Hey,
This lemon shot was choreographed with Kenny Vaughan's "Feels like heaven" in the back ground. Just to give you an idea of the feelings involved between our favorite ZA couple. I strongly urge you to listen to this track. watch?v=EV01dm7q6JQ . I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Chapter 32: Cleansing the Blade
"I got him!" Maggie shouts. She walks over to the rotting corpse and stomps its knee backwards causing it to fall; then she swings her hatchet down the middle of its skull. Snatching the hatchet out while kicking it to the ground; Maggie turns back around and checks to make sure that Bob and Michonne are alright as the three of them clear the straggling walkers hanging around beyond the cul de sac perimeter. She looks over at Bob who's dispatching a walker with a lead pipe; then she sees a walker trying desperately to grab at Michonne while she trying to pull her katana out of its shoulder.
Out of fear for Michonne's life, Maggie quickly runs over to her screaming, "Michonne no! Let it go!" She watches as Michonne tries to remove her sword but the walker is still trying to grab her. She's lucky that length of her sword was over 24" long.
By the time Maggie is about to reaches her, Michonne manages to pull her sword out and stab the walker through the eye. Angrily she removes her sword and does her sacred chiburui.
Finally reaching her, Maggie places her hands on her knees while trying to catch her breath. Once her breathing slows down she yells, "What the hell was that, why didn't you just let the sword go?!"
Michonne looks at her in shock at the fact she's getting yelled at by Maggie; she shrugs her shoulders and without a hint of doubt on her face she says, "I didn't want to lose my sword."
Outraged by the answer, Maggie yells, "You could've waited until you got another weapon or waited until me or Bob helped you Michonne! Is that damn sword worth more to you than your own life?!"
Maggie sucks her teeth then, looks up at the sky to see how much time they have left before it dark.
Bob slowly walks over to the Maggie and Michonne; he also witnessed Michonne reckless behavior but, Maggie has already said everything that needed to be said. "We better start heading back." Bob tells the two.
The last of the blinding autumn sunlight is just about gone as evening storm clouds begin to cover the skies again as the three of them walk up the block. They've been walking in silence the entire way back. Maggie starts walking ahead of Bob and Michonne veering across the street toward her house.
He watches Maggie walk up the block, "I guess she's still upset." Bob says to Michonne.
Walking a little bit further in silence, Bob decides to asks, "So what happened out there today? Why risk your life for a sword?"
Michonne shakes her head now bothered by the same question and says, "I just didn't want to lose my sword…I've had it since the beginning of the turn. It's saved my life way too many times to even count. "But...", she confesses, "I don't know what happened…I must be tired because the weight didn't feel right today."
They finally make their way up the block, Michonne continues walking as Bob's stops in front of his walkway and says, "You carry yours in your sword just like I used to carry mine in a bottle". He removes his backpack from off his shoulder, "The weight of the past is always the same…heavy." As he opens his front door he looks back at Michonne and says, "You should check your sword maybe it needs some repairs."
Michonne looks at him puzzled as he walks in the house. What did he mean by, "…check your sword it may need some repairs." She stood still a second and took his suggestion almost to insult; she unsheathes her katana then takes out her flashlight and acutely examines the blade. There were a ton of scratches and dents on it and the edge was dull.
She pokes her lips out a little and furrowed her eyebrows at the fact that Bob was right. In fact, when she thought about it, she hadn't cleansed her sword since before the fall of the prison. After putting everything back in its rightful place, she starts walking up the block again.
As she walks pasts Glenn and Maggie's, Maggie walks out the house and over to her and calmly says, "Michonne, I didn't mean to yell at you earlier…" she walks closer to her, "I mean…I'm just gonna say it alright? Sometimes you take too many risks out there, unnecessary ones. And…that's not fair to the people that care about you and worry about you?" She tells her.
Michonne grins at Maggie and concedes, "Your right, it was stupid of me. I'm sorry."
Maggie suddenly hugs her tight; Michonne was so stunned by her hug that she wasn't sure about how to respond; so she hugs her back.
