Michonne diligently stood at the stove. She had decided on broiled sirloin steak and freshly made mashed potatoes. She figured Merle wasn't too keen on vegetables, and that he'd be tickled to try her home-cooking either way. He was in the shower and her body grew tense as she listened to the sound of the shower go on for 10 consecutive minutes.
She jumped abruptly and her breath got caught in her chest once she heard the shower click off. He was done and was most likely soaking wet...naked. She kicked herself for the thought. The previous thought of the lukewarm water hitting against his strong outdoorsy body; his chest and to die for stomach...all the way down to his big, hard- -She furiously shook the thoughts from her head, but truth be told; she would certainly love to be a fly on that wall. But no, she wanted to have a lovely dinner, free of incident. For her sanity she needed a peaceful dinner without being caught in the throes of sexual desire.
She had Andre' sitting up at the table in his high chair. The boy eyed the perimeter of the table, apparently in deep thought. He then looked up hopefully at his mother. "Ma!" He shouted jovially. It was hard to believe but that wasn't his first time speaking. He was as quiet as he was happy, he only called for her when he really wanted attention. The sound of her beloved son's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She gently picked him up and bounced him against her chest.
"You're such a momma's boy, aren't you?" She asked with a smile.
He paused, then repeating the previous phrase "ma". He knew basic words but he only spoke small words when he was compelled to do so. He was never really fussy though. His eyes lit up and he laughed gleefully as he saw Merle open the bathroom door dressed in a white t-shirt and black silk boxers.
Merle had nice legs and calves, muscular and lean as he made his way to the table in powerful strides. He scruffed up Andre's thick curls and smiled at him. "Whatchu' laughin' for, huh?" He playfully pressed.
"M-M...," Andre' looked at Merle thoughtfully. He reached for his nose, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Don't be rough, with ol' Merle!," He said with a chuckle as he plucked him from Michonne's arms. "I like my nose where it's at!"
"M-Mer!," Andre' shouted excitedly. "Mer!"
Michonne's mouth dropped and Merle looked back at her, raising his brow. Mer? Well that was dangerously close to Merle's name. Andre' couldn't pronounce his "L"s yet. But wow, what a milestone!
"I didn't know he could talk," Merle said in amazement, looking to Michonne. "He's a quiet little thing usually."
"He likes you." She said, turning her attention back to the stove. She couldn't believe how enamored Andre' was with Merle. Here was a guy that was as rough as the Grand Canyon holding a child...and not scaring him. Merle certainly had a checkered past, but he may just win stepdaddy of the year.
Merle was happy that he was winning Andre' over. The budding relationship with the excitable tyke would do him some good. He hadn't held a child since Daryl was small. It bought back the better memories of the two brothers. He walked up behind Michonne and gently smoothed his hand on one of her shoulders as he held Andre'. "Dinner smells great." He said with a smile.
Her body tingled. "Thank you," She finally said. She faced him and smiled at him and Andre'. "Since when were you so good with kids?" She asked with her hand on her hip.
"Guess he knows that I'm a nice fella," He said with a wink. This playing house thing was kind of nice...and becoming of him. Him and Michonne were in a great place right now, things were so natural this way. He walked towards the table and sat down with Andre' on his hip. She began fixing their plates. She placed them on the table and turned to the refrigerator, she then began putting together a small meal for Andre'. After removing Andre' from Merle's lap she placed him in his highchair with a small plate of food in front of him. She sat down and looked at Merle intently. Like a hungry dog he dug into the savory smelling, home cooked meal. "Damn, woman...I might have to marry you." He said, in awe of the delightful taste of the tender steak and lush potatoes.
"Oh please." She said with a smile, then taking a spoonful of potatoes and daintily tasting her work. She made a sound of content. Merle was not only drooling over her home-cooked meal, but every pleasant noise she made as she ate her food. The poor guy was hard from watching her eat. She knew she was attractive, and as modest as she was about her cooking she knew she was damn good at it.
After dinner she put Andre' to bed and sat on the bed for a moment. She sure was tired, she fell to the bed and exhaled deeply. She fixated her gaze on the doorway as she saw Merle leaning against it. "That was the best dinner I've had in a long time," He mused. "Thank you." He said with genuine humility. She sure could bring that out of him.
She sat up and smiled at him. She was doing that a lot these days. But it was good for her...Merle seemed to be good for her.
"Any dessert?" He asked, licking his lips.
She stood up. "I hadn't made anything but I'll see what is left around here, if that's what you want." Before he could respond, she dutifully made her way past him and back into the kitchen.
