Friday Night Lights

Glenn returns home from his day in the lab tired but excited. He showers and puts on a heather grey three piece suit with a butter yellow pocket square. He decides to skip the tie and socks. He takes a call from the Evidence Room at the station while tying the laces on his cognac brown dress shoes. "Damn."

Maggie stands in front of the mirror examining her dress from every angle. A simple navy sheath dress with a small slit in the back and a modest key hole cut out in the middle of her breast. She uses gel to style her silky chocolate hair to one side and expose edgy ear cuffs before stepping into her suede raspberry peep toed pumps. The doorbell chimes, "Perfect." She makes her way to the front door, opens it wide, spins in a circle, placed her hand on her hip and smiles, "How do I look?"

Glenn steps into her and places an open mouth kiss on the exposed skin created by the dress. He watches her face as her eyes close and her lips part. "Let's go Beautiful," he holds out his hand for her to take. Maggie does her best to pull herself together when she retrieves her keys and purse. After a short drive they arrived at 'The Port' a high end seafood restaurant with elegant lighting and intimate tables. The hostess greets them with a bright smile, "Mr. Rhee the chef has been expecting you-right this way."

Glenn follows the hostess and guides Maggie with his hand at the small of her back. Once they were seated the hostess recites their special menu: cream of potato soup with cheese stuff shells, pan seared tuna, mixed greens salad with house vinaigrette dressing and for dessert lime sorbet with caramelized apples. Maggie gazes at Glenn her eyes filled with wonder and adoration. "Thank you that sounds amazing," he provides. He turns his attention to Maggie, "How we doing so far?"

She smiles like a vixen and he braces himself internally before he feels it. She is perfection. Under the linen draped table Maggie removes her shoe and slowly slides her foot into his crotch using the top of her foot and her toes to bring his shaft to attention. "I'm having a great time. How about you?" she bats her lashes innocently.

He tries to breathe normally, but fails. "So good," he moans. She continues her assault until the first course arrives. Glenn pats his sweat dewy brow as the waiter places the soup on the table. They talk and laugh and enjoy themselves freely. No one in their vicinity seems to notice or care. "Listen, I do have one downer for the evening. I have to stop by the Evidence Room and sign some paperwork before 11:00 pm."

She laughs, "Since that is where we met it sounds like the perfect place for a good night kiss."

Rick pulls himself awake and turns off the alarm on his phone. He rubs his eyes trying to focus on the text he received from Michonne but it still did not make any sense: Be ready by 6:00 pm and wear pajamas. First, he didn't own pajamas and second where in the world could they go in pajamas. He dials and waits, "Hey Handsome."

"I don't own pajamas."

"Of course you do. We are not skipping this date for sex."

"When have you ever seen me in pajamas?"

She is quiet, "Fine wear sweats. What is your favorite candy?"

"I don't have a favorite candy."

"What is wrong with you? No pajamas or favorite candy."

"Nothing is wrong with me. Who needs pajamas or candy when I have your sweet pussy," delivered in the tone he knows makes her wet.

"Damn you. Be on the porch at 5:30 pm."

Michonne continues down the candy aisle giggling picking out every childhood candy favorite she can remember: sweet and sour options as well as milk and dark chocolate selections. Her joy is interrupted by an unwelcome guest.

"Hi, you are ADA Anthony?" Lori asks eagerly.

Summon your inner Michelle Obama. "Yes, you are?" You know who the hell she is but play nice.

"Right, I'm Lori the court recorder assigned to Judge Blake's courtroom," she extends her hand. Michonne shakes it firmly. "That's a lot of candy…having a party?" Lori gushes trying to engage a conversation.

"No, hot date, in fact I need to get going. See you at the courthouse," Michonne retreats politely and makes her way to the check out.

Lori smiles wistfully watching her exit. I wish I had a hot date.

Michonne uses the car ride to erase the exchange with Lori from her mind. She showers and changes into her bubble gum pink tank and boy short pajama set. The tank is emblazoned in silver sparkle lettering 'Dream a Little Dream of Me'. Finally she pulls on her white slippers with the attached fuzzy balls and grabs his hoodie from the couch.

Rick is sitting on the porch in his old grey KCSD Academy sweat pants, a white ribbed tank and cross trainers using every deductive power he owns to try and figure out where they are going. He hears the distinctive sound of her engine and descends down the steps. Michonne watches him approach the car and zones in on the beast of a dick not restricted by the sweats. He climbs in and places a tender kiss to her mouth, "Missed you."

"Me too, now buckle up." She turns the wheel, hits the gas and peels off down the street.

