A/N: Hello Richonners! Once again, I am blown away by the response to this story! Thank you so much for the reviews, follows, faves and shares! I'm happy that the last chapter resonated with many of you. The subject matter in this story is heartbreaking and I really want to do justice in portraying that, but also showing how our lovelies heal through their connection. They have other challenges ahead and we'll see how they navigate them. This chapter will dive a little deeper into it, but also…a heavy dose of smut. Enjoy!
Side note: Elaina's appearance is based off the character, "Nora" from the tv show.
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Chapter 9: Bring Me Back
Rick's eyes rolled shut as he clenched a fistful of Michonne's locs in his hand. The enormous pleasure he was getting from her skillful tongue left him breathless. "Fuck…baby," he hissed.
Michonne winced at his tight grip, but the slight pain only encouraged her to keep going. She ran her tongue up his veiny shaft before circling his swollen head and taking it into her warm mouth. "Mmm," she moaned, enjoying the way his cock felt against her tongue. She loved the taste of him and his size, larger than other men she'd been with, but not too crazy. Nonetheless, she struggled, attempting to swallow him completely.
Rick moved his hips, slowly thrusting into her mouth, while maintaining his strong grip on her hair. His tortured moans filled the room, competing with the sound of Bill Withers' voice as Ain't No Sunshine played through the sound system in the bedroom. He fought to keep his composure as his thick cock slid in and out of her mouth, her saliva making it glisten.
Michonne slowly released his dick before looking up at him through lustful eyes, batting her long eyelashes. He opened his eyes to discern the reason for her halted attentions and nearly came at the sight of her. She looked like the naughtiest angel he had ever seen with her long locs framing her pretty face and her perfect, pouty lips swollen from sucking his cock.
"Come for me, I wanna taste you," she pleaded softly, almost too innocent for what she was requesting. He raised his eyebrows, wondering if she was for real. He never ejaculated in a woman's mouth before, not that he had many blowjobs prior to being with Michonne. He was turned on beyond belief at how open she was in the bedroom.
"Are you sure?" he huffed. "Yes," she responded, leisurely gliding her hand up and down his sticky manhood. "I want your cum in my mouth…now," she moaned, licking his weeping tip.
"Fuck…goddamn woman…you're so fuckin' sexy," he murmured as she resumed her seduction. She gripped him, working his shaft while she gave him several long licks, like she was devouring sweet batter off the back of a spoon. She rolled her soft tongue around the tip of his swollen head, then sucked him in like a vacuum, humming along the way.
Rick's abdomen tightened as she kept up with her affections, he knew his release was imminent, but he wanted to hold on a little longer. Her mouth felt too fucking good to stop now. "Ahh…. Oooh…god that feels so good baby," he panted, fisting her hair once more. "What are you doin' to me?" he whispered.
Michonne smiled, satisfied from the effect she was having on him, making him lose himself in her warmth, her body, and her love. She took him deeper into her mouth, wrapping her lips tight around him to create an unbreakable suction.
The feeling was so exquisite, Rick could no longer sustain his control. He grabbed the back of her head and ardently thrusted past her supple lips. "Shit…darlin'," he gasped as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
Michonne sank her nails into his thighs as his thick, creamy cum spurted down her throat. "Mmm," she moaned, savoring the slightly briny taste. She did her best to swallow it all, but a bit dripped down the corner of her mouth and onto his dense patch of pubic hair. She proceeded to lick up every drop, like she was enjoying an ice cream cone.
Rick panted through the pleasure, letting his head fall into the pillow, as he released his grip on her. "That was fuckin' unbelievable," he breathed.
Michonne lifted her head to gaze at him and smiled seductively. "I'm happy to please you."
He grabbed her arm and guided her up close to him. "You're perfect," he whispered, kissing her lips, not caring that his semen was dripping from them a moment ago. She playfully rolled her eyes at his statement. "I'm serious," he asserted, kissing her once more. "You're perfect," he repeated. "And not just because you're sexy as hell," he said gifting her with another tender kiss, "but because you're smart, generous, talented, and beautiful," he stated, punctuating each adjective with a kiss.
"I could go on if you'd like," he offered, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. She didn't respond but kissed him tenderly. "I mean it," he assured her. "Now, fight me," he grinned.
Michonne chuckled at his joke and swatted his arm. She loved his silly side. It was a welcome change to the hard exterior he displayed when they first met. Back then, she was unsure if he even knew how to smile.
"Seriously, sweetheart," he whispered. "You've given me the strength I needed to confront things that I thought would burden me for the rest of my days…and I just want to thank you."
"Rick, I didn't give you the strength, it was always in here," she said pointing to his heart. "And with you keeping up with your sessions with Dr. Cloyd, you're getting stronger every day. You're doing the hard work and I'm proud of you."
She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him again before broaching the subject she had been dreading.
"So, it's been two weeks since we've been back. Do you think you're ready to talk to Tim?" she asked hopefully.
He ran his hand over his face and sighed, "I promised you I would…so go ahead and set up a meeting, but I need you to be there with me."
"Of course, I'll be there, baby. Whatever you need," she replied, kissing him gently.
"Listen," Rick continued, "I'm grateful that you would give up working at the church for me, but I can't ask you to do that. I know how much you love it and how much you need it."
