinquish because this felt too damned good to question if anything would come of it.
"Michonne. Andrea."
The sound of Sasha's voice broke the spell causing Michonne and Rick to release the lip lock. They realized Andrea and Shane must have been having their own hot and heavy make-out session by how disheveled they currently were.
"Ro threw up."
Michonne and Andrea both jumped up. "Where is she?" they looked through the club with concern.
"The bathroom with Karen finishing and getting cleaned up. Ty was bringing her water while I came to get you two. We have to go." She said while looking between the pairs.
Rick and Shane stood as well, trying to temper their bodies' previous responses while adjusting their clothes and hair.
"Do you need any help?" Rick offered and the ladies smiled thankfully.
"No, I think we've got this." Michonne apologetically sighed.
"It's not our first rodeo cowboys." Andrea tittered and the men nodded their understanding.
From across the club, Tyreese began to frantically wave for them, his height allowing them a sightline directly to him. "Oh shit, the uber must've pulled up!" Sasha exclaimed.
The women did a quick survey of the area gathering any personal items that would've been left behind. Hand in hand, they scrambled past the discarded velvet rope. Michonne at the end was being tugged but she managed to turn around to see Rick despondently watching her departure. She mouthed 'Sorry' before hustling to the exit. Girl code had to prevail.
The Uber XL fit them all and would make two stops. First to Rosita's place where Karen and Andrea had gotten ready. They assured Michonne and Sasha that they would handle nursing their hungover friend back to health. Luckily, Ro was feeling better after emptying her stomach and getting some fresh air. The trio was able to manage getting inside before the suv pulled off towards its next destination.
"I'm sorry your night out got cut short Mich." Sasha apologized. "I really didn't want to disturb your groove."
"It's not your fault."
The women turned to one another speaking at the same time. "Rosita."
They both shook their tightened fists in the air then laughed, releasing the tension.
Sasha sobered. "Shit, I had your phone all night. Did you give him your number?"
"Nope." Michonne heaved a sigh. "Never got a chance."
"Damn."
"But tonight was supposed to be about me having a little fun, right?"
"Yes." Sasha agreed.
"Well then, mission accomplished." Michonne looked out the window. "And besides I've got church in the morning."