Richonne (Short Love Stories) Friend Zone (Chapter 11)
"So, you really want to do this?" Michonne asks, looking at Rick as he lounges on the couch.
"Don't you?" He asks.
"Yes. I guess I'm just afraid of the unknown but if we agree that this will be a one-time thing then we should be ok, right?" She offers.
"We're adults. We know what we want and what's best for us, so we're doing the right thang. We get rid of the tension and everything's fine." Rick is sure of their plan.
"Friday night good for you? Maggie will take the kids so we'll have all night." Michonne can barely contain her excitement. She's not sure if their plan will work, but she was willing to give it a try.
Rick smiles. "Friday night it is."
Friday night arrives and their plans are falling into place. Maggie and Glenn are taking care of Carl and Judith for the night, so Michonne and Rick have the house to themselves and the remainder of the night is theirs to do whatever they want.
They decided to treat their decision like a date, both trying to recreate something they may have done before the world turned into a cesspool. Rick is wearing his best dress shirt with a pair of khakis Michonne insisted he take since she found them on a run and thought it was something he needed. She also found him a new pair of boots, but he's so used to his old ones that he has yet to wear the new pair.
She is dressed in a nice, form fitting dress with capped sleeves. She decided to put her hair up in a bun as Rick has only seen it like that once before. She smiles as they meet in the hallway, him emerging from his room across the hall just as she is emerging from hers. Their dinner date is set for 7 pm and they are both prompt.
He offers her his arm, complimenting her beauty. She loops her arm with his, commenting on how nice he looks as they descend the stairs to the kitchen area.
"It would be so nice if we had someone to serve us. I think it would feel more like a real date then," she observes.
"This is just fine."
Michonne prepared everything beforehand, so all they had to do was set up in the dining area and start eating. Rick is most helpful as they both set the table and he pours the wine. Moments later, they are seated and eating as the conversation begins to flow.
They talk about the usual things….Carl and Judith, adjusting to their new life in the safe zone, things happening outside the walls. Moments later, they both observe each other's plates, realizing that they've been doing more talking than eating.
"Can I be honest?" Michonne begins.
"Always." Rick tells her.
"It's kind of hard pretending like I'm interested in eating this food and talking about the safe zone when all I want to do is kiss you." She smiles as Rick actually blushes.
"Since we're being honest….I can't wait to see what you have on underneath that dress. You know, we can always eat later," he suggests.
They both place their napkins over their plates, push their chairs back and meet by the side of the table facing the kitchen area.
Their eyes searching one another, both unbelieving that this moment is going to happen between them. He leans forward and kisses her lightly. Michonne exhales as she opens her mouth to get a better taste of him, stepping closer.
He wraps his arms around her waist as their kiss deepens and he starts to explore her mouth with his tongue, tilting his head at an angle. He feels her hands as they snake around to his back, pressing him to her. He can't wait to kiss her all over, but he knows he has to make a suggestion first.
He pulls back from their kiss to look into her eyes. "Michonne, it's been a while for me, so this first one may be a little quick. I'm going to satisfy you if it takes all night, but I gotta be up front about this."
"It's ok. It's been a while for me, too. If it's ok with you, I say let's just get this first one out of the way before we explode."
That was all the encouragement Rick needed as he grabs her hand, walking towards the staircase. He looks back as Michonne detains him. She turns her back to him and points toward her zipper. She closes her eyes as Rick places one hand at her hip while the other slowly lowers her zipper. She wiggles out of her dress, allowing it to drop to the floor, revealing a lacy bra and panties set. She is more than satisfied when she faces him again to see his eyes glued to her body.
He swallows visibly as she starts to unbutton his shirt, leaving it on and open, revealing his chest. Her hand grazes him lightly as she unbuckles his pants, pushing them down until they pool around his ankles. He steps out of them as she takes his hand and leads him into the kitchen.
She is smooth and quiet as she jumps onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs and pulling him in between them. She starts to kiss him again and Rick shudders as she grabs his hand and places it at her core. "I'm so ready for you."
He moves a finger inside her panties and groans when he encounters her moisture. "I can't wait any longer."
"Then don't."
He doesn't take the time to remove his underwear or hers. He grasps his manhood through the slit of his boxers, moves her panties to the side and dives in. He feels her breath on his ear as she gasps with his entry, bringing her knees up to his waist.
"Oh, Rick….yes, I've wanted you for so long," she confesses.
Rick is speechless as her tightness envelopes him unlike anything he has felt before. He doesn't move, just drops his head to her shoulder, afraid he will explode at any second. He silently coaches himself, trying his best to hold on as he doesn't want the appearance of an untried youth.
"Are you ok?" She asks, wondering why he hasn't moved.
