Richonne (Short Love Stories) No Attachments (Chapter 27)
A/N: This is a sequel to Do You (Scenario I). Hope you enjoy.
Michonne smiles, listening to Rick pant her name over and over again as she pushes up onto her knees and moves up, then down on his manhood repeatedly. She grinds against him slowly, moving her hips in a circular motion. She grabs his hands and smacks them soundly against her ass, satisfied when he squeezes tight and holds on for dear life.
"How does it feel, Rick, huh? Tell me. How does it feel?" She asks in between breaths.
He groans, closing his eyes and rolling his head against the pillow. "So fucking good. Unbelievably good." He hisses as she clenches around him. He opens his eyes to glare at her as she knows how crazy that drives him. It makes him want to freaking scream.
She can't believe she is about to orgasm already. She looks down at Rick, thinking how the sex just keeps getting better and better with him. She gasps as the sensation rolls through her body and her sex pulls at his intensely. She throws her head back with a loud groan, trying her best to keep grinding against him as the feeling is so overwhelmingly pleasant.
Rick takes that as his que as he effortlessly flips her over onto her back and slides into her welcoming core, shuddering as her warmth envelopes him. He drapes her legs over his forearms and goes as deep as he can, satisfied with her low, throaty moan. He moves slowly, wanting to prolong this for hours if possible. He never gets enough of being with her.
She grasps at his thighs, her nails scraping against him. "Oh…..oh…"
"Say it," he pants as he drives into her with a little more force.
"Rick….."
"No. Say it. I want to hear you say it." When she doesn't comply, he stops and looks down at her.
She returns his gaze, her eyes questioning him as she wiggles her hips in an attempt to get him to move again.
He remains immobile, willing to wait her out.
She sighs heavily. "Fuck me….please."
He tilts his head. "Well since you said please." He slams into her, drawing an audible gasp.
She thought she preferred the soft and gentle lovemaking, but Rick Grimes loves her so good that she gets off no matter if he is slow and gentle or fast paced and rough. Tonight he wants to be rough and she is loving it.
He releases her legs, dropping his chest to hers as he wraps his arms around her and holds her tightly. He continues to move, pushing into her over and over again.
A feeling of total consumption overtakes her as he is affecting all five of her senses at the same time. She can smell him as the scent of his cologne and shampoo drift to her, she can hear him as he is right by her ear, panting heavily as their bodies work in unison, she is touching him as she is holding him just as tightly as he is holding her, she can see him as she loves to look down and watch his ass pump up and then down, and most of all, she can taste him as his seed from their first session of the night still lingers in her mouth. She can feel him from her head all the way down to her toes as what he is invoking at her core is spreading sensations to every nerve ending in her body.
He lifts his head to look into her eyes and she gets so lost in them that she has to close her eyes against the emotion she detects.
Pressing her cheek against his shoulder, she holds on as he takes her on yet another incredible journey. Her groans grow louder as she feels the tiny sparks clamor throughout her body as she begins to release.
I love you. I love you so much. Her eyes pop open in a panic as she comprehends the words she just spoke in her head about Rick. The more he drives into her, the more she wants to shout it out loud. Feeling she is unable to control what might come tumbling out of her mouth, she bites into his shoulder as she continues to rock against him, riding out her orgasm.
She is so thankful when she feels him stiffen, an indication that he has reached his peak. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. She needed to disconnect from him so she could clear her head and start thinking logically.
As expected, he goes into cuddle mode immediately afterwards, holding her closely by his side. Not much later, she can feel him relax as he falls asleep, giving her time to reflect on their relationship and her new revelation.
Six months earlier, she and Rick met through mutual friends and made a connection instantaneously. They were both divorced and the fact that neither of them wanted to marry again is what prompted their friends to set up an introduction.
Michonne was glad Rick was on the same page as her because her attraction to him was strong and evident. They agreed to start seeing each other, but strictly as friends who like to do more than friendship type things every now and again. Every now and again has turned into once a week, either on his weekend without his son or during the week when he is not available on the weekend.
She knew from the first night that they had a lot in common and that he was easy to talk to, but she made it clear….no attachments. He agreed.
She turns to watch him as he sleeps, wondering when she could have possibly fallen for him. She sighs heavily and looks up at the ceiling. This is so bad. This cannot be happening.
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The week passes by, uneventful as usual, and Michonne wonders what excuse she can give Rick for not seeing him this weekend. She has always made herself available which may be why she is in the predicament she finds herself in. She needs to put some distance between them, so she sends him a text telling him that something came up and she has to visit her parents for the weekend. She hates lying as she feels it always comes back to haunt her, so she immediately calls her mom and makes plans to visit home.
She knows she is running scared and hasn't run from anything or anyone in her life, but she has to be truthful when it comes to Rick Grimes. He scares the crap out of her as she realizes that she would change her game plan of no attachments just for him. Shit.
Rick sits at his desk, frowning as he reads Michonne's text message. He realizes how much he's going to miss her and immediately relays that in a return message. He regrets it as soon he hits the send button as he shouldn't be saying those types of things. She made it abundantly clear what the nature of their relationship would be, but he brushes it off. I'm only being truthful.
He concludes that something may be amiss as she cancels on him Wednesday night, citing drinks with her co-workers. He has no clue how to address this situation as they agreed no strings or keeping tabs on each other. All he can do is sit back and let the chips fall where they may.
He reflects on the last six months and surmises that he has never been happier. Of course, he wanted more but didn't want to scare her off, so he kept those feelings to himself. He shakes his head pensively and opts to order pizza and watch a basketball game on TV.
