Thank you
August 26th
Frustration
Rosita narrowed her eyes, observing Lori, Maggie, and Tara splashing around in the water. "I really don't get why she's here. Didn't we agree to stop inviting her?" she remarked, irritation creeping into her tone.
It wasn't Maggie this time," Sasha interjected, sprawled out beside Rosita on a large beach towel "She overheard the plans at Glenn's party, and Glenn felt bad, so he invited her."
"I don't get those two. Sure, they were friends with her too, but at this point she's should just be Rick's ex to them," Rosita replied, flipping onto her stomach, trying to even out her tan.
"Exactly. Right, Michonne?" Sasha asked, glancing at Michonne, who merely nodded, her interest clearly waning.
Somehow, Lori had wormed her way back into their groups plans and if it hadn't been for the talk with Rick at Glenn's birthday, Michonne might have felt a flicker of annoyance. But her mind was elsewhere, and it seemed that Rosita and Sasha were the ones truly bothered by Lori's presence.
Michonne hadn't planned on being at the beach; she had been dragged along against her will. Home was where she wanted to be, but Sasha was determined to seize the last moments of their summer before school took over their lives.
So here they were, lounging on beach towels while their friends engaged in various seaside activities.
As September crept closer, a part of her longed to retreat into her comfort zone. This summer had been a whirlwind of social events, far beyond her usual pace. With each passing day, it felt like the outings multiplied, leaving her drained and craving solitude.
At least, that's what she told herself as was the reason she wanted to stay behind. Yet her eyes betrayed her, drawn to the very reason she wanted to stay back.
She had hoped for a moment alone with Rick, away from the prying eyes of their friends.
She tried her best to keep her eyes off him, but it had become increasingly difficult to do so. Watching him sent a flood of thoughts rushing through her mind. It didn't help that he was currently shirtless playing hacky sack with Daryl and Shane.
Since Glenn's birthday, everything had shifted between them, yet they hadn't found the words to address.
What was evident was their mutual reluctance to let their friends in on the change. They found themselves sneaking around like horny teenagers lost in passionate make out sessions. It was thrilling, yet it never seemed to evolve into anything more than over the clothes makeout sessions.
Whenever they approached the brink of something more, it was often Michonne who nudged them forward, only for Rick to abruptly pull back.
The frustration was building within her, and she felt an overwhelming urge to confront him, demanding to know why he hesitated to take that next step.
Her best guess was that he feared their friends discovering the truth, especially with the increasing number of surprise visits to Rick and Daryl's place from their friends who hadn't yet moved out. Michonne's own home was a risky spot, especially with Shane frequently around.
She wasn't entirely sure what held him back, but one thing was certain: she didn't want to be at the beach with their friends right now. Even if it meant that they would have spent the entire after noon doing nothing more than making out ,she just craved to be alone with him.
She brainstormed countless schemes to lure Rick away from the group, but each idea fizzled out.
"Is that a hickey?" Abraham shouted as he joined Rick in the circle, ready to toss the ball around.
In an instant, all eyes turned to Rick, everyone feigning indifference while secretly hanging on every word, especially Lori, who had just emerged from the water as Abraham made his bold claim.
Shit
Michonne thought, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over her as if they had been caught red-handed.
It was strange; until that moment, she hadn't even noticed the noticeable purplish mark at the base of his neck, the very spot where her lips had often lingered.
The guys wasted no time in teasing Rick, eager to extract the truth from him. He tried to laugh it off, but Daryl and Abraham were relentless. He avoided meeting Michonne's gaze, who was doing her best to appear oblivious to the commotion.
The playful banter continued, the guys pushing him to spill the beans.
"Okay, okay…" The words sent a jolt of anxiety through Michonne. She knew the truth would eventually surface, but this wasn't how she had imagined it would happen. It had only been a week of whatever this was, and she was certain…
"I'm seeing this girl from work," Rick fibbed, his words dripping with sincerity.
Had she not known the reality, she might have been swayed by his act. Part of her wanted to burst into laughter, but she managed to keep her composure.
