In this chapter yellehughes gives us hand to hand training. She's no amateur when it comes to this type of fighting in her stories and they always leave us on the edge of our seats. With everyone vying for a place on the Force, who will come out on top at the end of the day?
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Chapter 5: Size Does Matter
After showers, morning drill, then breakfast, our crew found themselves standing shoulder to shoulder outside in the open grassy field. The warm rays of an early sunrise, slowly revealed their tired faces. The light fog and morning dew clung to their shoes and clothing.
Jesus paced back and forth, starting at the head of the line where Rick stood, then turned back when he reached Jerry at the end, "The past few days you all have only worked briefly together with me. Today and tomorrow, you're all mine. And, in that limited amount of time, I plan to show you a whole new world."
He stopped in front of Shane. "Just so you know, my name is actually Paul Rovia and only my friends call me that." He narrowed his eyes at the hotheaded man, "By the end of tomorrow's training, you will know what name to call me."
Each community member stood next to each other. Alexandria, The Hilltop and The Kingdom. Noah leaned over and whispered to Jerry, "I think I have just seen the heavens of glory," in reference to sun rising behind Paul's back and the foggy halo forming around his head.
Sasha and Abraham stood behind him with their arms folded staring down at the recruits. They were there to provide assistance and to be used as extra bodies.
At the head of the line, Rick, slightly recovered from spending the day in the infirmary and still nursing the hand he cut and then abused it some more when he botched choking the pipe. He wore his favorite blue button down shirt and the pair of jeans with a clearly visible hole in the left thigh. Trying to be slick he leaned back a little to seek out Michonne's location in the line and spotted her plump cheeks firstly. Her beautiful ass stuck out past the other women's less-meaty behinds.
Unfortunately, his attention was brought back to the front, when Jesus cleared his throat, "As Abraham has explained to you, I will be going over hand-to-hand combat, extensively. I will teach you to fight with skill, but also dirty. Out here in this world, you have to do whatever you can to save you and your fellow man's life."
Maggie elbowed Glenn, gently nudging him to pay more attention. They spent too much time in their hide-e-hole and her little man over-exerted himself and was plum tired. Glenn hurriedly stood straight, ran a hand down his face and shook his head to try and wake himself up.
Tara worried her finger and shook her leg impatiently. Rosita leaned over, "I swear to god, Tara. If you don't take your ass to that infirmary and tell Denise you want to hook up, I will drag you over there myself."
The community where they were training was void of its occupants with it being too early for work to get started.
Paul shook his head at the recruits grumbling. Soon, he'd give them something to really complain about. "I've watched all of you these past four days and some of you are good and some of you are really good, but all of you need to learn control and how to take advantage in any situation. You will discover that out here, size does not matter…"
Shane nearly choked from Paul's phrasing and snickered, "Ask any woman and she'll tell you that ain't true."
Sasha scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes, which Shane caught and looked down at the ground in embarrassment. It bothered him that Sasha of all people didn't find his joke funny.
"…when you find yourself without a weapon," Paul finished while giving Shane a disapproving look. "You, as the ZA'a Elite Force must be proficient in all things. Not only will you be protecting your community from the dead, you will also have to deal with the living. One wrong move or mistake, could be the last thing you do."
Each of the recruits turned to the other and the thought of losing one another changed quite a few mindsets. Rick's thoughts were on Michonne and whatever issues they had, was nothing compared to what they could have in the future.
Their instructor removed his long, leather trench coat to reveal a sleeveless vest and crisscross utility belt, "I want you all spread out. My assistants will match you up with your sparring partner for today and tomorrow. The field is ours and I want you to take as much room as you need. Because you will be getting your asses kicked today." He nodded to Abraham and Sasha, who then pointed to each person to go to a certain spot.
Abraham nodded to Jerry, then to Tara. Noah against Glenn. Andrea against Maggie. Abe pointed to Rosita and had her move over to his side, Sasha pointed at Shane and they both gestured to Rick and Michonne to partner up.
Shane was the first to complain, "What the fuck? You can't have me beat up on a woman. How is that fuckn' fair?"
