A/N: Part II

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Rick POV

That day, that breezy night in Memphis…

Our album release party for the single 'Six Degrees' had already gone platinum and we were all on cloud nine. Our manager, crew, and closest friends attended the celebration at The Atrium.

You looked amazing that night. You always look so good, but that night...damn, you were a picture of pure perfection. You could have graced any billboard or magazine cover, but you are better than those two-dimensional photoshopped models. I smiled when you walked my way, that figure a perfect hourglass, caused all the blood in my body to rush into one particular region.

We had both had more than a few drinks that night. You claimed to have had even more than that, you said that 'you were pie-eyed and pissed as a newt'. Terms I'd didn't even think you knew before that night.

I thought I had kept a pretty good eye on you almost the entire night, so perhaps I missed the additional shots of tequila you said you had.

"Hi Rick," you greeted me and I let your voice soak in, your words, the way your eyes meet mine.

"Hi Chonne," I almost drown in your smile.

I quickly noticed that I wasn't the only one avidly watching you. All the males inside had turned their heads in your direction and were eyeing you as a dog looks at a steak. You didn't seem to be aware of the effect you had on the men or on me.

There was one particular guy who at the time I wanted to murder, but now…I suppose I should thank him. I think you said his name was Mike, anyway the guy would not leave you alone. You danced with him once, but of course, that wasn't enough. I saw him follow you from the dancefloor to the bar, over to a table of people he did not know and he even waited for you outside the ladies' room.

Your look of annoyance was not hidden when you turned down his drink offer for the third time, and still, the guy couldn't get a clue. I know that you didn't want to cause a scene by calling security on him, so I stepped in.

I didn't want to cause a scene either, so I politely asked you for a dance and you happily accepted. The guy finally realized that he had no chance at ever getting anything more than just dance with you, and he finally went on his way.

I can't believe in all the years we've known each other we've never actually danced with each other. It was as if everyone had vanished when you took my hand in yours. Your hands, so soft and delicate, the complete opposite of my callous damaged digits. I kept staring at them until your melodic voice removed me from my trance and when our eyes met, I was yet again spellbound. When you looked at me it was as if every ounce of breath was taken from my lungs floating into the air like midnight smoke. Every time you smiled at me it felt like the world stopped, leaving just the two of us to wander the earth together. Every time you held my face between your hands it felt like you were untying all of my knots.

Soon enough we were bumping and grinding against each other. It was almost as if our bodies had been built to work together. You matched all my movements, bump for a bump, and grind for a grind. You are a very sexy and talented dancer. We fit well together, like two pieces of a puzzle. That feeling astonished me. It was like you had been made for me…

Your body curved sinuously around mine and your hips swayed in a way that made my cock so hard, I was worried the denim covering it would rip. Your intoxicating scent was intensified by the light sweat caused by the exercise. I couldn't contain my craving for you any longer, so I grabbed the back of your neck and brought your sweet lips to mine. Our mouths crashed together and you gasped a little in surprise, responding a little timidly at first. But once my tongue gained entrance between your warm lips, you kissed me in earnest. I felt a surge of electricity run up and down my body. I had to have you now.

"Let's get out of here," I whispered.

You were still a little dazed but nodded in agreement. The way your hips swayed right in front of my face, with your perfect ass covered only by a thin layer of black fabric taunted my libido. You gave me a smile and began to walk hand in hand with me while I pushed past the paparazzi and into the waiting limo outside the venue. I thanked God that our hotel was just down the road. Before the driver could open his door, I was out of the limo. I held your hand the whole time, so as I got out, I gently pulled you out with me. I passed him a one-hundred-dollar bill and we entered the hotel, still hand in hand.

There was a silent serenity on the elevator as we ascended to the penthouse suites until I saw your apprehension. Your smoky eyes began to glint like the aftermath of a lightning strike, your glare roaming everywhere, except in my direction.

I tried not to be disappointed, I tried to be rational and understanding, we'd be ending our amazing friendship and beginning something else…

The timing could be better too, we've only been single for a couple of months…Despite all of that, I've never been surer of anything…

When the elevator opened and you stepped out proceeding confidently down the hall, I was positive that you had made your decision to end our night and go into your room which was right next door to mine. And as much as I wanted to be with you, I was not going to pressure you.

"Um, good night Michonne," I tried to smile hassle-free at you, my usual swagger fled faster than a gambler from a bookie. I swallowed hard, shifted anxiously from foot to foot, waiting for your response, still hoping…

"What do you mean goodnight?" The sound of your beautiful laugh filled the hallway. "You can't dance with me like that…and send me on my way." You responded quite enthusiastically. That was all the invitation I needed.

I slid the key-card, lifted you into my arms, and pushed the door open with my backside. I crossed the threshold still carrying you wrapped around me like a blanket, the significance of that gesture not lost on me. Your mouth was assaulting my neck, and I couldn't wait to return the favor. You dropped your designer jacket carelessly on the floor, never removing your lips and tongue from the neck. My cock was throbbing harder than it had ever before.

