A/N:I did a thing. I'm re- releasing a lot of my stories and I thought, which one better than "The Musings of Rick Grimes". Some will remember this as a one-shot that I started to expand. The show coming back and concluding neatly made me want to re up-load, so I will up-load the chapters as I re-edit. Not much has changed, just buttoned up some stuff.
I will say that this is a romance, but it is in first-person view of Rick Grimes(it can be smutty at times, forgive me...lol). The view never changed from Rick. I think I considered it, but opted to keep it as it. I will conclude the story and leave it up(no matter what..lol)
As always, I hope those Richonners, new and old welcome this one back...a re-presenting of chapter one of:
"The Musings of Rick Grimes"
Art, and the Artist
I liked her style. She walked into my studio with blue jean overalls, and a plaid, black and white button up shirt worn over top of them. A red lace bra could be seen poking from underneath. It wasn't a form-fitting, skin tight, pair of overalls, either.
She looked like she was from a page of a 90's magazine. Her eyes were expressive and danced around my studio with interest. I was interested in her. It was my first time seeing her face to face. We had only spoken on the phone briefly.
"I'm glad you decided to do this, Michonne. Not many people who answered the ad from the Art school wanted to pose nude, but it's the only way the thing is gonna work. I've been seeing these images in my mind for days," I told her excitedly. And I had. When I worked on something it consumed me. I thought about it day and night.
She shrugged her shoulders like it wasn't a big deal. That made me hopeful. Like I said before, I liked her style, her look. It was unique without being unique at all. Suddenly, the images I had for the shoot were turning into something else. It was becoming something better.
"I need the money to help with the next semester, and I get the Art...and the Artist who makes it. I love Art. I don't mind what you're trying to do. It seems dope," she told me with a reassuring nod. That made me nod my head along with her as I fiddled with my camera. I'm glad she got it. I'm glad this wasn't going to be weird or awkward.
"Well, we should get this started. I have somewhere to get to afterwards," she said cheerily, looking around. "So, how do you want to do this?" she asked me. The question confused me for just a second. My mind went completely blank. Images of her unhurriedly disrobing right now made me stare at her for longer than I should. I was thinking, I hope she doesn't think I'm a creep for looking so hard. I was also thinking, she should slowly start getting naked... Now.
"Let's take a couple of test shots," I told her. She nodded, and asked where she could sit her things.
"The table over there is cool," I said, pointing to a round glass side table. We were in my small, studio apartment that I was renting in Brooklyn. The walls were stark white and large paintings I had done myself were scattered randomly on them. Some of my print prints sat scattered about.
She sat her things down and slowly walked my studio. Her hands skimmed along the wall as she found a painting she really liked, and stopped to look at it. I grabbed my camera and took the cap off the lense, focusing on random objects until I found her. Another painting caught her eye and she started asking me various questions. Breaking the ice, you could say. She took her plaid shirt off, tossing it onto the couch. I took my turn at asking her questions.
"You ever model before?" I asked. She had the face for it. I was pretty sure under all that baggy denim she had an amazing body. Her arms and shoulders looked great and her skin was the best canvas: blank and smooth. All colors would look good on her.
"Nah." She looked up in thought, "I mean, I posed for paintings at the school, but that's about it," she explained, as she bent over to take her shoes off. I captured the moment she did that. Her movements were graceful, like a ballet dancer. Each shift of her body seemed to flow right into the next one. Long locs draped to the floor, swinging as if in a breeze, while she took her socks off. She smiled when she noticed I took those pictures.
"You paint all these on the wall?" she asked me, standing up. I, in turn, sat on my floor and began taking more pictures. There was something in the way she moved...wasn't like any other person I met.
"Yeah. Worked on each one for a while. I'm not really good at painting. Photography is more my thing," I explained to her. I looked up at Michonne, so shocked that the sun highlighted her like that. She stuck her hands in either pocket and smiled that tiny little smile of hers. The room was quiet and all you could hear was the humming of the air conditioning. It was constant.
