October 9th
Sorry
Rick's voice dripped with longing as he murmured "I missed you so much," his hands gliding up the fabric of Michonne's oversized tee, teasingly exploring the warmth of her skin beneath.
With a mischievous grin Michonne let out a hushed, "missed you too," playfully straddling him, her energy crackling in the air as he sank deeper into the couch.
Leaning in closer, she swept her locs to one side, pressing her lips against his with eagerness. Rick just as eager deepening the kiss, their lips parting her tongue seeking his. His hands roamed up her shirt, finally cupping her breast, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
Breaking the kiss, Michonne trailed her lips down to his neck, her kiss igniting a rush of desire in Rick. He felt her smile against his skin, a soundless laugh that sent shivers down his spine as he struggled to suppress a moan.
"We should move to your room," Rick managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper as Michonne ground her hips against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him, instantly getting hard.
She paused, locking eyes with him "Sasha won't be home for a while," she reassured him, nuzzling back into his neck and planting playful bites that made his breath hitch. Rick nodded, his cheeks flushed, words escaping him.
With a gentle touch, he cupped her cheek, guiding her back to face him before capturing her lips in a deep kiss. As they lost themselves in each other, Michonne's hand slipped between them, deftly unbuttoning Rick's pants.
In a surprising move, she stopped their kiss, sliding down to her knees with a playful smirk that left Rick momentarily speechless.
She takes a brief pause, gazing at him as if seeking his approval. Instinctively he raises his hips, allowing her to push down his pants and boxers, fully aware of her intentions.
Shestoppedforamomentsmilingandthentakingholdofhis dick withherhands.
A small gasps escapes his lips as he sinks into the couch slightly bucking his hips in anticipation. Michonne glances up at Rick a feigned look of innocence her long lashes framing her face.
Rick places a hand under her chin applying a small amount of pressure holding Michonne in place .
"Open" Rick says, prompting Michonne to part her lips and extend her tongue. She inches closer to him slapping his dick on her tongue.
The sight causes a rush of color to rise to his cheeks. "Chon-" he starts but before he can get her name out, she guides his dick into her mouth. His hands find their way into her hair, and his hips instinctively sway in rhythm with her mouth and hands. A soft moan escapes as he pushes further into her mouth.
He inhales sharply, guiding Michonne's head with his hands so she can take even more of him. She begins to bob her head, hollowing her cheeks to draw him in, her hands synchronizing with the rhythm of her movements.
"Uuuuh," Rick let's out soft, quick whimpers, trying to keep his voice down.
"Chonne…no hands," he asks, and Michonne obliges, relaxing her throat to take him in completely with just her mouth.
She maintains a steady rhythm, gliding up and down with a wet, sucking motion.
Rick gently guides his movements with care and patience, while Michonne embraces a faster rhythm, letting his dick reach the back of her throat. Rick, catching the subtle cue, grips Michonne's hair more firmly, quickening his pace as he fucks into her mouth, releasing a mix of curses and soft whimpers.
" Look up" Rick murmurs, almost pleading.
Michonne's glance darts upward as he continues bucking into her mouth, spit running down her chin. He caresses her cheek with one hand as he quickens his pace, eager to meet her gaze while driving deeper into her mouth.
"fuck Chonne" he groans tilting his head back.
Michonne moans onto his dick the slight vibration dizzying enough to slightly blur his vision. He can feel it his close. His close.
"Ahhhh!" Sasha's high-pitched scream slices through the haze, yanking him back to reality.
With a swift pop, Michonne pulls away, scrambling to pull up his pants as he turns to see a visibly shaken Sasha making a beeline for her room.
Oh my god!" she repeats her voice dripping with shock and a hint of disgust as she bolts to her room.
For a moment, Michonne is frozen, hand clamped over his mouth, wrestling with disbelief. For a fleeting second, he could swear he almost heard her chuckling. He hoped he was imagining it because the idea of her finding their little mishap amusing was enough to get him hard again. As bizarre as that was.
They fumble to regain their cool. After the awkwardness settles in, they start murmuring to each other about whether an apology to Sasha is in order. Michonne ultimately decides she's the one who should step up, while Rick, lacking the courage to face Sasha, gives a hesitant nod of agreement.
Just as Michonne is gearing up to make her move, the creaky sound of Sasha's bedroom door swings open, leaving them both frozen on the couch like deer caught in the headlights.
"I'm coming out," Sasha announces, her way of ensuring they're both presentable.
She strides into the kitchen without a second glance at them, while Rick and Michonne watch her like two startled rabbits. She opens the fridge and pours herself a glass of water, completely ignoring their presence.
After downing the water, she saunters into the living room, still in shock, and leans against the wall farthest from them.
