Rick stares at Michonne in disbelief that she's been safe with Daryl for the past 24 hrs. He closes then pinches the corner of his eyes and shakes his head, "How did you find her," he gritted.
"She fell down in the woods while trying to get away from a few walkers," Daryl said in a low voice as Michonne begins to walk toward them.
With apparent doubt in his voice Rick says, "Get away from…"
Daryl interrupts him as she gets closer, "Yea, I'll tell you about it later."
Rick gives Michonne a stern gaze then walks over to meet her.
Daryl could tell by the touchiness in Rick's voice that he's pretty pissed off so he continues around the corner. While reloading his crossbow he looks up and sees somebody walking toward him so he readies his weapon and looks through the scope.
He suddenly lowers the bow a little, "Tero, what the hell are they doing let you out of the retirement home", he jokes.
"Babysitting you minors," Tero mocks back.
The two embrace like old war vets. Daryl had spent time with Tero on night patrols of the cul de sac from time to time smoking weed and swaping war stories, Tero's Vietnam stories and Daryl's stories about the outbreak.
Tero looks around the corner and sees Rick and Michonne having what looks like a heated discussion. He turns to Daryl, "Why do you kids make simple shit so complicated", he says while strolling back over to the parking lot, "Ya'll aint got time for that shit no more."
Daryl laughs, "I know that's fo' sho!"
Come on young-blood let me find you a drink at that fucked up nudie bar across the street." Tero laughs.
Michonne walks closer to Rick, judging by the look on his face she sees he's pretty upset with her. She loses her grin and stops short of meeting him and rolls her eyes as he gets closer.
Rick approaches and circles her looking as though he's really angry with her but he's looking to see if she has any cuts or bruises on her body, specifically her neck. The last time he saw her up close was the day after the surgery Bob and Sasha did on her thigh. After that day she refused to see him.
She looks at him confused, "What are you doing Grimes?" she asks now irritated that he hasn't spoken yet.
"What am I doing?" he asks, "What the hell was that? Running off with no word to anybody that's just...unacceptable."
"Unacceptable…" she says indignantly then, she stops and calmly says cynically, "Well, as pleased as I am to see you I never liked being reprimanded in public, so perhaps we could do this later." And she walks over to where Tero and Daryl were.
He watches as Michonne walks away. He didn't mean to be so angry with her but she didn't seem to understand how concerned he really was over her missing from the cul de sac. He was pacing in the rain over her, wondering where she was and if she was alright.
He takes a couple of seconds to regroup and walks over toward everyone else.
"Hey, where are the two of you going off to?" Michonne yells.
Tero and Daryl turn around, "We're on our way to the nudie bar to find some drinks, your welcome to come but I doubt you'd be comfortable there." Tero tells her as she walks closer.
"As long as I don't have to do a pole dance for a drink I'm good." She teases.
"Ah…hold up," Rick catches up to the three, "Before everybody goes to happy hour, maybe we should do some work and clear a few of these rooms to sleep in for the night. There's a lot of ground to cover in order to look for supplies so we'll need to hold up here for at least one night." He explains.
Daryl pokes his lips out a little and looks at Tero, "Rick, always the constant voice of reason. Yea, let's get this work out the way first."
Tero shrugs his shoulders, "Alright."
Michonne turns away in silence and begins to walk toward the outside stairs that lead to the second floor.
Daryl bangs on the door of one the rooms and hears that sound that all four of them dread the most. "Aight, when I kick it in it'll stir up everything on this floor and below," He whispers as a warning for the group to be prepared for anything. He kicks the door in and instantly two walkers start coming straight for him. He loses his balance and lands on the bed.
Rick quickly bashes one walker with the bat Tero gave him earlier and Michonne decapitates the other one then stabs it in the head.
Daryl gets up from the bed, "Damn, I'll need a couple of shots to shake that shit off."
The room feels stuffy and stench of rotting walker flesh is strong. Rick walks over to the bathroom to check for lingering walkers and to tries the light switch with no luck. He reaches for the room door that leads to the inside corridor.
