Firsts
Daryl wakes up to the smell of bacon, eggs and burnt toast. I really am forgiven. He entered the kitchen in his jeans and flipped the chair backwards before straddling and sitting down. Sasha approached with a plate in each hand: his usual and egg white omelet with spinach, sundried tomato and feta cheese for her. "Wow, no turkey bacon."
"No turkey bacon," she smiled.
"I took an extra shift today 'cause you know, but I could trade or…"
She interrupted, "It's alright. I brought home cases to review for the same reason."
"Darts later?" he questioned.
"Same bet?" He grunted in response.
Daryl showered as Sasha reviews suspect statements making notes about follow up questions or actions by her office. The doorbell chimed and she climbs off the bed to answer.
He exited the bathroom and looks up at a sight to behold. His woman spread open, propped on her elbows with a vase filled with pink Calla Lilly between her thighs. He dropped his towel, moved the vase to the nightstand and kneels before the edge of the bed. Daryl gave her entire core one long, full lick before sliding his curled tongue between her lips. He used the firm tip of his tongue to trace and taste every inside inch of Sasha but ignored the clit. She was squirming, begging, gripping sheets, pulling her own hair and fondling her breast.
Without warning he clamped down on her clit and sucked hard. "You dirty motherfucker," Sasha shoots off the bed and grabs two fistfuls of his hair. She grinds against his face using her thighs to hold him in place. She lifts her hips as she climaxed and fell back against the bed trembling. Daryl tore open the condom on the nightstand and tugs it on before grabbing her hips and pumping into her at a pace that caused Sasha to shout, "Good God…I'm cumming again!"
"Yes!" he grunted through his release and falls on her pulling her into his arms.
Hours later Daryl is patrolling back roads when he gets a text from Sasha: How dare you?! He pulled over to the gravel covered shoulder and placed a call. "What'd I do?"
"You left me in a sex coma."
"Isn't that my job? Wait, are you still in bed?"
"Yes, and I'll probably going to have to crawl to the bathroom," she laughed.
"I can kiss it better," he delivered in a husky tone.
"No way, you are on tongue time out." She listened to his rumbling laughter and smiles. "Be safe for me."
"Absolutely, Sweetheart."
Rick entered Ms. Eva's Café on a mission-the perfect dessert. His eyes searching the pastry case when he heard her voice. "How many times do I have to tell you to warn a lady before you come in here wooing?"
He laughed and winked, "Please forgive me Ms. Eva."
"The devil is a lie…you ain't one bit sorry…using them blue eyes on me. You can have a seat if you want fresh sweet potato pie."
"Um, actually I'm looking for something new."
"New?" she questioned with a raise of her brow.
He doesn't look up, "Yeah, something rich, where the flavor stays on your tongue-something you will remember."
She moved closer to the case and gives him the once over. Denim shirt with crisp collar and his stubble is lined to perfection. God help whoever he is chasing. Ms. Eva reached into the case and removed a dish, grabs a 'to go' container and one spoon. "This delectable dessert is brandied, bread puddin' with golden raisins, and candied walnuts."
When she handed him his change at the register he raised her outstretched hand to his lips for an affectionate familial chaste kiss.
Lori sat at the end of the counter in utter disbelief. Rick Grimes ordered the same two desserts his entire life. Jessie Anderson is enough for him to change.
T-Dog is out back flipping meat and applying sauce. Saturday is always busy and he needs the bbq to be perfect. He is surprised to see Rick approaching. "What brings you out back Man?"
"I need an order of rib-lets medium and fresh sweet potato fries for two."
T-Dog stopped everything he is doing and looks at his friend, "You don't want it on the grapevine."
Rick placed his thumbs in his belt loops, leans his weight on one leg and nods up and down.
"I got you. Wait here." He stepped inside and looks around. Shane and Abe were eating at the counter. He packed the order himself and returned to his friend who is leaning against the wall. "It is on the house."
"Nah, what do I owe you?"
"All the dirty details," he laughed.
Rick shook his head, "You better take the money."
"Damn, like that…"
"You have no idea," he raised the bills even higher.
