Alright, I'm finally getting my butt in gear to update more frequently. Thank you for all of the reviews and support! There will be some nice steamy stuff in this chapter, but after this, more drama and angst, so enjoy the good times while you can.
Tears Chapter Six
"Hey, Michonne!" Someone called. Michonne turned to see Barry walking over to her, holding a plate of food.
"I didn't see you at breakfast, thought you might need something to eat," he continued once he caught up to her.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry," she said, turning back to look at the walkers piled up against the fence. She was seated under the paviliion they'd built, just having a rare moment to relax.
"Well, I'm gonna leave it here just in case you change your mind." He set the plate down on the table next to her.
People started coming out of the prison, getting ready to start their jobs for the day. Michonne spotted Rick talking with Herschel while bouncing Judith on his hip.
"He your husband or something?" Barry asked, looking over at Rick.
"What?" Michonne asked, turning to face him.
"I didn't meant to pry or anything, I'm just trying to figure out who's who and how this all works."
"No. He's not my husband."
"But you're together, right?"
Michonne just glared at him for a moment, then looked back at the fences. The walkers seemed to be building up.
"Sorry. Guess I've forgotten what's too personal a question," Barry said with a sigh. "Anyway, I just wanted to ask if there's anything Justin and I can want to start helping out."
"It's been six days," Michonne said. "Are you even rested up from being on the road for so long?"
"Yeah, we are. We just want to help out. We need a job to do."
"It's not up to me. You'll have to talk to the other council members. They'll figure out where you're needed."
"I figured I'd come to you, first. You seem to have a lot of pull in this place so you might be able to help us find something to do so we didn't have to talk to the others."
"That's not how it works." Michonne looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out what it was that he really meant.
"But, I guess the system's in place for a reason. I'll take Justin to talk to the council today."
...
"Those plants are doing really well, Rick," Herschel said. "Pretty soon, we won't be eating canned stuff. We'll have fresh fruits and vegetables. That should bring everybody's spirits up."
"Yeah," Rick said, looking down at his daughter. "It'll be the first fresh food that Judith ever eats. She'll probably hate it."
The two men both laughed. It had been so long since either of them felt safe enough to joke around like this. In the prison, there was an air of light-heartedness. It felt normal.
Beth came out from the door and smiled.
"I'll take her to go get some food," she said.
Rick handed Judith over, but kissed his daughter's forehead before Beth took her inside.
"I'm gonna go put on my new leg," Herschel said."I'll be back out in a little while."
Rick nodded and held the door for him as he used his crutches to make his way back inside. He stepped away from the door and looked around at all the people getting on wih their day, before his eyes stopped on Michonne. He immediately noticed that Barry was talking to her and his happy mood was ruined.
He shouldn't feel so jealous. They still hadn't made their relationship public yet. Even then, he didn't know if they were even flirting. They could be talking about walkers or supplies. But he couldn't stop the anger, especially when he saw the man's eyes drop down to her chest when she looked away.
...
"So what exactly do you do around here?" Barry asked.
Michonne thought for a moment. She didn't really have one job. She would go out often and look for any signs of the Governor, and when she was here, she would help out where she was needed, but she wasn't assigned to any one area.
"A little bit of everything," she answered. "I'm not here enough to have one job."
"Oh," he said. "Do other people leave with you?"
"No. Just me."
They sat in silence for a few moments, watching as the fence crew started picking off walkers from the most populated groups. Why didn't they spread out anymore?
"Well, I'm gonna go find Justin," Barry said. "You really should eat something."
"Maybe in a bit. I don't really feel like it right now. Thank you, though."
"Okay, I just-"
"'Chonne," Rick called, walking up to her. "I need your help."
She immediately stood up and went over to him.
"Everything alright?" Barry asked, following her.
"Yeah," Rick answered. "Nothing to be concerned about." He turned and walked off towards the prison, Michonne following him.
The two walked inside, then Rick led her down one of the hallways.
"Rick, what's going on?" Michonne asked. He turned to her.
"Nothing," he admitted. "I just wanted to see you right now." He took her hand and led her into one of the offices, closing the door behind them.
She chuckled and shook her head.
"You're ridiculous," she said. "You were jealous."
"How could I not be? The thought of anyone else trying anything-"
"He wasn't," she interrupted. "Besides, if he did try something, I'd be the first to kick his ass. I'm yours."
He looked at her, his stare so intense it unnerved her.
"What is it?" She asked.
He walked over to her and wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her body against his.
"I really like the sound of that," he said, before leaning in and kissing her roughly.
Immediately, his hand started rubbing between her thighs, and she knew why he'd led her so far away from the others. Her breath caught and she nearly melted in his arms.
Before she fully knew what was happening, he pulled down her pants and gently pushed her back against a desk, making her step out of the fabric. She moved to kiss him, but was stopped when he turned her around.
His hands ran over her abdomen for a moment before one moved up to massage her breast and the other moved down between her legs. He pushed two fingers into her without warning, causing her to gasp. He wasn't going to be gentle this time.
As she felt his fingers pump in and out of her, Michonne moved her hips, rubbing her clit against his hand. This only lasted for a few seconds. He removed his hands, then pushed against her back, making her bend over the desk. His hand never stopped holding her torso against the surface as he undid his jeans.
He pushed into her roughly and started moving immediately, causing her to cry out softly. It didn't really hurt, it just caught her off guard. He'd always been so gentle before, stopping to see if she was alright, but not this time.
His hips slammed into hers at a fast pace, never slowing down. Eventually, the slight discomfort she'd felt turned into pleasure and she let out a moan, letting him know she enjoyed it now.
"You're mine," he said in response, grabbing her thigh and starting to thrust faster. "Say it."
Out of fear that his thrusts would cause her to bite her tongue off and the distraction of the building tension, she didn't say anything.
"Say it," He said, his thrusts growing harder, making her cry out as he filled her.
She still couldn't say anything. Her breaths grew erratic and she held onto the desk for support.
His hands moved up to her shoulders and he held her in place as he had her.
"Say it."
"I'm yours!" She cried out, feeling herself reach her climax, all the tension leaving her.
Rick felt her walls clench around him and he slowed down, letting her ride it out. After a few moments, he pulled out and pulled her up, turning her to face him as he set her on the desk.
"I love you," he said, parting her thighs and pushing back into her. He kissed at her shoulder as he moved, slowly this time.
Michonne felt as if her bones were made of rubber. She could barely hold onto him as he thrust into her.
"I love you, too," she finally said. She felt him pause for a moment, before he held her hips and thrust into her a few more times. His body tensed, and he spilled himself into her.
He held her there as he filled her, claiming her as his. The only thing in his mind was the way their bodies felt together. He loved her, and this time, he wouldn't fail her.
...
Michonne laid on the bed in her cell, staring at the top bunk. She was afraid. Rick's behavior had been startling, but that wasn't what bothered her. What had kept her up all night was what she'd admitted.
She'd said that she'd loved him, and she'd meant it, but she was afraid. Admitting her feelings was always difficult to her, and she'd let her guard down in that room, letting the words slip from her mouth. She was afraid that she was getting weak.
A sliver of light from outside her door let her know it was morning. She needed to leave. She would not feel safe enough until the Governor was dead. Having that threat hanging over them was what made her hesitant to let anyone in. They could be taken away at any moment, just like Andrea.
She got out of bed and grabbed her bag and katana, then went out of the room. She'd find the Governor this time. Besides, there were other things she needed to work out, and she needed to be alone.
