Author's Note: Warning! This chapter contains mature subject matter that might tarnish your virgin sensibilities. Children look away. Dirty-minded individuals, well...as you were. :P
"In spite of all the chaos
And all that has come between us,
How is it I still find myself
Here with you."
― Au4
Jake had arrived home while Georgie's green bean casserole was still baking in the oven. She greeted him with a smile and he came over and gave her a kiss, clearly buying into her act. He asked her if she had heard about the party Deanna was throwing and she said she did and was looking forward to meeting the rest of the community. While dinner was finishing in the oven, Jake took the time to take a shower and change into something else. By the time he came back down to the kitchen the casserole was done and he took a seat at the table with Tristan while Georgie scooped out decent portions for all three of them.
Georgie smiled sweetly each time Jake made eyes at her, but on the inside she felt like throwing up.
When dinner was over, she cleared the table and went to wash the dishes, but Jake insisted he would do it, and told her to get ready for the party so they weren't late. And, also, he informed her he had picked out something nice for her to wear.
Curious, Georgie went up to her room and found a purple V-neck shirt, similar to the shirts she had been wearing in the last few days, along with a grey, knee-length pleated skirt and a pair of grey, ballerina flats that were shoe size. There was also a small gold chain necklace with a little charm set out for her to wear as well.
She felt weird that he had been in her room and she looked around, wondering what he had touched or gone through, but nothing looked out of order. But then she knelt down and lifted the mattress on the side she had been sleeping on and stuck her hand within the mattress and the box spring and grew panicked.
Her hunting knife was missing.
She knew she hadn't misplaced it. She had slept with it under her pillow the night before and then shoved it under the mattress when she woke up so Tristan wouldn't get his hands on it.
It had never crossed her mind that Jake would find an opportunity to snoop and steal it. What was even more aggravating is she didn't have the time or opportunity to look for it.
Sighing in frustration, she began to shed the clothes she'd been wearing all day and stepped into the skirt first, zipping it up at the side. Looking down at her legs, she was thankful she had shaved again that morning and gotten rid of the stubble that had been growing back in. Next, she pulled on the shirt over her head and then the necklace, which she found hard to clasp around her neck because she had bitten off her fingernails and had no grip.
Walking over to the dresser, Georgie picked up her brush and pulled her hair out of its ponytail and brushed through her thick locks. Leaving her hair down, she noticed a small tube of unopened lipstick and an unused eyeliner pencil resting on the surface of the dresser. She hadn't worn makeup in so long and wondered if she should bother, but then she thought, hey—it's a party. Why not?
The lipstick wasn't necessarily her color of choice but it was nice enough and the eyeliner added a little something extra to her face.
When she was finished, she headed back downstairs and received a whistle of approval from Jake; not that she gave a shit what he thought, but she was still pretending with him, so she acted as if she was pleased that he liked what he saw.
The three of them – Georgie, Jake and Tristan – made their way out of the house and up to Deanna's. They weren't the last ones to arrive, but they certainly weren't the first. They were greeted right away by their hosts, Deanna and her husband Reg, and then shown to the refreshments. Georgie spotted Rick across the room, nursing a glass of something amber-colored, possibly whiskey, bourbon or scotch was her guess.
She had caught his eye over the rim of his glass and her heart fluttered. It was the simplest of gestures, just a look, but it spoke volumes. By looking at her, she was his. He was staking his claim on her and she enjoyed feeling the desire he had for her a thousand times more than she would ever enjoy feeling from Jake ever again.
Much to her displeasure, she didn't get to interact with Rick right away. Jake kept her preoccupied, moving her around and introducing her to everyone else while she introduced him and Tristan, officially, to her group. Tristan had also taken it upon himself to place a stamp of the letter A on the hands of each newcomer, even Georgie's, because even Tristan's mother was new to Alexandria.
When she greeted Rosita and Abraham she couldn't help but smirk at the long sleeve polo shirt he was wearing. She pulled at his sleeve and snickered. "Nice outfit," she teased.
"Shut up," he replied gruffly, but it was accompanied immediately after with a smile.
Georgie introduced Carl to Tristan not long after and, despite the age difference between the two, she was glad to see they got along and that Carl was letting Tristan tag along with him around the party. When she got to talk with Deanna and Reg again, Reg said he had watched her video and was intrigued by what she said in about having worked with welding and metalwork. He had suggested one of these upcoming days that she walk the perimeter with him and tell him any ideas she might have about how she might improve things or possibly build new things.
