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Chapter Eight

Michonne was once again rushing to get ready. She couldn't be late for the academy or that meant a punishment, but she had procrastinated with her responsibilities. She and Sasha took turns each week stocking their academy supplies and washing their laundry. And it was her week.

"Ugh…" Michonne internally groaned as she scrambled around her room, rapidly throwing things into her duffle bag.

The King County Police Academy had already taken over her nonexistent life but the added element of daydreaming about Rick Grimes just worsened things. She thought of him any chance she got. His counterattack on Spenser yesterday was, forgive her… hot! She normally wasn't into the display of manliness but there was something animalistic and primal about it. It turned her on that he wanted to protect and defend her.

Then the way he kissed her when she managed to slip away during the commotion to search for him. It was good that she carried an extra pair of panties in her duffel bag because that kiss brought on a soaking.

"Shit…" There she went again, mind wandering off when she needed to hurry.

Sasha had agreed to today drive since Michonne was running late. She grabbed her stuff and ran downstairs; Sasha should be there any moment.

Just as she exited her building, Sasha pulled up and she jumped in, pushing her bag into the back seat.

"You're on time?" Sasha smiled.

"Girl, barely." Michonne wiped the beads of sweat that were beginning to form.

"Thinking about Rick?" Sasha teased, an eyebrow raised knowingly as she pulled off.

How could she know?

"I'm sure that's all you think about after you told me about your little trip to the office. Not to mention the hallway." Sasha continued, laughed after answering the unasked question.

"It's bad." Michonne said as she sunk down in her seat and tried to hide her face.

"No, this is good. You deserve this Michonne. We all deserve happiness." Michonne reached out and touched Sasha's hand that was on the steering wheel.

Sasha was right, she of all people understood this.

When Andre was a few months old during the spring, Tyreese was in the passenger seat of his friend's car coming home from Arby's when a drunk driver hit them. What they say about that seat was true. Everyone else in the car survived while Tyreese perished.

Sasha was a shell of her former self, becoming despondent and withdrawn. Michonne would take Andre with her to visit since he was the only thing that brightened Sasha's mood. But when Michonne or others couldn't be there in the quiet times, Sasha spiraled into toxic behavior.

Partying, getting drunk and fighting with anyone who looked at her wrong. When they couldn't talk her out of going out, Rosita would accompany Sasha to at least make sure she made it home safely. The three of them would cry on the bathroom floor together some nights.

One day Sasha's parents called looking for her because she hadn't come home. Michonne and Rosita knew she could be at only one place, Dwight's. They knocked on his door and when he opened it, they barged in.

"You can't just come in here, this is my house!" he yelled at the duo.

"Move!" They both demanded and pushed past him.

Sasha was sitting on his couch in a daze, instantly becoming furious with them when she realized who'd come in.

"Sasha."

"Go back!" She yelled.

"What are you doing!?" Rosita asked.

"I don't need your help! I told you to go!" Sasha yelled, getting up to get in Michonne's face.

"You. It's working out for you, don't you see that?" she sneered, looking up at her friend. "You can't help me, nobody…" Sasha's eyes welled up as she trailed off.

"I was so mean to Ty all the time, but I knew he was gonna make it…"

All their tears flowed freely now.

Sasha grabbed her bag and walked out with her friends trailing her. They took her home and her parents got her into therapy for fear of losing their daughter too.

It was a long road for her, but Dr. Monroe was making daily break throughs with her. Sasha was putting the pieces of her life back together then she met Abraham.

He was coming into the doctor's office as she was leaving. She'd made Abe do the work. Make some plays before she even considered dating him. But Abraham Ford was persistent, said he liked the way Sasha called bullshit.

That was the start of her well-deserved piece of happiness.

Michonne and Sasha walked into the academy to see Spenser with a black eye, swollen and bandaged nose. They winced, it looked broken.

"Rick, really did a number on him." Sasha whispered to her friend as she eyed Spenser's injuries.

"Well he'll remember that next time he thinks about touching me or any woman." Michonne whispered back as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Recruit Hawthorne." Lt Cahill entered their classroom.

"Yes ma'am." Michonne saluted.

"Col Blake wants to see you in his office."

"Yes ma'am." Michonne figured this no doubt was about yesterday's events so she made her way to his office.

"Come in." he waved for her entrance.

"Sir, you requested for me." She saluted him and waited.

"I'm gonna need you to write a report up on Capt Grimes regarding yesterday's attack." Michonne hesitated.

"I wouldn't call it an attack, Sir."

"No, what would you call it?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Rct Monroe got too… enthusiastic during tactics and choked me Sir."

"Hmm, choked you?" he stood and crossed his arms.

"Yes sir."

