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CHAPTER 5: TELLING THIS WITH A SIGH
SAME HOT AUGUST NIGHT
"Erm… so call me later ok Mich," Sasha said not expecting a response from Michonne who had not spoken a word for the last two hours of their shift. They had packed up their stuff, showered and changed in silence in the locker rooms reserved for the staff in eerie silence. Sasha knew with every hesitant step toward the back entrance to the parking lot Michonne was hoping that Rick was going to be out there in his usual spot. Sasha helped her friend again as she paused at the double metal doors and made a silent wish when she pushed the lever to get the doors open.
The audible breath of relief issued from both young women when there he stood, leaning on the side of his truck, one foot on the side panel of the driver's side with his head down still in the white t-shirt and grease smeared jeans from earlier in the day. He didn't look up from his stance but a slight stiffening in his posture alerted Michonne that he knew she was headed toward him. She turned and gave a small wave to Sasha who mouthed a silent "Good Luck" before walking to her own car.
Michonne steeled herself for the inevitable confrontation and had everything she wanted to say memorized in her head as she walked up to Rick's slouching form. Before she could utter a word however, he looked up the moment she was within a foot of him and everything she wanted to say flew right out of her mind. The laser focus of his cerulean stare didn't hold the anger she had armored herself for. Instead she was caught off balanced with his red rimmed eyes and tears that had been shed and were filling up again even as she stood there.
"Oh baby," she ran the short way into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down to her shoulder. Rick shuddered as he returned her embrace letting the tears flow from him. Tears of shame at Michonne having finally met the woman who had brought him into this world. Tears of anger that he couldn't have prevented the clash of his two worlds. Tears of fear that everything good in him was in his arms and all that good he felt he didn't rightly deserve.
Michonne, that overwhelmingly good thing in his life, simply cooed him to calmness.
"Shhhh, baby," she said softly while she caressed the back of his head full of the curls she loved to run her fingers through, "Just let it out. Let it all out." Michonne knew better than to tell him everything would be ok. She had always hated when people said that knowing damn well they couldn't tell the future. Who knew if it would be ok? Who knew if his mother would be anything remotely close to ok? Michonne was nothing if not pragmatic and she also knew telling him something as trite and meaningless as that would result in nothing but disbelief.
After Rick had poured his soul out through his tears onto Michonne's damp shoulder, he took stock of himself and stood up straight. He took her firmly by the hips and moved her back from him, placing his forehead onto hers. They stood silently with their eyes closed; breathing each other's air for a few minutes.
"Will you… Do you want take a ride with me," Rick's voice betrayed some of the trepidation he had tried not to let show if she responded negatively. He wouldn't blame her in the least if she had made a bee line for her own car and fully avoided him when she first came out. His hopes flew up into his heart from his stomach where they had lay in wait to be dashed before she came up to him and put her slender arms around him. He just knew that after seeing his true background, what made him who he was, she would go running from him with a grateful nod to the fates that she could finally be rid of the white trash she had let into her life. But no, not his girl. She met him head on and held him and stood there and asked for his pain. Asked him to let go of it all while she stood fast to receive it. He would never forget that moment of release she gifted to him. No matter what the future held.
"Yes, of course," Michonne didn't hesitate giving him one last squeeze around his neck before she made her way around the truck to the passenger side. She noted the back of his truck bed had it's cover on but figured he probably had car parts from his job that he didn't want exposed to the hot August sun. Rick had gotten in by the time she got over to the door and leaned over to open it for her from the inside. She stood on the foot baseboard to hop in only to falter slightly when she saw the large envelope with a university logo embossed on the label. Rick noted her hesitation and took the envelope from the seat, putting it onto the dashboard and waited for her to situate herself comfortably.
He started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot while she stared straight ahead and mentally prepared herself to begin her speech.
Again he headed her off at the pass, "I know why you did it Michonne. I'm … I'm not mad at you but I just want to know," he started, "How'd you think this was gonna play out? I'm askin' because I really want to know."