"Did you go to the Art school?" she asked as she stretched her arms above her head. I kept taking more pictures. The fluidity of her long and flexible body made me want to shoot her frame by frame. All you could hear besides our conversation was the shutter of my camera.
"Yeah, I graduated about 4 years ago. Just turned 25. What year are you in?" I asked her continuing our casual conversation. She had to be a junior or senior. She just seemed to be real mature in general. If she was younger I'd be shocked.
"Sophomore. "I'm 20. About to be 21 soon. Went on a road trip before I started, so I guess to some I'm behind," she told me.
So, yeah, she was younger, which I wasn't expecting. I thought a senior would've answered. I nodded my head and looked through my camera again.
She was gorgeous, though. Gorgeous cocoa skin. Pretty, full, lips. Kissable lips. Long eyelashes. As I said before, she had the look to model. I shouldn't be thinking this way about a client, but she was something else. It was how she carried herself. It wasn't cocky or prideful. She wasn't trying to stand out or fit in. She just...was.
She sat down in front of me and looked at me straight on. "Your eyes are really blue," she told me, leaning her head to the side as if to see me from all angles. "It's kind of scary how blue they are. I want to literally stare at you all day," she said with a smirk. "And you're country. Your voice sounds like your singing to me." I have to admit, the comment made me smile at her.
"Yeah. I get told that a lot. And I'm from Georgia. Been living in New York since I was a freshman at the Art school." I said chuckling, snapping more shots.
Michonne definitely wasn't weirded out by the fact that I was taking so many pictures of her. After a few moments, she reached behind her back with both hands. I could only assume she was taking her bra off, which she did expertly, tossing it to the floor. Her breasts remained perky, as the overall straps covered them, flesh poking out just slightly in view. She crossed her legs and looked at me.
I had to readjust how I was sitting. I didn't want her to see how hard my dick was getting, and damn, it was rock hard. Wasn't it common to be turned on when seeing the naked body?
Yeah, completely normal, I had to tell myself. I continued to wonder if it was okay to be staring at her like this and wanting to help take the rest of her outfit off.
No, dipshit. It's not okay.
"You are gorgeous," I blurted out. She blushed and looked at me. Dude, you can't fucking talk to her like that. Fix that shit. "Sorry. I didn't mean that. I mean you are, but-" You're a bumbling fool, Grimes. Get it together, but she stopped my incoherent ramblings for me.
"It's okay, Rick. I think I'm gorgeous, too." She winked and we both smiled at her comment. "Plus...Im a girl, getting naked in your apartment. So, there's that," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
I laughed. She was right. "You're right. I just want to be as professional as possible," I explained to Michonne. She smiled at me again and I had to lean forward even more so my shirt could cover me. The bulge in my jeans grew beyond my control, and I just knew she could see it. Hopefully, my black t-shirt covered as much as it could. She was just so fucking beautiful.
"I'm comfortable here. I knew what to expect and I must say you've been pretty cool about it all. You're not ogling me, which is better than most guys."
Nope, I thought to myself, I'm just fucking hard as hell right now and want to pull the rest of that outfit off of you.
"It's easy to do this for you," she told me. Her tone was...lower?
When she said that, it made me take the camera from my face. I raised my eyebrows, slightly. Are there other things you can do for me? I just looked at her with a simple smile. I cleared my throat so I didn't say anything stupid.
"Um, yeah. I'm glad to hear that." That was dumb. Why'd you say that? Idiot. I picked my camera back up and resumed taking several photos of her.
We talked the entire time I photographed her. It was the point of the shoot. For my vision, I wanted to capture her in motion, so engaging in conversation was best. This was going to be my second showing at the Art gallery. It was managed by a woman named Lori, who graduated years back with me. We were close, and now we were trying to get closer. Both of us were career driven and just couldn't seem to find the time to really give a relationship a shot.
