- This particular short still may not be done just yet. We'll see. -
Chapter 2:
Rick buried himself in Michonne's wet warmth.
Their heavy breaths filled the room, only adding to the passion and lust Rick was feeling. Michonne released a soft moan and wrapped her arms around Rick's shoulders. "Rick," she whispered. His name falling from her lips like a prayer. "Rick."
Rick smiled down at her, a devilish look on his handsome face. He was enjoying watching her squirm beneath him. But he wanted more. He wanted her to beg for him. To plead for him. To scream for him.
He took her arms and pressed them to the pillow on each side of her head. Lacing his fingers with hers, he held her there.
Michonne grasped his hands tight as Rick began to thrust into her with a slow, deliberate, circle of his hips. She began to circle her own hips to meet his thrusts. She normally didn't consider herself a greedy person but at this moment, she wanted all of Rick all at once. She lifted her head, trying to capture Rick's lips with her own.
He pulled away. Smirked down at her. He was teasing.
Michonne fell back onto her pillow, disappointed. Rick bucked his hips forward in one hard, deep stroke, breaking the rhythm he had started moments before. Michonne gasped and clamped down on her lip, containing herself. She was thinking about the other people in the house. She didn't want to disturb them and she didn't think sex noises should be the way that everyone – that Carl – found out about her and Rick.
Rick watched her keep herself from moaning. 'We can't have that,' he thought. He wanted her to lose control beneath him.
He began the slow circle of his hips again. Michonne pushed against the bed with the soles of her feet. Pushing her hips against him, trying to increase the pace. Her walls pulled at him desperately. Rick breathed heavily, trying to maintain his wits.
In his moment of weakness, when his eyes were closed, Michonne attempted a kiss again. She quickly pulled herself up and planted her full lips against his before falling back onto the bed. There was a spark of surprise in Rick's eyes when he opened them. He chuckled when he saw Michonne's impish smile.
Rick: 1, Michonne: 1.
He gave her another quick, hard thrust for being mischievous. A squeak of surprise and pleasure left Michonne's throat.
Rick released her hands and fell against her chest. Screw games for a minute, he was going to give her exactly what she wanted and take exactly what he needed.
Michonne's arms, free from their entrapment, wrapped around Rick's shoulders once again and her thighs squeezed Rick's hips as he began to rut on top of her and into her. Michonne's mouth opened and she had to fight hard to keep her screams inside. She gripped Rick tight and breathed heavily.
Her breath against his ear was just another aphrodisiac for Rick. He grunted as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.
Michonne clawed at his back and rolled her hips to meet Rick's shaft thrust for thrust.
Michonne felt herself coming towards a climax and she thought Rick was almost there too but he suddenly stopped. He pulled away. Pulled out.
Michonne reached for him. "What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes confused. Her core wanting.
Rick smirked at her and moved down, placing his head between her thighs.
Michonne scooted away from him when she realized what he was planning. "No, Rick," she said. "I'm gonna come if you do that. Don't-"
Rick cut her off by wrapping his hands around her thighs and pulling her back down towards him. His mouth was on her before she knew it. "Rick, no!" His tongue lapping at her aroused center shot pleasure through Michonne's entire body. She grasped the covers, wanting to pull away but trapped by sheer desire.
She fought against release, wanting to come with Rick inside of her. Not like this.
Rick subtly moved his hips against the bedsheets, creating friction for his hardness as he lapped at Michonne's wetness. Her scent turned him on to no end.
Michonne groaned, her entire body tightening as she fought against her coming orgasm. "Rick. Please," she whispered. "Please."
Rick smiled against her. He had her exactly where he wanted her. He lifted his head from between her thighs, giving her a moment of relief. Michonne breathed heavily. "Get inside of me, Rick," she pleaded.
'Not yet,' Rick thought. He tapped his hand lightly against Michonne's bundle of nerves.
Michonne jerked as pleasure shot through her body. Rick did it again, eliciting the same response. He was enamored with the fact that he could have such control over Michonne's body. He placed the pad of his fingers against Michonne's clitoris and began to rub against it gently but firmly.
