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Chapter Thirteen

Michonne sensuously grinded against Rick, riding his length, tremoring at his fullness. With every motion she made, adjusting her position, while he moved beneath her, swirling his hips, skillfully titillating her walls, she felt herself slipping, weakening at the potent sensations that were sweeping through her, yet strengthen by the intoxicating passion in his eyes. He held her gaze, impassioned and tender, as he kneaded her hips, then slipped his hands to her ass and gently squeezed. Michonne harshly sighed at the power in the caress, teasing her to the brink of release, but she held on.

Drawing out the moment a little longer, she leaned forward, allowing her bare breast to caress his taut chest, igniting them with an electrifying heat churning within. She then sought his mouth, her tongue ardently exploring its depth, driving Rick to fervidly groan, to respond by lowering his hands to the cleave between her thighs, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot, then stroking her there, perfectly timing the sweet graze of his hand with her movement over him. Michonne cried out in pleasure as her rhythm helpless turned from controlled and steady to wild abandonment. She moved faster, rocked harder, fervently riding him. Their moans quickly became louder, filling the air, shattering the quiet, when the blazing force within them reached a feverish pitch, white-hot with tension, until it ruptured into an intense explosion.

Rick breathlessly groaned as Michonne nuzzled his neck, then his ear, before reaching her intended desire, his mouth. She kissed him, slowly, languidly, moaning as his hands drifted from her back and again to her ass, clutching it once more. She then moved to climb off of him, to disengage their bodies, but Rick stopped her, fluidly changing their positions to shift her beneath him. She gasped in surprised heat when he moved within her, and she found that his fullness was still there, so soon after his release. Rick then kissed her again with leisure and passion, as he continued to stroke her flushed cavern.

Michonne gasped his name, from the fervor his movement inflamed, driving her to fiercely clasp his back and for him to keen in pleasure and pain at the rousing grate of her nails. How was it that just moments before she'd reached her peak and was completely sated, only to instantly feel the fire again, rapidly building, stirring her with desperate need. She silently questioned in a rapturous haze. Pleased with her response, Rick rocked his hips against her, drawing out further to tease her aching cove, before going deeper, stronger. He then slid his hand between them, found where their bodies became one and delicately touched her nub, igniting a fiery spark of pleasure, nearly undoing her.

Michonne cried out once more when Rick used his thumb to tease her with torturous circles, applying an amazing pressure, all the while gradually increasing his tempo, steadily bringing them closer. Desire heightened within her, every nerve in her body quaking with fire, as Rick plunged deeper, ardently kissing her, awakening a profound yearning that was utterly foreign to her. When she felt it, a scorching hunger, racing through her veins, seizing her breath, making her tremble beyond control, just as it hit her like a wave, taking her out of body, consuming her with euphoria, nearly bringing her to tears. Rick closely followed her ascent, his body melting into a pool of flaming ecstasy before he crashed gently upon her, burying his face in her neck, passionately kissing it. They lay there a long moment, their breathes heavy, their bodies spent, trembling in the aftermath of their glorious completion.

So much for dinner, huh? Rick huskily, weakly uttered as he lifted his face from her neck and returned his eyes to hers, loving the contentment and peace he saw there.

I'll say. She languidly breathed. Rick smiled then kissed her again, with tenderness. What? She sighed, when his beautiful blue gaze again locked with hers and she saw something powerful, boundless, touching her deep, quickening her spirit, yet making her fearful of what she'd not seen or felt from him before.

I love you. Rick desperately wanted to say, to express to her what he now knew, but hadn't quite understood when he'd first laid eyes on her that hot summer day in King County. Should he tell her? He anxiously questioned within as the desire in his heart fought with the logic in his head. It had only been that night, right now, that they'd officially taken their relationship beyond friendship, spontaneously giving themselves to each other.

Would it be too much if he said those three words that were now burning in his heart? Would she embrace them and submit to the emotion he could see in her eyes, that mirrored the profound tenderness he felt for her heart. Rick continued to regard her with love, mesmerized as he gently caressed her cheek and watched in awe as it stirred her with fire, driving him to answer what she'd asked, to speak what he was feeling…

Nothing. He quietly uttered, changing his mind at the last second, deciding that his revelation would be too much, too soon and thus would scare her, which was the last thing he wanted to do. Disappointed, Michonne briefly dropped her eyes, but realized she was relieved by his response. She knew that he was holding back, and she wanted so much for him to confess the emotion she could see in his gaze, but in the same breath, she wanted to remain in this space that they were now in, blissful and free of the complications that would inevitably arise if they admitted what this connection truly meant between them.

