I'm glad y'all are enjoying mutually obsessed Richonne. Delulu-gang stand up! Thanks for the reviews so far (and the alerts, I see you!). I've got part 4 ready, will continue to add them as the week goes on. Let me know what you think in the reviews, and as always, I don't own this story, just made some changes.
"Alright. You gon' skulk off in the night though like some thief?"
She asked, fearing it was all a lie.
"I don't think I could leave even if I wanted to. I think I would like to stay here, with you." Rick smiled.
Michonne could feel his manhood inside her, as if it wanted to make a permanent home.
"I think you prove that by not taking your thing out of me," she joked back, smiling and enjoying the feel of her sex on top of his.
"Maybe I ain't finished."
She smiled at him, still running her hands down his masculine arms and torso. "I think you done, I don't feel like there's anything left in me either."
"I could get excited again." Rick countered as she could see his eyes on her, making her feel that he was into her like no other man she had ever known.
"I think you'll want more of that in the morning, after a full night's rest." She joked, nervous and excited at the possibility of having a man in her bed again.
"If you'll have me." He simply replied, eyes locked with hers.
"I don't think you gonna be taking no for an answer. You still haven't taken your thing out of me."
"Like I said: maybe I ain't done yet." He smiled.
"It's getting cold and I'm awfully tired. Let's get some sleep." She pushed off him and made her way to her washbasin. The strange feeling of having a lover again was coupled with the fact that he was white. Never before had she wanted a white man and now she saw him as someone who could be in her life.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the other room, not letting her get to the sink. Then she turned to him and protested, "I hav'ta clean myself."
Rick continued to pull her towards the bed. "I know."
Michonne could not find the strength to fight him and landed on the bed next to him. "Didn't think a white man would want to have a child with a negro girl now that they can't sell the baby."
He then moved her body slightly so that he was on top of her, but not between her legs. "Maybe I just want a beautiful girl to have my baby."
Not gonna come back in nine months and snatch it? Be having a prize to take back home." Michonne hissed, thinking there was no way a white man like him from such a family would want to have a baby with her.
"When I come back, it'll be to be with you and our babe." He replied, smiling.
"What if there ain't no babe?"
"Then we can spend time making one." He kissed her then. Michonne felt the emotional need to be with a child she had longed for since losing her only child two years ago. The idea of being a mother again made her cry as she hated thinking about it and wondered if it would ever happen again.
"Don't be lying to me. It killed me when my boy died." Michonne pulled away and admitted. She didn't want to feel that pain again and not wanting to get her hopes up either.
"I may be a thief, but I ain't a liar, Michonne."
She held out her hand to help him up. He winced and breathed out deeply trying to get on his feet. "Knew it." She said.
"It ain't so bad. I'll be back to robbin' banks soon." Rick smiled and Michonne rolled her eyes and helped him to her bedroom.
The room was small but cosy. Rick noticed that she only slept on one side of the bed. A part of him was sad for her loss - losses - but another feeling bubbled up inside: hope, happiness and the possibility of a peaceful and quiet life with a woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Michonne prepared for bed and was about to lie down in her usual spot when Rick stopped her.
"I'll sleep by the door, Dewdrop." Michonne stopped what she was doing and stared at the empty space in her bed. "Go on, it's alright." He said, encouraging her. He knew why.
He watched as she took a deep breath and walked to the other side of the bed. Michonne felt like she was about to give up a part of her life for a new one.
She lay down and watched him struggle. "Don't go bleedin' on my good quilt, now." She joked.
"You wrapped me up pretty good." He smiled.
They lay in bed for hours. She listened to him talk about almost getting caught before he asked how she got here. Michonne told him how she and George had travelled west on the railroad before settling here to raise horses. She explained how George had been told that the town was going to build a rail spur into town and that owning this land was a way to a better life.
Rick never passed judgement and Michonne then asked about the war. She loved how he never exaggerated his bravery in the war, admitting that he was always afraid and that he ran after the last battle, afraid that the next one would be his last. She fell asleep in his arms, thinking about how that night had turned her world upside down.
. . .
Michonne woke early, leaving a sleeping Rick in the bedroom, and quickly bathed. The guilt from her exploits was there, but Michonne could not help but enjoy feeling a little guilty.
She put on a clean dress and stoked the fire in the kitchen and living room, warming the house to a comfortable temperature. Although it was still cold outside, it was much warmer than last night. Michonne ventured out to get some fresh water for Rick, only to see that the sun had come out and the weather had turned into a clear sunny day as well.
Maybe she could have another day with him before she had to deal with the group. She pushed the thought aside and went back inside to heat some water for her lover and cook him a nice southern meal that he would enjoy.
