Special shout out to that one guest who leaves long ass reviews and everyone else who take time out of their busy schedules to throw down their own reviews. I adore you. I'm not going to turn The letter into a multi fic but maybe ill consider it later :) - anon
Glenn was staring at him. His expression was thoughtful and almost knowing. He looked as if he wanted to say something. But then again he always looked that way. Rick shook his head. Daryl was on his bad list. After walking out their room and being forced to leave a half-naked Michonne in bed didn't sit well with him. In fact it pissed him off. He didn't say a word to Daryl, he just glared in his direction. Of course Daryl was oblivious to this treatment. As well as to what he interrupted.
"Rick? You alright over there?" Glenn asked curiously, his wife stared at him as well. After sleeping for two hours Maggie was feeling better. But of course he wasn't alright, it was only minutes ago he had his mouth on a beautiful delicious women who haunted his thoughts from the moment he met her.
"Yeah. Why'd you ask?" He questioned him.
"You still seem pissed. I thought having you and Michonne ride together on the way here would give you two enough time to sort yourselves out." Maggie said. "I guess that didn't work." Her voice had a hint of sadness in it. He sighed not wanting to worry Maggie, he changed the subject.
"So I see you're feeling better. I'm glad." He mentioned opening the container filled with brown rice. Maggie graced him with a tired smile.
"Thank you, Rick. I meant to go to the doctor but there was this short lived period where I thought I was in the clear. Guess this sickness came back."
"Maybe you're pregnant." Sasha said absently as she dished up grilled lobster. Everyone's head snapped in her direction.
Maggie shook her head violently. "That's not possible, I can't have kids. You know that Sasha." Well that was something he didn't know.
Sasha shrugged still collecting food for her plate. "I'm just saying. You guys never used protection. Just so you know anything is possible Maggie." Glenn looked pale.
Daryl gnawed on some ribs staring at everyone. "There's a shop down the road. I'm sure they have tests for that."
"I'm not saying anything isn't possible… well maybe I am saying it. It's just… Ever since the accident, I've been to doctors and they've all said the same thing." Maggie argued. After meeting Maggie's father, Hershel. Curiosity nagged them into asking Maggie what happened to her father because he was missing a leg. Later she gave way to the nagging and told them she was in a three way car accident. It took the life of her sister, Beth and claimed Hershel's limb. However, Rick never knew the specifics of Maggie's injuries. But after putting pieces of the puzzle together he knew now.
Glenn rubbed her shoulders in an effort to calm her down. "I'll go to the shop and get something for you." With a reassuring pat Glenn got up. "It's better safe than sorry."
"You heading out now?" He asked after seeing Glenn reach for the car keys.
Glenn nodded in response. "Yeah, are you coming?" He needed condoms, desperately. If Daryl hadn't interrupted them earlier he would've had his first child in nine months. He nodded before scooping some rice into his mouth.
"Where is Michonne?" Sasha questioned suddenly still dishing food onto her plate.
He frowned. That was a good question. There was ample time for her to gather her wits. If she was having second thoughts about what occurred between them… He didn't want to think about it. He had no doubt they needed to talk, especially after what happened.
Clearing his throat he answered her. "She's still upstairs."
"I don't see you complaining about your room arrangements especially after what went down in the plane. But as Maggie said, you still look pissed." Sasha mentions. 'All because of your husband, all because of him.' He wanted to say it but decided against it.
"We're good." He said not bothering to elaborate.
He headed toward the car with Glenn.
"I never knew it was like that with Maggie. I mean I knew she had that accident but I didn't know you guys were going through this." The car was silent as they drove in search of Daryl's 'shop'. Maybe he shouldn't have said that they were both friends but there was always an invisible boundary.
Glenn pierced his lips. "We were just dating when that accident happened you know? We talked about graduating, getting married and having children of our own. But then there was the accident finding out about Beth broke her. Then she found out about her condition…I want to believe there's a possibility for her and for me."
He frowned at his friends words. There were no qualms that they were happy, but there was always that depth of pain they kept to themselves.