You hungry? She then asked.

Starving. He said then kissed her again, moving to her neck, hotly tasting it, turning her completely on again.

I meant for food. She breathed.

I am. He huskily confirmed, upon stopping his sensual assault to capture her eyes. What you got to eat? He asked with a gentle grin.

I'm sorry to say nothing, but…what time is it? She suddenly asked. Rick caressed her lips, then finally extract himself from her, causing them both to gasp at the fleeting hotness of the movement. He then leaned over the side of the bed and retrieved his pants, pulling from its pocket his cellphone and activated the desktop that shined brightly in the moonlit room, revealing the time.

10:30. He said.

Su's is still open. Michonne declared as Rick turned to face her with a questioning look. It's Chinese food. She smiled at his bewilderment, finding it endearing.

You eat Chinese food? He joked.

Occasionally. She played along. I can place an order with Postmates to deliver so we don't have to go out. She said, then took his mouth, lingeringly before moving to leave the bed.

Where are you going? Rick asked as he gently grabbed her and pulled her back to him.

To get my iPad so that I can place the order. She sighed at the feel of his firm chest, heatedly grazing her breast.

Can't you just use my phone? He quietly posed, not yet ready for her to leave his arms.

You don't have the app. She softly replied. I won't be long. She vowed, then kissed him again, long and deep, inciting Rick to groan, then left the bed as he watched her with ardor and love.

An hour later…

Chopsticks? Or fork? Michonne asked as they settled in the living room on the floor between the coffee table and the couch, the spread of food they'd ordered before them.

A fork. I'm clueless on how to use the sticks. He admitted with a laugh.

It's easy. She claimed. You want to open the fortune cookies now or later?

Later. Rick smiled as he grabbed the packaged wafers from her hand and laid them amongst their boxes of food.

Now, chopsticks. Michonne lightly asserted handing him a pair instead of fork. Watch and learn. She then advised as she picked up her chopsticks and proceeded to instruct him on how to hold them between his fingers and thumb while using them to pick up his food. Rick followed along as best he could, sort of getting it right, until seeing that he needed a little hands on help, Michonne stopped demonstrating, and grasped his hand to show him exactly how it should be done. Here. She said as she correctly adjusted his hand around the Bamboo sticks, sending a warmth through him.

Now try it? She gently directed. Rick complied, dipping the sticks down to his food and carefully picking up a modest piece of chicken.

Success! Michonne exclaimed with delight.

And with success comes reward. Rick proclaimed then extended the occupied chopstick to her mouth. Michonne held his gaze, the smile slightly fading from her lips then sensuously slipped the food from the chopstick and chewed it slowly, savoring its taste. Rick continued to hold her stare, warming her with his amorous eyes, when he suddenly leaned in and tasted her lips, inciting a moan.

Ummm. He uttered against her mouth when he pulled away.

Yeah. Michonne breathed, then took his mouth again hungrily, passionately. You think you can do it again? She softly, ambiguously asked upon slowly ending their kiss.

Yeah, I can. He whispered back, so close to her lips, she could feel the heat of his breath, caressing them, inflaming her wanting, before faintly teasing them with his tongue, causing her to gasp, after which he took her lips again.

I meant hold the chopsticks. Michonne sighed with a smile when he reluctantly drew back.

I can do that too. Rick smirked as he fondled one of her locks, then returned his attention to his carton of food. Michonne watched him with happiness as he dug into his Kung Pao, before she turned her attention to her own meal, delving into her Szechuan Green Beans with Chicken in Black Bean Sauce, the taste melting in her mouth, making her realize how famished she was.

This is good. Rick stated aloud what she was thinking as he devoured his food revealing that he was famished himself.

The best Chinese food in the city. Michonne concurred, watching in amazement as he now used his chopsticks without issue.

