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Chapter Seven

Michonne had been able to play it off with her girls that she was just in it for the one-night stand. Knock the cobwebs off and she was back on track. They all looked skeptical but didn't push the subject. If she could convince them, then she could do the same for herself surely.

But last night she tossed and turned in bed. Her skin kept rehashing the feel of Rick's powerful hands rubbing, squeezing, and possessing her. Her pussy thumped, reminding her it desired his cock to plunge into its depths. It was deliciously sore from their exploits.

The central air had to be out of order since her body had a sheen of sweat covering it. She knew damn well what it was from and she considering getting her vibrator, but it wouldn't satisfy her the way Rick had. Her sexual desires hadn't been the only part of her that was awakened. Michonne thought of Rick's smile, his laugh. The challenge in his pretty blue eyes.

But it was done so she had to move past those feelings. Her plan for the rest of the academy was to ignore him. Okay…not ignore him but play it cool. She couldn't be what may appear as disrespectful to him in public that would be a clear sign indicating something was up.

The following day, she sat in her class, reviewing radio codes for the hundredth time when Lt Walsh walked in.

"Rct Hawthorne." The class all turned to look at her.

"Yes sir." She jumped up and saluted.

"You are needed in the office."

"Yes sir."

Michonne was confused as to what it could be. As she walked down the hall she thought of any event that would get her in trouble and there wasn't any. She made sure her uniform was perfect before she knocked.

"Come in."

"Shit," there was that husky southern voice. She entered to see Rick standing by what she assumed was his desk in his uniform. Her body started to react to him as she perused him.

Most officers opted for the utility pants but Rick was in the traditional straight leg black pants. They suited the curvature of his legs just right. The gray uniform shirt made his eyes look more Aegean than cerulean. His tie was held in place by a shiny tie clip. His shield showed his years on the job, commendations he received and his title.

There was a look of uncertainty on his face. She decided to stay in recruit mode still confounded by her requested appearance.

"Yes sir, you requested my presence."

"I did, Recruit." He walked to the door and closed it.

"Have I done something wrong Sir?"

He came back to stand in front of her. He rubbed his chin and leaned in and he muttered nervously.

"I…I wasn't sure if everything was ok. Umm- since we didn't use anything." He looked around even though they were alone. Michonne relaxed.

"I've been on the pill for years. Helps regulate things." she offered.

She expected him to look relieved but he didn't.

"Captain Grimes, everything's fine. You are fine." She tried to reassure him.

"How do you know?"

Michonne looked down to formulate her lie knowing he would see it in her eyes.

"Because I'm fine."

He adjusted his stance and waited a minute.

"But I'm not."

Michonne looked up from her feet. His eyes were pleading with her. Her heart stammered and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Saturday. Wasn't. Nothing." He confessed.

Michonne's heart sped up. He stepped closer to her.

Were her cheeks going red?

They must have been because Rick reached out and brushed his fingers across one. Michonne unwittingly stepped into the tenderness and closed her eyes.

Next thing she felt Rick's soft lips on hers. It was so light she wondered if she was imagining it. He was asking for her consent and she responded by kissing him back just as softly. She reached up and laced her fingers into his hair and emitted a groan deepening their kiss.

She didn't know if it was the fact that they shouldn't be doing this here or that it just felt so damned good. But she needed him right now.

Michonne's hands came down to his belt and he pulled away from the kiss. She was dejected at first and removed her hands. But then she realized Rick was breathing as hard as her. He was just making space to unclip and remove his tie.

She returned her hands to his pants unfastening them. She pushed a hand in and grasped him. Rick's mouth opened as he watched her stroke him until he reaffirmed his mission. He grabbed her belt and quickly undid it then unzipped her pants. He pulled them down to her knees and stood back up.

Rick used the bun in her hair to pull her mouth to his. He needed to kiss her before he turned her around and bent her over his desk. Michonne was working on her own mission of releasing him from his boxers and continued to work him.

She ended the kiss and turned around to bend over his desk, letting him get a look at that magnificent ass. Time was of the essence so Rick couldn't appreciate the view for too long. He pulled her panties to the side and slid into her slowly.

"Shit…" they both whispered and once he got his bearings, he pulled out and entered her again. Michonne braced herself for what she knew would be an onslaught as Rick began to pound into her. He watched as her ass cheeks absorbed all the shocks. He bent over her to whisper in her ear.

"Were you already this wet for me?"

"Umm, yes Rick." Michonne was fighting to get her words out in between the impacts. "I've been wet all weekend thinking about you."

That sent him into a tailspin. He stood back up straight and Michonne started pushing back on him, he barely had to do any work. Rick dug his fingers into her waist and pulled her back even harder, meeting her thrusts. They were panting as quietly as they could, knowing they could get caught at any minute.