He pulls back, looking into her eyes as words continue to fail him.
Michonne gives him a sweet smile as she understands everything he is feeling with just a deep look shared between them. She places a hand on his cheek as she brings her lips to his, kissing him as she moves her hips against him.
He gives in as he knows what she wants. He begins to move with her, reveling in their intimacy. Not long after that, he feels his body ready to explode. "I can't...hold out…any longer. I…just…can't."
"It's ok. Just don't stop moving. Keep moving. I'm….almost…..oooh, yes, I'm there. I'm there." She breathes heavily as they rock against each other and she feels Rick's release, his member pulsating inside of her just as she begins to fall apart with her own orgasm.
Their breathing slowly comes back to normal as they share a look and both reward each other with goofy, love struck smiles.
"That was amazing." Rick is in total awe of his friend, never knowing that making love with her would be so incredible. He knew he would enjoy it but nothing in his imagination even came close to what he just experienced and they hadn't even truly explored each other yet.
Michonne runs her fingers through his curls, nodding her head in agreement. "Yes, it was." She bites her bottom lip, watching him with much appreciation in her eyes. "How long before round 2?"
He laughs as he lifts her from the counter, her legs automatically circling his waist, and moves up the stairs to her bedroom where they stay for the remainder of the night.
The next morning, Michonne is sore from all the loving Rick gave her the night before and well into the am hours, but she doesn't utter one complaint as he is moving in and out slowly from behind. This man is a beast, she thinks to herself. She also realizes that they have already broken their agreement. They agreed on one night of passion and it is clearly the next day as the sun is shining brightly and gleamingly through the curtain panels.
She relents and decides to savor the moment as she knows she won't get this from him again. She gasps as he reaches down to her core, fingering her expertly, knowing that he can drive her to an orgasm with his touch alone. She can't remain on her knees as her body erupts for the 10th time. She can't be sure as she lost count after her fifth orgasm. She collapses onto her stomach, gasping with every thrust as Rick only followed her down, never breaking their connection.
He groans with every push, unable to believe that each time is better than the last. He drives in one final time, his hips rocking against her as his body shatters with his release. Eventually, he moves to the side of her, hating to disconnect their bodies as her warmth is beyond description. He cradles her back to his front, trying to catch his breath.
She turns to face him. "So, we're ok, right? We can just go back to normal after this?"
He looks away as the injustice of what he agreed upon comes to the forefront of his mind. "Yeah. Just like we agreed."
Two weeks have passed and it has been business as usual in the Grimes' home. Rick and Michonne have kept to their agreement, although secretly they both want to have sex again. They just don't voice it as they are both sure that the other wants to stick to their agreed upon plan to remain in the friend zone.
Rick's eyes pop open as he awakes from another erotic dream featuring Michonne. He groans loudly as his body is screaming for release. A release he knows he can achieve on his own, but can't help thinking how much better it would feel buried in her warmth. Why the hell did I ever agree to this freaking plan he asks himself. Because it's what she wanted and I always give her what she wants he answers himself.
Unbeknownst to him, Michonne is having a restless night as well. She sighs heavily, considering the use of her hand to pleasure herself, but that isn't working for her at this point. She needs Rick. She just doesn't know how to go about broaching the subject with him. She should've known that this would blow up in her face. She even thought about possibly showing interest in someone else, but someone else isn't who she wants. She can now freely admit to herself that her heart belongs to Rick Grimes.
The following week, the two of them are riding along with Sasha, Bob, Maggie, and Glenn on a much needed supply run. They usually don't go on runs together as they agreed a long time ago that one of them would stay behind to ensure that the kids would have one of them in case anything ever went wrong. It may be a morbid way of thinking, but it was their reality. The two of them recognized a certain need in the other as their reasoning for going on the run is two-fold. First and foremost, the supplies are needed and secondly, they both have some pent up frustration to release. What better way than going on a run and possibly encountering some walkers that need dispensing.
They come upon the first small town they need to inspect for the supplies they need. The couples branch off separately to cover more ground in less time. They agree to meet back at the van in one hour.
Rick and Michonne first visit what appears to be a former convenience store. A lot of items have been picked over as it looks like the place has been hit a couple of times, but they find some things that may be useful. Michonne is pleasantly surprised to find what few books they had seemed to be intact, so she starts perusing them, looking for something that both she and Carl will enjoy.