Tara whined, "You have me fighting Jerry? He's huge! All he'd have to do is blow on me and I'm dead." She gave him a smile of apology, "No offense, Jerry. You're just a loveable bear that happens to be strong as hell."
A huge grin spread across Jerry's face, "It's okay, dude. No offense taken. I really would hate to have to thrash you."
Though this was serious business, everyone couldn't help but break out in laughter at the picture of their sweet Jerry tossing poor Tara back and forth and bashing her on the ground.
Even Jesus had to chuckle, "Alright now, back to business. Remember, I said… size doesn't matter. Tara, don't worry, pretty soon you will be the one thrashing Jerry," he addressed the rest of the group, "Now that you have your sparring partners, first thing we are going to do is stretch. Out in the field and in the middle of a war, this is something you won't be able to do, but for now, you have to get your bodies ready. There will be no time later."
Paul raised his hands up in the air as if reaching for the sky, then bent forward to touch his toes. Michonne, still frustrated from missing out on a glorious orgasm last night, followed his movements by folding her body till she reached her toes, her hands lay flat against the ground. Rick stood there mesmerized at how flexible she was. Her breasts pressed flat against her knees, how relaxed she looked with no hint of straining. His eyes followed the lining of her back and then over the curve of her ass down her thick, muscled thighs, then his gaze made the trip around again.
He didn't realize how much time he spent studying her until she turned her head and tsked at him to get his attention. "Will you quit staring at me." She whispered loudly, "Stretch like Jesus said because I'm about to kick your ass."
That shook him out of his stupor, "Oh, so you're going to beat me?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, we'll see about that, Ms. Katana. You may be lethal with a sword, but you won't be when you catch these hands." Rick leaned down to stretch out the muscles of his legs and arms. Paul had changed his position and the rest followed with less grumbling. "So, you won't get mad if I accidently hurt you?"
Michonne's voice sounded strained as she raised her arms and leaned over to the right, "Rick, if you hold back then I will cut you. This is supposed to help save our lives and I don't want anyone that won't give me one hundred percent, cause that's what I will give him."
"Wait…" he stopped what he was doing and faced her, "Are we talking about something else here?"
She bent down at the knees, "What do you think?"
"I'd say, you're looking for a partner and not just one to fight with."
"I'd say you're right. Think you can handle it?"
"Oh, I know I can." He replied smugly.
Michonne lay flat on her back and began raising her knees doing stomach crunches, "We'll see tonight. And you can't back out after I kick your ass today."
"I don't mind you kicking my ass because tonight, I'll be kissing yours."
Michonne stumbled when she tried to get up on her feet.
"Having a little problem standing up there, darling?"
"Shut up, Rick." She chuckled.
"I know you don't expect me to try and hit you. Don't know if I could really hurt you," Shane was still trying to find a way out of sparring with Sasha. She was several feet shorter than he, and a whole lot smaller. He could have handled fighting Andrea before Sash. He just couldn't find it in him to raise a hand to her. "let me fight someone else more my size."
Sasha walked around Shane, eyeing him up and down. "What if I told you that you couldn't hurt me even if you tried."
"Come on girl, I would have you so hemmed up so fast." He pantomimed putting Sasha in a headlock.
Andrea quietly stretched her muscles has she listened on Shane talking to Sasha. "You think I should be worried that my man is talking to another woman? I thought she had a thing for Abraham?"
Maggie, bending at the waist, took a gander at what Andrea was talking about. She always liked Sasha. After losing her brother and her boyfriend, she was a woman who didn't play any games. She was a great warrior and a friend. As far as Andrea, she flirted with anything that had a dick, constantly berating Shane for things she did herself and frankly, she was too damn selfish and always put herself first. Sasha was beautiful, inside and out and she would take a bullet for anyone she loved.
After thinking deeply on the matter, Maggie thought Andrea didn't really want advice from her and she didn't want to get in the middle of her messiness. She gave the only answer to stay out of it, "No."
Paul waved his hands to get everyone's attention, "Listen up. The first maneuver we're going to work with is defense. The taller partner will try and stave off an attack and keep the other from pulling you down to the ground. Tara that means you have to knock Jerry on his ass. Use whatever method you want, as long as you don't use a physical weapon. Got it? Go!"