My hands traveled to your ass and I cupped it. You took it as an invitation and wrapped your legs around my waist, while both your hands tugged at my hair. After a minute or so, I broke our kiss, and while we panted, I grabbed your waist and pressed you into the wall while giving you what other females had called a toe-curling kiss.

Your arms automatically flew to encircle my neck and your hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I moved my lips from your mouth to your neck and nibbled the spot just below your ear. And you moaned beautifully in response.

I grabbed your hand again, this time more gently, and pulled you off the wall. I guided you to the vanity and shoved my things off, letting them fall to the floor. I place you on the spot that I cleared.

We kissed passionately, while my hands began to caress your toned legs from delicate ankles, which were still wrapped around me, up to your smooth thighs, over your damp panties, and finally snaking under your dress.

Our tongues fought for dominance, as your dress slipped upwards and my hands found the black lace panties and I yanked them down your legs.

I could see that you liked that since your hands pulled strongly at my hair and you kissed me with newfound urgency.

I separated my mouth from yours and dropped to my knees. The need to taste you was maddening. I put my hands on each one of your knees and looked up at your lovely face.

"Spread your legs for me."

You surrendered and we locked gazes, you glared at me in a lusty haze I surely had caused. I dipped my head down and as my mouth connected with your sweet moist and warm center, you moaned and your body jerked in reaction. I held you down by the knees, and your hands found the corners of the vanity as if holding on for dear life.

Your taste was heavenly nectar that only spurred me on. I licked and nibbled at the swollen bud as I listened to erratic breathing, and soon enough you are chanting my name. It was music to my ears. My tongue penetrated you, making you even more vocal. You became incoherent, just how I wanted.

I doubled my efforts but didn't let you find the release you desperately sought. It was not long before you began begging for mercy and I took mercy on you. My hand crawled up your leg and I inserted, first one, then two fingers inside, while my mouth sucked that sugary clit. Your walls had begun clenching around my fingers, so I curled them up and stroke your pleasure spot. You came hard and screaming my name. I didn't stop until I had lapped up all of your juices.

Your body slumped and I gave you a little time to compose, while I admired my work. Your dress was bunched up around your navel, legs dangling over the vanity. You had a lazy smile on your lips, which I'm sure matched my own.

My jeans were painfully restraining my raging erection, so I moved to unzip them and get them off me, but a pair of soft hands stopped me.

"Here, let me." You purred. You looked so sensual at that moment that I just stared at you, committing it to memory.

Your delicate hands made quick work of unzipping me. I let the jeans fall down to my feet and stepped out of them as well as my boots. I had gone commando, and as you took the sight of my half-naked form, your eyes widened. I was aware I was better endowed than most men, so I was used to the reaction, although it still pleased me to see it. You seemed hypnotized by my cock and unconsciously licked your lips. I grabbed you by the waist to help you down from the vanity, effectively breaking your trance.

Your hands found the hem of my shirt and slipped them inside hungrily. My hands glided down your back, reaching the bottom of your dress. I slipped the piece of fabric over your head, and you did the same with my shirt. We were finally naked, save for your high-heeled pumps. My eyes roamed your luscious body, and my desire to fuck you peaked. I couldn't wait any longer. You made to step out of your shoes, but I was having none of that.

"Don't. Leave them on."

I swiftly turned you around. With your back to my chest, and my erection pressing on the small of your back, I moved us towards the counter again. With your high heels on, I knew this would work perfectly. I bent you at the waist, placing your chest on the top and hands on either side of the edge of the vanity. Your scrumptious ass grazed my cock and I groaned. I let one of my hands wander down between your legs. God damn, you are soaking wet your fluids were already coating your thighs. My lips found their way to your ear and I whispered as I positioned myself at your entrance.

"Hold on for the ride."

I slammed into you from behind. I had waited too long to be gentle, but you didn't complain. At first, you gasped, but then moaned loudly, and I thrust into you again, you began meeting me thrust for thrust. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, and I knew they would leave marks. I just didn't care at the moment. Having my cock deep inside your heated core was overwhelming. It was like I had found my home.

I could see your face contorted with pleasure, and my body slamming behind you reflected in the mirror on the wall. It was extremely erotic. I would pull almost all the way out and slam back again.

I lifted your chin and then pointed at the mirror. "Look in the mirror Michonne…" In a commanding tone, I growled, "Don't take your eyes off of me, I want you to watch me make you cum."

Our eyes locked in the reflection and I knew we were both close, so I sped up and jerked my hips, aiming to hit your spot. Only seconds later the spasms took over our bodies and your walls milked my cock until I exploded inside of you.

You sagged on top of the vanity, covered in sweat, and utterly spent. I kissed your back, shuddered, and moaned as removed myself. It didn't seem like your legs would hold up, so I bundled you in my arms and carried you to the bathroom.

I sat you at the edge of the bathtub, turned on the water, kneeled down, and carefully removed your shoes. You gazed down at me and gave me a tired smile.

"Thank you."

"It's my pleasure."

I found that I liked taking care of you, I always have.

