Happening upon some songs by Aaliyah helped me get Richonne right where I wanted them. If you're not familiar with Aaliyah's music check out-
'More than A Woman'
'At Your Best (You Are Love)'
'I Care 4 You'
If you are familiar, blasting these songs still wouldn't hurt ;)
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-comewithnattah
"Let's go"
2:47 p.m. Day 2
Michonne and Rick were pissed. They were learning that pissed would be their default mood when they left the Hilltop.
"I swear Gregory makes me want to bounce his head off the fuck'n walls!" Rick sizzled as he yanked the car door open, got in and slammed it shut.
Before getting in beside him, Michonne leaned into the passenger window resting on her elbows. "Maybe I should drive." She suggested through a cocked brow. "You relax."
Her 'maybe' wasn't optional. 'You relax' wasn't up for debate. So Rick jerked himself out from behind the wheel and began his short trip around the hood of the mid size sedan.
As Michonne passed him, making her way to the driver side, she grabbed his hand, pulling him back out of his angry gait. She trapped him between her and the car. Rick fumed and sat, hunched over on the hood of the car with her standing between his knees. "Hey calm down, okay. Don't let that man-child stress you." She shook her head with confidence, shrugging her shoulders, having no doubts, "We'll get what we want. Right?" She smiled sweetly trying to get him to soften, pulling at him playfully by his waistband. "Right?"
He ran his hand over his beard, looking past her, down the road. He didn't really want to look at her yet. He knew what those glowing browns would do to him and he wanted to ruminate a little longer about Gregory spitting out teeth.
"It's still a beautiful day." She beamed like the sun above them, tossing her head back to look up at the white clouds scattered through what would have been the perfect shade of blue until she rediscovered true perfection in his aggravated orbs.
Rick still wouldn't budge. He hadn't doubted that finding groups to trade with was another slice of pie being added to his plate: They'd found a secure place to call a home, Carl and Judith were happy and now, Michonne was his. He had been hers for some time now and she didn't even know how completely she owned him. After everything, she'd promised, 'I'm still with you'. Somehow, he didn't think it was possible for things to ever be less than perfect again. Of course, there was a lot of hubris in that estimation. But he had been fucking a goddess queen for the past few days (and she was loving it). How could he ever be humble again?
The new experience of sex with Michonne was making life seem like a dream and he didn't enjoy being snatched back to reality whenever he made a trip to Gregory's neck of the woods. He raged, but internally he thought to himself how cute it was that she was trying so hard to bring him back to their self-made heaven.
"So. For the record, you're not going to enjoy this ride back home with me?" She gave him a priority check. "I want to punch that jerk in the dick too, but I'm not gonna let him ruin what started out to be a lovely day."
Rick looked down at his boots resting on the front bumper, unable to avoid the sight of the little V-shape meeting between her thighs.
"Remember pancakes this morning?" She playfully bounced her eyebrows.
That finally broke his stubborn silence. "You mean the pancakes Daddy cooked for everybody?" He took a jab at her for her earlier promise of breakfast in exchange for a job well done and then her lazy repeal after services were rendered. "The tray of breakfast-in-bed pancakes you woke up to after you took a nap this morn'n? Are those the pancakes you're talk'n 'bout?'
"Yes!" She fell deeper into him and yanked the collar of his shirt, "Those pancakes." She pressed her full smiling lips to his and breathed him in. "I had an awesome morning! I'm not gonna let Greg the Goober ruin my day."
She finally coaxed a miniature chuckled from him. The sound was a mainlined hit, one of many drugs Rick had her strung out on. It gave her the warmest feeling in the pit of her stomach and egged her on to make him give her another dose. "I say fuck Greg... and the horse he rode in on! What you think?" Now she broke Rick into full on laughter. "Fuck Greg, right?" She scrunched her nose at the words as though they'd just come to her and she was testing them out to make certain.
"Yeah, Fuck that guy." Rick jerked his head with indignation in the direction of the Hilltop gates.
Michonne squinted her eyes, looking to her bearded partner, "What about the horse he rode in on?"
"Fuck that fuck'n horse!" Rick played along.
"Are you sure?" Michonne asked feigning sincere concern. "Because we can go back in there and fuck his shit up!" She pounded a fist into her hand.
"Nah, let's go home." Rick slid off the hood, stood up and placed her neck in the crook of his arm, leading her back to get in the car and get going.
