A/N: Hi all. Sorry for the wait in between updates. I hope you enjoy this instalment!
Hastily, Rick led Michonne by the hand from the cab in the direction of his porch; they quickly climbed the steps and stood at his front door smiling at one another under the dim porchlight. Rick's mind was spinning from the alcohol as well as the adrenaline. He could hardly believe what was happening; he and Michonne were really going into his home in the middle of the night to become better acquainted. His heart was racing as his arousal grew.
Michonne pushed her thoughts of knowing better to the side as she waited for Rick to search his pockets and find his keys. Her judgement, which stopped her from doing anything too hasty and that she so dearly valued was being washed away with every passing moment; she knew only one thing and that was that she wanted Rick Grimes. She took the opportunity to kiss his neck and work her way up to his ear; Michonne then took Rick's earlobe into her mouth and sucked gently. The sensation set Rick hard as he let out a throaty moan and then opened the door.
He lifted Michonne and effectively carried her inside; placing her down on one of the cabinets that lined his hallway. She wrapped her legs about his waist and continued to kiss him as he closed the door; her dress was hiked up over her hips. His lips met hers once more and he pressed his arousal against her; Michonne ground her hips in response and leaned backwards. Suddenly, she knocked over a lamp and stopped to apologize, but Rick cupped her face and caught her mouth with his before she could utter an apology at her clumsiness.
Frantically, their hands searched their heated bodies and their tongues clashed together; both were heavily aroused. Rick found the zipper of her dress, undid it and pulled the garment over her head as he trailed his lips over her collarbone. Soon, because of deft hands, Michonne was sitting atop the cabinet in only her underwear; Rick stepped back to admire her body and shed his own clothing. Impatiently, Michonne climbed down and helped Rick disrobe. She ran her hands over his back and then up over his chest, admiring his firm but slight form.
She brought her mouth to his again and sucked his bottom lip as her hand found his erection inside of his boxer shorts. She tugged him gently a few times, causing his head to roll backwards and a growl to escape his throat.
"We should go to my room," Rick said heavily, cupping her round backside.
Michonne gave his hardness a few more strokes.
"Lead the way," she said teasingly.
…..
Michonne was sprawled out naked on Rick's bed as he kicked off his underwear and stood watching her; he took a moment to take in her nakedness.
"God, you're beautiful," he drawled as his eyes roamed over her curves.
Rick approached the bed and then covered Michonne's body with his; they shared another heated kiss. His hand found the sweetness between her legs as he trailed his fingers over her hot, slick opening. He smiled to find that her sex was wet and ready for him; his own ached wildly with desire as he could hardly wait to have her. He slid his fingers between her folds and pressed his mouth to her neck; Michonne whimpered in delight as he rubbed her nub in a circular motion and coated it with her own juices.
Her hips bucked at the sensation as Rick teasingly worked his fingers over her; Michonne moaned once more as Rick felt his sex quiver. His ministrations increased in speed as she drew nearer to her release. Michonne felt the familiar warmth circling in her abdomen as she straightened her legs and gripped the sheets in her fingers. Her climax washed over her as her body shook; Rick held his fingers in place, feeling her walls contracting around them.
When he did withdraw his fingers, he cupped Michonne's face and then the pair shared yet another fervent kiss; she pushed Rick onto his back and then straddled him. She reached her hands down to his erection and began to stroke him.
"Oh, fuck," breathed Rick, his eyes clenched shut; Michonne smiled and continued rubbing her hands up and down his shaft.
"Do you have something?" she asked.
Rick fumbled around in the drawer of his nightstand until he found the small silver wrapper. Michonne took the condom from him and tore the corner with her teeth; she stroked Rick a few more times before rolling the latex down his heated stiffness. She leaned forward to kiss him once more before lowering herself onto Rick's aching length.
xXxXx
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his fingers worked over her sensitive nub.
"Oh, God," she breathed heavily. "Rick. Fuck. Rick."
Soon thereafter, Michonne found her release once again as Rick pumped into her a few more times; his own climax followed hers moments later. Spent, Rick collapsed on top of a panting Michonne; he kissed her mouth and then withdrew his throbbing sex from hers before rolling to his back.
"Fuck," he said. "You're amazing."
Michonne smiled and shifted so that her head was resting on his chest; she draped her arm over him.
"Yeah, so are you," she replied.
