The Truth About Nightmares Part III
Michonne smiles happily as Rick returns from yet another run. She almost hates to admit it but she is excited to see what he has brought for her this time around. For the last two weeks, he has been most attentive, practically spoiling her with small, simple gifts, opening doors for her…something she has missed from her old life and even preparing breakfast and dinner a couple of times per week. She can't help wondering if things would be like this with him all the time if they were to take the next step in their relationship.
She started drinking valerian tea to help her sleep as she couldn't ask Rick to come to her room and hold her each night no matter how much she wanted to. She is taken away from her thoughts as he walks up to her holding a book in each hand.
"Hey. I couldn't decide if you'd like the mystery or the romance more so I brought you both," he states with a smile.
She can't help the smile that lights up her face as her heart swells like it always does when he's around. "I just happen to like both," she says as she accepts them. "How is it that you know me so well?"
Rick grows serious as he looks at his best friend, connecting his eyes with hers. "I really don't know how to answer that. There's just this feeling I get when I think about you."
Her heart starts to beat erratically as they continue to gaze at each other with a little more intensity. She searches his face before dropping her eyes to his chest, noticing the increase in the way he is breathing. Her eyes find his again and they both lean towards each other.
"Hey Rick! Olivia's ready to do the weapons and ammo inventory!" Daryl shields his eyes against the sun as he looks at his two friends and wonders why they're just standing there.
Rick drops his head as he realizes that he and Michonne were in the middle of the street, oblivious to anything and everyone around them. He swallows nervously as he takes a deep breath and meets her eyes again. "I uh….wanted to help out with the inventory this time around, so I better head on over."
Michonne nods. "I'll see you at home." She gives him a nervous smile as she turns and walks toward the constable's office, wondering what just happened between them.
His eyes automatically drop to her ass and he watches until she disappears inside the office before making his way to the armory, ignoring Daryl's knowing look.
Later that night, they are both thankful for Carl's animated conversation at the dinner table. He is so entrenched in his own story telling that he doesn't notice how quiet his dad and Michonne are or the fact that they continue to steal glances at each other here and there.
The two find themselves doing the dishes together, a chore normally reserved for Carl but they obviously just wanted to be near each other. Rick washes while Michonne dries and they both listen as Carl reads a book to Judith.
The hour is well past midnight and Michonne is caught in the obscurity of a dream once again. Her own moans awaken her as she opens her eyes and looks around in confusion. Almost immediately the memory of the dream comes back to her and she finds herself blushing and a tad bit overheated. She pushes the linens aside as she makes her way out of bed and down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a drink of water. Maybe that will serve to cool her down and calm her down.
She pulls a bottle of water from the refrigerator and downs some of the liquid quickly. She takes a deep breath as she contemplates going back to her room, eyeing the stairs thoughtfully. She shakes her head and makes a beeline for the living area, taking a seat on the couch and propping her feet up on the table. She burrows down, trying to relax as visions of her dream float around in her head. Rick bare chested and standing at the foot of her bed. Rick crawling towards her. Rick's hands on her thighs. Rick's lips on her thighs as his hands glide against her, pushing her nightshirt up towards her breasts.
She yelps as Rick plops down on the couch beside her. She didn't even sense his approach she was so ensconced in the memories of her dream. She clutches her chest as she closes her eyes with a shiver. "Geez! You scared me."
"Sorry. I thought I heard you moving about and decided to investigate. You didn't see me?" He asks.
She looks over at him, taking in his brown t-shirt, striped blue boxers, and bare feet. "No. I didn't see you." Her eyes linger on his thighs as she desperately tries not to move her gaze up a little higher.
"What are you doing down here? Another bad dream?"
Michonne takes a deep breath. "Something like that."
He wraps an arm around her, giving her a light squeeze. "I thought they were getting better."
"They are…..sort of," she answers as she looks down at her hands folded in her lap.
"You remember what I told you right? That I'd never do anything to hurt you?" He rests his head against the couch as he looks at her, waiting for her response.
She nods slowly. "I remember." Her eyes search his face and she realizes how bad she wants to kiss him.
His eyes drop to her lips. "Let me show you." He leans in ever so gently, giving her the opportunity to meet him or pull away. He reaches forward and takes hold of her hair, twirling the locs between his fingers.
She leans forward just a fraction, her chest rising up and down rapidly, matching his. She swallows nervously as he continues to minimize the space between them and places his lips softly against hers.