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Chapter 6: Completion Day
A still exhausted Michonne lay on her side and opened her eyes when the bright sun filtered through the blinds. Today was the last day for hand to hand combat training and who would be chosen to join the force. It didn't take her long to realize that an arm was slung over her waist, a leg was tangled between hers and a soft snoring sounded in her ear. Without moving anything else, she turned her head and encountered tousled, curly hair and a face buried into the pillow, close to her neck.
She knew it was around 4 am by the setting of early dawn and that meant that if they don't get up, get ready, they would be late for roll call.
"Shit."
She nudged Rick in his chest, "Rick… Rick. Wake up. We're late. We gotta go."
She turned her body towards him and her ass rubbed against his morning wood. A shot of desire flooded through her as she lifted her thigh and pushed back a little with her hips, allowing his member to slip in between. Her pussy began to throb and grow wet.
"Just a little before we have to go," she whispered to herself. Michonne reached back and got a hold of his hair, tangling her fingers through his curls, the other, she lowered her hand to seek his cock lying between her thighs, wrapped her palm around the width of him and rubbed the hardened, mushroom tip along her dripping labia.
With one thrust backwards, she got him to enter from behind, dragging in a sharp breath, Michonne pushed back slowly until she was filled. The stretching of her walls so early in the morning was so intoxicating that she had to hold still for a few moments to savor the feeling of fullness.
Rick woke slowly to the feel of his cock enveloped in wet, heated warmth. "Michonne…" he moaned and thrust forward. He didn't have to think long about what was happening. He was getting a early morning fuck and had no time to waste. He grabbed a hold of her thigh and raised it higher as he pulled out then pushed back in. His arm underneath reached up and palmed her firm breast and he lightly pinched her hard nipple.
They didn't speak. They just enjoyed the impact of their bodies coming together, the rustling of the sheets, the increasingly harsh sounds of their breathing.
Rick bent his knee and dug his toes down into the mattress to switch his angle of entry and seek out another of her sweet spots. He let go of her breast to slide his fingers over her clit and palmed her there. One finger tapping in beat with his increasing momentum.
The high pitch of her moans and tightening around his dick signaled she was about to blow. He raised her thigh higher and sped up the pace, "Come on, Chonne… give to me. I can feel it, right there. Cum on this dick!" He let go of her leg and took hold of her chin, directing her mouth to his.
The rickety bed that they were laying on banged against the wall, but he couldn't stop. Her juices soaked them both and slid down the front of his thighs. The noise it made ramped up their sexual aggression as he pounded hard. When Michonne reached her peak, she nearly clamped his dick off and he had to lock down on her mouth to muffle her scream.
Of course, Rick and Michonne found themselves late for their last day of training. If one could call it that. It came as no surprise to anyone that the two strongest of their group hooked up. Their missing in action would have gone on unspoken except for a certain troublemaker in their midst.
When Andrea entered the open field where their training was taking place early that morning, she head straight for Jesus, Abraham and Sasha where they stood in conference, discussing what was going to take place today.
The rest of the recruits watched her about to make an ass of herself. Shane, in particular, had an inkling on what she was about to tell the trainers and he'd had enough of her shenanigans. He wasn't an angel himself, but these last few days had opened his eyes that he needed to start taking his life seriously and stop playing like it didn't matter anymore.
It was time for him to go for what he wanted and what he needed. Sasha showed him that. Even if they didn't get together, he had a completely new mindset and Andrea was toxic. He saw how she was sniffing after Rick. He may not have known the man very well, but he knew Rick was stuck on Michonne and she on Rick, the minute they laid eyes on each other. Even if they didn't act like it.
Knowing Andrea the way he did, she was about to try and put a wrench in Rick and Michonne's relationship and he's gonna have to fess up and possibly mess up his own chance with Sasha, in order to get Andrea to stop.
