Ladies Night
Saturday evening
Harry and Daryl sit at a round, weathered table in the corner of the Veteran's Hall. "Pops you are getting better on the bike…not enough for you to take us home in the dark, but better," Daryl compliments.
"Thanks…we should plan a road trip. Watcha' think," he encourages.
"Yeah…send Sasha and Ms. Lonette to a spa, salon or something," he thinks out loud.
Their conversation is interrupted, "How long y'all been here?" Clarence shouts from half way across the room.
"Why come no one told me Daryl was in town?" Sam accuses.
Daryl stands to greet them, "We ain't been here long and it's a short visit," he explains.
"Well, I want to know what time is dinner. I know Lonette been cooking for days," Sam teases.
"Probably 'bout another hour," Harry replies.
"What's up with the FBI shirt?" Clarence asks.
"Daryl got me some gear," Harry chest lifts with pride, "He is chopping in tall cotton these days," he brags.
The staff brings over another round. "I think I may be passing through Kings' County on my way to see some family," Sam interjects.
"Give us a call if you do…we can take you to lunch or have you over for dinner," Daryl encourages.
"We is it?" Clarence accuses with humor.
"Yes Sir…this is it for me," Daryl states.
"How you feel about that old man?" Clarence elbows Harry.
"I feel like a lucky father," he raises his bottle and Daryl taps his against it in salute.
"Thanks Pops," he smiles before taking a long pull.
Carl approaches Justice's front door and rings the bell. A voice calls out, "Coming," before the door swings open. "Hey Sweetie…come on in," Penelope greets.
"Good evening Ms. Washington…before you say anything-she needs 15 more minutes," they both laugh.
"I heard that," Justice calls from the back of the house.
"I wanted you to," he shouts back.
A woman enters the front room carrying a bottle of wine, "You must be Carl."
"Yes Ma'am…you are Auntie Raquel," he guesses.
"Very good…what are you two doing tonight?"
"Simple date night…Ms. Washington I know you said Justice could get the extra ear piercings and I wanted to upgrade her to the birthstone package with your permission," he whispers.
Penelope and Raquel smirk at each other, "By all means…let me get the permission form," she retreats down the hall.
Raquel looks him over. She notices his dark denim, white v-neck t-shirt, black varsity jacket with a Black Panther logo and black Polo boots. "You are not trying to play my Girl 'cause I will cut you," she threatens.
"No Ma'am…I am lucky she gave me a shot and I am going to make the most of this chance," he responds sincerely.
"I ain't mad at ya'," she offers her fist.
He returns the bump as Justice enters the room. "Oh…I see you doing the damn thing…go 'head with yo' bad self." Justice wears a cream off the shoulder shift dress decorated with delicate red flowers across the bottom hemline and matte, patent leather red stilettos.
"Auntie Raquel you're crazy," she laughs, "You met Carl?"
"Yes…I met your Robin Thicke," she giggles.
"Excuse me but I need to reject that comparison…I do not plan on messing up," Carl interrupts confidently.
"Well alright," Raquel turns to Justice, "I like him."
"Me too," she turns and hugs Carl around the waist, "Hey BAE."
He returns her embrace with one arm around her bare shoulders and the other arm across her back, "Hey Angel."
"Mom, we are getting ready to go," Justice announces.
"Okay," she returns to the room. Carl escorts Justice to the door with his hand on the small of her back.
Once she steps onto the porch Penelope quickly slides the folded paper into Carl's other hand. He secures it in his pocket. "I will have her back before curfew."
"I know…you guys have a good time."
"We will," they speak over each other" Jinx," they laugh.
Rick reviews his Grimes Family Plan extending the list adding notes to some of the items. Focusing on their future keeps his mind off Mike and Lori. Michonne is asleep with her head in his lap. She only wears his old brown t-shirt he barely remembers owning. The soft fabric is gentle against her sensitive, tender breast.
"How long was I down?" she stirs awake.
"About 45 minutes-you up for a conversation?
"Sure…what's up?" she blinks repeatedly.
"I am calling to order the first official Grimes Family meeting…that means you too Baby G," he announces with pride.
Michonne's smile illuminates her entire being. She sits upright and snuggles against Rick resting her head on his shoulder.
He retrieves the notepad from the arm of the couch. "So, we agreed on 75-100 people for wedding-small and intimate is the term you taught me," he re-states, "I have complete control of the honeymoon."
"Yes," she is tickled. God I love this man.
"I set my life insurance to the maximum for a family and you are my beneficiary on all my policies and pension," he explains.
She stiffens, "I know you don't want to think about it and you do not have to…that is my job," his voice is clear. She can only nod. "Your health card is in the mail-I know it is double coverage. I figured you would know someone to draft our living wills."
"I will place a call tomorrow," she sobers.
"It makes the most sense for me to move into your place, but we could look for some place new…just consider it," he suggests.
"Can we do both…you move in and we look-see if we get lucky?"
"Cool…I am studying for the Sergeant exam to boost my pay and get me off the streets a little. I really enjoyed coordinating with SWAT and leading a team," he confesses.
