Hey, Cool Kids. ;)
In this chapter Michonne and Rick finally make it to the promise land and it flows with Rick's Milk and Michonne's Honey. lol (Oh, Behave!)
I tried to add a little romance and respectability to elevate the smut (but its really just smut *shrugs*). The beautifully talented, Nina Simone is one of my favs. The songs I chose really speak to Richonne's relationship, in my opinion. Especially it's newness after such a long build up and in the relative peace they have before the Saviors show up. Check them out.
"Tell Me More and More and then Some"
"Keeper of the Flame"
"To Love Somebody"
"Feeling Good"
-comewithnattah
9:48 p.m. Day 1
Michonne walked into their room first, "I'm gonna take a bath." She informed Rick without looking back. Maggie and Carol's joke would've been funnier if Abraham hadn't interrupted her and Rick and he could have earned his apple. Sex with Rick high above the world would have been a mind-blowing, bucket list experience. She would remind him that he owed her a sunset fuck in the clouds and she was definitely going to collect.
Rick followed behind her, catching her by the arm, "Wait, wait, wait." He spoke in a rapid whisper to stop her, turning her to face him. He put his bag of fruit on the dresser so he could wrap her tight in both arms. "I'm not done with you," he said backing her up, step by step.
"Rick." Michonne giggled, playing dumb, "What are you doing?"
His blue eyes lit up like sparks from a socket. He answered her by storming the crook of her neck with lips, tongue and teeth.
"Rick!" She tried to push him off her with all the force of a hummingbird's wings. Her fraudulent attempt to stop him only making his desire for her more critical.
His hips flush against her, he bulldozed into her, nearly making her lose her balance. He had her hips firm in his grip though- a good thing too, as her knees went weak.
"Rick!" She whined as her core reverberated with a need almost equal to his own.
He was so hard, he bit his bottom lip at the stubbornness of his misbehaving cock but Rick could think of no reason to reel it in.
"Mmmm, Rick..." Michonne hummed as she gave in. Her thoughts melding with his, all of them turning to making love. She felt a tremor move through her, hotter than gossip at church. That heat pooled in the pit of her stomach and a warm wetness puddled into her panties.
He pressed her body with his against the tallboy dresser and his hands slowly took a tour of her body- from her exquisite neck and proud shoulders to her ripe breasts, where he set up camp, hiking the soft terrain with his rough hands.
He'd heard the saying 'the blacker the berry, the sweeter juice'. He always knew what people meant when they said it but now he had actually experienced the taste. He scoffed at what an understatement that was as he pushed her t-shirt up over her breasts, popped them out of her bra and zeroed in on her tight nipples, teasing them on his tongue with a sipping motion.
"Rick..." She called him as her breath snagged, this time wanting his attention. She licked her plump dark lips through her ragged breathing.
He brought his head up, invading her lips harshly but greeting her tongue in peace. "Yeah?" He spoke without breaking their kiss, never getting enough of her. He splayed his hands across her well-rounded behind, massaging her like he was being paid. He was. He was being paid in the only currency he cared to count: her moans, shivers and the sharp urgency in her voice whenever she called,
"Rick... baby..." She pulled back to speak, giggling at his voracity. "Baby, I really need to clean up." She told him, ignoring the fact that her bottom lip kept getting caught between his hungry teeth. "You gotta let me get..." she sighed, trying to get a word in over their smacking lips. "I want you to..."
"What?" He grinned playfully, finally taking a breath.
Michonne paused to work up the nerve to ask him. She'd never asked before, but she couldn't look at his mouth without thinking about it. For the second time in these few days, he'd brought to her into a new world without much warning. What he'd done earlier with that mouth, God... She wanted that feeling again. She'd do anything... even swallow her pride and ask for it, something she had never even been tempted to do with anyone else, she realized. Hopefully, he wouldn't make her beg, but she was ready if need be.
She huffed a breath to force out her words, "...kiss me here again." She reached between them. He watched, his mouth slightly parted, as she slid her hand down her abdomen to cup herself between her huddled thighs. Her knees faltered, "Please." She begged, even though there was no indication that she needed to.