Michonne really ran with this parody now. "Because we can pop in that DMX CD I found and 'stop, drop, open up shop' on him..." She swayed with a 90's gangsta lean. "For real boo, the two of us could go in there and... you karate chop him right in the Adam's apple," she gave a slight demonstration swinging at an imaginary foe with a Bruce Lee war cry, "then I'll pull out the sword and rip up that stupid antique couch." She shouted with fervor, popping up in the air, jumping, unsettling the dust at their feet and pointing up the hill with her other hand on the hilt of her sword.
Rick threw his arms around her petite frame, holding her like a straight jacket, still laughing in earnest. He scooped her up laying kisses on her cheek, dragging her back to the car. He set her down on her feet, "Are you finished, you maniac?"
She silenced her antics and spoke softly into his chest, "I'm finished if you are."
Their ride to the Hilltop was full of chatter and wisecracks and devising a way to get Gregory to agree that Alexandria was good for an I.O.U. in exchange for more food and seed. Actually Gregory didn't have a doubt that the new community in the trading circle would accomplish everything they promised. He was just an ass.
Now on the ride back home, a disappointed Rick sat in a reclined position, knees spread wide, crowding the passenger side with his long legs in snug jeans. They were enjoying a comfortable and comforting silence driving through the deserted landscape around them. Michonne decided to push in the untitled CD protruding from the player. A soft melancholy voice burst through the speakers,
Let me know, let me know
Ah - ha, let me know, let me know
Let me know
Michonne luxuriated in the soulful croon. "Haven't heard this in forever." She sang along a word or two, then trailed off. "Who had this car last?"
"Sasha, I think." Rick grumbled and the car quieted again. Aaliyah's ghostly voice from the turn of the millennium, clear and crisp, began to speak right to him.
When you feel what you feel
Oh, how hard for me to understand
So many things have taken place before this love affair began
But if you feel, oh, like I feel
Confusion can give way to doubt
For there are times when I fall short of what I say,
what I say I'm all about, all about
"This is pretty." Rick commented on the song. He grabbed Michonne's unoccupied hand and nestled it in the palm of his own. Bringing her out of her quiet thoughts, she looked over at her, now, mellow fellow.
Michonne closed her eyes and swayed with the melody. "Mmmhmm." She agreed and the pair quieted again riding out the melody til the last note.
Completely thawed by the first track from Aaliyah's Greatest Hits, Rick lightly drifted his fingers over his lady's espresso skin making a trail up to the bend of her arm. She immediately got goosebumps even in the warmth of the afternoon. The next song on the disc began with a funky groove of a beat, the chorus chanting,
I'll Be
(I'll Be More) More Than Your Lover
(More) More Than A Woman
(More) More Than Your Lover
I'll Be
(I'll Be More) More Than A Lover
(More) More Than A Woman
(More) More Than Enough for you
She gave a cheerfully content greeting to the return of the more 'chill' version of her boyfriend, "Hey." She smiled prettily.
Rick's heart leapt so fiercely at her acknowledgment that he turned red. The vibe from the song perking his mood, "Hey, beautiful."
It seemed he couldn't stop calling her that. His eyes saw it and his mouth relayed it. It felt so juvenile... so unsophisticated to say it so much. He thought of Michonne as a woman of elegant sophistication- even when she was covered in brains and guts. He felt like maybe she thought it was silly, but even when he tried to swallow it, 'beautiful' came bubbling off his lips.
"What ya think'n 'bout over there?" Rick had been watching her for the past few minutes. She hadn't noticed. Every once in a while he saw her try to enjoy the music, but she was too wrapped up in her thoughts. She sat with a contemplative stare, the speeding car's open window blowing her locs around her face.
Michonne grinned. "Well, there's a list... You want the top three?"
"Go." Agreeing to listen, he turned down the player an octave and leaned his back against the door to fully face her. He loved to hear her talk. He loved to hear where her mind went when she had the time to take ten. He always found it telling that she was never thinking of anything frivolous. She was always working on a plan of action. More than he could say for himself. Since he gave her those mints, he had to overpower every thought of her to get anything done. She was a catch 22: Thank God he had her there to pick up his slack... but then again she was the reason he was slacking in the first place.
Michonne blushed at his attentiveness, "Uhhh... gotta get some of Carol's mayo when we get back. I guess that canned chicken will be dinner." She looked at him for a read on his inclination toward chicken salad.
