Chapter 5

Part 1

As soon as Michonne and Morgan had left on their date, Rick walked next door and asked (or begged, really) Maggie to host everyone at her home the following evening.

"I need them out of the house," he explained. "Just for one night."

Maggie gave him a knowing look and responded, "Sounds to me like it's time for a Family Game Night. I'll let everyone know that their presence will be required."

With one obstacle out of the way, Rick made his way to the community pantry to take care of the next one. The pantry was where everyone went not only for food but also for medicine and toiletries and household items; it served as the general store for all of Alexandria. It would be closing soon, but he still had a few minutes to take care of business. Just in case, he told himself. Just in case. Rick strode in and saw that Jessie was on duty, helping another resident get what she needed. Of course, Rick grumbled to himself, but I'll be damned if I'll let that stop me. He waited until the other resident left, then picked a box of condoms up off a shelf. He walked over to Jessie sitting at the check-out area and boldly placed the box on the counter, keeping his expression perfectly unreadable.

"That'll be it for today," he said serenely.

Jessie's eyes widened and darted back and forth between the box and his face. She didn't move for a long moment, as if trying to evaluate if this were some sort of joke at her expense.

"How's Ron? Better than this morning?" He was careful to keep his tone tranquil.

"He's fine," Jessie responded from between clenched teeth.

When Rick simply stood there and said nothing further, she checked off the item on her list and turned her back to him. Rick picked up his box and placidly ambled to the exit.

He returned home and waited as patiently as he could to discover the outcome of the last obstacle. He went through the motions of the evening — dinner with Carol and Daryl and the kids, bathing Judith and reading her a bedtime story before tucking her into her crib — but all the while, his mind was utterly preoccupied. Now, he sat in his bed, book in hand.

"The gods, not out of mercy, have made me strong..." Rick read for hundredth time. He sighed and set his book aside. For the last hour, he'd been alternating checking his bedside digital clock and staring at the same page without comprehending what he was reading. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock yet again. 12:06 am. I should have given her a curfew, he grumbled to himself. Not that she would have paid any attention to it.

Through the open entryway of his bedroom, he heard the front door being opened. Subdued laughter and hushed whispers floated up from downstairs. Softly, Rick swung his legs over the side of his bed and padded down the hall. As silently as he could, he crept down the stairs and stopped just before the landing. Peeking around the corner, he saw Michonne and Morgan standing close to one another in the living room. He knew he should feel guilty about spying on them, but he truly didn't care. Privacy be damned, he thought. All's fair in love and war, right? And this is kind of like both, so...

"...you for a lovely evening," Michonne was saying. "It was wonderful to just spend the time relaxing and getting to know you better."

"Well, thank you for gracing me with your company. Did I tell you how exquisite you look tonight?"

Michonne responded with her throaty laughter. "Only about a dozen times," she teased.

Rick ground his teeth. Are you kidding me?

Morgan leaned in close, and Rick realized that he was going for a kiss. Okay, that's it! he thought furiously, and he had to grip the handrail to stop himself from springing out of his hiding place and putting a stop to this nonsense. But at just the last moment, Michonne turned her face away and presented him with her cheek. Morgan paused, surprised, for a split second, but pressed his lips against her flawless skin.

"I would very much like to do this again," Morgan confessed. "Would you do me the honor of spending another evening with me? Perhaps in a day or two?"

Hell no, Rick thought. Hell no!

Michonne glanced down at the floor and hesitated. When she spoke, her voice was soft and calming, as if she was trying to blunt the edge of what she was saying. "Morgan, do you think that we could be friends?"

"Just friends?" he emphasized lightly.

"I think that would be for the best." She took his hand in hers. "I mean it, though. I'm not just trying to let you down easy. You're a wonderful man, and I'm so glad you're here now with all of us. I truly would like for you and I to be friends."

Morgan smiled gently at her. "We already are. And I think I understand. Perhaps this has something to do with Rick?"

Michonne paused for a moment before nodding. "It does. I'm not sure yet where that's heading, but I think it might go somewhere good, and I want to see it through."

"Of course. And you know where to find me if it doesn't work out."