Michonne started to contract on him so he just needed to hold out a little longer, but his balls were starting to tighten. He thought he was going to lose control until he heard Michonne's muffled yelp and her movements became jerky. She locked on him and pulled his semen into her. He kept his mouth closed to muffle the noise he wanted to release.

He withdrew and stumbled a little bit. Michonne stood up and began to fix her clothes.

"I'm okay." He responded to her smirk.

"I know."

"How?"

"Cause I'm okay too." Michonne smiled while he fixed himself.

"We should talk." Rick was initiating the much needed conversation.

"Yeah, but I think we've pressed our luck enough for the day."

Michonne grinned as she straightened her tie and headed for the door.

"Michonne I…" was all he could get out before LT Walsh's booming voice could be heard.

"Sir, I can have one of the PAA's get that file for you."

Michonne realized he must be talking to Col. Blake to give them time. Just as the door opened.

"Yes sir. I will complete a report on Rct McIntosh's behavior during the RMP training. Is there anything else I can help you with Sir?"

Michonne was quick on her feet and Rick caught on swiftly.

"No, that'll be all Hawthorne."

Michonne about faced and saluted the Colonel who was arriving to the office entrance. Blake eyed her but allowed her to departed. She headed back to class, happy they hadn't been caught, but was invigorated. Rick did want to continue whatever this was. Even if it was just sexual, she'd feast on it. Her body had not felt this alive in years. Captain Rick Grimes had triggered a yearning so strong it made her nervous.

Rick thought about retrieving her file again and getting her number but that may be an invasion.

'Invasion? I've eaten her pussy?'

Maybe Maggie could give him the number. Maggie had her own situation with Glenn to workout. Shit, she had gotten him to the start line, she shouldn't be burdened with getting him to finish.

His plan was purely to speak with Michonne about the lack of contraception, but her body was calling to him. When she moaned, it was a siren call and he was ready to crash his ship.

Just thinking of her had him back at half-mast. Last night he was going to rub one out but decided he'd wait for the next time, because there would absolutely be a next time.

He had to put that out of his mind for now. He had to work, but he had to admit seeing her here made him excited.

Today, was the first day of tactics so they all got to wear gym attire since they'd be getting physical.

He and Shane were dragging mats out of the storage closet.

"Brother, you are lucky I stuck around the office."

"You mean stuck around? How close?" Rick eyed him.

"Don't worry, voyeurism ain't my thing." Shane winked.

Rick tried to change the subject to something Shane liked, his conquests.

"What's going on with Harrison?"

"That woman don't know how to turn off a light." Rick was befuddled, he dropped a mat and turned to face Shane.

"She must've been born thinking the switch only goes one way… on." Rick was even more perplexed. Shane threw down another mat and dusted his hands on his sweats.

"I went to pick up some food and I come back, house all lit up. My job, apparently because my chromosomes happen to be different is, I gotta then walk through my house and turn off every single light this chick left on."

"Is that right?" Rick snickered.

"Yeah, that's right… but that's over. On to bigger and better things." Shane's eyes twinkled and Rick knew that situation wouldn't last so he didn't bat an eye.

They retrieved the last of the mats and closed up the supply room doors.

"What's really going on with Hawthorne?" Shane wasn't so easily diverted.

"I don't know…we uh- got too busy to talk."

"My boy!" Shane wacked him on the back.

Before Rick got a chance to look at him disapprovingly, the recruits began to enter.

They could hear Ezekiel had yelled for them to fall in.

"Today Recruits, we will be practicing tactics and maneuvers to help not only restraining suspects but to defend yourselves." Zeke shouted when he entered the gymnasium.

"Once again you will be working with the same RMP instructors so join them at their designated areas around the gym." The companies all ran to their placements.

Rick caught sight of Michonne jogging over. Her full breasts bounced and he couldn't keep from thinking of sucking them. How hard her nipples got for him.

'Damn how am I gonna be pressed against her without responding…?' He resolved himself to avoid contact with her during this exercise, sadly.

Michonne smiled and Rct Williams gave him a knowing look that he flushed from.

He noticed Rct Monroe checking Michonne out and he wished he could throw him off scaffolding.

Now that Company 02 was in front of him, Rick addressed them.

"Recruits, I will need you to break into teams of two. Male on male, female on female. Then we will switch to male and female, everyone needs to know how to fight with different attackers. I will demonstrate with a few people the techniques then you will take turns on one another."

Rick saw Michonne bite her lip to avoid smiling and it did not help him one bit. He remembered their bodies rubbing on one another.

'Damn, not getting sidetracked by my thoughts is gonna be harder than I thought...'

For the first rounds, Michonne was partnered with Rct Laura Register. Register was strong but no match for Michonne. Michonne was swift, powerful, and athletic but her movements were graceful, agile and fluid like a dancer. Rick was in awe, it just heighted his attraction to her.