Michonne's eyes rolled closed and her mouth opened on a silent scream. She grasped Rick's wrist, trying to get him to stop. The pleasure was too much.
Rick brushed her hand aside and placed his tongue between her womanly folds again.
"Ohhh!" All of the muscles in Michonne's body clenched and then she released. Shaky breaths left her lips as she experienced a high like never before. As her pleasure juices left her body, Rick moved forward once again and plunged inside of her. Michonne's eyes opened wide and she released a loud scream as her pleasure escalated to new heights.
Rick groaned as Michonne's walls tremored around him, clenching and unclenching his hardness.
"Oh my God. Oh my God, Rick," Michonne gasped.
Rick began to move inside of her again. She was now wetter than ever. He had never felt such a sensation. He clenched his teeth together, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay as he watched Michonne. His eyes dark with lust and power.
"Rick. Yes. God!" Michonne was no longer thinking about noise levels. She was too busy reveling in the sensations Rick was creating by entering into her now overly sensitive area. She knew that she would probably be tender in the morning but a hot bath could fix that. Nothing could take away the pleasure she felt right now.
She squirmed beneath him, moaning his name. "Yeah," Rick whispered, becoming more and more passionate as he watched her. "That's what I want."
Rick: 2, Michonne: 1.
Michonne lifted her hips from the bed so that he could enter her deeper. She wanted more of him. Her appetite for him was insatiable. Rick breathed heavily as he filled her completely. As she took all of him. Completely.
Michonne was already reaching for another orgasm and she couldn't believe it. She bucked wildly against Rick, thinking it was time. But he stopped. Again. Michonne couldn't hold back a groan.
Rick was surprised when he found himself being pushed over onto his back, Michonne mounting him. She was taking control. Rick chuckled.
His eyes became lidded as Michonne began to ride him, undulating her body expertly. He gripped her hips. Michonne was lost in a world of her own; she took Rick's hands and this time she was the one to press them to the pillows, holding him somewhat captive.
Rick growled low in his throat as he watched Michonne do what she wanted. Her breasts bounced becomingly. He wanted to grab them but he knew Michonne was in charge right now.
Rick: 2, Michonne: 2.
"I want you," Rick whispered. "I want you so bad, Michonne." He wanted her even as he had her.
Michonne breathed heavily and stared into Rick's eyes. She released his hands.
Rick immediately circled his arms around her waist again and sat up. They were completely intertwined. Rick thrusting and sinking into her and Michonne enveloping him completely. "Take me, Rick," she moaned. "Take me."
They came together in a frenzied tangle of limbs and sweat until they both froze at the height of climax and came down with intense release.
A slight kind of whimper left Michonne's throat and Rick released heavy breaths onto Michonne's neck as orgasmic spasms caused him to involuntarily thrust into her twice more.
They tremored in each other's arms as their heart rates came down and their breathing evened out. They finally drew back to look into each other's eyes. Michonne caressed Rick's cheek and they kissed each other languidly.
Rick trailed his fingers along Michonne's thigh as they pulled away from each other. He tapped her hip gently, signaling her to vacate his lap so he could move. Michonne ignored his signal.
"I don't want you to leave," Michonne said. For the past couple of nights, he had come in, given her the best sex of her life, and then left. "You can sleep here, you know. In the room with me."
"I know," Rick said. He turned and pointed at the digital clock on Michonne's nightstand. "But it's 5AM. I'm going to go out and patrol a bit until it's time to officially go on duty."
"Well, wait around and let me get dressed," Michonne said. "We can patrol together."
"No," Rick said. "You should get some more sleep. I'll come back and get you when it's time for official duty." He lifted Michonne from his lap and playfully laid her back in bed. He placed a kiss on her lips before getting up and putting his clothes back on.
Michonne propped herself up on her elbow and watched him.
"See you in a few, Michonne," he said. And then he left, the door closing softly behind him.
Michonne lay back onto her pillow with a sigh. Something was wrong and she didn't quite know what. Lately, she and Rick had just not been on the same page. They weren't on the same page about Alexandria, and now, it seemed...they weren't on the same page with their relationship.
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"We need to find out who broke Jessie's owl sculpture."
