Original Title: Brand New Eyes
Author: virgoreader

VenusInBloom note: This story features young Rick and Michonne (early 20s). Some changes made for grammar and sentence structure (aka overall flow of the story); I do not own the story. All content and characters are trademark and copyright of their respective owners.

Rick Grimes lay on the couch in his apartment waiting for Michonne. She was late again, but after knowing her for twelve years, he wasn't too surprised.

At twenty-two, he was used to all of her little habits, including being late for their movie night. As corny as it seemed, it was their tradition. He pushed back the bangs of his messy brown hair and closed his eyes, letting his mind wander. It went straight to thoughts of Michonne, as it often did. He remembered meeting her in the 5th grade when they were ten years old. He remembered sticking to her like glue through high school. He'd watched her grow from a hyperactive little Black girl into a mature and intelligent young woman.

She had filled out in all the right places, and as time passed it became harder and harder not to notice. He liked the full breasts she'd grown and the full and curvy body she carried. She wasn't a stick (a fact he found very appealing) and all of her features suited her well. He thought about her full pink lips, her big brown eyes, her slender waist and the most perfect bottom he'd ever had the pleasure of looking at.

Rick felt his cock come alive.

Unconsciously, he slid his left hand down his loose pajama pants to his warm member. He continued to fantasize about Michonne as he slowly stroked himself. He imagined her soft brown skin and the sleek black hair that felt against her shoulders. His left hand began to pick up speed. He was so lost in thought that he almost fell off the couch when he heard someone knocking at his door. Rick picked himself up and peered through the hole in the door to see Michonne shifting her weight from foot to foot in the cold. Panicking at the thought of Michonne seeing his raging boner, he ran to the kitchen and grabbed an apron.

The banging grew louder.

"Be right there!"

Rick yelled as he tried to calm down.

"Hurry up Rick, I'm freezing out here!" Michonne yelled back.

He tried to think of everything he could think of to lose the hard on; granny panties, dead dogs, vomit; but it didn't help much. So he resorted to pouring cold water on himself from the shivered and headed for the door.

"Why are you wet?"Michonne asked once inside.

"I was in the shower."Rick lied. He went to his bathroom and dried off. When he returned, Michonne was curled up on the couch in her slick pyjama shorts and tank top. This is going to be a long night. Rick thought to himself.

. . .

Hours later, Rick was happily lounging on the couch with Michonne dozing in his arms.

They watched a few movies, ate some pizza, drank a few beers, and had a few laughs. He always felt happy when Michonne was around, especially when the two of them shared a sweet night together. Rick sat up on his elbow and looked down at the beauty before him. Rick brushed some of her soft black hair away from her neck. He was desperately tempted to touch her. He chided himself for not having the courage; the thought that it was mere tissue that kept him from being inside her drove Rick crazy. He took a deep breath to banish his erotic thoughts, but it didn't began to stir a little, pressing her ass harder against her suffering friend. Rick bit his bottom lip to stifle a got off the couch, trying not to wake Michonne.

"Where are you going?" She asked lazily.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." Rick replied in a hurry, practically running to his room. He locked the door behind him and started at his belt buckle; he had to get things under control before she got suspicious. He took a deep breath and slowly dragged his hand down his torso, imagining Michonne's hand there. He closed his eyes and moaned her name softly as he touched his throbbing cock, momentarily forgetting that she was outside the room.

. . .

Michonne lay on Rick's couch, wondering why he'd run away from her so quickly. She'd been pretending to be asleep for a while; it had taken a lot of her own strength not to attack Rick when she saw him every day. He'd grown into a handsome man from the scrawny ten-year-old she'd met in elementary school. She'd felt his warm breath on her neck. It had warmed her core and made her panties wet. She wanted to feel his warmth again. She sat up when she heard noise coming from Rick's room.

"What's he up to?" She said as she made her way to his door.

. . .

Michonne knocked on the door and Nathan stopped.

"Are you okay in there?" She asked.

Rick's hand was still on his cock, pre-cum soaking his fingers.