"Could you pretend to know the speed limit?!" he laughs.

They drive for about one half of an hour before they merge into a caravan of car lights all headed in the same direction 'Lou's Family Drive In'. Rick laughs, clapping his hands together, "You fucking rock!" Her smile in return to his compliment lights up her entire face.

Michonne strategically parks in the corner of the back row, selects the required radio station and pulls off his hoodie. She leans over the console and places her barely covered ass in his face and adjusts his seat back using the levers on the passenger chair. He bites her ass playfully. She pushes her breasts into his face pulling the giant bag of candy from the back and dumps all the contents on the driver's seat. "Now, tonight's goals are to enjoy one of my favorite movies and figure out your favorite candy." She states and nestles into his lap.

"I object. First, you are basically naked at the drive-in-we're making out."

"Over ruled, these are pajamas and I'm wearing slippers," she holds up one foot.

"Gorgeous, I'm a strong man but you are a lot of woman…" he is cut off by her open mouth sucking gently on his Adam's apple followed by her firm tongue swirling around it.

"Did you like that?" Rick can only nod in response. "If you cooperate with the date I promise to include that move when I go down on you at the end of the evening." She leans back and watches his face. His eyes are blown wide and he is panting.

"What movie are we watching?" he rasps in lust.

"It's a surprise. Now pick a candy," she demands.

The previews play in the back ground and he sorts through the pile. He notices a package underneath a candy bar. He smiles thoughtfully, "Red licorice."

"Really?" she asks enthusiastically.

"Yeah, my Papa would bring it on our fishing trips. Me and him sitting in his old row boat in the middle of a lake." He hugs her lost in the memory. "Thank you."

Michonne snuggles into him as the movie begins-double feature: Nutty Professor. First, the Eddie Murphy version followed by the Jerry Lewis original. "I promise only the first is required viewing."

"Good," he squeezes her ass.

Glenn and Maggie walk through the station holding hands to a series of cheers, awes and shout outs of "Finally!" They sign in and search the aisles until they find the correct box. Maggie watches as he verifies each packet and signs the inventory log. "Ready to go Beautiful?" his breathe is cut short.

Maggie lifted her dress and climbed the shelf exposing her raspberry lace thong. "These lips want their goodnight kiss." The assigned officer locked the door and took a seat in the hallway blocking out most of the shrieking and panting.

Rick and Michonne return to his house late in the evening. They are still laughing and quoting lines from the movie. He leads her into the house turning on the lights. "Make yourself at home." He retreats to the bedroom to make sure the windows are closed. He returns to find Michonne in the kitchen stuffing a drawer with all the leftover candy. He shakes his head in amusement. She turns to him holding a tumbler in one hand and places the Johnny Walker Black Label bottle in a cabinet. "Gorgeous, you have to stop spoiling me. I don't need all this," he sighs.

Michonne takes his hand and leads him to the couch. She places the tumbler of whisky on the end table. She pulls his sweats down with a quick tug and nudges him in the chest to sit down. She removes his cross trainers and pulls the sweats over his feet and off to the side. Michonne grips the inside of his thighs hard and pulls them apart. Using only her finger tips she traces his balls and ever hardening shaft. "Place both hands flat on the couch." His heart rate quickens. Without warning she bites the inside of left thigh and sucks away the sting.

Rick grabs the glass and downs the whisky. His head fall back against the couch. Michonne uses the firm tip of her tongue to trace her name on Rick's dick. He starts squirming and she grips the inside of his right thigh tighter. He looks down once he feels her full, soft lip enclose around the pulsing head of his dick. She sucks only the head at a steady pace increasing the pressure. Michonne maintains the suction against the roof of her mouth but uses her tongue to swirl around the head. "Wait…Sweet Jesus…don't…my heart," Rick stammers and whines. She inhales his entire dick to the back of her throat several times and moans so deep he feels the vibration in his balls. "Fuck," his voice is trembling. She releases his dick slowly.

Rick is covered in a layer of sweat. She removes her boy shorts and mounts his lap. Michonne presses her mound against him. "Rick spread my lips so I can use my clit to mark your dick." He cannot think. He lifts trembling hands and pulls her open. Michonne strokes up and down repeatedly coating him with her sweet nectar. Finally she lifts up slightly and grinds only her clit on the engorged head. Michonne whispers into his ear, "This is my dick and I take care of my shit. Do you understand?" He roars, "Good God Damn," his toes curl and his body freezes, "Fuck yes."

