"So how's the farm?"
"Good I guess, I get rushed off the phone whenever I call." Michonne watched the ceiling fan whirl above her head as she talked to Sasha. The June temps were steadily climbing and the ceiling fan was as essential as staying hydrated during the summer months.
"I still can't believe you let Carl and Andre go stay with Rick's parents."
"You didn't see their faces when Rick told them they could come too. I couldn't say no. Besides his parents offered after Judith put up such a fuss for them to come with her saying how much she'd miss them and stuff. I couldn't say no to that."
"You tell me no all the time." Sasha said feigning disgust, but Michonne could hear the smile in her voice.
"You need to be told no." She yawned and stretched her arms above her head, wiggling a little to get more comfortable. The phone was sitting on her belly while they talked on speaker.
"Are you still in the bed? It's 1:30 in the afternoon."
"How often do I have a house to myself?" Michonne yawned again. "I'm taking full advantage of it. I might not get out of this bed until sometime tomorrow." She pulled the wrinkled light grey sheet up on her body, making sure the phone didn't fall off and thought about how a mini fridge right next to her bed would be a great addition to her room right about now.
"Yeah, I guess I can understand that. Moms don't get days off and the overtime that single moms put in is mind boggling. Treat yo self."
"That's what I'm doing."
"So the young farmers are good then?"
"They're on a farm. What kid wouldn't be having a blast?" Michonne smiled when she thought of the daily pictures that Rick's parents sent her of the kids enjoying their time on the farm. "When I do get them to talk to me for more than five minutes, they tell me about chasing the goats around and gathering eggs. Judith said Carl was scared of the worms they dug up for fishing the other day."
"Poor kid, I don't blame him. They're all slimy and wiggly. Remember when it would rain all hard and they'd be all over the sidewalk. We could barely walk anywhere."
"You tiptoed through a maze of worms for like four blocks." Michonne laughed at the memory. "And all the earth worms."
"That's not even funny. They shouldn't be so long. It's nasty. So back to the kids." Sasha said needing to change the subject.
"So after Judith snitched about the worms, he told on her and Andre and said that they snuck into the kitchen the other night and ate all the pudding. Apparently he wanted to eat it for breakfast."
"It was probably chocolate. They need to leave my Carl alone."
"He'll be alright. Andre said that they each caught a frog down at the creek and they named them Lollipop, Sucker and Dum Dum."
"That is super cute Which one belongs for who?"
"No clue, they laughed the whole time they were telling me then they had to go because horses or something. I couldn't understand before they hung up in my face." Michonne stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. She loved talking to the kids, but hated feeling last in line, so to speak, coming after Rick's parents, farm animals and open air.
"House not feeling too big with just you is it?"
"It's different." Michonne sighed. "I keep thinking it's too quiet and the boys must be up to something and I'll hear them arguing any minute, but then I remember that they're not here."
"I was like that when you guys left."
"You pushed us out the door Sasha."
"Technically, you needed to go. But anyways. I would just be expecting y'all to drive up for dinner or something, and I had to remind myself that you had moved away. Took me a while to get used to it."
"Well, like you I'm sure, I have a fridge full of food and no towels on the bathroom floor." Michonne smiled thinking about the stack of towels that were folded neatly in the closet and not in a pile on the floor.
"That laundry situation doesn't sound too bad. So... where's that man of yours? It's been a week since he dropped off the kids, y'all having sleepovers yet?" Michonne had been waiting for that question and was surprised it wasn't what Sasha opened the conversation with.
"He's... working. And no he hasn't slept over."
"Ugh! Why not?" Sasha said disappointed. "I swear y'all are in the slowest relationship ever. You sure he's not courting you like they used to do back in the day. Tell him he has my permission to get all up in that."
"Sasha!"
"What? Y'all are two grown ass adults whose kids are in another state for the next two weeks. Tell him to get off work and start getting you off."
"Sasha!"
"And don't forget to return the favor." Sasha sighed in exasperation right in the phone making Michonne glad she wasn't holding it to her ear. "He really hasn't slept over?"
"No. Does he need to?"
"Yes! You are really disappointing sometime Michonne."
"I really try to be." She could feel Sasha's eye roll through the phone.
"Are you ready for when he does?"
"Sleepover?" Michonne asked, knowing good and well what her sister was talking about.
