Ah! I love that your loving this collection (especially the Richonne Christmas Reunion-perhaps we'll see an official part two this Christmas)! Thank you so much for lovely comments!
So recently I participated in the Baker's Dozen challenge for Richonne Just Desserts on Tumblr. It consisted of writing 13 stories/paragraphs where each one was a different genre. I will be sharing them each as chapters on here to avoid any confusion.
I hope you enjoy them as you await other updates! Looking forward to your comments! They are my nourishment! :) Thanks!
Baker's Dozen Story #1
Katana Lesson (First Time Fic)
"Here, try."
Michonne gently urged him to take her most treasured weapon. Rick looked at her in amusement before biting his lip and nodding reluctantly.
She handed the sheathed sword to him with a smirk. He tentatively took it in his hands and weighed it, raising his eyebrows as if impressed before slowly unsheathing it.
She quietly studied his fascinated gaze, backing up next to his side, intently awaiting his next move.
He gripped the handle and tested the weight of it. Glancing at her, he stepped forward and swung it towards the ground. It swished smoothly, grazing the tips of overgrown grass, tiny pieces silently falling to the ground like fine confetti.
He looked back at her, a gleam in his eye. He stepped forward further, ensuring there was enough distance between them.
Recalling every elegant move she'd ever made while wielding the katana, he attempted to imitate said moves from memory. But instead of wielding it lithely, he waved it around like a swimming pool noodle with a mind of its own.
He furrowed his brow in frustration. "How do you…?"
Michonne snorted gleefully behind her hand. He narrowed his eyes and attempted it again.
Through uncontrollable giggling, she called out, "Easy there, Taskmaster. Don't swing so hard."
"How are you supposed to…," he muttered.
"Just be gentle, glide it through the air."
"I am," he sighed after a few more awkward waves. He placed the weapon down in defeat, enjoying the smile on her face. "I think I just need to leave this to the professionals."
Michonne chuckled as he sheathed and handed back her sword with a grin, ending their first – and last – katana lesson.