"Sasha, we're sorry! I didn't think you'd be home so soon," Michonne blurts out before Sasha can even register her.
"First of all, ewwwww," Sasha retorts, completely bypassing the apology. "Second of all, why were you… doing that in the living room?" She waves her hands dramatically.
In that moment, Michonne's expression shifts entirely as she rolls her eyes. "Oh girl, please! Like you and Shane haven't done worse in the living room," she shoots back, any trace of remorse flying out the window.
Rick, sensing the brewing storm, wisely decides to stay silent and let the sisters have at it.
"This isn't about me and Shane; it's about you and Rick," Sasha defends herself.
"What about it?" Michonne shoots a glare at her sister.
"Doing that in the living room is a no-go," Sasha insists.
"Mmm, don't be a hypocrite" Michonne retorts, rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"I'm not being a hypocrite! I've never done that in the living room," Sasha argues.
"No, you've just been lucky enough not to get caught," Michonne quips.
"Exactly! That's my point—don't get caught," Sasha replies.
"How was I supposed to know you'd be home early?" Michonne protests
" I don't know, should have figured it out" Sasha shrugged
The two went back and forth, spiraling into a lengthy debate about what constitutes acceptable behavior in the living room. Meanwhile, Rick sat quietly, a silent judge watching the sisters build their cases against one another. Eventually, they reached a consensus: no shenanigans in the living room.
"Once again, I'm sorry. Are you happy now?" Michonne huffed at Sasha, who stood there with her arms crossed like a stubborn statue.
"Nope, not even close," Sasha replied, unimpressed.
"Well, I've apologized a million times. I'm not doing it again," Michonne said, giving Rick a gentle nudge, who had been mute for the last decade—or at least it felt that way.
"I'm sorry too," he mumbled, barely managing to meet Sasha's eyes.
Yeah, you both should be," Sasha shot back.
Look, I'm only sorry you caught us, just to be clear," Michonne couldn't resist adding, a smirk creeping onto her face.
"That's the only reason you're sorry… not because you've been keeping your little secret from me," Sasha pouted, clearly unimpressed.
"Oh," Michonne said, the realization dawning on her. "So that's why you're still mad."
"Of course I'm upset that I had to walk in on… that! But I'm also a bit hurt that you didn't tell me you two were dating," Sasha admitted, her disappointment evident.
I wanted to tell you, but we didn't want anyone to know until we figured things out. We're not official yet, just trying to sort it all out. Didn't want to complicate things by involving anyone else," Michonne explained, almost pleading for her sister to understand.
"I'm your sister! Who else would I tell?" Sasha replied, offended.
"Shane," Michonne pointed out.
"I wouldn't tell him, I promise! Especially if you asked me not to," Sasha insisted.
"Sure, I get it, but… Rick swore me to secrecy," Michonne said, throwing Rick under the proverbial bus with a fib, since it was actually her who had him make that promise.
Sasha shot Rick a look that could curdle milk.
"I did not! And honestly, now seems like the perfect moment to mention that Shane already knew," Rick blurted out.
"What?" both sisters gasped in unison.
"He was clued in on everything before we even had our little chat about keeping it hush-hush. I felt guilty when you asked me to keep it quiet, so I made him promise not to spill," Rick stammered, unsure which sister he was trying to placate. "If I had told you he knew, you would've started acting all strange around him."
Michonne nodded, "Fair enough, you're off the hook this time…" she said, narrowing her eyes at him as a friendly warning.
Sasha stood there, disbelief etched on her face. "Fair? I feel totally betrayed! So you three knew, and I was the only one left in the dark?" shaking her head " I can't believe Shane didn't tell me"
Just then, Shane strolled in, a big, clueless grin plastered on his face. "What's this about Shane not telling you what?" he asked, looking genuinely puzzled.
"About Rick and Michonne!" Sasha shot back, her glare piercing through him as he lingered at the door.
"Oh right, he made me swear not to spill the beans," Shane replied, completely oblivious to the situation.
"Of course he would ask you that! But we're in a relationship, Shane! You're supposed to tell me, and I'd pretend I didn't know!" Sasha rolled her eyes dramatically.
"See? This is why I didn't tell you" Michonne chimed in with a scoff.
"Hold on, that's different! You have the sacred bond of sisterhood! That's why I wouldn't tell Shane" Sasha defended herself, arms crossed.
"Whatever… now that you both know, can we please keep this under wraps and move on?" Michonne sighed, clearly exhausted by the whole exchange.
"Nope, moving on is off the table," Sasha replied, crossing her arms and shifting from the wall to the seat across from Michonne and Rick.
"Why's that?" Michonne asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"You have to tell me how you two decided to give this a chance " Sasha said, a grin creeping onto her face prompting Michonne to plafully roll her eyes. "But please, spare me the details—I've seen enough!" she added, cringing slightly.