If her eyes would have been open she would have seen Rick's entranced look as he basked in her request. If she didn't want him being smug, she certainly was not helping his modesty. He licked his lips as his mouth watered and his stomach dropped.
Rick was overwhelmed by her beauty, her loyalty, her trust in him. Sex had always been only a physical need for him. He would tell Lori he loved her during sex- and he did love her- but the sex was about them both getting off, rolling over and falling asleep. Sex with Michonne was more about the delivering actual love to her. He was handing over his love in the form deep strokes, dominating caresses and deafening orgasms. He physically put tangible love inside her and she took it to be just that. Their bodies communicated things their voices were still holding on to, but over Michonne's 'fuck'-s and Rick's 'fuckin' shit'-s, they heard each other loud and clear. Now she was asking him to serenade her with his tongue again so she could hear 'I Love You' echo between her thighs. He snapped out of his astonishment. "Damn, Michonne."
"What?" She opened her eyes with curiosity. He sounded upset.
"You're just... perfect and I don't deserve you." He said, straightening up from his crush on her body. Sometimes God's miracles were oddly placed. But he wasn't complaining just acknowledging that a major providential mishap or design had put her there under his touch. Rick was extremely grateful.
Michonne looked at him, running her fingers over the gray on his face. "What's there to deserve about me?"
She grinned and felt her heart clinch at his declaration when she was convinced that she was just a girl who made it past the end of the world and found the guy- the one guy- that she always wanted. She had been on a years long run hoping to find that secret stash of everything she needed, when she stumbled into life with him. She was simply lucky at the moment and she knew sometimes luck runs out. But that didn't scare her like it used to with Mike. She felt cocooned from all dangers when she was in Rick's arms and come what may, she was done taking breaks.
Rick chuckled, her question was so absurd, "I can't put it into words." He shook his head, lpoking her up and down .
She pressed a sweet, flippant kiss to his lips as she turned to run her bath. "Well you think about it... I'm going to get in this tub and soak a little. You check on Judith." She changed the subject without much thought. "My muscles are little sore from messing around with you and I need..."
Michonne wasn't hearing him. He had to speak in a different language for her to understand. Rick called her back. "Hey, 'Chonne. I'll get your bath ready. You check on the Judith. Then, would you go down to the basement, bring up a bottle of wine?"
"Ooooh, yes!" Michonne agreed. "Good call." She pointed at him. "A glass of wine is just what I need." She scoffed a little, "One thing we definitely have a lot of is wine. Not so much food. But..."
"You and me- we'll go to the Hilltop, talk to Gregory about that tomorrow... get us some more meat and potatoes... keep you nice and thick." He slapped her behind, his gaze taking in the bounce as he sent his woman off, giggling.
Michonne came back to the room with the open bottle of red in her fist and, in her other hand, two wine glasses, crisscrossed between her fingers. She was met at the door by a soft orange glow coming from the master bathroom. She smiled and gave a short giggle when she saw that Rick had arranged a number of candles all over the bathroom, large scented candles to tea lights- whatever he could find. The room was fragrant but so humid with tiny little flames and the piping hot bath water (just like she liked it). Rick had to open the window for a breeze, making the sheer white curtains breathe in and out over the window sill.
Michonne stood in the doorway near the sink, taking in the scene as foam piled up around the water falling in the tub. Rick had just gotten out of the shower himself. His chest beading with droplets, his curls slick and tight as he sat on the edge of the tub, naked- save for the towel around his waist. His arm was hanging in the water to test the temperature when he looked up and saw her standing there.
"Judith was okay?"
"Sleeping like a baby." She giggled at her own joke.
"Carl?"
"Knocked out on the couch."
"You locked the door?" He asked her, covering all his bases before he started the next round. She nodded. "Good. Press play." He instructed her, his brow jumping in the direction of the CD player on the sink beside her. Her lips slowly curled, detecting a surprise.
Even before they were an official couple, Rick loved to come home bearing gifts for Michonne. Maybe he'd find a little vague reminder of some inside joke they shared. He'd present it to her and see if she could guess the reference. They'd laugh, reliving whatever circumstance had made the memory for them. Sometimes he brought her back stuff that was really for him, like those white lace panties that, so far, he never let her wear more than five minutes. This time he found something for them both. He knew Michonne loved her music. And one day, many, months ago, after a fireside conversation on the road, they happily found out they could agree on one artist in particular.