"I really don't know how I thought it was going to play out," she answered honestly, "I just knew it was the right thing to do and you weren't going to do it."
He looked over at her quickly before setting his eyes back on the road, "I'm assuming you had help and I know it was probably Miss Peletier but I'm just … I just don't understand how I didn't know. We've spent everyday together. When did you find the time?"
She shook her head at the innocence of his questioning. He seemed more in awe than angry so she took a chance and spilled every bit of her plan to him on the ride. He listened attentively not giving any sort of response in the positive or the negative. He just continued to watch the road as she detailed the course of events that led to him getting an early acceptance letter. He never would have imagined a university that prestigious letting the likes of him mop the floors much less attend as a student. The university that he knew was Michonne's first choice from the many conversations they had about her future plans. The only time he responded with any modicum of emotion was when she got to the part of her applying to multiple prestigious institutions on his behalf. His eyes widened and he turned to her in surprise, "How many Michonne?"
"Well only the same five I applied to," she finished, "Every application I did I had two of them. On the nights you saw me filling a couple out I was actually doing yours. I had already finished mine weeks before."
By this time Rick had turned off onto a dirt side road but Michonne had been so into telling her side of the story, trying to glimpse any sign of retribution from her boyfriend that she didn't notice they were in unfamiliar territory. It was only when he put the truck in park that she became aware of her surroundings. They were parked at a wooden gate, that opened onto another road that split through a lush green field spotted everywhere with all manner of colorful wildflowers. In the distance she could see a sliver of sparkling water that had begun to take up the various colors of the approaching sunset. Rick got out of the vehicle to unlock the gate and got back in to drive through. Michonne remained enthralled by the simple beauty of nature surrounding them as he drove the short distance from the gate to the edge of what she could see was a small lake.
Rick remained silent as he turned off the ignition and pulled the key out of the truck. They sat in the quiet of the truck's cab and although Michonne wanted to ask where they were exactly she still had one more thing to say.
"Look, I know there's no excuse for what I did. Even now I'm looking back and seeing all the times I could have told you or just asked you if this was something that you even wanted," she started, her voice filled with emotion, "I never wanted to hide anything from you but I wanted to show you that you are so much more than you think of yourself. You act as if life has given you no choices. Like you're not good enough to have choices… to have me in your life. I just wanted to show you just a little bit of what I see in you that I wish you saw in yourself."
Her throat started to clench with the raw power of what she felt for the young man sitting beside her. Rick was still staring ahead at the rippling waters of the lake.
"I know you think I'm going to go on and leave you here, and… maybe… we do have to separate and go on without each other," she watched as Rick clenched the steering wheel at her last few words, "But I just wanted you to see that we didn't have to. Not if… not if you had the choice. You don't have to stay here. Isn't going out and trying to make a better life for yourself a better choice and in the long run? One that could even benefit your… your mother. You don't have to be here just to be there for her."
Rick let out a long breath before he turned to her with new tears welling up in his azure eyes. He was determined not to become a blubbering fool until he finally got out what he wanted to say.
Michonne held her own breath while she watched him gather his thoughts.
"I… I know. I know you're right. I know that now," he started when one tear escaped to run down his cheek, "If it's a choice of staying here and going through the same bullshit like what you saw today and going out in the world and tryin' to reorder it to make it work for me… for the two of us. Well… that's a choice I'd like to have. If that's something you wanted."
"Yes, Rick," she looked up shyly at him and took his hand into her small one and brought it up to her lips for a small kiss, "That's something that I want."
Rick leaned in and moved slowly towards her, only his eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness showing the extreme joy that nearly burst his heart wide open at her soft acquiescence. He didn't close them, he wanted her to see everything he couldn't say in his overcome state as he leaned in to place the sweetest kiss he'd ever given in his life on her beautiful lips.
