A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait. Now that TWD is on hiatus, I will be more focused on getting my fic writing done. Let's check in with our faves!
The intensity Michonne felt with Rick was something that she could not readily explain. The moment that his lips locked onto hers, she felt as if she were melting. Their first time together was exciting and passionate; fuelled by lust and alcohol. This time around, Michonne felt a deep craving for him that was more concentrated than the time before; she could tell that he also hungered for her.
Rick smiled to himself as he rubbed his fingers over Michonne slickened folds; he could tell from her wetness that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He felt her hips roll and then proceeded to slide a finger inside of her. She felt hot as her juices drenched him; still kissing, she moaned into his mouth a little when he applied pressure to her small but sensitive bud.
His fingers worked over her womanhood and brought her to her climax; her body shivered with pleasure but she knew she needed more. Michonne kissed Rick's mouth before sliding off of his lap. She took hold of his hand and then pulled him to his feet.
"Let's go to my room," was all she said.
…..
The soft glow of Michonne's bedside lamp cast alluring shadows over her body as Rick's fingers traced over each curve. With his fervor from a small while ago before somewhat abated, Rick took his time to undress Michonne. Now, as she lay naked before him, Rick took a moment appreciate her beauty and perfect form. He himself had undressed quickly as soon as they had entered her bedroom, pleased by the hunger in her eyes as her gaze fell on painfully erect manhood. His composure impressed Michonne; he was obviously aroused and needed tending to, yet he was now kissing down her body until his mouth met her secret delta.
Michonne's lips, already swollen and moist from his skilful ministrations, felt warm and plump against his mouth. He pushed her hips further apart so that she was spread for him and his tongue then lapped at her pink wetness that was framed by her glorious mahogany folds. Michonne moaned loudly as Rick sucked her clitoris into his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his curls as he drank eagerly between her thighs.
Her whimpers increased in frequency and Rick could tell she was close; he stopped his ministrations and kissed her inner thigh. He then inserted two fingers into her slick opening; he let out a growl as Michonne felt so incredibly wet that Rick's stiffness quivered. He then pressed his mouth back to her folds and kissed her there until she found her release again.
xXxXx
Rick lay on his side, resting his head on his hand and staring at Michonne. The light sheen of sweat glistened on her naked skin as he watched her breathing return to normal. He reached over and brushed away a stray lock of her hair from her face; Michonne looked at Rick and he smiled at her. Immediately, she felt guilty for what she was about to tell him, but Rick spoke before she did; he somehow knew from her countenance that something had changed. The passionate, carefree Michonne that he had made love to only moments ago had crept back into hiding, away from Rick's keen touch and eager stare.
"I'd love to stick around," he offered while sitting up in bed. "But I got another early start in the mornin'."
"It's fine," Michonne replied; sitting and searching for her discarded clothing.
They dressed in silence before Michonne spoke once more.
"Look, Rick. I, ah, I wanted to say…"
"You don't have to say it," Rick interrupted; the disappointment evident in his tone as he stood and stepped into his pants.
"No, I do…"
"If you don't want to do this again, I'll leave and won't come back. I understand," said Rick as he avoided her gaze and searched the floor for one of his socks.
"That's not what I was going to say," said Michonne.
Rick stopped his search and looked at her.
"I wanted to tell you I've enjoyed being with you; I've really enjoyed being with you, but I don't think we should be involved. God, I'm not saying it right," said Michonne, becoming flustered as Rick squinted his eyes. "I'm not good at this."
Rick sighed, looked to the floor and picked up his sock.
"So, you're basically sayin' you like havin' sex with me, but you don't wanna be with me? You don't want to be my girlfriend, is that what you mean?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest instinctively.
Michonne shrugged, contemplated his words, and then nodded.
"It's not because of how you are or who you are, or anything like that; it's because of how I'm feeling at the moment. I don't think I'm ready to be emotionally involved with someone," she explained.
"So you just want a physical relationship?" asked Rick.
Michonne felt a little uneasy when he looked at her dubiously.
"Yes," she offered quietly. "If you want that as well, I'd be happy to have it with you."
