"When a woman wants your attention, she uses her smile. When she wants your wallet, she uses her charm. When she wants your heart, she uses her touch. When she wants your soul, she uses her kiss."
― Matshona Dhliwayo
"Good Morning, Babe." Rick snuck up from behind. He wrapped his arms around Michonne's waist, allowing his chin to rest lightly upon her shoulder while she tried to cook breakfast. He peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses causing Michonne to become all gooey inside because he displayed constant affection and from hearing for the first time a term of endearment directed towards her.
The feel of his fresh stubble and kisses caused Michonne to giggle, "Good Morning, Sleepyhead," exposing more of her neck for him to enjoy.
"You wore me out," Rick informed bashfully.
"You wore yourself out." Michonne smiled to herself, enjoying the feel of Rick's hardon pressed against her ass while she poured eggs from a glass bowl into a heated frying pan.
"Yeah, I am well rested now. Come back to bed."
"What about breakfast?"
"Just a quicky."
"Quicky?" Michonne challenged the notion that sex with him would be anything but quick. She realizes this may be her window of opportunity to reveal to him that the length of sex should also be satisfying to both parties. He was getting his. She had to make it known she wanted hers if and whenever possible.
"Yes or no?" Rick pressed for clarity.
"Nothing is quick about you." Michonne half teased.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Not for you." Michonne quipped.
Even though the situation presented itself as precarious, Rick successfully turned the knob on his stove to off. He had also removed the frying pan from the hot eye before turning Michonne to face him.
Michonne protested by whining, "I was cooking, Rick."
"Babe, I'm curious right now. I need you to satisfy my curiosity."
"You have never been curious. I'm curious, and you are nosey." Michonne accused and reclarified their roles.
"I'm serious, Michonne."
"Okay."
"Tell me what you meant by, not for me?"
"I like Sex. I like it with you." Michonne momentarily lost her nerve wanting to protect his feelings in case he would become sensitive.
"I am partially relieved, but it still does not explain your response."
"There isn't anything to explain, Rick."
"I know this is new between us. We just came out to my parents yesterday."
"Amazing how we had planned to go to a museum," Michonne smirked. She was pleased that their relationship was out in the open.
Rick chuckled, "Instead we spent practically the whole day with my parents as boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Is there anything your Dad isn't good at?"
"What do you mean?"
"That steak he had made was amazing!" Michonne exclaimed.
She also enjoyed watching her boyfriend and his dad cooking on the large stainless steel gas grill located outside under the Lanai. Both of the men together did the cooking and serving along with the clean up afterward. A man who likes to cook and cook well was a man she didn't have to add on her manifesting list; it was an unexpected bonus.
"He had only done that to show up Mulberry Steak house. My Dad is very competitive. His act was to remind me and to inform you that you haven't had a steak until you've had one of his T-bones. Interestingly enough, you won him over by eating the whole thing."
Michonne had recalled how sheepishly she had become when realizing she had practically cleaned her whole plate. "You sure he doesn't think I'm greedy?"
"My mom has a healthy appetite, as do you. My Dad took it as a sign of his great culinary skills, my mom, on the other hand, a kindred spirit she has found in you."
"Well, I did pace myself."
"That is because you aren't shy about talking to him. You kept my dad engaged. You didn't back down from your political ideas. My dad appreciates when a woman can recite and reference material. He respects a woman who owns her thoughts, regardless if he agrees with them or not."
"Only because I felt comfortable to do so." Michonne was secretly relieved in hearing that she didn't overstep or make light of anything while at his parent's house.
"Babe, I can't be any clearer; both of my parents like you. My Dad, for your intelligence and appetite. My mother for you being you."
"We are officially in a relationship." Michonne marveled aloud. She snuggled closer to him. He squeezed her tighter around her waist.
"We are officially exclusive. The next thing is for me to meet your parents."
"You seriously want to meet my parents?"
"I'm taking our relationship very seriously, Michonne, why would I not want to meet your parents? You've met mine."
"When would you want to meet them?"
"They are in Georgia, right?"
"Yes."
"Two hours?"
"Yes."
"We can next weekend if you want or whenever is convenient for them to meet me."
"Ok."