An appreciative smile adorned her face, as she laid her head on his chest. "Now, who's perfect?" she whispered.
Two days later, Michonne walked into the church office to meet with Tim. He was patiently waiting in one of the leather chairs when she arrived. As she approached him, he stood to offer her a hug. She hesitantly returned it, not wanting to give him the wrong idea. She was still upset with everything that had occurred, and although he hadn't deceived her on purpose, somehow being too close to him felt like she was betraying Rick.
"Michonne, I'm glad you called," he stated, taking a seat.
"Thank you for answering. I'm sorry I haven't reached out to you sooner, but I've been really busy," she returned.
"With him?" he asked, a hint of disappointment evident in his tone.
Michonne nodded, "Yes…with Rick. We went away for a while and it was actually very helpful. We both were able to deal with some things."
"Michonne, are you sure it's a good idea to continue seeing Deputy Grimes…I mean Rick? Honestly, I remember how he used to be back in King County, and the guy is really intense, not to mention dangerous."
"Tim…" she interrupted.
"No, listen to me Michonne, he ran me off the road! He stalked me outside of my house!"
Michonne was shocked by his revelation, but kept her cool, not wanting to give him another reason to doubt her decision to be with Rick.
"He isn't dangerous! He was hurting! He's getting better now…and I told you, he would never harm me. Tim, I didn't come here to debate my relationship with Rick. I know you have feelings for me, but you're not really in love with me. You enjoy our bond and how we relate to one another. I suspect you haven't had that kind of connection with anyone before me, but trust me, there is more to love than that. When you finally experience it, you'll know. It's what I have with Rick…I'm in love with him."
The words stung as he heard them fall from her lips. Not only was she with someone else, but she was in love with the man who had tried to kill him.
"Michonne, I didn't mean to spring that on you…telling you I love you, but I do. I want you to be happy with someone who is deserving of you."
She ignored his comment. "I talked to Rick about everything and he wants to meet with you."
"No…hell no. Michonne, the guy tried to murder me! Why would I meet with him?" he shouted, frowning at her.
"You told me you wanted to make things right! This is your chance. I know you feel remorse for what happened. I recognize the pain it's caused you. Now, it took some convincing, but Rick is ready to hear your side. You need to make him understand."
"Michonne…" he pushed back.
"I'll be there…you have nothing to worry about. I promise you that," she said reassuringly.
Tim thought about the potential consequences of being in the same space as Rick Grimes. If things went the way they had before, there was a possibility he wouldn't walk away from the meeting unscathed.
Nevertheless, he trusted Michonne and knew she was speaking the truth. If he wanted to move on, he needed to clear the air with the grieving father, so he agreed, "Okay…I'll meet with him."
"Glenn, good to see you," Rick said, patting his friend on the shoulder as he stood at the front counter of the shop. "Look, I apologize again for disappearing on you."
"I said don't worry about it. Honestly, I can't fault you for how you handled things…I mean finding out that the man who killed your daughter has been working with Michonne this whole time…it must've been quite a shock," Glenn said compassionately.
"Yeah, I kinda lost it," Rick replied pinching the bridge of his nose. "If Michonne hadn't been there…I'm just glad she was. She stopped me from doing something I would regret. I was so pissed off when I saw that painting. I mean the guy painted my daughter, the little girl he killed and displayed her for everyone to see, like he had some special connection with her. Who the fuck does that?"
"No need to explain. I would be furious if I were in your shoes. I get it…but Michonne was really worried about you. We could barely get her to come out the bedroom the two weeks before her and Maggie left for Tennessee. Honestly, it was hard to see her that way…and to find out she's dealing with her own son's death…I just really feel for you both," Glenn sighed. "I admire your ability to go through all of this and come out better on the other side."
It deeply hurt Rick to hear how much his leaving upset Michonne. He never wanted to cause her any pain, especially not after everything she'd done for him, picking him up every time he fell down, encouraging him to keep moving forward.
"Well, Michonne has a lot to do with it. I was an asshole to her, and she still helped me. I needed to leave, but I shouldn't have left the way I did. I was confused about her relationship with this guy, about how much she knew about him…about everything," he shook his head. "That's what grief and anger do to you…rational thoughts escape you and all you can see is the pain."
Glenn nodded, "I'm sorry you're going through this…but I'm glad you have her."
"Yeah…I'm lucky. She hasn't given up on me. The woman is persistent," he chuckled. "I love her. How could I not? I'm doing my best to make it up to her."
Glenn grinned at him knowingly, not surprised at all by Rick's confession.
Morgan stood on the porch of the little brick bungalow and rang the doorbell. He listened and waited to hear footsteps, but none came. He rang the bell once more and pounded on the door. He knew his daughter was home because her car was parked in front of the house.
"Elaina, open up sweetie…it's dad," he shouted, knocking again. "Elaina…I know you're home."
After a few minutes, she opened the door. He was happy to see that she looked better than she had the last time he saw her. Her dark curls sat neatly at her shoulders, her skin was clear, and she was dressed nicely in jeans and a sweater.
"Daddy, what are you doing here? I was on my way out," she answered stepping aside to let him in.
"Where ya' headin' sweetie? You gotta work today?"