But, anyway my first show did so well that she asked me back. I'm anxious about what I'll have ready. I can't do anything pedestrian for the show, and it has to be organic. I have to tell a story. This story that's coming to mind seemed real. The series just had to come from somewhere and I had a feeling of where I was taking it.
I looked at her, ready to start shooting her naked. I couldn't just outright tell her to keep getting naked, although I wanted to tell her to get naked. Being a dick in this situation seemed plausible right now.
She apparently could read minds, because she slowly started to stand, unbuckling the straps holding the one-piece jean garment together. I raised my eyebrows again, because this shit was hot as fuck, but I couldn't let her know that. I looked behind my lens and captured every second of it. I loved how coy she was, but confident. The simplest of smiles would stretch her lips and I couldn't stop gazing at her. Her dark brown locs swayed with every movement, the coily strands cascading to the front of her chest, one after the other.
I didn't have to give her any direction. She just gracefully told a story with her actions. I tried to keep this as formal as I could because, you know, she was getting naked. Asking a client questions was always a good way to release tension.
Before you release something else, asshole.
And the questions were mundane, like why do you want to study art? Or serious, such as, Where do you see yourself after you graduate? And personal.
"Have you ever been in love before?" I asked her. She laughed and slowly looked at me. I paused in shooting her and couldn't help but wait for her answer. Everything about her interested me. Her voice made me happy, and as sappy as that shit sounds, it was the truth.
"I've been in a couple of relationships. I could say I loved them both. Not equally. Not the same. I loved both men in their own way."
I had to admit, thoughts of fucking her crossed my mind, once, twice...maybe seven times. Right on the floor. Slowly, because I'd want to take my time with her. Let her feel every inch of me.
She is the subject of your show, not your desires, Grimes. I knew I was being a creep, but then she cut her eyes up at me and I had to swallow the lump in my throat. Was I breathing? She made me forget to breathe.
"You ever been in love?" she asked me. She sat down, crossing her legs, her arm holding the front of the overalls up. I resumed shooting and thought about her question. She stared at me the entire time, a timid smile crossed her face.
Had I? And what was love? Was it the feeling I got when I looked at a woman? Was it how that woman looked at me after we made love? Does that soulmate thing exist? Can you have a love of a lifetime?
I never knew what love was. They were all questions I've had in my relationships. Questions that never seemed to be answered.
"Can't say that I have. How did you know you loved those men?" I asked her. I was curious of her answer. She seemed wise beyond her years. That made her more and more attractive to me.
"Just knew. It's funny how you can pass a bunch of faces on the street and none of them make you even turn your head. Then you just randomly walk in a store, or sit on a plane, or eat in a restaurant, and you see this person, and you know...that's who I want in my life. That's who I want, wanting me. And you do all of these things to change yourself to make sure they want you; so that they keep wanting you. And eventually some learn that it's not love..."
The front of her jumper fell down and she didn't realize that she was completely exposed now. Maybe she did. Michonne just kept talking and it was all great, provocative thoughts about love. I was so enthralled by her. The entire time she spoke she gave a range of emotion and life. My camera found every nuance and froze it in time.
She continued, "...but being yourself. Waking up and smiling and just breathing the same air as that person; just smiling and knowing that you both have no fucking idea what love is, but when you look into their eyes, you see yourself. I think that's when I knew. And it's different with each person. Not the same. Not equal." She was expressive in her movements and her hands started to talk with her.
"Do you mind standing up for me, again?" I asked her. She shook her head and kept talking, the movement allowing her one-piece garment to fall completely to the ground.
I swallowed hard as I looked her body up and down through the camera. Satin-like breasts glimmered from the natural light in my studio. They led down to a taut, sculpted stomach, and even lower to rounded hips that teased at her even rounder ass.
She was perfect. I'm not fucking exaggerating about what I'm saying. To me, she was the most perfect woman I had ever laid eyes on. And she wasn't shy. She talked with passion. I was interested in all of her.