"I hope things work out for you guys. Either way you know we're always here for you both. All of us." He assured him.
A small smile crossed Glenn's Face. "I know. It's just something we've learned to accept..." Glenn trailed off when they came across a small store at the end of the corner.
Glenn killed the engine after finding a parking spot nearby.
"I thought Daryl was yanking my chain." He mentioned as Glenn opened the door for them.
"Really? I guess there is room for skepticism when it comes down to his word." Glenn stopped second guessing his earlier comment. "Then again he never lied to us before."
"He's not in my good graces at the moment." A woman greeted them at the counter. Her face held bright smile and she had dark hair that fell to her shoulders. She glanced at Glenn but her eyes sought him out.
"Hello, welcome to 'Tuk's' can I help you with anything?" He glanced around the store. The back of the little shop was littered with souvenirs and novelty items. Most grocery items were at the front but the items they came for were tucked away behind a glass cage.
"Ummm do you have any tests?" The women looked puzzled with his request. "A pregnancy test." Glenn added recognizing the confusion written on her features. Her face lit up in response. It was strange, she kept peering at him yet devoted her attention to Glenn. He found it creepy.
Glenn noticed.
"We have first response and clear blue but I recommend clear blue or you could take both."
"I'll take both, just to be safe."
With that she spun around to unlock the case. While her back was turned to them Glenn pinned him with a stare. He shrugged it off. He knew what he was thinking. After retrieving both boxes and resting them on the counter she licked her full lips and turned towards him.
"Can I get anything for you sir?" Glenn stared at them quietly observing their exchange.
Just something about the woman didn't sit well with him. Even as she leaned over the counter revealing the top of her breast. He cleared his throat keeping his eyes leveled with her face.
"A box of condoms." If he thought she was smiling before he was wrong. She bit the bottom of her lip. He had to give her credit. She was trying hard, but it didn't do anything for him.
"Well we have rough rider, Trojan magnums and Durex. I recommend Trojan magnum, but of course only get that if it fits." She drew the last words out.
"Magnum." He said simply. This situation didn't need to be drawn out longer than necessary. This woman didn't seem to catch on that her advances were making him uncomfortable.
Her eyes darted to his left hand. Like a ring would stop her. "You sure that's going to fit?"
"Positive." He was short. All he wanted to do was hold Michonne until the cringe from this encounter went away. Slowly she turned around and at that moment she decided her pants were sliding off her flat hips. Gripping the loops she pulled them up slowly. Sometimes you just needed to stop. She pulled a box from the case. There were about 3 condoms in a box, they were staying here for about twenty days before they headed back to prepare for the new semester. Just the thought of Michonne made him hard and he sure as hell didn't want to come back to this shop. He made some mental calculations and added some extra digits just to be safe.
"Make it ten boxes." She nearly stumbled her head snapped towards him, her mouth dropped open and she stared at them a look of suspicions briefly passed her features. She quickly masked any sign of shock.
Glenn's mouth was still hanging open.
"I'll need your homes call number. It's a way to keep track of your purchases." She explained her hands hovering over the keyboard. He called off the digits and she typed it in. "That's a three suite home?" The woman questioned him.
"Yeah." She nodded as if understanding finally dawned, like it all made sense, her eyes quickly darted to Glenn then back at the monitor. She seemed slightly disappointed but her interest didn't waver when she glanced back at him.
"It was charged to your home account. I hope you both enjoy the rest of your day." Her smile was sweet as she packed the items. But he really wanted to get the hell out of that shop. After snatching the bag in a polite way, though there was no polite way to do that. He stalked out of the shop with Glenn behind him.
"I just need to know. Why did you buy so many condoms?" The questions Glenn directed towards him were the same. Even as they walked the gravel path to their vacation home. He still gave him the same answer.
"Because, you never know who needs it." Glenn shook his head in disbelief.
"Even if I did use them, that's not my brand."
"You forgot about Daryl."
"It's 30 condoms, Rick. 30!" He knew that already, he counted. Glenn seemed exasperated. Slipping the keycard in the door he opened it. Everyone was still settled in the dining area with the addition of Michonne. A smile tugged at his lips, god she was beautiful. He just wanted to hold her, kiss her and make love to her.