"No…I'm off, but I have to run some errands." She averted her eyes, shifted on her feet, and twisted a curl around her finger, a sign that she was anxious. It was something she'd done since she was a child and Morgan couldn't help but worry about the cause of her anxiety.
"Ok, well I wanted to come check on you…see how you're doing. Is the job going okay?"
She pushed past him to sit on the sofa. "Yeah, it's fine. You don't need to check on me. I'm okay."
He shook his head, growing tired of the charade. "Sweetheart, I know you're using again. The drugs are going to make things worse. You gotta stop."
She got up and went into her bedroom, with him following not far behind. He grabbed her gently by the arm. "Baby, do you hear me? You have to stop taking the drugs."
"And then what daddy?" she shouted, yanking her arm out of his grip. "Huh, am I supposed to just deal with everything or maybe be a zombie, doped up on meds? I can't function when I'm taking them!" She held her head in her hands and began to sob. "I just need to take the edge off."
"Oh, baby…it's gonna be okay," he said embracing her. After a moment, he slowly pulled away from her when something caught his eye. "What the hell is this?" he asked, grabbing the photo of Rick off her nightstand.
"Put it back!" she said, snatching it from him. She placed it back where it was.
"Elaina, why do you have a picture of Rick Grimes?" he questioned.
"He's my friend," she shrugged, plopping on the bed.
"How exactly do you know him?"
She could see the skepticism written all over his face. "Why do you want to know daddy? I can't have friends now?"
"You and I both know how things can get with your 'friends' and Deputy Grimes isn't someone you want to be cozying up to. The man has his own issues. You don't need that right now."
"Don't tell me what I need," she snapped. "Since when have you ever cared what I needed or what mama needed? Huh? Since when have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself? You weren't even there when mama took a bottle full of pills and drowned herself in the damn bathtub! You weren't there when they were tying me down to a gurney and pumping my veins full of poison! But now you care? Ok…dad…spare me your bullshit."
"Elaina, listen to me…" he interjected.
"No, daddy. I'm done listening to you. I have business to take care of…but before I go, I should be asking you how you know Rick? Are you checking up on him?"
He sighed, "It's not your concern. What's important is getting you the help you need. Your disorder can't be regulated with heroin or whatever else you're using. Let me check you into a place where you can get a handle on the addiction and your mental health. Please, baby…I'm begging you. I don't want you to end up like your mother. I tried to save her…I did. Now, that she's gone, I can't lose you too," he begged.
She saw the sincerity in her father's glassy brown eyes. The memory of finding his wife unconscious in their master bathroom flashed through his mind as he stared blankly at her. It was evident on his face. She needed to get on with her plans for the day, so she placated him.
"I'll think about it daddy. That's all I can promise you right now."
An hour later, Elaina entered Rhee's Auto Shop, intent on seeing Rick. A jubilant smile spread across her face as soon as she locked eyes with him. Rick returned her smile, although the thought crossed his mind that Michonne may be right about her stalking him. Something about the young woman seemed off, but he still felt she was harmless.
"Hi Rick, do you work here?" she asked softly, already knowing the answer.
"Uh…yeah. What can I help you with?"
"I need an oil change," she responded, beaming at him.
"Yeah, we can take care of that for you. Go ahead and pull your car into the garage."
"Ok, thank you," she returned, staring intensely into his eyes.
Her gaze made Rick uneasy. There was an emptiness behind her eyes that wasn't lost on him. He was curious about her story but didn't want to encourage her odd behavior by asking questions.
Glenn exited his office and broke up the awkward moment. "Hi, how can we help you?" he asked Elaina.
She kept her eyes on Rick while answering, "Rick is helping me, thank you."
"Uh, she needs an oil change. I was just telling her to pull her car up around back."
"Oh, I can do that for you," Glenn offered. "Is your car parked out front?"
She finally looked at Glenn. "Yes, the silver Taurus," she said, handing him the keys.
While Glenn went to move her car, Elaina continued her small talk with Rick.
"You know that dinner offer still stands? You are welcome anytime," she said, rubbing her thumb across the hand he was resting on the counter.
He tensed and pulled his hand away, placing it at his side. "Uh…I'm sorry, Alana, but I'm not sure that's a good idea."
She felt a surge of anger and sadness at his statement. Here she was inviting him into her home as if they had been close for years and he didn't even remember her name. Still, she didn't let it deter her.
She chuckled, "It's Elaina…Elaina Jones."
"Yes, Elaina, my apologies. It's really sweet of you to offer, but I don't think my lady would be comfortable with that," he replied, trying to let her down easy.
She tried to hide her disappointment, hating to think about him being with someone else.
"Oh…Michonne, right?" she asked, offering him an insincere smile. "She's welcome to come along."
Rick was amazed by her tenacity. He had no desire to further engage with this woman, but she didn't seem to be taking the hint. He didn't want to be rude, but he was growing increasingly frustrated. Before he could respond, Merle barged through the front entrance.
"Shit," Rick mumbled, not wanting to get into another confrontation with the volatile redneck.
Merle narrowed his eyes on Elaina and smirked. She quickly put her head down, avoiding making eye contact with him. Rick noticed but decided not to read too much into it. Right now, he just wanted to get far away from both of them.
"Thanks again Elaina, but I don't think it's a good idea. I'm gonna go check and see if your car is ready. I'll see you around," Rick said, making his departure.