Just then, the aforementioned couple showed up and walked hand in hand over to the rest of the recruits. When they reached them, Rick and Michonne dropped their clasp and Rick asked, "Morning everyone. What's going on?"
He gestured over to where Andrea spoke in a low tone to their trainers. They all watched as Andrea looked back when she spotted the couple staring at her point blank. Her eyes widened with guilt.
Jesus, Sasha and Abe kept their expressions blank as they listened to Andrea tell her tale. When finished they came over to the rest of the group. Andrea hung back behind them as if that would save her.
Jesus spoke first, "It has come to our attention that some of the recruits have been extra social with each other and as you all know, we have a rule against that and it's very frowned upon. He gave a pointed look toward Rick and Michonne, though he never looked directly at them.
"From what we've learned, this may affect your eligibility on the force."
Michonne asked, "So, what does this mean, Jesus?"
He began to speak, "I mean…"
He was interrupted by Andrea peeking out from behind him. "I saw you two fucking in the mess hall last night and that means you are both out of the program." She hid back behind him.
Everyone turned to the woman in disbelief.
Shane, while facing Jesus, directed his comments to Andrea. He was afraid to see how Sasha was going to take what he had to say. "Andrea, if Rick and Michonne have to go, then you might as well kick your own self out. Did you forget I fucked you in the closet the first day here?" That's when he braced himself to look at Sasha. "I was dumb and didn't think. I've been messin' up a long time and I've been lucky to live through it. I know you don't believe me, but I'm hopin' you'll give me a chance to get to know you and you know me."
He glanced around at everyone staring at him, when he turned back, Sasha had a slight smile on her face. "I can be an asshole and a ho. I ain't tryin' to be like that anymore." He gestured for Jesus to move out of the way, so he could say it to Andrea's face. You and I have known each other a long time, and we both didn't do right, but I'm tryin' to do right now. I can't be with you anymore. If my life is gonna mean something, it can't be hangin' with you."
To Jesus he pleaded, "Rick and Michonne don't deserve to be kicked out. They are your best warriors and have earned their place even if they broke one of your rules. Hell, we all should be kicked out, but didn't you say, in this world you gotta do whatever you gotta do to survive?"
Jesus nodded and so did the rest of the group.
Shane waved his hand and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, then why does having sex with the one you wanna be with such a big deal? We may not live tomorrow. Why would you wanna take that away from anybody?"
Michonne and Rick smiled to one another and clasped hands again.
Glenn placed and arm around Maggie's shoulders.
Rosita hugged Abraham around his middle.
Noah stared up into the trees that surrounded the wide-open field.
Tara moved to hug Jerry, but he used his finger on her forehead to push her back, "Dude, I like you, just not like that."
Tara gave an embarrassed nod and placed her hands behind her back and faced Jesus again.
Andrea had been steaming over Shane's 'Dear John' speech and her anger finally spilled over, "Fine! We all broke your rule so that means we all get kicked out." She pointed to Richonne, "As long as they're gone, I don't care!"
As the last of her last words echoed into nothingness, a rolling rumble and low pitch whispering growls began to grow louder and louder. They all turned towards the outlying trees to see hundreds of the dead shuffle a slow path to the group.
Before panic could grip them, Rick took charge. "Rosita, Sasha, Noah and Tara… get your sniper rifles and get to the top of the fence. Spread out along the walls. We need the cover from above. Hold back on firing rapidly. Conserve your ammo."
He told Abe, Andrea, "Cover the right and make sure you take a few cartridges. Maggie, Glenn… take the left. Michonne, Jesus, Jerry and I will take them head on."
Michonne and Jesus already started taking down the walkers, while Jerry ran to the weapons table and picked up a two-sided ax, then joined the battle.
Rick pointed to Shane, "Shane cover Glenn and Maggie. There's more on their side. Make sure the walkers don't flank us.
"Headshots only!" He yelled as he ran up to join where Michonne, Jesus and Jerry were fighting, giving each person enough room to do what they do best:
Michonne swinging her katana.
