Richonne (Short Love Stories) The Digits (Chapter 12)
A/N: Please forgive me for any typos, any grammatical errors as I was truly distracted while writing about this man's hands. This story is dedicated to alex3-11-13, shipnation, and cake-by-thepound.
Michonne hopes she's not being too obvious as she observes Rick giving orders to the men and women of the Safe Zone. Several of them have been recruited to help fortify the walls and dig trenches around those walls. It's all in defense of their new safe haven. The trenches will ensure that any walkers rambling up to the gates will stumble into the trench and be readily disposed of. Tyreese and Bob thought of it and Rick commended them on a well thought out plan.
She knows she's supposed to be doing something, but watching him bark out orders, his goal to get as much done as possible before they lose the daylight, is turning her on. The way he walks, those bowed legs encased in those jeans, drawing her attention for the 100th time. She watches as he raises his hands, explaining something to Daryl regarding the tower. Those lean, but strong and capable hands with the long fingers that she can just imagine herself….
"Pretty busy today, huh?"
Michonne jumps as Tara appears at her side. Geez I'm slipping. I gotta do better. "Yeah, they're trying to get those trenches dug around the entire community, so it's a pretty big job."
"The way your boo is handling them I'm sure they'll be done by the end of the week." Tara smiles as Michonne looks at her.
"My what?" She asks.
"Your boo. Everybody knows about you and Rick," Tara explains.
"And just what does everybody think they know?" Michonne returns.
"That you two have the hots for each other." Tara wiggles her eyebrows as she playfully elbows Michonne.
"Don't go starting rumors, Tara. Rick and I are just….friends. Really good friends," Michonne says.
"Yeah, ok. If you say so." Tara moves off, deciding to check with Rick to see where she is needed.
Michonne realizes that it's almost lunch time, so she makes her way home as she and Rick like to take this meal together when they are able. She leisurely prepares a couple of sandwiches and patiently waits for him to come through the front door. Carl is at school and Judith is at the makeshift daycare that Beth and Rosita are trying to pull together.
She smiles as she hears the front door open and close and the telltale click of the lock. Her anticipation is at an all-time high as Rick rounds the corner, a smile already plastered on his face.
"Do we get the entire hour today?" She asks.
"We can take two if we need it." He walks over to her and plants a kiss on her cheek while pulling her into his arms.
"Two hours? I wish. The entire community would be at the door, wondering where you are if you disappear for two hours," Michonne retorts.
"Ok. An hour it is then. Are we gonna waste it talking?" He lifts his eyebrows with the question.
Michonne laughs as she grabs his hand and they rush upstairs to her bedroom.
As soon as the door is closed and locked, she pulls Rick in for a passionate kiss, running her fingers through his hair, groaning as he pushes his tongue in her mouth.
Rick grabs her ass with a squeeze as he hungrily moves from her lips to latch on to her neck, placing small kisses and bites as he makes his way to her collarbone and shoulder.
Michonne grabs his ass in response and whispers in his ear. "I've been daydreaming about you all morning." She drops a hand to his package and caresses him gently through his jeans. "I never get enough of you."
Rick smiles, happy to know that he has a little power over her even if it doesn't compare to the power she has over him. He starts moving toward the bed, guiding her backward with his body. Her legs encounter the foot of the bed and he gives her a soft push, watching as she lands with an "umpfh". He reaches down and starts unbuckling her belt as she unzips her vest. In record time, she is spread before him in nothing but a purple bra and panties set. He unbuttons his shirt and hisses as Michonne's mouth comes into contact with his stomach.
Removing his shirt, he looks down as she is sitting up on the bed and tonguing his flesh as if he tastes like her favorite candy. His breathing is uneven and fast as his body is thrown into full arousal. He brings his hands to her shoulders, caressing her and relishing in the softness of her skin. He cups her face in his hands and bends down to capture her mouth with his.
Michonne groans loudly as Rick nibbles softly on her lips, then suckles her tongue, pulling it into his mouth as his hands travel to her breasts. She moves back slowly, grabbing his belt to pull him with her as she lounges back on the bed.
He continues to caress her breasts, covering both with his hands as he squeezes them and fingers her nipples through the material. He reaches behind her and unhooks her bra in one try as he has become somewhat of an expert at removing her clothes. His eyes glaze with desire as he zeroes in on her full, luscious breasts. He lowers his head to take one erect nipple into his mouth as he caresses the other with his hand.
Michonne is in heaven as Rick never fails to satisfy her in bed. She notices one long fingered hand kneading her breast and can't help herself as she grasps that hand with her own, pulling the member up to her face where she proceeds to suck on his fingers one at a time.
Rick's mind is practically blown as he stops what he's doing to witness Michonne taking his fingers into her mouth. He has never in his life had a woman suck on his fingers and damn she is turning him on more than ever.
She switches to the other hand to mimic the ministrations done to the first, guiding that first hand down to her womanly core. She rocks against him, holding his wrist, guiding him.
Rick snaps out of his brief trance and moves up on his knees, hooking his fingers into her panties and slowly pulling them down her legs to remove them. He looks eagerly at her glistening flesh, knowing that she is more than ready for him. "Tell me what you want."
Michonne rolls her hips as she spreads her legs for him. "You know what I want."
His lips turn up slowly into a smile. "Yeah, I know. I just like to hear you say it."
"I want your nice long fingers in me, fucking me until I scream your name," Michonne says breathlessly.
Rick doesn't hesitate to oblige her. He decides to give her a little show first as he stands up to remove his pants. He loves the way her eyes light up and dance at the sight of him, how she licks her lips like she just wants to gobble him up. He has never felt more wanted and desired in his life.
Michonne gasps in surprise as Rick places his hands at her hips and turns her toward him at the side of the bed, pulling her to the edge. He drops to his knees, teasing and nibbling his way up her thighs to her core, tonguing her as he fingers her opening.
"Please." Michonne begs as she lifts her hips, meeting his tongue and wanting to feel his fingers slip inside.
He takes her to the very edge, temporarily satisfied with the way her body is quivering. He admires everything about her figure as he starts kissing his way up to her stomach, her breasts, her neck. He lays down beside her, willing her eyes to meet his.
She looks over at him and hisses as he cups her sex and inserts one long digit. "Oh…" She closes her eyes, reveling in the way he makes her feel.
"Hey, look at me," Rick requests.
Michonne is such putty in his hands at this point that she is willing and ready to give him anything he wants. She opens her eyes, meeting his again, moving her hips as encouragement for him to move his hand.
He holds her gaze as he inserts another digit and starts to slowly move in and out, wanting to watch as she shatters with her orgasm. He loves the roll of her hips as she meets the thrusts of his hand, trying her best to keep her eyes on his. He goes in for the kill as he pulls a nipple into his mouth, suckling her as he pushes his fingers inside over and over again, the heel of his hand pressing against her sweet spot.
Michonne shrieks loudly as her body feels like it's shattering into tiny pieces. "Dammit, Rick!" She collapses back onto the bed, breathless and satisfied. "How can I go back to work after this?"
"We ain't done just yet," Rick reminds her.
She can't help it as she takes a look at his manhood, ready and waiting at full attention.
"I don't even get a teeny tiny break?" She asks
"You're done taking breaks. Remember?" He wraps an arm around her waist to align her body horizontally to his and enters her with one long sure stroke.