"And Captain Grimes was defending you."

The way he stared at her when he walked over was unnerving, she got a gut feeling she couldn't trust him.

"So you cannot possibly write something defamatory about Capt. Grimes, now could you?"

"No, Sir."

He obviously had some axe to grind with Rick.

"You worth it?"

Michonne didn't blanch at his statement as he looked her over.

"Well… thank god he was there." He said with a new hint joy in his tone, grinning at her.

"Thank god." Michonne sneered at him.

"That'll be all Michonne." He said her name as though it were a curse word, the façade instantly dropping.

Col Blake was a real asshole and she would be glad when she graduated and didn't have to deal with him.

Michonne about faced and exited the room. She was headed down the hall when she spotted Lt Dixon. She attempted to make way for him, but he walked right up to her.

"Let me talk to ya." Michonne was caught off guard.

Lt. Dixon walked around like he preferred to be in the shadows, so she was shocked when he spoke to her so casually.

"Yes sir."

"Cut that shit. What you tell that asshole about Rick?" he spoke low almost menacing.

"I didn't. I said what really happened and he wasn't happy about that." Michonne understanding he was being protective of Rick but she didn't back down.

"Good…" they stood there, battling each other until he decided on something.

"He's in the filing office, down the hall on your left." Then he walked away.

Michonne was glad she'd passed the test. She made her way to the room that was easy enough to find and slipped in. Rick had his back to her and was rubbing his temples, surrounded by boxes with files all askew.

"What are you doing, about to write a charter?" Rick nearly jumped out of his skin and she laughed.

"Naw, apparently someone's been borrowing files and not putting them back." He smiled and shook his head.

"How'd you know I was in here?"

"Lt Dixon."

"Damn, I'm gonna have to get him spaghetti for lunch."

"Huh?"

"I owe him." Rick's eyes sparkled, his jaw flexed he placed his hand on his belt then tilted his head.

Damn did he take a class on wetting her panties?

Michonne had to fight her initial reaction. If she went to him now, she'd definitely knock over boxes to get there and that wouldn't help his circumstance.

"I see you are being punished."

"Yeah." he smiled then looked down.

Rick was avoiding her eyes. He was thinking of something he didn't want his eyes to convey.

Michonne looked back and was relieved that this door had a lock. She used it, then making her way to Rick.

He looked up when he heard the click. She saw his Adams apple bob as she got closer. His eyes dimmed and he squinted at her sending her heart racing.

Once she stood in front of him, she reached out and grabbed his belt while maintaining eye contact. Rick looked like he was finding it difficult to breathe. Michonne slid the buckle apart, unbuttoned then unzipped his pants.

"I never thanked you."

She reached in and felt his dick was growing harder from her touch. Rick released the breath that he was holding when she exposed him. She watched his face contort and his mouth dropped open as she worked him.

Michonne went to her knees and looked at him while she licked her lips. She slowly kissed his smooth head and moaned from the sensation. Rick nearly lost his footing but she grabbed the back of his knee.

"Fuck…" Rick couldn't take his eyes off of her and that's the way she wanted it.

She kissed down the bottom along the thick vein until she got to his balls. She took each into her mouth and rolled them around slowly. She felt Rick's knee nearly buckle again and she smiled to herself. She licked her way back up after releasing his testicles with a wet plop.

Michonne wanted to make love to his dick with her mouth. She pressed her legs together and sat back on them some. Michonne was going to enjoy this part because she knew it would drive him insane. She slowly took him into her mouth working inch by inch wetting him with her saliva and only sucking lightly.

Rick was big and she knew other women probably had a hard time getting him all the way in their throats, but Michonne's gag reflex was nonexistent, so she kept working him until he was all the way at the back of her throat, balls deep. Rick's hiss more than satisfied her but when his cloudy eyes locked on her café eyes, she felt her pussy flex.

"You can take all of Python." He mouthed but his eyes rolled to the back of his head when she got down to business.

Michonne was giving it all she had, licking and sucking him faster and faster. Rick laced his fingers into her hair to guide her, not that she needed any help. Michonne massaged his balls with one hand while still holding him still with the other.

"Michonne..."

When he drew out her name it sent a shock wave to her g spot and she whimpered and kept it up. She added both her hands and twisted in opposite directions after catching the drool on her chin. Michonne felt that pressure building in her core, but she could do this all day.

Rick was pushing his hips towards her fucking her mouth and her pussy exploded into spasms but she didn't stop. She could feel Rick's cock thickening in her mouth. She got ready as Rick's toes cracked. His hot cum spilled into her mouth but she didn't stop.

"-chonne..." He could barely get her name out.