She thanked Reg for the opportunity; that she was ready and willing to dive in. She was not afraid of getting her hands dirty.
As the evening progressed, Georgie felt herself getting antsy when Jake finally mentioned to her that he would like to be formally introduced to Rick. Even though both men had met briefly when mother and son had reunited on the road, nothing more had really been said after that because Rick had chosen to give them their space while he went over to talk to the Millers who had been fawning over Judith.
Leading Jake over, Georgie had noticed Carol ducking away as she approached Rick, who was wearing a very nice, white button down shirt and looking as handsome as ever with his facial hair slowing growing back in after only a few days. She still missed the beard, but the stubble was nice, too.
"Rick, you remember my husband, Jake," she reintroduced.
"Hey, good to meet you," Jake greeted, leaning forward to shake Rick's hand. "I wanted to thank you for taking on being our constable. If we keep growing at this rate, we're gonna need even more."
"I hope so."
"You want to come by my office next week? I'll take a look at you." Off Rick's somewhat blank look, Jake added, "And I probably should have said I was a doctor first."
"I think it sounded nice either way," Georgie assured, smiling up at Jake.
"I'm going to get us a refill," Jake announced after a moment, grabbing Rick's glass from him.
"Oh, I can do it," Georgie offered.
"I'm on it," Jake insisted, his tone a little stern.
Folding her arms across her chest, Georgie shook off Jake's presence and smiled at Rick. "Having fun?"
"If I wasn't before, I am now." He eyed her knowingly.
They both smiled and chuckled a little, somewhat nervously. Their group knew they had been involved but had practically ceased contact with each other, and the Alexandrians didn't know the extent of Georgie and Rick's feelings for each other, and only knew that Georgie happened to be Jake's wife and Tristan's mother.
"This place has a pretty amazing view," she commented.
Rick leaned closer toward her. "I prefer the one in front of me."
"No, I'm serious. Take a look." She glanced over her shoulder and gestured to their group; mingling, smiling, laughing. They seemed happy. "Ordinary life like before. Well, not like before."
"No," Rick muttered, sadly.
Georgie's smile faded slightly as she agreed. "Yeah, no. I mean—I mean, it's better. Not out there, in here. You know, everyone here has been through it somehow. Everyone. And a lot of things disappeared. But a lot of bullshit went with it. They're all from totally different backgrounds, different places. They never would have even met. And now they're part of each other's lives. They are each other's lives. We are each other's lives." Georgie tilted her head and stared at him. "I'm just saying, we all lost things, but we got something back. It isn't enough, but it's something."
Rick looked behind him at Carl and the other teen, Nicholas' son, Mikey, smiling and enjoying himself. The interaction brought a smile to Rick's face and he nodded as he looked back at her. "Yeah, yeah, it's a pretty good view."
"Mom," Tristan suddenly called out as he ran up to her. "Mom, there's no more cookies."
"Oh. Well, I happen to know the cookie maker. She's, uh, she's a good friend of mine," Rick informed, leaning down to the boy's level. "And I might be able to see about her making a whole batch just for you."
Tristan looked down at Rick's hand and seemed perplexed. "Mom, he doesn't have a stamp."
"Oh," Georgie remarked with a smile, looking at Rick.
"Do you want a stamp?" Tristan asked, looking at Rick as well.
"Sure."
Tristan struggled to get the ink pad open and then he pressed his stamp into the ink and pressed the stamp onto the back of Rick's hand, revealing a red letter A. "See? Now you're officially one of us."
"Yeah," Rick smiled.
As Tristan ran off to parts unknown, Georgie and Rick looked after him. When Rick brought his attention back to her, he boldly made the move of grabbing her hand to look at her stamp as well, and there was a significance to it for them, on a deeper level than all the newcomer's being marked. They both knew his children liked her, and now it seemed Tristan had given his approval of Rick, even if the boy didn't know to what extent that meant.
Rick leaned in and spoke quietly for only her ears, "You look beautiful tonight. I mean, I think you're beautiful all the time, but…yeah…" He laughed his compliment off nervously, looking down at their hands again.
"I should—I should see where Jake's gone with our drinks."
"Okay."
"We'll talk later."
"Yeah."
A short while later, Rick was standing at a kitchen window, staring out and nursing a new drink that he had wound up getting himself because Jake never returned with it and it looked as if Jake was keeping Georgie busy with other people.