He cues them to stay quiet while he knocks on the door for roaming walkers in the corridor. When he knocks on the door he doesn't hear any activity, in fact he doesn't hear anything, so he begins to open the door slowly and ventures in to the corridor.
Rick looks down both sides seeing that they're in exactly in the middle. Daryl softly walks up close behind him.
Rick turns around and does a quick glance at Michonne still in the room with Tero, "Look, me and Chonne' will check the rooms down the right side you and Tero can check out the left. Daryl quickly got a sense that Rick wanted to be alone with Michonne so he shakes his head in agreement then motions Tero to follow him.
Michonne starts walking down the corridor; Rick walking a few steps behind her; from a distance using the light from window at the end of the hall to outline her shadow. As stares at her, he now realizes he can see the nape of her neck and how perfectly shaped her neck is. Even with the sword on her back he felt she could've been the symbol of any warrior goddess.
He continues watching her perfectly formed silhouette as she walks the corridor gracefully lending her ear to each door to see if she hears walkers. Finally, she stops at a door that didn't have any noise; she looks over at Rick then points to the door.
As Rick approaches Michonne's door pick, she folds her arms across her chest and leans her shoulder against the wall waiting for him to kick the door in.
He stares at her for second then hands her his bat; grabs both sides of the door jambs. Before he kicks the door in he looks over at Michonne and says, "Listen, I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier."
Once he kicks the door open you could hear the walkers stirring the other rooms.
He walks in and does a quick survey, Michonne walks in behind him and sees some luggage in the corner of the room. As soon as she walks further in the room ; she sees a child's pinwheel next to the luggage, blood has been splattered against the window and walls.
A flood of memories rush back about what happened to Andre' and her emotions briefly take hold; she walks out of the room in hurry in order to maintain her composure.
When Michonne walks back out she leans against the wall looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to collect herself.
Rick follows her out, "You alright?"
She kneels against the wall a little shaken and says, "Yea, I'm alright. Just make sure you grab the luggage out of there."
Rick stands over her and extends his hand to help her up. He knew that she carried a weight on her shoulders similar to the one he had carried for Judith before he found her alive.
Michonne grabs his hand and pulls herself up, "Let's take care of the other rooms." Rick says hoping to sustain her for the duration of the clearing.
Once she is on her feet she snatches her hand away and starts walking toward some of the other rooms. He looks at her vexed as to why she's still upset after he apologized.
Daryl looks down the corridor and sees Rick offering his hand to help Michonne up, but after she makes her way up she snatches her hand back. He always felt there was something going on between Rick and Michonne but; he has no idea exactly how intense that something is.
Tero casually walks over to Daryl, "What's up?"
Daryl shakes his head, "Nothing. Let's take care of the rest of these rooms", and he starts to walk to another room door.
A little while later,
Daryl and Tero finish with the left side and start walking to the middle of the hallway. Rick and Michonne still have a few more to check out so Rick tells her he'll be right back and walks over to Daryl and Tero.
"What's up?" Rick asks. "Well we're finished with our side we saw some things we could use, some rooms to hold us over for the night. Tero said that there's a gas station that's good so we're gonna try and find some supplies and food in the diner and those bars." Daryl tells him.
"Alright we will be finished in little bit, Tero you your packing right?" Rick asks.
"Hell yea", Tero shows him his Mossberg.
Rick says, "Good if you get in any trouble we should be able to hear it from it being that its so quiet around here.
Daryl looks over Ricks shoulder a bit then nods his head a little looking at Michonne down the hallway then looks back at Rick, "Everything alright?"
"Everything is fine; I just want to talk to her for a minute to find out why she left is all." He tells Daryl reassuringly.
Daryl shakes his head and they give each a roman handshake and Daryl and Tero leave.
Once Rick and Michonne finish clearing the empty rooms they could find, she starts walking toward the lobby steps. But before she reaches the steps, Rick quickly grabs her hand and pulls her in to one of the empty rooms.
When they get inside he pushes her against the door and kisses her eagerly.