The warm water had filled the tub, so I stepped inside, sat down, and placed you between my legs, with your back to my chest. You sighed contently, and I put my arms around your stomach. You snuggled closer and rested your cheek on my chest. It felt natural to be with you like this. I knew right then, that you're the one. You always have been.

The only difference is now, you feel the same way.

I used a washcloth to clean your gorgeous body. When we were both cleaned up, we stepped out and dried each other with a single towel. You looked so sleepy, so I carried you in my arms to my bed.

I gently placed you above the comforter, with your head on a pillow, and lay down beside you. You quickly scooted over, placing your head on my chest, and one arm over my stomach. You closed your eyes and sighed contently. My hand absentmindedly rubbed circles on your naked back, I was very pleasantly surprised when I felt you move and your lips found my chest. And then, you started placing gentle kisses there… oh my… then, you scooted higher and began nibbling my collarbone, working downwards to my chest and finally reaching my stomach, before working your way back up. By the time you reached my nipple and sucked, my erection was pressing on your stomach, and when you bit down on my nipple, making me growl, I decided to pay you back.

I promptly flipped you over, and you squealed in surprise. I positioned myself between your legs and hovered over.

"You are playing with fire." I teased.

"I can see that now", you laughed, low and throaty.

I started by placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, slowly moving to your shoulder and down your chest. I reached your magnificent breasts, palming one and I nibbled and sucked on the other, your nipple hardens and your moans get even louder.

Your moaning and writhing below me, but you would have to wait a little longer. I continue my ministrations down your stomach, biting gently and sucking the skin. I skipped your warm center and moved to your thighs, and I heard your whimpering as I did so.

I slowly kissed, nibbled, and sucked every inch of both your legs and feet, paying special attention to the skin behind your knees and sucking on your toes. On my way back to your other leg, I again skipped your heated core and focused my attention on your arm. I knew you were coming undone. My cock was begging me to fuck you and I was about to concede to it when you spoke.

"Rick, please…" Your voice was trembling with desire. You didn't have to ask me twice.

I positioned myself at your entrance and looked into your eyes, which were clouded with lust. As our gazes locked, I entered you slowly, never breaking our stare. I could feel every inch of my cock being enveloped by your heat. I took my time entering you, enjoying the feeling until I was buried inside you.

You moaned quite loudly and grabbed my hair, pulling me down for a hungry kiss, and wrapping your legs around me, burying my cock to the hilt.

As I deepened our kiss, your hands clawed at my back. I held still, as our kiss grew more passionate until I could feel your writhing uncontrollably below me.

When I broke our kiss, you whimpered, before I began pulling out of you slowly, while looking deeply into your eyes. I pulled almost all the way out, before entering you again just as slowly.

Your eyes and body were begging me to let you find release. Still, I maintained my unhurried pace, slowly driving you insane. My cock entered and exited at a leisurely rhythm until you couldn't take it any longer, and your hands went to my ass digging your fingers in the flesh, trying to make me fuck you harder.

I finally conceded and sped up, tilting my hips just the right way to hit your pleasure spot. Your hips met me thrust for thrust, while you moaned feverishly, between cries of my name. My pace becoming more and more frantic, building and building as you are urging me to go harder, deeper, until we are both crying out, groaning, quivering, and then stilling as I release spurting warm and deep inside of you, my dick pulsing in response to your body's rhythm. And I came into you like a hurricane, everything that once held me in place was blown away.

I collapsed beside you and after a few moments, I tucked you tightly to my side…

…I wake suddenly, every thought in high definition. My eyes take in every ray of light and without a doubt I know I've slept too long. The only memory of you was the traces of your perfume that lingered on the empty pillow next to me.

You had already checked out of the hotel, so I didn't see you until the flight back to New York that night. On the plane, I brought up Memphis. You said you have no regrets, but you didn't want things to change between us.

So, I accepted that, or at least that's what I told myself.

Now that we are here, two years and four months later; I don't know what to make of your actions, your proposition.

I allowed the entire night to playback in my head; keeping you at the edge of your seat, you wondered what the hell is wrong with me. You didn't understand why I just didn't pick you up and take you into the villa.

Instead, I peered at you with unabashed scrutiny.

"You told me that you didn't want things to change." I finally answer, and I could tell it was not the response you were expecting, you stood from the chair, your eyes darted across my face, searching...

"I needed time, you needed time. Now it's time…" Your emotions telling me you need more of a connection, or that I do, though I guess in reality it's both of us, "Don't you agree?" Your eyes are so different in moments like these, softer than I knew eyes could be.

"Truthfully, the love you showed was a new thing to me, though I'd given it to others. I'd been aware of my love for you since we were students in college, but in those precious moments we shared in Memphis, it magnified."

"Rick, you are my friend, a kindred spirit. I just want to be able to tell you that I love you and know that you love me. Even if you've changed your mind about us ever becoming lovers."

Your hands tenderly caressed the expanse of my chest, as if exploring new territory and I became undone. I lifted you off your feet and carried you into the villa.

"I didn't change my mind, I'm in love with you Michonne."