A/N - OK I know I know I am behind but it has to be just right for you guys. Thank you for all your PMs and reviews; they mean the world to me.
(BEFORE)
"I love you."
"I love you."
"I can protect you, please stay."
"I have to go. They'll kill me if I stay. Your father-"
"I don't care about my father. I love you. Please don't leave me we can be together."
"He wants you for another. I will go west where he has no reach and make my fortune. Tis one year before the next festival will commence. I will come back for you." He removes the clasp from around his neck.
"Take this and know how much I love you." He kisses her soft lips. He savors every drop of her lips as he seals his promise to her. He will not fail her.
"I will come back for you, I swear it." He runs off into the night.
"Ri…my love." She dissolves into heart wrenching sobs. He can hear her cries of despair. He runs faster, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Fuck." Rick wakes up with a start. The dreams are coming every night and with more detail. It's like the dreams know that he's found her. And she was so beautiful. He knew it was her the minute he saw her in the car. Her hair, her eyes, her mouth…it was her; his lover, his confidant, his queen.
"She's going to think I'm nuts." He says to himself. Rick looks over at his nightstand and there she is. Beautiful locs cascade down her back. Smile as blinding as the sun. Her eyes trained on him, showing all her love in one look. He dreamed of that day one year ago. The two of them so happy, so in love. His mind drifts to another vision.
Leather straps hanging from the ceiling attached to two delicate wrists. Legs wide open at a split, the pink clit of her pussy poking out, nestled between dripping chocolate lips. Her ankles attached to the bedposts in leather cuffs, surrounded by soft fur to prevent any bruising. He sits right in front of her pussy, blowing small puffs of air on her clit. Her pearl jumps with every breath, anticipating his hot tongue to quench her aching need. He sticks his tongue out to taste her tip. "Mmmm so sweet."
Rick pops out of his daydream. "Fuck!" This keeps happening to him. It all started three years ago. He was crossing the street running to a lecture when he saw her. His heart stopped and he grabbed his chest as his brain was assaulted by, he wasn't sure. Maybe memories? Flashes? Visions? It was always her. They were smiling. They were holding hands. They were kissing, making love, fucking. And things he didn't quite understand at first– leather, whips, screams of pleasure with an exquisite pain he couldn't name. But it excited him, challenged him, turned him on to the point he would get erections in public. No one knew of his special tastes, but dreams have no boundaries. He jumps into his shower, water cascading down his chiseled chest, sprinkled with soft tufts of hair. She loves to play with his chest, especially his nipples. He drops his hand down to his erect cock. He starts fisting himself, slowly at first, moving his hand up and down imagining it was her mouth. Her perfect lips, wrapped around his throbbing cock, in and out, in and out, her perfect chocolate brown eyes staring directly into his soul. "Oh yes." He throws his head back, sliding his precum from his tip all over his cock. His hand starts moving faster and faster. His balls tighten up signaling his impending release. "Oh fuck. Yes Michhhhee, ahhhh…" Spurts of hot cum shoot onto his shower wall, quickly rinsed away by the waters overhead. He leans his hand against the wall trying to catch his breath. He looks out towards his bedroom where he knows the picture, her picture is sitting on the nightstand.
"Bientôt mon amour."
(BEFORE)
"This is so unfair. What if I don't want to be married."
"Don't be silly, who wouldn't want to be married to one of the counts. Ahhh, especially the count of Walsh. He's a hot one."
"And a scoundrel. Did you not hear of the many maidens along the countryside he has taken to his bed."
"That just means he's had lots of practice." The two women burst into laughter. They're standing off to the side of the party watching the guests mingle about. They keep an eye out for their father's to see which gentleman they seem to converse with at length: an indication of a marriage prospect. She did not want that life. She longed to travel, to learn, see new things. But that would never be for the daughter of the Prince. She takes another look around the room noticing more of the guests. There is a man standing off to the side speaking to her friend the Earl of Rhee. She didn't notice him before. She doesn't believe they have met. She can't help but notice the chestnut curly hair, the bowlegged stance, a soft beard sitingt on a chiseled jaw with what looks like a pair of cherry lips a pink tongue peeks out of. Her eyes travel back up his face and she is assaulted by the bluest eyes she has ever encountered. She stops breathing for a minute, completely ensnared in his gaze.
"Shit. Not again." Michonne wakes up out of another dream except now she's not sure they are just dreams. Maybe they're visions or something. Whatever they are they need to stop. But that's exactly the opposite of what's happening. Ever since he showed up. She's even been daydreaming at random times during the day. Yesterday, she was giving a test and started having more visions of herself and him. It had been a month since he started working there and she hadn't worked up the nerve to really talk to him. A smile here, a wave there but nothing. The dreams or visions were just getting stronger. She was going to have to figure this out. And she still couldn't find her panties from her car romp. Hopefully a student didn't find them.