"Wait what do you mean 'seen enough' "Shane chimed in, sauntering into the room and plopping down next to Michonne.
Sasha shot him a look. "I'm not telling, since we keep things from each other now."
"Hey, it wasn't my secret to tell," Shane retorted, standing his ground.
"Anyway, someone needs to explain how you two became... well, whatever this is," Sasha said, gesturing dramatically at Rick and Michonne.
"You tell it," Michonne nudged Rick.
"Why me?" Rick asked, bewildered.
"Someone just spill it," Sasha said, her frustration bubbling over.
" I could," Shane interjected, earning puzzled looks from the trio.
"Don't give me that look! Rick, I was the one who pushed you to act on your feelings during the camping trip," Shane reminded him.
"Seriously?" Michonne and Sasha said in unison, their interest piqued
Shane nodded, prompting Rick to roll his eyes as he braced himself for the theatrical retelling of the events.
October 14th
Popular
Michonne glanced up from her canvas for the third time, catching the other person in the studio staring at her. Initially, she thought she might be imagining things, but with only one other soul present, it was hard to deny the girl's gaze.
She figured the other student probably needed assistance but was too bashful to speak up. This was a familiar scenario for Michonne. It was peculiar how people seemed eager to connect with her yet never took the plunge.
In the fine arts community, she was somewhat of a known entity, having assisted various professors, yet it was a rarity for anyone to approach her for guidance, even when their eyes screamed for help. She used to step in when she sensed someone was in need, but eventually, she decided to let them come to her. She had made her willingness to help abundantly clear; if they weren't ready to reach out, she wouldn't go out of her way.
So, she resolved to concentrate on her own project.
After all, it was ten PM, and her energy levels were hovering somewhere between "barely functional" and "please, just let me sleep." She probably should have called it a night, but ignoring that pesky little voice in her head was her specialty, leading to evenings like this where she found herself among the last few souls lingering in the studios.
"Michonne," a soft, almost timid voice pulled her back from her daze.
Michonne glanced up to see the girl who had migrated from her chair to Michonne's side. The fact that Michonne hadn't even noticed her approach was a clear sign of just how tired she truly was.
"Yeah?" Michonne replied, her voice emerging quieter and raspier than she intended, a reminder that she hadn't spoken to anyone in the last seven hours.
"Sorry to bother you, but I just had a question," the brunette said, her petite frame perfectly matching her timid tone.
"Go ahead," Michonne said, trying to sound warm while battling the urge to yawn.
"Well first I just wanted to say you're work is so impressive, I remember a few of you're pieces from last year's art crawl ,you're really great." The girl said
"Thanks," Michonne replied, feeling a twinge of guilt for not being familiar with any of the girl's work to return the compliment.
"Anyway, my question isn't really about art…" the girl said, nervously fiddling with her fingers and hesitating.
"Oh…" Michonne said, raising an eyebrow.
"I've noticed you hanging out with Rick. I know he and Lori broke up…" the girl continued.
Michonne could sense where this was headed.
"Is he dating anyone right now?" she finally blurted out.
If this had been the first time, Michonne might have been surprised, but after being approached three times in the last few weeks—now four—about Rick, she was starting to feel like she had a neon sign on her forehead that read, Ask me about Rick Grimes!"
She hadn't realized he was such a heartthrob; in a sea of twenty thousand students, he somehow managed to catch the eye of a few girls. It wasn't too surprising, considering many were from his hometown or friends of Maggie. They had probably been biding their time, waiting for the moment Rick and Lori would break up.
"You should probably just ask him," Michonne said, trying to hide her irritation.
"Well, you see, he's not exactly the most approachable guy, so… I thought maybe you…"
"If you can't approach him, how do you expect anything to happen between you? If you want to know ask him. Ask him but please leave me out of it.," Michonne interrupted, not wanting to dive deeper into this topic.
"Okay, sorry," the girl said, turning to walk back to her seat, clearly embarrassed.
She had been courteous to the other girls, but her patience was wearing thin. It irked her that these girls had the audacity to approach her about his relationship status. How could they be so certain that she and Rick weren't an item? A guy and a girl hanging out all the time—why wouldn't they assume something was brewing?
It was ironic; she had spent the entire summer defending the idea that just because she and Rick were inseparable didn't mean anything was happening, and now she was frustrated that people thought exactly that.
A few moments later, the girl was gathering her things, clearly ready to call it a night, embarrassment written all over her face. Part of Michonne felt a twinge of guilt—maybe she had been a bit too harsh—but honestly, she was just fed up with random girls approaching her, hoping she could play matchmaker for Rick.
October 14
Baby?