Michonne sits back on his thighs with a devilish smile watching him struggle for air. Rick's curls are a sweaty mess against his forehead and his chin rest on his chest. He lifts his head and everything becomes primal. His nostrils flare and he snatches Michonne off his lap with one arm and marches them to the bedroom and throws her on the bed. He spreads her legs wide and sits up on his knees with a wider stance. She removes her tank and braces her arms.

Rick plunges in without warning and she inhales sharply. Their eyes lock and never look away. His stroke is deep and strong. He uses every back muscle and pelvis to swirl and grind and Michonne surrenders. She places a death grip on his ass and repeatedly chants, "Yes," like it's a prayer. He grabs one of her ass cheek with one hand and slams the other hand against the wall for leverage.

Her pussy is juicy and tight and he cannot get enough. He keeps digging deeper and deeper with each stroke and her walls are squeezing at a rhythmic pace. Rick feels it coming and does not fight, "I love you. I was built to love you."

Michonne cries out, "I belong to you. I was made to love you." She feels the never ending stream of his release giving her one orgasm after another. He collapses onto her nestled into her bosom. She strokes his curls.

"'Chonne…"

She stops him with a whisper, "Shh…It doesn't matter. Nothing else matters."

Rick wakes from his sex coma and gazes at the goddess sprawled underneath him. Her face is the picture of peace and she wears a serene smile. He surveys the room and runs his hand over his face. The lamp is knocked over and the shade is on the floor. The picture above the headboard is crooked, the comforter is on the floor and the blanket is tangled around his foot. The sheet and mattress underneath them is drenched.

He pulls out of the mess and tip toes to the bathroom starting the shower. He returns to the bed and wakes Michonne with a series of gently caresses. "We need to clean up and move to the guest room. She lifts her arms. "You want to be carried?"

"Mm-hmm," she hums.

"Anything for you," he replies. They shower quietly sharing warm embraces and gentle sighs.

When they finally snuggle into bed Michonne's face is pressed to his neck, her left thigh is draped over him and her foot is coiled around his ankle, "Remember, I love you."

Rick's right arm is around her waist and his hand is cupping her ass. He squeezes her tighter, "I love you more."

The compound was quiet. The women, children and all the boys under the age of sixteen are secure in the multipurpose structure that includes a kitchen and bathrooms. Merle/Daryl had to compromise with the Boss regarding the teenage boys. But any reduction in the number of individuals armed and willing to die was a small victory. Every male member of the group was under strict orders to be on watch or patrol.

He hides himself away in a dark corner and places a call, "Abort. I repeat abort. Review incoming intelligence. Women and children present."

He exits the shadows only to be met by Dwight. "Who were you talking to?" his tone is skeptical.

"Hey man…you caught me off guard."

"Don't try to buy time to lie. Who were you talking to?" his tone is skeptical and agitated.

"Old Lady, telling her about this place-might settles down with kids and shit." That lie should cover anything he heard.

"Why come you ain't mention her before?" he interrogates.

"Same reason you don't talk about your girl," Merle/Daryl counters.

Dwight fixes him with a glare and shoves him hard in the chest, "You up to some shit and I'm gonna figure it out."

Merle/Daryl does not budge. He leans into Dwight's face, "Go for it." They are interrupted by one of the men, "Hey get back on patrol!" Daryl pushes past Dwight headed toward the main square.

"Hey Boss, it's been quiet. I think the information from Dwight was a one off."

"Yeah, I'm going call it a night but I want the patrols to keep going."

"I need to check on the women and kids." The men head in opposite directions.

Merle/Daryl is outside the multipurpose room when his burner phone starts to vibrate. He slips inside the multipurpose room bathroom and locks himself in a stall after making sure he is alone. "Mills, what the hell is going on?"

"I know. My boss is trying to make a name for himself," disgust and exhaustion permeates her voice.

"Did you get my message and the intelligence?"

"Unfortunately it was used for the accelerated seize and arrest. Can you get out in the next hour?"

"Nah, it would be a red flag. I have to go down with everyone else. Track this phone so the women and kids are safe."

"Done…anything else?"

"Uhm, did you make the changes I requested?" his voice is thick and there is a knot in his gut.

"Hey…we don't need-"

"We do. Did you change all the documents?"

"Sasha Williams, next of kin and beneficiary, Kings' County, Georgia. I'll make the notification myself if necessary."

Daryl hears the whirl of the helicopter from the open window near the ceiling, "It is happening."

"Stay alive."

Dwight is at the fence behind the livestock when he hears the commotion of the compound being seized. He secures his assault rifle over his back and climbs up and over the fence into the surrounding woods. He moves toward the bike he hid when they first arrived. He is not a true believer. The money was good and the power gave him a high. Things were about to get ugly and he was moving on.