She sat the bottle and glasses down on the sink counter. With the push of a button, she sent the CD spinning. The brash melodic chord of a piano began followed by a harmonica's bluesy wail and the droning of a lazy high-hat.
I want more and more and then some
Daddy you know what I wanna hear
A distinctly deep, nasally voice came belting out the speakers. Michonne's mouth dropped open in shock. "Stop playin'." She said with an excited grin. "Nina Simone?"
Rick inclined his head with a tilt and confirmed with pride, "Nina Simone."
She stopped to listen, her eyes focused on the little two speaker player as she remembered the words to this lesser known song.
I want more and more and then some
of how you feel and then
When you dun told me 'bout a million times how much you love me
and you through
start right back in again
"Where did you find her?" Michonne was amazed.
"We went to a lot of stores yesterday looking for what Eugene needed to fix the grid. I lucked up." Rick explained as her happiness shined in her wide eyes.
Michonne took in all of the ambience. "There's a lot of romance going on in here." She said with her gorgeous smile, still looking around, "I don't think I'm ready for all this."
Rick stood up and walked over to her, his bow-legged amble magnified by his hairy bare legs. "That's because you're overdressed."
She laughed at his insinuation and asked shyly, "Could you help me with that?"
Smirking with the ocean in his eyes, he obliged, pulling her shirt over her head. Her locs fell back loosely to her smooth toned shoulders and back. He twirled her around to the melody of the music. Catching her in his arms and pressing her back to him, they swayed back and forth together.
The waiting's been so long, so long
It's hard to be believing
I thought I'd missed my guess
I thought happiness for me was lost
Her bra fell away and Rick unzipped her pants, pushing them down over those baby-making hips along with her panties until they bunched up around her ankles. She waited for his touch again but when it didn't come, she stepped out of her clothes and turned to find him sitting back on the tub attending her naked figure like a connoisseur of art.
"What?" She was puzzled by his intense gaze.
"I told you, you're perfect. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't believe... this..." He extended his arms, tracing his hands through the air over the outline of her body, "... is all mine."
Michonne looked down at herself. "Well, believe it." She promised, "You wrote your name all over me."
I want more and more and then some
You know how I love that stuff
She still stood in the threshold of the door wanting him to attack her like he does. He still sat across the room on the bathtub, wanting to see her slink over to him like he loves.
"Your water's gonna get cold." He reminded her, prodding her to him.
Whisper from now on till Doomsday
But I never
No I never
No I never will get enough
She sighed and began to switch her hips, walking to him as 'Keeper of the Flame' began to play. The whirling measure of a flute introduced the regal voice of the black musical genius into the scene once again.
I'm the keeper of the flame
My torch of love lights his name
Ask no pity, beg no shame
I'm the keeper of the flame
He held her hand as she she put one foot down into the white bubbles and met with the piping hot water underneath. "Ooooh! That feels good." She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she slid down deeper. She pulled all her hair to the top of her head and moaned as the water's high temperature stung her skin.
"You're making me jealous." Rick grinned watching her enjoy the relaxing heat.
She teased him with a wicked eye, "This bath is hitting all the right spots."
"What about this spot?" He reached his hand into the water running it along her leg, bringing it up to the joining of her thighs. She bent her knees up out of the water, letting her legs fall open. She could read his face like a map. She knew right where he was headed and she was waving him in.
He slid his index finger into her gooey center, looking at her with heavy lids. He moved his hand back and forth between her folds lightly. She smiled dreamily. He pulled away and came back with two fingers, curving upward, he moved them deftly til he got the reaction he was looking for.
Michonne suddenly splashed the water, grabbing his wrist with both hands, her mouth fell open to draw in an excited breath. Rick smiled, pleased with himself, repeating his question, "What about this spot, baby?" He continued to operate his digits with skill.
"Yes!" she said to the feeling. "No..." She remembered the question, "...that spot belongs... to you." She muttered out as she trembled.
