A/N: A/H of the events in the ASZ, there have been no casualties as of yet.
Dedicated To: CodeName M.E, dispatcher652 and zeejack
Rated PG -13
Noah regarded the well-appointed room appreciatively. Everything was placed and displayed in a pleasing manner. Punch, lemonade, and other non-alcoholic beverages are in large glass bowls, hors-d'oeuvres on silver trays, casseroles in ceramic baking dishes, and desserts in little glass cups. The young man grabbed a few no-bake peanut-butter and chocolate chip cookies on a napkin. He pondered as he observed several small groups of people having quiet conversations.
This party is missing something...
Music!
Until now, Noah hadn't had a reason to play the CD's he'd found in the house he now resides in. But tonight, the CD's labeled 'R&B Jamz' and 'Hip-Hop Yaasss' would totally be appropriate and hopefully appreciated.
He took a brief scan of the room. "Jackpot!" He said aloud and strutted over to the CD player.
"Wow" Spencer mouthed, allowing his eyes to roam all over Sasha as she approached him on the porch. "You look incredible."
"Why thank you." Sasha's eyes widened at Spencer's reaction to her. She wore a little black dress, which showed off all her petite curves and a pair of sleek black heels. She'd let her hair down, allowing her tightly coiled ringlets to seductively cascade over her eyes. "Mind leading me to the refreshments." She asked, giving Spencer a quick once-over. Sasha was impressed with how well he'd cleaned up.
"Don't mind at all -pretty lady." The tall man said hooking his arm into hers, leading her into the house. He continued whispering flirtatious complements to her the entire way.
A few moments later, Abe and Rosita stroll into the party, dressed like Bo and Daisy Duke. They greeted Noah, Carol, and a few other people inside. Soon, Abe's nose commenced to leading him to the backyard, so Rosita grabbed two beers from the beverage table and they headed towards the back. In the back-patio area, several people sat around a bonfire, chatting and enjoying the cool summer night. The deer meat Daryl and Arron were cooking on the grill looked and smelled amazing.
Eugene's jaw dropped when he caught a glimpse Rosita in her tied -up checkered shirt and super short daisy dukes. Tara took notice too and jumped up and vacant her seat. "Here, you can sit right here beautiful." Tara offered, forgetting that Denise had been occupying that very seat. So, when Denise came back with their drinks Eugene politely offered the perturbed woman his seat.
By the time Rick and Michonne arrived at the party everyone in town was already there. The sounds of laughter and conversation could be heard coming from the house as well as the backyard. Rick had tried everything he could think of to keep Michonne in bed with him, but the stunning woman was determined to make an appearance. Michonne wore a little silky-blue romper and matching heels, Rick knew in order to maintain his sanity, he'd have to keep away from her until they returned home.
"You look amazing," Rick said, taking her delicate hand in his and placing it to his lips. "You smell amazing too." Her skin was aglow, her breasts pert, yet round and full. "Fuck Michonne, you're amazing, let's go home." He pled openly.
She blinked at him, debating internally with herself before she responded. "Thank you, Rick," she smiled sweetly at him. She would have kissed him but didn't want to get him any more riled up than he already was. "We'll just make our rounds, check on Carl and Judith, and then we'll go home," Michonne assured him. She wanted nothing more than to finish what they had started, but she felt obligated to meet and greet with the people she had not had a chance to encounter. She especially wanted to have a discussion with Deanna and Reg in regards to their plans on expanding the perimeters of Alexandria.
"Promise baby?" He raised his eyebrows enthusiastically.
"I Promise..." Her voice trailed off. She reluctantly broke her gaze from her handsome man's face. Rick's not merely good-looking – he's the epitome of male beauty, breathtaking, sharp, and defined. She hurried into the house; Rick was hot on her heels.