Michonne turned from admiring how untouched Alexandria was for the fiftieth time to see Rick walking down the street towards her. She studied him quietly for a moment after his words. "Could it have been one of her kids?" she asked.
"Why would one of her kids break her owl sculpture?" Rick asked.
"I don't know," Michonne said. "But isn't that what kids do? Break things? Maybe it was an accident and they just didn't want to tell her because they were afraid they'd get in trouble." Rick stared at her. "Happens all the time, Rick."
"We still need to look into it," Rick said. "I promised her I would."
Michonne stared at Rick for a moment. "Fine," she finally said. "We'll look into it." They began to walk down the street. "So are we going to start with questioning her kids, or...?"
"No, Michonne," Rick snapped. "No. We're not going to investigate Jessie's kids."
Michonne felt a sting of hurt shoot through her at Rick's tone. She held her hands up. "Okay," she said. "Just a suggestion. We'll do things your way, Rick. Who should we start questioning first?"
Rick nodded. "I was thinking we should talk to Pete-"
"So Jessie's kids are off limits but her husband isn't..."
"I was thinking we should talk to Pete," Rick pressed. "Because he may have seen or heard something."
"Or because it may have been him."
Rick stopped in his tracks and stared at Michonne. She stopped and stared back. "Yeah," Rick said. "Yeah, it may have been him. Is there something wrong with me considering that possibility?"
"No..." Michonne said.
Rick stared at Michonne. She had a displeased look in her eyes. He took a step forward. "Is there somethin' you wanna say to me?"
"Yeah, there is," Michonne said, raising her chin. Rick waited. "I think you want it to be Pete."
"And why would I want that?" Rick challenged.
"I don't know, Rick. You tell me," Michonne returned with a shrug.
Rick released a dry chuckle and glanced away from Michonne for a moment, breaking eye contact. "The man...is a drunk, Michonne..." he stared into Michonne's eyes again. "Every time we see him, he's nursin' some kind o' drink. So yeah...Maybe I do want him to be guilty just so the people here can wake up and see that a man like that doesn't need to be a doctor."
Michonne held back frustration that boiled beneath the surface. She spoke quietly, coolly angry. "It's an owl sculpture, Rick. The only thing people are gonna see is that Pete is a little clumsy if we take him in on a breaking-an-owl-sculpture charge."
"Destruction of property would be the correct term."
"Whatever! It's an owl sculpture. Let's just question the man and get this over with." Michonne stalked off and Rick followed after her.
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Rick stood in his house toying with his wedding band.
Pete had just left after some drunken speech about being friends. But Rick wasn't an idiot. The man had just not-so-subtly warned him to stay away from his wife. And maybe he was a little upset about how Michonne and Rick had questioned him earlier that day. Rick had to admit it hadn't been the most professional interrogation. Michonne had been upset and Rick had been upset so there was no good cop, bad cop. There was only angry cop and angrier cop.
Rick thought about Michonne. He wasn't sure where she was now. She had gone somewhere the minute they got back. Probably to get away from him. He hoped she would be coming back soon.
He could guess what she was upset about. She had somehow picked up on his infatuation with Jessie. A surge of frustration swelled within him. Did she have to be so observant at all times? Couldn't she just be oblivious while they explored their blossoming relationship?
Rick spun his wedding band on his finger some more, thinking about Lori.
In a lot of ways, Jessie reminded him of Lori. She represented normalcy and the life he and Lori had always wanted. A normal life in a normal neighborhood. Untouched by the ugliness behind those walls. Rick twisted his ring again. He would have that life. He would have her.
Jessie would be his normality. What he protected from the harshness of reality the way it was now. Michonne would be his equal. The one he brought his problems to, showed his scars to...Because she could handle it. He would have it all and there was nothing anyone could say to stop it.
He heard the door of his house opening and closing. He turned to see Carol walking into the room.
"Pete's hitting Jessie."
Rick cocked his head. This. This was more than an owl sculpture. This was his opportunity.
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Michonne laid in bed the next morning. She had come in late to avoid Rick. She had been planning to keep the door locked just in case he came to seek her out in the middle of the night but she had ended up not doing that.