"Rick?" She sounded worried and he had no choice but to answer.

"I'm fine." He croaked. She tried to open the door, but it was locked. "I said I'm fine." He said more sternly.

"Okay... I guess I'll sleep on the couch then." Michonne said, dejected. "See you tomorrow."

Rick waited until he was in the clear and breathed a sigh a relief. He continued stroking his cock like his life depended on it. He needed this before he could face her.

"God!" He growled, finishing in his hand. He took a deep breath and wiped his cum on his chest, revelling in the dirty deed he'd done. "Fuck." He breathed.

He walked towards his desk and grabbed a couple of wet wipes. He cleaned himself up and changed into a comfortable pair of pants and a sleeping shirt. He wasn't ready to face her yet, but he had no choice. He ran his fingers through his hair and made his way to the door. Rick nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Michonne there, watching him wide-eyed

"I'm so sorry Rick!" Michonne yelped out before she turned to leave. She had nearly made it to the couch before he grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the wall.

"Michonne-" She wouldn't look at him. "Look, I'm sorry you... Heard that. I've been stre" Rick pleaded. He was a bit confused when she looked up at him with a smile.

"I'm not mad at you, Rick, I'm just shocked you needed to do that right now!" She responded.

"I said I was going to bed—"

"In the middle of a movie?"

"You fell asleep!" He defended, taking a step back.

"I was pretending!" She yelled back and immediately regretted it.

"What?" He said and she blushed. "You were what?"

"Nothing." She quickly said.

"Were you listening to me?" He smirked and took a step forward. "You're a pervert!" He grinned.

"You weren't really quiet Rick, anyone would have heard you." She said sarcastically.

"I live alone, Michonne." He paused, his body now flush against hers.

"And yet you managed to schedule your 'alone time' with me in the next room." Rick didn't know if Michonne was angry or just making fun of him—he had a hard time reading her. "Who were you thinking about anyway, the blonde in biochem?"

"Fuck no." He said before leaning in and kissing her. Michonne didn't have to think twice before deepening the kiss. He nipped at her lower lip, savouring it. He pressed his body against hers and leaned down to plant warm kisses on her neck.

Michonne softly moaned his name.

Rick picked her up and took her to the couch, trying not to break the kiss. He lifted himself up to remove his shirt. He felt the warmth of Michonne's tongue against his lower abdomen. His cock hardened at the action and jerked out in Michonne's face. Rick swallowed hard and twitched as he felt the tip of her tongue on his cock. His breathing laboured as she sucked on him, her head bobbing back and forth. After a few minutes, Rick reluctantly pulled on her hair to get her off his cock. Michonne whimpered, which made Rick chuckle.

"Slow down, pretty lady." He chuckled as she rolled her eyes.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he leaned down and covered her mouth with his own, pushing Michonne back onto the bed. He used his knee to spread her legs and lay on top of her. Michonne lifted her hips so that his cock ground harder against her, but Rick had other ideas. He kissed a trail down her neck and fastened his mouth to her breasts. He lathered her nipples through her tank top with his tongue, alternating between the two. Michonne arched her back as Rick continued down her flat stomach to the top of her shorts. He quickly removed them and the panties underneath. Once he was face to face with Michonne's pussy, he ravaged it—his tongue sucking at her clit like a ravaged man. Michonne bucked and screamed. She held onto Rick's head, not wanting him to stop.

"Holy fuck, Rick." She moaned.

He moaned into her, he could die here.

"Rick, I'm going to—" Michonne tried to say but found herself coming on Rick instead. "Fuck!"

She threw her head back and took a deep breath. Rick was still licking her gently, making her twitch a little.

"Please stop!" She begged, "I can't—I—." He kissed her inner thigh, satisfied. She looked down at a grinning Rick.

"One for one." He said and Michonne rolled her eyes, laughing at the ridiculousness of their situation. "I'm just getting started."

"Is that so, Rick Grimes?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm not letting you go." Michonne smiled at her former best friend; she knew she was in for the adventure of a lifetime.