Sweet soft pecks to her mouth turned into feathery kisses on her cheeks as he tasted the salt of the tears that ran down her face. His hand moved from her grasp and found its way to the curve of her neck to bring her even closer. His thumb circled her rapidly beating pulse point and her plush lips parted for his tongue to dip in to meet hers. It was a slow languid kiss that felt like the first time their tongues ever met. Michonne's hands drifted to the back of his neck to nestle in the soft curls she adored as the kiss went on for what felt like time immemorial. They finally broke apart, both sniffling to catch their breath and leaned their foreheads together.
"Well look at us," he murmured eyes finally closed as he breathed in their shared oxygen, "A couple of crybabies. What would Sasha think if she could see us now?"
A small giggle erupted from Michonne, "Well she'd probably tell us to man up," she chuckled, "And then she'd probably punch one or both of us."
"Yeah, you're right about that," he sighed and released his grip on her to sit back in his seat,"You usually are about most things."
She shook her head and looked around, "So, are you going to tell me where we are?"
The impish grin she loved appeared on his face when he answered with his hand on the door handle, "Well hop out and I'll show you."
He jumped out hurriedly and she followed suit going towards the back of the truck to find him pulling the black tarp cover off revealing the truck bed. Michonne gasped at the transformation of the usually filthy truck bed. In place of the random car parts, dead leaves and the detritus that was normally housed there was a full mattress complete with a colorful downy looking duvet, several throw pillows and a picnic basket sitting in the middle.
"Wha… how," Michonne couldn't form words at the sight.
"Well, originally, this was supposed to be a surprise for you, ya know since we didn't get to do a big 18th birthday thing earlier together this summer," he explained, his hand going back to his head and rubbing it nervously, "Since you had to spend it with your dad and all, I was gonna save it for an end of the summer/labor day/back to school thing for us." He knew he was rambling but the stunned look on her beautiful face had him second guessing his plan.
"But now I figured," he started in again, "we have something to properly celebrate that I never thought would be possible." He stepped over to her and pulled her towards him by her hips and said quietly, "We're celebrating me goin' to college."
"Oh Rick," Michonne breathed out and reached up to pull his face down close to hers, kissing him with a hard fervor that blew the sweetness of their earlier kiss from memory. His grip on her hips tightened as he leaned her into the truck's tailgate. She could feel the cool metal of the car through the thin material of the maxi dress she wore in direct conflict to the heat she felt building from her core as Rick pressed her further against it with his entire body leaned into hers. A small moan escaped her when he abandoned her lips to trace his tongue down the side of her neck. He sucked lightly at her pulse point before he made moist circles with his tongue. Her fingers curled into tighter fists at the nape of his neck and tugged at the soft hair that curled there. Rick let out a low growl from deep in his throat and lightly nipped at her bare shoulder.
He was reluctant to stop but he pulled away to take a beat before they got too carried away too soon. Michonne whimpered at the loss of his body heat when he stood back but kept hold of her hip with one hand and disengaged the lock of the tailgate with the other. He stepped backward taking her with him so he could get the tailgate down. In one fell swoop he picked her up and placed her gently on top of the makeshift bed. The firmness of it came as another surprise to Michonne and she looked at him quizzically.
"It's an Aerobed," he answered her unasked question seeing her run her hands over the soft duvet, "Came with an electric pump that is powered through the lighter inside. It's can be used for camping and for the unexpected out of town guests."
Michonne couldn't help but laugh at the veritable commercial he just did for her. His adorable nervousness shined through and it endeared him to her even more.
"Or for making a Hillbillymobile a hotel on wheels," she snickered back effectively lightening the weight of his increasing bashfulness with some levity.
"Yeah, that's what it said on the box," he retorted before he climbed up to join her, "Or for one day."
She grabbed his t-shirt and pulled his body over to cover hers as she leaned back. He hurriedly moved the picnic basket out of the way before her head could collide with it in her haste to get them into prime position.