Unable to resist his passionate kiss, she quickly wraps her arms around his neck and begins running her fingers through his hair, adding an intense energy to the stale undisturbed motel room.
After a few seconds he abruptly pulls himself out the kiss; throws his bat to the floor and walks over to the window and open the curtains on the window to let some light in, then sits down on the bed.
"Why...why would you just leave like that Chonne? Back at the prison I had to accept your reasons for leaving out days on end. But that's not the case now; you said you were done taking breaks, right?" Rick asks.
Michonne lets out a weighted sigh and walks over to the motel dresser and mirror;removes her sword and places it a top the dresser and drops her bag on the floor, "At first I thought I was alright in that room at Bob and Sasha's place, I was healing from the surgery…" she pauses, "…but after a while it became my jail. I started working out like crazy; I didn't want to see anyone. I was punishing myself because of the attack."
She places both of her hands on the dresser as if the dresser was helping her to maintain her balance, "Every day I stayed in that room I grew weaker and more afraid of what was out there. You of all people know if you plan on staying alive you can't be weak."
Michonne pauses to look at Rick's reflection in the mirror, "So I left…I had find to my nerve, I had to find that 'thing', that has been keeping me alive all this time."
Rick rubs his forehead for a minute in order to calm down then looks over at Michonne's back then at her reflection in the mirror.
The complete silence in the room and his stares becomes unnerving for her; so she begins to untie her ponytail.
"No…wait." Ricks blurts out.
"Leave it," he pauses then says, "It makes you look…regal."
He could always see her beauty but, now there wasn't anything to distract him away for her sparkling amber eyes and her ambrosial lips.
Michonne slowly drops her hands down by her side while staring at Rick in the mirror; she unexpectedly feels the butterflies in her stomach. She hasn't heard a compliment like that since years before the pestilence began.
Feeling a super charge of energy invading the room; the two quickly look away from one another's reflection in the mirror.
In an effort to diffuse the pressure in the room she grabs her bag off the floor and pretends to looking for something inside.
With an awkward subject change she decides to inquire, "Rick, I meant to ask; why you are so soak and…" unable to rephrase her question, she continues to look inside her bag at the same time guardedly finishing her question, "…wet."
He darts his piercing blue eyes back at her reflection then at her statuesque neck. Rick stands up and slowly walks up closely behind her; he removes her hand from inside of her knapsack, "I was standing out in the storm pacing the parking lot over you."
The minute Rick touches her hand, she's vehemently aroused; every sense in her body is heightened tenfold and the room becomes overrun with increasing warmth.
She looks at their reflection in the mirror and sees that Rick is actually taller than her making that much easier for him to dominate her.
He removes his hand from hers then earnestly wraps it around her stomach to pull her in close making her increasingly vulnerable to his advances.
She closes her eyes and bits the corner of her bottom lip hoping her aroused state will somehow dissipate her thirst for him.
Rick observes Michonne's weakening state in the mirror; as he oogles at closed eyes and partially bitten lip, he brushes his lips against her ear and whispers, "So did you find what you were looking for out there?" He begins placing gently yet loaded kisses on the nape of her neck.
Now dizzy from the lustful kisses he's placing on her neck; she warily answers, "No, I-I never lost it."
She looks in the mirror at her dominator and reaches her arm back to rub his hair while he continues to kiss her neck and shoulder, "I-I just forgot..," she releases a subtle moan from her lips when Rick moves his hand underneath her shirt and then her bra, "…where it was. It was just dormant."
Michonne stops speaking only to turn her head to the side for a long over due lip lock with Rick then; she pulls away from his lips every so slightly and looks in his icy sea blue eyes and says, "It was deep inside of me."
The two go back to kissing each other with the same fire as they did when they first came in to the room. He tweaks her brown mountain peaks almost loosening her to the point of a ragdoll. He uses his other hand to reaches down to massage her crotch through her pants causing her to moan a little louder.
"Promise you won't leave again Chonne, promise you won't leave without telling me," he whispers.
With every pass of his hand over her covered labia she gyrates against his thickness; "Promise?" he whispers again.