He probably looked like a love struck fool.
"You guys sure took your time at that shop." Daryl pointed out, fighting a scowl he realized Daryl was right. They could've walked there without breaking a sweat.
"We went there and the cashier was eyeing Rick down." Glenn took the bag from him taking his items out before tossing the bag back. He sat next Michonne and inhaled her scent. Memories of the smell and taste of her arousal assaulted him. His jeans were way too tight. Michonne was quite.
"She thinks we're into polygamy, Glenn." Sasha's face turned sour at his words. From the look she gave him and Glenn after finding out their three rooms were occupied, one would think they were all swingers on a getaway.
"Why on earth would she think that?" Sasha questioned staring at them, Daryl just laughed.
"Because Rick bought 10 boxes of condoms. But that didn't stop her from having sex with you in her mind." Glenn tapped his temple. Everyone stared at him. Including Michonne, whose head twisted sharply toward his. He wanted to pull her close enough to taste those full lips...
"Sounds like you and Ms. Cashy are going to have a blast." She teased him, but there was bite laced in her tone.
"Michonne." He didn't want a fight, in fact he just wanted to bury his face in her pussy again.
"Rick." She'd pity him if she knew how uncomfortable he was. He moved his chair closer to hers and threw an arm around her.
"We'll talk. Okay?" Asking her was about making sure she didn't forget what he said. They were going to talk about what happened, about them. He was right, they weren't going back from this. He paid no mind to the eyes that kept staring at them.
Averting his gaze she nodded.
"Why do you need thirty condoms?" Daryl asked reaching for the bag of said item. "Are you and Michonne splitting these up or something?" Oh, he didn't know the half of it. Soft hands gripped the inside of his thigh beneath the table. His eyes darted to Michonne, though she faced forward he could make out a small smirk on her lips. His woman played dirty. He liked that.
For the remainder of their dinner, the conversation shifted from the amount of condoms he bought to the schedule Sasha created for them. Sasha had print outs hand handed it to all of them after they finished dinner.
"So we're going on a tour tomorrow and the day after that we rest?" He questioned Sasha after studying the hand out.
"Yes and for those of us who like to sleep," Sasha stared pointedly at her husband. "Better get up bright and early. Maggie I'll understand if you want to sit out you know." Despite knowing that Sasha put a lot into planning this trip he really didn't want to be on a schedule. He wanted to relax, sleep and maybe go for a swim.
"I don't think I can do this Sasha." The minute those words left his mouth Sasha's head did a complete 360 to his direction.
"You don't think you can do this?!" The words sounded foreign when they left her mouth.
"I appreciate what you did but this vacation was meant for us to relax. All of us. And abiding by schedules isn't going to do that for us." He could see the thirst for blood in Sasha's eyes.
"He's right, we should just wing it." Michonne spoke up beside him. Her hand was still on his thigh getting closer to his groin.
"I spent an entire night calling people, booking shit and now you two don't want to do this?" Sasha asked incredulously. He tried to pay attention to the angry words leaving Sasha's mouth but that was proving difficult. It wasn't as if he didn't appreciate her efforts. He did.
"Sasha," he stressed her name, "We appreciate everything you did but yes. We don't want to do what you planned." Daryl choked on air and Michonne coughed shaking her head scooting further away from him.
Sasha blinked her eyes rapidly her hands gripping the edge of the table before getting up and leaving. Daryl shook his head at him and mouthed a sarcastic thank you before following his wife.
Michonne
After a heated Sasha stamped upstairs the rest of them retired for the night. Of course she was going to try save him from her friend's wrath. But when he took that extra leap she didn't want any part of that. Sasha was built on organization and when Rick opposed to that, it made her angry. It was only day one of their trip and no one was having much of a vacation.
When she came down stairs she was met with a crying Maggie who explained what was going on with her. She sympathized with the emotions Maggie felt. After accepting the fact that she could never have children she was suddenly faced with the possibility of a child. She couldn't say she was ever in the same situation but she understood how she felt.
