"Excuse me miss, I'm sorry. I didn't knock you over I hope?"
Michonne couldn't speak. It was him. The guy. Her stranger. Blue eyes. He's real. Holy shit he's real.
"Miss are you ok?"
"Huh, oh um yeah, yeah, I'm good sorry. I mean yes, I'm ok." Michonne barely stutters out. She is in complete disbelief.
He gives her a perfect smile. She can feel her clit harden immediately. "Michonne, this is Dr. Rick Grimes, our new professor. Dr. Grimes, this is Dr. Michonne Williams our history professor. Her classroom is actually right across from yours", Andrea hurriedly spits out.
"History really? One of my favorite subjects. The past is essential to our survival for the future: knowing where we come from to inform where we're going. How great we can be. Don't you agree? And it's Rick." He smiles again. Michonne is entranced.
"Absolument, I mean absolutely, yes I agree." Michonne says with a blush. She always speaks a different language when she's nervous.
"Tu parle français? Un beau language. Si passionné, si séduisant. Enlève la langue quand tu la parles." He says very easily.
Beyond impressed, Michonne's eyebrows raise in interest. "C'est vrai, mais je préfère l'espagnol. Les sons sont mélodiques, permettant au locuteur de ressentir ce qu'il dit." She replies perfectly.
"Hmmm, J'aime ça."
"Tu aimes quoi?"
"Sentant les choses, avec des mots. J'aime ça. C'est bon de sentir les choses, profondément à l'intérieur."
Michonne is speechless. Did he really just say that? Her panties are ruined.
"Well excusez-moi, I hate to interrupt, but Rick I'd like to introduce you the other teachers in your department." Their moment is interrupted by Principal Peletier.
"Of course. Ladies it was pleasure" he says looking directly at Michonne.
"What the fuck was that?" Andrea furiously whispers to her. "You two completely just fucked right there."
"We did not. What the hell are you talking about."
"You totally were. I don't know what the fuck you said but I know fuck me talk when I see it. Mark my words you're gonna end up riding doctor grimes on his big di-desk." She says with a smirk.
"I can't even believe you right now." Michonne starts to laugh at her friend but her eyes immediately search him out. He's staring right at her, licking his lips and looking at her like no one else is in the room. She feels completely exposed, like he's seeing every inch of her. She looks away. This can't be happening. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
The meeting is short as classes will be starting soon. Michonne had to force herself to pay attention and not stare at Dr. Grimes…Rick. He was the exact image of her dreams, all the way down to the eyes. Those eyes. When she was in Fiji, the waters there were so clear and blue, they looked like a picture from a fairytale book. And still Rick's eyes were more beautiful than those waters combined. She looks up and he is staring right at her. Open your legs for me. Like that. Does it feel good? Holy shit, Michonne thinks to herself as she shook her head to shake off her daydream. To her relief, the meeting was wrapping up and she practically ran out the room. Thankfully, classes were starting so she wouldn't be interrogated by Andrea regarding her hasty exit.
The day drags by excruciatingly slow for Michonne as she tries to block out the whispers of her girl students throughout the day. Did you see teacher hottie? Oh damn, he's hot AF. I would totally stay after school for a piece of that. Not that the teachers were any better. She noticed the thirst squad seem to visit that side of the building quite frequently today to sneak a peek. Just her luck, she has her last period free so she decides to head out early. Packing her bags and straightening her desk for the morning, she starts to head down the hall when that voice…his voice stops her.
No te amo excepto porque te amo;
Voy de amar a no amarte,
De esperar a no esperar por ti
Mi corazón se mueve de frío a fuego.
Te amo sólo porque es a ti a quien amo;
Te odio profundamente, y te odias
Inclínate hacia ti, y la medida de mi amor cambiante por ti
Es que no te veo pero te amo ciegamente.
Pablo Neruda. Michonne's favorite poet. Her favorite poem. What the hell. She can't think. She flees before someone catches her standing in the hallway looking dazed. She runs to her car and jumps inside. She's parked behind a side partition so no one can see her. She's sweating and breathing dangerously fast. He's so perfect. How the fuck is he real. Her panties are soaking wet and her nipples are hard as rocks. She won't make it home. She leans her seat back out of view, but school is still in session, she should be ok. She slips her hand down her panties and starts playing with her clit. Soaking wet doesn't even describe the level of moisture flowing from her pussy. She makes little circles around her clit with her right fingers, riding the fingers of her left hand grinding against herself.
"Fuck Rick, yes", she says as she pushes her fingers in deeper, feeling her juices on herself wishing it was Rick's no Dominus' cock going in and out of her. Shit, she can see him, standing at the foot of her bed, staring at her with hooded eyes telling her how much he likes watching her fuck herself. "Yes, Dominus' yes, oh god!' Michonne cums all over her hand and panties. She sits there for a moment to catch her breath and get her breathing under control.
"How am I supposed to get through a school year?" she says out-loud to the car. "I've got to get it together." She pulls her panties all the way off and opens the car door to stand up and arrange herself. She has some napkins in the glove compartment she uses to wipe up her juices. Jumping back in the car she reves the engine pulling out of the lot, noticing she was only 2 cars down from Dr. Gri-Rick's car. She smiles to herself and continues to drive out of the lot.
Not much later, sparkling blue eyes crinkled in laughter walk towards his car and he sees something on the ground next to Dr. Williams' parking space. He reaches down to pick up the pretty yet dripping, blue lace panties sitting on the ground. He puts them in his pocket as he continues walking to his car smiling widely.
"Soon my queen."
A/N – Michonne and Rick's French conversation
R- "You speak French? Beautiful language. So passionate, so enticing. Rolls off the tongue when you speak it."
M – "It does, but I prefer Spanish. The sounds are melodic, enabling the speaker to really feel what they're saying."
R - "Hmmm, I like that."
M - "What do you like?"
R - "Feeling things, with words. I like that. It's good to feel things, deep inside."
PABLO NERUDA POEM - I do not love you except because I love you
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.