With the heat that's coming off of Rick and Michonne and the stale static air of the two of them feel the full blown erotic atmosphere of the trucker motel room. As their kiss gets heavier so does Rick's foreplay; he moves his hand from her crotch to the inside of her panties to examine her moistness and the intensity of her pulsating love nub.
She's unable to explain how much she enjoys Rick teasing her and his unspoken rule for her to quietly submit to him.
Rick looks at their reflection; as he watches every movement of his hand on her warmth he knows that she's completely willing to do whatever he commands.
She barely manages to speak in between her heavy breathing, "I-I promise". Without hesitation she starts to remove her shirt and her bra so that she can feel both of his rough callus hands on her breasts with her icy hard nipples.
Suddenly in a fevered rush; Rick quickly unsnaps her pants and pushes her pants and panties down to her knees; he unbuckles his gun belt letting it fall to the floor around his feet. Then he unzips his pants releasing the member he knew she had to have.
Rick pushes the knapsack and sword off the dresser and on to the floor; bends Michonne of the dresser and slides his rock solid organ in to her causing them both sound off with a quiet pleasured relief. He gently works her her chocolate tips, as he slowly and playfully creates a tight fitted path deep inside his warrior goddess.
Michonne clutches the back of the dresser in an attempt to control her excessive groans. He lifts her up from the dresser and grabs one of her shoulders pulling her in to his powerful thrusts to establish who's the subordinate and who's in charge then; he gradually pulls her back up towards his chest by her regal neck , arching her back against him while he licks and sucks earlobe.
He only slows down his charge to make sure she's compliant with his rules which only ignites the blaze in her more for what he has to give to her.
The only thing Rick can control about Michonne is the climax that he can give her; so he worked it to his advantage whenever he could.
As he reached for her moist slit again he sped up his thrusts only removed himself just to torture her a little more then slowly sliding himself back in.
She frantically begins to inhale gulps of air and shakes her head no because she's wants more time before she peaks, "Please… Rick please, I'm not ready", she whimpers desperately.
Rick teasingly smirks as he watches her in the mirror trying to helplessly to prevent the explosion her, "Yees…yees…come on Chonne', you know you can't hold out any longer," he whispers in ear while driving deeper inside of her ear.
He feels her hollow closing tighter and tighter around his standard when suddenly her flood gates rush open widening for everything his has to give to her.
Once he feels the river of her essences and the quivering of her body embracing all of him, it signals Rick to thrust in to her even harder before releasing his nectar.
The two falls limp like a couple of dominoes on the dresser from the excruciating pleasure. Something neither one ever thought would again.
Witnessing how Michonne is spent, Rick lifts up and plants soft kisses her the nape of her neck again then the small of her back, while the walkers in the a motel rooms clamber at the fading noises coming from their room.
As their energetic romp slowly comes to a close they begin to dress in silence; Michonne grabs her sword while Rick picks up his bat.
Right before she reaches for the door he place his hand on hers, "I know your better now and you're in a fighting mode again but, I want you stay with us. Close to me", Rick tells her.
"Rick," she says widening her eyes from surprise then; she softly grabs his scraggly beard, and kisses him, "I told you we'll always be, whether I am near you or not."
Rick forgets his reserve and grabs her and begins kissing her all over again.
Michonne stops kissing him, "But I can't stay under the same roof as another lioness. I told you, while you were deep inside me; I promise to tell you if I should ever decide to leave again." She graciously reassures him.
Rick stops her from opening the door, "No, I want you to stay with us…Me, Carl and Judith."
"What about Jane?" She asks.
"Maybe I will ask her to just take care of Judith during the day so we can take care of the day to day operations." He tells her.
Michonne loses the admiration for him in her face, "Like I said, there can be no 'maybe' when it comes to sleeping under the same roof."
He wraps his arm around her waist, pulls her in close and they share a soft and tender kiss, "I feel...Carl feels better knowing you are close by."
She kisses him again passionately then pats him on his chest with her hand, "O.k., just give me a day or two to think it over."