She went back to the bedroom to find him still fast asleep. She wondered if she should wake him or let him sleep since they were up late. The thought that a man could do this to her made her wonder if he could give her pleasure all day. She pulled back the covers to get a better look at him, his body was covered in scars—probably from the battlefield—and his member was large and soft. It was unladylike of her, but it felt so right.
She pushed her dirty thoughts out of her mind, she knew she could not think of such things, it was not right. The more she tried to think of something else, the more she knew it was useless.
She went back to the kitchen and began to prepare some bacon, grits, biscuits, and eggs. She hoped he would eat for his strength, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that the man sleeping in her bed would be fed by her.
Rick woke up just as she took the biscuits out of the oven. She saw him move towards her, wearing only his trousers, which she had left by the bed. His bare chest was covered in light brown hair. She blushed and went back to making their eggs.
"Morning." Michonne called to him
"Good mornin'." He said, hugging her from behind and placing a gentle kiss on her neck. "Smells pretty good in here."
"I want you to eat today, you too skinny. God knows you prolly haven't been eating good out there. Prolly ain't have grits and bacon in a spell either."
"I really miss home cooking." He said, running his hands up and down her waist.
Michonne turned back to look at him, feeling a sense of pride that she could be the woman who could take care of him. "I like cooking for a man who appreciates it."
"You know what else I miss?" Rick replied as she felt his hands move under her nightgown, feeling her bare hips.
The sensation of his hands on her bare flesh was exciting, but the sound of his strong voice against her neck as she knew what he wanted made her body quiver with taboo excitement. "What?"
"You." Rick replied as his hand moved up to cradle her large breasts, his fingers feeling her nipples as if her body belonged to him.
"Richard Grimes!" Michonne swatted his hand away playfully. "We just met."
Rick moved back laughing, his arms raised in surrender. Michonne's body responded to his touch, but she had important matters at hand. Feeding him and figuring out what exactly he wanted from her.
"I want you more than anything I have ever wanted." Rick said.
"You'd better eat first, Mr Grimes."
"Oh, I will." He said, lifting Michonne's body and placing it on the dining table.
"Oh!" Michonne yelped, surprised at his strength. "Rick!"
"Yes, sweet girl?" He said as he lifted her dress up to her hips. He raised an eyebrow at her lack of underclothing and smiled suggestively.
Michonne, unable to say anything else, gripped his left hand as he worked her cunt. He could feel his cock coming to life through his underwear.
"Oh God—Oh!" She moaned.
Rick grunted. He wanted to fuck her, but he also wanted to make sure she came before he moved on. He moved his body closer to hers, where she could feel the head of his member against hers.
"I'm so close!" She cried. Rick then moved his hands, feeling her bottom and then moving up her back, caressing her soft chocolate skin. He moved his finger in and out. Michonne squeezed her eyes shut.
His right hand pulled down the strap of her housedress, exposing her breasts. He leaned down and sucked on her breasts, eliciting another loud moan from his goddess. Michonne felt he wanted to see her exposed flesh so she could give him her whole body.
"Rick!" She cried as she came.
"Yes, doll?" He nuzzled her neck. His hands were still exploring her flesh.
Michonne didn't answer; her hands found their way to his member. He exhaled and continued to pepper her face and neck with kisses. She pulled his cock out of his trousers and played gently with his balls. Rick purred, enjoying the feel of her hands on him.
Rick needed her. His member decided that his body belonged to her. He kissed her passionately and thrust into her at the same time. Michonne cried into his mouth. Each thrust of his shaft brought a soft but deep moan. Michonne and Rick were thrilled in each other's bodies, so much so that they nearly fell over when the boiled eggs she had placed on the stove exploded.
"Sweet Jesus!" She yelled, jumping off the table and running towards the messy stove.
Rick laughed, enjoying the frantic side of Michonne.
"Wasn't hungry anyway." Rick joked as she turned to see him pulling up his trousers.
"You're so bad. I'm gon' head to the barn to get some more eggs." She huffed.
"No need for that, we gotta plenty of food already."
"You sure?" She moped.
"Positive. Now sit an' eat." He ordered . She raised a brow. "Please." He added.
Michonne served Rick a plate before sitting across from him.
"Sit closer to me." He said, his mouth full of biscuits. Rick smiled as he heard her move to the chair closest to him.
"Rick Grimes, you bring out the worst in me."
Michonne served Rick a plate before sitting across from him.
"Sit closer to me." He said, his mouth full of biscuits. Rick smiled as he heard her move to the chair closest to him.
"Rick Grimes, you bring out the worst in me."
"Now what did I do?" Rick joked back, smiling as he fluttered his blue eyes at her.
"Acting like a child with his favourite toy."
"I won't deny that." He said smugly.
