Richonne (Short Love Stories) Out of Order (Bonus Scene)
A/N: This is by request for sleepywitchysamurai.
Rick can't believe she is making him do this. He thought he would be able to do this at home and just meet her and deliver it later. During his research, he must have failed to read the part where the sperm has to enter at body temperature otherwise it is not viable. He is envisioning an Olympic relay team where he hands off the deposit and waits to see if they make it to the finish line or not.
He looks around her powder room because this cannot be described as a typical bathroom. Not with the floor to ceiling shelves, the built in vanity, the claw foot bathtub and the separate shower large enough for four or five people. He loves how she has incorporated antique and modern amenities.
He sits back on the purple chaise lounge, trying to get comfortable which is almost impossible knowing she is in the next room, waiting. He laughs as he notices the girlie magazines on the wooden stand by the lounge. Really Michonne? He rolls his eyes as he places the collection cup on the stand, unscrewing the top. He sighs as he unbuttons his pants and frees himself to get the process started.
Conjuring up the latest skin flick he witnessed doesn't seem to be doing the trick. He looks to the ceiling again and closes his eyes, trying to concentrate. After a few seconds, his eyes are open again and he's wondering if he will be able to go through with it. He looks around the bathroom once more, taking in all the lotions and oils, envisioning Michonne seated at her vanity and lathering her skin after a nice long hot shower. His eyes scan over to the bathtub, an image of her neck deep in bubbles making him sigh as he lowers a hand to his lengthening and thickening member.
He wraps his hand around himself and slowly starts to work it up and down, moving his thumb in a circular motion. He looks over at the shower where he imagines Michonne standing there naked, the water running in rivulets down her body, making him lick his lips. That image stays with him as he closes his eyes and drops his head back on the lounge.
She stands in front of the glass door where he can see her perfectly. She licks her lips as she slowly brings her hands up to her breasts, squeezing them gently before taking a nipple between two fingers and rolling them. She throws her head back as she caresses herself. Next, she eases her hand down to the barely there patch of curls between her legs. She slams one hand against the glass while the other seeks her core, spreading her legs boldly. Her eyes bore right into him as she starts to work her hand below, her lips parted.
Rick is working frantically to reach release as he keeps the image of Michonne pleasuring herself in his head. He can't believe how aroused he is, his heart racing, his breathing short and fast. He feels the orgasm start to roll through him as he continues to pump. He grabs the cup just in time and quickly makes a deposit, working himself until he gets every drop. He grabs the syringe off the heating pad and fills it, then grabs a towel to clean himself, hastily stuffing himself back into his pants before he rushes to the door, holding the syringe in his hand. He thought he would have to call out to Michonne but she was right by the door.
She races in, wearing that lovely silk purple robe and goes straight for the chaise lounge. She sits down, her head at the foot of the lounge while her feet are at the head. She lies back with her legs up, holding her robe in place.
Rick looks down at her, taking in her smooth, well defined thighs. He notices the red lacy bra she is wearing as the bodice of the robe gapes open slightly.
She snaps her fingers. "Rick. Give it to me. I have to be quick remember?"
He blinks as he walks over to her, his pants still unzipped and gaping open. He hands the syringe to her and walks backward to the door, unable to take his eyes off her thighs.
Michonne notices his open fly and tries not to stare. She shakes herself in an effort to get back to the task at hand. She sees Rick lingering by the door. "Um…I need a little privacy please."
"Oh, yeah, right….." He moves to the door awkwardly. "Sorry." He takes one last look before closing the door. He's not sure what he is supposed to do so he just waits by the door as he guessed she was doing earlier.
Five minutes later, she calls his name.
"Yeah?" He answers through the door.
"You can come in now," she announces.
He cracks the door and sees that she is still upside down on the lounge. "Why are you laying like that?" He observes that she has draped a towel over her lower half for propriety's sake he surmises.
She smiles up at him. "This is to make sure things travel the right path so to speak."
"Ok." He steps into the bathroom and leans against the counter, his arms folded across his chest.
She zeroes in on his fly again and sees that he took the time to close everything up.
"So I thought we were going to do dinner or something?" He asks.
"We are, but I have to lay here for another 20 minutes." She is so self-assured and obviously happy that Rick can't help but smile with her.
That smile falters as his focus lands on the syringe laying on the wooden stand next to her. His mind immediately conjures up exactly where that syringe has been and the temperature in the bathroom seems to have suddenly skyrocketed. He swallows nervously and wipes the sweat from his brow.
Her robe was gaping open even more and he quickly decides he may need to exit this room posthaste.
"I….um….do you need anything? Some water? I think I need some water." He walks out of the door, moving through her bedroom and takes the stairs to the kitchen. He stands inside the refrigerator as he chugs the water straight from the bottle. He steps back and closes the door, looking towards the stairs and wondering what he has gotten himself into.