She walked towards the window, still on her tangent about love and I felt like I knew her; like I heard this conversation before from her; like she always walked around my studio spouting philosophy and asking me if I wanted coffee. She was blowing me away with how smart she was. With how sexy she was. Her confidence. Michonne left me speechless.
I stood up and got her plaid shirt from where she first dropped it. "I wanted to take a few shots of you in just this," I suggested to her. She smiled and put the shirt on. With one swift motion she stuck her hand behind her locs and freed them from the inside neck of her shirt.
"Just do whatever you want again. What I've got of you so far has been brilliant. I think the shots are gonna turn out great," I told her, looking her up and down. I honestly couldn't help it. She grinned and turned around and started to walk the studio again, and the session went on.
Her ass was the most perfect thing I ever saw. Round, probably soft. Nah, it had to be soft. I wanted to squeeze it more than I should, which was bad because this was a professional setting. I needed to turn my racing thoughts down, but when she sat on my bed I kind of lost it.
"You got an idea of what your show is going to be like?" she asked me. She tossed her locs to one side and started to slightly bounce on my bed. The image toyed with me. I took one last shot and sat my camera down in its stand.
"It's coming to me now, in bits and pieces. Once I look at the photos and get my story from them, I'll know what I'll want to do," I told her. The black and white plaid shirt started to drape off of her arm.
"So, I guess we're done here?" Michonne asked me, standing up slowly. Her shirt sat agape as she walked over to me.
I wanted to run because if she came any closer I was going to lose my shit. I couldn't look at this soft, tempting woman anymore. I didn't have the camera up as a buffer for us. It was just me looking at her now, and I...was...looking.
I liked everything about her.
"Yeah. Like I said, I think I got some great shots to work with. Once I go through them, they'll tell me their story," I said to her. She was now inches away from me. It was the closest I had been to her all day, without the camera, and I felt a strange heat coming off of her. I wanted to touch her just to see how hot she was.
"Well, I guess I should get dressed then," Michonne quietly said, moving even closer. Her voice was warm, but dangerously seductive. She was a bit shorter than me, and with her shoes off I seemed to hover over her now.
I meannnn, you could stay here and let me look at you naked for hours?
"I think I got what I need," I pieced together instead. As I said that, she looked up at me with her doe eyes. It was like she really could read my mind. She opened her shirt, putting her hands on her hips to keep it open, her eyes never leaving mine. Her breasts were exposed again, a little bounce to them.
I panicked. I started breathing faster and I had to readjust how I was standing. Without the camera in front of me, I felt exposed...just as naked as her. I had been thinking thoughts about her all session, but this shit I couldn't help, my reaction to her now. She was sexy as fuck and it was easy to look at her through the camera. But now, it was the hardest thing to do.
I cut my eyes towards the ceiling so she didn't notice me looking at her. "I mean..um...I mean, yeah. You can go ahead and get dressed. I don't need to take any more pictures. I think I got what I need," I explained to her better. I looked at her face, then quickly looked away again. She giggled softly and waved her hand in my eyeline, and I cut my eyes to her.
"I know," she said in a sweet-sultry voice. "I just think we could, you know. Do some things. I'm cute..." a sexy giggle escaped her, "...and you're sexy as hell," she shook her head, looking me up and down, the smile never leaving her face. Tiny hands found my chest and rubbed all over me. I let out a nervous laugh as she explored. Her eyes found mine again and she bit her bottom lip, saying the unthinkable.
"You know. Just...fuck..."
Her shirt just seemed to magically fall on the floor, and my mind...was...blown. My ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. I looked her over. She was inviting me to her with no games. No second guessing or chasing. She knew what she wanted. She wanted me.
She kissed me. Well, she bit my bottom lip and pulled away, teasing me almost. I grinned, stepping closer and looking into her eyes. They were beautiful. They told a story and I wanted to know what it was. I wanted to know her story. I tried to kiss her again, feeling a bit more courageous. She would move her head and smile at me. At one point my lips were barely touching hers, and I could feel her breath on me.
