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Summary: Still the same night of their first night together. Some talking, more loving. Rated M
PILLOW TALK
Legs and arms tangle around each other. They face one another in post coital bliss. Rick's face is buried in Michonne's neck. She knows he isn't asleep. Random kisses to her throat, collarbone and shoulder speaks to his awake state. Not to mention he has yet to stop caressing her. His hands make laps up and down her back, over her bottom, down her thigh and back up again. She runs her fingers through his hair, drags them over his scalp which pulls a low moan from him. She wants to touch every part of him.
Their first time together was over quickly, but it was so very satisfying. She's ready for round two. She won't have to do much to turn this cuddle session into more, she knows that, but there is something she must take care of first.
She pulls back from him as much as his cocooning arms will allow. "I have to go to the bathroom," she whispers.
Rick presses his lips to her neck. "Right now?"
"Yes. Right now. I mean, I can wait if you want, but it won't be pretty."
He sighs, rolls onto his back. "Go."
She laughs at his pout, sits up. "Where are my clothes?"
Rick blindly reaches off the side of the bed, comes up with his shirt. Michonne slips it on, buttons it, and scoots to the side of the bed closest to the door.
He grabs her wrist, stops her. "You coming back?"
She looks at him over her shoulder, dreads swinging in her face. "Of course. Where else would I go?"
"Back to your room."
Honestly, the thought never occurs to her. It's on the tip of her tongue to ask if he wants her to come back here or go to her room, but she decides to take a bolder approach. She's all in and wants to see if, as usual, they are on the same page.
"I kinda thought this was my room now." Her heart stops for the fraction of a second it takes for Rick to give her a crooked smile.
"Yeah, it is. I'd…I'd like that."
She returns his smile. "Good. Then I'll be back." She steps to the door, presses her ear against it.
"What are you doing?" Rick asks through a chuckle.
"Making sure the coast is clear."
She opens the door, peeks in both directions, finds the hallway empty and sprints to the right. Fear of running into Carl damn near gives her wings. Not to mention, evidence of her session with Rick is running down her leg. Michonne makes it to the bathroom without incident, closes the door quietly, locks it. She empties her bursting bladder with a long sigh. At the sink, she eyes the shower longingly. Decides against it and reaches for a washcloth from the rack by the shower. The white one she knows is Judith's because bathed the baby earlier in the evening. She heard Carl in the shower a short while after she was done with Judith. So the damp one has to be his, leaving the dry one as Rick's. She takes it, lathers it with hot water and soap and cleans between her legs.
When she is done, she swishes water around in her mouth, drinks, wishes she had mouthwash. As she pats herself dry with Rick's towel—same process of elimination as with the washcloths—she stares at her reflection in the mirror. It hits her, a wave of emotion, as sudden as it is inexplicable. Her eyes well with tears. She blinks as her reflection goes blurry in the mirror. What is it? Why is she crying? She's not sad, but this feels different than tears of joy too.
"What is it, Michonne?" she whispers to herself.
She closes her eyes. Takes a deep breath, takes stock. She cannot go back into that bedroom weepy. Not because Rick would have a problem with it, but because she doesn't want to. She wants to go back into that room and make love to the man she loves and not be an emotional wreck. With her eyes closed, she thinks, takes stock. What is she feeling right now? Start with the physical. It's easier. There's a sweet throbbing between her legs. Her skin hums, tingles, glows.
Ricks hands, Rick's mouth waking up every cell in her body. Her eyes fly open. That's it. She realizes with a bittersweet pang to her heart that no one touches her. Before tonight, a hug from Carl—which she cherishes—but are few and far between is it. The shoulder pats and occasional small touches to get her attention is all she has ever gotten from Rick. The rest of the group, well, they just aren't a touchy-feely bunch. No one touches her. Tonight she has been touched more than she has in years. Years. She allows herself a quick and quiet cry. Mourning of sorts. She knows as long as Rick Grimes is alive she will never again go days, weeks, months without being touched again.
Back inside the room, Michonne yanks off Rick's shirt and all but dives on the bed. His arms and legs are around her immediately. She wraps around him too. He kisses her throat, his lips against her pulse point.
"Your heart's beatin' fast. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I ran. Didn't want to get caught."
He laughs and his warm breath dances across her skin. She shivers. "Caught by Carl?"
"Yeah."
He plants kisses to her clavicle. "What'd you think he'd do if he ran into you in the hallway?"
"Wearing your shirt, in the middle of the night and going back into your room?"
"Yeah."
"He'd know what happened tonight," she says incredulously.