Noah immediately grabbed a still exhausted Glenn around the neck and easily pulled him down.
Rosita wasted no time in kicking Abe in the gonads and then punched him in the face. He grabbed his sore nuts and fell to his knees grimacing loudly.
Maggie, the taller of the two, simply pushed Andrea out of the way when she came for her.
Tara, unfortunately, thought it was a good idea to wrap herself around Jerry's leg, in the hopes he would trip and fall. Jerry just walked over to Paul and shrugged.
Shane, still complaining with his hands spread out, warned Sasha it wasn't going to work.
Sasha surprised him by running toward him and when it seemed she was going to crash into him…she kept going. She simply ran up Shane's front, wrapped her legs around his neck and swung her body as she tightened her thighs. Swinging in a downward ark, she kept her face from crashing into the dirt by putting her hands out and poor Shane, his neck still strangled by her thighs was whipped into the air to land in a crumpled heap by her side.
He yelped, "Shit!"
Everyone stopped and gasped at Sasha's ninja-like move then gave an applause that she brought the much larger and taller Shane down.
Sasha stood there with her hands on her hips, her breathing barely strained, "Wanna try again, Shane?"
He raised up on his elbow and stared at Sasha with his eyebrow cocked. He smiled, "I think you made your point. But I still ain't gonna hit you."
Shane thought to himself, 'Anyone but you.'
When that was done, they all turned to watch what Michonne would do.
Instead of swinging to punch, she grabbed Rick by both of his shoulders. Rick reciprocated and they both grappled by pushing each other back and forth.
Though he enjoyed this little wrestling move she was trying to pull, he had to tell her, "Whatever you're trying to do Michonne… it won't work."
Rick didn't realize but Michonne was using this method so that when Rick pushed back, she would use his forward momentum to pull him toward her, only to fall beneath him, then placing her foot on his stomach to project him overhead.
Instead of letting him go, she rolled with him as his back landed in the dirt. With her two hands, she slammed his shoulders back on the ground as he tried to get up.
"Ah, ah, ah…you ain't goin' nowhere, son." Michonne's smiling grin brightening up her entire presence.
When Rick cocked his head at her and squinted, she hopped to her feet and held out her hand to help him up. "Wanna try again?"
"Okay, you caught me off guard with that one. Yeah… let's do this again. Bet you won't pin me next time round. This time, I won't hold back." Rick dusted off his shirt and his jeans and rolled his shoulders to prepare to slam his woman.
Michonne swept her twists behind her before giving him a 'come hither' waggle of her fingers, "Come on, pretty boy."
Feeling a slight jump in his stomach and his breathing became a little choppy, Rick refused to admit that Michonne calling him 'pretty boy' made him feel a little bit giddy.
He had a plan for her.
They stood facing each other and once again they both clasped shoulders, as if they were about to wrestle. When he clamped a tight hold on her and tried to pull her close, Michonne twisted and thrust out her hip and forced Rick to flip over, landing on his back once again. This time when she sat on his waist, he quickly turned the tables, rolled her over, and ended up laying heavily between her thighs.
Michonne's knees were bent and Rick put pressure on her crotch. He thrust a few times as she struggled to get away from him. His bluer than blue eyes staring down at her intensely. She ceased moving when she felt the hardening circumference of his cock pressing onto her. Her eyes widened in surprise and took an involuntary sharp breath as a shot of arousal spread through her nether regions.
"Feel that, Michonne? I told you, I won't hold back."
To the others observing, it looked as if the two were still struggling for dominance and not actually having sex with their clothes on.
Paul interrupted, "Alright, you two. Get up. Looks like it's a tie." He turned to Tara still clinging to Jerry's leg, "Tara, holding on to someone's leg like that will get you killed. Let him go."
When Tara stood up he continued, "What you should have done was kick him in the back of the knee." Paul faced Jerry, then all of a sudden, he took a quick step to Jerry's side and swiftly cracked him in the back of his leg, startling a crying out Jerry into falling with the surprise hit.