Rick had been eyeing Jake off and on during the night and noticed how possessive he seemed of Georgie. His hand was always on her arm, holding it tight, or placed upon the small of her back, leading her from one person to the next. Rick didn't like it, and not that it wasn't him at Georgie's side, but that she seemed like she couldn't be her own person when she was at Jake's side. He seemed to be dictating who they were interacting with.
While he was staring out that window, letting the alcohol numb him around the edges, Georgie finally approached him again, but this time she was holding Judith in her arms.
"That's a pretty good view, too, isn't it?" Georgie questioned, referring to the small courtyard below. She kissed Judith's forehead and then smiled at Rick. "It feels like forever since I've held this little one."
"She and Carl are why I'm still here. I've kept myself going this long because of them," he remarked. As he held Georgie's eye, he added, "And you make this all the more worthwhile."
They were alone in the kitchen then, and Rick took the opportunity to kiss Georgie. It started off chastely on her cheek, and then he moved to her lips. If it wasn't for Judith sandwiched between them, Rick would've pulled Georgie up against him and ravished her mouth with his, onlookers and her husband be damned.
But Judith began to whine. She probably needed a diaper change or was tired. He knew she wasn't hungry. She'd had a bottle a little bit ago, just before Carol had left.
"That's what you worry about?!" they suddenly heard Sasha shouting.
"Shit," Rick muttered.
He ducked out of the kitchen to see what the commotion was about, and Georgie sidled up beside him with Judith still in her arms. They both watched as Sasha pushed through the crowd and stormed out of the house.
"I knew this was gonna happen," Rick muttered, looking over his shoulder at Georgie. "She's not letting go."
"She just needs more time. She lost the man she loved and her brother not long after one another. She's gonna need time to adjust to all this."
Rick turned and looked more fully at Georgie, tilting his head slightly. "Maggie lost her father and sister not even two weeks apart from each other and she's not going off at people."
"Maggie also has Glenn to lean on for support. Sasha doesn't have anyone she feels that close to that can be her shoulder to cry on. She's trying to do this all on her own. I've been there," Georgie spoke. "It's a long and hard journey to take, but she'll come out of it eventually."
The two of them just looked at each other and Rick seemed to understand and agree with what Georgie was saying. When Jake approached them, Rick's jaw clenched involuntarily.
"Hey, I think we should call it a night," Jake suggested.
"I'd like to stay," Georgie insisted.
"Well, it's getting a bit late and I think we should go home. Tristan's eaten enough cookies to keep him up all night long as it is."
"So, take Tristan home and put him to bed." She looked Jake sweetly in the eye and smiled. "This is a party for newcomers. I think it would be rude of me to leave. It's not really that late anyway."
"If you're worried about her getting home, I'll escort her back later," Rick suggested, putting his two cents in.
Jake looked at Rick, then at Georgie. When his eyes lingered down to Judith, he reached a hand down and took her little hand in his. Once more he looked up at Georgie and then nodded. "I suppose that would be okay."
Somehow, Georgie sensed it wouldn't be and a part of her felt anxious because of it. And when she thought of taking the opportunity of being with Rick without Jake nearby to tell him about her issues and feelings about Jake, she wondered how Rick would react and, if things got violent, would Rick be kicked out of Alexandria as a result? She knew others would rather go with him than stay, out of loyalty, and Georgie wanted to think she would go with him, too, if it came down to something like that. But then she had to think of her son, and what was best for him. And she thought about Carl and Judith, and what was best for them. She didn't want to put Rick in that position to react drastically. It couldn't be about her. It had to be about everyone else.
Jake gathered up Tristan and said goodbye to the hosts while Maggie came over, wanting a turn at holding Judith. After Georgie handed the baby girl off, Jake returned with Tristan to say goodnight.
"Are you coming back home tonight?" Tristan asked.
Georgie smiled. "Of course I am." She crouched down and embraced her son, placing a big kiss on his cheek. "I'm just gonna visit with my friends and talk to all these new people for a while longer. It's been a long time since mommy's been to a party."
Jake stepped forward and placed a hand on Georgie's hip and then kissed her square on the mouth while throwing a look at Rick, as if telepathically announcing she was his. "See you later, my love." With a wink and a smile, Jake stepped away, placing a hand on Tristan's shoulder and leading them both out of the Monroe residence.