Speaking of the city, you weren't kidding about this view. He said, then took a swig of his glass bottle of Coca-Cola as he sat back against the couch and viewed the incredible view of the Buckhead skyline. You got a great deal on the sub-lease. He said, remembering how she'd told him about one of the executives at her job making an immediate move to Paris to head up a division there. As a result, she needed to quickly unload her condo. She didn't want to sale it, but didn't want to leave it empty. When she heard that Michonne was looking for a place she'd struck a deal with her to take over part of the lease.

I'm sorry to say I haven't had much time to enjoy it. Michonne stated as she too took in the breathtaking view.

Work still just as crazy as it was three days ago?

Pretty much. And it doesn't look to be calming down.

Is that a good thing?

I don't know. Michonne answered after finishing another mouthful of chicken and beans. I'm enjoying the new things I'm learning. I'm getting exposure to things I normally wouldn't. But the company culture and direction is changing so much and not necessarily in the way I would've liked to see things go. She spoke her thoughts, feeling a little tense and concerned about everything at once. How about you? She said, changing the subject to him, not wanting to ruin her mood with talk of all the chaos at her job right now. Tell me about this summit.

What do you want to know? He asked after taking another gulp of his soda.

What's it about? New laws and enforcement procedures?

Something like that. He vaguely replied, not really wanting to get into the details of the summit due to his mind being focused on something more important he needed to address. Look, I'm sorry...

For what? Michonne questioned with confusion and surprise as she abandoned another bite of her food and returned her eyes to him.

For showing up like this, before the agreed upon time. He clarified.

I could've turned you away. She softly countered. But I didn't.

True. Rick agreed. But I want you to know… He began, then stopped mid-sentence, thinking, trying to find the right words to express what he wanted to say.

That you didn't come all this way to seduce me? She quietly asserted, causing Rick to brandish a smile that bordered on a blush, which in turn filled Michonne with mirth. Is that Rick Grimes, tough lawman blushing? She lightly teased, Rick's smile melded into a small laugh as he shook his head, before turning serious finally finding the words to state his thoughts.

I want you to know that I respect you. He stated with gentle conviction as he held her gaze. I respect what you say and in no way was my intention to…change our agreement.

I know. Michonne replied in the same gentle tone.

Now, that the timing has changed…what's next? Rick then cautiously asked.

I don't know. There's still a lot to consider. She answered as she refocused her attention on her food, now aimlessly stirring it in the box.

Like my divorce? Rick pointed out.

As much as I'm happy with what's happened, I didn't want it to happen like this. Michonne honestly, carefully confessed, looking his way again, just as he dropped his eyes. I wanted us both to be free and clear before we went… here.

We are free and clear. Rick countered, returning his eyes to hers.

You're not. She gently disputed.

I'm still married, yes. But only on paper.

I'd rather you not be married at all.

Me too. Rick agreed. But that will soon change.

How soon?

By the end of the week. If Lori hasn't signed the papers by the time I return to Palmer I plan to have my lawyer...

I don't need details. Michonne kindly interjected, upon learning what some part of her already knew, but she had to hear him verbalize. I just need it to be over, and soon. She seriously added.

It will be. He vowed, his eyes a sea of truth and unwavering, when he then tentatively brushed her lips with his, chastely tasting her. Michonne expressed her desire for more, deepening the kiss, infusing it with hunger, compelling him to suddenly pull back, to cease what was happening, before it escalated to a point of no return. I should go. He whispered, his eyes caste down, his breath heavy, his heart wanting so much to taste her once more, to stay.

What? Why? Michonne breathlessly question.

Maybe we shouldn't continue...until my divorce is final. Rick suggested with difficulty.

Is that what you want? She asked, drawing his eyes back to hers.

No. He replied without delay. But I want you to be comfortable with me, with us.

Rick if I was uncomfortable I'd tell you. Michonne declared. Stay. She quietly beseeched as she slipped her hand over his thigh and gently gripped it, instantly arousing him.

You sure? He sighed, his fever growing.

I am. She assured as she touched his cheek, stroking the light stubble on his face, driving Rick to grab her hand and bring her palm to his mouth, hotly tasting it. Michonne fervidly gasped at the fierce flame ignited by his simple caress when he deserted her hand and pulled her to him, eagerly capturing her mouth, wantonly slipping her his tongue as she buried her hands in his hair, matching his ardor, while drawing him atop her form.