This chapter made me chase it, but eventually I got it right where I wanted and had my with it. LOL ;] Hope yall like it.
-comewithnattah
7:23 p.m. Day 1
Michonne woke up dehydrated and dizzy. She had a hazy memory of Rick looking down at her saying something about shirts... and plans... and rounds as he was getting dressed. She knew in the back of her mind there was definitely verbiage available to describe the things he'd done to her body, but Michonne wasn't sure there was any way to describe what she felt. The only thing that was absolutely clear was that she wanted more.
She never doubted that Rick would be able to satisfy her in bed. The times he'd simply brushed against her in passing, had made her lose her breath. Not to mention the way he burned her down with blue flames when he looked at her- she had every reason to believe that sex with him would be amazing. Those thoughts of him were enough to get her off more than once, when he wasn't even around. A handful of mints later, he'd proved she was right.
But days after their first time, Rick came back from a run with a vengeance and an unexpected power in his tongue. After being body slammed by multiple orgasms, she was rendered completely feeble- before he even gave her one inch of his dick. She didn't know her body could react that way. She didn't know anything could feel like that.
Michonne was doped up on the dopest dope. When she finally made it out of the bed, she wondered how long she'd been sleeping.
"Shit!" She jumped as she remembered that Maggie had asked her for help in the garden. She threw on some clothes and boots, leaving Judith in Carl's capable hands and headed out in hurry to meet her pregnant friend.
When she finally got there, Maggie and Carol were packing up tools and preparing to leave. "Sorry, Maggie." Michonne apologized with a sigh as she caught her breath from the jog she'd taken over there.
Maggie and Carol shared sagacious smiles and rolled their eyes knowingly towards Michonne."That's okay, hun." Maggie assured her.
Michonne turned to Carol, "Thanks for filling in for me. Time just got away from me."
"No problem." Carol stifled a little laughter.
"At least let me take all the equipment back to the shed." Michonne suggested, taking the spades and tillers from their hands and awkwardly filling her arms. "You guys could have just come to get me."
"Yeah." Maggie tilted her head to hide her face under the bill of Glenn's red baseball cap as she eyed Carol again. "We did."
"You did?"
"Yes," Carol added with a certain tone, "and that boyfriend of yours is something else isn't he?"
The mention of Rick made his lady blush uncontrollably until Carol's humorously pursed lips signaled to Michonne that her friends were making fun of her for some unknown reason.
"What?" Michonne asked suspiciously, her mouth beginning to curl at the pair's weak attempt to act as if nothing was up.
After a few seconds of suspense, Maggie put on a pout and spoke in a baby's voice, "Your daddy said you couldn't come pway wif us." She and Carol burst out laughing.
"Oh, screw you guys!" Michonne sucked her teeth and fussed with embarrassment. "He did not!"
"Seriously." Maggie confirmed, "He came to the door and said he didn't think you were up to it. I asked if you were okay, thought maybe you were sick... and you know that smug bastard..." she playfully labeled him,
"smiled and said..."
Mrs. Rhee imitated Rick's crooked smile and deep drawl as Carol giggled hanging onto her arm,
"... 'Oh, she's better'n okay'..."
Michonne was stuck. She just stood there with her jaw dropped as her friends held onto one another and roared together, laughing.
"Tell her about the apple... The apple!" Carol pulled at Maggie, fracturing hysterically.
The mother-to-be elbowed Carol to get her to stop laughing or else Maggie would never get her next sentence out coherently, but they both were red and teary-eyed from laughing. Maggie finally continued, "What's the deal with you guys and apples? Gettin' your 'Adam and Eve on', huh?" She swirled her hips.
"Oh my god..." Michonne rolled her eyes.
"Apples are the new cigarettes." Carol teasingly whispered into Maggie's ear with a snort, making her laugh harder.
"He came to the door with an apple?" Michonne could only image. She'd seen him rip into their 'after-sex apples' and she knew how obscene the sight could be. When she watched the strong muscles in his face crunch and tear and chew, she was always turned on. The way he licked those soft pink lips and flashed that toothy smile- sometimes the 'after-sex apple' became the 'intermission apple'. Knowing her friends had seen it too and immediately caught on to what had just went down in their bedroom, made her lower her face into her palm and take a deep breath to compose herself.
"Hun, Rick was leaning in that doorway, bare chested, with apple juice all over the hairs on his chinny chin chin... It was more than I needed to see." Maggie shook her head and closed her eyes, fanning herself. "I wish I had pearls to clutch!" She turned to Carol and they both cackled.
"Okay, alright..." Michonne nodded sarcastically, trying to end this- admittedly funny but awkward- comedy routine. She tried to take the high road, "You guys are being so juvenile." She rolled her eyes and shook her head, smiling shyly at their jokes.