"You wanna kiss me?" she whispered out, her lips still close to my mine.
Was she torturing me? Did she not know how hard my dick was right now? Yes, I want to kiss you, and eat your pussy, and lots of other things. I tried to kiss her again but she wouldn't let me near her mouth, her lips just grazed my cheeks over and over. I felt her leaving her mark on me. Her imprint. It was driving me insane.
She stepped back and let me look at her touch herself. Michonne's hands began trailing over places my hands wanted to be; places I wanted my tongue to search. She rubbed her hands over her breasts. A huff of a breath escaped my mouth. She was the...sexiest...fucking...woman I had ever seen in my life.
I leaned my head to the side; my eyes stayed on her breasts. I saw how perky they were. I knew how soft they would feel, but I had to be sure. I walked to her with no hurry, because I didn't want to cause alarm, even though I'm sure Michonne wouldn't care. She made the first move.
When I was only a few inches from her I ran my hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts, the weight of them feeling just right in my palms. The smile she gave me nearly made my dick bust through my zipper.
I bent my head low, brushing my lips against her breasts. I parted my mouth just slightly to circle my lips around her sensitive nipples. They were warm in my mouth, succulent, and the moans that escaped her throat let me know everything I was doing was right. She shook a little when I licked each one in turn. She had wanted this. I stood and pulled her closer to me.
"You shy and reserved in bed, Grimes?" she asked, biting at her bottom lip. Her voice was so innocent, but so seductive. I was probably red as shit all over, because everything about this moment was heating me up. I stuck my hand in between her legs, both of us let out a long breath.
So wet. She was so wet.
She couldn't control her hips, and started grinding her pussy against my hand. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she leaned forward, grabbing hold of my t-shirt. God, she's so fucking wet. I moved my hands, reluctantly. I wanted to put something else where my fingers just were.
"You're not shy," she said loud enough for me to hear, and I smiled a little. She started to unbuckle my pants, carefully pulling the zipper down and stuck her hands down the front of them, circling her nimble fingers around my cock.
My eyes closed because I was not expecting any of this shit. I wasn't expecting her to be so hot. I wasn't expecting her to be this bold, taking control. But, I would not complain. My breathing got heavy as her lips brushed my ear.
"I wanna ride it," she said to me. My eyes popped open and I looked at her. Yes, Michonne. Yes, you can ride this dick. What was I going to tell her? No. Nahhhh.
"I'll go grab a condom," I told her. I tried not to walk too fast to my side table. I didn't want to show her I was that eager, but if her pussy was that wet from thinking about fucking me, I could only imagine how it would feel when we fucked. I tried to be cool, but I couldn't find the condom quick enough.
Then...I found it. It was like finding a five dollar bill in your coat pocket you had just put on at the start of fall. Michonne walked over and I turned around. She ran her hands under my shirt, lifting it higher as she rubbed over my abs, over my pecs. I held my arms up so she could take it off.
"You have a nice body," she rasped out still touching all over me. She kissed my neck, trailing her lips over my flesh, then sucking on my skin. I grabbed her ass with one hand, and it was soft. I knew it was.
She surprised me slightly when she grabbed the condom from me, and pulled my pants all the way down, quickly removing it from the packet and sliding it on my dick. I don't know what it was about her, but she made my dick jump, several times. She grinned as if she was staring at gold, which I had to admit made me feel like a king.
Michonne took control, pushing me back onto my platform bed, my black sheets cool against my now naked backside. She straddled me, placing one hand on my chest and using the other to guide her wet pussy onto my throbbing cock, and it felt...so...fucking...good.
I let out the loudest groan which matched the moan she made as I entered her.
"Go slow," I breathed out. If I was going to have this goddess riding my dick, I wanted to remember every moment of it.
And she did just that, moving tantalizingly slow over every inch of my hardness.
