Say You Won't Let Go {Part II}
AN: I need to apologize for poor story crafting. I should have included this scene is the previous chapter. I hope the read is not too awkward.
Sunday Night
Michonne nestles between Rick's outstretched legs on the couch leaning back into his chest editing pictures on her laptop. Her 'I'm Engaged' soundtrack plays softly in the background. "We have to make a decision…the one with my hand cradling your rugged jaw line or the one with my hand on your chest," she asks.
"Does it matter? You're beautiful in both," he states matter-of-factly.
I'm gonna love you until my lungs give out
I promise until death we part like in our vows
So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows
That it's just you and me until we're grey and old
Just say you won't let go…just say you won't let go
"Sweet and very charming, but we're sending this to our friends and I want it to be the best," she explains.
"Gorgeous, my favorite is your engaged hand next to our written proposal but we're not sharing that yet…so pick the one that makes you the happiest," he confesses.
Michonne looks up and over her shoulder, "Fine…you do realize you're just earned the deluxe blowjob with your perfect, smooth talking ass."
And I never knew that my heart could feel
So precious and pure
One love so real
Can I just see you every morning when I open my eyes
Can I just feel your heart beating beside me every night
Can we just feel this way together 'til the end of all time
Can I just spend my life with you
He laughs deep and long, "I may have over shot thangs but I ain't turning that down under any circumstances."
Michonne selects the photo with her newly engaged hand on his jaw; completes the message line: Burn After Reading and hits send. She yawns, I think Baby G is sleepy," but it's early.
Rick kisses his spot behind her ear, "Y'all go get ready for bed. I'll join you in a little while."
She shuts down the laptop and heads back to her bedroom. Once he hears the shower he retrieves a yellow legal pad and a pencil from her office and starts writing:
Grimes Family Plan:
Wedding and Honeymoon
Increase life insurance and retirement
Change health insurance and living will
Current or new house (big yard)
New car
Bachelor degree and Sergeant Exam
Baby stuff and thangs
Childcare
School: public or private
College Fund
Before he notices almost two hours have passed. He found an accredited online Criminal Justice program that would allow him to use his years on the force toward the degree and he ordered the sergeant exam study guide.
Rick trudges to the bedroom to get ready for bed. He exits the en suite and slips between the sheets reaching over to snuggle up with Michonne. His hand glides over her naked back as his mind quickly realizes she is only wearing her engagement ring. He plants tender kisses along her shoulders and nibbles their favorite spot between her shoulder blades. "Hmm…have I told you how much I love your lips on my skin," she moans.
Rick rises up on his knees and nestles in behind her raising her hips and dropping open mouth kisses along her spine. Michonne pushes up on her forearms and elbows remembering to keep the dip and arch in her back that sends him into overdrive. His hands slide up her torso to caress her succulent breast. She hisses and his hands still. "Gorgeous, am I hurting you?"
"No…they are just extremely sensitive," she breathlessly explains.
He softens his caress until it feels like the soft strokes of feathers. Her nipples harden and throb. "So good," she pants.
He removes one hand and guides his hard shaft into her dripping core. "Michonne…he strokes her wet smooth walls. He places his right hand over her womb where their child is safe, healthy and growing. He removes his left hand from her breast to place an under hand grip on her left shoulder to hold her body in place. "Everything I love is in my arms and under the touch of my hand," Rick proclaims. She sobs out with a gasp. "There is nothing I will not give or do to love, protect and provide for either of you. You are my life forevermore," his voice cracks under the weight of the sincerity he is desperate to convey.
"We are honored to love you," she responds while thrusting back against his groin. She joins her right hand to his on her belly. Time seems to slow. The only sounds are their breathy groans, moans and panting.
Rick feels the tightening in his balls and his heart fills to bursting. "Michonne…Gorgeous…ooh, hang on…" he rasps out.
"Rick…oh God…take me, take me," she begs.
He pounds into her relentlessly with his right hand reverently gripping her womb and their entwined hands. "I love you, I love you…ugh," his voice is choked off by the never ending stream of his release.
Michonne's orgasm washes over her in one all consuming wave and she can only weep with breathless gasps. Rick removes himself slowly and tenderly lowers her on to the bed. She turns to face him once he lies next to her. She kisses the tip of his nose, "We're getting married."