"He's gonna know."
Michonne pulls back and looks at Rick. "Were we that loud?"
"No. Well, I don't know, maybe. I meant, I'm gonna tell him tomorrow."
Her eyes widened. "Tell him what?"
He looks at her like she's just been hit on the head and is speaking gibberish. "Gonna tell him what happened tonight. What's the matter? You don't want to tell him?"
"No, that's not it. I think you should…it's just I didn't think you'd tell him so soon."
"Well, he's gonna notice. We just agreed this is your room from now on. So I think you movin' your thangs in here and sleepin' in here will give him a clue. And then, it seems I can't stop kissin' you. Gonna be hard not to tell him." He presses his lips to hers for a quick peck.
"Yeah. You're right."
As if sensing something, Rick pulls back again and looks at her. "He's gonna be fine with it, with us like this."
She nods, only now just understanding how afraid she is of Carl not approving.
"He loves you," Rick says.
"I know." And she does know. Still…
"He'll be fine," Rick repeats.
"Yeah. He has to be."
Rick leans in for a kiss but stops, rises up on his elbow, looks down at Michonne. "Or?"
She meets his eyes. "Or what?"
"That's what I'm askin'? He has to be fine with it or what?"
She sees it then, the worry edged with fear that she will say Carl has to be fine with them together or there will be no them together.
She shakes her head. "There is no ultimatum, Rick. He has to be okay with it or we understand why he isn't and work on it until he is okay."
He nods. Chews his lip. "I'll talk to him first thang in the mornin'. Okay?"
"Okay. Just make sure you tell him that I'm not trying to replace his mom."
"Is that what you're worried about? He's not gonna think that, but if you're so worried about it, talk to him with me."
"Nope."
He laughs. "Coward."
"Yup."
Rick leans down, returning to what seems to be his new favorite place, and kisses her throat. He rolls them so they are back on their sides again, facing each other. His hands resume their exploration. He moans as his mouth travels across her jaw. He sucks her earlobe into his warm mouth then whispers, "Your skin is do damn soft."
"You think so?" Michonne feels the beginning of his erection against her thigh. His right leg is between hers. She drags her left leg up and down his like an erotic grasshopper's song.
"Yeah and why do you smell like that?"
"What?" She jerks away from him. "I was outside all day, traipsing through the woods with Spencer and—"
"What where you doin' in the woods with Spencer?"
"That's not important right now. You just told me I stink."
Rick laughs, tries to pull her back to him but she is having none of that. "I didn't say you stink. I said, why do you smell like that? It's good. Damn good."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh. I think you owe me an apology."
"Sorry." She allows him to pull her back to him again. He takes a deep whiff at the curve of her neck. "What is it? I noticed it 'bout two months ago. Now I smell it on Judith. You been hidin' lotion?"
"It's not lotion," she says, eyes rolling back in her head at the feel of his tongue dragging across her collarbone. "Even before the world ended, I hated lotion."
Rick's hand slides down, grips her ass. "You mean to tell me your skin is this soft, smells this good without lotion."
She chuckles. "Yes and no. I…well back when we were cleaning up after the herd. A group of us when through the houses of the ones we lost to restock the pantry."
"Yeah, I know."
"Well, one of the houses. Rita's I think. I feel bad that I never knew a lot of them as well as I wanted to."
"Me too."
"I went through her house," Michonne continues. "She had a huge bottle of olive oil. Don't know how she managed to get that all to herself, but—"
Rick sniffs her neck, makes her giggle. "It doesn't smell like olive oil."
"I'm not finished."
"Sorry." He resumes his nibbling.
"I also found half a jar of coconut oil."
He smells her again. "I think I smell a little bit of coconut, but what I really smell, I can't put my finger on what it is."
"I'm not finished."
He laughs. "I'll just shut up then."
"Please do."
He smacks her ass, pulls her closer. He is fully erect now. She has to finish this story quickly.
"I think the coconut oil was old. I wouldn't trust it to eat, so I mixed in some olive oil. And the final ingredient I found a few houses later. Vanilla extract. Added that to—"
"Yeah! That's it." He pulls her so close, almost rolls on top of her. "You smell like cake." He inhales her. Buries his face in the crook of her neck. "Damn. Cake. Haven't had it in so long I forgot what it smells like."
He kisses her. His tongue tastes, gently, eagerly. Like he expects her mouth to taste of cake. He moves his kisses to her jawline, down to her neck. Sucks at her pulse.
"What's your favorite kind of cake?" she asks, enjoying this little known fact about Rick.