"I've already lost Beth and Carol...I don't want to lose you too." Maggie tells her, which makes Michonne hug her more.
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When Michonne comes in the house she walks up the steps slowly recalling the embrace from Maggie and how much she missed getting hugs from someone that genuinely cares about her life and well-being. As she reaches the top of the steps she looks down the hall and sees Rick holding Judith trying to put her to sleep. Then she walks in to the bedroom leaving the door slightly cracked.
Rick walks out of the smaller bedroom with Judith in his arms towards the dim light coming from the master bedroom down the hall.
Weeks before, Carl and Judith slept in the master bedroom but, Judith was known to wake up in the middle of the night to be changed so Michonne started sleeping with her in the master bedroom at night; a motherly duty that was robbed from her nearly 3 years ago.
Rick pushes the bedroom door open and gently asks, "Hey, everything go alright today?" Michonne nods yes.
"Listen, I know you're probably tired so do what you need to and I'll put Judy to sleep and bring her in with you later. Carl's reading some comics him and Daryl found in the attic; they're some good ones in there you may want to check out." Rick tells her.
Michonne watches as Judith grabs at Ricks nose and smiles at the two of, "Maybe I will."
Later that night,
Rick walks into the bedroom ready to lay Judith in the bed with Michonne but, he doesn't see her anywhere. He can smell the soap, rosewater and olive oil coming from the shower, but doesn't see her in there either.
Rick knocks on Carl's door but doesn't get an answer. He gently opens the door and sees Carl sleeping on the tiny twin mattress with his arm dangling over the side of the bed; beneath Carl's fingers are comics spread across the floor.
'Carl, Carl?" Rick whispers.
Carl wakes up a little and starts to rub his eyes, "What wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing, I want you to watch your sister." Rick says laying Judith down between Carl and the wall.
"Well, where's Chonne'" Carl asks half-heartedly while draping his arm over Judith.
She's probably in the kitchen making some tea. Go back to sleep.' He softly says while turning the Brooklyn lantern off.
Rick comes downstairs and in to the kitchen looking for Michonne when he hears a metal scraping sound coming from the basement. He grabs the stationed aluminum bat in the corner of the kitchen and quietly walks down stairs. All the while he's thinking that there is no way possible that a walker got in the house without anyone hearing it.
The scraping noise gets louder as he reaches the bottom of the basement steps, "Chonne'?"
The noise stops, "Yeah it's me." She answers.
Rick cautiously walks closer to the noise and sees two light bulbs dangling from the rafters of the work shop. The light exposes Michonne's silhouette; he tilts his head a little as he walks closer to her; the first thing he notices is that her locs are off her neck and in a ponytail; her legs straddled on each side of the workbench. Intrigued by the room setting Rick asks, "What are you doing?"
"I'm cleansing my blade", she says out of breath, "I can't sleep."
Rick finally gets close enough to see her from behind sitting on the bench wearing an over-sized men's dress shirt. He admires her exposed neck from a distance and repeats, "Cleansing your blade?"
She goes back to cleansing then she stops briefly to catch her breath, "It means to sharpen your blade, to remove the impurities, the scratches and dents; so that its effective", she pauses, "It means to remove the past wounds from your sword."
Rick shakes his head acknowledging the metaphor. "Do you want any help with that…cleansing your blade?" he asks her carefully.
Judging from the defensive vibe he's getting from her; Rick thinks she's still upset over his actions from this morning. So he turns around to walk back upstairs believing she's going to say "No", when he hears, "Actually…I do."
Michonne takes a deep breath while dropping her shoulders; she places the water stone next to her katana on the workbench; then cautiously removes the work gloves from her hands and begins to walk towards Rick.
Rick turns around upon hearing part of her answer; as she begins to walk closer to him. She admits to Rick, "You were right earlier this morning. My past or my ego rather, almost got me killed today. Sort of similar to my sword…if I don't remove the impurities, the scratches and dents…if I don't remove my past from my present…", standing in front of Rick she lets out a deep exhale then looks at the light reflecting in his cobalt eyes, "I won't be effective to anyone."