"Psst Aiden Psst," Spencer whispered at his brother. He was not sure if Aiden couldn't hear him or if he was ignoring him. His brother was a few feet away chatting with Eric and Francine. Spencer's eyes shifted erratically as he tried to get the attention of his brother and no one else. "PSSST...Aid!" Eric gave Spencer a curious glance while Aiden waved his hand dismissively. So, the attractive young man had to improvise. He only had half a jar of moonshine and although he preferred spiking the punch with Aiden's tall flask full of bourbon, he was not surprised when his brother flaked out at the last minute.
"What are you doing?" Sasha blurted out, purposely approaching Spencer from behind.
"AHHHH," Spencer shouted, startled by Sasha's sudden approach. She giggled; Spencer's not only cute; he's funny too, she said to herself.
"I was gonna have a shot, want one." He grabbed two plastic shot glasses from the stack and poured in the apple moonshine till it filled the brims.
"Yaaas Spence Yasss!" Sasha raised her shot "To new friends." They lightly tapped the shots together.
Rick and Michonne were both impressed with the layout as they strolled in. They immediately noticed Glen and Maggie, chatting with Reg and Morgan as they made their way towards them.
"Wow, Michonne, you look great." Maggie coyly complimented her friend. Morgan nodded earnestly in agreement.
All eyes were on Michonne as she twirled around and smiled. "Thank you, Maggie, I love your outfit too," Michonne replied happily. The dark-skinned beauty noticed Morgan's lingering, flirtatious glare, and when she turned her head to regard Rick, she noticed, he was unappreciatively noticing Morgan's attentive gaze too.
"Hey Dad, everyone really likes your lemon-mint julep." Carl approached the group with a big cup in his hand. "When I brought it over from the house, Spencer asked me was it spiked. What does that mean?"
Everyone in the small circle eyes went wide.
Rick snatched the cup from Carl, "Hey...! Get your own!" Carl exclaimed. Rick ignored him, chugging a big gulp and swishing it around his mouth. Rick swallowed the beverage and let out a sigh of relief.
"Come on Dad, can I have my lemonade back?" Carl snapped in confusion.
"Oh yeah," Rick said offhandedly thrusting the cup back to his son, all the while incredulously eyeing Spencer from across the room.
Deanna placed her hand in her husband's and greeted the rest of the group warmly. "Rick...Michonne, when you get a chance, Reg and I would like to discuss the plans for the wall fortification and expansion."
"Of course," Michonne agreed.
Rick gave no response, his eyes shifting back and forth from Morgan staring at Michonne to Spencer holding a bottle of moonshine.
"I'm sorry for acting cray-cray and screaming at ya'll when I first got here. I thought ya'll were all were a bunch of delusional assholes." Sasha boldly voiced after swigging her second shot of apple moonshine. "I'd just lost my brother and my boyfriend before I got here." The young woman confessed. She was exceptionally appreciative to Deanna and Spencer. They've both become close acquaintances in the last few weeks. Both of them always seem to know what to say when the young woman was feeling low. They've been helpful with keeping her busy and being a much-needed shoulder to lean on in addition to her group.
"I'm so sorry babe," Spencer said pouring her and himself another shot. "Everybody thought you were cray-cray, but I didn't and I'm glad you don't see me as a delusional asshole anymore." He chuckled.
She took a second. Leaned forward and turned on the charm. "You wanna dance with me?"
"Oh, Hell yeah I wanna dance with you!" Spencer's shouted out, his eyes went wide and soft.
And Sasha's inner goddess emerged, she swayed in a gentle victorious samba. Noah turned up the music and several people began bobbing their head to the infectious rhythm and bass. The lively sounds of music and cheers drew a small crowd from the backyard into the house.
Abe instantly took notice of Sasha. Rosita noticed him noticing Sasha. Tara noticed them both and giggled.
Rosita flipped her eyes back to him.