They had stolen glances during the exercises and Rick even managed to touch her hand at one point.

Next up were male and female teams. Rct. Monroe made a beeline to Michonne. To Rick's dismay, she appeared to have agreed to be his partner.

They were beginning the escape from a back chokehold and Spenser of course wanted to be the attacker first. He grabbed Michonne, locked his arms around her neck and pressed his body against Michonne's back. Michonne grabbed his wrists and dipped her chin, side stepped then pretended to punch his groin as directed.

Since Spenser hadn't actually received the painful blow he upped the stakes and lifted Michonne. He lost his balance and they tumbled backwards to the mat.

Before Rick could react, Michonne responded by bringing her elbow to connect with his chin, he cried out and released her.

"Recruit Monroe!" Rick was beyond pissed.

Spenser jumped up flexing his jaw to see if it was damaged.

"What was that?" Rick was storming in his direction.

"I just thought I could help her see everything an attacker might do."

"You got an idea you come to me." Rick hissed. "You wanna help?"

Spenser was clearly intimidated by the shorter man but he stepped forward. Rick turned around and Spenser tensed.

"Let's go, now." Rick instructed over his shoulder.

Monroe reluctantly placed his arms around Rick's neck while the rest of the company looked on, Michonne included.

Rick grabbed Spenser's arms and tucked his chin down. With the small space that granted him, he snapped his head back so that the back of his skull cracked Monroe's face. Spenser yelped, fell to the mat and corralled his now blood soaked nose and mouth. Rick just stood there grilling him while others came to his aid.

"What just happened?" Glenn asked after he ran over.

"He'll be fine." Rick disregarded the bleeding recruit and paced like he was in a boxing ring waiting for his next shot at his opponent.

"Take him to Dr Cloyd's office." Glenn ordered then came over to whisper to Rick.

"Dumbass, in front of the whole class?" Rick just shrugged and shook his head.

"I'll go check on him." Rick offered.

"No, I'll go. You go cool off."

Rick exited the gym and absently roamed the halls. After he calmed down he stopped to look out a window.

"You didn't have to do that." He was surprised by Michonne, turning around to face her.

"Well, he had it coming." Michonne nodded.

"I think I handled it well on my own."

"You did, he just pissed me off." Rick thought again about Monroe's assault on Michonne and wished he could hit him with his mean right hook.

"Or maybe it's because he was smashed against me..." She said, lifting an eyebrow as she stepped closer to him.

Rick looked around and stepped closer still.

"If I had it my way, I would've knocked his teeth in and let him choke on em." Michonne giggled in response.

Rick was stunned, he assumed she'd be upset at his display of machismo.

"Okay, it might've been jealousy." He smirked.

"Oh yeah?"

"I would love to press up against you again." He surveyed her body and stepped even closer still.

"Maybe that could be arranged…"'

Rick wanted so badly to touch her, his fingers itched for it. Michonne bit her lip and he had to do everything to control himself.

They were in a hallway were anyone could walk into them. But Rick was feeling risky. He seized her neck and launched a searing kiss. It was feverish and aggressive. He pushed Michonne up against the wall and cupped her breasts.

She whimpered into his mouth and tugged at his hair, his head was a little sore but he didn't care. Their tongues battled and Rick wished that he could fuck her right there but knew he couldn't. He pulled away and they were both panting and breathless.

"I think I should go back." She managed to get out.

"Yeah…"

Michonne back stepped away from him while he ran his fingers through his hair to fix it. Rick reluctantly watched her departure.

He could only think about her taste and how he craved it. He could smell her natural scent and coconut in his nostrils as though she was in front of him still.

Once he got a hold of himself again he tapped his leg while he thought. He needed to go to the office, he knew Philip Blake would be looking for him after the incident in the gym. That gave his mind a different track to be on, but before he completely derailed, he was stopped by the secretary's office.

"PAA Anderson." Jessie was giving him puppy dog eyes and he had to fight himself not to sigh in irritation.

"Yes Captain."

Didn't quite have the same ring to it as when Michonne uttered it.

"Can I speak to you for a moment, in private."

Jessie damn near did a cartwheel across the room. They stepped into the hall.

"Umm- you told me there were some… how did you say hidden gems in the building." Rick murmured.

"Yes, yes. I can take you now." Jessie started to walk so elated.

"No, that won't be necessary. You can draw me a map."

Rick had to fight from smiling because the look on her face was priceless. She looked like someone had just stolen her bike or smashed one of those hideous owl figurines she kept on her desk.

"I'll go get paper." Was all she said.

Rick smiled then. It might've been wrong to lead her on that way, he just pretended a bit of Shane Walsh's behavior had taken over him.