AN: I know the readers are divided so this is a trigger warning. Teenage smut-ish behavior included.

My Kind of Party

Saturday night

Rick collapses the ladder and carried it down to the parlor. She wanted to raise the curtain rod now that she had the perfect panels. Whatever the Queen wants…the Queen gets. He chuckles as he makes his way back up the stairs. He enters their bedroom and smiles. Michonne sleeps sprawled across the middle of the fully made bed. Her left arm at her side and her right hand lay across her belly. He approaches quietly gently moving the locs lying against her cheek. He brings his head to her stomach, "Hey Grimes Babies, I need you to wake up. I have a surprise for you and your Mama," he whispers. He scoots up and places a gentle kiss on her mouth, "Gorgeous, I have a surprise for you and the babies…wake up please," he requests softly.

Michonne stirs, sighs and stretches. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I have a surprise for you and Team Grimes." he offers his hand to help her up. She reaches for the journal off her nightstand and follows him out of their room and down the hall. They enter the nursery and she looks around from the doorway. Nothing has changed since she left to take a nap. The walls were still painted the color of Saharan sand and the long wall designated for the cribs across from them was still bordered at the top by the movie quote:

It's the circle of life, and it moves us all through despair and hope, through faith and love.

The walls on either side of the door and around the window facing the backyard feature the majestic big cats of the African continent: panthers, jaguars, lions, cheetahs, and pumas. The inside right wall would be the family tree. Michonne decided to use the baby and childhood pictures of all of them to demonstrate love, lineage and history. "Come on," he requests from behind her, "Lie in the floor." She eyes him curiously over her shoulder but makes her way to the middle of the room and lies down. He closes the door and turns off the lights. He heard her gasp before he reclined next to her.

"Rick," she calls through tears. He covered the ceiling in glow in the dark stars in a variety of sizes. She rolls onto him kissing him feverishly. "You are so freaking amazing I can barely stand it," she continues kissing him through her salty tears. He laughs and basked in her adoration. She pulls off him and wipes her face with the back of her hand. "Get up," she directs and retrieves the journal. Rick sits up and braces his arms behind him. Michonne leans against his solid, defined chest and opens the book to a fresh page:

I can't wait for you to see because your Daddy made the most amazing Lion King nursery in the world. (Yes, I won the negotiations.) He gave you your own galaxy. We are going to Grandma's and Pa-Pa's tomorrow and there is no telling what kind of surprises are waiting for all of you. Keep working together. By the way, if you want to start moving soon we would really like that. We love you all more than words can explain.

The Kings' County High multipurpose room transformed with blue and white twisted streamers across the ceiling. Silver stars decorated the walls. The DJ station at the front of the giant room vibrated from the thumping base coming through the speakers and lights ricocheted off the mirrored disco ball. The humid air was thick with a heady mix of conflicting body sprays. The dance floor filled with teenage bodies grinding and bouncing. Malcolm steps out to the main hall to speak over the security radio, "Parking lot, please check in," he requests.

"All clear, no vans, trucks, or cars are rocking. No foggy windows," the dad chaperone responded.

He switches to a different channel, "Corner patrol…please check in."

The first female voice replies quickly, "Left and right side clear."

Malcolm pulls a small walkie-talkie from his belt, "Ms. Washington, may I please have a status report on the bathroom and photo station corridors?"

"Of course you may Mr. Hamilton. No loitering…but you are welcome to inspect for yourself," she flirts. He was no joke. He gave every adult chaperone a security radio and assigned them a channel. He gave her a walkie-talkie with one frequency assigned directly to him. Let the games begin.

He turns to his left and moves a half step less than sprinting in her direction. When he rounds the corner she is leaning with her hip against the wall and her arms crossed. Even though she zipped her jumpsuit to cover her cleavage he could not help but notice how her breast strained against the fabric. Sweet Jesus she is more than a snack…she is a seven course meal. "You know I really should have denied your request to chaperone. You are a serious distraction," he teases.