"I think that is brilliant," she looks at the list, "You are going back to school?" her eyes fill with wonder.
"Yeah…I have my Associate's…I get credits for my years at the department so I will only have to complete a handful of courses. The program is online. I don't want to miss anything with either of you because I am away in class."
Michonne's heart swells and her core begins to throb and drip. This man has built a life for us. She takes him in-his bare feet are propped on the edge of the coffee table; his bow legs are spread open; his plaid shirt hangs off him with his chiseled chest on display and the button of his jeans is undone.
Before he can register what is going on Michonne pounces on him-ripping away his clothes and shoving her hands in his pants desperately seeking his dick. "Gorgeous…wait…I am not done," she cuts him off.
"Yes you are because I am fucking you for the rest of the night…lift up…these pants are in my way," she continues pulling and tugging.
Holy mother of God…She is possessed. Her mouth inhales his dick. Her hands stroke his balls. "Oh, damn…yes…take all this dick," his head falls to the back of the couch. He starts to gain his sanity when she releases him from her mouth and straddles his waist. She positions him at her entrance and slams down on him, "Fuck," he shouts. She lifts up and slams down again and he cries out, "Shit!" Michonne sets a bruising pace thrusting against him.
She grabs a fist full of his hair and jerks his head up, "Look at me," he opens his lust filled eyes partially shielded by heavy lids. "I love every inch of you…you are my heaven on earth…I need every single part of you. Keep your eyes open…watch these titties bounce…watch how you make me come…listen to me call your name," she challenges.
Rick grips her hips and holds her tight to his groin lifting his hips and clenching his dimpled ass. "This…is…my pussy…no one can fuck this pussy…you are going to rain down on this dick and drip down on my balls…now, now," every word and statement is punctuated by a thrust.
Michonne cries out, "Yes Rick…Yes Rick…dear God," she shrieks and collapses on his chest.
Rick's orgasm shoots from the top of his head like molten lava and he no longer feels tethered to reality, "Arghh," he roars until he is hoarse.
Neither can catch their breath. Michonne is the first to whisper from a scratchy throat, "I may have lost my mind…is the room spinning?"
"I think the earth may be off its axis," his raspy voice is harsh, "I am not complaining but what was that?" His dick is still throbbing.
"Only a fraction of what I feel for you," she kisses his chin.
Carl and Justice enter 'Icing' the accessory boutique. "What is happening?" she looks around cautiously.
"You are getting your ears pierced again," he answers.
"I can't…I didn't bring," she stops, "Mom gave you the form," she shakes her head.
He retrieves it from his pocket, "Go take a seat…I will get some help," he instructs.
Carl approaches with the technician. "Okay, so we have two piercings in one ear-correct?"
"Yes…standard package," Justice replies.
"No, please give her the birthstone package," he re-directs.
"Sure…month?" she looks to Justice.
"July," Justice focuses on Carl. "BAE…I don't want you spending your money like this," she shifts uncomfortably.
"I know I'm not ballin' or anything like that but I want to do little things for you when I can. I am just covering the difference in price. Is that okay?" he admits.
She cannot hide her smile; "Come here," she calls.
He moves in for the kiss. Her fingers rake through his hair holding it back as they slowly, gently linger in a kiss that is all soft lips and tender tongues. They separate when a throat clears, "You two are cute."
"She is beautiful and I am just grateful to be by her side," he praises.
Justices gapes at him. I need to hold my knees together. Twenty minutes later they are exiting, "We have 45 minutes before dinner…where to next? Sophia says you like the outlet store a few doors down," he hints.
She bites her glossy, red lip. He nudges her with his shoulder, "Maybe a bottle of perfume, shoes…hmm," he suggests.
"Okay," she grabs his hand and drags him down the walk way. She leads him through sections and browses end caps. "Oh…my…God-a bottle of Bvlgari on clearance," she hands him a box. He checks the price, "Done." She throws her arms around his neck, "You are too good to me," she whispers.
"You deserve it," he kisses her neck softly. "Help me pick something for Sophia?" he requests.
Justice scours the shelves, "Bingo…Beach Flower is her favorite…now we are going to the Men's section because you are going to treat yourself," she drags him across the store.
"Please do not make me try anything on," he whines.
Justice scans the racks, "Is this…" she pulls out a black suit with a tuxedo lapel, "Try it on," she checks the tag and the inner label.
"Did you not hear what I said?" he reminds.
"It looks like it might fit…its 75% off and its Calvin Klein…try it on," she demands.
"I don't know why that means anything but fine…we're leaving after this," he complains.
"Yeah…whatever," she dismisses pointing with her thumb toward the dressing room.
Carl emerges and Justice forgets how to breathe. The jacket fits like it was tailored for his slim, broad shoulders. "It doesn't fit…the pants," she cuts him off.
"The pants need hemming at the dry cleaners…they can add a crisp cuff. This is perfect for Maggie's wedding reception. It matches my dress," she explains with dancing eyes.
"I feel like your dress up doll," he frowns.