Paul helped him back to his feet and spoke to everyone, "When you are facing someone bigger than you, don't be afraid. The old saying, 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall' is all true. You just have make sure you get as far away as possible if they're not dead."
After the demonstration, he turned to his trainees, "Again!"
Several hours later…
It was a tough day for everyone. Battered and beaten, a few sported a couple of bruises. Jesus had put them all through the ringer.
When Jesus told Tara to fight dirty, she listened. Following the actions that Sasha took, she ran up Jerry's body. Because she wasn't as athletic as Sasha, she grabbed Jerry's long hair instead and pulled him down. Jerry screamed when Tara nearly tore his hair out. She immediately let him go and fussily apologized to him. Tara had a real reason to visit Denise, in her attempt to take down Jerry, she pulled a hamstring.
Maggie busted Andrea in the eye while she had to ice a large welt on her abdomen from the woman's vicious kick.
Glenn finally awakened fully when Noah punched him, and Glenn retaliated by locking Noah's arms behind him and slamming him face-first onto the ground.
They all sat in the mess hall, groaning and complaining.
Rosita held an ice pack to her shoulder, while Abraham held one against his balls.
Sasha stood by the counter rubbing her ass from Shane smacking her there, while Shane looked on with a damp cloth held to his split lip.
Rick sat quietly looking at his bandaged hand, courtesy of him throwing a punch at Michonne. He totally missed when she quickly stepped out of the way and a tree stood in her place. Now both hands were damaged.
Meanwhile, Michonne had to change out of her pants because Rick had grabbed her by the leg and dragged her across the field. The seat of her jeans had been rubbed away. Luckily, the skin on her butt didn't go with it.
She thought back to what happened after that:
Rick had finally let her leg go when they were far enough away from the others.
Michonne's voice was hoarse after yelling so much at him for being dragged, "Rick, you're gonna pay for that."
The man had the nerve to stare down at her smugly with his hands on his hips, his brow sweaty and his curls fell over his forehead, "I know I'm gonna pay. I'm lookin' forward to it."
"You didn't have to drag me, Rick," she growled at him from across the table.
Rick rested his injured hand on the table and leaned toward her, "Hey, Jesus said do what you gotta do. You were so slippery, I couldn't get a lick in, so I did what I had to do."
The rest of the crew were too tired and too hurt to stay in the mess hall for long. They needed to get some rest because they were going to continue the same thing tomorrow and that's when the top performing recruits would be chosen for the ZA's Elite Force.
No one paid attention to Rick and Michonne sitting there arguing. And those two never noticed everyone leaving.
"My ass hurts, Rick," Michonne almost whined.
"Hold on, weren't you the one that said that if I didn't give one hundred percent, you wouldn't have respect for me?"
"I didn't mean drag me across the field on my ass."
"Oh, poor baby. You said I was gonna pay for it. Let me pay now."
"What are you talkin' about?"
He stood and walked around the table and held out his hand, "Come on. I'll show you."
Curious, Michonne groaned a bit a she stood. She turned to follow him out to the hallway, figuring he was going to do something nice like giving her that Big Cat chocolate bar she saw him sneak out of the commissary yesterday. Her mouth began to water with the thought of biting into thick, gooey, chocolatey goodness after the fucked-up day she had. 'He's still gonna have to make up for my sore ass.'
With her mind on indulging in sweetness, she didn't notice that Rick was not heading for the door. Suddenly, her hand was yanked from behind. Rick had stopped at the cashier counter rolling metal window shutters, which were shut and locked for the night.
He dragged her into his arms and cut off her surprised yelp by clamping his lips onto hers.
Though he pulled her roughly, his right hand cupped her ass softly and his left weaved its way into the locs of her hair as he controlled the kiss.
Michonne's eyes closed automatically as soon as his tongue slipped inside to swirl around hers. She snatched her face away; brown eyes bore into blue. His eyelids were closed half way and his pupils were dilated. Her gaze darted from one side to the other, questioning what he was doing without having to say a word.
He knew why but he had a question of his own, "Can I have you, Michonne?" His palm never stopped caressing her as he waited for her answer.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Rick. Soldiers are not supposed to fraternize with each other."