There was something dreamy about the way she was rolling her hips on top of me, her locs swaying in front of her face;the maddening expressions she made as my dick slid in and out of her pussy after every bounce. I could feel her wetness dripping on me. Her titties moved with each stroke, making me squeeze them hard.
My hands lazily splayed across her stomach as she looked down at me. Her moans got louder and I felt myself getting harder in her. She was so soft. So creamy. Her wetness dripped on me and it was the only thing I wanted to be surrounded by...and her scent was feminine and light.
I sat up a little, grabbing her ass, trying to control her rhythm. I know I told her to go slow, but I needed it much faster now. I pulled her tiny frame harder onto me, trying to go as deep as I could. All I could think about was how good her pussy felt around my dick; about how long I wanted to be inside her. I gotta be on top. I turned us both over, my arm in the arch of her back, carefully laying her down and slipping out of her bliss.
My lips needed to feel some part of her skin. They had to. I skimmed them over her hip bone, across her stomach, between her breasts, along her collarbone. I kissed her chin. I could hear her soft pants as I kissed her. I got on my knees, slowly parting her legs to enter her again, and bracing myself over her.
I grabbed my cock, sliding it along the top of her pussy lips, and slowly rubbed my head against her slit, parting her folds. Her mouth gaped open as she looked at me, letting out tiny puffs of breath. Her hunger for me increased as I rubbed my dick over her most sensitive spot. She squirmed under me, turning me on more.
"Stop teasing me," she barely got out. I had her shaking. I slowly shook my head and grinned down at her.
"Nahh," I said slipping the head of my cock slightly inside of her wetness. I quickly pulled it out. "I wanna go slow," I told her, and it seemed like she got even wetter after I said that. I moved over her like that for a few moments, looking at her toss her head back in delight. Damnnn, was all that came to mind. I couldn't help it, I plunged inside of her, welcoming the feel of her slickness again.
We shook together and I looked into her eyes, which was a fool's mistake because now I was lost in them. She looked at me too, and didn't take her eyes off of me. That's when I knew I had to. I had to kiss Michonne.
And she let me. I kissed her full lips several times, sucking them between my own. My tongue hungrily searching for hers, and when I found it I felt like I couldn't taste enough of her. I thrust inside of her, grunting like an animal. Her nails scratched my back, and her legs tightened even more around my waist. I felt her arching towards me as her head drifted back. She was looking lost somewhere...somewhere I wanted to be.
I gazed at this woman who pretty much seduced me into fucking her, and I got lost in her moans, in the faces she made as I pumped inside of her. I felt myself almost there, on the brink of whatever wave we were riding together.
She moved her hand between her legs and found her bud, massaging it so she could meet me there. When I heard her cry out that she was about to cum, I gave in to meet her, exploding, holding onto the sheets. I knew there would be no holding back any more and I let out a large growl, digging into her. Her moans mixed with mine. It was all I could hear for the longest.
Finally she screamed, "Oh my god," holding on still. It was so loud and sexy. I kept pumping inside of her, until all of me poured out.
I felt like I was buried in her, dissolved into her pleasure. I couldn't move. For moments that's how we were...motionless...silent...listening to the hum of the air conditioning. Her hand was still between me and her pussy, my face still buried in my sheets. A lot was going through my mind.
It was definitely amazing. I want to fuck her a couple more times. I can't feel my feet. Am I crushing her? She's not saying anything. Why isn't she saying anything? And all the while she just held me tight, panting heavily. Her hands started to caress my back in sinful strokes. Everything she was doing was right. It just felt right. This was so unexpected, but it felt right.
"Well... that happened," I said after what seemed like thirty minutes. She laughed softly and moved a little.
"Yeah, I don't really know what came over me. I'm...um...I'm not usually this um...fast," she said softly. She sounded like an angel. She looked like one.
"You see me complaining," I told her jokingly, although, I definitely wasn't going to complain at all.