"Don't think I'll ever look at apples the same way again." Carol said. "I might finally be traumatized."
"I guess nobody takes apple porn seriously until you see a guy fuck a McIntosh with his mouth." Maggie said reflectively with a serious face. They all stopped and looked at each other, then Michonne's friends doubled over with laughter.
"Really, Maggie?" Michonne bent down to pick up another tool and started walking to the shed. "You gonna kiss your baby with that mouth?"
"She sure as hell won't ever feed him any apples..." Carol continued to cut up.
Michonne was sweating from the conversation and just wanted out of there. "You two can continue to entertain each other with your little jokes while you put away the rest of this crap yourselves. I'm out." She stormed off with her cheeks sore from smiling, followed by the relentless chortling of the foul-mouthed brunette and the gray-haired jester.
Rick adjusted the sights of the scope on his AK-101. He laid comfortably on the platform of the watchtower, thanks to the heavy patchwork quilt spread out underneath him. He surveyed the wooded area outside Alexandria's walls through the lens. He pivoted the weapon on it's bi-pod, sweeping back and forth, watching for any movement around the perimeter. He was losing daylight, which meant his shift was almost over. Off to the west a blazing orange orb seemed to be falling into the dark leaves of the forest far away. The sky was streaked with pastel pink, fuchsia and gold.
Rick stood up to marvel at the scene before he made his way home. He wished Michonne was beside him to witness it. The air was developing a chill, especially so high up. But the warmth on Rick's face from the setting sun made him think about the heat on his cheeks hours earlier from Michonne's thighs flanking his face urgently. The wind in his hair mimicked her fingers and the pink in the sky took him back into the depths of her folds where he had brought up a fountain for him to make wishes without end.
All the beauty he had seen that day- her face as he wrecked her with orgasms and now, the painting in the sky- made him think about God and miracles. He pondered how the brilliance of the sunset belonged to the whole world, but the angel he'd left in his bed belonged only to him. Rick was blessed again when he turn to look back on Alexandria and caught a glimpse of a vision walking toward him. Rick hadn't prayed, only wished that she was there...
but look at God.
A long black shadow to her left followed her steps. Her arms were tight around her body and the lines around Rick's eyes creased deeply as he thought of her cursing at the chill in the air. He took a step to come down from the tower, meet her in the middle of the street and throw his arms around the woman he loved so madly. But the view of her coming to him: the sway of her hips and the swing of her locs- both of which, he was certain, would be in his grip later that night as she called his name- riveted him to the wooden platform under his feet. He decided to stand still and enjoy watching her come to him. His smile grew wider and wider and he walked to the edge of the lookout post to meet those chestnut colored eyes right below him.
"Richard Grimes!" She called up to him hurling his full name at him with a whipping tongue.
Shocked by her distemper, Rick was snapped out of his musings. "Carl did it." He said immediately, not knowing the reason for her huff. He raised his hands in surrender. "I've been up here since I left home so, whatever it was- it wasn't me."
Rick held the championship in the bedroom but everywhere else, Michonne called the shots in his world and she didn't abide screw-ups. So he was happy to know that he couldn't have been in her cross-hairs legitimately.
"Yes, Grimes. It was you." She looked straight up and folded her arms slowly.
"Come up here." He motioned with a gesture of his head. He walked over to the ladder and pulled her up eagerly toe to toe with him. His arms found their way around her waist immediately, his forehead pressed to hers. She unwillingly softened against his chest. "I've been good." He guaranteed her. "I'm innocent." He caught her lips and punctuated his promise with a quick kiss. Rick took her hand and led her over to the blanket he'd been laying on while he kept watch.
"You're a lot of things, Grimes, innocent isn't one of them." She continued to fuss as she followed him and they both sat, legs dangling off the drop, facing the setting sun.
"Okay. What did I do?" He was curious to know.
"You tell me." Michonne countered. "Tell me what you said to Maggie and Carol..."
Rick sniggered like a mischievous kid. "What?!" he protested weakly. "I told them you were tired! What's wrong with that?"
"Maggie says you were being awfully smug," Michonne rolled her eyes, "and that you put on quite a show with your apple."
"Hey." Rick challenged her, "I think I deserved to enjoy that apple. I worked hard for it. Didn't I?" He bumped his shoulder into hers but she wouldn't agree. "Didn't I?" He repeated, this time a note lower, leaning into her neck.
She broke into a reluctant smile, threw her head back and rolled her eyes. "God! You are so bad." Michonne whined. She turned to him as he smirked, "Look at you. You don't even care!" She hit him in the arm.
"Why should I care?" He shrugged. "If I could, I'd get a billboard..." he waved his hands wide over the landscape in front of them, "with a picture of me eat'n an apple... sit'n on a pile of apples... wear'n a shirt that says Mr. Apples... giv'n a thumbs up to everybody for miles around."