"I don't care. This is the ZA, and one thing I've learned, is that in this world, you only get one shot. I've wanted you ever since I saw you in the Kingdom, but I was too hardheaded to understand what I was feeling. Spending this time with you told me you are my shot."
Michonne gave him a smile that lit up the entire mess hall.
"And if they don't like it… we'll just take over this place."
Michonne leaned away from him and gave him a serious glare, "I know you're not talking about killing people."
Rick chuckled, "No, I wouldn't, unless they tried to hurt you. Jesus asked me if I wanted to lead the Elite Force. I didn't want that. I told him I would only do it as long as you co-lead with me. You're the best fighter here. Hell, even better than me, except you can't shoot for shit."
She scoffed at his insult.
He grinned, "Well, I kinda suck at knives…" his face turned serious, "but the two of us, you and me, leading this crew together… I'd want that. If it's something you wanted."
She took only a few seconds to think about it. Wrapping her hands around his shoulders to smooth her hands up into his curls at the back of his head, she breathed softly before gently placing her lips against his, "Yeah…"
His placed both hands on her bottom and squeezed as she took control of the kiss this time. He moaned quietly as she pressed her body firmly against his. The small cafeteria was empty, and he gave a brief thought about someone coming in.
Michonne's warning nagged at him.
He ran his tongue along the ridge of her teeth as he breathed in her earthy scent with an underlying of something sweet. He slipped his fingers in the loose waistband of her borrowed sweatpants.
Thank god he didn't have to deal with the tight ones she had on earlier. He smoothed his hands down her softness and sighed in relief to finally be able to touch her so intimately. Raising, he grasped her by the tiny waist and turned her around. He picked her up effortlessly and set her on the counter, without releasing her lips.
He let her go and ran his mouth down her graceful neck as she massaged the muscles of his shoulders and back. Taking a deep breath, Rick reluctantly pulled away, "I don't care if anyone knows about us, but we can't stay here. Someone could walk in or T-Dog might come back to start cookin' or something. We can't go back to my place, Jerry's a light sleeper."
Michonne ran her thumb along his brow, "We can go back to my room after. Maggie hasn't slept there since the night before. Her and Glenn have some secret place."
Rick made to stand back, so they could go to her room, but she snatched him back, "Where do you think you're going? I said, 'after'. You are not going to get me all worked up like this and then stop."
Before Rick could protest, Michonne reached out and ripped his shirt open.
Buttons flew and hit the ground, "Chonne, that's my favorite shirt!"
"So, I'll sew them back on." She peeled off her v-neck tank top, wrapped and locked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Quit wasting time, Rick." She leaned forward and blew her warm breath in his ear, "Fuck me, Rick. You're not getting away from me until you do." Then she licked his lobe.
Rick shuddered at the sound of her deepened, sexy voice, her tongue on his ear, and the feel of her heat between her thighs.
"Oh, damn. You are mine, Michonne." He pulled her closer, molding his bare chest against hers as well as his lips. Breathing heavily, he snatched off his ruined shirt and maneuvered her body to pull her pants down.
Michonne leaned back as he removed the loose-fitting pair and watched Rick's eyes glow as he took in her body.
He didn't have a lot of time, someone could walk in at any moment, so he hurriedly unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans and fisted himself as he bent to slide a slow lick between Michonne's wet lips of her pussy. She widened her legs as she followed the path of his tongue gliding wetly along her slit to briefly suck on her clit.
She let out a soft gasp, "Oh, shit…Rick. That's um… uh…,' she grabbed the curls in the back of his head as her hips began to gyrate to his rhythm.
Rick lifted and opened her thighs wider as his tongue tunneled in deeper into her channel, delighting in her taste and wonderment that he finally was able to get his hands and mouth on her and she wasn't trying to kill him. He waggled his tongue rapidly as he used the tip of his nose to consistently bump her hardened pearl to help speed along her upcoming orgasm.
He wasn't going to stop until he got it, even if Jesus walked in.