Rick licked his lips and nodded, staring intently. Michonne took it as a thumb's up on dinner. True, Rick was thinking about eating... but not chicken salad.
"This car sounds a little squeaky. You hear that whine? We might need another timing belt soon..." Michonne added another concern to the list, sending his mind back to the peepshows she'd given him every time he found her leaning into the machinery of a car with her heart-shaped butt beckoning.
Once, he'd made an seemingly off-hand remark about the brakes on one of the community cars knowing she'd shimmy under there to check and he'd get a nice long stare at her thighs in his favorite pair of shorts, her knees bent... he had stood there fantasizing about planting his face between her legs and breathing deep, maybe stealing a kiss, maybe sampling a taste, maybe feasting til there were no leftovers. Last night he realized that fantasy... again. He had licked and suckled and kissed her pussy so thoroughly that his jaw was tight today and every time he spoke and felt that slight discomfort, he remembered the flavor of her juices on his tongue.
Rick brought her fingers up to his lips and gave her knuckles a whisper of kisses. Michonne fell silent, she bit the inside of her bottom lip trying to remember how to drive.
"The mayo, the car... That's two..." Rick prodded her. "You said top three."
Her cheeks blazed, when a careless glance met his eyes and made her come undone. "You're distracting me. I forgot the third thing." She fussed as butterflies did drop-kicks in her stomach. She quickly turned the focus on him. "What are you thinking about over there?
"Round 4." He confessed with no hesitation and no shame as he regarded her from what he had thought was a safe distance. But now he knew, when he saw how her breasts rose high and fell with a nervous exhale at the mention of more sex, that he was still hunting her. She knew it and she'd been encouraging him... to sink his teeth into her and put her down.
"That came out of nowhere." She puffed in an effort to tip-toe around his comment. She loved being chased by him but it kind of scared her too. Michonne didn't scare easily but she was starting to seriously wonder has anybody ever been fucked to death? Is that a thing? Could I literally get lost in an orgasm and never come back from it? Rick was making her re-imagine the term 'dangerously in love'.
Before she had her mints, she used to fantasize about all the the ways she would jump his bones. Careful white boy, she used to think to herself when he got too close in the prison, his scent invading her nostrils. She would bring her palm to her throat to lull the blood rushing through her jugular and startling her heart. You are not safe, she'd say to him with her eyes when he wasn't looking, when she should have been listening to something he was saying. She knew now, that she had everything backwards. He was subduing her and the need for him to be cautious of her was only in her world of make believe.
'Nah, it came from somewhere." He sat up and leaned into her space, "Somewhere right around..." He put a hand on her thickset thigh, coasting upward to her roiling sex and finished, "...here."
She squirmed under his touch, with a nervous giggle. "Rick, this is a side of you I've never seen." She confessed in a ruffled tone.
He snapped out of his anticipation long enough to realize, "This is a side of me I've never seen." He went right back to rubbing her addictive sweet honeypot through the fabric of her pants.
She rolled her hips onto his touch and quietly asked, "So should I get used to this..." She gasped at his indulgence, "...or is this terrible behavior due to the novelty of... everything."
He came closer and spilled a strong suggestion in her ear, "I'm gonna say... you should prob'ly get used to it."
Michonne was starting to become skeptical. Nobody goes this hard. Round 4? He can't... "Maybe we should save some for later." She offered timidly. But her "maybe" was definitely optional as the dampness on his fingers was beginning to indicate. Her seriousness to 'save some" was completely debatable and she was hoping he'd call her bluff, her flirtatious smile giving her away.
"Terrible idea." Rick plucked at the button of her pants and pulled the zipper down.
"Rick?" She broke, unsure, causing him to pause. Her nervous giggle returned, "You're trying to wear me out." She declared, trying to keep her eyes open. Why question it. It was obvious he was single-minded and she was being swayed to the same line of thought with very little effort on his part. She'd had more sex in the handful of days they'd been together than she would have in a good month with Mike.
"More like trying to break you in." He informed her serious as a life sentence. His hands were still working magic, making her feel weightless, like she might disappear.
Michonne's lungs failed her. "Oh really?" Her shaky voice answered back. She was shocked he had the balls to... "Break me in, huh?"
"Pull over."
"It's not safe on the road." She shook her head, reminding him through hurried breaths. Daryl had run into an ugly crew out there. Thankfully he made it back safely. But she didn't like the idea of being so vulnerable outside of Alexandria.