Georgie stood there for a minute, until Jake and Tristan were out of sight and then she turned away slightly so that she was facing Rick. Ducking her head, she discreetly wiped her mouth, which Rick noticed. He rested his left hand on her shoulder and with his right hand he lifted her chin and looked her in the eye.
"Is everything okay there?" he asked, referring to Jake.
"Nothing I can't handle."
That answer didn't sit well with him. "Is he a danger to you and your son?"
Georgie looked down and leaned in to whisper, "He'd never hurt Tristan." When she saw Rick's nostrils begin to flare, she placed a hand on his chest and added. "I've slit the throat of a godforsaken cannibal. If worse comes to worse, I can put down Jake, too." She watched how Rick tensed, his jaw clenching and she took one of his balled up fists in her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You don't need to worry, Rick. I'm pretty damn sure I know what I'm doing."
"You're evading. He's done something. I can tell, and you won't tell me."
"He's…different now. He's different from the man I used to know, I'll give you that. I don't know what he's seen or done out there in the real world before he got here, and I'm not sure I care to know, but I can say he hasn't done anything yet," she assured, quietly. "When he does, if he does, I will tell you. You will be the first person I go to. You will always be the first person I go to – for anything."
"I don't like it — this situation. Not one bit." He shook his head. Touching a couple of fingers to her arm, he led her out onto the porch off the dining room. He made sure they were alone out there when he closed the doors behind them. Rick looked up the road at her house where he saw the lights on in the living rooms and kitchen, but couldn't see either Jake or Tristan walking around. "I don't like the way he looks at you," he finally spoke again.
"My husband?"
Rick shook his head. "No. That's not how a husband is supposed to look at his wife; like you're his possession, like he owns you."
Georgie looked up at Rick. Both of them had their hands resting on the porch railing, facing each other. She took half a step closer to him and smiled. One of her fingers from her opposite hand trailed along his belt and up to the first button of his shirt just above the belt buckle. "How should he be looking at me?"
Rick looked down at her, taking half a step closer as well. "Like the amazing, strong and beautiful woman you are."
Another half step closer they moved.
"Is that so?" Georgie blushed in the moonlight.
"Yeah, it is."
She could feel his warm breath hovering inches over her mouth and she wanted to throw caution to the wind and kiss him to pieces right there and he seemed to feel the same way. His hand moved off the railing, to her waist and he leaned in to whisper in her ear just as they were interrupted by Carol quietly sneaking up to the porch from below.
"Sorry, sorry," she apologized. "Don't mean to interrupt."
Rick backed away from Georgie to look at Carl with a strained smile, but then grew serious. "Is it done?" he asked.
"It is," Carol confirmed.
"Is what done?" Georgie wondered. "Don't leave me out of the loop."
Rick licked his lips. "We snuck out some guns from the Pantry, in case things go south. We need to be prepared and the people here aren't. We know," he gestured between the three of them, "that our group can survive what's out there. But the people here have been living in a daydream, living like what's outside those walls won't ever affect them. It's not just walkers. It's other people, bad people; people that used the world falling apart as an excuse to become evil. Alexandria isn't ready for what might come, so we have to be. And if they won't rise to the challenge, we're gonna take this place."
Carol looked at Georgie. "If and when it comes to that, are you with us?" she asked in utter seriousness.
Georgie nodded, folding her arms over her chest. "You know I am."
Rick nodded as well. He had assumed her answer would be in the affirmative, but he still needed to hear it said. Turning to Carol, he touched her arm. "Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"Of course."
"Maggie has Judith right now, but can you see that both Judith and Carl get home tonight – just look after 'em for a few hours?"
Carol smirked, looking between the pair in front of her. "You know I will," she assured, moving toward the dining room doors. She stopped for a moment and turned around with an impish grin. "Where should I say you two have gone if anyone asks?"
Rick rolled his eyes. "You'll think of something."
Once Carol had slipped back inside the house as if she had never left, Rick quickly ushered Georgie down the stairs to the courtyard and around the front of the rowhouses to avoid the possibility of Jake noticing them walking around on the roads together.
"So where are we going?"
Rick stopped and shook his head. "I really don't know," he chuckled.
Biting her bottom lip, Georgie began to smirk as she stuck her hand into her bra and pulled it back out, revealing a single key. "I have this."
Knitting his brow together, Rick asked, "Where'd you get that?"