They had gotten bad news yesterday evening. Noah and Aiden were dead. Tara was injured.
She had kept the door unlocked just in case Rick needed some kind of comfort through it all. He tended to take these things harder than anybody else because he always felt responsible. No matter what. He felt responsible for his group.
But Rick hadn't come. Michonne was disappointed because it was when he didn't come that she realized she needed comforting herself. Noah had become close to them in a short time, had been able to bond with Carl. He was one of theirs. And no one knew if Tara would pull through. These losses just enforced the fact that they weren't safe. Even behind these walls.
Michonne got up to retrieve her constable uniform from the laundry basket. She ended up lingering on Noah's shirt, remembering him wearing it just a couple of days ago. With a sigh, she put the shirt down and grabbed her uniform, laying it out on the bed.
What use was being a constable? She wasn't there when her people needed her. Being constable was a joke. It wasn't even a real job.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she called out.
Rosita came through the door. "How is she?" Michonne asked, referring to Tara.
"She's okay. For now," Rosita reported. "Sasha hasn't come home. She's in the tower. She hasn't come back yet."
Michonne released a breath and grabbed her jacket. She was done sitting around and "patrolling" empty streets, looking into who might have broken a fucking owl sculpture. She was going to start taking care of her people.
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Rick confronted Pete later that evening on the street outside of the infirmary. He cut to the chase right from the start.
"You hitting your wife, Pete?" Rick asked, his hand on his belt.
Pete cocked his head as if he hadn't heard Rick properly. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Rick said. "You hittin' your wife? Your kids?"
Pete looked at Rick's stance. He faced him, squaring off. "Who told you that? Jessie tell you that?"
"It doesn't matter who told me," Rick said. "You just need to answer the question."
"I'm not answering shit," Pete said, feeling affronted. He placed his hands on his hips. "What's my wife's business got to do with you?"
"It's got to do with me if you're hurting your wife in any way, Pete. It's my job to know."
Pete laughed. "Job...Deanna just gave you and that other bitch this 'job' to keep you satisfied. No one needs a constable around here. Now get out of my face."
Rick clenched his teeth together, irritated now. "You really gonna fight me on this, Pete?" When Pete shook his head and began to walk away, not even bothering to respond, Rick pulled out his hidden gun and cocked the hammer. The click made Pete stop in his tracks. He turned slowly.
"...You're not supposed to have a gun..." Pete said, slowly holding his hands up. "No one is."
Rick shrugged. "Yeah, well, I got one." He didn't bother caring about the pedestrians on the street who were now watching the showdown with wide, fearful eyes.
"Go get Deanna!" Pete called out to the standersby.
"Yeah, go get Deanna," Rick said, uncaring. "It's not like it'll help. She won't be able to save you if what I suspect is right."
As a couple of people ran off to get Deanna, Pete stared at Rick. "What's the deal with you and my wife, Rick?" he asked. "I've noticed the way you look at her ever since you came here."
Rick just stared at Pete, knowing he could take this man's life if he just moved his finger.
"Rick? What's going on?"
Rick recognized Jessie's voice.
"Here she is, Rick," Pete said. "The woman you want so much. Why don't you ask her the question you just asked me."
"Shut up," Rick growled.
"Ask her," Pete said again.
"What's going on, Rick?" Jessie asked again, her voice shaky with trepidation.
"Jessie, is Pete hitting you?" He kept his eyes on Pete but glanced in Jessie's direction. She didn't speak. "Is he?" he asked. "Is he hurting you or the kids?"
Jessie and Pete shared a glance. That was all Rick needed. "Of course he isn't," Jessie said. "Rick, why do you have a gun? I don't- I don't understand."
Rick cocked his eyebrow. He was pretty sure Carol had been right. Pete was abusing Jessie and she was too scared to admit it. He zeroed in on his kill spot, ready to pull the trigger. "Put the gun down, Rick," Deanna's voice came. She had arrived from her office. "What's going on?"
Rick didn't answer.
"Put the gun down, Rick."
"This man...is beating his wife," Rick said to Deanna. "I'm going to take care of it. Isn't that why you assigned me to this job."