Rick glided up the stairs, thankful that the harsh circumstances of the world had taught him to move without making noise. He'd heard enough to settle his mind and didn't feel the need to stick around any longer. With an elated grin on his face, he returned to his bedroom and quietly shut the door. A few minutes later, he heard Michonne's soft footfalls in the hallway outside as she made her way to her own room.

Part 2

The next evening found Michonne and Rick on the couch, enjoying the exceedingly rare pleasure of a quiet house. They had shared a bowl of popcorn as Rick had promised, sitting close together during the first half of her favorite movie, laughing together at all the funny parts, but Rick had declared an intermission in order to grab a couple of bottles of beer. When he returned from the kitchen with two ice-cold bottles, he sat down on the couch, patted his lap, and said, "C'mere."

Michonne's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "You want me to sit on your lap?"

Rick laughed heartily. "No, your feet. I made you a promise, remember?"

How could I forget? She thought to herself. Her time on the road had been rough on her feet, and she had felt the need to spend part of the morning exfoliating her heels and giving herself a pedicure. It felt silly and self-indulgent to be spending time on painting her toenails while the world went to hell outside Alexandria's walls, but if Rick's hands were going to be down there, she wanted her feet to be worthy of his attention.

She placed her feet squarely in his lap, her long legs stretched between them. She had decided to wear shorts, though she usually preferred pants, hoping his attention would spread upward from her feet if he had bare skin to encourage him. The sexual tension between them had been especially palpable the last few days, and Michonne wanted to give him every reason to think tonight was their lucky night.

Rick slid the palm of his left hand under one of her feet, cradling her heel in his hand. Placing the thumb of his right hand against her arch, he rubbed in slow circles, first in one direction, then in the other. He gently grasped her big toe between his thumb and index finger and squeezed lightly several times before moving on to the next toe, working his way to the smallest one. He proceeded to massage small clockwise circles into the ball of her foot under each digit, working backward from her pinkie to her big toe. Finally, he let her heel rest on his lap as he grasped the sides of her foot with both hands, and worked his thumbs in opposing circular motions moving down from the ball of her foot towards her heel. He squeezed and rubbed harder the lower he went, and Michonne loved the pressure he was applying.

The movie was still playing, but it was entirely forgotten at this point. As Rick moved on to her other foot, Michonne closed her eyes and laid her head back. She said, "You weren't lying. You really are good at this."

"I never make promises I can't keep," he murmured as his hands continued to work their magic.

"You're a fighter, but your hands haven't forgotten how to caress, have they?" she questioned softly.

At this, Rick stopped the slow circles his thumbs were making and brought her foot up to his mouth. He kissed her arch, slowly, sensually, keeping his eyes on her face to gauge her reaction. She gave him a small, seductive smile of encouragement, and he kissed her ankle next. It was so good to feel his lips soft against her skin. He trailed kisses up her calf, gently pushing her legs apart to make room for himself between them. As his lips made their way to her inner thigh, she was suddenly very glad she had decided to wear shorts. Warm pulses spread through her pussy with every kiss, every caress, and the higher up her leg he went, the stronger her desire for him grew. Finally, he had gone as far up her thigh as he could go, and his head hovered over her pelvis. He lowered his head to her womanhood, and she could feel his kisses pressing against her even through the shorts. He nuzzled her with his nose, rubbing against her clit as he did so, and sparks shot through her whole pussy.

"Rick," she moaned out, and reached for him, grasping him by the shoulders. He pulled himself up and slid atop her, his hips pushing gently against hers as their mouths met eagerly. She opened her mouth to him, and his tongue danced with hers. He increased the pressure of his hips against her, and she could clearly feel his erection pressing against her womanhood. She wrapped her legs around his waist and blindly untucked his shirt with her hands, eager to touch his bare skin. The feel of his hard muscles under her fingers as she explored his back and shoulders was like the stoking of a fire. One of his hands were up under her shirt, stroking the smooth skin of her belly, while he supported himself over her with the other. She broke their kiss and brought her lips to his ear, first teasing it with her tongue, then sucking his earlobe into her mouth. His low moan of pleasure made her breath catch, and she whispered in his ear, "Not here. Upstairs, my room."

