I'm Still Here

How do we forgive disloyalty?

Rick couldn't help asking himself as he looked at the message on his phone. He chuckled, tossing the device to the side, rolling his blue eyes cold like the pouring rain outside.

"It's so fucking late, nagging me this hour of the night. You don't got nothing better to do?"

Grabbing a beer, he threw his body onto the couch, continuing his watch of the movie 'No Country for Old Men'. He was making himself comfortable before he heard a knock on his apartment door.

It was almost 1:00 a.m. Rick raised his brow, unsure if he heard correctly. When he heard the second round of knocking, he grabbed the Colt Python he'd gotten from his Father and advanced over to the peephole to see who was there. Rick's jaw dropped, eyes widening in disbelief as his heart began to speed up. It was his best friend. She usually called whenever she'd come late. What shocked him, however, was her appearance. He opened the door immediately to let her in.

"Michonne!"

It was all he could manage. He stumbled over his words, his tongue tripping over the rush of thoughts clamouring for attention. Wearing only a thin-strapped tank top, Pajama shorts, and her white fluffy flip-flops, she was soaked. What bothered him the most was the large suitcase behind her. He grabbed it and pulled her inside. He went to grab a towel after running a warm bath for her. He dried her hair and led her to the bathroom.

...

When she finally got out, Michonne, with heavy feet, journeyed to meet him in the kitchen. Her face was blank for the most part, but her half-closed eyes, ringed with red, indicated her state of mind. She sat at the counter to eat the freshly made instant ramen Rick cooked.

Rick stood there, Biting his lip, leaning towards her, taking a deep gaze at her face.

"I left him."

He tried not to smile at the words she'd sung in his ears. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog of elation that overcast his sight, the bombshell momentarily distorting his perception of reality. His heart skipped a beat.

Michonne had told him weeks ago that she wanted to leave. They'd been fighting nonstop. She and Mike were never suited for each other.

When Mike and she got together, he and Michonne had a huge fight. Her parents told her they would fail, and so did he. Maybe that's the reason she stayed for a whole year. It's something she would do out of pure spite.

"What you guys had for the past few weeks can barely be considered a damn relationship. You couldn't even stand to hear the man breathe. He was a cunt anyway. Fuck him. You're twenty-six; you'll be just fine!"

A small giggle escaped her, leaving a tiny smile on her pretty face. Rick blinked rapidly, trying to process the picturesque scene before him.

"I'm sure you're having the time of your life. After all, ' The famous Rick Grimes' is right, as usual."

"For what it's worth, I just didn't want you to get hurt. You're a talented, beautiful, and intelligent young woman who deserves better than that asshole. I just wanted the best for you."

She froze, her muscles locked in a momentary paralysis. She clutched her chest, feeling her heart race, each beat a thunderous ring of surprise gripping her. She opened and closed her mouth several times. His eyes were intense and piercing. They were a deep blue that seemed to look right through you.

"Got anything to drink?"

...

Rick went and fetched a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. They relaxed on the couch as Michonne buried herself in his warmth. Casting his gaze to the woman in his arms, he couldn't help staring at her plump lips.

"So what happened?"

"We got into it."

"I know that. I mean, how and why? What pissed you off so much you could wait till a safer time to leave?"

"Are you blaming me for leaving?"

"Of course not!"

"Then what's the problem?" The corners of her mouth pointed downward as she murmured the words.

"It's late, Michonne. What you did wasn't smart. What if someone tried to hurt you or worse, kill you? Have you lost your mind? It ain't safe for a woman to be out there on her own!"

Rick's nostrils flared as he stared at her. He couldn't believe she'd do something so idiotic. His eyes hardened and narrowed into slits as he watched her below him.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was soft but sincere.

"You should've called me!"

"I'm sorry, I am. I wanted to, I really did, but I forgot my phone. I wasn't going back, so…"

Rick let out a heavy sigh. His throbbing veins and his flushed face were boldly on display; regardless, he could only toss his head back in frustration, downing the remaining alcohol in his glass. Michonne followed, allowing for a refill for both.

"Next time something happens, you keep your phone by your side and call me. No excuses."

A coy smile crawled to her lips before she answered. "Yes sir!"

"So, what's your plan?"

"I'm gonna stay with my brother for a bit before I find a place."

"You could stay here. I don't mind."

Rick kept his blue pools stuck to her. His eyes worked hard, computing every expression, memorising every inch of her. Eventually, he gets lost in those gorgeous, big brown eyes.

She could feel his gaze digging into her. She gave a desperate, unconvincing laugh before replying.

"Who wants to watch you and Lori suck face, or worse, listen to you screw her brains out? No, thank you!"

"There is no Lori."

"What? You guys are fighting again? Only a matter of time before you make up!"

"No, She and I are done for good." He stated it plainly, his intense gaze locked on her.

"What happened? It clearly wasn't a normal fight."

"No, it wasn't. I said some things then she said some things. And I knew for sure there was no going back… Lori did help me realise something, though."

"What?"

Rick snatched her from the waist, placing her atop his lap, his hand resting on her thigh. His eyes twinkled, looking at her. Michonne had butterflies in her stomach and a palpable pause that reverberated through her chest. She could smell the whiskey on his breath, and hers.

"Rick-"

Before she could get the rest out, he had covered her full lips with his own.

It's sweet.

That's what came to her mind during their sultry exchange.

As the kiss deepened, Rick laid her body gently on the couch. The hands that supported her head found their way caressing her all over, one soon finding its way under the bathrobe, cruising up between her thighs.

She had no panties on. No bra either, leaving her body with no defence.

I don't have to do this. I can stop right now.

But she didn't, nor did she want to.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Yes, that's it!

As he planted little kisses all over her neck, Michonne decided they weren't to blame for what was about to happen. He put his fingers inside as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, playing with her in perfect rhythm, till she climaxed.

She couldn't catch herself before Rick buried his face in her, his thumb still aiding his quest. It was becoming too much for her, subconsciously closing her legs, but he, however, wasn't having it.

Michonne laid there. Her head had become cloudy. She almost forgot that they hadn't gone all the way yet.

She sensed the drowsiness as her wet eyes began to shut. All that came to a screeching halt when Rick pinned her legs to her chest, slamming his cock deep into her.

She hadn't had sex in over two months, and a while before then, there was nothing enjoyable about it since she was checked out emotionally.

Now her best friend was plunged deep inside her guts, having a merry old time. She was at her wits- end, and he sensed it. He bit into her neck and wrapped his arms around her. He threw himself back, leaving her on top. He continued this powerful thrusting, not missing a single beat, and Michonne helped, matching his rhythm.

Do you know that your hips are moving with me? Do you know what your face looks like?

She gave out a wail, a complicated series of agonised sort of sounds that filled him with the utmost pleasure. Her hands held onto his chest for dear life, the scent of their tryst filling the room. One hand held her ass while the other played with her breast. He took the latter and pulled her down to him. Michonne was close, and so was he. Rick quickened his strokes. They were going to do it together, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He felt her cunt twitch while stuffing her to the brim. His body was completely drained and hers was limp on top of him. Rick grabbed her face and stole a long, wet kiss. Both of them hadn't felt like this in a long time. He rubbed her back guiding her to sleep and soon followed.

Neither knew that their lives were about to take a drastic turn.