She unfolds her arms and brings her left hand to the middle of her chest, "Little 'ole me…I am minding my business…keeping the hallways safe," she batted her full, long, black lashes.

"The children are safe but I am not. You and that outfit are a deadly weapon and I was in no way prepared," he eyed her from head to toe and bit his bottom lip.

Penelope turns slowly keeping her eyes fixed on him until the last second causing her ebony hair to whip around her head. She winks once she faced forward again, "I am covered...completely mom appropriate."

He steps toward her barely keeping the space between them professional, "You could cover all that thick, lusciousness in a Hefty bag and it would still be more than any man could bear; but I do appreciate you taking it easy on me," his voice drops an octave.

"Let me apologize by buying you a drink after this over. Have you been to 'The Touch of Class'?"

"Once or twice…but I don't think a drink will be enough of an apology," he challenges.

She leaned back and cocked her head, "Really."

"Really…I will need a dance as well-deal?" he extends his hand.

Penelope laughs and shakes her head before returning the hand shake. "Deal," she responds before sauntering down the hallway swinging her hips in a serpentine figure eight. Hmm-hmm-hmm…I knew God was a woman. That man is everything.

Michonne exits the shower and grabs the nearest towel to wrap around her body. "Grimes you have five minutes to lay your naked butt on the bed," she shouts over the water spray.

He opens the glass shower door and stuck his head out, "Yes Ma'am," he grins.

She retrieves her tub of cocoa butter from the counter and stands by the bed. Rick rushes past her holding his towel in place around his waist before dropping it on the floor flopping face first on the turned down bed. Michonne removes her towel and climbs on his back. She opens the jar and places it next to her. After rubbing a generous amount on both hands she begins massaging his shoulders and back. He sighs in pleasure. "I am going to take care of all of you tonight because you have more than earned it and I cannot think of a time you did not deserve it."

Rick sinks further into the bed. Her delicate hands move over his skin and presses against his tired muscles. He focuses on the pressure she applies and the care she delivers. He tries hard not to be distracted by her warm, dewy pussy directly on top of his ass. Good things come to those that wait.

Michonne sat on Rick's groin with his hard dick nestled against her juicy lips. She massaged his calves, thighs and massive hands. Finally she kisses his palms, "I love everything about you," she continues to hold each of his hands in hers, "These hands protect, provide and love," she looks up to his face. His sparkling blue eyes are glazed with tears. She leans up and pushes her body back against him until she coaxes him inside her. He pulls his hands free gripping her expanded waist as they rock together. "My God you feel good," she exhales.

Rick wants to be gentle but she glows riding him ripe with the bounty of his seed. A fierce masculine pride consumes him and before he can think or restrain himself he thrust up hard, "Gorgeous…I need to," his voice fades. He doesn't have the words to make her understand. She took one look in his eyes and nods. He flips them never breaking their connection thrusting with all his might.

Michonne spreads her bent legs and braces her feet against the mattress. The headboard bangs back on the wall and she clutches the sheets. "You are so deep."

"I love you…I love you," he chants burying himself to the hilt with each and every stroke. She is all I will ever need.

The 'Geek Squad' takes a series of pictures at the photo station mimicking their favorite red carpet poses. Their dates lean against the wall. "How long are we supposed to wait," Broderick asks.

"Until they tell us to do something-I think," Josh responds. Noah and Carl nod in agreement.

The photographer placed a couple of chairs down and calls them over, "The ladies are ready for the couple photos." Each guy cuddled up to their lady: America pushes Noah into a chair and sits in his lap while he grips the outside of her left thigh; Sophia follows her lead with Josh's arms around her waist; Enid stands in front of Broderick and he places his left arm around her waist; Carl pulls Justice against his body with his right hand on the curve of her ass. She places her right hand on his chest and kicks her right leg up behind her when the photographer directs them to chant, "Party Rockin'!"

