Monster.
Whenever Michonne thought of Rick she
wondered if she was thinking about a monster. Of course that was the worst
thing she could think of, especially in relation to the man she was walking
home with. She looked at his profile in the darkness. She saw her friend. She
saw the man she loved. She also wondered if all of that was simply an illusion.
Andrea had not seen a monster when she looked upon the Governor, yet that was
what he'd been. Love had blinded her to what he was. Now Michonne wondered if
perhaps her eyes weren't deceiving her in the same way.
Morgan left with Aaron, who had been
offered a room in Aaron and Eric's house. Everyone was tired. No, they were
exhausted. High running emotions could drain someone worse than running miles
in the heat.
After soothing herself with the mundane
routine of a shower Michonne went to pull open the stall door but saw Rick was
at the mirror, pulling off bandages to shave the stubble from his chin.
"You don't have to respect my
privacy, Rick?"
"Don't worry. I only peeped
once."
She didn't know if he was joking. She
wasn't sure if she cared. This was yet another line he'd crossed. Lying to her,
excluding her, now not even bothering to allow her to shower in private.
"I need to talk to you when I get out
of the shower. I won't be long. I know you're tired."
"If Daryl and Aaron found an injured
man who was part of a small but heavily armed group, I mean armed with tanks
and heavy artillery, and Deanna suggested you find the man's people, ambush
them, kill them, and take their weapons for our use, what would you say to
her?"
Rick pulled the razor along his chin and
gave the question some thought.
"I'd say it sounded like a smart
plan. They could be a threat. They could take this place, do God knows
what."
Michonne left him to shave and shower.
...
Rick came to her room twenty minutes
later. She was on the verge of sleep having exhausted her mind turning over
what Rick had said in answer to her scenario. She felt his weight move behind
her and the warmth of his body flush against hers as he slipped under the
covers.
"You still with me?"
"Yes," she said, but the
conviction that had fueled those words hours ago was wavering, in her heart,
though it didn't show in her voice. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Us."
She waited but he didn't elaborate.
Michonne shifted on the bed and looked up at him.
"What about us?" she prompted.
Rather than answer with words Rick
answered with his lips, pressing them to hers, eager, demanding. He pushed his
tongue into her mouth and she tried to pull away. It was too much too soon but
he wasn't giving in, wasn't allowing her to pull back. Moments later he was
shifting the blankets and climbing atop her, his hardness pressing between her
legs. He was, she realized, not just shirtless but naked, his skin moist from
the shower.
He wasn't the only one moist. His rough
kiss, his urgent hands tugging her sleep shirt up, was exciting her as much as
it angered her. She pushed at his shoulders.
"Rick, what are you doing."
"You know what I’m doing."
"Stop."
He gripped her chin with his hands, not at
all gentle. "I don't want to."
He dragged that same hand down her body and
dipped it between her thighs, feeling her wetness.
"You don't want me to either."
"Is this what you are now? You take
what you want?"
"Yes."
He stared at her as he shifted atop her,
lining himself up at her entrance, before tilting his head to the side.
"Can you live with that?"
When she didn't answer he moved, pushing
inside of her yielding flesh, his eyes locked on hers. He settled inside her,
unmoving.
"That scenario was about the
Governor, wasn't it?"
She nodded, pulling her legs up, wanting
him to move while at the same time wanting him to leave her body, leave her
bed, leave her alone.
He seemed to sense what she wanted, what
she needed, and began to thrust, his mouth covering hers again as he began not
to make love to her but to fuck her. He captured her wrists and held them above
her, refusing to allow her to touch him, holding her captive as he took what he
wanted. She gave it, looking up at the ceiling while he rested his head beside
hers, his breath hot on her face and neck and his grip tight on her wrists.
"I’m not him," he said, his
voice strained from the effort of his movements inside her. "I'm as cold
as he was but I'm not him. You have to know that. Say you know that."
"I know," she whispered, before
his lips claimed hers again.
Some part of Michonne did know. Some part
of her feared that he was on that path and she wouldn't be able to stop him.
When it was over, when his seed filled her
hot and thick, Rick lay beside her and stared up at the ceiling.
"He must have been a hero to his
people," Rick said. "Until he wasn't."
"What makes you different from
him?"
"I protect mine. I'm not a threat to
my people. Stand beside me and I'll die for you. He would never do that. How
can you even wonder what makes me different from Philip Blake?"
"You shot Pete without any hesitation.
I know he'd just killed Reg but it was an accident and you just…Not even one
second of hesitation."
Rick was silent for a long time. Michonne
waited for him to speak, to say something that would put her mind at ease that the
man she'd come to love so deeply wasn't turning into the Governor.
"Before you met me there was a farm
we were living on. Hershel's farm."
"I know that story. Andrea told
me."
"You know about Randall?"
Michonne nodded.
"If I had it to do all over again I
would have shot him without hesitation. I wouldn't have even brought him to the
farm. If I was then the man that I am now I would have killed Shane long before
he could have lured me out to that field. I've made mistakes that have gotten
good people killed, Michonne, but there's one thing that makes me a good man
and not some…some monster."
She turned to look at him, knowing he
couldn't possibly have known that was the very word that had been going through
her mind.
"I have honor," he said. "I
don't kill without reason. I wouldn't kill my own without reason. Pete was a
threat and I eliminated that threat because I could see that if I didn't, more
innocent people would die because of him. Trust has to be earned and he was
never going to earn my trust."
"Neither could the people in that
scenario I mentioned."
"I said it sounded like a good plan.
I didn't say I'd do it. The Governor would murder without reason. I would have
watched the men in that scenario. I would have had Aaron watch them, get a feel
for them, and then decided if I would kill them or offer them a place here.
That's the difference between me and the Governor, between me and the man Shane
was. I only kill with good reason."
He started to get up but Michonne gripped
his arm. He lay back and looked at her. She could see that she'd hurt him by
even wondering if he was the same as the Governor. She shook her head, not at
him but at herself, wondering how she could wonder such a thing herself about
Rick. Anyone else, yes, but Rick? No.
"I'm with you," she said, her
heart bursting with conviction that was even more intense than the first time
she'd said those words to him.
Rick wasn't a monster. He wasn't a villain
in the story of their lives.
He was the hero.
"I love you," he whispered,
before wrapping an arm around her.
Michonne snuggled up against him, more
than ready to sleep, especially with her body sated and her fears having been
put completely at ease.
"I love you too."
Wow! Can you submit that for Season 6 please?
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