Richonne (Short Love Stories)

Let Me In (Chapter 2)

"So, it's ok to sneak into each other's rooms night after night and screw around, but it's not ok to kiss you in front of our family? It's not ok to let people know we're together?" Rick is angry as he questions Michonne, his voice a harsh whisper.

"Why do we always have to come back to this? It's not what you think," she answers.

"Then what is it? You know what? Never mind. Where were we?" He starts to kiss her neck, letting his hands roam to her bare breasts where he pinches her nipples a little too roughly.

Michonne gasps, but rolls with it, trying to capture his face with her hands to kiss him.

Rick avoids the kiss. "I'll give you what you really want." He reaches down and rips her lacy underwear from her body then grabs her wrists and places them above her head on the pillow.

Michonne is suddenly uncertain of his actions. She doesn't know if she should be turned on or a little afraid. Both emotions flow through her body as she feels him seeking entrance. He finally locks his eyes with hers as he enters her with one forceful thrust. Her gasp is twofold as she feels him impale her with much more force than he has ever used before and because his eyes are so cold and distant.

He continues to hold her wrists against the pillow as he moves in and out of her like a man on a mission.

She tries not to respond because she doesn't want Rick in this way, not like this. Her body is a traitor as slowly, but surely she starts to tingle all over. This act of lovemaking if that's what they are doing feels right and wrong all at the same time. She lifts her hips to meet him, intensifying the sparks shooting through her body, setting her on fire. She opens her eyes, hoping to see something different than before when she looked into those baby blues, but the distance is still there. The tears form as her orgasm hits her heavy and hard. She closes her eyes as the tears trickle down and she feels the ripple of her sex as it clutches his.

Rick continues to pump into her relentlessly, finding his release shortly after she had found hers. He rests for only a short time before removing himself from her body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his thoughts and emotions are running rampant, but he can't bring himself to voice them. He chooses to close himself off from her. Without one glance her way, he stands and walks into the bathroom.

Michonne sits up quietly, clutching the sheet to her body as the tears continue to come. She swipes at them angrily, feeling the coldness seep in without Rick by her side. This is normally the time they would cuddle and even sleep a little. He was just there with her, but he wasn't. She hears the shower come on and contemplates waiting in bed for him. They really need to talk. His cold, detached eyes flash in her memory, reminding her of what they had just shared. The end result was the same, but the journey was so different. Rick was different. She grabs her robe, putting it on and tying it as she scrambles out of the bed and returns to her room quietly.

Rick emerges from the bathroom to find his bed empty. His disappointment and relief are tangible. Disappointment because he really wants to talk things out with Michonne and relief because a part of him knows he won't be happy with her answers. He moves to sit on the bed, noticing a scrap of lacy material. He picks it up and realizes it's Michonne's underwear that he ripped from her body moments before. He drops his head with guilt, wondering what loving this woman was going to cost him.

Several days pass with the lovers practically avoiding each other. Carl notices that something is off, but trusts that his dad and Michonne will work out whatever is going on with them. Normally, Michonne walks to school with him before making her way to work. Today, she has decided to take the day off. His dad and Judy were already gone, so Carl assumed his dad knew this and proceeded to leave the house.

Hours later, Rick returns to the house to see if Michonne is there as she has yet to report to work. He takes a deep breath before making his way to her bedroom door. He reminds himself to check his anger at the door before raising his hand to knock firmly. He is not surprised when he doesn't receive an answer, so he twists the knob relieved that it's unlocked and walks in.

Michonne is lying in bed, a few articles of clothing and her backpack by her side. She locks eyes with him as he closes the door and walks further into the room.

"I got worried when you didn't show up for work. You alright?" He asks.

She sits up, folding her legs toward her body indian style. "No, I'm not alright. I may have ruined the relationship I have with my best friend because of the fears I have about letting people into my life. I've been up all night, thinking about the last few days. How we've been working together, but there's really no togetherness. That's my fault and I'm sorry."

Rick moves closer to her, but doesn't want to invade her space, so he remains standing. "Maybe I put too much pressure on you. I…." He stops as Michonne shakes her head.

"I'm to blame, Rick. I initiated the sex. I wanted it and when you wanted something more, I just…..froze. I don't want to lose you and maybe I thought that if I kept things a certain way between us that I could prevent that from happening. I've lost so much already, but I'm still here, I'm still fighting. I didn't give up. The problem with that is if I was to lose you or Carl or Judith, I would give up. I know that and that's why I've been keeping things at bay, but I don't have to do that. I can live. I can have a life and I can have that life with you if you still want me. I love you, Rick. If you want me to tell the world, I will. I just want…I need you." She waits for his response with baited breath.

He slowly makes his way to her. She turns to face him as he stands in between her legs, him looking down at her as she looks up at him. He cups her face in his hands and leans down to kiss her gently. "I love you, too. I've been in love with you for a while now and I'm willing to wait if you need more time. I just don't want to lose you." He looks pointedly at the clothes and the backpack behind her.

She knows what he's looking at and admits, "Yes, I thought about it. I was ready to run, but I'd be even more miserable, so I chose to swallow my pride and hoped you'd still have me."

"I'll always want you," he confesses as he begins to kiss her again. She leans back on the bed, pushing the clothes and backpack out of the way as she guides him to rest on top of her. She spreads her legs, cradling him, as she brings her knees up and locks her ankles at the small of his back.

He removes his work jacket and continues to kiss her. "I've missed you so much. I'm sorry for how I treated you the last time we were together. Can you forgive me?"

"All is forgiven, but you know how you can make it up to me…." She rolls her hips, grazing her sex against his. She can feel that he is more than ready to make love with her. They undress each other leisurely and spend the rest of the afternoon making love.

The next evening, the family is at Maggie and Glenn's for dinner. The food is plentiful, the atmosphere is jovial, and full of conversation. Michonne is seated next to Rick at the table. She reaches over, resting her hand on his thigh. He looks over at her, then places his hand atop hers, comforting her. They continue to stare into each other's eyes, then Michonne leans over and kisses him ever so gently on the lips. The conversation ceases almost immediately as the family witnesses the kiss.

"Well, bout damn time! Glenn, where's the wine? This deserves a toast," Daryl tells everyone.