She dimly caught on to the bold innuendo, but she hoped that he actually did want something to eat. She walked up to the counter and began rummaging through the counters. Her heart nearly leapt out of her throat as she felt Merle's body pressed against hers. "Sweetheart," He purred in his irresistible southern drawl. "That ain't the dessert that I was talkin' bout." Damn. He loved being alone with her, she loved it too. She was both excited and frightened by his bold proclamation of desire. He was passionate and so raw. He moved her dreads to the side and gently kissed her neck as his hands took inventory of her soft shoulders, then down to her gorgeous hips. He was enamored by her figure and exotic look; the way she carried herself. It just made him want her that much more. His hot breath on her neck was labored, primal and sensual; soon ushering her own hoarse breathing.
"Ah." She murmured weakly, feeling the delicious bulge forming from his zipper pressing against her ass.
Damn. This man surely wanted her more than life itself. She closed her eyes and succumbed to his greedy touch. He smoothed his hands under her shirt, moving against her toned stomach. He reached her lush breasts and took each one in his grasp. His hands were firm and welcomed against her soft curves. He touched her like an aching man, a starving man. And fuck, he was certainly starved. "Don't make me beg, sweetheart." He warned, shutting his own eyes and sighing deeply. He was trying to be a good boy, but when he was around Michonne he just couldn't help himself. He was like an 18 year old again, panting like a dog.
She whirled around and faced him. He still had her pressed against the counter, his penetrating gaze meeting her pliant one. The desire was so strong, but a part of her just couldn't give all of herself to him. Touching, kissing and oral sex was only the tip of the iceberg. But she didn't want to make another mistake of giving herself to the wrong man. Her blissful youth was far behind her; she had Andre' to think about. She'd do anything but THAT. Despite how sinfully hot Merle's body was against hers, she had to keep some of her wits. But to her dismay her mouth salivated and her pussy tightened and moistened at the thought of him possessing her fully. He wanted to be patient but his male libido was running amok, he couldn't think about anything else either. "Sit on the couch." She told him.
Like an obedient dog he happily did so, then looking up at her with his sexy blue eyes. She kneeled down to him and began unfastening his pants, he was a bit dumbstruck. He uttered a word that he didn't think he'd ever say in the middle of any kind of sex. "Wait...," She looked up at him in surprise. As horny as he was he didn't want a cheap and quick way like oral sex. Yeah he loved it as much as the next guy but he kind of felt cheap and rushed. He wanted it, just not right now. He wanted her body, to feel her smooth and soft flesh against his own. "When are we going to make love?" He asked hopefully.
She ignored the question and turned her attention back to his muscular legs through his loosely fitting pants.
"Michonne?" She again ignored him, quickly unzipping his pants. He quivered with pleasure as he felt her soft hands caress his rock hard shaft. Oh fuck he liked that. He loved that. But no, he didn't want to do this right now. But shit, he loved it. Before he could protest she took him into her mouth. He groaned, sharp, pangs of pleasure shooting up from the tip of his dick to his back. He wanted to muffle his sounds, but shit her lips felt like Heaven, her tongue too. But he couldn't shake the feeling of being treated cheaply. She'd let him do everything else but put it in. Well, it was more than just putting it in...it could consummate things and he could experience her fully. But he was a man and couldn't deny her soft lips and giving tongue for long; no matter how resentful he became.
She took him in and out, roughly jerking his strained shaft as she did so. Her lips and tongue joined the fray once more. Fuck, he really wanted to hate it...to ease her away and demand more. But it was too good right now. He gritted his teeth. "Stop…" He reluctantly said, tuning out the boundless pleasure.
She did so, looking up at the disheveled and panting man. "What's wrong?"
"You didn't answer me." He pressed, batting his eyes suspiciously at her.
She laughed. "Why are you so serious all of a sudden?"
"Why won't you- -," He paused. He didn't want to seem like a pig, though he was to other women in the past…but he genuinely liked and cared for Michonne. He wasn't pressuring, he was only frustrated. She seemed to like him too, so why not? Has he not proved himself? "You think somethin's wrong with me?," He asked. "That all I'm good for is some quick oral?" A part of him was insulted.
She sighed and stood up, then sitting beside him. "That's not it." She assured him. What could she say? Should she just confess and admit what a romantic sap that she is deep down? Surely not. But as tough as Merle was he was distressed by the lack of intimacy. But come hell and high water, Michonne couldn't admit how sentimental she really was, how she really did like him. She hadn't wanted to make a mistake and ruin what they had.