"Nope," she laughed softly again and paused for a moment. I finally lifted my head from the bed, slipping out of her, which felt like torture. I wanted to stay like this forever. She looked up at me and smiled and I couldn't take my eyes off of hers. A bright and bubbly tune started playing in the background. Her phone, I assumed. She rolled her eyes and looked towards her purse.
"Sorry, I have somewhere to be. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" I looked at her once more and shook my head.
"No, go right ahead," I said, rolling off of her, slipping my condom off. I couldn't believe it was still on. She quickly got out of bed and picked her clothes up from the other side of my studio. I sat up and watched her naked body move across the tiny apartment. When she disappeared into the bathroom, I threw my head back onto the bed.
She's amazing.
I don't think I've ever been attracted to someone as much as I was to Michonne. We barely knew each other, but I knew her. I knew who she was deep down inside.
You sound fucking, insane, Grimes. I shook my head, trying to get out of the dumb after-sex thinking. It was just great sex and she was beautiful. That was all. I sat up, trying to clean myself up some and at least put my boxers on before she came back out.
Her voice echoed from the bathroom. "I have a painting class that I instruct. It's a kids class...at the rec center. That's why I have to go, otherwise..." she said as she came out. Michonne looked just as beautiful when the sun caught her again. Her gaze lingered on me as I stood there in my black boxer briefs, probably reliving what we just did. I couldn't stop thinking about her. About all of her.
Take her back to the bed.
"That's cool. I know we didn't plan on...anything..." I indicated pointing to my ruffled sheets. I ran my hands through my hair, and she smiled at me. I knew I was going to get rock hard again.
"Cool." She walked over to me and kissed me. Just a peck on my lips. I wanted to kiss her more but opted against it. "When will your show be ready?" she asked me, kind of quietly, completely different from who she was just a while ago, and still sexy.
"I need to have it ready in two weeks. Got plenty of time, and great material to work with." She gave me the biggest smile and tied the front of her shirt into a knot. "Are you coming?" I blurted out. She grinned and shook her head.
"I know this sounds weird, but I kind of don't want to observe other people observing me. Like, posing is different, but looking at myself as the art," she shrugged her shoulders, "I know it's strange," she said walking to her purse. She opened it up and looked at her phone, then stuck it back inside and grabbed her keys.
I walked to her quickly. Again, trying to appear as calm as I could. I got close and pulled on her arm gently. When she smiled, I wanted to scoop her up and take her back to bed. She has something to do. Chill, Grimes, I told myself. "You have to come to the show. You're the star of it. It's my work, so it's going to be tasteful. You're beautiful ...Come to the show, Michonne." Dude, is that coming out smooth, or are you graveling? I think you're graveling. But she smiled, so it must've been smooth.
"I'll think about it," she said, trying to walk away. I pulled her hand a little.
"Just think. You don't know?" I said rubbing her wrists, and she smiled that damn smile of hers. Those fifth graders might have to wait.
"Right now, it's think. Call me in a couple of weeks when it's ready. I'll know for sure then. Maybe," she said to me. I couldn't resist flirting with her. She was too cute.
"Can I call you sooner than that, or does it have to be in two weeks," I asked her. She looked up at me then looked down at my boxers.
"Soon is fine," she said lustfully, looking me in the eyes again.
I had never felt like this. Whatever this was, it was good, and I didn't want it to end.
"I have to go. I'm running late and there is going to be traffic. I need to change," Michonne muttered out. She turned around and I had to let her go. I followed her to the door and she turned around again. "I hope the photos come out good," she told me.
"I know they will," I said back. She waved and walked off and I stood in the doorway watching her walk down the hallway. When she was out of sight, I closed the door and looked around my place.
Not much was different. There wasn't a mess or any real disturbances. But it felt different. Brighter. A better space for my head to create.
I walked to my camera and picked it up off it's stand, turning it on. I looked at each picture I captured of Michonne earlier. Each one is different. Not equal. Not the same. And nothing but pure excitement came over me.
The show was going to be great.