He placed a hand on her thigh and rubbed his thumb gently over her skin. "I thought you were a gentleman." She said.
"I am, but I can't take my eyes off you. I could stare at you all day and night and it still wouldn't be enough."
"Smooth talker." She rolled her eyes.
Rick swallowed and then smiled back. "Well...you bring out the best in me. If I met you before joinin' Jacob Sullivan, we would be in this house with youngins running around."
"I am, but I can't take my eyes off you. I could stare at you all day and night and it still wouldn't be enough."
"Smooth talker." She rolled her eyes.
Rick swallowed and then smiled back. "Well, you bring out the best in me. If I met you before joinin' Jacob Sullivan, we would be in this house with youngins running around."
Michonne could not help but smile back at him, beliving him. "Be thinking you would want me to have a whole bunch of your babies the way you be, always wanting to be 'round me."
"I always wanted a big family, lots of babes running around, pesterin' their mama." He paused. "Ma and Pa only had me and I hung around the Negro boys when we were younger but never around the girls."
"You'd drive them crazy."
"Could say that." He winked and Michonne laughed. She could picture a young Rick chasing after the young girls, trying to get their attention. She laughed and brushed her hair out of her face.
"I ain't much of a farmer, and I can't promise you gold, but I know my way around a horse." She raised another brow, knowing that he was, in fact, not that quick with horses.
"Raising horses is good money in these parts, too."
"Nice fine barn you have out there too."
"Gotta be quick with horses, mister. One wrong move and you could get shot."
The corners of Rick's eyes crinkled. Rick put down his fork and wiped his mouth. "Well, I got news for you, missy. I took my share of the last job we did in Boulder. I didn't spend a cent of what I made on the robbery either. If I come back this way and you don't shoot me, I'll give you some of it."
"That would be nice... Don't get much for quilts in the local shop." She gave a weak smile, not wanting to tell him that she knew it was a gesture of words and nothing more.
Rick noticed the change in tone and manner. This was a conversation they needed to have soon. While he had every intention of keeping his promise to her and coming back, the gang still had unfinished business.
"I know that look." He said. "I told you I won't lie to you. I've done some bad, bad things, but I will not lie to those I care. I will always tell you the truth, even when it hurts. I promise you, I will come back to you."
Michonne watched him go back to eating and then did the same. She didn't want to challenge him on his promise and hoped he was truly an honest man, albeit a thief. The idea of giving in to his promise was like a leap of faith that she was not yet ready to take.
"You know the town will be out lookin' for you." Michonne said, knowing there was a good chance he would be caught even before he could fulfill his promise.
"Yeah, they out looking for me. I know they want Bobby Sullivan bad too. My guess is they'll find their tracks and head where they are going. I skinned out before they did that last train. Figured I should be safe to head South for a while."
Michonne stood up, then remembered the bath she had prepared. "I can heat some water. Thinking a good wash might do you some good."
"That sounds like a mighty fine idea." Rick exclaimed, watching her move about. "Haven't had a good bath in a week, not since we left the trail." He added to keep conversation.
Michonne cleaned up and poured hot water into the sink for Rick. When the basin was full enough for him to step in, she looked over at him and watched as he pulled down his trousers, revealing himself in all his naked glory. Michonne quickly turned away, feeling that it was immoral to look at a man's member in broad daylight. As he sat down and made himself comfortable, she finally caught her breath, knowing that the man in her home had begun to capture her heart and the innermost desires of her body.
She watched him bathe out of the corner of her eye.
"You worried about getting caught?" Michonne asked, feeling the fear of him being caught, knowing that this man was all she wanted now.
"Nah. They got the posters all wrong. They took a picture of Bobby, but the bounty hunters who will catch him will think it's me. I made sure I kept to myself and stayed hidden when we got on the train."
"Best you stay that way then." she asked, hoping his trip was temporary and then considering going with him for a moment.
"I could stay there for a little while and then come back 'round this way when things die down." Michonne walked over to the basin and sat at the edge of the large copper tub. Rick leaned back, letting Michonne enjoy the show of his burgoning muscles glistening in the water. "Come back this way and spend more time together."
"When?" She quietly asked.
"Maybe next winter." Rick said as he stood up. Michonne grabbed a towel and gently tossed it to him, but not before getting a good look at his manhood. The tingling in her sex increased as the urge to touch it grew stronger.
She reached out and gently traced the muscled curve of his hips. "I don't want this to be inside someone else." She flirted.
Rick stepped out of the pool, still dripping wet. "You talk like you want me for marriage." He mocked, repeating what she had said the day before.
Michonne stood up and smiled at him. "Can't give me somethin' and not 'spect me to think it's all mine."
Rick wiped himself with a large cloth. "If you want me, you can have me."
