The Doctor Needs A Fix (Part III)

Rick rings the doorbell at precisely 7 o'clock, admiring the exquisitely decorated high rise apartment building. He'd considered this area after the divorce but decided to purchase a house because of Carl. The door is pulled open and she greets him with a smile. He quickly returns her smile and although he fights it, his eyes rove down then back up and he completely forgets what he was about to say, her form fitting purple dress grasping all of his attention.

"You wanna come in for a few minutes?" She asks politely, allowing her eyes to peruse him as well.

He nods slowly, clearing his throat as his mouth had gone suddenly dry. "Yes thank you." He remembers the flowers and holds them up for display. "These are for you."

She accepts them gratefully and feels a slight tingle as her fingers contact his in the exchange. "These are beautiful. Thank you. I just have to get my purse."

He nods in agreement, curiously looking around her apartment. The décor is simple but exquisite.

She places the wrapped bouquet on a nearby table, grabs her purse, and announces that she is ready. She watches attentively as he kindly opens the door for her, the light weight jacket hanging on his frame very nicely. She looks down and holds in a smile as she admires the brown cowboy boots. She recalls watching him walk away from her yesterday to return to the meeting, his bow legged gait enhancing the attraction she was already harboring.

He tries his best not to stare at her boobs or her ass but everything is popping in that dress and he already knows he is going to have a hard time concentrating on this date. Their eyes connect as they wait for the elevator and he is floored once again by her beauty and reminded that getting into her panties is only part of the deal he wants.

They arrive at the restaurant promptly and Michonne is most impressed that he was able to get a reservation on such short notice. She reminds herself that he is a doctor and wonders if this is a common occurrence for him. They are seated straightaway and although she plans to enjoy this night thoroughly, she can't help wondering about his reason for referring her to another doctor. He told her he'd be truthful with her over dinner. She bides her time patiently as he orders them a bottle of wine.

The waiter exits with a promise to return shortly. They look over the menu, stealing glances at each other every few seconds.

"Is the restaurant ok?" He asks.

"It's excellent. I've been here several times and I've always enjoyed myself. You?"

"It's been a while but my experiences here were pleasant ones," he answers.

The waiter reappears with the wine, serves them, and takes their orders. They return the menus and Rick watches her closely, knowing that she is ready to hear what he promised to reveal. He just hopes he doesn't come across as a pervert and she decides to leave.

He clears his throat, baffled by how nervous she makes him. "So you said you've been working for Dale for six months? Where were you before?"

"I was working and living in Atlanta. I'd been there for several years and decided I needed a change."

"I've thought about relocating several times but I love it here. Plus I wouldn't like being away from my son."

"You have a son?"

He nods. "Yes. Carl's 10."

Hearing that he has a son immediately brings to mind that the son has a mother. She scans his fingers quickly but surmises that doesn't truly mean anything. "Are you married?"

His eyes pop with surprise. "No. I'm divorced."

"Oh. Me too." She pauses. "So about the referral?"

"Yeah that…..well the truth is….I've been a practicing physician for 13 years now and in all that time I've never been attracted to a patient. Not until you. That day you came in for your exam….well it was something I'd never experienced before and I felt it was best that you see another doctor in the future."

"Because doctors aren't supposed to date their patients?" She asks.

"Something like that," he admits.

The proverbial ice has been broken and they both feel they can move forward with getting to know each other. She knows the reasoning behind the referral and didn't run for the nearest exit so he concludes that she is actually interested in him too. She appreciates his honesty and the fact that he showed vulnerability. This is going to be a great night she thinks to herself.

Dinner ends all too soon and they find themselves back at Michonne's apartment. She invites him in for a drink although they had a bottle of wine earlier and he readily accepts. She kicks off her heels and moves into the kitchen, placing her purse and keys on the counter.

He follows behind slowly, still admiring her tantalizing figure. He watches as she retrieves some wine glasses and pours a nice dark red for the both of them.

"Should we make a toast?" She asks.

"To what?"

"Our next date," she states boldly.

The smile he exhibits reaches his eyes as he lifts his glass. "To our next date."

They both grow quiet as they gaze at each other longingly. His hungry glance at her mouth has her observing his, wondering what he'd taste like.

"Can I…..I'd like to kiss you," he admits.

"Ok."

They put their glasses aside and watch each other closely before moving forward. He leans in slowly and captures her lips with his for a lengthy lip to lip kiss. He rears back slightly then moves in for more, lifting a hand to her cheek as they connect again.

She places a hand at a shoulder and inches closer, fighting the urge to pull him flush against her. She tilts her head and opens her mouth as he opens his, inviting him in and loving the flavor of the wine on his tongue.

The sensual exploration grows frantic as other body parts are awakened like they'd never been utilized before. They come together in a soft crush as his arms encircle her waist and her arms drape his shoulders. They break apart and his lips find her neck, sucking anxiously as he presses her to him.

She moves a hand into his short curls, loving the soft texture as she throws her head back, his lips at her neck sending shivers all the way down to her toes.

He hugs her tightly, struggling to gain control of his body. He keeps his mouth on her as he whispers, "I should go."

"Do you have to?" She can't believe she said that but she really doesn't want him to leave.

His eyes find hers and he can read them perfectly. His body is roaring to claim hers but he knows this can't be treated frivolously. "Are you sure?"

"Are you?"

"I…." He shakes his head sadly. "I don't have any protection."

She sighs, knowing they should act responsibly. "Me either."

"I guess that decides it then."

She gasps as she recalls she just might have something. "Can you wait here for just a moment?"

He agrees and watches as she makes a quick departure. She arrives in her bedroom, switching on the light and moves directly to the adjoining bathroom. She finds herself on all fours, searching through her lower cabinets, moving items from one side to the other in her quest to find what she thinks she might have. She reaches to the very back and retrieves a small dusty box and smiles as she recognizes the coveted contraceptives. She purchased the box of condoms after her divorce was final which was over 2 years ago.

She closes her eyes and offers up a prayer as she looks at the expiration date. She sighs in sincere relief when she sees they are still good. She makes her way back to Rick, swiping the dust off the box as best as she is able. She holds it up with a smile.

He returns the smile but his stomach drops slightly at the sight of the box and all sorts of questions start to flit through his mind. Does she do this type of thing all the time? Why else would she have a box of condoms? She didn't seem to remember she even had them. He accepts the box, noticing the remnants of dust and the fact that it remained unopened. He almost hates to admit it but he's ecstatic to know that she hadn't even used them. Not one. He quickly looks at the expiration date and concludes that they are good to go.

A/N: Part IV is on the way. Thanks.