A/N: This chapter is pretty VERY X-rated. Mature readers only please!
The sun has gone down and all the survivors in the motel begin diming the lanterns in their rooms to avoid attracting any roaming walkers in the area. Sasha's finishing up Michonne's PT,
"Alright, how do they feel?"
Michonne winces some when she bends her arms, "It's still sore but I'll live with it, to get some sleep tonight."
"O.k., I'll come by and check on you in the morning." Sasha tells her.
"You got it? Daryl asks.
"Yea, I got it." Carl answers.
"Aight, go on up and wait til you hear the signal.", Daryl tells him.
Meanwhile Rick walks in to his suite and sees Michonne sitting on the bed watching Judith play with a couple toys on the floor while massaging her forearm.
"Hey".
She answers him back with a dull, "Hey."
Rick closes the door behind him, "Listen, I realize that you're still upset over the group's decision but…"
She interrupts him, "Rick…its o.k. I understand. I'm actually glad there's some type formality within our group that can supersede my stubbornness." She laughs.
He looks at Michonne pleasantly surprised at her willingness to comply.
"Well, that's a relief; I don't want us to start this union on a bad note. I already feel bad enough as it is."
"Why is that?" she asks staring at him curiously.
Rick walks over and sits down next to her on the bed.
"I was feeling bad cause…I don't have some kind of ring or symbol to give you now that your mine."
She tilts her head and scrutinizes him with pity, "You Grimes men…I would've never guessed you were so sentimental Rick. I thought you would've figured out by now that I'm far from materialistic. I don't need a ring or something tangible as proof for how you feel about me."
"I'm just not…girly like that anymore." She says while shrugging he shoulder sadly.
Rick turns away from her and focuses on Judith; trying to hide his smile and laughter cause he knows her better than she knows herself.
He puts his best emotional face back on and turns back around, "And I feel like there should be a contingency plan...you know in case you're ever in a situation out there by yourself."
Michonne frowns her lips; sorry that she's making Rick Grimes feel this mushy about her. Then he whistles towards the door.
When the door opens; Carl walks in and places a black and reddish-tan puppy on the floor with a silk turquoise belt wrapped around its neck in a big bow.
As the puppy rushes in to the room, Rick walks over; picks the puppy up and places it in Michonne's lap.
Rick snickers while witnessing his badass samurai turn in to a puddle of girly mush.
"Aww", she exclaims beaming over the puppy as he places it in her lap. "Where did you find him?"
"Daryl and I found six of them in the trunk of a car; I realize you maybe more of a cat person considering the fact that you had the hideous cat statue back at the prison… but I want you to always be safe if you ever find yourself alone out there."
She places the puppy on the floor and looks at her man with such esteem that she forgets that Carl and Judith are still in the room; tugs Ricks shirt towards her and begins to supply him with a deep lip lock.
As their kiss moves past PG and in to R-rated, Carl grimaces his face as he starts to feel disgusted and uncomfortable with the intimacy between his father and stepmother. He shakes his head, closes his eyes while cringing, "Good god people they're children in the room."
Carl picks up the puppy, "Come on Judy…", Judith uses his leg and pulls herself up; he grabs Judith's hand and walks towards the door. He looks down at Judith "…you should never be this close to roller coasters. They can be pretty noisy sometimes."
Rick continues kissing Michonne while throwing a pillow at Carl's heels because of his cheeky comment.
Michonne pulls out of the kiss a second as she registers the meaning of what Carl just said, "What did he just…", but Rick pulls her lips back in to his as Carl closes the door behind him.
Michonne anxiously starts unbuttoning Ricks'shirt forgetting that her arms are still tender. In between kisses he softly asks, "How do your arms feels, maybe this is too soon."
After unbuttoning the last button on his shirt she whispers, "There's no group decision that can supersede what I want from you right now."
She removes her shirt, revealing those tasty chocolate chip cookies that Rick loves to nibble on. He quickly kicks off his boots; removes his shirt and undershirt then unbuckles his gun belt lays it on the table then he unbuckles his pants.
Michonne lays down on the bed as he climbs over top of her playfully licking her tone belly and pulling off everything she has on below the waist.
He places his hand on her sweet button below; she willfully grows weak as her juices spills on to his hand. She grips the bed spread tightly as her man gradually places one then two digits inside her flooding tunnel.
Unable to wait any longer; he removes his pants and boxers then slides his stake in to her moist garden. Michonne arches her back as lustful waves awaken her carnal desire. He leans in for more filthy lip action then he gives her one slow juicy pump before seductively asking her, "So what are you gonna name him?"
He delivers another long and teasing supply of his virile nature. Every name suggestion he makes comes with a leisurely tantalizing injection, "Buddy…Buster…Duke…Lucky?"
She moans helplessly as she falls victim to his slow teasing thrusts.
Rick closes his eyes and groans deeply as he pauses to hold off his explosion. Still needing more time, he slips out of her and kneels down to terrorize the "little man inside the boat" with his tongue.
Michonne arches her back each time his tongue makes pass at her clit. She shudders from the tenderness in her arms as she grips the bedspread; then more shockwaves hit her entre body as he propels his digits in and out of her slippery passageway.
Rick enjoys watching his Chonne' submit so, he seats himself back inside creating a unified, "...Mmm", that escape from both their lips. He tries to avoid thinking about his end game; so slow pumps her again, "How about Rex…or Buck…Sh-Sh, Shep" he stutters.
Every slippery pump brings her closer to the breaking point. She reaches for his smooth shaven face; pulls it down to hers then she glides her tongue across his bottom lip and lewdly says, "Grimey".
Aware of the names origin, Rick smiles at the naughtiness of her choice and plunges inside of her as deep as he can. He pulls her hips down and lays her mahogany gams on his chest and over his shoulders as he starts plowing away.
The "Ahh's" that escape from her lips match each bang of the headboard against the wall. "Ohh, shit! Rick... Rick, it's gonna be loud again I-I can feel it coming." She heavily moans.
He leans down and places his hand over her mouth as her vice clenches around him tighter and tighter then her beaver dam breaks open; she places both her hands on top of the one hand he's using to cover her mouth as she yells from the orgasm he's giving her.
As her soupiness engulfs all of Rick; he grips the headboard for balance as he continues to pound her harder. Then he explodes deep inside his girly samauri.
Later that night,
Rick has his arm wrapped around Michonne's belly; holding her closely as the two of them sleep off the triple grimey session from earler that night. She wakes up still feeling soggy like Ricks' goodness is still leaking out of her.
So she gets out of the bed; grabs a lantern and goes in to the bathroom and softly shuts the door. She grabs washcloth and a jug of clean water; and proceeds to the cleaning of her nether region...again.
Once she finishes, she leans over the sink to rinse the washcloth out.
As she rings it out, a mixture of water and blood pouring down the drain. An irritated, "Shit", softly parts from her lips.
Over the past few days Michonne's been eating 3 or 4 times a day while her arms were in the sling.
She throws the bloodied washcloth in the sink then douses it with vinegar and more water.
Leaning on the edge of the bathroom sink she closes her eyes and rubs her forehead as she accepts the fact that her period has returned.