And of course women would hit on Rick. She couldn't blame them but that didn't stop the jealousy she felt upon hearing Glenn speak about Ms. Cashy or whatever her name was. Rick's blue eyes peered at her after shutting the door.
"What's wrong Michonne?" He asked her. Drawing her knees to her chest she watched quietly as he lay next to her.
"What are we Rick? Are we going back to the way we were? Are we some type of friends with benefits now? I already know how I feel I just need to know what you feel." There was moment of silence between them.
"When I first met you, you were so fascinating to me. I wanted you from that day. But you never showed any signs that you were even remotely interested. So I pursued other relationships. They'd never work out because I still wanted you." He sighed. "What I'm trying to say is, Michonne, if you want me take me. I won't go back to just being your friend." His eyes were honest.
"All these years and we just realized what was before us the entire time." She wanted to weep tears of joy. She reached out and grabbed his hands. Her thumbs traced over the rough texture of his palm before kissing each one.
He had a smile on his face when she looked at him. Grabbing her elbows he pulled her over him and she kissed his lips.
"You mean a lot to me." He said when she pulled back. Reaching up her hands dove into his curls. Her fingers curled around the soft strands of his hair. Swallowing, a heavy ache settled in her chest.
She kissed him again delving her tongue into his mouth, pouring everything she felt into that one kiss. It was a feeling of freedom, she was free to say what she wanted to him, to touch him whenever she wanted to, she didn't need to hold back anymore and that made her happy. She even grinned against his lips.
Rick broke their kiss curious to know what made her laugh against him. "What?"
"Remember that time I implied that you had tiny penis." His face transformed into a scowl.
"What is your point?" Someone's a little touchy.
"It was just something I remembered." Only because she felt something sizable getting harder against her thigh. His hands moved down her back to palm her ass, pressing her closer to his erection.
"Your boyfriend doesn't deserve this treatment." He whispered against her lips. Her eyebrows rose in delight at his title.
"So you're my boyfriend now? And what treatment?" She knew what he was referring to but they always had fun teasing each other.
"Yes, I am. I'm talking about the constant inaccurate insinuation of the size of my cock."
"Oh, big words there. I may not be a math genius but I know what 4 inches is." Rick nearly choked. It was so easy to catch him off guard. He just slipped his hands in her jeans, squeezing her ass and ground his erection against her.
"Does that feel like four inches to you?" He growled, kissing the nape of her neck. Adjusting her hips she spread her thighs apart. Now sitting directly over his length she moved her hips back and forth. The panties she threw on earlier were already wet.
"Rick..." She whispered breathlessly when he found a sweet spot on her neck. "You know what I want?" His hands trailed beneath her shirt reaching the clasp of her bra then releasing it.
"What do you want Michonne?" His husky voice sent a shiver down her spine. He pushed her up to take off her shirt, her bra going with it. She braced herself on his chest before deciding to slip her hands beneath his shirt. Licking her lips she let her fingers toy with the button of his jeans. Rick was busy rubbing the sides of her breasts.
"I want to ride you." She heard the sharp intake of his breath, he froze beneath her.
"You'll be the death of me." He groaned out, hands went back to her hips kneading them beneath the fabric of her shorts. His mouth covered one of her taught nipples. Laving at her nipples he savored the hard texture. Her hands darted to his hair, the feel of his mouth made her clit pulse in an ache for relief. Dipping her thumbs in the waistbands of her shorts she tried to pull them off. With his hands were still kneading her flesh, Rick dragged them down her thighs his mouth still latched onto her breast.
Naked. She was completely naked after she kicked her pants to the side. She mourned the loss of his mouth after he pulled away to take in her appearance. The heat from his gaze made the hair on her skin rise. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip. He wasn't even touching her yet she felt creamy moisture gather between her legs. She rubbed her pussy along the length of his cock over his jeans. It didn't matter if she got his pants wet, she just needed to relieve the tension.