Rick discreetly removed the condom and dropped it to the floor before he went to kiss Michonne again, but his phone began to ring; Rick sighed and picked up the receiver after whispering an apology to her.
"Hello?" said Rick. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Suddenly Rick sat up and threw his feet over the side of the bed.
"How long ago?"
Silence.
"Shit!" he said. "Okay. Okay, I'll be right there. Thank, Don."
"What's going on, Rick?" asked Michonne as she watched him scramble to find clothes.
He looked frantic.
"It's my son," he said as he pulled on a shirt. "He's at the station. He stole a car."
"Oh my god, is he okay?" asked Michonne.
"Yeah, no one was hurt. I just gotta get down there. You're welcome to stay here if you like," he offered.
Michonne thought a moment, but figured it would be best for Rick and his son to be alone when they returned to the house.
"Ah, it's fine. I'll get a cab home," she said.
"I can't let you do that. I'll drop you off and then go get Carl. Is that okay with you?" asked Rick, stopping to look at Michonne now.
He was worried about his son, but he also felt a little guilty that he and Michonne were not going to get to spend the entire night together after they had just been intimate.
"Sure," said Michonne with a small smile. "If it's okay with you."
"It's no trouble at all; besides, I should probably let his ass stew a little while," Rick replied.
xXxXx
"Woah, Deputy. You look like a mess," said Don who was working the reception desk.
Rick looked at the older man and then at the clock which read two-thirty. He ignored his workmate's comment.
"Where is he?" asked Rick.
"He's in the interview room," Don replied.
Rick nodded and headed towards the door.
…..
Carl sat at the table with his head in his hands; he did not look up when Rick entered the room.
"You wanna tell me what's goin' on?" asked Rick as he took a seat across from his son.
Carl lifted his head, looked at Rick and then looked away.
"I'm sorry, Dad…"
"What were you thinkin'? You stole Gerry's car?"
"Who told you it was his car?" asked Carl.
"We're the police, Carl; we know how to run a check on the plates," Rick said, sounding annoyed. "Besides, Gerry called it in when Lori noticed you'd taken it. You're lucky he didn't press charges."
"I'm sorry…"
"You're sorry? You can't keep doin' this, Son. You can't keep gettin' into trouble and runnin' away," said Rick.
"I hate it there with them!" said Carl, tears in his eyes. "I want to be with you."
"I know that, but things are tricky right now," explained Rick.
"Why can't I just stay with you?" the teen asked.
"Because the courts said you had to stay with your mother," Rick said.
"Well I don't want to be there with Mom and that dick pretending to be a happy family when we're not. They ruined my life! I hate them!" Carl spat and Rick felt his heart sink.
There was not much else he could do for his son until he reached the age of eighteen as it was court mandated.
"You don't mean that," said Rick. "You have to be patient, Carl. Your Mom only wants what's best for you…"
"It's best if I'm with you, Dad. Why can't they see that?" he asked.
"Even so, you can't keep runnin' away and sure as hell can't steal people's cars," Rick chided and Carl dropped his head.
"I'm so disappointed in you, Carl. You've really let us all down, let yourself down. You're lucky it's Gerry and not some stranger. You could've been in so much more trouble," said Rick.
"What about Noah?" asked Carl. "Will he be in trouble?"
"What do you mean what about Noah? Where is he?" said Rick.
Carl dropped his head again.
"He was with me. We took the car together, but it was my idea…"
"God damn it, Carl! You're draggin' your friends into this? I expected more from you!" said Rick loudly.
"I know. I'm sorry…"
"Where is he now?" asked Rick.
"I don't know. They separated us," Carl explained.
Rick shook his head, stood and then left the room. He found Don at the reception area looking through a magazine.
"The boy who was with my son, where is he?" Rick queried, a headache already set in.
"He's in the lock-up. Booked 'im already," said Don.
"You did what?" Rick asked incredulously.
"We booked the kid," Don offered and looked back at his reading material.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" asked Rick, annoyed with the whole situation. "He's a good kid."
"Calm down. I know you've been drinkin' so there's no need to get all loud. He helped your kid steal the car, Grimes. We had to book 'im," Don said as he placed his magazine down.
"That's bullshit! You didn't even book my boy, and he was the one drivin' the damn car. Hell, Gerry didn't even press charges," Rick said, the irritation growing. "Why the hell did you lock Noah up?"