"Yes."
"Ready how?"
"Oh my god. I knew I should have sent you a video. Make sure you're trimmed and shaved and wearing your good panties. The ones with the matching bra that you'd never wear on your period."
"Uh huh."
"Are you ready?"
"I'm not telling you all that."
"Why the hell not? I need to know that you're ready. It's been a while Michonne. I'm just making sure you remember all the prep the first time takes. Men like smooth legs and not getting hairs caught in their throat from…"
"I know Sasha!"
"I sure hope so. So are you gonna text him and tell him to get over there ASAP?"
"No, I'm not. He'll be off work later tonight." Michonne giggled and them quieted quickly.
"So y'all made plans to go out or something?"
"No plans. We'll discuss it later, but dinner might be nice."
"You should put on something sexy and make his favorite meal. Strappy heels and a short skirt. Bend over a lot. What does he like to eat?"
"Oh...I don't know." Michonne held her breath as Rick who was now awake beside her used his fingers to play in her still wet center. She hoped Sasha couldn't sense her guilty conscience for lying through the phone. As soon as he got off work the night before, he drove straight to her house after picking up some take out for the two of them. They thought they would have a nice quiet dinner alone and maybe watch an R rated movie, but once the food was on the table they forgot all about it and starred in their own X rated one. Michonne was lifted onto the counter while Rick undid the buttons on her shirt, praising the heavens for whoever decided on the counter height, because he was eye level to the best set of breasts he'd ever seen. Even with her pink satin bra on, he was mesmerized. She started to unbuckle his belt when his lips touched her neck and then pushed them down his legs when his tongue traveled from the base of her throat to the valley between the perfect set of breast of hers. Somehow they made it to the bedroom, but not before shedding all of their clothes on the way and they now lay in various parts of the hallway and kitchen floor. But she wasn't about to tell Sasha that.
"You need to find out. You know all that key to a man's heart stuff is actually true." Michonne was biting down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming and to remind herself not to moan. Rick's fingers had gone from just playing to being tantalizingly torturous when he inserted two and slowly started moving them in and out of her. When she started to squeeze against them and he felt that she couldn't take anymore, he removed them just before she could finish and made a display of licking them clean, seamingly agreeing with the key to a man's heart bit Sasha just uttered.
"I will," Michonne whispered out, hoping her nosier than most sister couldn't tell what was going on.
"Are you falling asleep on me?"
"Yes." Michonne answered in a hiss. Rick's fingers had disappeared within her walls again, but this time he added a tongue to the nipple closest to his mouth, making slow work of the circle that made up her areola. "I gotta…" She'd threatened Sasha with hanging up on her before, but this time she really did. Not even trying to finish her sentence, she pressed the end call button and tossed her phone across the room.
"Finally." Rick said around the hard nipple between his lips.
"You are so bad." Michonne moaned.
"You like it," He said now starting to suck.
"Yes, I do." Moments later he was kissing her lips as he entered her at a snail's pace, making sure every inch of him, was familiar with every inch of her. When he was well versed in the heat and feel of Michonne, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her closer with a firm hand on her hip.
"Shit. That never gets old." He rasped out. The first time Rick was focused on her warmth and slickness. How long it took her to take all of him in, making sure he set a steady pace that had them both satisfied in the end. That was over twelve hours ago and more rounds than either of them had kept up with. Now, it was still her warmth he noticed, but it was the warmth of home he recognized. "Have I told you how good you feel?"
"Not this time," she whispered. He gave a low growl in her ear when he felt her squeeze around him and her hips moving with him.
"That's not fair."
"Neither were your fingers when I was on the phone. Payback is a…" She was cut off when Rick thrust deep and stayed there for a few seconds before pulling out watching her eyelids flutter closed.
"What was that you were saying?"
"Fuck."
"I like when you talk like that. Maybe I should do that again." She barely saw the grin that was on his face as her eyes closed again when he started to move inside her.
"Maybe you should." And he did once more before settling into a slow rhythm of strokes that had Michonne moaning and tightening her legs around his waist. "Rick...ohh." Watching her mouth form into the O that she moaned out, was too much for him, He leaned his head down and licked her lips, meeting her tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He started moving faster when her hands fisted into his hair, pulling him closer as she felt her world about to shatter around him. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop." Rick knew better than to ever do that, so he focused on her hands now gripping his biceps and the way her thighs were tightening around him. A few more strokes and she broke apart, clutching his arm with one hand and the sheets with the other, he followed soon after calling her name as he emptied inside her.