As he sat up, she had to resist a strong urge to straddle his lap right then and there. Instead, she took him by the hand and led him up the stairway, noting the pronounced bulge in his jeans. Once in her room, Rick unfastened his gun belt, placing it on the top of her chest of drawers, then gathered her in his arms again. His lips sought hers, then moved down to her neck. He sucked at the delicate skin he found there, and Michonne clung to his shoulders as his hands moved under her shirt and over her back, then downwards toward her ass. He firmly grasped her cheeks in both hands, pushing her up against his bulging erection. He ground against her for several thrusts, mimicking the strokes she could hardly wait for him to give her. He slid his hands up to her breasts, between her shirt and her bra, cupping one in each hand and gently squeezing.

"Rick," she whispered. "Undress me."

He immediately complied, grasping the hem of her tank top and gently pulling it over her head. He crouched down on his knees as he unzipped her shorts and slowly slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them so that she was standing before him in only her ivory bra and thong. She thanked heaven that she'd had the presence of mind to borrow a bra from Rosita earlier that day, a pretty, lacy number that matched her thong perfectly.

Rick slid his hands up the back of her thighs and drew in a breath when he came in contact with her bare cheeks. He rubbed and squeezed them as he kissed the space between her navel and the waistband of her panties. He slid his thumbs under her thong at each side by her hips and, so slowly it tortured her, pulled her panties down to her feet. He gazed at her bare pussy and raised one of his hands, sliding a finger through her slit, gently, slowly. She was already so wet that the sound made by that contact filled the air around them. Rick groaned again. He leaned forward, grasped her by the hips, and gave her pussy a kiss, his mouth caressing her swollen outer lips. She wanted to tangle her fingers in his hair, grind her pussy against his face, but he didn't stay there. He rose to his feet, her moisture shining on his lips, and kissed her long and deep. His mouth found her cleavage, his tongue roaming over the top half her breasts left bare by the demi cups of the bra, before seeking her lips again. His hands slid around to her back and reached the clasp of her bra. As he unhooked it, he broke the kiss and took a tiny step back from her. Slowly, achingly slowly, he slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and down her arms, pulling the cups away from her body. The bra fell to the floor, and she stood before him in all her naked glory. He took in the sight of her flawless chocolate skin, her perfect teardrop-shaped breasts with their high-slung nipples, the firm muscles in her belly and arms and thighs paired so perfectly with her tiny waist and the voluptuous curve of her hips. She was hard in all the right places and soft in all the right places, and he could hardly believe that he was the one she was naked and waiting for. He felt like the luckiest man on earth.

But she thought that it was hardly fair that he was still wearing all of his clothes. She pulled his t-shirt over his head, delighted in the sight of his muscular chest and stomach. His pecs were covered with salt-and-pepper hair, just the right amount, in her opinion. His biceps flexed as he drew her naked body against his bare chest, and her nipples rubbed pleasurably against his skin. Her hands trailed down the line of hair leading to his navel, then traced over the hard ridges of his abs, before moving lower to finger the lines of his Adonis belt.

"God, that's so sexy, Rick," she moaned, and he flushed deep red at her compliment. She couldn't wait any longer. She quickly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans, pulling them down. He stepped out of them, toeing off his socks as he did so. His boxer briefs did little to conceal his enormous bulge, and she didn't hesitate to slide her palm back and forth over it several times. He groaned loudly at the contact and his breathing grew heavier, louder. Now it was her turn to get down on her knees, and she grasped his underwear at either side of his hips as she did so. She pulled straight down so that his erection caught on the waistband. She kept pulling, and his cock sprang out all at once, bouncing in front of her face. He stepped out of his underwear as she gasped with pleasure and took hold of his shaft with one hand. Her eyes were wide and a smile played around her mouth.

"You like what I have for you?" he asked her, though he surprised himself by asking such a bold question, and his blush deepened. A naughty grin spread over her lips. The truth was, he was simply huge. In girth, he was somewhat larger than average, but his length was astonishing. One look and she knew there was no way she was going to fit all of that dick inside of her. She wrapped both her hands around him, one next to the other, and his cock still had several inches to spare.

"If I would have known you had a dick this big waiting for me," she responded breathily, "I would have been fucking you this whole time." She leaned forward and gave his shaft a kiss. "Can I go down on you?"

