Grimes Family Road Trip
Day one-ish
Rick ushers Michonne onto the plane with her hand in his and their carry-on tossed over the opposite shoulder. "Welcome to Vanguard Airlines Mr. and Mrs. Grimes." They both offer a quizzically stare. "Roland, your ticket agent, called ahead. My name is Gail," the flight attendant gestures to the left, "Please follow me," she leads them to first-class.
Rick gestures for Michonne to enter first and take the window seat, "Wait…I need to use the restroom and you have to come."
"Gorgeous now is not the time to join the 'Mile High' club. We are not dressed for it but I am down on the way back."
Michonne pats his cheek, "You're pretty…I may need help with my dress," she explains.
His eyes widen, "Is that why women travel in packs?" his voice registers surprise.
She rolls her eyes, "Come on."
Twenty minutes later they are nestled in their seats listening to the safety announcement.
"Finally, please join our flight crew sending special congratulations to our newlyweds Rick and Michonne Grimes." The passengers cheer, clap and whistle in response. Michonne rests her head on Rick's shoulder. The attendant assigned to their section approaches offering a towel tucked within short tongs, "Warm towel?"
Rick retrieves the first passing it to his right before taking the second. Michonne sniffs the towel and then the air, "What is that smell? Eww…here," she returns the item. He smells his and only picks up Eucalyptus but there is definitely a weird smell. The attendant moves on and the odor fades.
The attendant returns later, "Warm nuts," her eyes linger on Rick's crotch. He squirms. This is creepy.
Michonne speaks up, "Excuse me…I did not get your name?"
"Jadis…I will you handle you tonight." Her eyes never move above Rick's waist.
Michonne twist the diamond stud in her ear, "Look you stanking, stretched bitch. We are obviously the newlyweds on the flight. Take your wonky eye off my husband before I push you out at 30,000 feet. In fact, go fetch Gail," she huffs. Rick grimaces and groans from his throat.
Gail finishes their food service. "Gorgeous, you want a blanket, neck pillow, slippers?"
"I am good…I will curl up against my favorite body pillow," she snuggles into him.
He kisses her forehead, "Sweet dreams."
Rick wakes three hours later in a reclined seat. He reaches to remove his bow tie but is already undone along with two buttons on his shirt. He smiles. She always takes care of me.
Gail stops, "Can I get you anything?"
He reaches up and strokes his beard, "She likes pretzels, cranberry juice and ginger ale," he replies.
"Were you hatched from an egg and are there more at home because you are in it to win it," she praises.
He laughs, "Sorry only child."
"I will bring back her snack."
Rick leans down retrieving the journal from their carry-on bag. He returns his seat to the upright position.
Welcome to the first Grimes Family Road Trip. We are starting in San Francisco, California. I am excited to show you the world. There are so many opportunities you will have that I never even considered and I am excited for you. Unfortunately you will have challenges I never had and never will but I am going to learn and work hard to make the world better. There is no mountain I will not tear down; no ocean I will not cross for my family. This week is focused on fun…enjoy the ride.
Daddy
He returns the journal and pulls out reading for his online course. Ta-nihisi Coates' Between the World and Me. His dad sent him a link to the article and he decided to read the full text.
A few hours later Michonne stirs and stretches. She notices her satin sling back pumps were replaced with her slipper booties. "Ready for your snack?" he drawls.
"What you got?" she returns her seat to the upright position.
"Pretzel, juice and soda," he replies.
"Thank you husband," she flirts.
The plane begins its descent and before they know it they are loaded in the rental Chevy Silverado 1500 crew cab. Rick is bouncing with anticipation. Now this is a man's truck. "Ready?"
"Excited for every surprise you have planned."
After checking in showering and changing into jeans, Henley shirts and pea coats they start their full day. Rick holds up the GoPro with Michonne tucked under his chin, "Okay Baby G…we at Pier 39 and today is about food: sourdough bread bowls, Ghirardelli chocolate and crab legs for dinner," he explains.
Michonne chimes in, "Don't forget shopping."
"Nope…not on the agenda," he rejects before ending the recording. They merge into the bustling crowd. Street vendors call out, "Let me read your aura…I sense your bright future…let me read your palm…get your 'I heart San Francisco' t-shirts here." They enter the mid-size restaurant grabbing two counter stools. "What can I get for you?"
"Two New England clam chowder bread bowls," Rick orders.
"Wow…you are from way out of town…where?"
"Georgia," he drawls out slow.
"Well we need to make sure yours is extra special. The server leaves a card holder with a Queen of Hearts attached and returns to the kitchen.
Rick swivels to Michonne watching her smiling face as she looks around at the place and the people. "We have a couple hours before our next stop."
"What's next?"
"Hmm…Museum of the African Diaspora," he introduces, "You love art and I need to learn," he explains.
She leans over and kisses him, "I guess you want to win Best Husband and Dad Ever the first year."
They ride the elevator back to their suite leaned against the back wall. "Did you have a good day and get enough to eat for dinner?"
"Are you kidding? Today was too much fun. If I sneeze the button on these jeans will fly across the room and take out someone's eye."He laughs full and strong leading them through the opening doors.
They enter the suite and she recognizes the box on the bed. "Rick…how…when do you find the time?" she questions with tenderness before opening the box. Michonne reads the card placed on top: For our first night as Mr. and Mrs. Grimes. She pulls apart the sparkling tissue paper to reveal the most delicate corset and matching lace thong.
She enters the bathroom and starts the shower before returning and standing between his thick outstretched thighs from his seat on the couch. Michonne leans down and whispers in his ear, "First, we are going to take a shower where I will clean every inch of you. Next, you will watch me wash my body that belongs to you. Then you are getting the best lap dance of your life before I take you inside me and stroke your massive cock until you weep," she commands.