Justice stands in front of him and runs her hand up his chest, "I can be your Black Barbie," she rises up on her toes and nips his lobe with her teeth.
He nods slowly and retreats to the dressing room. Pants are not going to be enough. "Find me a shirt…medium sport fit."
They finally head toward the check out. "Are we okay on time?" she picks through discarded items while they wait in line.
"Yep…what is this? He holds up a series of gold chains.
"It is a body chain…a necklace that lays against your torso under your clothes…peeks out here and there," she shrugs.
Carl's eyes linger over her body not trying to hide the lust. All he can imagine is the gold against her skin. "Would you wear it?"
She turns and looks up at him recognizing the desire. Justice holds the chain up to her chest, "Just for you," she delivers with a coy smile.
Sunday night
Daryl and Ms. Lonette are watching her favorite cooking show when he receives a text: Check the car for my slippers-thanks. "Be right back…Sasha left something in the car," he states entering the garage.
The door barely closes before Sasha leaps into his arms. He catches her but they bump against the wall, "Shh…we are going to get caught," she reprimands. Her tongue traces his ear.
"Sweetheart, damn…can we not," she strokes him through his pajama pants.
"I won…yes we can on the hood of the car," she nibbles his neck.
"How did you get out here?" he carries her toward the car.
"Bedroom window and side door," she delivers between kisses and bites.
He places her on the hood and lies on top of her sprawled body. They are kissing and dry humping like teenagers.
The light flips on, "I know good and hell well you aren't out here making my grandbaby in the garage," Lonette cackles and retreats inside.
Justice and Carl sit at a cozy table in the new Japanese restaurant across the street from the mini-shopping plaza. "I still can't believe how much we didn't spend…did you have fun?"
Her big smile and bright eyes hold his rapt attention. "Tonight was amazing-thank you…but this is the best part-being with you," she shares.
They are posing and posting pictures on social media laughing together and at each other. "Isn't that Carl and Justice?" Amanda points across the restaurant from the sushi bar. Roxanne snaps around in her chair.
"Yep," Lilith holds up her phone, "Carl took her on a shopping spree," she clarifies.
"Give me that," Roxanne snatches the phone out of her hand, "He bought her a bottle of Bvlgari," she practically shouts.
"Damn…we totally missed the boat with him. It was the hoodie…who knew…oh well, she wifey now," Amanda shrugs and returns to her Bento box.
Glenn is getting off the phone when Maggie enters the bedroom. He takes in his blushing bride. She crawls across the bed in white panties and his red ball cap. "Hey good looking...what's up?," she asks playfully.
"You…I like Maggie the wife-she never wear clothes," she kisses his nose.
"Who were you talking to?" she straddles his lap.
"Xavier…I gave him our first dance song," he shares.
"Really…what are we dancing to," she inquires.
"None of your business," he laughs.
"What the hell…I didn't agree to that," she folds her arms against her exposed breasts.
"As your husband I made an executive decision. One of the things I love about you is your loving, nurturing spirit. You have done everything to make this reception special for Daddy Greene-I support that. But this is your special day too…my job is to make sure you know that and have your own unique memories," he offers un-apologetically.
"My, my, my…you definitely deserve some hot, wet pussy for that," she purrs seductively.
"Lucky for you this dick is always ready," he slips out of his boxers.
Justice unlocks the front door and they walk inside, "You can put the bags against the hall way," she points.
"I need to get going…walk me out," he holds out his hand.
She stands with her back against the closed front door. Carl stands as close as possible without their bodies actually touching. He leans in and uses the tip of his tongue to trace from the bottom of her neck to behind her freshly pierced ear. When he reaches her ear he blows a single stream of his warm breath inside before speaking, "I want those gold chains draped against your soft skin bathed in your new fragrance on our next date night," he commands.
He delivers a series of kisses over the path he created with his tongue. "Ooh…ooh…oh my God," Justice squeals breathlessly.
"Sweet dreams Angel," he turns and swaggers back to the car.
Justice stumbles into the house on weak legs and falls dramatically into the arm chair. Penelope and Raquel's heads pop up off the couch, "You going to be all right?" Raquel slurs slightly.
"I have no idea…he has mad skills," she places her fingers on her lips remembering their kisses.
Help me Jesus. "How was your night?" Penelope tries to sound neutral and open to the details.
"First, thanks Mommy…I got my piercings," she turns her head showing off her new ruby stones. "He bought me Bvlgari perfume and a necklace. I found him a suit that makes him look like Prince Charming and we went to dinner," she gushes with a big grin.
"Well he sounds like a keeper," she compliments.
"He sounds better than that…he got an uncle…older cousin," Raquel questions playfully.
Justice laughs, "Sort of…they are all deputies down at the department."
"Well, hook your Auntie up," she laughs.
"I'll see what I can do…good night," she heads down the hallway grabbing her bags on her way to her room.
"Good night," they respond in unison. Once her door closes Raquel turns to Penelope with a raised brow.
"Yes, we had the talk…we continue to talk and she has an IUD," Penelope delivers with a resigned sigh. Send me strength for horny teenagers in love.