Jerry wielding his battleax.
Jesus, kicking and decapitating soft, mushy skulls or stabbing them in the base of their necks.
Without questioning his orders, everyone moved to do what Rick said.
Shane, unknowingly planted himself right below where Sasha posted at the top of the fenced gate. Their respective rifles braced on the shoulder, right eye concentrating and focused through the scope, finger on the trigger as each precisely aimed and shot at the same time.
For some odd reason Andrea thought Abe was handling their side just fine and that Rick needed her help as backup. Side-stepping slowly, she kept her eyes on the walkers as she pulled the trigger, hitting them square in the face. While her accuracy was spot on, she made the mistake of not watching the ground and a crawler was able to get close enough to reach out and grab her ankle, causing her to trip.
With a surprised yell, Andrea fell to the ground, the jolt knocking the gun out her hand. Since the walker had a hold of her legs, trying to bite her, she couldn't reach her weapon in the back of her pants.
Trying to kick off the one, gave time for a second to crawl its way toward her. Everyone else was busy trying to stave off the horde and their incessant moans drowned out Andrea's cry for help. When the other was close enough to grab her, Andrea felt this was it, she was going to die. The walkers would have enough time to get a bite out of her before anyone could come save her.
Right when she gave up, she heard two swishes of metal slice through the air.
The upper half of two walker heads, dripping with dark blood, splashed across her thighs and standing above her flicking that black matter from her katana, was Michonne.
Once she cleared the thick, pulpy mess from her sword, she held her hand out to Andrea to help her off the ground. With narrowed eyes and her lips trembling with anger, she quickly spoke "Next time, keep your ass where you are supposed to be."
Without another word, she ran back to the frontline.
Rick kept focus on cutting down the walkers in front of him, but he also kept note on Michonne's whereabouts. He couldn't feel prouder when he saw her notice Andrea's plight and didn't think twice to go and rescue her, even after she tried to get them both kicked out.
The recruits of the Elite Force finally began making a dent in the wall of walkers that invaded their community. It was fortunate they were training in the right field at the right time. If it wasn't for them, the small village would have been decimated. Once the numbers were down to a manageable level, several residents came out to assist and get rid of the rest, giving Rick, Michonne and the others a much need respite.
The snipers came down from the top of the fence and joined those on the ground.
After a brief meeting, the trainers walked over to the tired group, with Andrea standing off to the side. Jesus addressed them, "Excellent work out there. This community would have been destroyed if it hadn't been for all of you. We had discussed this with our leader before and after seeing what happened here today, the decision has been made." He looked to where Rick sat in the grass with Michonne sitting next to him. "I'm sure there will be no argument, but we have decided that Rick shall lead Elite Force with Michonne as his second."
Everyone turned to the exhausted couple. Jesus continued. "Sasha, Abraham and I, will be working alongside you. You are the first wave and it will be up to us to bring in more recruits to battle the dead and the living."
Sasha took over, "From what we've seen here today, all of you have been accepted." She turned to Shane, "As for that 'one' rule, you're right Shane. I would gladly get to know you better."
Andrea's head dropped. She had nothing more to say.
As the rest dispersed to help with clean up, Rick and Michonne stayed behind. He took a hold of her hand when she asked, "Training's over. We are Elite Force. Where do we go from here?"
Even though their hands were filthy with blood and gore, Rick raised her palm and gently placed his lips on the front of her wrist. "Well, from what Jesus told me, we are transferring to a centralized location that had been abandoned awhile ago. They called it The Sanctuary." He looked around at his people picking up carcasses, placing them on wheelbarrows and moving them away from the fence, "Now that that stupid rule is gone, we won't have to sneak. When we move in, I want to stay with you."
He peered deep into her eyes, "I'll follow you wherever you go. If you'll have me."
Michonne reached up and pushed his sweaty curls back from his forehead, "After watching you fight in the field and after what we did last night, I'd be stupid not to keep you."