"The last thing I want is to be the last to know there is a problem in our relationship or about our relationship." Rick slightly tilted his head to the side. He was aiming at both angles, meeting her family or her satisfaction with his performance in bed.
Michonne chose which one she wanted to deal with, glossing over her parent's. "I am not complaining, Rick."
"I'm not taking what you may want or expect from me in the bedroom as a complaint. I am taking it as a suggestion. I'm open to suggestions."
Michonne was filled with wonder staring into his eyes and without question by his sincere tone. She believed that he had to have been cloned from every sappy love story on lifetime and the craziest part; this was real life. She wanted to pinch herself.
"It-." Michonne started out saying, and Rick quickly questioned the very first word out of her mouth.
"It?"
"Sex. The sex between us-" Michonne restarted her thought. "I will only focus on last night." Michonne was trying to be honest about a very delicate situation.
"Okay."
"When we had started, it was good. Like really good, and then you would at some point forget that I'm there wanting to complete the experience with you."
"Oh."
"There's nothing more."
"Thank you for being honest with me."
"I want you to be honest with me, too."
"Last night was crazy." Rick began to ascribe. He, too, was also relieved that Michonne was as receptive to sharing their intimate thoughts about last night.
"Yeah." Michonne had agreed with a nod.
"Luckily, I pulled out in time to put on a condom."
"I was surprised you weren't immediately adamant about it."
"I was in the moment with you. I've never been the way I am with you with anyone else. It's like I'm turned on by everything about you. Plus, you were straddling me on the bed. You weren't slowing down so I could think about anything other than how good you felt."
"My fault?" Michonne smiled even though Rick was serious.
"Reckless of us," Rick emphasized before he proceeded. "I've never in my life attempted sex or had sex without a condom before. I don't want that to happen again. I mean, if we were married and we had decided on having a family, that's one thing."
"Those are two things you know I want." Michonne maintained.
"In the future."
"What time frame is that?" Michonne tried to pin him down since he was the only man she had ever known that was open to talking about where he saw their relationship.
"When the time is right? I just don't want to make any mistakes in getting you pregnant before we have decided together that it is the next step we would like to take. I like to plan, and from what I know about you, you do too." Rick reiterated and added, "Plus, if you are going back to school, the last thing we both need is a baby."
"All this time, I thought the condom was because you thought I had some disease or std," Michonne said in jest.
"I know you don't have any STD's. You were adamant in one of our conversations at the beginning about testing. Being both STD free was kind of our greenlight to start fooling around. You and I both haven't been with anyone else in a very long time."
Michonne respected his wishes. She accepted the fact a trap-baby would not be wise if she didn't want him to resent her and their future child. She was going to try to go along with the flow. She had to believe things were going to work itself out since he had already offered without any hesitation to pay for the rest of her college education and always to wear a condom.
"I want you always to tell me whatever it is that I need to do or if I am falling short. Regular communication is just as important. I plan to do-" Rick abruptly halted with Michonne's lips on his and her hands, lowering his pajama pants down to grip his bare pink ass.
Morning sex. Michonne watched Rick's face leave from between her thighs. His tongue action utterly wrecked her. She relished in how he had her body tingling all over before he began to mount her again slowly, but this time he used a different appendage. Michonne was utterly confused but highly aroused.
Rick had never claimed to be the most skilled lover, but she was sure she was making him into the best she ever will have, especially since he was opened to doing just about anything.
Michonne's body knew precisely what an orgasm felt like due to her clit extensive training with her vibrator. This was uniquely different, especially after the conversation they had in his kitchen less than thirty minutes ago. "Rick?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Where's the condom?" Her lips brushed against his when she spoke. He was on top with his mouth hovering above hers as he slowly, steadily rotated his hips. She could feel him shiver. His energy was transferrable to her nether regions when he did.
He hissed in her mouth before he could gather his thoughts to answer, "In my hand." Rick had the sealed condom tightly fisted, crumpled. "Why are you so damn wet?" He felt he was going to lose his mind.
"Because you feel so good, baby. Don't stop." Michonne moaned and cried out with Rick's adam's apple grazing her chin before he turned his face, lowering his head to wipe the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
Rick didn't stop, but he knew he would have to very soon. He knew he was literally out of his mind allowing his condomless dick to enjoy every sensation from the walls of Michonne's warm, wet and tight pussy. His mind was mush, and the head of his penis took over repeatedly, seeking permission from his body to cum inside her just once.