Rick sighed, pulled on his shirt and then studied her expression; she seemed sincere in what she was saying. He would have liked more from her than the occasional tryst but he had no choice but to respect her wishes; Michonne took note of his silence as she awaited his reply.
xXxXx
"Well, shit," said Shane as he sipped from his beer bottle and stretched out on Rick's couch. "Sounds like you had a busy ass weekend."
Rick snorted.
"You got that right," he replied, swigging his own drink.
"I was sure Michonne was into you, man," Shane said, shaking his head.
"She is into me, she just ain't into bein' my girl," said Rick.
"Now that shit is blowin' my mind. I never thought she was the hookin' up, no strings attached type," Shane stated as Rick remained quiet. "I know for damn sure that you ain't that type. Damn, son; why you agree to it? Never mind, don't answer that. I seen her ass. I understand," Shane said with jest; Rick was not impressed.
"She just ain't ready for a relationship right now and I respect that," said Rick.
"And you like her so you're holdin' out on hope," Shane offered.
Rick said nothing, knowing his friend's words were true.
"Man, that's your problem. You let the woman set the tone of the relationship and end up spendin' all o' your time tryin' to please her instead of gettin' any enjoyment outta it yourself. What do you want?"
Rick shrugged.
"Now just isn't a good time for her, and I have to respect that. But things change. Plus I like her," he admitted. "I like bein' with her and if it's gotta be on her terms, then that's what I'm gonna do."
xXxXx
"Why am I such a dumb fuck?" said Michonne as she waited for Andrea to answer at the other end of the phone.
"You're not dumb, babe," said Andrea.
"I should have just called the whole thing off. I shouldn't have slept with Rick again. We work together. We have a conflict of interest. This is making things complicated. I am so dumb," she said fretfully.
"You're just horny," Andrea teased, but Michonne did not find it amusing; she sighed before continuing. "Look, you were honest with him and he respected it. I don't know why you're second guessing yourself, unless you do want more than hooking up with him?"
Michonne considered her friend's question.
"I, I think I need to just focus on the case and work for a little while, and see how things go with Rick. I like him, I'm just not gonna rush into it and end up with a ring on my finger asking what happened to my plans," she said.
"You know he's a good guy, though?" asked Andrea.
"You think I'm gonna hurt him?" Michonne asked.
"No, I'm worried you're gonna hurt yourself if you let this one get away," Andrea said in earnest.
"I hear you," said Michonne. "But this is about me and what I need right now. Am I so wrong for wanting to keep sleeping with him but not committing?"
"No, you're not wrong; it's just sometimes to put so much pressure on yourself," Andrea offered.
"Well this is why I wanted to keep things casual; no pressure," Michonne said, not fully believing her own words.
Andrea sighed, knowing her best friend too well yet agreeing that her choices were her own to make.
"Well, I'm happy for you either way and I'm glad you didn't just quit his narrow cowboy ass outright. I only wanna see you happy, and I'm sure he'll make you happy in whatever way you allow him to. You're allowed to have a life, Mich. If you wanna be a hard working professional woman who fucks the hot ass policeman on the weekends, that's your prerogative. What you and Rick choose to do has nothing to do with anyone else. If this is best for your coochie, and your working life, then I support you."
Now Michonne laughed.
"Now, to more important matters, did he put your back out and was his head game strong?"
Laughter filled the air as Andrea waited for her best friend to stop.
"You're so crass, but I love you," Michonne said, feeling slightly better about her decision.
xXxXx
The stack of files under Michonne's left arm almost slipped before she steadied them with her right hand without spilling one drop of her morning coffee; she rearranged the work, straightened herself and stepped into her office building. She was greeted by the receptionist and shared a smile with a few people seated in the waiting area; she reasoned they had to have been her nine-thirty appointments.
Michonne finally reached her office, placed the files on her desk and walked over to her window; she adjusted the blinds so that the warm, Georgian sun lit the small space as she loathed the light from the florescent bulbs that caused her eyes to water. She logged into her computer, opened up her email and then sipped from the warm beverage. Her desk phone buzzed quietly a few times before she picked up the receiver.
"Yes," said Michonne. "Ah, okay. I see. Yes, pencil him in. Thanks."