"Looks like you got your work cut out for you with officer friendly, huh?" Merle joked. "Seems like he was turnin' ya down, what did ya' offer him darlin'? A little romp in the sack?" he laughed.
Elaina glared at him, disgusted by his crude nature.
Merle moved closer to her. "Oh, I'm just teasin'…no need to get your little panties in a bunch," he said, running his hand down her cheek. She flinched at his touch. Her face was burning, and tears pooled in her eyes.
"Merle," Daryl called out to him, noticing the troubled look on Elaina's face.
Merle stepped away from her and turned his attention to his younger brother. "What's up little brother. I was in your neck of the woods and thought I'd stop by and give you a holler."
"You're lyin'," Daryl scoffed. "Let's go outside and talk," he said heading out the door, with Merle following behind.
Once they were outside, Daryl lit a cigarette, attempting to calm his nerves while he dealt with his brother. He took and drag and exhaled before speaking. "You came here to fuck with Rick, didn't ya'?"
"So, what if I did?" Merle shot back. "Whose side you on anyway?"
"Merle, it ain't about sides. This shit has gone on long enough. Just let it go man!"
"Looks like you goin' soft on me, brother," Merle chuckled. "You know us Dixons don't let folks walk all over us. Officer friendly started this whole thang when he came in here puffin' his chest out like he was in charge, now I'm gonna finish it."
Daryl took another drag of his cigarette, exasperated by his hotheaded brother. At one time, he was appreciative of Merle's hardcore exterior. Daryl was never a fighter and having a brother with a reputation like Merle's, meant he never had to. Now, he wished for once in his life that Merle would use better judgment.
"What does that even mean? How you gonna finish it? Dude's crazy…you said it yourself. This shit can get outta hand real quick," Daryl replied, trying to talk some sense into him.
"Now you listen here, little brother. I ain't lettin' nobody disrespect me. People been tryin' that shit with our family for years. They think we're a bunch of ignorant, poor hillbillies. Well, it ain't gonna happen on my watch. I'm gonna handle it like daddy taught us," Merle retorted, spitting on the ground.
Daryl shook his head in contempt, "Daddy ain't a role model. Was all those beatins' he gave us 'teachin' us or just the actions of a sick man who didn't want to take care of his damn kids after his wife died? Hell, I don't even think he loved us."
"He loved us in his own way. He was tryin' to get us ready for this fucked up world. Nobody gives a damn about people like you and me, little brother. That's how it is. Meanwhile undeservin' fuckers get shit handed to them. Grimes was a cop, he was supposed to be keepin' people safe, instead he took his anger out on people because he could, that ain't right…and his uppity bitch, lookin' down on me like I was trash that night at the bar…I ain't lettin' it slide. They ain't gettin' away with it," Merle stated emphatically.
Daryl groaned and threw his cigarette butt to the ground, stomping it out with his work boot.
"Man, I get it…Rick rubbed you the wrong way, but it ain't worth doin' something crazy because he embarrassed ya' and Michonne ain't have nothin' to do with it. Just leave'em alone man."
"Nah, little brother, I can't put my finger on it, but somethin' about officer friendly don't sit right with me. I may need to look a little deeper into his past."
"A'ight man…I'm done talkin' to ya. When this shit goes left, you're on your own," Daryl huffed, crossing paths with Elaina as he went back inside. He watched through the window as she hurried past Merle, who quickly caught up with her, grabbing her by the arm. Merle pulled something from his pocket and handed it to the woman. She stuffed it in her purse and swiftly went around back to retrieve her vehicle.
A week later…
Michonne held Rick's hand as they walked into Al's Eatery. The hole-in-the-wall establishment was bustling with people dining, yelling out orders and carrying platters full of food. Michonne secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful there was a crowd to limit the chance of this meeting going awry.
She spotted Tim waiting in a corner booth. They locked eyes and she could see the nerves practically jumping off him.
"Are you ready?" she whispered to Rick, who was now tightly gripping her hand, clearly nervous himself.
"Yeah," he answered hesitantly. "Let's get this over with."
Tim stood as they got to the table, ready to embrace Michonne. She put her hands out to stop him, causing him to sit down in embarrassment, while Rick glared at him.
"Tim, thank you for meeting us," she said softly. "I know things got out of hand before, but I really think it's best that you and Rick talk about this."
He nodded, careful not to look Rick in the eyes, although he could feel the former deputy's gaze burning a hole through him. "Yeah…I have some things I want to say."
"Okay, Rick is willing to hear what you have to say, right baby?" she asked, bumping Rick's knee under the table.
"Yeah," Rick answered gruffly.
Tim took a deep breath before starting, "Deputy Grimes…"
"I ain't a deputy anymore," Rick interrupted.
Tim nodded in understanding, "Rick…what happened that day…it changed our lives forever. I have lived with guilt, regret, and sadness nearly every moment of every day since Kaley died…"
"Don't you say her name!" Rick growled, banging his fist on the table.
Both Tim and Michonne jumped, while a few other diners stared at them. Michonne gently rested her hand over Rick's, desperately trying to calm him. "Rick," she whispered, "just listen."
He nodded, struggling to keep his cool. "I'm alright," he reassured her.
"Please continue, Tim," she encouraged.