"Oh, hell yes," he said quickly, and shuddered with pleasure when she licked her way up his length. His wife had never been interested in oral sex, neither giving nor receiving — she had said it made her feel dirty, and Rick wasn't the kind of man to pressure a woman to do something in bed she didn't want to do — and as he watched Michonne's tongue twirl around the glistening red head of his cock, he thought he might have died and gone to heaven. No, I haven't died yet, he decided as he watched her pretty lips envelope his dick, sucking him hard, but this might just do me in. When she swallowed him down, deep-throating him so that the muscles of her throat clenched and unclenched around his cock, he lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. She brought him to the brink of orgasm so fast that he cried out, begging her to stop.

Michonne pulled her head back and released his cock from her mouth with a loud popping sound, but she wrapped a hand around his shaft and slowly pumped as she looked up at him. "What's wrong?" she asked, feigning innocence. "You don't like it?" That same teasing smile tugged at her lips.

"No, I like it too much," he gasped. "You keep on like that, and I won't last much longer. I want to be able to make love to you."

"Don't worry about that," she cooed, and gently grasped his balls in her other hand. He groaned as she massaged them. "You feel like you're about to explode. I need to get you off now, and then we can take our time."

He nodded his consent, and she took his dick into her mouth again, first swallowing him down like before. Then she slid her mouth up his length and sucked hard on his head while pumping his shaft with one hand, her other still gripping his balls. His legs shook and his fingers threaded through her dreads. It wasn't long before he bucked his hips, fucking her mouth, for a few thrusts, and he cried out, moaning her name as his cum shot out, hitting the back of her throat. She eagerly drank it all down, sucking hard as she squeezed his balls, coaxing every last drop from him. When the orgasm released him, and he stumbled slightly, she came up for air and licked him all over, cleaning his sticky seed from his skin and swallowing it. His mouth was open and he was breathing hard, his body slick with sweat, his mind barely able to comprehend what she had just done to him.

She rose to her feet and pressed her body against his, her arms wrapping around the back of his neck. He rested his hands on the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them, and kissed her deeply. It was strange to taste himself on her mouth, but he decided that he wasn't going to let that keep him away from her lips. He walked her backward to the bed and very gently pushed her down onto it. She scooted back, giving him some room, and he laid himself down between her legs, propping himself up on an elbow. He flicked his tongue over her nipples, first one and then the other.

"Suck it," she whispered to him, and he smiled at her dirty talk before latching on to one of her tits. He decided that he loved it when she told him what she wanted. He sucked hard at her nipple, rolling his tongue over the bud in his mouth, and pinched gently at the other one. She gasped and squirmed beneath him, and he switched the position of his hand and lips. He sucked for a while before pulling back and covering both of her breasts with his flattened palms, rolling them in slow circles over her nipples. He traced his fingers over the sumptuous curve of her tits, loving the way they jutted out to the side when she laid on her back. He kissed down her taut belly, all the way to her pussy, and drew his tongue through her slit. Her hips trembled, and she moaned loudly.

"You are so gorgeous," he murmured. "Even your pussy is beautiful." When she giggled, he said, "I'm serious. I've never seen so pretty a pussy." He pulled back slightly and confessed, "I want to return the favor, but I think you're a lot more experienced at this than me."

She smiled gently at him. "It's okay. You're doing great so far. We'll figure it out as we go along."

He nodded and bent his head to her again. He covered her outer lips in soft kisses, then gently spread her pussy with his hands. She opened her legs wider to give him all the access he needed. He used his tongue to trace the shape of both her outer and inner lips, then circled her opening with it.

"Yeah, that feels good," she encouraged him breathily.

He slid the middle finger of his right hand through her folds to slick it in her juices. He pushed his finger inside of her, gently, slowly. She groaned in response to the penetration. Her walls were snug and warm and slippery-wet as he pumped his finger in and out. He added his ring finger, and her groans grew louder.

He covered her clit with his lips as he finger-fucked her, sucking at it and licking it gently. Her body began to shake beneath him, and her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Yes, yes, keep doing that!" she directed enthusiastically. "Lick my clit, Rick!"

He used his two fingers to make a come-hither motion, pressing on her G-spot, as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her bud of nerves. Her walls clenched around his fingers, released, then clenched again.

"Oh, God, I'm so close!" Michonne cried out. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

She released her grip on his hair and brought her hands up to her breasts. She rolled and pinched her nipples as he worked her pussy. He had never seen anything so sexy in all his life. She ground her hips against his face, and all at once, she came, her juices squirting out and drenching his face, soaking into his beard.