Michonne is missing Rick something awful and needs to utilize all of her willpower not to reach out to him or jump into her car and drive to King's County tonight. She needs a distraction and what better way to distract yourself from a man than with another man. She smiles at the guy who's been checking her out from the bar.
Moments later, he sends a drink to her table and she gladly accepts.
The next night she is on a date with Lawrence Felding and wondering why she ever agreed to this. He is an attorney, so that's one thing they have in common. He is also extremely attractive, but she finds herself comparing him to Rick. Something she knows is completely unorthodox. She keeps glancing at her phone, wondering why Rick hasn't called her. For some reason, she thought he would have reached out to her by now. She realizes that would only complicate the situation, but she actually misses his voice. She misses him. What is he thinking? Is he missing me? Maybe the no attachments arrangement is working seamlessly for him.
Rick is sitting in his living room, nursing his second beer, and watching his cell phone, willing it to ring. He wants so badly to hear Michonne's voice, to see her, but irrevocably realizes that he has to play this cool. He needs to leave the ball in her court so to speak. He scrubs his face with his free hand, wondering what he may have ensconced himself in as he realizes this woman already has his heart. He questions whether he will ever have hers.
Lawrence is escorting Michonne to her car after dinner, asking if he will see her again.
She cringes inwardly. "That would be nice. I…." She stops as she feels his hand at her elbow. She allows him to pull her toward him and place a light kiss on her cheek. She gives him a slight smile and he takes it as encouragement as he leans further in and covers her mouth with his. An image of a smiling Rick, crinkles by his dancing blue eyes, flashes in her memory and she immediately regrets everything she has done for the past two weeks.
"I….I'm sorry, Lawrence. I really should have been honest with you, but there is someone else. I'm really sorry." She climbs into her car and drives straight to King's County.
She stands on the porch, wondering for the 100th time what she is doing, but she has come this far, so she may as well go for it. She rings the doorbell and knocks soundly on the door. She tries to wait patiently but can't. Just as she is about to knock again, the porch light pops on and Rick slowly opens the door.
"Michonne? What is it? What's wrong?" He asks, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
He's so adorable. She takes in his bare chest and how low his pajama pants are riding. "Can I…..come in?"
He steps back immediately, apologizing. "I'm not fully awake yet." He watches as she walks by him, taking in the nice, lacy black dress and strappy heels.
She turns to face him as he closes and locks the door. Her emotions overwhelm her as she realizes how much she has missed him. She allows them to guide her as she tosses her purse on the sofa and walks over to him. "I missed you," she says before pressing her lips against his and placing her hands at his shoulders.
Rick wants so badly to give in, but realizes what he must do. He places his hands on her biceps and gently pushes her away from him. "No. I can't do this."
Michonne blinks rapidly, not sure she heard him correctly. "What?"
"I'm not doing this anymore." He steps further away from her. "This arrangement isn't working for me."
She didn't think her heart could race any faster, but she has just proven herself wrong. "If this is about the last two weeks, I was just busy….with work and some other….." She trails off as Rick gives her a look, letting her know he doesn't believe her.
"I didn't ask for any explanations. It's fine. You told me what this was from the beginning. You also told me that if either of us changed our minds, we could walk away….no hard feelings, remember?"
Michonne nods, her words coming back to mock her. "So what happens if I have changed my mind, but I don't want to walk away?"
Rick frowns. "What?"
"I know I said no attachments, that we'd only be sex partners or whatever, but somewhere along the way that changed. I do want the attachments and I want to be attached to you." Michonne watches him closely, unsure of putting her heart on the line again but this happened for a reason and she'd rather know if this was worth all the trouble rather than running away and never knowing.
"Are you sure about that?" He asks.
She nods.
"How do you know?" He continues.
"Huh?"
"How do you know you want to be attached to me?" Rick is loving watching her squirm just a bit. She's not so sure of herself and he likes that she is allowing herself to be vulnerable to him. It reveals to him that she does feel something for him, something strong.
She closes her eyes as she swallows nervously. You can tell him and hope for the best or you can walk away and never know the potential of this relationship. "I know….I want to be attached to you because I…..because I'm in love with you."
His heart swells and pumps even more anxiously as her words seem to surround him and envelope him in the warmest embrace he has ever felt. He nods slowly. "Well, that sure is a relief."
"Relief?" She looks at him curiously.
"Yes, a relief. Because I'm in love with you, too."
She's not sure what she was even afraid of as she looks into his eyes and all the answers to her questions are right there. Why didn't I recognize this before?
She steps to him, placing a hand over his heart. "I really missed you." She leans in and kisses his chest softly.
Rick welcomes her touch, bringing his hands up to gently grasp at the ends of her locs hanging against her breasts. He brushes her chest, knowingly, then brings his hands up, one going to the back of her head to pull her in for a kiss.
Their mouths open against each other, their tongues colliding over and over again. What they are feeling is urgent and primal as Rick lowers her to the floor gently, his hand resting in the middle of her back.
She watches as he pushes her dress up and snatches her thong away from her body before burying his face in between her thighs. She cries out as she feels his tongue at her core. She loves this act with him, the way he makes her feel, but she needs all of him, she needs to feel him fill her. "Rick….Rick please. I need you. I want you to fuck me."
He looks up with a smile, realizing he didn't have to coax her to say it this time. He pushes his pajama bottoms down and enters her with one quick thorough thrust.
They both close their eyes with the connection having missed each other more than they imagined. Their bodies move together frantically, seeking completion.
I love you. I love you. Michonne is repeating those three words over and over again in her head. She realizes she doesn't have to keep it to herself any more. She grabs his face, searching his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you, too" he says before he leans in and captures her lips with his.