She leaned back into her chair and sighed; the meeting request flashed on her screen alerting her to the fact that she was to meet with Morgan Jones in fifteen minutes. She had forgotten that he had cancelled their date on Friday night because of everything that had happened since then. She decided against asking him what had happened and chose to focus on what the meeting was about: the Program.
…..
Michonne checked the time and began to pack away the documentation that she needed Morgan to sign. She did not expect him to leave right away, but was still a little annoyed when he remained seated after she filed the papers and then returned to her seat. She looked at him questioningly.
"Was there something else?" she asked evenly.
Morgan smiled and let out a nervous chortle.
"About Friday night, I'm sorry I had to cancel on you," he said in earnest.
"It's okay," she said firmly, not wanting to talk about it at the present time. "It happens."
"A work thing came up and I couldn't get out of it. I just wanted to make sure we were okay," said Morgan.
"We're fine," Michonne replied.
"So, was there any way we could arrange another time?" he asked hopefully.
Michonne sighed and leaned back in her chair.
"Look, Morgan, I think it's probably best if we just leave it at that. I know I'm pretty busy and I imagine you are too. I don't want to be giving you the wrong impression here," she offered by way of an explanation.
The man before her sighed and wiped the palms of his hands onto his trouser leg.
"We didn't get the chance to try, though," said Morgan.
"I know," Michonne countered. "But it shouldn't be this hard to organize a date. Besides, I've had time to really think about it, and there's too much going on with work and us working together. I don't want my attention divided."
Morgan shrugged and then nodded his head slowly.
"Okay. I understand," he replied, wholly disappointed and silently chiding himself for missing the opportunity with Michonne in the first instance. "I'm happy to keep it professional."
Michonne smiled; she was relieved that she had been able to sort out on of her worries for that day.
"That's great," she offered. "I'm happy you understand."
xXxXx
It was the end of the week and Michonne was proud of herself for effectively focussing on work when so much other stuff was buzzing around her; she had found a colleague who was willing to take on Noah's case and was also able to get out of a few meetings with both Rick and Morgan, though she had seen both of them a couple of times in passing. She knew that she and Rick were going to meet with the radio stations, newspapers and television station in the weeks to come and would need to discuss what they would talk about, but she knew that did not have to happen that week. She would, however, have to contact Rick on Monday to organize a time.
Just then her desk phone buzzed; Michonne reached for the handset and answered.
"Hello? Sure, send him in. Ah okay. That's fine. Have a good weekend and I'll see you next week," said Michonne before ending the call.
Her receptionist had informed her that Deputy Grimes was there to see her and that she would be going home; Michonne did not like her odds of being alone with Rick Grimes on a Friday afternoon and keeping it professional, but agreed to see him either way.
He knocked twice before Michonne told him to enter; Rick held his hat under his arm and stepped into her office. He smiled amicably and greeted her as he stood in the doorway.
"Hey, sorry to come by this late," he said. "I wanted to catch you before you went home."
Michonne took a seat on top of her desk and smiled back at him.
"That's okay. Sorry about being scarce this week. I know we have a lot to go through before we meet with the press, but I was hoping we could arrange for a meeting on Monday or Tuesday," she said hopefully; trying to ignore how good Rick looked in his uniform.
"That sounds like a plan," he replied; his eyes roaming over her body and up her long legs.
"Great," said Michonne as she stood; she then stopped in her tracks when Rick stepped closer.
Her heartrate began to increase as she saw the look in his eyes.
"I actually didn't come here to talk shop though," he said softly, licking his lips unconsciously.
Michonne felt her skin grow warm.
"Really?" she replied, almost in a whisper; the electricity between them tangible. "What did you need?"
"You," said Rick seductively.
Michonne felt a familiar throbbing between her legs. She could not help but smile as Rick inched closer still, but he kept his hands to himself; she wanted him to reach out and touch her. She wanted him to have her on top of her desk; but he remained still in front of her, the intensity of his stare bringing her undone. Her gaze fell on his lips as she leaned forward, mouth close to his; his eyes closed out of instinct when he thought she would kiss him. Instead, she shifted to his ear so that she could murmur.
"I need you too," said Michonne as her fingers found his belt buckle. "So shut the door and come here."
A/N: Who are these two trying to fool? LOL
More to come!