"There's two sets of keys to the Pantry. Olivia carries one set with her at all times. The other set is on a hook. I swiped this one, in case we might need it."
"We could've used that earlier." He chuckled and took the key from her. "Carol wouldn't have had to go through that trouble of getting the window unlocked."
"Had I known what was going on, she wouldn't have. After she left and asked me to make sure the window was unlocked, I sorta put two and two together." She closed the gap between their bodies and whispered, as if someone was listening in on them, "We can go there. Everyone's at the party."
Rick nodded, considering. He looked over her head, checking for anyone wandering around outside. Looking back at Georgie, he asked, "You ready to take this next step?"
Georgie snickered. "Rick," she replied, curling a finger into one of his belt loops, "I was ready back at that barn during the storm."
"Alright."
Placing a hand on her back, they jogged the rest of the way to the Pantry like thieves in the night; which, in a sense, they kind of were. Rick shoved the key in the lock and opened the door, shutting it quietly behind them. They avoided turning on any lights as not to draw attention to themselves. The Pantry, as a whole was really just another house that had been refitted as a place for storage, the same way the Infirmary had also been a house that had been refitted with for its medical purpose. The downstairs of the Pantry was strictly storage of goods and supplies, but the upstairs held three bedrooms in case they were needed. Georgie had asked Olivia earlier in the day about it.
Before Rick could lead her upstairs, she made him wait and opened up the hall freezer and pulled out a piece of chocolate and flashed it at him. He grinned as she zipped the bag shut and closed the freezer door.
"Klepto," he teased.
Giggling, Georgie let him take her hand as they hurried up to the second floor together.
They felt like teenagers as his hands immediately encircled her waist and pulled her up against him. It had been so long since either had done anything like this, so it really was like they were teenagers, in how they laughed and fumbled around. They practically burst into the nearest bedroom as their lips fell upon each other's. Their breathing and their heartbeats quickened when Rick grabbed at the bottom of her shirt and lifted it off her head and tossed it over his shoulder. Burrowing his face into her shoulder, he kissed his way up her neck to her ear, biting gently onto her lobe, which elicited a soft moan from her lips and in turn made him grin.
Her fingers clamored at his belt, undoing it as quickly as she could manage. She whipped it free of the loops and dropped it to the ground before returning her hands to undo the buttons of his shirt. Rick shimmied his shoulders to help her help him out of it. As he wrapped his arms around her again, they toppled gracelessly down onto the bed behind them when the back of her knees hit against the mattress and gravity took over.
"Sorry. You okay?" he asked, smiling through the darkness.
Georgie nodded. "Yeah," she replied, leaning her head up to claim his lips.
Taking her hands in his, he raised her arms over her head and pinned her gently there, leisurely grinding against her with a slight swiveling of his hips as they continued to kiss. It felt like their skin was fire, as if they would spontaneously combust from all the sexual tension that had been constantly building only to be constantly suppressed.
Pushing himself up, kneeling between her legs, Rick smiled down at her and then hunched forward slightly to reach his hands up under her skirt and grip her panties. Deliberately slow, He pulled them down her legs and then he backed up off the bed as the panties came down over her knees. Once he had them completely off her, he tossed them over his shoulder and then stood there, unzipping his own pants and pushing them down, revealing a rather simple pair of boxer shorts which caused her to smirk.
They both smirked, actually.
Neither had seen the other this undressed before.
It was new, and exciting and very long overdue.
Leaning down over her, Rick kissed her lips; slowly but hungrily. When he brought his mouth down to her neck and then to the valley between her breasts, he reached a hand around her back and unclasped her bra. He continued to kiss her chest even while he removed her bra and shoved it off the bed. Georgie found herself languishing with each touch of his lips upon any inch of her skin. Her chest heaved up and down with ragged breath as he swirled his tongue around the summit of her breasts, gently biting and nipping at those sensitive buds.
Rick's mind was screaming at him with a millions thoughts and images. Most had the same recurring theme of "holy shit, this is actually happening, sweet Jesus, hallelujah." And the way her fingers ran through his hair and gripped onto the curling ends, massaging his scalp…it was a little bit of heaven.
Neither was saying a word, so it was a slightly awkward silence that was only marred by the sounds of their breathing, moaning and their bodies shifting around on the mattress.