Rick nods in a daze his eyes glazed with lust. He is afraid to move for fear an orgasm will explode from his dick like a fire hose based on her words alone. She turns her back to him and drops a body roll on his denim covered, bulging crotch. "Damn woman…I need to be able to walk." Michonne saunters to the steam filled bathroom discarding clothes as she goes.
Day Two
Rick opened one eye and took in his surroundings. His brain is foggy. His right hand is holding Michonne's ankle. He glances down to see her thigh on his chest. He turns to the left and her bare ass is staring back at him. His legs feel numb. He attempts to disentangle them but he needs her help. "Gorgeous," he rubs her calf, "I need to get up."
"Hmm," her outstretched right arm moves across the bed reaching for him, "Where are you?"
"Behind you," he answers.
She groans and rolls over letting her legs fall open. One breast is hanging out of the corset. Rick attempts to get up again with no luck. He grunts before rolling out onto the floor using his arms to brace against falling. He drags his body out of the bed and uses the door frame to pull himself up. He stumbles to the toilet wincing at the soreness in his groin. I hope I survive the honeymoon.
They have been in the tub for twenty minutes. Michonne rests against his chest. "You okay back there?"
"Barely…what did you do to me? The last orgasm I remember my head was hanging off the side of the bed…were you reverse cowgirl?"
"Yes," she strokes his thighs under the soapy water. I will be the Queen of the honeymoon.
Rick looks down at her soapy body. "Challenge accepted," he declares.
"What are you talking about?" she asks innocently.
"You want an orgasm battle…you won the first round but I will win the war."
Michonne stands and spins to face him. Rivets of water and bubbles ripple down her body. She opens her mouth to deliver a witty reply but Rick's large palms grip the area under her ass at the top of her thighs jerking her toward his waiting lips. He attacks her plump pussy and she falls against the bath wall braced on her forearms, "Awwe," she moans. He is relentless. His tongue is firm and his flicks against her clit are bringing her to her knees. She tries to scramble up the wall. Soon she is pounding her fist and grinding into his mouth, "Yess," she keens before her legs give out.
Rick lowers her down, "We probably should have a big brunch," he suggests before rising and grabbing two fluffy towels.
Packed in the truck and on the freeway she asks, "Where are we headed today?"
"Monterey….Aquarium and Pinnacles National Park-short hikes only," he answers.
She bounces in her seat, "You are officially in charge of all family vacations. She turns on the radio, picks a station and sings along…
If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill…say oh, oh, oh, say oh, oh, oh…if you go left right up and down…make you spinning round and round…
A few hours later Michonne is happy twirling in the middle of a quaint, cozy, bed and breakfast cottage in the middle of a garden filled with California native wildflowers. She has a warm cookie in each hand munching away. "Still cannot decide which is better the oatmeal raisin or the Snicker doodle." Rick remains quiet filming her display of Joy. He whispers loud enough for the microphone to pick up, "Baby G…we have evidence of your Mama high on sugar," he snickers.
"Rick, are you filming?" she rushes toward him. The last image is their tussle before the screen goes black.
Rick and Michonne carry backpacks filled with bottled water, granola bars and trail mix. They have individual flashlights. They follow the Moses Spring to Rim Trail Loop and explore Bear Gulch Cave. The overhead rocks are the size of houses. The formations created by long dead volcanic eruptions are covered in moss. There are streams running through, impressive flora, condors hatched in captivity released in the wild. The delicate ecosystem is a wonder and much of their time together is spent in quiet, companionable silence.
The day ends with the bride and groom enjoying the shower's steam feature and large bench. Rick's legs are spread wide and Michonne lowers herself onto his rigid shaft and crosses her legs behind his back. He holds her close with one arm across her back and the other around her waist. She wraps one arm around his neck and the other holds his head with her hand through his wet curls. They stare into each other's eyes as she moves up and down with his guidance.
Their nipples slide against each other's slippery skin. Where their bodies are joined together is sticky. Their languid kisses are only stopped by declarations of love and devotion.
Day Three
They decide to be lazy and do all the tourist traps complete with selfies and tons of videos. Michonne and Rick visit the state Capital in Sacramento, the Attorney General's Office and Folsom Lake. She insists on spending extra time at Negro Bar to buy historical books as souvenirs for OG. After a stop at a local market they arrive at the condo rental in Lake Tahoe.
Rick tends the blaze in the fireplace; "Mrs. Grimes would you like to have a night on the town?" he calls out.
She descends the steps in his brown plaid shirt and her slipper booties. "Nope, you made it all cozy and I would rather spend hours in your arms."
He grabs the thick blanket from the couch and some pillows to create a love nest for them on the floor in front of the hearth. She climbs into his lap and snuggles close. "We only have a couple days left. I wish we could stay longer," he shares.
"I know…but we are going to enjoy the crystal blue water, the crisp, fresh air and good loving before we return to the adventure of a lifetime," she encourages.
"You think so," he questions.
"I do…why else would I have married you. Sure you are ridiculously handsome and you clearly know how to do stuff and thangs to me but at the end of the day I know beyond a shadow of a doubt you are an amazing man," she confesses.
"I don't know about all of that…but I know you are brilliant, generous and a source of good that lifts me up and makes me better every day."
Michonne takes his hand and places it against her belly, "You hear that Baby G…you can thank us on Mother's and Father's Day for finding each other," she teases, "Oh, and an easy labor wouldn't hurt either," they laugh together before he kisses the top of her head softly.