"Good." He growled, bringing his tongue onto his lips slowly. "Tell me again." He moved to her back and knelt on the floor, hovering above her head and went deeper, applying more pressure. His wrist pressed against her clit, she sank down into the water grinding on his hand making his touch more intense. "Tell me again." He put his soft lips to her ear, purposely grazing her lobe with his tongue then clamping down with his teeth.
"It... mmmm... it's... yours... belongs to you." She tried to remember what he was asking her to say. Did this spot deep inside her belong to him? Oh. Fuck, yes! That spot and every other. She wished she had more for him to claim. "Only you."
"So you know what I want, now. Don't you?" The skin on her neck tingled. Her eyes closed tight at the mounting ripples moving from outside to inside of her, from her clit to her g-spot and inside to outside of her, her g-spot to her clit. The word 'want' fell off his tongue and she let his wrist go and clutched the sides of the tub anchoring herself before the crash of that hurricane brewing on his fingers swept her away. "I want it." He told her sternly. "Give it up."
Gladly. She did as ordered and he felt her canal collapse on his fingers. Michonne gave him a bonus, crying out his name over the words of the song. Her head was swimming. She rested back against the smooth white surface of the tub, finally bringing her hands up to wipe away the sheen of sweat on her face.
When the fire is burning out
And the angels call my name
Dying love will leave no doubt
I'm the keeper of the flame
"I was think'n 'bout bath'n you." He said with quiet authority, as he grabbed the bottle of wine and poured her a glass. He handed it over, looking down at her wallowing in all the sensations she was felling, "But n'stead, I'm gonna keep my hands to myself... let you relax." He leaned over to kiss her forehead as she took a lazy sip. "So I can work you up all over again... so hurry up." He said using the compelling bass in his voice that made her want to crawl after him as he left for the bedroom.
At those words, Michonne didn't dawdle. She turned her eyes to the line up of body washes and bubble baths to her left. Thanks to Rick's scavenging, her collection stood at 32. Lavender Peppermint (her favorite), Mango Coconut, Mandarin Lemon, Rose Petal, Honeysuckle (the country boy's favorite), Warm Brown Sugar... She went with Rick's favorite, a smile of anticipation commandeering her face.
She'd finished her wine and now had a serene buzz as she emerged from the water with heat-swollen skin. She wrapped a towel around her, under her arms, blew up out the candles and tip toed into Rick's presence.
One hand tucked under his head, he was on his side of the bed, waiting for her patiently. He seemed to quietly contemplate the ceiling, but his mind was full of her and his other hand was full of his splendid cock as he soothed that savage beast beneath his towel.
He sat up, throwing his feet on the floor. He summoned her with an outstretched hand and she took it... and a deep breath. "Get over here, woman. I wont bite." he said in a sarcastic tone. Michonne pursed her lips and cocked a brow, smiling doubtfully, causing Rick to amended his promise. With a chuckle, he shook his head like a man with no choice, "No, I am... I am. I'm gonna bite."
She sucked her teeth with imaginary annoyance as she stood before him, dropping her head back with a wider smile. "God. You're terrible."
"And you're fuck'n beautiful." he said looking into her face. Should he worship her or lay waste? He leaned forward and slipped his hands under her towel. He dragged his eyes downward as his hands ascended her curves and the ends of her thick cotton covering slowly exposed her sex, making him groan as he rubbed his nose in the neatly trimmed curls before him.
He pushed into her further and moved his head in a nodding motion, then in circles, nuzzling that powerful nub with his nose, breathing deep. Michonne stood there smiling at his antics, with her hands on his shoulders. He could smell the Honeysuckle and he knew it was for him. Just the mental picture of this woman thinking of him as she covered her body in creamy suds, made him leak under his towel.
Miss Simone changed it up once more, singing live and tickling the ivories, describing with her signature quiver how it feels 'To Love Somebody'.
There's a light
A certain kind of light
That's never shone on me
I want my whole life to be
Lived with you
Lived with you
He eventually released the tip of his tongue, flicking that little magic button. When her hands pulled at his hair, he smirked at her tell, but quickly set his mind back to business.