Climbing down her body, Rick lifted her skirt over his head and leaned forward to lay kisses along her inner thighs. With both hands he pulled her legs farther apart to open her up to him. Almost immediately, Georgie arched her back and gripped his head tighter when he swirled his tongue around her clit; gently at first, and then applying some decent pressure. His tongue lapped at her juices that spilled out as if by command and she seized a tighter hold on his hair, which only served to encourage him further. When he moved two fingers within her folds, he felt her muscles within expanding and contracting as he pumped his fingers in and out while maintaining special attention to her sensitive bits.
In no time at all, a little fire began to build at the base of her spine as her nerve endings danced and came alive. Georgie began to cry out a little so she removed one hand from his head and grabbed the pillow under hers to muffle the sounds she was making. She really didn't want her voice to carry throughout all of Alexandria because she knew that if she allowed herself to truly give in, she'd not only alert the community's residents, but every walker within a five mile radius.
As Georgie came, her entire body shuddered and her toes curled.
She didn't know if it had just been that long or if Rick was just that good, but she felt like she would've happily died there and not minded turning into a walker. It would've been worth it.
Removing the pillow from her face, she peaked out from underneath it to see Rick wiping his chin and he climbed back up her body. Pushing the pillow completely away, Georgie sat up and gripped both sides of his face and the pair kissed as she tasted herself on his lips.
"It might not be the best thing to say right now," she muttered, breathily, "but your wife was a very lucky woman. I kinda wish she was here just so I could shake her hand and congratulate her."
Rick snickered and shook his head. "And I probably shouldn't say that I've never tasted sweeter honey," he quipped.
Georgie giggled and shoved at his chest until she was able to pin his back down to the mattress. "Seriously though, I've never received that good before."
She kissed him again and leaned her body against his, feeling his erection prodding at her stomach through the thin material of his boxers as she lowered her body down his. Running a hand down his face in regard to what was about to happen next, Rick looked up at the ceiling as his mind suddenly went completely void of any thought.
Georgie pulled his boxers down over his hips, giving him the freedom he needed. Rick leaned his head up enough to watch as her hair fell down around her face, shielding his view when she began to swirl her tongue around his tip and then take it completely into her mouth. His breathing hitched and his toes began to curl as he felt her warm mouth take him in further. She practically enveloped him as she sucked long and hard, nearly making him see stars. Not being able to see her, though, was driving him nuts. Running his fingers into her hair, he pushed it off her face, parting a view for him. She looked up at him as she began to alternate between fast bobbing motions and long, languid deep-throating.
His groans were ragged with the occasional "fuck" muttered here and there, and he could feel the pressure building in him that was about to explode. He kept mumbling, "I'm gonna, I'm gonna" over and over again, which made her smirk and she refused to stop until he spilled into her mouth. He wanted to hold back, to wait, but he couldn't any longer. He filled her mouth and let out a deep, guttural moan as his hips bucked and his cock spasmed. Rick tossed his head back against the mattress, never seeing if she swallowed or not.
He removed his hands from her hair and covered his face with them as he just laid there, feeling as though his heart was going to beat right out of his chest.
What a way to feel alive in a world where death reigned supreme these days.
"I wish I could give you a trophy or something," he joked.
Georgie chuckled as she crawled back up his body to sit down on his lap.
His hands immediately went to her waist to pull her off. "Hey—wait. We should see if they got condoms or something stored downstairs before we—"
Georgie merely smiled in response and pushed his hand away. "No need."
Rick tilted his head. "As much as I love you, I don't think bringing another child into this world right now would be ideal."
"Well, you're in luck, Constable. You can't get me pregnant." She grabbed his hands back up and placed them at the tops of her thighs. "See, I had some complications after I gave birth to Avery. I was hemorrhaging too severely, so the doctor had to perform what is referred to as a peripartum hysterectomy. I can never have another child, ever again. Sadly, you and I will never create life together, as nice as it might've been to see happen someday."
Rick watched as she bit her lip, almost as if she did so to keep it from quivering. Mentioning what she did seemed to bring to light another sad moment in her life she had spent several years coming to terms with.
"I guess we'll have to make do with our three," Rick remarked, referring to Carl, Judith and Tristan.
Georgie just nodded and smiled in response as a few tears stung at her eyes and then rolled down her face. Removing his hands from her legs, he brought them up to her face and wiped the tears away with his thumbs. Slowly, he managed to lift himself up so that he was sitting up on the bed with her in his lap. She draped both her legs on either side of his and then wrapped them around his back; the heels of her feet pressing into his bare ass.