"You're gonna have to give me a break." He uttered once he caught his breath, now laying beside her, the sheet she had before nowhere to be found. "I don't know how much longer I can keep up with you."
"Me? I'm pretty sure you started things this time."
"It be a lot easier if you'd put some clothes on."
"Fine." Michonne rolled over to get out of the bed, but was caught and brought back by the strong arms of Rick's.
"No, you're good just the way you are." she laughed as Rick laid back down, bringing her with him, pulling her leg across his. "You know that Polar Plunge sounds good right about now. You got me sweating." He chuckled feeling Michonne lightly swat his arm. "I'm serious. It's June, I bet we fogged up the windows."
"I guess we can stop then, since you've gotten your fill and you're all sweaty."
"I'm not even close to my fill." He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You didn't want to tell Sasha I was here?"
"No." She sat up to look him in the eyes. "It has nothing to do with you. She'll be over the moon excited to find out. I just didn't want to answer any questions."
"What kind of things would she ask?" His hand gently guided her to the spot on his chest she just vacated.
"She's gonna want details. Lots of them."
"About me?" Rick asked a bit confused about the details Sasha might want to know.
"Probably a few about you, most of them will be about me. Did I remember how everything works and did I let myself go enough to enjoy it. You heard her on the phone, shaving and matching panties. She's gonna want to know a lot."
"I can give her the answer to a few of those. At least I think I can. Did you enjoy it?"
"I did. If I didn't you wouldn't still be here." Michonne took a deep breath and exhaled, thinking about how nervous she's been about them finally taking the next step. "I stressed a lot before you came over."
"Why?" Michonne took another breath before answering.
"I have only been with one other man; my husband and then you came along and...I don't know, I guess I just didn't want to disappoint you. It sounds stupid when I say it out loud."
"Only because you had nothing to worry about. As you can see, it's me who should be worried. I feel like I'm wearing you out." He smoothed his leg down her thigh and gave it a squeeze.
"You're not." She answered honestly. Even with being out of practice, being with Rick was easy. Thinking back on it now, she really didn't have anything to worry about. Not with him.
"I've had this image of you in your bathing suit since the first day of January, just burning away in my head. The way you sounded when you hit the water, I heard that in my dreams for three months."
"It was so cold. I can still feel it in my bones sometimes." He pulled her in closer to him, hoping the heat from their damp skin touching would melt away any lingering frozen phantom chills. "So what did you do after you'd hear me in your dreams for months?"
"Maybe I'll show you some time." She looked up and saw the slight blush in his cheeks and could only imagine what he was thinking about. "I think we do pretty well together. Can I tell you something?"
"Anything."
"As corny as it sounds I'm honored that you choose me to...help jog your memory about how things work." He chuckled at his choice of phrase.
"Like riding a bike." Michonne said.
"A mountain bike?" Rick asked, looking over at her reaction.
"Oh my...how did you know?"
"I'm a cop, it's part of my job to read between the lines and figure things out. I don't think we're at mountain bike yet, but we'll get there. Maybe by tomorrow night." He heard her laugh at the same time as her stomach started to growl and then his did the same. "Hungry?"
"Yes, but I'd love to take a shower first or soak in the tub. You worked muscles that haven't been used in a very long time."
"You probably should try and soak some of the soreness out. I should have packed some icy hot in my bag for myself."
"Come join me and I'll massage your back."
"Just a massage right?" Rick joked. "You wouldn't be using me for my body would you?"
"Of course I am."
"I don't mind one bit." He kissed her forehead again and they lay there a bit longer, watching the ceiling fan spin above their heads.
"Can I tell you something?" Michonne asked.
"Is it that you love me?"
"How did you know?" She asked shocked.
"Would you believe me if I said I can see it in your eyes?"
"Maybe."
"Well are you gonna say it?" He squeezed her thigh again wanting to hear it from her lips.
"I think you ruined the moment." Rick propped up on one elbow to look at her.
"Then I'll go first. I love you Michonne Bowers." He kissed her softly against her smiling lips.
"I love you too Rick."