Training Day Part 2
A/N: Rick and Michonne can't help but think about touching one another again. Time to get the children out the room right now! Ha! Lemony goodness to come…
The pat down demonstrations were not the only time that day that Rick and Michonne had the chance to be physical with one another. He did show her how to do a choke hold and she did promise not to use it unless absolutely necessary. Overall, their first day on the job proved uneventful in the way of people breaking the rules.
Rick stayed behind after they had finished their shift for the day to check in with Deanna; Michonne made her way home to start dinner for their brood. It had been a good first day, she thought to herself as she stirred the pot of stew that bubbled away atop the gas stove. While it felt very strange to be given this type of duty, she admitted that spending time with Rick where one was not constantly faced with imminent danger was refreshing.
She thoroughly enjoyed listening to his stories from his youth and realized that with Rick it was very much what you get is what you see; then and now. Michonne smiled as she thought of him; she was doing that a lot lately, thinking of Rick Grimes. She felt a slight fluttering in her stomach when he came through their front door. She turned and smiled at him and Rick responded in kind. It all felt so natural and homey that Rick almost felt like pressing a kiss to Michonne's cheek and telling her that her cooking smelled good.
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Rick left the bathroom door open as he got ready to brush his teeth that evening. He glanced to the side but did not turn his head as Michonne stood at the door.
"Oh, I'll wait." She offered, taking note that he had yet to begin the boring ritual of cleaning one's teeth.
Now Rick turned. He tried hard to keep his eyes trained on Michonne's face while she stood before him wearing a light pink, tight tank top, matching shorts and no shoes.
"No, it's fine. Come on in."
Michonne tried to keep her eyes from roaming over Rick's shirtless body.
"Okay."
They both stood saying nothing and looking at the other's reflection intermittently in the mirror while taking turns at wetting their toothbrushes. They stood so close that their arms touched lightly a number of times. Rick welcoming the contact as he realized right away after staying behind at work, he missed Michonne's comforting presence; he yearned to touch her once more.
She could feel the heat of his gaze and so averted hers now; instead focussing on the task at hand. Rick watched as she washed her brush under the running water. The thin strap of her top fell from her shoulder and sat idly at the side of her arm. Rick's face grew warm as he found the inadvertent act to be enticing. Her now fully bare shoulder was so close to him as her top sunk down and exposed more of her cleavage; her nipples stood from behind the soft fabric and Rick began to feel excited and aroused upon realizing that the flimsy pink outfit was all that was between him and her delicious form.
Michonne finished brushing, filled a cup with water and rinsed. Rick watched as she used her thumb to wipe the corners of her mouth. The slow movement had caused a quivering in his pajama pants and he was glad when she finally straightened her strap, smiled at him and bid him goodnight.
He watched her walk away and then hurriedly looked for the welcome basket they had received upon arrival; he knew there were some items in there he would be in need of right away.
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Michonne lay flat on her back in her darkened room for less than five minutes before the events of the day replayed in her mind; she did not feel tired anymore. She thought of how it felt when Rick had moved his hands over her body; how close they had been. How sure and firm his touch was and how she thought she wanted more.
She had never seen him without a shirt on before and was impressed by his physique. He was slight, but toned and she remembered how firm he was when she patted him down. Now she knew what was underneath of his shirt, she was certain she wanted more contact from him.
Suddenly, Michonne pressed both her hands to her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. She then used the tips of her fingers to gently rub her nipples through the fabric of her top; they grew hard and she bit her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was Rick who was touching her and making her body respond that way.
Michonne lifted her top so that her naked breasts were exposed to the cool night air. She then licked the tips of her fingers on both hands making them wet before proceeding to rub her nipples once more. The friction and her saliva caused the small brown buds to stiffen further as she imagined Rick lapping his tongue over them. She pictured him taking them into his mouth and sucking; visions of Rick coupled with her own hands caused her heated centre to throb slightly.