Lifting her own ass a little, she put a hand between them and grabbed hold of him, giving it a generous few strokes until he was completely hard again. With a slight swivel of her hips, she guided him inside of her, slowly at first so they could both cherish the initial connection their bodies made.
Then, little by little, they began to pick up the pace.
Rick gripped her hips tightly while she laid one hand on his shoulder while the other hand rested on the mattress behind her, causing her back to arch as he pounded up into her.
The slap of skin and the sound of their moans and mewling were the only sounds echoing in the room.
The faster they went, the rougher they got, and the only way to truly mask the noises they were making was to kiss and let the sounds flood each other's mouths. Sitting up straighter, Georgie wrapped both her arms around Rick's shoulders as she leaned her face against his. The scratchiness of his stubble brushed her cheek in a pleasant way that made her nuzzle him even more as he brought his own face down into her shoulder, kissing up to her neck and then bite gently onto her earlobe.
As he continued to thrust deep into her, with her matching every movement as if their bodies were made for only each other, they lifted their heads and pressed their foreheads together. Rick and Georgie looked into each other's eyes as he began to see stars again. His orgasm was building too quickly for him to hold out for her.
When he released inside of her with his warm, sticky seed, he looked almost apologetic at her, but she didn't seem to mind. She continued to ride him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco until she got hers, and he just had to ride through his orgasm to make sure she did.
When her orgasm claimed her, her vision blurred for a moment and she let out the most beautiful sigh Rick had ever heard. He held her tight in his arms as her body shook and he practically hissed the way her inner walls clenched around him. It was the most delicious feeling in the world and he wished it could last forever.
The moments that followed had them simply clinging to each other as they came down from their respective highs.
"Oh my God," Georgie sighed, laying her head down on his shoulder.
Slowly, he fell back onto the bed with her on top of him and he playfully slapped her ass. When she let out an elated yelp, he chuckled and turned his head to kiss her.
"I love you, woman," he muttered.
As she laid there with her bare breasts pressed against his bare chest, she reveled in just remaining there with him still inside her. She hated the thought that they would soon have to move and leave this bed.
"I love you, too."
They kissed again, slowly and sweetly, and then just closed their eyes for a few moments as their heartbeats slowed back down to a regular speed and their breathing steadied. They didn't feel the need to say anything else at that point. Nothing needed to be said at all.
They both wanted to fall asleep right there, naked in each other's arms, but he knew she would have to get back home to her son to keep Jake out of the loop, and he needed to take a walk around the community at least once before he returned to his own home.
After a few minutes more, they looked at each other and seemed to acknowledge it was time to get back to the parts they were playing. As they picked up their clothes and slipped back into them, they kept throwing glances at each other, which made them smile.
It was so nice to feel this relaxed and happy, after all they had been through together in the last month. And it was funny how, after just shy of a month, they had fallen so in love with each other and were prepared to spend the rest of their lives together and become a family together with their respective children. It was what Georgie definitely wanted. There was just the small issue of Jake to get past.
Once they were dressed, Rick held her face in his hands and kissed her yet again, and then lowered one of his hands down to her backside to give her ass and healthy squeeze. Slapping it for good measure, he elicited a laugh out of her as she ran a hand through her hair so it didn't look too disheveled from all his lusty manhandling which she had enjoyed so much.
Together they fixed the bed so it looked untouched and then opened the window a hair to let the cool breeze in and air the room out so it didn't smell too much like wild jungle sex had just taken place.
As Rick moved toward the bedroom door to leave, he looked back to see Georgie had sat back down on the edge of the mattress and was holding the small bar of chocolate she had swiped earlier and must've dropped at some point in the chaos of them making their way to the bed.
"Post-coitus chocolate?" she offered, breaking the bar in half and handing him his share.
Rick nodded and took it as he sat down beside her.
Both were fully clothed but still lost in thought as they bit into their pieces of chocolate, savoring the taste of something else they hadn't had in a very long time.
Not knowing what to do with the wrapper, Rick took it from her, promising to throw it out for her so no one knew she took it without asking first. They then stood up and left the bedroom, hand in hand. Before they exited the Pantry, Georgie walked over to the key ring she had removed the key she'd stolen from and returned it. Pulling open the front door, Rick set the door on lock and they slipped out quietly, back into the night air.