"Um, like I was saying…what happened changed me. I started seeing her face in my dreams and sometimes when I'm awake. While I was in prison, I made up my mind that her death wouldn't be in vain…that I would honor her in some way. I would sit in my cell and sketch her…I wanted to see her happy, instead of how I remembered her. I used the photo from her obituary in the newspaper. She was smiling…" his voice drifted off as his eyes glossed over.
Suddenly the waitress came over, interrupting their conversation. "Can I get y'all started with some drinks?"
Michonne looked at the pale, lanky woman, silently signaling that they should be left alone. "No, we're gonna need a moment. I'll signal when we're ready."
Once the waitress was gone, Tim continued, "My aunt and uncle helped me find a place here in Savannah after I was released. I just couldn't go back to King County and face all those people who knew what I'd done. I couldn't face you," he said pointedly to Rick. Not long after, I started going to the church and they said they were looking for someone to run the youth program. I thought it was the perfect way to honor her, by helping kids in need."
Rick's face remained stoic as he listened to Tim explain how Kaley's death had affected him. He recognized the remorse in the young man's voice and saw it in his eyes. He remembered what Lorna said about forgiveness being a vital part of recovery. He always thought that concept to be false. He reserved forgiveness for those he deemed worthy. For so long, he thought of Tim as a careless, degenerate kid who had no regard for anyone but himself, but as he listened to him speak, Rick was starting to realize he may have been wrong about him.
"Rick, I am so sorry for what I've done. If I could take it back, I would do it in a heartbeat. I would trade my life for hers, but I can't. The painting was meant to honor her. I never dreamed you would see it and I'm sorry it upset you," Tim uttered, his voice quivering as the tears rolled down his face. He looked over to Michonne who was also softly sobbing.
Rick exhaled and ran his hand through his hair, before looking Tim in the eyes, "I won't lie to you and say that I don't still harbor anger for you…but I'm here because I need closure. I needed to hear you admit that what you've done ruined multiple lives. I lost my daughter, my father lost his granddaughter, my brother lost his niece…but I didn't think about how it affected you, and I'm sorry for that. I've lost so much, and it's been a struggle to come back from it all. It's been hard for me to see things clearly."
Tim nodded appreciatively. "I don't pretend to know how you feel, Rick. Growing up, I used to look up to you, your brother, and the other deputies. I always thought you were a good man, but when your wife got sick, I could see the change. That night at old man Wilson's barn, your stare was so cold. When we sat in the station waiting for my dad to pick me up, you looked at me like I was some loser kid throwing his life away…but that wasn't me. I just got caught up with the wrong crowd, but I was a good kid. I'm sorry you couldn't see it back then, but I hope you can see now the man I've become. I've learned from my mistakes, Rick."
"Tim, thank you for sharing this. You are a good man, and you can move past this, just like Rick can," Michonne said squeezing Rick's hand. "We've all been through such misery, it's time we embraced hope."
Tim smiled hearing Michonne's comforting words. "You're a lucky man," he said to Rick. "She's something else."
Rick was slightly perturbed at Tim's obvious adoration for Michonne, but he tucked it away, making a mental note to speak to her about it later. Instead, he kissed her cheek and looked back over to Tim.
"Yeah, I am lucky. I'm also sorry for what I've done to you. I hated you for so long, but now I realize it was a mistake. I know what happened was an accident. I just want to move past it all. I'm happier than I've been in a long time, and I don't want anything to get in the way of that," he said, grabbing Michonne's hand and kissing her wrist as she smiled at him with tears in her eyes. He exhaled as if physically releasing the hatred he'd felt for so long toward this man. He looked Tim in the eyes and said, "I forgive you."
Michonne scooted onto Rick's lap as they sat in his truck on a ledge overlooking the splendid waterfalls at the edge of town. They needed some time to decompress from their meeting with Tim and the scenery provided a peaceful backdrop.
"It's beautiful here. We should come back when it's warmer," Michonne said, rubbing her thumb along Rick's palm.
"Yeah, I'd like that," he replied, kissing her cheek.
"I can't tell you how proud I am of you. I really hope after speaking with Tim, you can put all of this behind you and live the life Kaley would want for you."
He kissed her gently…once, twice, then a third time. "Do you know how happy you make me?" he whispered. "I adore you."
She blushed at his affections. "Ditto," she said, kissing the tip of his nose.
"Can I ask you something?" he queried.
"Of course," she replied, running her fingers through his wavy hair.
"Does Tim have feelings for you?"
She sat up, caught off guard by his question. "Yes," she answered, not wanting to lie. "But nothing's happened between us…well, he kissed me once, but that was it."
Rick clenched his jaw, trying to control his breathing and remain calm. After all, he couldn't blame the young man. Michonne was the type of woman any man would be lucky to have.
"Are you angry with me for not telling you?" she murmured.
He shook his head, "No sweetheart, I'm not angry. I can't blame him…you're amazing," he said, pulling her closer for another kiss. "And since we're confessing, I have to let you know that Elaina showed up at the shop."
Michonne furrowed her brow. "What did she say?"
"She offered to make me…us dinner. It was the strangest thing."
"Are you serious? Rick, I know you think she's just lonely, but I'm starting to worry about this woman. Something about her is off. What if she's the one who broke into my house?"