The school day started just as any other but the students were excited as today the homecoming court would be announced. The school had a tradition of electing a few teachers to the court as well – a best teacher sort of thing. A popularity contest amongst the teachers for sure as only the fellow teachers voted along with the student council. Since Michonne had been teaching there, Andrea had won once but thirsty Lori had won for the past 2 years. Didn't hurt that she was a constant visitor to the dean of students Mr. Blake's office, or the Governor as he was called. He was the one of the heads of the computer classes and some were convinced Lori's wins might have had a little help but of course no one could prove it.
"Hey girl, so what do you think. It might be my year again." Andrea says coming to stand by Michonne in the back of the gym.
"Why do you care. This is all so arbitrary anyway. We're way too old for this."
"So you're saying if you were voted in you wouldn't be happy?"
"Oh please. With the thirst brigade out there reliving their sad youth. Not at all."
"Hmm. I'll remember you said that."
Michonne is about to reply when he walks into the gym. All the female teachers, including some students, look in his direction. The man is a walking sex dream. Painted on dark blue jeans with a button down green shirt that contrast with those mesmerizing cerulean eyes. He walks up to some of the other teachers and waits for the assembly to start. He starts to turn his head in her direction but she quickly looks away. I can do this. She whispers to herself. But damn he's fine.
FLASH
SMACK
'Does that feel good?"
"Yes, Dominus."
SMACK
"Yes what?"
"Yes my Dominus."
She didn't mean not to address him properly but her senses were on overload. His long middle finger was making circles inside her pussy. Legs spread wide at a split, her clit on display for him to see. His tongue was lapping at her pussy lips as his fingers went in and out, her juices dripping down his throat. Her ass throbbing from his slaps.
"You taste so good my _. I love my fucking pussy. It's mine correct?"
"Yes my Dominus. YES!" she screams as he inserts a third finger.
SMACK
"Were you permitted to scream my _?" He pulls his fingers out.
"No Dominus. Forgive me, please."
"So defiant, yet so perfect." He gives her clit a lick. "Do you want me?"
"Yes Dominus. I beg you."
He smiles. "Tell me _. What do you want?"
"Only you my Dominus. Only you."
"Seulement moi"
"Rien que toi, Dominus!"
"Nouveau"
"Rien que toi, Dominus!"
His dick hardens at her words. "Je suis à toi mon amour!" He plunges his fingers back inside her while grabbing her clit with his teeth.
"Yes, oh god Yes!"
She says yes a little too loud and Andrea as well as a few students look in her direction.
"What the fuck girl. You really like that idea?" Andrea asks.
"Umm, yeah, yes um it's a good idea." She pretends that she was listening to Principal Peletier's speech. She shakes her head to ward off her daydream. This has got to stop. Andrea gives her a weird ok but turns her attention back to the stage.
"Alright everyone, it's time to announce this year's homecoming court. First our Princes – Noah James, Bob Stokely, Abraham Ford and Negan Thomas. And our Princess' are - Beth Green, Karen Dodds, Rosita Espinosa and Sherry Davis."
Michonne claps politely. Those are all her students and great kids, except that Negan. He's a smart ass for sure. Andrea pokes her side waiting for the next announcement. "Here we go." Michonne just smiles thinking let's get this over with.
"And for our teacher court…Mr. Rhee from the Science Dept. Mr. Walsh from the P.E. department, and Dr. Grimes from Linguistics."
A very loud cheer goes up after Dr. Grimes is announced. It's clear who the frontrunner is in this race. Dr. Grimes smiles sweetly as he walks up to the stage. Michonne can't help but stare as he walks confidently pass the students to greet Principal Peltier.
"Alright settle down everyone. We still have our female teachers to present and they are – Ms. Harrisson from the English dept." Andrea gives a squeak and practically sprints toward the stage. "Ms. Peterson from the Literature dept." Lori prances up to the stage like she's Miss fucking America. And, what a nice surprise, Dr. Williams from the history dept."
Michonne is shocked. She has never been nominated before. The students are standing and clapping. She looks up at the stage and sees Andrea jumping up and down clapping for her. She looks over and sees Rick with a huge smile on his face. She walks up to the stage and stands next to Andrea. Even though the principal is between them she can feel his body heat. She knows if she looks in his direction he will be staring at her. She smiles and accepts congratulations from her colleagues as the assembly has ended. She has to escape before he gets to her. She's not ready to talk to him. She make she makes her way through the well-wishers, signaling Andrea that she'll call her. She bolts out the side door trying to make a break for her classroom. She goes down the side hallway ducking a corner to avoid the people trickling out. She starts to turn the corner to head for her classroom and is stopped in her tracks by a voice.
"Going somewhere?"
Translations:
"Bientôt mon amour." - soon my love
"Seulement moi" – only me
"Rien que toi, Dominus!" -only you
"Nouveau" - again
"Je suis à toi mon amour" – "I'm yours my love"