Rick's body was shivering and he was trying to step away. Michonne decided to allow him the reprieve as she removed him slowly, giving the tip a kiss. Rick was looking at her with wonderment probably realized she'd swallowed.

She stood up on her own, he'd probably drop her if he tried. Michonne even stepped forward and tidied him away.

"I could beat him up again." Rick offered.

Michonne laughed too loud so she covered her own mouth. Rick moved her hands away and pressed his lips to hers. It was at a slow pace enjoying each other's mouths. She finally broke the trance.

"I actually came here to warn you about Blake." He eyed her.

"He tried to get me to write a report about you. He clearly doesn't like you."

"That's an understatement but thanks for the heads up." They both laughed at his choice of word.

"Can I…can I have your number?"

"You mean to tell me you haven't taken it from my file?" She looked around and he laughed.

"No, I thought that would be too much."

"I'm not sure what too much from Rick Grimes would be." She was making Rick blush. "I'm gonna head out."

Michonne unlocked the door then slowly cracked it open, slipping her head out to make sure the coast was clear before she slipped out.

She had almost made it back to her classroom when she heard voices around the corner.

"Andrea, you should show me some gratitude for allowing you to remain in these walls."

"I have Philip, but…I'm not the bad guy here."

"Oh, I am? Look you have a choice to make. I just hope you choose wisely."

Then Michonne heard what had to be Col Blake's heavy footsteps departing.

Next thing, Andrea appeared around her corner. She stopped shocked by Michonne's presence then proceeded in the ladies room.

What the fuck was that?

Rick was having an incredible dream about Michonne. He could feel her locs rubbing against his face as they kissed. His hands rubbed up and down her back. She giggled and laid her full weight on him. Even his subconscious knew what he wanted to hear and played it for him. She was sitting up now pulling her shirt over her head and her breasts were just about to be exposed…when a doorbell rang.

A doorbell rang again.

"Rick!" he could hear Lori's voice through the front door.

Shit!

He jumped up, thinking it had something to do with Carl and raced to the door, throwing it open.

"Carl? Everything ok?" he questioned while Lori looked him over.

"Carl's fine… can I come in?" Rick rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"Sure." he moved out of the door frame and let Lori step in.

"Come to my room." Rick wasn't sure if Shane was there or not, his friend slept like the dead sometimes. But if he had company that was a different story.

Lori followed him.

"I wasn't sure if you had company."

Rick was confused until Lori looked down. He was still a bit aroused from his almost wet dream. He grabbed pair of jeans and threw them on.

"What are you doing here Lori?"

"I-I wanted to talk about us."

"Us? There is no us."

Lori started to pace.

"I think we can work on it, I screwed up!"

"I can't live like that anymore." Rick replied.

"You can yell if you want, scream if you have to." Lori pleaded.

"Days, weeks, months, years of you fucking another man. Carl's pediatrician, the whole town laughing at me."

"No, Rick. They all look at me like I'm a monster." Lori was on the verge of tears.

"Do not put this on me!" Rick barked.

"I don't know how I do this without you?" she implored him.

"You'll have to find a way, I'm sorry." Rick shook his head not falling for her usual tricks.

"The divorce is final." He continued.

"You can still come home."

"I've found a place, just waiting for escrow to close. Then I want 50-50 custody of Carl."

"You can't do that!" Lori exclaimed.

"I can and I will. You decided a long time ago that a life with me wasn't worth a damn." Rick stood his ground. "Lori, I need you to go."

She just stood there for a minute. Then she wiped her eyes and walked out. Rick followed to make sure she left and to lock up.

Rick squeezed his eyes shut to steady himself.

"She had no business being here." Shane stated as he emerged from his room, startling Rick.

"Rick, you can't just be the good guy anymore. Lori had her shot and she blew it." Shane paused before he continued.

"It started out as just whispers… gossip." Rick turned to face him.

"Women saying things. But I thought 'naw not her, not to my best friend', so I didn't say anything." Shane shamefully confessed.

"I should've got you out, but I was selfish." He continued, Rick raising an eyebrow. "Being a part of yours, Lori's and Carl's lives', that's what kept me alive." Shane looked teary eyed. "Brother, if I could take it all back I would."

Rick rubbed his eyes and stepped over to hug Shane.

"This isn't on you." Rick confirmed.

When they separated Shane proceeded.

"This thing you got going with Michonne…you should give it a try. I mean if you want to that is."

"I think I do." Rick smiled and Shane returned it.

"Alright, I'm going back to bed unless you got some other exes gonna be pounding on my door." Rick rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"If anyone should be worried about exes at the door, it's you."

"Damn right!" Shane disappeared into his room.

Rick was thankful for Shane's confession, but he didn't need it. He had no plans on back sliding with Lori ever. He was on a new path and it felt amazing.