The group's collective surprise, without a single word exchanged, could have made her chuckle, but she understood the stakes all too well.
He wasn't looking at her, which she appreciated, because any smile she might have given would have been a dead giveaway to their friends.
She fought to suppress a grin.
"What?" Sasha whispered, pulling Michonne back into the moment.
"Michonne, did you know about this?" Rosita asked, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
The question almost caught her by surprise but she was quick to answer "Yeah"
Sasha's silent gaze held a sympathy that was hard to miss.
"Wait, did you find out a Glenn's party? Is that why you were in a bad mood?" Sasha asked, as if the realization had just struck her.
"Yeah, actually," Michonne lied, the memory of Rick peppering kisses across her chest at Glenn's birthday rushing back.
Sasha and Rosita exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. They proceeded to comfort and question Michonne, eager to address the heavy news that hung in the air.
"Michonne, you don't have to pretend everything's okay," Rosita said, her voice soft yet firm, filled with understanding.
"I'm fine; it's just how things turned out. Rick and I are meant to be just friends," Michonne insisted, trying to convince herself of her own deception.
At that moment, Lori appeared, her expression determined, drawing Michonne's attention instantly.
"Hey, Michonne, can we talk for a minute?" Lori asked, stepping closer, her presence casting a shadow over Michonne.
"Yeah... sure," Michonne answered, getting to her feet, instinctively wanting to create some space between herself and her sister.
Staying there any longer would only invite more questions from Sasha, who had a knack for seeing through her facade. This was her chance to create a little space and gather her thoughts.
As she followed Lori away from the group, her mind raced, consumed by the fear that Sasha might have already pieced together the truth, leaving her oblivious to what Lori actually wanted to discuss.
"I know this might not be my place, but I'm aware you and Rick are close… do you know the girl he's been seeing?" Lori asked, a hint of embarrassment coloring her tone.
The question caught Michonne off guard; she couldn't fathom why it mattered to Lori.
"I've met her..." Michonne replied before she could think it through.
"Oh... okay. If it's not too much trouble, what's she like?" Lori pressed, her curiosity evident.
Michonne couldn't help but let out a barely audible soft laugh at Lori's audacity.
"She's cool. But I have a feeling that's not the real question you're after," Michonne replied, a teasing glint in her eye.
Lori shifted her gaze to the ground, then back to Michonne. "Honestly, I know I probably shouldn't be asking you this... don't know... I guess I'm feeling a bit envious," Lori admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Michonne felt a flicker of irritation as she narrowed her eyes, resisting the urge to roll them in frustration.
"Honestly, if you have questions, you should really talk to Rick. It's not my place to answer them," she said, her voice steady and resolute. She could see Lori's face change, as if her words had ignited a spark of realization.
"You're right," Lori replied, trying to muster a smile that barely concealed her earlier uncertainty.
Michonne remained silent, her face a mask of indifference, which seemed to encourage Lori to continue.
"At least I was wrong about you and him," Lori said, her laughter tinged with unease. "I hope we can actually be friends now?" she added, looking at Michonne, searching for reassurance.
"Because I'm not a threat?" Michonne asked, cutting through Lori's facade effortlessly.
"No, that's not what I meant..." Lori stuttered, her discomfort evident.
"Then what did you mean?" Michonne challenged, arms crossed defiantly.
"No, that's not what I meant," Lori repeated, met with an expectant silence. "I think I'll head back to Maggie and Glenn," she said, clearly flustered.
Michonne tilted her head slightly, a silent gesture that signaled Lori was free to leave.
As Lori spun on her heel to make her grand exit, she couldn't help but toss one last zinger over her shoulder. "At least neither of us are stuck dealing with his mood swings!" she shot back, her silhouette shrinking into the distance, leaving Michonne to stew in the awkwardness of her parting words.
Once Lori was gone, Michonne let out a long, exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes, making her way back to where Sasha and Rosita were waiting.
" You get why I don't like her?" Rosita said as Michonne sat down.
As much as Michonne tried there was clearly a look of distaste on her face.