Michonne was beside herself all day. She sent two detailed work related e-mails. She scrubbed the bathroom and kitchen so thoroughly she had a contact high from the cleansers and had to lie down. Now she stood in her closet with no idea what shoes to wear. He said casual but there are levels to casual. Why don't men understand this is why we hate surprises?
She chose dark skinny jeans, a cropped grey short sleeved turtle neck sweater with marigold yellow horizontal stripes. She styled her locs half up and down with a pony tail. Just as she applied fragrance to her wrist there was a knock on the door. She padded to the door and prepared herself for the Rick Grimes experience.
The door swung open and Rick braced himself placing each hand against the door frame. "Hello Gorgeous," he delivered at a deep seductive Southern octave.
She grabbed him by the belt buckle and dragged him down the hall to her room, "You have all the details-pick a shoe," never looking at him directly.
"No heels. Can you walk for long periods of time in the little boots?" he suggest studying the options before him.
"Yeah, are we hiking? Do I need a jacket or a hat?"
"Chonne, shoes and identification." He looked around and committed the details of her bedroom to his memory. They made it to his car both clearly excited for the night ahead. During the 45 minutes drive out of Kings' County they chatted endlessly about everything that mattered and nothing that did. They laughed endlessly.
He parked under a tree on the Hill Top with the perfect view of the sunset surrounded by lavender wildflowers. Rick grabbed the lantern, blanket and bags of food from the backseat before letting Michonne out of the car. He organized their picnic area and patted the ground in front of him. She lowered herself down and crossed her legs in front. He opened the first container and fed her sweet potato fries. "Oh my…these are good." He opened the second container and handed her a rib-let. "Mm…are you seriously seducing me with food," she moaned devouring the tender meat. He bit his top lip. This is going to definitely be her last first date.
They flirted and fed each other hidden away from the rest of the world while the sun set around them. He turned on the lantern. "Now dessert, close your eyes and open your mouth." He placed a spoonful of the succulent treat on her tongue and then took some for himself. They moaned simultaneously. "Damn, Ms. Eva does not disappoint."
"And neither did you Officer Grimes." He glanced over to see Michonne laying flat on her back with her hand on her stomach. He leaned down and pecked her lips. "You ready to go?"
"There's more?" she asked with surprise.
"Much more, sit up and look straight ahead." She clapped and giggled as she watched the carnival lights in the distance. Michonne crawled into his lap and placed kisses all over his face, "Best first date ever!" They packed and headed down the Hill Top to see what else the night had in store.
She exited the bathroom and watched Rick squatting down to talk to a golden skin little girl with a dusting of freckles across her nose and giant afro puffs on either side of her head. The little girl was upset, "My mommy said I was not old enough for the game but I love Nala and Simba."
He held up the conjoined stuffed animals he had won, "Are they Nala and Simba?" She nodded wiping her tears. "Well, how about you take them home and keep them safe for me. Is that alright?" he looked at the mother. She gave a grateful smile, "Sure."
The little girl launched herself at Rick knocking him on his butt hugging his neck and screaming, "Thank you so much." His laughter filled the night air as he waved to the departing family.
"Come on Captain America," Michonne pulled him up. He had no idea what he accomplished but she knew for sure she was falling head over heels in love with Rick Grimes. They walked for awhile holding hands and taking in the sights when she heard the music. She stepped in front of him bouncing on the balls of her feet.
" 'Chonne, I have two left feet, please," he pouted.
"Trust me. I'm going to do all the work."
One hour later Rick stood at the bar waiting for his craft beer watching Michonne in the middle of the dance floor. If this isn't love then it doesn't exist. She let him off the hook after two songs. He went back to the picnic table facing the dance floor. The DJ announced, "Last call for lovers," as Beyonce's XO began. Michonne seductively snaked her way through the sparse crowd and stood between Rick's outstretched legs, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "May I have the last dance?"
He stood and she pulled his right hand and arm over her shoulder. Once they hit the dance floor they came together in a sensual rock steady groove. Rick's chest pressed to her back with his left arm embraced her waist. Michonne's ass pressed against his stiff dick with her right arm around his neck and her right hand buried in his curls. They lost themselves in the music.
Babe…you're all that I see…
Carl and Noah were gaming online and talking over their headsets. "I owe you. I focused on the programming and before I knew it time was up and she asked to meet again."
"Cool. I think I need new clothes."