Michonne's taste, her womanly scent and the mewling sound she made was making his dick harder. He felt her walls tightening around his tongue and he knew it wouldn't be long before she gave him what he wanted. Her thighs began to tremble as he opened her thighs wider. He tunneled into her hole, then pulled back to flick his tip on her clit at a wicked pace. His girl became louder and louder and neither worried about witnesses.
Fortunately, the entire crew was too tired to even care about wandering about, except one.
She didn't care how close Michonne and Rick had gotten over the past few days. At first, it seemed they wouldn't become friends. She had set her eyes on snagging Rick for herself, because her trusty 'go-to' has become enamored with the woman that could kick his ass.
Standing here now, watching these two between the crack of the door was pissing her off. Not just because she lost out on an opportunity to grab the next leader of Elite Force, she was missing out on a man who knows what to do with his mouth. He was tearing Michonne's ass up and she was loving it.
"They are so hot together," Andrea whispered to herself. "Fuck her, she won't get to keep him." Reluctantly turning away from the door, Andrea made her way back to bed. She tried to find Shane earlier, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. After getting in bed and pulling the covers over her shoulder, she snickered, "Just wait till Jesus hears about this."
With her plan set, she turned off the light, and missed Rosita and Tara look at each other and shake their heads in pity.
Michonne clamped a hand over her mouth trying to contain the howl as she came. Her thighs spread wider and curled her toes as the electrifying ecstasy flowed through her body. When spent, her legs collapsed on Rick's shoulders.
He continued to lick her folds as she came down. As she settled down, he pulled her off the counter to stare into her eyes. His gaze was intense, and it took a few seconds for Michonne to focus. She placed her palms along his beard and pulled him down for a kiss.
Before she could lose herself in his warmth, Rick pushed her back slightly and spun her around, forcing her to bend over the counter.
Rick swept her hair to the side, "I told you, baby. Ain't no holding back," he whispered close to her ear. He used his foot to nudge her legs wider and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Grabbing hold of his rod, he swiped her slit several times with his bulbous head before pushing firmly inside.
Michonne groaned loudly as he filled her.
"That's it… you like how my dick is filling you? God…baby, that pussy is so tight." He pulled out until only the tip remained. "Remember what I said," he spoke breathlessly as he replaced her hand with his own over her mouth, "from now on, it's you and me." He dipped his finger inside to moisten the tip then ran it across her lips.
"Michonne," he called to get her attention.
She snatched her mouth away from his tantalizing hand, "Uhm?"
"You ready?"
"Uh, whaaaa…."
She didn't get a chance to ask 'ready for what' when Rick pulled his hand away and put both of them on her hips, bent his knees slightly and began a rapid and rigorous pace. He drilled her so firmly, Michonne gripped the other side of the counter.
"Riiiiiick!" She practically screamed.
Sweat gleamed and glistened down the flexing muscles of her back, hypnotizing Rick as he lost himself plunging into Michonne's hot and juicy pussy. As he tunneled within, her vibrating walls closed around his width tightly which made his eye cross from how good it felt.
The flapping of skin against skin echoed throughout the room. Rick grunted with effort, raising Michonne to place her back against his chest. As he continued to pump, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed as his time was coming, "Oh, god, I'm 'bout to cum!"
He hit her with deep jabs as she pushed back. When his orgasm hit, he hurriedly pulled out and pumped his white creamy semen on the upper rounded curve if Michonne's beautiful ass. She fell forward exhausted to rest on the counter as Rick's member continued to jerk and spurt.
He lay across her back as his softening cock rested between her cheeks, "I don't think I can move, Michonne. We might have to stay like this the rest of the night."
Michonne chuckled as she tried to catch her breath. "Then they'd really kick us out if they found us like this."
While recuperating, Rick's hands kept busy, rubbing her abdomen and patting her pussy. Michonne sighed, "If you don't quit that, we'll never get out of here. Come on, my room is free, and I need to get some sleep. We got a big day tomorrow and I'm going to kick your ass again."
Rick stood straight and grabbed her pants off the counter where he threw them. Turned her around again and gave her a quick kiss, "Yes, Ma'am."
He reached down and pulled his pants back up. Before fastening them, he grabbed her hand and wrapped her palm around his once again hardening cock, "Just so you know… you're not goin' to sleep just yet."