"It's not like that," she protested, trying to keep her cool while internally debating whether to throw one of the cans of pop at Lori's retreating figure.
"You don't have to be nice to everyone," Sasha chimed in, her tone matter-of-fact.
"Yeah, take it from me—sometimes you just gotta be a total bitch.," Rosita added with a smirk
…
After a sun-soaked day at the beach, the group suddenly found themselves in desperate need of food, which, of course, spiraled into an insatiable desire for dessert. Because, you know, a simple dessert from the restaurant just wouldn't cut it. So, naturally, they decided to embark on yet another adventure, driving even further from the city to check out some ice cream shop that Rosita had been obsessing over.
Michonne naively thought that once they indulged in their sugary fix, they could all part ways. But no, the others had other plans and suggested a movie night at Shane's place. Inside, Michonne was practically screaming for a moment alone with Rick.
But lucky for Michonne, Rick quickly nixed that idea, declaring they were all too exhausted and would much prefer to head home instead.
By the time they navigated their way back into the city, the sun had dipped below the horizon. They successfully made it to Rick's apartment building but struggled to find their way up to his actual apartment.
As Rick parked in the deserted lot behind the building, they wasted no time slipping into the back seat of the car.
Rick wasted no time in leaning over Michonne, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that spoke of how they both had been feeling all day.
As he pulled back, their eyes locked, and Michonne held his gaze, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "I wanted to do that all day," he breathed, a moan almost escaping him. She drew him back in, their lips meeting again, this time with an insatiable hunger that deepened.
"Who's this mystery girl from work?" Michonne teased between kisses, feeling the warmth of Rick's grin against her lips. "Just a girl—gorgeous, funny, smart, and did I mention stunning?" he replied, trailing kisses from her lips down to her neck.
His lips traveled softly along her neck, inching toward her jaw, then back to her lips. His hands found their way to her breasts, first gently cupping them through the delicate fabric of her sundress, which barely contained her.
As he kissed her he pressed against her, lowering his head to place tender kisses on her cleavage, which threatened to spill from her dress.
His hand slid to her waist, gripping her firmly. Their mouths met again, fervently, as he guided her hips, creating a rhythm that made him crave more of her.
Without slipping the strap of her dress, he took her bare breast into his mouth. "fuck" Michonne breathed.
He pulled away for a moment, his gaze locking onto hers. "Is this okay?" he asked, his blue eyes searching for her's.
He's so cute.
She nodded, biting her lip, and he resumed, swirling his tongue around her nipple. His hand remained at her waist, holding her, anchoring her in place.
He leaned back up, his voice a soft whisper, "So beautiful," before capturing her lips with his, filled with urgency.
Her hips instinctively moved to meet his, creating a delicious friction. He moaned softly into her mouth, his bottom lip brushing against hers.
Her movements quickened, grinding against him, urging him to respond in kind. "Mmm," he whimpered, lost in the moment.
He was fully hard now.
This was the point where he would typically pull away, needing a moment to breathe. They always stopped here.
Right on queue he broke the kiss, placing a tender kiss on her forehead, which he always did before they broke apart.
She was taken aback when he opened his mouth, not to ask to stop, but to command her to sit up.
With a kiss-drunk gaze, she watched as he shifted his weight, reaching for the front seat lever and pulling it forward, creating more space.
She sat up, her back against the truck door, as his hands found her knees, gently pushing her legs open and drawing them toward her chest.
"Keep em there" he instructed, his voice low and commanding.
There was an undeniable allure in his movements, calculated and practiced, yet her mind refused to linger on that thought for too long.
His hands glided up her legs, brushing against her flowing maxi dress until they discovered the pair of black underwear.
He gripped her ankle, trailing soft kisses and playful nibbles up to her thigh. Michonne's breath a little heavy quickened as she watched him, fighting to remain patient.
A thumb slipped beneath the lace trim of her underwear, followed by another, mimicking the same enticing motion. Without needing to be told, she instinctively bucked her hips, aiding him as he slid the fabric down past her ankles, tossing it aside to be forgotten for now.