"Rick, Rick, Rick! Oh, fuck, Rick!" she called his name over and over again. When her convulsions stopped and he was confident her orgasm was over, he rose up from between her legs. He rolled onto his back and pulled her onto his lap. His cock was rock-hard again, and he was eager to get inside her. But he had to tell her first. It wouldn't fair to her, otherwise.

"Michonne," he said tenderly, looking deep into her eyes. "I want to make love to you. But you have to understand, more than that, I want to love you. And I already do. I love you, Michonne. I'm in love with you. You deserve to know that now, before this goes further."

She rewarded him with a smile of genuine, heartfelt joy. "I'm in love with you, too. I think I have been for a long time."

Her smile with contagious. "I'm glad we both figured it out," he chuckled and pulled her down for a deep, long kiss. "Now," he said, his smile turning mischievous. "How do you want it?"

"Just like this. I wanna ride you."

He wasn't about to argue with that. He was so horny that he forgot all about protection, but she was more responsible than him.

"We just have one problem. Uhm... do you have any condoms?" Michonne asked.

"Just so happens I do. They're in my bedroom, in the drawer of my nightstand."

"Good thing the house is empty," Michonne teased him, sliding off his lap. She walked across the hall and fetched the condoms, knowing that he would enjoy watching her walk around naked. She returned and closed and locked the door behind her. She fished a condom out of the box and handed it to him. He tore open the wrapper and rolled it down over his erect dick. She watched with immense anticipation. His big cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling, and she couldn't wait to get on it.

"Get up here," he growled, and she giggled, obeying immediately.

She straddled his lap, and he grasped her thighs. She took his long, hard dick in hand, positioning her hips over his head. She lined him up with her opening and then slowly eased her hips down, taking his cock inside her pussy one inch at a time. He stretched and filled her magnificently, and she felt so warm and tight around him that his eyes rolled back in his head. She took him in as far as he could go, though there were still several inches of his dick between their bodies. She'd never had a man so huge, and she was loving every second of it.

"How do you feel?" he asked, giving her hips a squeeze.

"Like you've stuffed me full of cock," she breathed out, and he grinned. There she goes again with that dirty talk, he thought. God, I love that.

He brought his hands up to her breasts and fondled them gently as she began to slowly roll her hips on his dick. She soon grew more comfortable, and her movements became faster and more graceful. Her body moved like fluid over him, her hips undulating and her slick pussy sliding up and down his shaft. She alternated between riding him straight up and down and rotating her hips in a circle on his cock. She was so wet, her juice flowing down his dick, that his pelvis was soaking wet, his balls dripping with it, the sheet beneath them saturated with it. She rode him faster, and her tits bounced every time she moved up and down, a sight that turned him on even more. He found her clit and worked his thumb over it, making her call his name all over again.

"Oh, fuck me, Rick! Yes! God, your dick is so good! Fuck me harder!"

He drilled up into her, meeting her enthusiastic thrusts with his own as she bounced on his dick. He was so thankful that she'd gotten him off earlier. He knew there was no way he could have handled this otherwise. As it was, he was barely hanging on, only sheer willpower keeping him from tumbling over the brink. He wanted to kiss and lick and suck and fuck all night, but he knew he was about to reach his limit.

Her second orgasm hit her hard, her walls tightening so much that he felt like his cock might be squeezed right off. There was no way to withstand that. He came right along with her, his seed pouring out in a torrent. They both kept their eyes open and on one another, their pupils dilated with pleasure, their mouths open and gasping at the pleasure they were giving one another, riding out the waves of ecstasy.

Michonne collapsed on top of him, and they laid there like that for a long while, catching their breath and coming down from their high. Eventually, she slid off his softening dick and rolled to the side. She watched him as he pulled off the used condom and wiped himself up with the tissues on her bedside table, discarding it all in the trashcan next to the table. When he had finished taking care of business, he laid back down with her on the bed, pulling her close. She rested her head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat pounding softly in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her, smoothing a few of her dreads away from her face, and kissed her forehead.

"Stay the night with me?" she asked.

"Always." He squeezed her tight. "I love you."

"I love you, too."