Rick looks at her with total adoration, her taking the time to explain her actions means she feels bad about how she's be acting toward him these past six weeks.
"I'm sorry." She tells him.
Rick gingerly tugs at the front of Michonne's night shirt to bring her closer to him; when she comes closer, he smells intoxicating aroma of rosewater on her skin. He looks down at her sparkling caramel eyes and tenderly touches her cheek, "Don't be, I don't want you to ever feel bad when you're with me; this life is much too short for trivial things like guilt." Rick tells her.
After a six week stand-off, Rick is finally able to kiss the lips of the woman he has wanted since the moment he saw her at the prison fence again. She wraps her arms around Rick's neck, rustling her fingers gently through his hair. She deepens their kiss with her tongue just as Rick reaches underneath her night shirt to feel the warm smoothness of her back and the firmness of bottom.
He starts guiding Michonne backwards toward the work table next to the workbench without breaking their lip lock. He leans her against the table and starts unbuttoning her shirt while her hands caress his face. Rick stops unbuttoning her shirt the minute he is able to reach his hand inside to knead those soft brown eyes that he has been yearning touch for so long.
He stops kissing her to watch as she becomes dazed by the sensation of his thumb rubbing against her nipple. Seeing that he has her completely hypnotized, he rips her shirt wide open sending buttons flying through the air and across the basement floor; he pulls her panties down then lifts her on to the edge of the worktable.
He goes back to kissing Michonne while he plays with her bean below. She manages to get her shirt off but, every time she reaches for Rick's shirt, his fingers hit her spot arousing her harder with each passing of his fingers. Finally she gets his shirt off and places it on the table next to her then, leans back on her elbows anxiously waiting for Ricks entrance.
The light coming from the dim 60 watt light bulbs in the rafters illuminates Michonne rich syrupy skin; Rick admires her luminous skin tone. With empathy, he runs his fingers over some of her battle scars she's received these past years. He lifts her up off her elbows; kisses her passionately and softly says to a groggy Michonne, "I can be a leader and still be your man", he kisses her fervently again, "From now on, where ever we go, where ever we are, if anyone even cares to ask..." he steadies her head to look her in the eyes, "...you're mine, you're Michonne Grimes from this day forward."
She agreeably smiles while touching the stubble along his jaw and chin and tells him, "That works for me", and she starts the kissing him again.
Upon her response, Rick enters Michonne as she sits in front of him on the work table; once he enters, the both of them make a soothing moan at the tight fit. Rick squeezes her thighs while releasing a quietly restrained, "Shit!" through his teeth from the intense feeling from being inside her once again.
Michonne lies back down on the table while he digs in to her slowly until he creates nice deep path, pulling out of her sporadically to control his pace and to tease her.
He lifts her legs so her thighs are laying on his chest; he grabs both of her hips and pulls her down to the edge of the table. He looks her body over and runs his thumb across her bottom lip then, down the middle of chest and muscle toned belly.
Rick takes much pleasure watching as she arches her back from each thrust he puts in to her.
Just when he is about to get a steady pace going, Michonne says, "Rick, Rick wait", she places her hand on his arm getting him to stop his motion, "Rick, hold on." He gives her another thrust at her comical request and asks softly, "Why?"
"Cause I have a feeling I'm going to be cum loud this time." She says apologetically.
And with those words Rick smiles to the point of laughter and shakes his head in pity for her, "Oh man, you are in so much trouble now. I have got to know what that feels like". He goes back to work by placing one hand on her shoulder to pull her in to his jab while his other hand rings her doorbell to intensify her climax.
After a few short minutes of propulsion, Rick shakes his head as he remembers the clenching of Michonne heavenly walls around his sharp standard. Before he forgets what she said, he grabs his undershirt lying next to her and covers Michonne's mouth hoping to muffle her orgasm.
Her body starts to quiver as he hits her mark, her increasing loud moans are safely hidden beneath his undershirt. Feeling her rush all around his standard he goes deeper and harder inside until he lets out a guttural yet subdued, "Fuck!" as he explodes inside the moist halls of the woman who now carries his last name.