This was a side of him she had never encountered before, and while she was grateful, a hint of intimidation lingered. There was an intensity about him that made her feel like she was stepping into uncharted waters.
Sure, she had some experience—only gone all the way with two others, one being Mike. But hey, she went to a private school; she definitely had her fair share of "experiences.".
Yet there was something about the way Rick looked at her, how he spoke, how delicate he was, and the purpose behind every movement left her breathless.
As her bare skin met the cool fabric of the seat, a wave of shyness washed over her, urging her to close her legs.
Rick, sensing her hesitation, gently placed his hands on her knees, coaxing her to part her legs, granting him a full view.
"It's me," he murmured as if he could sense what was on her mind.
She felt the need to apologize for not shaving, but before she could voice her thoughts, his fingers found their way to her clit, teasing her as he trailed kisses along the curve of her neck, nibbling and pressing his lips against her soft skin
The sounds of her moans were sweet on him urging him to use his two fingers to part her lips starting with one finger and then adding another, eager to feel her warmth.
A bit too enthusiastic, he began to move in a hasty rhythm. "slower," Michonne suggested in a whisper, her hand wrapping around his wrist to guide him.
He could feel her clench around his fingers as he trailed kisses from between her breasts, along the fabric of her dress resting on her stomach, and down one thigh and then the other.
"Rick," she moaned, lost in a haze.
Unable to resist, Rick pressed his cheek against her thigh, whispering, "Can I eat you out?" His lips brushed against the sensitive area where her thigh met her pelvis, almost shyly.
"Yes," Michonne hummed, pushing herself further onto his fingers.
With his free hand, he gripped her ankle, gently pushing it aside so he could settle between her legs. Michonne instinctively sank deeper into the seat, spreading herself for him.
He withdrew his fingers enveloped in wetness, replacing them with his lips, starting slowly as he moved his tongue through her folds. His grip tightened around her thigh, eliciting a deep whimper from her chest.
His lips enveloped her clit, while his free hand moved to her neck, two fingers brushing against her lips. Michonne eagerly took them into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the fingers that had just been inside her.
Pulling his fingers back he moved back inside resuming their rhythmic motion, while his tongue continued to work her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips as her head tilted against the truck door, her eyes nearly rolling back to the back of her head.
"Aaa—" it was a sound that danced between a sigh and a moan, her fingers weaving through his hair, tugging gently.
He moved both hands to grip her thighs, he held her steady, her soft sounds urging him on, his tongue eagerly spearing at her entrance, seeking her warmth.
His nose nudged against her clit,and Michonne grinded herself into his face, her hands gripping the strands of his hair even tighter. Which Rick encouraged with a low hum as she pulled him closer. He loved that she was using his face for her pleasure.
Her movements quickened,a familiar wave of heat enveloping her as she grinded harder, lost in the sensations that consumed her.
He released one of her thighs,slipping his two fingers back into her slickness. His grip tightened around her thigh as she tensed while chasing her release.
As she squirmed he held her firmly in place his tongue circling around her clit, while he curled his finger pressing into her,seeking her climax.
"Rick," Michonne breathed, her back arching as she pushed her hips up, seeking more.
In a rush, she found her release, spilling over his fingers and mouth before sinking back into the seat, panting softly. Her eyes fluttered, heavy with exhaustion, as the car filled with the sound of her breath.
As her breathing steadied, her arms felt like jelly, but she reached for Rick, pulling him close for a kiss. At that moment, she felt as if she had melted into a warm puddle, completely lost in the bliss they had shared.
"How about you?" Michonne asked, still trying to regain her breath as she cradled his face in her hands
"This was all for you. We'll get to my turn soon enough" Rick replied, leaning into her touch and planting a soft kiss in the center of her palm.
In that instant, Michonne understood that her earlier anxiety had been unfounded. It wasn't that Rick was hesitant to take the next step with her; he simply wanted to savor each moment.
He wasn't in any hurry.
A/N: Blushing and Kicking my feet in the air like I didn't write this. Thank for you're reviews and you're patience.