"You are on the pill, right?" Rick barely recognized his voice that spoke. "Please tell me you are on some type of birth control right now. Please, for the love of god! Tell me you can't get pregnant."
"Yes, faster. Oh my god, faster."
"Fuck, I have to pull out, Michonne."
"I'm going to come!" Michonne screamed out, and her body trembled in anticipation that did not disappoint.
At that very moment, Rick's body succumbed to the madness. He sprayed his seed willingly. And for Rick, it was equivalent to an out of body experience. Rick was the first to wake up after dozing for less than thirty minutes while Michonne softly snored next to him. He checked the time on his watch that he had placed the night before on his nightstand when he realized his phone was vibrating. It was Shane. He couldn't bring himself to answer with the taste of Michonne on his tongue. He needed to wash his mouth out and brush. He needed to shower, finish what Michonne started in the kitchen in order to serve her in bed before calling his friend back. Yes, breakfast in bed for a woman, he was sure he would marry sooner than later because going back to condoms was going to be difficult.
Michonne eventually had woken to find Rick with a tray of breakfast food entering the bedroom, and his cordless house phone pressed to his ear. She sat up and reached for the serving tray once he was on her side of the bed. He gave her a peck on the lips.
"Of course I haven't forgotten jackass! Of course, you will have a chance to meet her. My parents have already met her...Yes. I have a girlfriend...I don't think we have any plans, hold on." Rick took the phone from his ear. "Babe," Rick began. He then quickly spoke into the phone, "Shane, let me call you back. My girl and I are eating breakfast." After a few seconds, Rick disconnected the call.
"What's going on?"
"Do you mind if a few guys come over for a few hours of cards and cigars?"
"How could I mind?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't live hear, Rick." Michonne felt like she was the first to inform him of a fact.
"Do you want to?"
Michonne silently searched his eyes as he sidled up next to her on the bed, ready to partake in the freshly scrambled eggs he had prepared for both of them.
"I think it could work now that you have revealed your ability to afford things without subsidies. Nondisclosure is a dangerous avenue with governmental agencies. Plus, I'm in love with your bathroom."
"In love with my bathroom?"
"Just one of the many reasons I think moving in with you could work out."
"I am all open to hearing those other reasons swimming in your head."
"Well," Michonne considered thoughtfully, "I love your apartment for the tidiness you maintain without question. You have a washer and dryer, which is a bonus."
From Michonne's statement, Rick gathered, "Okay, I am organized and clean."
"Blue tends to be my favorite color."
Rick scans his bedroom interior, noting pristine white walls and the heavy dark mahogany furnishings, finding nothing of significance in the color blue in any of his decors. He eventually ascertained, "Luckily for me; I have blue eyes."
"You do. Very blue. Very considerate, respectful, and kind. You make it very easy to fall in love with you."
"So, you've fallen for my eyes?" Rick wanted Michonne to make herself more clear to him.
"The man behind those eyes. The more I stare into them right now, I am positive things will work."
"Good because I have no doubts."
"No?"
"What we have between us is pretty darn obvious," Rick smirked after placing a kiss on her chin.
"Obvious?" Michonne giggled.
Rick remained mesmerized not so much by what came out of his mouth but the feeling that came along with it to match. "I love you."
A/N: My apologies for all these long-ass delays. I have so much real-life crap going on. I have my sleep pattern back to 60 percent normal. (lol) I have been immersing myself in meditation and different herbal remedies for physical and mental health reasons where time seems to whizz by. August has been such a sucky month for me. I hope it has been at least great for everyone else. I want to thank those who continue to patiently wait to read any of my stories that desperately need updating or polishing. I really want to hone this skill.
The next chapter will focus on Rick meeting her parents. (I didn't forget)
Also, All I Need. I am so tickled about Uncle Charlie and Turkey bacon. (that was a sneak preview)
Now, Creep...Creep is so dark for me. I don't have any idea why, but I have only two chapters more and maybe I can get some feedback. It is certainly a different headspace.