The dance finished at midnight and the school parking lot was mildly controlled chaos. "I am going to use the side exit so we can get out of here," Carl explains holding Justice's hand as they make their way to his car.

"Would you be disappointed if we didn't meet everyone at the usual spot?" she asks carefully.

He stops, turns and watches her, "What did you have in mind?" Please let this night get even better.

Justice peeks up at him and shrugs, "My mom is going out and I could make breakfast and," she trails off too embarrassed to finish the thought. Please take the hint.

Carl picks up his pace almost dragging her behind him, "Text 'em or call and let them know we will talk to them tomorrow."

She giggles into her phone, "Sophia, yeah…we are going to need a rain check. Yes, he'll make curfew…that I cannot guarantee. I am making good choices," she laughs before ending the call.

After the fifteen minute drive Carl parallel parks in front of her home. He circles the front of his car and helps her from the passenger seat. He hit his alarm and locked his car placing his hands in his front pockets walking behind her. She pulls her keys from her purse and unlocks the front door. She walks further into the house and places her purse on a side table. She turns to face him and yelps when he lifts her off the floor and attacks her mouth. Between smacking lips he moves them to the couch. She straddles his lap causing her dress to ride up and keeps her arms wrapped around his neck their mouths fused together.

He runs his hands up her thighs, under her dress and over her ass. She is wearing a thong…I am the luckiest dude. He squeezes both cheeks and trails his fingertips down the cleft of her behind stroking the base of her pussy lips. Justice jumps and gasps. "Am I going too far?" he rasps against her mouth. She shakes her head quickly and resumes the kiss.

Justice moves her mouth to his neck. Carl continues to stroke along her lips over the panties feeling her juices drip onto his fingers. His eyes roll to the back of his head; his dick getting harder and his restraint slipping. She starts to pant and whispers in his ear. "Ooh baby…you make me feel so good," her hips flexed giving him greater access. The pressure was building and she bit his neck behind his ear moaning.

He freezes. His voice deep and husky with lust, "I need to stop," he closes his eyes. "I am going to try and focus on baseball statistics while you climb off me-okay," he exhales.

She disentangles her legs from around him and stands with her hands on his shoulder to establish balance. "I am going to the kitchen and make breakfast sandwiches. Join me when you are ready." Justice walks into the kitchen and leans against the refrigerator. Damn…that felt better than I imagined.

Penelope enters the R & B club searching the patrons until she finds her sister half in the lap of her date. "Sorry Theo, but I need to borrow your date," she announces as she stands next to the booth in the dimly lit corner.

Raquel pulls her mouth off her date, "Heifa, this better be good."

Penelope throws her purse on the bench opposite them and drags her sister by the hand toward the bathroom. Once the door closes behind them she starts talking, "I invited Malcolm for drinks and now I am panicking. Do what you do?"

"First, you deserve this…I got your back…you can sit with us. Now, let the girls loose…nurse your drink and enjoy that fine ass man," she states with passion. Raquel reaches over and lowers the zipper on the jumpsuit turning her sister toward the mirror. They nod at each taking a deep breath before returning to the crowded club.

Malcolm approaches the booth about twenty minutes later. "I believe I am in the right place," he greets with a charming smile.

"Thanks for coming…let me introduce my sister, Raquel, and her date Theo," she turns to the couple across from her. "This is Malcolm Hamilton." They all shake hands. He slides in next to Penelope leaving a respectfully amount of space.

The passing cocktail waitress stops, "Can I get anything else for the table?"

He keeps his eyes on Penelope but speaks to the waitress, "In honor of my date for the evening I would like a Beautiful." I am going all in.

Theo punches his fist across the table, "Playa…that is what I am talking about." Malcolm returns the gesture and watches her blush picking up her drink. He chuckles to himself once he notices the song playing over the speakers: Baby, tonight's the night I let you know…I'll be the best you ever had…