"Why?"
Carl shrugged even though Noah could not see him. Before he could respond Sophia was calling him from the top of the basement stairs. "Pause, I think my Aunt Carol needs something."
He trudged up the stairs and into the kitchen. "Yeah."
"There is a change in plans. The slumber party is here. I need you to set up the air mattresses and I will treat you and Noah to an upcoming night out to the movies since the online thing is interrupted-deal?"
"Sure…I need to tell him," He raced to the basement. "Noah, they are coming-here."
"Who's coming?"
"The 'Geek Squad' is having the slumber party here! What do I do?"
"Shit! You can't ignore them but are you invited? Will they walk around in their pajamas? You know who to call. Good luck Bruh 'cause you're gonna need it," Noah disconnected.
Carl pulled out the air pump and pulled down the air mattresses then dialed a familiar number.
"Hey…what's up?" his voice is muffled.
"I got girl problems," he whisper-shouts.
"What! I told you about condoms, I bought the condoms. I watched you put the condom in your wallet," Rick shouted into the phone.
"Uncle Rick calm down. I can barely manage to speak to them. Sophia is having a slumber party and she is going to be here-in the house."
"Oh, okay. Life lesson #2: just say yes."
"What does that even mean?"
"At some point she will ask for something or offer food or for you to join them because girls are polite. Just say yes…and put on pants. It's involuntary but with pants you can hide it better."
"Yes and pants," Carl repeated trying to calm down. "Hey are you okay? You sound weird."
"Hmm…I'm good, really good. We'll talk later." The line went dead.
By the time he walked back upstairs it was organized chaos. Multiple conversations, singing along to music, food cooking, and books were stacked on the coffee table, pillows, blankets and clothes scattered between the kitchen and living room. Carl interjected, "The mattresses are ready."
"Thanks-see Justice for food," America replied while heading downstairs with an armload of pillows.
He approached the kitchen, "Hey Carl, you want a double burger?"
"Yes."
"Do you want avocado and bacon or pineapple teriyaki topping for your burger?"
"Avocado and bacon-please."
"Right, more meat, she smiled and leaned toward him, I'm using rosemary and garlic on the fries but it is a secret," she winked and giggled. Thank goodness I'm wearing pants.
They finished an amazing amount of food. "So Carl, you're a guy and we have questions," Enid began slowly.
"A lot of questions, America continued, but we wouldn't want you to violate the bonds of the brotherhood."
"Go ahead, but I'm not sure I can be much help." They started firing questions at a rapid pace.
"Why don't guys talk?" Sophia started.
"And why do you stare?"
"Oh and why are the most basic so popular?"
"Yeah, plus you laugh at us-what is so funny?"
"Ooh, why ask for a phone number you are not going to use?"
"What about being sweet in text, but then ignoring us in public?" They stared at him expectantly.
"First, the majority of us don't know what to say beyond hi and we're not really staring but trying to figure out what to say or do. We usually are laughing at ourselves or each other. If we fumble our way into the number-refer to my first statement. Finally, any guy ignoring you in public is a jerk."
"Oh…" they responded collectively then devolve into laughter.
"Wait, he raises his hand, I have questions too. Why do you travel in packs? All the extra girls increase the pressure on the guy. Why all like the same three guys? Why not approach us?"
They looked at each other before America responded for the group, "Touché."
"Thanks for letting me hangout, but I know the real party starts when I leave."
"Night Carl," they replied in chorus.
"I need to be a better cousin," Sophia thinks out loud.
"He's a cool dude. We have been missing out," Enid added. For some reason Justice could not name yet she didn't like Enid's statement.
Michonne and Rick were still making out in his front seat parked in her driveway after Carl's call. They had come up for air when she found the courage to speak. "Rick, what are we doing and please do not pretend to be obtuse?" She hid her face against his chest.
"I'm not good with words, but this…us scares me. Once we cross that line I'm not sure anything will be left standing."
She studied his face searching his eyes and he showed her all that he is and everything he is afraid of in this moment. "Maybe we should destroy the old and build something new…together." Her gaze never wavered.
He can only nod his head up and down. Michonne takes his face in her hands, "I'm in this with you," placing a lingering kiss to his lips.