"We don't kill people, Rick," Deanna said. "That's not how we do things!"
"He's beating his wife!" Rick yelled. "We don't have a jail so it's either killing or exile! Which is it?"
"He's our only doctor, Rick!"
"So he's allowed to beat his wife and kids?!"
"Rick-" Deanna stepped forward and Rick turned the gun on her.
"Stay back," Rick warned.
Deanna froze. "Rick..."
"Stay back," Rick warned again. "Or I swear to God, I will shoot you. I will shoot everyone here if they get in my way." He stared at all of the fearful residents of Alexandria. They were all looking at him like he was a big, bad monster. He laughed. They had no idea. They had no idea what was out there. They were looking at him like a monster? Him? "You're all so weak," he said. His frustration built. "It's pathetic! You don't deserve this place! You don't deserve-!"
A blow landed to the back of Rick's head and he felt a splitting pain that brought him to his knees, dazed. A wet trickle of what he assumed was blood left his hairline and fell onto his neck. He turned to see who had just struck him and felt such shock and betrayal upon seeing Michonne's hardened, unsympathetic face. She was holding a rock in her hand. She had struck him with a rock. "Get his gun," she said.
A man ran forward took the gun from Rick's hand. He was still staring up at Michonne. He couldn't believe that she had hit him. He didn't know why...
She didn't explain either. "I'm sorry about all this," she said to Deanna, ignoring Rick who was imploring her to look at him and explain her actions with his eyes. "Rick hasn't been himself lately. None of us have. I hope you can look past this..."
Deanna's face was pale and pinched but she nodded.
Rick finally received a glance from Michonne but he couldn't read her expression. He thought he saw pity but there was nothing else. She was guarded against him. She walked away, tossing the rock aside.
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That night, Michonne was sitting up on the couch when Rick came inside. She was still in her white tank top and jeans. Her feet were pulled up onto the cushions.
Rick walked inside, pulled his jacket off, but didn't say anything. He stood though...wanting to say something. "Michonne..." he finally started. "I-"
"Get your shit together, Rick," she interrupted. "We can't afford to lose this place. Carl and Judith need this place."
"...I know..." Rick said.
"Do you?" Michonne asked. "Because you're acting like you don't. We lost people yesterday. We lost Noah. We almost lost Tara. She's being treated by the man you tried to kill today-"
"He's a wife-beater, Michonne!"
"I don't care!" Michonne said harshly. "There's a wrong way and a right way to deal with things! You chose the wrong way! Deanna lost her son on the same run we lost Noah on! Maggie told me Gabriel has been telling Deanna we're bad people-!"
"What?"
"It doesn't matter!" Michonne said, noticing how Rick's eyes flashed angrily at the news about Gabriel. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that Deanna is questioning whether she should have even brought us here in the first place and you're only making things worse!"
"That's why you hit me with a rock?" Rick asked. "Because you're afraid these people will kick us out of here? I told you they won't. They can't. They're too weak."
"That!" Michonne said, standing up. "That is why I hit you with a rock! Listen to yourself! You're out of control! You're power hungry!"
"I'm not power hungry. I just know what needs to be done to keep this place safe."
"Waving a gun around is what needs to be done? Killing the only doctor on suspicion alone is what needs to be done? Do you even know that Sasha has locked herself in the tower and refuses to come down? She hasn't eaten for twenty-four hours!"
"...I didn't know that," Rick said. His eyes steeled. "But we can't let Pete get away with abuse just because he's got an important job."
"We won't!" Michonne said. "But we've gotta go through the right channels. We're not on the outside anymore. You're not the leader anymore, Rick."
Rick nodded. The muscles in his jaw clenching. "Well, maybe I should be."
Michonne stared at Rick and felt frustrated tears well in her throat. She wasn't getting through to him. "Rick. Please."
"You're supposed to be on my side, Michonne."
"I'm always on your side, Rick."
"Lately, it doesn't seem like it."
Rick walked away from Michonne and up the stairs. As she watched him leave, she wished that he would not walk so far that he would be gone from her sight. But he did. And he was. Rick had gone so far from her that she wasn't sure if she could reach him ever again.
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