"I think you know why, Grimes," said Don as he leaned back in his chair.
"Actually, I think you're gonna have to explain to me why," Rick said, stepping closer to the reception desk.
"It's simple; Carl's your boy and you're one of us. We take care of our own. We're doin' y'all a favor here. That other boy damn sure ain't your relation and somebody gotta pay, so that's that," Don replied.
"This is bullshit, Don and you know it," Rick exclaimed.
"Well unless you're gonna post his bail, ain't nothin' you can do about it…"
"Did you notify his parents? His family's attorney?" asked a frustrated Rick.
"You know what, Rick? You ain't on duty and I ain't at liberty to discuss this with ya further. Put simply, this ain't yo' business so I suggest you get your kid, go home and sleep it off before I put you in the cell next to that boy," said Don, annoyed with Rick's line of questioning. "Go on home now."
Rick shook his head and then walked away; he got his son and they left the station.
xXxXx
The headache that had set in after Rick picked Carl up was still lingering when Lori and Gerry drove away with the teenager the next day, in the very car the boy had taken. He sighed, knowing he was about to follow them and come to some kind of consensus regarding Carl and his misbehavior. Firstly, he was going to the station to see how Noah and his parents were doing.
…..
Rick sighed as he checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. He had much weighing on his mind with Carl's consistent acting out; Lori's insistence that she was best equipped to deal with their son; Noah's situation; and, of course, Michonne. He had not heard from her and he had expected to. They had, after all, finally given in to their attraction and had sex. He just wished she was not regretting it now as he placed his phone into his pocket and walked into the station.
A tired looking Noah walked just ahead of his parents as they exited a door to the inner working of the station. Carefully, Rick approached and offered the family a genuinely concerned look. Noah's father Roger looked unimpressed when Rick extended his hand to shake when he greeted them.
"Sorry about all o' this," said Rick in earnest.
"You're sorry?" asked Roger incredulously. "Don't give me that BS, Grimes."
Suddenly Michonne came through the same door.
"I advise you not to engage with Deputy Grimes until everything is dealt with. Deputy, it's best if you don't speak with my clients," she said sternly and Rick looked confused.
She then spoke to Noah and his parents: "Go home; get some rest. I'll be in touch."
They offered her their thanks and left the reception area, Roger shot Rick a disparaging glare. Michonne turned to leave without saying anything else to Rick; he reached out and gently took her by the arm and she shook herself free of him.
"Michonne?" he asked. "Can we talk?"
"No we cannot," she replied, walking past him out the door. "I'm not discussing this with you. I can't discuss this with you."
Rick followed her.
"Hey, would you please wait a second?" he pleaded.
Michonne sighed, stopped and then turned around to face him.
"What do you want?" she asked, looking irritated.
"You're angry at me, aren't you?" asked Rick, as he tilted his head to the side. "After last night…"
"Oh, okay. Let's talk about last night. You got a call from your good ol' boy buddies here when your son got picked up for stealing that car. Guess who didn't get a call? Noah's people. I'm one of the only defence attorneys here, Rick. No one called me until this morning," she said.
"That's not my fault," he said.
"I know that," Michonne spat. "But Carl got to go home with you while Noah slept in that cell. You were here, obviously. You want to explain that to me?"
Rick wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"The guys who were on last night booked him," Rick explained. "There was nothing I could do."
Michonne shook her head and started to walk away.
"That's great; just great," she said, irritated with the whole conversation.
"Michonne…"
"What?" she asked loudly as she turned, coming to a halt.
"I had no idea he was even with Carl…"
"He had no idea Carl stole his step-father's car; he was just along for the ride and now he has a record while the cop's kid doesn't even get a smack on the wrist," she said evenly. "The white kid gets to go home with his daddy and the black kid doesn't even get to call his parents. How is that fair?"
"It's not fair," Rick sighed. "It's fuckin' unfair."
"No shit," she said before she walked away again.
"What do you want me to say here, Michonne?" he asked, following behind her.
"Nothing. There's nothing you can say or do," she replied. "We shouldn't be talking about this, anyways. It's a conflict of interest."
"Can we talk about last night…?"
"I'm sorry, I have to go," she answered without looking back.
Rick stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Fuck," he cursed as Michonne disappeared around the corner of a building.