This mattered not to Abe who quite unabashedly eyed the caramel-skinned- woman. The buff man cleared his throat and took another swig of lager, letting himself savor the cool beer sliding down into his stomach, willing it to calm the jumpy energy that was steadily progressing. The way Sasha Williams gyrated and moved her shapely body about, short of the devil standing between him, he was going to dance.
With her.
And so, he does.
Albeit, Abe has no rhythm whatsoever, still, he manages to bump Spencer far enough away to slide up dangerously close to Sasha. Sasha is feeling so good from the moonshine and catchy tunes of the music she does not notice that the man she's been flirting with has been replaced by Abe who was enthusiastically dancing against her backside.
Rosita has seen enough and begins swaying in a triumphant cha-cha. Tara and Eugene favor Rosita's moves, but the majorities' eyes remain memorized by Sasha.
Carl and a few people take notice of DJ Noah as he flawlessly mouths the words to the song playing, causing the preteen to erupt in laughter.
"Attention all y'all players and pimps / Right now in the place to be (shake ya ass!) / I thought I told y'all niggas before / Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (watch yourself!)"
His willowy frame moved fluidly to the music, Denise, Oliva, Barbra all were compelled to join him. Soon, Noah had several women dancing with him.
Rick chuckled a few times more, shaking his head before finally taking his first swig of beer. He dismisses himself from the foolishness to look for Carol and Judith. He walked down the hall unsure of which door to open first.
"She's down the hall putting Judith to bed," Michonne whispered, opening the door of a bedroom, "Now come here." she lifted the corner of her mouth in a slight smile and met his gaze fully. He gulped and sauntered towards her, closing the door behind him. Michonne clasps his hand with hers and he feels the current run through him. The sexy woman led him to a wooden chair place peculiarly in the middle of the room.
"Sit down," Michonne said simply, yet smiles encouragingly.
Rick rumbled. "Oh? Okay..." As he glanced down, one eyebrow raised. His mind wandered idly. When he sat down, she settled on his lap her hips picking up the tempo of the music. Her thighs clamped onto his in a vice-like grip.
His hands fisted to his side. "Michonne..." his octave and tone matched hers now. His eyes glinted with a flash of excitement.
"My muscles are so relaxed now. I feel like my old flexible self again." Michonne displayed her litheness by grabbing the heels of her foot, pulling her leg up until her foot is facing the ceiling.
Rick inhaled deeply before letting out an appreciative groan. "You're torturing me."
She giggled, while slowly rocking her center back and forth on his ever-growing erection. Subconsciously he moved back and forth against her hot, softcore suppressing a loud moan.
"Kiss me." He demanded, breathing harder than usual.
Their lips meet in a soft, breathy kiss. Michonne giggled inside, she knew they must look like two lovesick teens. She kissed his neck brushing her chest against his. Rick wanted her to stop but didn't have the strength to tell her. He hoped the music was loud enough that they didn't hear him groaning. His gaze is unwavering and intense. He nicked the front of her romper with is teeth causing her breast to pop free.
It was ridiculous what she was doing to him.
Rick began kissing Michonne with such vigor, she knew she'd have bruised lips later. He couldn't take it anymore; abruptly breaking their hungry kiss, he said...
"I'm gonna rip that pretty little outfit off your sexy little body and take ya right here -if you don't get your perfect ass off my lap and take me home." Rick hissed through a clenched jaw. All the while gently tracing her full lips with his finger.
Michonne's big doe eyes became impossibly larger.
She cleared her throat and gently tugged at the collar of his brown T-shirt.
"Then let's go home."
The ASZ Soundtrack
Are You Somebody - Aaliyah
Rub You the Right Way - Johnny Gill
I'm Your Baby Tonight – Whitney Houston
Feels Good – Tony Toni Tone
No Diggity – By Backstreet
Ignition- R. Kelly
Shake Ya Ass- Mystikal
Miss New Booty – Bubba Sparkxxx
Hot Spot – Foxy Brown
Work It – Missy Elliot