He contemplated the thought for a moment. "No, why would she do that?"
"I don't know…I can't explain what goes on in the mind of a crazy person," she shrugged.
He chuckled, "Michonne, you don't know that she's crazy. I admit, her behavior is odd, and she definitely has some sort of infatuation with me, but crazy?"
"Rick, I'm serious," she retorted.
"Okay, if it makes you feel better, I'll have one of my friends at the sheriff's department run a background check on her. In the meantime, you should move in with me," he said squeezing her thigh.
She didn't respond, instead smiling seductively and running her finger across his bottom lip. He didn't waste any time capturing her lips with his own. He licked her top lip, then the bottom, savoring them with each stroke of his tongue, before slipping it into her mouth. She loved the way he kissed, tender but hungry, like kissing her was life-sustaining.
His tongue trailed down to her neck, and she giggled at the quick nibbles he was giving her. She straddled him while he continued to kiss his way down to her cleavage. He undid the top button on her blouse and trailed his tongue along the peaks of her firm breasts, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.
"Mmm…wait, we should get home," she breathed. Rick undid the rest of her blouse and pushed it open before running his fingers over her nipples through her lacy bra. He stared at her breasts for a moment and licked his lips. "Rick, did you hear me?" she asked softly.
"Yeah, I heard you, but I want to fuck you now." He tugged on her bottom lip again before giving her a long, languid kiss as he pulled down the cups of her bra and palmed her breasts. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered staring into her eyes and kissing her once more.
After a moment, he lifted her and unbuckled his belt and pants, sliding them down with his boxers, just enough to release his throbbing cock. He then ran his hands under her skirt and ripped her pantyhose. "Rick," she admonished him. "I'll buy you a new pair," he replied, while sliding her thong to the side.
Without the offending garments in the way, she slowly slid down onto his hard member, gasping as she took him in. He immediately grabbed her ass and began gliding her over his thick shaft, leaving it glistening from her juices.
"Mmm," she hummed, seductively rolling her hips. Rick bit his bottom lip as he watched her ride him, her perky breasts making his mouth water.
Before long, he was traipsing his tongue across her nipples and biting down gently. The sensation made her move a little faster as she gripped his shoulders to maintain her balance. Rick matched her movements, pistoning upward into her dripping wet center. "God…baby…mmm," he moaned, moving her faster over his dick.
The windows fogged up as they continued their lovemaking, the cool temperature outside was no match for the fire they were creating as their bodies connected. It felt like a sauna inside the truck and they both struggled to breathe. Nevertheless, that undeniable pull between them made it impossible to stop. The sounds of the falls were quickly drowned out by their pleasurable moans.
Michonne bounced on his dick at an unforgiving pace, tightly gripping his curls as he clutched her backside. After a moment, he slowed down her movements and looked into her eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked softly. "Yes," she whispered. "Lift up" he instructed.
She did as he requested, lifting off of his manhood. He licked his hand, getting it wet with saliva then rubbed it over his dick. She looked at him curiously but said nothing. He then rubbed the tip of his dick over her dripping slit, coating it with her nectar before rubbing it between her ass cheeks. He pressed on her shoulders, indicating he wanted her to lower herself again.
Gripping his dick, he lined it up with her puckered hole. Slowly he helped her sink down, taking in just the tip at first, then a little more. Her mouth widened, letting out a loud gasp as he gently pushed further in. She shut her eyes and dug her nails into his biceps.
"Oh my god," she panted as he slowly began thrusting in and out, attempting to loosen her up. "Are you okay?" he whispered. Unable to speak, she simply nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, taking in as much of him as she could handle.
He penetrated her pussy with two fingers, moving them in sync with his dick. He could feel her clenching around him as he lapped and sucked at her neck and breasts.
"Ahh…Rick," she whimpered. He moved his lips to her earlobe and sucked it into his mouth, all while maintaining a tantalizing rhythm.
Euphoria didn't seem accurate enough to describe the feeling. She started to question whether someone could die from sex, certainly not regular sex, but mind-blowing, face-contorting, earth-shattering sex, it just might be a possibility.
Rick clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow at the sensation as he moved inside of her. She was unbelievably tight, tighter than anything he'd felt before. His heart was beating fast as his abdominal muscles contracted. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure engulf him as he continued to invade her, pushing a little farther with each thrust.
Michonne, feeling more comfortable, rolled her hips to his rhythm, kissing him sloppily and moaning into his mouth. The delicious mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her, and she couldn't get enough.
Rick continued to work her over with his fingers, wanting to pleasure every part of her. "You drive me fuckin' crazy," he breathed. "I love you so much."
She purred into his ear, "I love you too…god this feels amazing."
He slowly removed his fingers from her slippery pink center and squeezed her ass. "Oooh…fuck," he panted, thrusting upward, a little deeper into her. A few moments later, he used his thumb to put pressure on her clit. Her eyes fell shut as she held an iron grip on his hair, moaning in satisfaction.
He watched her face as her orgasm washed over her, gripping her entire body. In that moment, watching her come undone from the pleasure he was providing her, he felt like he was home. He let go, groaning as he pounded into her a few more times before his hot, sticky cum filled her.