"Mmm, I wasn't big on dessert," he says between kisses. "But I would never turn down chocolate cake."
Michonne smiles.
"Nothin' goes better with chocolate cake than a nice cold glass of milk. It's—"
She bursts out laughing.
"What?" He lifts his head, looks down at her. "Chocolate cake, milk? Do you hear the double entendre?"
He squints at her.
"Never mind. You're adorable."
She can see he still doesn't get it, but she kisses him and all thoughts of double meanings go out the window. Rick's hand slowly travels her body. Loves on her breasts, smooths the lean muscles of her abdomen, then eases between her legs. His fingers are delicate as they slip between her slick lips, circle her sensitive bud, glides inside of her. He mutters cake as he takes one of her breasts into his mouth, sucks it.
"Can I call you cake?" he mumbles around a mouthful of her breast.
Michonne moans. "Not if you want me to answer you." She feels him laugh more than hear him.
Two of his fingers glide deeper inside her. His thumb teases her clit. He works his way to her other breasts, licks, sucks, nips that one. His fingers never stops between her legs. Her breathing increases. Abdominal muscles constrict with each gasping exhale.
"Rick," she moans. She is about to come with only the work of his fingers and his mouth on her breasts. She arches. Her back comes up off the bed as her orgasm rips through her body, clenching her inner muscles and every other muscle in her body as well.
Before her body can come down from the crashing waves of her rippling climax, Rick rolls between her legs. He comes up on his knees, lifts her hips and enters her. With a grip on her hips, he sits back on his haunches. Michonne's bottom rests on Rick's thighs. He begins to fuck her. There is no other word she can use to describe it. His pelvis slams against hers, sending shockwaves through her core. His face is feral, mouth slightly open, almost in a snarl, eyes narrowed, locked on hers, head cocked to the side. She has seen this Rick before and only now understands that she finds him extremely sexy. Usually, he is about to kill someone when he looks like this.
The realization makes her wild. She throws one leg on his shoulder. Ricks eyes flash in surprise. He takes her other leg drops it on his shoulder and thrusts harder. Then he leans forward, coming down on top of her. Legs still on his shoulders. He pounds into her. She feels her second orgasm building. Their eyes are still locked on one another. She can read his expression. It has to be the same of hers. Really? It's like this? This good and we've only done it twice? Yeah, she knows exactly what he's thinking. His pumping increases. The slapping sounds of their bodies meeting fills the room. Rick's breathing stills and it's the only indication Michonne has that he is about to come. She wants to watch this and nearly misses it as her body convulses with her second orgasm within minutes of each other.
Rick makes a noise deep in his throat she has never heard before but hopes to God she hears again, and again. He trusts one last time and she feels his warmth fill her. They pause like that for a long moment. Her legs on his shoulders, damn near back by her ears and his forehead against hers. Slowly, she slips her legs off his shoulders. I'm going to feel that in the morning, she thinks. But she is willing and able to do it again. Whenever, wherever. Boneless, Rick slides off her, rolls onto his back. They lay side by side, sweating, panting, smiling.
Rick reaches over, takes her hand, laces their fingers together. "That almost killed me. I'm an old man, remember."
"Hmph. That's not how an old man has sex."
"What can I say, you inspire me." He turns his head, look at her. She does the same. "You said we have all night, right?"
She smiles. "That's what I said."
A/N: Hi all, hope you enjoyed this next part of their first night together. I feel like on the show, maybe they didn't talk much about some things. Mainly because I'd like to see these talks play out on the show so I'm hoping it won't forever stay in our minds only.
So I tried to figure out if that bathroom we saw Rick shower in was an en suite or if it was like down the hall. I couldn't tell from the scenes in his bedroom. The one door looks like a closet. I couldn't tell if there was another door on the other side of the dresser. So for the sake of the story, I made the bathroom down the hall.
As for the part where Michonne cries in the bathroom. That was really difficult for me to write. It's something I took from my own personal life. There was a point in time where I would go weeks without another person touching me. I'm single. My parents and my sister lived in a different state. It is very isolating and if you are unaware of it, it can take a serious toll on your well-being. I can only imagine how it would be in a world like TWD when most of the physical interactions are violent. Now, Michonne has someone to touch her in the right way, the best way, with love. I don't have a Rick in my life yet, but people touch me more now…that sounds weird-lol. I mean, I get hugged all the freakin' time now. Not sure why, but I'm okay with it because it's with love.
Take care! May you all have someone in your life to touch you often with love. Next up, more from that night…Andre!