Rick observes her from a short distance away. He can't help checking her out as he is completely enthralled by her. He admires her profile, taking in her long lashes, framing beautiful doe-like eyes that he continuously gets lost in, her pert nose, her luscious lips. She smiles as something she is reading amuses her, revealing impressive white teeth. She's wearing her vest with a purple tank underneath, her toned arms exposed for his perusal. His eyes travel to the curve of her breasts, her tiny waist, the sliver of skin on display right above her studded belt. Her black pants hug her curves in all the right places, tightly encasing her perfectly rounded ass, her thighs, her calves. He licks his lips and closes his eyes as he feels the sweat pouring down his face. He shakes his head to clear it and quickly returns his concentration to the task at hand.
Michonne tosses the last book in her bag and moves off in search of more supplies. She comes up on the feminine hygiene section and almost groans as her eyes hone in on a box of condoms. That only prompts her to seek out her object of desire…Rick Grimes. She zeroes in on him at the front of the store, checking the outside to ensure things are still clear. He's wearing that ratty tight brown t-shirt she loves so much and his black jeans. Her eyes focus on the back of his curly head, wanting so badly to run her fingers through his hair. She moves down to his broad back, his lean waist, his barely there tush, but she knows what's underneath and isn't disappointed in the slightest. He turns around at that precise moment and her eyes take in the slight bulge at the front of his pants. She doesn't even care that he has caught her staring as her eyes appreciate how his gun belt drapes his waist, python on one side, machete on the other. She travels upward to his flat stomach, his pecs as they seem to stand at attention just for her, his neck, his lips, his nose, and finally those deep blue eyes.
They both recognize the hunger in the other and Rick refuses to hold back anymore. He starts to walk toward her, slowly.
She flinches as she takes in his bowlegged gait and his narrow hips. She drops the bags in her hands as Rick arrives to stand directly in front of her. They continue to stare at each other intensely before Rick closes the slight distance between them by pulling her in for a kiss.
Her body floods with passion as Rick delves inside with his tongue. She moans as she wraps her arms around his neck and surrenders everything to the kiss.
Rick can't help but do what he has been itching to do for weeks. He grabs her ass and grinds against her, never breaking their kiss. He groans as he feels his body awakening, his jeans getting tighter and tighter. He breaks the kiss to gain some control over his reaction to her. "We can't. Not here. Not now."
Michonne takes a step back from him, needing the space to pull herself together. "I know. The mission comes first, but just so we're clear. This agreement is done for, right?"
"What agreement?" He asks with a small tilt of his head and a smile.
She returns the smile. "In that case, my room tonight as soon as Carl and Judith are asleep."
They meet the others back at the van at the allotted time and move on to their next location.
Later that night, Michonne is beyond aroused as she recalls what she and Rick shared weeks ago, knowing they would be making love again. She spends a full ten minutes debating on whether to greet him completely nude or in a cute skimpy nightie. Her sense of propriety wins out and she decides to put on the nightie.
Disbelief accurately describes her expression as she is awaken by Rick caressing her arm. I fell asleep she thinks to herself. I guess the excitement and today's activities exhausted me more than I thought.
"Hey, if you need to rest, we can…" He laughs as Michonne pops up.
"No, I'm fine. Really," she assures him.
"In that case, can I do what I've been dreaming about for the last three weeks?"
She nods slowly anticipating what he has in mind. She gasps as his hands circle her ankles gently, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He groans as her nightie rides up to reveal that she is completely nude underneath. His hands move up to her thighs, spreading them as he goes down on his knees. His eyes feast upon her hungrily as he lowers his head and starts to pleasure her with his tongue.
Over an hour later, they are lying in each other's arms, content and satiated. She laces her fingers with his and kisses his chest softly. She can't recall ever feeling this happy with anyone, especially with the consideration of what was awaiting them outside the safety of the Safe Zone's walls.
"So what does this mean for us?" He asks. "We can't say we're just friends anymore. This is much more than that. At least it is for me."
"Me, too." She agrees. "Were we just fooling ourselves when we said we'd get it out of our systems and go back to being friends?"
"I guess so. I should've known that wasn't going to work, but I had only one thing on my mind and that obviously wasn't the best time to be making decisions about us."
Michonne laughs as she is in total agreement with his assessment.
"I wanted to deny it, but I guess there's no point anymore." Their eyes connect, his cool blue to her warm brown. "I'm in love with you, Michonne. I don't know when. I don't know where. I just woke up and realized it one day. I'll understand if you don't feel the same way. I'm willing to wait if that's what it takes. I want you in my life in all ways."
"You don't have to wait. I'm in love with you, too. Have been for a while. Just wasn't sure how you felt exactly or maybe I was in denial as well." She bites her bottom lip nervously. "I can't imagine my life without you. Not now, so it's good that we're on the same page."
Rick nods in agreement before giving her a soft gentle kiss and whispering "Good night." She bids him good night as well, both so content to be together that it's only minutes before they are both sound asleep.