"Okay," He didn't want to pressure her. He just liked her too damn much. It was dangerous…his feelings were dangerous. Fuck he wanted her, to make her become sure of him as a man and protector. He'd do anything for her and Andre'; but he was attracted to her. Nothing else was on his mind. Against his better judgment he pressed the issue. "Then tell me, sweetheart." He cajoled, gently caressing her thigh and looking longingly into her brown eyes.
"I don't want to make a mistake." She hesitantly replied, as she looked into the blue icebergs of Merle's eyes.
The gears in Merle's mind turned. "You think I'll be a mistake?" He asked, not hearing his distressed tone. His pride deflated and his bothersome hard-on subsided. A mistake. She thought that about him. The realization stung and she could see it in his eyes.
Before she could respond he stood up and headed towards the door. "Where are you going?" She inquired in genuine concern.
"I'm going out." Merle said dismissively.
Michonne watched in disbelief as Merle left. He was really hurt by the word "mistake". He made a lot in his life, but he never thought of her as a potential "mistake". Fuck he was mad…and hurt by her. He wasn't hurt by her refusing, just the fact that the word "mistake" left her full lips…the same lips that he had desperately kissed. He got into his truck and slammed the door shut. He leaned against the hard steering wheel and sighed. Mistake? That word plagued his brain. He shook it off and headed to the grocery store. Flowers. He wanted to get her flowers.
Merle Dixon wasn't the warm and fuzzy guy…but maybe that's what Michonne needed. Yes he was an excellent provider and protector; but romance was important. Unfortunately he didn't know the first thing about romance. His father was a bastard and there was no way he was asking his baby brother for love advice. The hell did he know about it anyway?
As hurt as he was he didn't want to give up on her. He wanted to show her that she wouldn't be making a mistake by giving herself to him; that he would stay. She was certainly cautious, but she was a classy and refined woman with strong desires. She couldn't keep them in forever, and he'd sure love to satisfy.
Michonne sighed and laid on the couch. She wondered if she was too hard on Merle; but she wanted to be sure of him. She obviously has feelings for him, but doing the glorious horizontal dance would set her over the edge. She certainly didn't want to fall in love with the high-strung older brother. But would falling for Merle be that crippling?
Merle arrived at the grocery store and hurriedly scanned the aisles. He was anxious to find flowers, but the best looking ones out of the batch. After 5 labored minutes of searching, he finally found the flowers, the bright, red roses catching his eye. He hoped that she liked roses. He just wanted to buy them and rush back home to her. Luckily the crowd wasn't bad at all, everyone must've had work in the morning. Good. Less assholes he had to see and navigate through.
While he stood in line 2 people caught his eye, he hoped that he was hallucinating but their was just no way. It was Mike and Dawn standing in line together... laughing. What the hell was that anyway? Merle wasn't jealous…just a bit unnerved. Dawn knew about him and Michonne…but did Mike know about him and Dawn? He hoped that either of them didn't see him. He sighed quietly and blinked the paranoia away and he made his way to the self-checkout aisle.
The drive home was filled with unanswered questions and a bit of worry. If certain connections were made, problems were sure to arise. He scoffed, who was he kidding? It was just a neighborhood slut and a petty drug dealer. If they tried anything he could drop em' both like a bad fucking habit. He smiled to himself as he briefly glanced at the bouquet of flowers. He seemed more at peace when he thought of her and Andre'. He wanted to protect them from everything, and prove that he is worthy of Michonne's affections. After the somewhat long drive he arrived home, he quietly opened the door and took notice of Michonne sleeping on the couch. He walked into his room and placed the bouquet of flowers on the nightstand, then making his way back into the living room. He briefly gazed at her, yep...she was out cold. He fought the urge to laugh at her, her mouth was wide open with a bit of drool. Even when she was like that he still liked her, he gently lifted her from the couch. After gingerly walking into his bedroom he gently placed her on the bed. She didn't move a muscle. She was definitely out, Andre' was sleeping good too.
He sighed, remembering that he had to retire to the couch once more. But oh well, his time should come around soon. He couldn't wait to have the opportunity to just lay with her...and to watch her sleep. In his heart of hearts he looked forward to all that romantic, sappy shit. The same shit that he used to look down on other men for doing. Imagine that.
Sorry for the long wait, I didn't forget about this story or my other two TWD stories! There's more updates to come, slowly but surely! Thanks for your support everyone! Please tell me what you think!
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