Michonne giggled, "With a caption that reads 'She's better than okay', huh?"
"Hey, sounds good to me..."
"You're a nut. You know that, right?"
Her eyes shined as the apricot sun illuminated her smooth dark skin. She looked as though she'd been brushed with gold. "C'mere." Rick put his arm around her waist and pinched her chin between his fingers bringing her in for a long tongue-heavy kiss. When his lips let go of hers, she couldn't think of anything else to gripe about.
Michonne cuddled up under his arm and looked out at the tree tops bending back and forth on the horizon. Rick felt the coolness on her skin and brought the quilt up around them both, rubbing her goose-bumps away.
"Look at that sunset." Michonne finally acknowledged with a reverent whisper.
"I know." Rick agreed, squeezing her closer. "That's one reason why I called you up here."
Michonne was lost in the swirling sky, but after a brief pause she asked "What's the other reason?"
Rick traced the outline of her face with his finger, studying her beauty, his eyes darting from one remarkable feature to next. He smiled contentedly as Michonne took his bearded face in her hands and gave him a kiss to rival his own hungry attack. She was ready- now. She could tell he was too by the sound of his gruff and expectant moan. She felt the walls deep within her tighten at the taste of him.
"Rick," his name floated off her tongue, "take me home." Michonne dragged her hand up the inside of his thigh where his cock was stretching rigidly against his jeans. Once she felt his desire for her, pulling away to go home seemed like the silliest thing in the world. She mounted him artlessly only to be quickly flung on her back and pressed to the floor of the platform by the crush of his body, his manhood lying strenuously on her mound through the fabric of their clothes.
"We'll go home after." Rick steered her further to where he wanted her to be: thrusting with purpose underneath him.
Suddenly Michonne pulled away, "Wait, wait." She stopped him breathlessly. She pulled a sandwich in a plastic baggie from her jacket pocket.
"What's that?" Rick looked down between them.
"I thought you might be hungry. I made you a sandwich." Michonne said suddenly bashful of the gesture.
Rick looked to her adoringly, "What kind?"
"B.L.T. It's turkey bacon but..." She shrugged.
Rick found himself unable to stop smiling. "I thought you came to fuss at me."
"And feed you... gotta keep your strength up." She said suggestively and pecked at his lips.
"You're literally THE best." He said and Michonne's heart beat boisterously at the compliment. "So... c'mon. Feed me."
She laughed, looking around the mash of their bodies, "I can barely move." The heavy quilt tangled around them, Rick's arms clamped around her tightly.
Rick brought a hand up and ran his thumb over her lips and nudged her nose with his. "C'mon. Feed me." He repeated in a more provocative tone.
Michonne lifted the baggie to her mouth with her free hand pulling the edges open with her teeth, never breaking eye contact with the famished man above her. She used her teeth again and gently pulled the sandwich out halfway, then put it to his mouth and watched him take a big bite. There was something so indecent about the way he chewed the lettuce, tomato, meat and bread- pulling them into his mouth, grinding it all between his teeth and gulping it down behind his protruding Adam's apple. Michonne bit her lip as she watched him take another bite. They quietly kept their positions as Rick made quick work of the sandwich.
"Thank you." He pulled her close again after the final bite, his hips cradled between her thighs. He pawed at her outspread backside then began dropping kisses down her neck til he reached her cleavage and started to lap at the banks of her bountiful breasts. She sucked in a sharp breath, turning her face towards the sliver of sun still visible.
"Hey up there!" Abraham's voice shouted at them from the ground, breaking up round two, "Don't get jizz all over that blanket! I'm on duty next and I don't want to be swimming in a sea of Rick's dick milk while I'm on the scope!"
The two love birds laughed until they lost their breath. They smoothed the quilt out neatly and came down just as the stars were coming out in the east. Michonne stayed close under Rick's arm as they made their way home. When they walked inside their house, Carl was lying on the couch with his nose buried in a comic book.
"Hey." The teenager nonchalantly glanced up briefly. They both returned his greeting. "Oh! Dad, Carol and Maggie dropped off a bag of apples for you. They're in there on the kitchen table."
The smitten pair immediately went to investigate the brown paper bag. It was full of apples as Carl had said. Big letters in permanent marker spelled out "ENJOY!"
Rick smiled at Michonne, "That's what I'm talk'n 'bout." He nodded approvingly and went for the bag.
Michone just rolled her eyes, "Fucking apples." She mumbled, shaking her head as she walked away.
Rick agreed excitedly as if she'd given the apples a new name, "Yeah, they are." He chuckled happily as he followed her upstairs with the bag of 'fucking apples' in his arms.