They unloaded the car and enter the house through the back door. He moved to the kitchen putting away leftovers and she lit candles in her bedroom. He shut the bedroom door behind him and the room is sacred and still. Rick pulled her into his arms, "I searched for you my entire life."
"I knew I would find you," Michonne whispered with a serene smile. He placed her on the bed and kneels to remove her shoes. His hands glide up her body and he raised her arms above her head so he can pull off her sweater, placing tender kisses across her breast.
She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders placing a single open mouth kiss over his rapid beating heart. Michonne slid backward across the bed unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans while Rick tugged them off by the pants legs. His eyes worshipped ever inch of her as he removes her bra and panties.
"Rick?" she rises up on her elbows.
"Shh," he spreads her legs and stared into her wet core.
The longer he gazed the wetter she gets. Soon she panting, her pussy is throbbing and she's pleading just above a whisper, "Please…please…"
He unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his jeans and boxers never taking his eyes off her. Michonne's head falls back with a gasp from the intensity. "Look at me," he quietly commanded while rolling the condom into place. She brings her head forward as he touched her entrance with the engorged tip of his rock hard dick. He pushed in sliding his left hand up her thigh and starts a deep, swirling grind. Rick stroked every corner and all the walls of her pussy using his pelvis to apply pressure to her clit.
She angled her right hip and entwined her leg around his leg. He is so deep she cannot speak. Michonne worships his chest and nipples with her delicate hands, tongue and teeth before pulling his face down and devouring his mouth and grabbing his ass. They build a steady rhythm of kissing and grinding until breathing becomes necessary. Nothing else matters but worshipping each other. They are ascending, fighting for air, grasping each other, and their actions are no longer physical.
Their hearts, minds and souls are coming together in a joyous climactic reunion that does not want to end. They collapse into the bed. He raises his head and brings their foreheads together. Michonne wipes his tears and he kisses hers. Rick removes himself from her while holding the overflowing condom. He returns with a warm cloth for her. They whispered their devotion to each, caressing and kissing until they fall asleep.
The smell of jasmine wakes him. He blinks and squints until his mind clears. Michonne's face is buried in his neck, her left thigh is resting on his right and her calf is crossed under his above his ankle. Her left hand cups his balls and dick. His right hand is gripping her ass. She sighs and moans gripping him tighter before turning her head toward the opposite wall.
Rick slides and twists so he can apply tender open mouth kisses to her shoulders. He continued to the area between her shoulder blades where he nibbles. To his surprise every series of nibbles and kisses created the same reaction. Her hips and ass rise off the bed. On the next set he slips a hand underneath her and into her folds biting his bottom lip as her nectar coats his fingers. Without thinking he sits up on his knees and grabs her hips, "Gorgeous, are you awake?"
His dick is so hard it has a heartbeat. She turns and looks over her shoulder licking her lips and raises her ass higher, "You going to fuck me hard Handsome? Make me scream your name?" Rick snaps. He is balls deep and relentless. His every stroke is met by her backward, winding grind. Rick has a bruising grip on her hips and Michonne is using both hands to brace against the headboard for leverage. Sweat pours off him from his curly head of hair to the back of his thighs and she is shrieking to the high heavens, "You sexy beast…don't stop…I'm so wet…God-help me…I'm cumming-Rick!"
He pulled out and flips her on her back as she thrashes and jerks against the mattress. Rick's mouth attacks her clit alternating between his exploring fat tongue and air tight suction. "I can't…too much…I'm dying," she screams when her pussy squirts her release. Rick hovers over her stroking his slick dick.
"Look at me," he commands. One eye opens slowly. She panting and trembling. "We are nowhere near done." He lies on his back and helps her climb on top. "You are going to ride this dick so I can feel every inch of your hot, tight, wet pussy." He slows the pace. All the orgasms cause her to squeeze him almost to the point of pain but he cannot get enough.
Michonne gains her strength and leans forward grasping his hand and clenching her walls around his thick shaft, "Woman…" he warns.
"No, I'm taking this dick."
"Wait…Sweet Jesus…this is too good," he pleads. Michonne raises her hips and slams into him and he shoots straight up off the bed bracing himself with his arms firmly locked against the mattress. They race to the finish thrusting against each other groaning and gasping before collapsing onto the bed.