"I should probably go, you have work tomorrow," Michonne said, with Rick practically glued on of top her.
After her class wrapped up a whole two hours before Rick's, she found him waiting outside like a puppy eager for a walk. Rick was itching to hang out and swore they'd only spend an hour together—max.
Naturally, she recognized that as a fib, so she mentally prepared for a two-hour limit, determined not to let his charm pull her into an extended stay.
She was sure she had the willpower to stick to her guns. With assignments piling up and a jam-packed weekend looming, it wouldn't be the smartest idea to stick around any longer. Two hours was the golden ticket for their little escapade.
Fast forward to the four-hour mark, and she was really going to hold her ground this time. Sure, she had solid reasons for staying earlier, but now it was time to be resolute.
At the two-hour mark, they had just polished off the dinner he whipped up, and leaving right after that would be downright rude. By hour three, she still needed to digest, and they were halfway through a movie—she was dying to see how it ended. Now, at hour four, her only excuse was that he had her pinned on his bed, showering kisses along her neck, right at that spot he knew drove her wild.
"Rick, are you sure I should stay?," she sighed, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping her.
Rick lifted his head from her neck, locking eyes with Michonne. His lips were pink, swollen, and moist, curling into a smile that was both charming and infuriating.
Before she could get another word out, he began showering kisses all over her face. He paused to cup her cheeks, squishing them together. "You're so adorable; how am I supposed to let you leave?" he said, utterly smitten.
"Nice try, but flattery won't work on me," Michonne mumbled, her cheeks still trapped in his grasp.
"I'm not trying to flatter you," he replied, punctuating each word with a kiss.
Each kiss sent a slight wave of dizziness through Michonne, who was letting her defenses slip just a bit. "Baby, I really should go," she murmured, blissfully unaware that she had just called Rick "baby" so effortlessly as if she had always called him that.
Rick paused for a moment, gazing down at her. "Baby?" he repeated, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. It took a moment for her brain to catch up, and she realized the slip she had just made.
His hands shifted to her shoulders, holding her in place. "How am I supposed to let you head home now, Chonne?" Rick said, his tone a mix of playful and earnest.
Even if she had the urge to head home, his words made it impossible to walk away. Yet, she felt the need to keep up the act just a tad longer.
"Say it again, please," Rick urged, his tone light almost flirtatious but his eyes serious; the sound of her calling him "baby" sent a jolt of electricity through him.
"Rick …"Michonne said "attempting" to stand her ground under his gaze which was heavy almost lustful. She pushed up on her elbows her face inching closer to his. He was unmoving almost as if he was in a trance and the only thing he was seeing was her.
" I don't answer to my name anymore" he declared with a flair.
He was being so over-the-top yet oddly charming, and she found herself softening. "Baby… I really should head home; you have work to—"
Before she could finish, his lips crashed onto hers with urgency, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Rick's hand slid to the small of her back, lifting her slightly. He guided her back down, positioning himself between her legs, careful not to crush her under his weight.
He had all the encouragement he needed to pop the question that had been burning a hole in his brain, but he hesitated.
Maybe today wasn't the day.
He broke off the kiss meeting her gaze, and she squinted as if trying to decipher a secret code in his expression
"Just spit it out," Michonne teased, rolling her eyes playfully
Rick was momentarily stunned by her words; sometimes it felt like she had a direct line to his thoughts.
Without overthinking it, the words tumbled out: "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Absolutely!" Michonne exclaimed, pulling him in for a kiss. As she broke away, she playfully nibbled her lip. "Finally!" she teased.
What do you mean, finally?" Rick asked, bewildered.
"I was just waiting for you to get your act together," Michonne replied with a smirk.
"Really? I thought you wanted to take it slow," Rick said, feeling a bit dense
"Sure, at first, but then I realized I didn't really care," Michonne shrugged casually.
"What?" Rick gasped, completely thrown off. "I was just about to pop the question at Spencer's after the game!"
Why didn't you?" Michonne asked, genuinely curious.
"Honestly, I would've only done it out of jealousy, and I didn't want you thinking I was being possessive," Rick admitted sheepishly. "I figured asking you out just because I was feeling territorial wasn't the best reason.
"I would've said yes," Michonne replied with a casual air. "Possessive Rick? Totally hot," she added with a playful smirk.
"Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto his face as he leaned in for another kiss.
Michonne melted into the kiss, fully aware that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon—nor did she have any intention of it.
A/N: I get Michonne's frustration (almost like I wrote this or something) but my older sister is very beautiful so I grew up with a lot of guys I didn't even know coming up to me and always asking if she was single or trying to be my friend to get to her, like boy if you don't go straight to the source and leave me alone. Also finally god damn took Rick long enough :p