She was already trembling, every breath sounding like it could be her last when he pressed his tongue broadly to the entire surface inside her fleshy lower lips and licked up to her throbbing bud in one painfully slow motion. He was merciless and she felt a strange but sweet pang being pulled out of her as he lifted the hood of her clit with his teeth and started to suck at her insistently. She wasn't even standing under her own strength by the time she ruptured and his chin dripped with all her buttery goodness.
"Fuck, Rick!" She called out, louder than she meant to, her features crumpling in ecstasy.
Michonne was on her toes, her nerve endings too sensitive to put her feet flat on the floor. Fittingly she was in lift off position, because Rick was about to send her past the moon and stars. He grabbed her wrists tight, took her hands out of his hair and laid back on the bed, pulling her on top of him. Bending to his will, she mounted him, settling over those menacing inches that were ready to leave her walls strained around his girth.
But Rick kept pulling her further up his lean chiseled abs, up over his broad beautiful chest. She kept hesitating to follow where he was leading, nervous of this position. "C'mon Chonne. Bring it here." He told her impatiently as she looked skeptically into those dangerous eyes, flashing like his old cruiser's spinning blues. Rick wanted her to know she couldn't outrun the law. "Wont be nothin' left of you when I'm done."
"God!" She whimpered. Michonne tried to get her mind right as Rick slid his arms under her thighs and curled up around them, reaching down into the sweetest spot known to man. His tongue penetrated her slit and he drove into her over and over as his savage hands wandered all over her chocolate skin. Rick kept pulling her hips, rolling her onto his tongue until she felt comfortable enough to move by herself.
I'm a woman
Can't you see what I am
I live and I breathe for you
What good does it do
If I ain't got you, if I ain't got you
Soon enough she was sliding down on his tongue as the force of her breathing dried her throat and the man below her used his mouth to venerate her most sacred and secluded spots in a way that was pure sacrilege. She could feel it coming, her eyes rolling back like a woman possessed. She fell over from the explosion ripping through her. Michonne saw literal fire works behind the lids of her eyes and covered her face with her hands but Rick pulled them away wanting to see the full effect he'd had on her.
Oh you don't know
What it's like
Baby you don't know
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you
Wiping his mouth, he laid himself next to her, diagonally across the bed. Michonne was vibrating with a steady peaceful hum. He loved when she floated like this. He kept holding her through the end of the song. As soon as that one was over another song took control of the room. Acoustic lyrics from one of Nina's most popular songs diffused through the dewy air.
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
"Hey," He called to her, trying to break through her near catatonic state. "Cum one more time for me Chonne. Damn!" The realization washed over him, "Can't get enough of you."
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Michonne shook her head. "I can't... I'll die." She said with her hand to her chest feeling her heart as it tried to escape her body. "I might die anyway."
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel
"You might." He gleamed into her cheek.
It's a new dawn, It's a new day, It's new life for me
Michonne gave a weak giggle. "You talk the most shit, Grimes."
Yeah, It's new dawn, It's a new day, It's a new life for me
They chuckled together as he slyly rolled his body onto hers, keeping her distracted with conversation. "Hey, I'm just repeat'n what you said." He took her hand from her chest and held it tenderly, planting kisses soft and slow on her lips as she tried not to smile and failed. "You'll die happy..." Rick whispered a promise at her finger tips. "We'll die together."
Oooooooooooo...
He gave her his rock-hard length- the last thing she needed, but the only thing she wanted in that moment. Rick piped up, "Fuckin' shit..." he sank into her and his entire body celebrated. He managed to break her down further- from pieces, to fragments, to dust, to atoms. He scooped all of her up in his large hands and tucked her away neatly in blinding passion as he progressed further inside her and accelerated his charge. The mattress springs squeaked and the headboard shook as Michonne's heels dug in underneath her and her fingernails scraped his scalp. Her moans were low but the magnitude of his motions played out over her face. Rick was so engrossed in her, his own release caught him unaware just as she blissfully tensed around his waist. They grunted in unison as they knocked wind out of each other.
Somehow, they both survived the megaton climax they experienced together.
Though, Michonne was a little worse for wear.
And I'm feeling good