"Mmm….fuuuck," they both moaned at the feeling as their fluids dripped all over. It was messy, intense, and needy. The way they fulfilled each other's every want, need, and lustful, filthy desire made them feel free, almost weightless. Their lovemaking was like nothing either of them had ever experienced. It only solidified their connection, confirming that they were both where they needed to be.
A week later…
Michonne entered the restaurant to find Maggie already enjoying an appetizer and cocktail. The brunette smiled widely and waved for her friend to join her.
"You started without me?" Michonne joked, taking a seat.
"Of course, you're twenty minutes late and I'm starving! I ordered us bruschetta and steamed mussels for an appetizer, so dig in," Maggie smiled.
"Sorry, about that. I got hung up at home," Michonne replied.
Maggie raised her eyebrow, "I bet you did," she grinned.
Michonne's face flushed, embarrassed that Maggie knew being tangled up in bed with Rick was the reason for her tardiness to their girl's night out.
"I'm happy your relationship with Rick is back on track," Maggie said sincerely. "How was your time away?"
"Honestly, Maggie…it was the best decision we could have made. The retreat was very helpful. We were able to connect with other people who were dealing with loss and get in tune with everything that's been holding us back from fully healing. It really was the breakthrough we needed, especially Rick."
"Oh yeah, how so?" Maggie asked taking a sip of her dry martini.
"Well, Rick met with Tim. They had a good conversation and Rick actually told him that he forgives him for what happened to Kaley," Michonne smiled. "I'm so proud of him."
"Oh my…that is huge, Michonne. Wow, I'm really happy for him. I'm sure you suggested he take that step, but for him to go through with it, after everything that's happened, that takes courage."
"Yeah, I know it was hard for him to let go, but he's doing so much better. He's seeing a therapist and he's reconnected with his family. He's heading in the right direction. Before I forget, please thank your father for me. Rick told me they talked. Whatever he said struck a chord with him," Michonne said with a gleam in her eye that wasn't lost on Maggie.
"Yeah, I will. You know, my daddy was in a rough place after my mom died. He was really depressed, we all were. My grandmother used to tell me that everything that happens in our lives is to lead us to the person we were meant to be, even the painful stuff. She would say, 'Mags, someday this pain will be useful to you.' I didn't know what she meant until later on, but I know now. Losing my mother so young forced me to grow up, it forced me to be strong. I know you understand what I mean. Michonne, everything that's happened to you has made you stronger," she offered sympathetically.
"Your grandmother sounds really wise," Michonne replied with a gentle smile.
"I have to admit, after Rick left the way he did, I had my doubts about him, but I'd be a fool not to recognize that you love him. If he makes you happy, that's all that matters. Together, you can face whatever may come. Just have faith that everything will work out," she offered, patting Michonne's hand.
"Thanks, Maggie. I really appreciate that…and you're right, I do love him. It happened so fast, but he makes me feel something that no one else have ever made me feel. I thought Ed was the love of my life, but what we had doesn't come close to what I have with Rick. It's like we're kindred spirits."
She shook her head, surprised at how at ease she felt about all of it, how she was able to let her heart guide her when for so long it had been cut off to the possibility of finding happiness again.
"Does that sound strange?" she asked Maggie.
"No, sweetie…not at all. It sounds beautiful. You both deserve it. It also doesn't hurt that he's so easy on the eyes," she smirked.
Michonne laughed, "No…that certainly doesn't hurt. It seems like every woman we encounter can't help but agree. Rick is oblivious, but I notice."
"Speaking of that, I'm so sorry about the way Beth behaved. She was practically drooling the whole damn night he was at my parents' house," Maggie groaned.
"Don't worry about it," Michonne shrugged. "It was harmless, but…there is this woman I'm concerned about."
Maggie frowned. "Really? Who is she?"
"This woman who works at the post office in Townsquare. She keeps popping up and seems to be infatuated with Rick. She even offered to make him dinner…well, supposedly she extended the invite to me as well, but I'm sure it wasn't sincere. Rick thinks she's just lonely, but I don't know."
Maggie sighed, "I wouldn't worry too much about it. Rick only has eyes for you and if he thinks it's nothing, I'm sure it will be okay. Eventually, she'll get the hint and move on."
"I hope you're right," Michonne replied, suddenly feeling dizzy. She closed her eyes for a moment, resting her forehead in her hand.
"Are you alright sweetie?" Maggie asked, concern evident in her voice.
"Yeah," Michonne exhaled. "I just got a little dizzy."
"Have a sip of water," Maggie said handing Michonne the glass. She took a sip, hoping it would do the trick.
"Do you need me to call Rick?" Maggie asked.
"No, I'm good. I'm just gonna use the restroom. If the waiter comes, order me the shrimp scampi. I'll be right back," she said, rising from her seat and heading for the restroom.
She made it to the sink before feeling another dizzy spell come on. She gripped the vanity to maintain her balance, then splashed some cool water on her face.
"What's wrong with me?" she mumbled to her reflection in the mirror. She stood there for a few moments until it passed, then made her way back to the dining area to finish her meal.
After her dinner with Maggie, Michonne went back to Rick's house for the night. She'd been staying there every night since he suggested she move in with him. She wasn't ready to give up her own space, but she appeased him by spending most of her time in his home.
"Rick," she called out. "I'm back."
"In here darlin'," he shouted from the bedroom.
