Hi folks! This is shorter chapter, I picked up a lot of steam, and it all evaporated a bit. Next few chapters will be a little longer. Thanks for reading!
Rick woke up the next morning and he felt something heavy on his arm. After blinking a few times he turned to his left and found Michonne, still in her dress fully asleep. He signed deeply, encircling her in his arms and resting his head on hers. The familiar weightiness of her body bringing him back to the conversation they had at the bar. After she had admitted that she was still very angry at him and felt almost numb to his apology, he told her that he wanted to try to be friends. She told him a few choice words, called him pathetic, even said that he let his family spoil their relationship. They went back to the hotel and after Michonne thoroughly berated Rick he asked for the one thing he'd missed from her- being close to her. And even though she knew it wasn't the smartest idea she conceded to sit with him for old times sake. They both fell asleep hours later after exhausted from divulging their feelings from the past.
Michonne moaned at the feel of strong arms encircling her. For a moment she forgot where she was and brought her hand up to touch the face of the person, only to remember that it was Rick. Her hand faltered as it reached his cheek and she was reminded of how easy this all felt, the close proximity, the familiar scent of Rick Grimes, the size of his hands which always found their way to her hips when they slept.
"You awake?" he heard the voice say close to her ear.
"Yeah" she said moving to create space between his body and hers. As on instinct, Rick's arms squeezed tighter and he nuzzled deeper into the crook of her neck.
"I have to go. Sasha's going to need help getting ready." Michonne reached for Rick's hand and tried to remove them from her hips only to feel him wiggle his lower half into her back.
"Rick! I have to go" she said firmly. Rick finally registered that he wasn't dreaming and let her go.
"Sorry. I can't help myself when I'm with you." he said honestly.
"Well Rick, you're not with me." she said.
"Damnit Michonne, don't you think I know that? You've ruined me Michonne. How am I supposed to love anyone else?" he asked.
"I don't know Rick, but you've got to figure that out with your fiance." she said.
"Don't you miss me Michonne?" Rick asked getting out of bed and facing her. He starts to take his tie off and walks towards Michonne who stood on the other side of the bed.
"There's no room to miss you Rick. You didn't want me to be your family, so I'm not."
"Don't do that. Don't act like this is all on me." he said gesticulating between the two of them.
Michonne stomps towards Rick and pushes him onto the bed. She straddles him and reaches her hands to his face while he instinctively grabs two fistfuls of her ass. She gets inches from his lips and says
"This, between us, is over. You made your choice and it wasn't me. I wasn't it Rick. So I can miss you or want you, but know that you'll never have me. Not again, not ever."
She saw the confusion and hurt run across Ricks face and his mind processed the words coming out of her mouth, her body slinked over him, his hands resting on her bottom as he felt the familiar stirring in his stomach. He sat dumbfounded as she got up, pulled her dress down and walked out of his room slamming the door in his face.