His hands went straight to the button of jeans. It seemed like forever before he pulled the zipper down. Grasping the waistband of his jeans she dragged them down his legs. His cock sprang up proudly, she had to remind herself to thank him for not wearing boxers. She couldn't help the grin that tackled he lips, he definitely wasn't four inches. She wrapped her hand around his length slowly stroking it.
"Michonne… this is taking a lot of my self-control." Laughing she moved up his body so the head of his cock rubbed against her wet slit. Clasping her waist Rick held in place making small thrust against her clit. Moisture from her arousal left a trail over his length. He kissed her passionately. His tongue slid over her bottom lip then her top before delving to tangle with hers.
She broke their kiss "Rick…" she kissed him again before continuing. "Condoms." He was already a step ahead of her ripping apart a box and tearing open a condom with his teeth. Instead of covering his length he gave it to her.
"Since you want to ride me. It wouldn't hurt to put it on me." He explained then grabbed the base of his erection, holding it still for her. Never in her life did she find the sight of a man holding himself so arousing like now. Using two fingers she squeezed the tip of the condom and rolled it onto his shaft. Without hesitation she lean over Rick and reached behind her placing him at her entrance. Lowering herself onto him she braced her hands on either side of his head.
"Shit." She gasped silently, feeling pleasantly full. It was a bit overwhelming, she bit her lip to keep herself from moaning. She reached the hilt and stayed there. The room was silent besides Rick's heavy breathing. His hands went to her thighs and squeezed gently.
Sitting up she found that angle that nudge her perfectly. Taking advantage of their position she started rocking her hips back and forth slowly. Everything felt so perfect.
"That feels good." Rick whispered huskily. Shit she should've done this a long time ago. Using her knees she began to move up and down. She slid up the length of his shaft then back down slowly, it was intentional and she got the response from Rick she wanted. She could hear the rumble of his chest beneath her as he grabbed her hips effectively halting her movement. Raising his leg for leverage he began thrusting into her.
She released a surprised gasp, the urge to close her eyes and scream was overwhelming. The AC wasn't doing anything to prevent the sweat that dripped from her forehead. His mouth latched onto her neck suckling the sweat coated skin and her forehead fell against his.
"You. Feel. amazing." He groaned punctuating each word with a thrust. Damn, she was already out of breathe. Rick held onto her before reversing positions. The heavenly mattress felt all too good with Rick hovering above her. His eyes seem to bore into hers. With a quick movement she wrapped her thighs around Rick's waist silently urging him to move. His pace started slowing, mimicking the way she teased him earlier but she couldn't take it. She felt pressure build with every pump of his hips. Aside from the shameless moans the slipped pass her lips she could hear the wet slap of his hips. Every thrust was a little faster, deeper and more fulfilling than the last. Once again why didn't they do this sooner?
"harder!" she moaned out when the head of his cock rubbed against her g-spot. He gave her what she wanted and her hips raised eagerly to me every sing thrust. Suddenly, hernown orgasm to her by surprise.
"Fuck!" She shouted unable to stop her legs from trembling, she trapped Rick between her thigh. He didn't seem to mind as he kept thrust through her orgasm. They were both caught up in each other, in the moment. They didn't realize what was happening until it happened.
"Holy shit!"
Rick went stoic above her. She could see lust and pure irritation in his eyes. He craned his head towrd the direction of the intruder. He didn't even make a move to pull out.
"Um..oh.. What..I'm s-sorry. I really didn't mean this." She recognized Glenn's voice buy the door.
"Just leave." Rick's voice sounded strained. She scowled at him when she heard the door shut.
"What if that was important Rick?" She admonished him.
"I have my cock inside you and you think I care about anything else?" He leaned down to plant kisses over her face.
"Your being a selfish ooooohhh gooood." Rick covered her breast with mouth before pounding in her. He pulled out just enough before started a barrage of short unrelenting strokes. Her next orgasm blinded her. She was on cloud nine and after a few uneven strokes Rick followed suite emptying himself inside the condom.
"Holy shit." Rick muttered trying to catch his breathe.
She echoed his words. "Holy shit, indeed."