"Yeah, that one day," she breathed out before bringing his kiss bruised mouth to hers. She sucked his pink bottom lip into her mouth while Rick began to grind into her center with his ever growing hunger to be closer to her. His hands roamed her body fully from her bare shoulders to her slender thighs. He cradled her head in the crook of his elbow, delving deeper into her sweet mouth as his other hand found its way to the hem of her dress. He slowly maneuvered it up until his fingers felt the very edges of her panties. They both stopped kissing to stare into each other's eyes. This was usually the point where Rick's down home manner halted any further action but they both knew that wasn't going to be happening this time around. To further the point, Michonne reached down, took his hand, and moved it inside the front of her moistened underwear.
"Oh my Jesus," Rick groaned out as he began to explore her inner folds and encountered the source of all the moisture. Michonne bit her bottom lip as she felt the heat and the unfamiliar pressure build up from her center. Rick watched her face to make sure if she didn't feel any discomfort. He had done this before for her but he'd never brought her to completion and he needed to give her that bit of heaven before he could even think about the almost painful tightness in his jeans. For everything she was to him and everything they could be he wanted to make sure he gave her as much joy and ecstasy that she gave him from just being with him. He also saw it as a way to prepare her for what was coming. Michonne writhed under his attentions and suddenly went stiff, letting out a moan that was the sexiest thing Rick had ever heard come out of her mouth. She ground herself onto his hands as she rode out the euphoric rollercoaster of her first orgasm.
She opened her eyes to find Rick staring down at her, his eyes the darkest blue she'd ever seen them. She wasted no time and sat up to pull the dress over her head and he near ripped his t-shirt over his. She went for his belt buckle next and had it undone as he knelt before her. Both fully undressed their kisses became sloppy and impassioned. They each tried to get to any patch of skin within their reach. Rick finally grasped Michonne by her throat with gentle firmness that made her moan and lay her back down. He positioned himself between her spread legs and began to rub his manhood against her.
"Baby," he whispered huskily as he softly rubbed his thumb over her sweetheart shaped upper lip, "You ready?"
Michonne answered by pulling his thumb into her mouth and sucked it gently. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his lower half instinctually rubbed against her apex.
He gave another growl as he positioned himself at her opening and slowly began to enter her. Michonne stopped sucking his thumb and held her breath as she was slowly filled with the very essence of him. He went as slow as he possibly could gauging each inch with her reactions. Michonne's mind and senses swirled with everything centered on this moment. The fullness of him caused some pain and she gritted her teeth as he came closer to the barrier that would be broken forever.
"You still with me baby?" Rick's body had begun to shake under the pressure of the restraint he was using to not buck wildly into her.
"I'm with you Rick," she replied, "I'm still with you." She pulled back as he pushed forward and the completed the connection that had so longed for. They each couldn't tell who was shaking more but their bodies took over after the initial shock of being forever tied together in this one moment. Rick rocked within her as she met him thrust for thrust. No longer feeling any pain, with each meeting of their bodies the pleasure began to build in both of them.
"Oh… my.. god Rick," Michonne bellowed out, "I feel so… so" the tears ran down her face as her mind tried find the words to explain what every sensitive nerve ending was telling her.
"I know baby, I feel it too," Rick groaned as he kissed her sloppily, "I feel you…I feel everything…" Both bodies started to move faster, reaching for the explosion they both felt coming from the center of their beings. Nothing mattered except the two of them in that moment as they rocked together in tandem each seeking to get as close as two humans could get to each other. Rick wanted to live in Michonne for the rest of his life and Michonne never wanted to let him go.
"I … my god! Michonne," Rick's last word was her name as he felt her tense around him and he burst within her. The whole world seemed to stand still as they lay entwined together, their hearts beat against each other and they breathed each other's rapid breaths.
The humid air of August surrounded them as they lay still connected while they exchanged soft kisses in the darkening night. The stars began to pop out when they finally separated and got under the duvet. Rick opened the picnic basket and produced two cups and a bottle of ginger ale as he told her a story about how his father had brought him to the secluded lake to fish on one of infrequent good days . He'd always wanted to show it to Michonne but the timing was never right.
"So you see, there's some really beautiful parts on the other side of the tracks if you know where to look for them," he finished.
Michonne snuggled up next to Rick and couldn't have agreed more.