She continued to massage her breast with her left hand while letting her right hand move slowly down her body. She imagined that it was Rick's fingers that crept into her shorts as she opened her legs slightly.
Spread your legs…
She remembered how his slow drawl sounded when he said it to her earlier. She visualized Rick running his sure hand over her moistened curls before parting her lips and slipping a finger between her folds.
Michonne was already aroused from thoughts of Rick as she slipped another finger inside of her hot opening; she trailed her juices up to her clitoris before sliding her fingers back inside herself and strumming the now moistened sensitive nub with her thumb. She imagined that her fingers were Rick's cock entering her over and over again. She closed her eyes tighter as her breathing hastened. She pictured Rick's face and quietly breathed his name as she continued to pleasure herself. She repeated his name as she moaned and found her release; her walls contracting around her fingers as she tried to catch her breath.
After a moment, Michonne withdrew her wet fingers sat up in her bed and swung her feet to the floor. While her hand had sufficed in helping her reach her climax, she wanted Rick.
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Rick set down the basket in his bedroom and sat down on the bed feeling somewhat annoyed. He had not found all of the items he was looking for. He was planning on relieving himself of the aching erection that Michonne had caused him. While he had found a box of tissues to clean himself up later, he did not find any lotion. He reasoned he could work himself up without it, but it had been a long while since he had masturbated and he wanted to imagine Michonne while he did it. He wanted to pretend his slick hand was her moist, tight centre wrapped around his cock.
He thought to go and ask if she had some lotion he might borrow, but thought better of it; knowing he had no other way to explain why he needed it. Another thought crossed his mind then; perhaps he could walk across the hallway to her bedroom and let her see his arousal. Let her know that this is what she did to him. He knew he would never do that out of respect for Michonne and fear of being too brazen, thus causing her to shy away from him. There was, however, no reason that he could not fantasize about it.
Rick extinguished his light and lay bare-chested in his bed with his hand around the base of his hardness. He imagined walking into Michonne's room to find her sprawled out on her bed wearing her teasing sleepwear. Rick began to stroke his length slowly as he pictured Michonne allowing him to climb on the bed next to her. He imagined her slipping her hand in to his pajama pants and freeing his hardness. He closed his eyes and rubbed himself harder as his breathing quickened. He pictured Michonne removing his pants completely before pulling her top over her head and exposing her beautiful breasts to him. She would then bend down and wrap her perfectly plump lips over the tip of his cock and suck gently; using her tongue to lick up his shaft.
Rick's grip tightened on his erection as he imagined Michonne's skilful mouth; in his mind's eye, he could not see her perfect body so he pictured her bringing her mouth to his in a ravenous kiss as she straddled his lap. His cock began to drip as he fantasized about rolling Michonne onto her back and swiftly tearing off her shorts. He imagined her sweet wet opening, glistening between her engorged lips. He pictured himself rubbing his dripping tip over her hot pussy before entering her.
Rick spat on his hand and then lubricated his shaft by rubbing up and down while picturing himself fucking Michonne hard and fast as she whimpered beneath him. He imagined watching his length disappear inside of her as they fucked. He pictured a sheen of moisture glistening on his veiny thickness as he drove into her tight wetness again and again. Ah, fuck Michonne. Michonne. He moaned as he imagined the hot, white stickiness that squirted from the head of his manhood and dripped onto his hand was inside of her.
He caught his breath and smiled as he pictured her beautiful face. Not long after, feeling satiated, he drifted off into a light sleep and began to dream of her.
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By the time Michonne had built up the courage to walk out of her bedroom and approach Rick's room, she could hear his soft snoring from the other side of the door. She sighed before turning around and making her way back to her room. She would not wake him from his slumber to try and seduce him; no, not at this time. She did not even know for sure he would want to be intimate with her. Michonne got back into her bed and tried to sleep as pictures of Rick flooded her mind.