He kisses her forehead, "And we're having a baby. Sweet dreams."
"You both are my dream," she whispers before succumbing to sleep.
Monday
Rick eyes pop open and he blinks three times in succession before his brain recognizes that Michonne's dripping core is hovering over his face and her mouth has a killer suction grip on his cock. "Shit…this is a damn good morning," he groans.
After hearing his voice she hollows her cheeks tightening suction and uses one hand to stroke his balls. His hips shoot off the bed causing her to jerk and gag. "I'm sorry…oh, you are turning me out…Gorgeous…fuck," he roars through his rapid release.
Michonne leans back and plants her pulsing pussy on his face and rides his ever eager tongue. "Yes…make your pussy rain," she shouts. Rick grabs her ass and buries his face inside her plush lips.
Rick traps Michonne against the inside of the front door placing kisses along her throat. "Look, my handsome fiancé. I have to go to work. If you let me leave on time I will wear my new favorite jewelry and the Python stilettos before we go to bed-deal?"
"Fine, he pouts, make sure you're home on time," he smacks her ass when she turns to gather her purse and briefcase.
"Captain Morgan, thank you for meeting with me," Rick opens the conversation.
"Not a problem especially since you brought coffee. Now, what is this confidential matter?"
"I'm getting married and starting a family. I decided to go back to school online to complete a four year Criminal Justice degree program. If you are willing to sign this verification form I will receive credit for my time on the force. I am also taking the next sergeant exam," he explains his plan.
"Well, it's about damn time. I'm not going to live forever and someone else has to run this joint," Morgan states enthusiastically.
"I don't know about all that," he responds.
"Grimes you are a natural leader. All you have to do is decide when," the Captain pushes back.
"I appreciate the confidence in my capabilities."
Morgan signs the form. "Come see me before you submit your promotion packet."
Rick's is shocked, "Will do Sir." He stands to exit the office. I will give them the life they deserve.
Shane sits on his couch nursing a bottle of Wild Turkey. The meeting at the local Sheriff Union Headquarters did not go well.
Flash Back:
"Based on the current evidence the best we can hope for is a separation agreement," the Union Representative explains.
"What…I'm a good deputy. Aren't you supposed to fight for me?" Shane exclaims.
"Look Walsh, they have time tracked logs cross referenced with a dispatch matrix, photos, affidavits from staff; plus a witness list of fellow officers they are prepared to call to testify about your performance. You cannot win-with a separation agreement the Union can shield you from some of the fall out."
"You're a punch of punks…I will get a real lawyer," Shane threatens.
The rep shakes his head, "You know what-go for it! Personally, I think you are a piece of shit. You left our brothers in arms hanging…you can rot in hell for all I care. I need to report to my supervisor by Thursday. I will contact you on Wednesday to see what you decide. This meeting is over," he concludes in anger.
End Flash Back
"Director Morgan, welcome to Kings' County," Daryl greets and extends his fist.
"Dude, its Derek. I haven't been in the field in ages and I plan to enjoy this to the fullest," he returns the bump.
Daryl guides the Regional Director through the precinct making introductions before they reach the War Room. They connect with Agent Mills via conference call to review intelligence and the operational plans.
"This is a solid plan…I should be there even if it's just for the day we execute the operation," Abbie pushes.
"Lieutenant, I implore you to head the recommendation of the physician and continue with bed rest," Crane interjects from the background.
"I know my body…these contractions are Braxton Hicks; not, I repeat not active, early labor," she snaps.
"I can only pray to all of the deities that our child inherits you maddening stubbornness and remains in the womb until the identified delivery date."
Derek and Daryl eye each other shaking their heads from side to side, smiling widely. "Mills I promise you will have audio and visual satellite live stream," Derek offers.
"Fine," she huffs and disconnects the call.
"So Dixon, these militia hate groups are multiplying and your expertise would be invaluable thwarting the destruction they render in towns across the nation. We have got to be proactive instead of reactive. Tell me what to do to make you a permanent FBI consultant?"
"Nothing to do…I'm in," Daryl states with conviction. I will make my family proud.