They walked quietly away from the Pantry and up the sidewalk in front of the rowhouses once again, so that when they reached the upper road, it would appear as if they had just left the Monroe's home from the front door, just in case Jake was still up and keeping an eye out.
Side by side Rick and Georgie walked up the middle of the road, looking up at the Monroe house to see that there were still plenty of people still partying it up. It brought a smile to their lips as they continued quietly along.
As they neared Georgie's home, Rick turned and watched her sigh heavily.
"You don't have to go in."
"I do," she insisted. "For Tristan."
"That excuse is gonna get old really quick," he remarked, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.
"I know," she admitted, looking away from him, to the house. "It's just something I need to see through a little while longer. I'm figuring out the right move to make." When she returned her gaze to him, she found he was staring at her still.
"Just don't let him into your bed," he pleaded. "It's not his place anymore." Taking half a step closer to her, he leaned in to added, more quietly, "It's mine."
Georgie smiled. "Yeah, I think you proved that tonight."
Grinning from ear to ear, Rick was about to say something further when the porch light went on and the front door opened, revealing Jake standing there with his arms folded.
"Hey Rick," Jake called out. "Thanks for walking Georgie safely home. You truly are a gentleman. Now I'm definitely certain you'll make a great constable here."
Rick clenched his jaw a little and nodded toward the other man, waving at him politely. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to be of service," he smiled back.
Georgie caught Rick's eye and they shared a knowing look. "Thank you for walking me home, Rick," she spoke, wrapping her arms around herself. After a slight pause, she turned from him and headed up the stairs to the porch, flashing Jake a lovely smile as she ducked inside the house.
Rick watched after her and then focused his gaze on Jake. "You got a wonderful wife there, Jake. I hope you know how lucky you are," he called out, chewing the inside of his lip as he studied the way Jake looked back at him.
It was as if there was an unspoken territory marking going on between two alpha dogs. Both men could sense there was an underlying dislike for the other, and that they were each simply keeping up the pretense for civility's sake.
"Oh, don't worry," Jake smiled. "I know exactly what I got."
When Jake turned and disappeared inside the house, Rick's smile fell and a scowl took up residence on his face instead.
You lay a hand on her, and I'll kill you, Rick thought.
Taking a moment, he eventually moved along down the road to his own home, letting his mind wander back to the Pantry's upstairs bedroom where Georgie made him feel human again — like a man again. As he walked up the stairs to the porch, smiling to himself, he peered inside and saw Carol seated inside watching a movie with Carl, Noah, Glenn and Maggie while Judith slept nearby in the Pack-n-Play crib.
Rick smiled even more.
Maybe things really could be great here.
That night, Jake said nothing to Georgie and simply went to bed after they turned off the downstairs lights for the night. He went to his bedroom, and she to hers. Tristan was back sleeping in his own room, which was fine with Georgie because she needed to be alone with her thoughts of the evening spent with Rick and how he made her feel whole again.
She decided that had been her best night's sleep to date. She dreamt, and it was a good dream. She had been walking along a deserted road with Rick and they were carrying weapons like before. Only this time, not only was Carl and Judith with them, but so was Tristan. There were no walkers following them. There was no threat felt in her dream. They were simply walking along together as a family and they were happy.
By morning, Georgie had showered and changed into new clothes for the day and found breakfast was already waiting for her instead that Jake had prepared. Apparently she had slept in and Jake had already taken Tristan to his school lessons, but suggested they go together to pick their son up afterward. Georgie agreed it was a nice idea to do together, maintaining her civil and sweet act with him.
She wanted to butter him up as much as she could without having to perform any wifely duties, long enough where she didn't feel like he was a threat to her or Tristan, and that she could wean their son away from him.
On the walk from their house to the garage classroom, Georgie spotted Rick coming from the direction of the gate, wearing his constable uniform again, and instantly her stomach was aflutter with butterflies.
"Hey, Rick," she called out.
He stopped when he noticed her and they both smiled when she held up her hand, which showed a slightly smudged letter A that Tristan had stamped on her hand the night before. Rick held up his hand as well to show off his own stamp.
In a way it was as if they were publically declaring how they felt about each other, right under Jake's nose.
As Georgie and Jake continued on, she was unaware at the look Rick was giving Jake or that his hand had subconsciously gone to the small revolver hidden underneath the back of his jacket. She was also unaware just how prepared Rick was to use the gun on Jake if the opportunity should arise.
Author's Note #2: Hope you enjoyed the smut! xoxo