She removed her coat and heels and walked to the bedroom, finding him lying in bed wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and reading glasses, with his face buried in a copy of Schindler's List. She stood in the doorway for a spell, admiring how sexy he looked in glasses.
"Did you miss me?" she asked softly.
"Of course. How was your dinner?" he asked, not looking up from his book.
"It was nice," she answered, beginning to get undressed. "Maggie and I had a really good conversation, and the food was great."
"That's nice sweetheart. I'm glad you could get out," he said, finally looking up and taking in her nearly naked form as she slipped on a nightgown.
She slid into bed with him and gently kissed his bearded cheek, loving the way it tickled her lips. She slowly closed the book in his hands and set it on the nightstand.
"I was readin' that," he quipped.
"I know, but I was hoping we could finish Lovecraft Country tonight. We only have two episodes left…please," she pouted.
He chuckled at her antics and kissed the tip of her nose. "How can I say no to that face?"
"Smart man," she retorted.
"Hey, before we get started, I wanted to let you know that I need to go back to King County in a few days."
Michonne sat up, concern washing over her face. "You do? Why?"
"The sale of my house is going through. I need to be at the closing to sign some documents. I also need to pick up a few of Melanie and Kaley's things," he sighed.
"Oh…I didn't realize you were selling the house."
"Yeah, the people who were renting it decided to buy it. I think its for the best. There are too many memories there. I need a fresh start."
She looked at him reflectively but remained quiet.
He stroked her cheek, wondering what she was thinking, "You okay?"
"Yeah, just a little surprised is all, but it makes sense," she smiled.
"I shouldn't be gone more than three days. I was thinking you could come with me. I would love for you to see where I grew up and meet my family?"
Her heart melted at his request. "Yes, I'd like that. I would love to meet them," she replied softly. "I'm sure I can get a sub for a day or two."
"Good," he said, placing a tender kiss to her plush lips. "Okay, let's crank up the show."
"Just a minute, I'm gonna get a drink. Do you want anything?" she asked getting up.
"Nope, I'm good…but thanks for askin'," he grinned.
"Oh, but of course," she smirked.
She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pitcher of water out of the fridge and a glass from the cabinet. Suddenly, she felt another wave of dizziness overcome her. In her attempt to grab hold of the counter, she knocked the glass to the floor. It instantly shattered as soon as it hit the surface. "Shit," she groaned.
"Everything okay?" Rick questioned, walking up behind her.
"I accidently dropped a glass," she answered, leaning her body against the counter. The dizziness hadn't passed, and the room suddenly felt hot.
"Whoa, sweetheart…do you need to sit down?" Rick asked, walking over to inspect her. He placed his hand on her forehead. "You're a little warm. Do you feel faint?"
"Yeah, I got dizzy for a moment. It's probably my blood sugar or fatigue. It will pass," she smiled weakly.
"Are you sure?" he asked, worry evident on his face.
"Yes, I'm alright. I just need to lie down."
"Sure, go back to bed. I'll clean this up and bring you some water or maybe some tea?"
She kissed him sweetly. "Yeah, tea sounds good. I'll meet you in there. Don't take too long. I'm anxious to see how Tic's journey ends."
"Coming right up," he smiled.
Later that night, Michonne was awakened to Rick's soft lips kissing the nape of her neck and his hands running along her thigh as he pushed her nightgown up. She squirmed at his touch.
"Mmm, Mr. Grimes…you aren't tired of me yet?" she queried, turning to face him.
He tilted her chin up to capture her lips. "I'll never be tired of you. In fact, I can't get enough of you," he responded, softly kissing her and caressing her face.
She smiled and allowed him to lift her nightgown over her head, exposing her breasts. He slowly pulled her panties down her legs, gently biting her calf on the way, making her giggle. He reluctantly moved away from her, standing up to remove his clothing before joining her again. She welcomed him between her legs, clutching his curls and kissing him as he penetrated her.
"How can I ever get tired of this? You're the sweetest thing I know," he whispered before trailing wet kisses along her neck.
She wrapped her legs around him, moaning as he sank deeper. The room quickly filled with their lustful cries as they rocked together, completely overtaken by sheer pleasure.
Elaina stared at the laptop screen, tears trailing down her cheeks, her face twisting in anger and sorrow. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Her body felt heavy as she sat on the edge of her bed. Her face was hot, her heart felt like it would explode out of her chest at any moment, and still, she couldn't look away.
She watched as he caressed her body and passionately kissed her. He moved inside of her with such fervency, like he needed her to stay alive, like she was the best thing he had ever felt. She listened as the sound of their gasps, sighs, and tortured moans echoed through the device's speakers.
For a moment, Elaina closed her eyes and imagined it was her he was making love to. She thought about how he would feel inside of her, how his lips and hands would feel traversing her body. She hated that she kept torturing herself in this way. What had she expected to see?
Opening her eyes and looking back at the screen, she felt her despair growing. Soon, it would be too much to contain. She needed a release. She took the sharp razor blade off the nightstand and proceeded to slice the inside of her thigh. She gasped as the physical pain overtook her, replacing the emotional turmoil she was experiencing. She did it again, crying out as the blade ran across her skin. Slamming the laptop shut, she collapsed on the bed, contemplating how she would end this misery.