"Maybe not safe for you..." He promised her, "definitely not safe for anybody that interrupts us. You gonna make me ask twice?"
"You didn't ask the first time." She pointed out giving him a innocent side-eye. "Pull over is not a question."
He lowered his head and his shoulders danced with amusement. She was right. He didn't ask. He hoped he wasn't being too pushy, too cocky with her. He was used to being so careful with her- what he said, how he said it- never wanting to disappoint her or gain her disapproval. Nothing had changed in that respect. But now he had the feeling that he was revealing a new Michonnne, unraveling her sexual persona and it was nothing like the warrior queen he had come to know. A gruff response sent her moaning. Authority in his voice made her melt. A firm grip made her submissive. He knew she wouldn't give in to him unless it was what she really wanted.
But 'Pull over' is not a question.
"Do I have to ask?" He inquired in a more cock-sure tone that he meant to. It was so hard to come down off his command of her. He rephrased, "Should I?"
Now it was Michonne's turn to be amused. His sapphire puppy-dog eyes met hers and smouldered, giving away how much he cared. She was grabbed immediately by her natural response. Of course, he didn't have to ask. That was clear enough. Bringing up that he hadn't asked permission was more about her own surprise at his control over her than an attempt to chastise him. She would've never let another man feel like he had any rule over her.
But Rick? He had free rein.
This is a side of me I've never seen. She took his words and turned them over in her mind, making them her own. She enjoyed sex with her exes but they simply were not Rick Grimes. They hadn't earned her trust like he had. Not to mention in hindsight, based on new evidence from her well-hung beau's skill set- she had been paying full price for amateur hour all those years before the turn. Yes, she was willing to let this man pull and push her, dismantle her and mold her anyway he liked. Now that her life was so minty, it was safe for her to realize what she already knew- they weren't just having sex (lots of incredible sex), she loved him, deeply. She kept that ace in the hole, though.
But should he ask?
She thought of a dozen ways to answer him with wit or whimsy. Instead her face sobered and she said as plainly as she could, "No, Rick. You shouldn't... you don't have to ask."
Game on. Before that green light could even flash, he stopped touching her and slouched back in his seat, "We're almost home. I want you right now. Pull. Over."
The car left the road and came to a stop in a bushy clearing within seconds.
The metallic clack of his buckles being undone, instantly made her mouth water like a Pavlov experiment. He placed his Colt Python on the dash next to her sword, never out of sight or reach. Rick didn't rush, still he freed his thick growing shaft from his jeans in no time at all.
"Let's go." He commanded, guiding her with a tilt of his head. He flashed his prime cock with dominion, like he used to flash his badge, yielding the same results: SURRENDER.
She scrambled to slide her bottoms over her hips, no easy task in her seated position, with her pants so tight and the steering wheel in the way. It seemed to take a thousand years for her to finally be in his lap, her hands braced against his chest, hovering close to his face, mindful of the low ceiling.
He slid his palms up both sides of her sunken navel with all the speed of rising smoke. Her shirt landed in the back seat with his. Rick relieved her of her bra as well, knowing how much she seemed to savor it when he got her naked. Each of her breasts were now in his needy grasp. He pushed her back against the dash and began to devour her nectar-sweet lips. The smash of their bodies eclipsing his other 'Python', yet that monster's fire could be felt roaring between them.
She moved to push back against him, wordlessly trying to convey that there was no need to 'break her in'. She could go toe to toe with everything he was packing. Once he reclined completely, her goal was in sight once more. His warm member seizing against her inner thigh. In the torrid tug of war, Michonne's elbow hit the volume dial and the speakers came alive again. The heavy bass, slow and sensual, shook their ride. The same haunting voice serenaded the lovers, sultry ad libs introducing the song. Inside the cab of the car, the sonance was distinct, enveloping the forceful leader and his precious sultana. But outside, only a muffled rumble could be heard.
Hmm yeah
Hmm yeah
Oh
Hey my baby
Why you lookin' so down?
Seems like you need some lovin'
Baby you need a girl like me around
Rick smirked up at Michonne as he watched her turn to putty in his hands. Trembling like a newborn fawn, she slid down on the tall, proud monument he'd erected to her beauty. "Rick..." She called for him, already winded, as his meaty width stretched her already tender walls. She couldn't believe how completely he filled her up. His love was so powerfully built and bruising, that her breath gave out as her heart banged in her ears.
As he conjured up this carnal storm, her senses were overloaded: the dizzying scent of her balmy sex hanging in the air like a summer rain (a different kind of tang, she noticed, now that his seed had been thoroughly mixed with her wetness for days); the crushing weight of his grip on her- pulling her onto to him like a man deprived; the faint taste of blood as she habitually bit down on the inside of her lip, the constant blitz of coitus giving the little laceration no time to heal sufficiently; the rasp of him quietly cursing her name for the madness that accompanied the pleasure she gave him and the mood-setting din of the anthem vibrating every surface in that tiny space like rolling thunder-
Can I talk to you? (Can I talk to you)
Comfort you
Let you know (just want to let you know baby)
I
care
for
you (ooh)
Michonne grabbed the armrest on the passenger door, her other arm bracing the console between the seats, she pushed herself up, struggling to retreat just a little from the conquering size of him.
"No, baby." Rick spoke gently, his eyes focused on his unyielding cock invading her velvety folds, "Don't run from it." The sympathetic message of the ballad seemed to improve his manners. He placed her arms around his neck taking away her leverage. "Stay right here with me, baby."
Hold on (hold on)
Stay strong (stay strong)
She stopped her slow rise and fall, relaxing her straddle; she settled her bronzed thighs flush against his. A plaintive whine more dire than the timing belt's escaped her throat and echoed in Rick's mind. "I got you. You're okay." He assured her, his mouth on hers. He pushed her back against the dash again. "Let's go." He growled, giving the same command in a more gentle, but no less intimidating tone. Because he had the same intent as before- to shatter her with an orgasm that would tether her to him forever- or longer if God was kind.
Press on (for me baby)
I care for you (I care for you)
With a clear view to their merging anatomies, he squeezed her clit lightly and then pressed it with his thumb in slow deliberate circles. Rick remembered how hungrily Michonne had wrapped her lips around his length the first time (once he stopped bombarding her body long enough for her to do so). He remembered he was not prepared. The drag of her tongue was so provocative, he nearly crumbled in the first twenty seconds. Her eyes had watched him try to center himself. His powerful blues made so weak, he hid them behind his lids. She loved to practice her skill, like she did with her katana. There was no trepidation when she had her blade in hand. Rick decided to calm her by setting her mind on her expertise, distracting her from the cataclysm he was about to unleash.
His right hand was still flat against her abdomen as he stroked that high voltage, hidden nub. He slipped his index and middle fingers past her pouting lips. With no instruction given she instinctively began to suck his salty calloused digits... hard. She rolled her eyes closed, holding his left hand steady at her mouth. The corner of his mouth curved at her reaction.
Rick became a piston now, thrusting upward with banging impacts that kept her moaning louder and louder until her eyes sprang open and she began to cry out his name in near hysterics.
Hold on (hold on)
Stay strong (stay strong)
He was on the job now. On the clock. Putting in work. He placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping her close, making the gravity of the situation all the more intense. "I got you." He reminded her.
Michonne resorted to calling on a higher power. "Oh God!" She whimpered, "God!" Her emotions were tangled- not sure if her body would survive this; her heart not wanting to beat if he stopped. She was reduced to begging, "Oh Rick, please! Pleeease!"
"What, baby?" He spoke with her nipple between his teeth.
She didn't know what she was begging for, hell, she barely knew her name- 'til he said it.
"What 'Chonne? You want me baby? You love this dick, don't you?"
She did and she loved him too. But in this moment his war-ready cock had the control of her. Her voice was caught in her throat, too much emotion swelling to choke her. She could only nod, barely recognizable as he bounced her feverishly on his constraining cock.
"Can't hear you, baby." He toyed with her. "Guess I should ask... " His breath not even close to giving out, "You want me to fuck you like this, right?"
The question or maybe the answer in her head sent her toppling from a height she'd never known with any other man. She began to doubt the existence of any other man, except for the one inside her right now- deeper than her pussy, deeper than her heart, beyond her mind. She was out of her mind in love with him and tears began to flow as she came crashing over him like waves.
Rick was right behind her, erupting white hot lava with a fulfilled grunt, both hands in her hair. He rocked her, like a baby and she rested her head on his shoulder. "I got you now." He told her. She didn't know if he'd said it to soothe her or if he was speaking like the wolf speaks to the rabbit. She knew it was a promise, either way, and she decided to get ready.
I
care
for
you