Michonne was having a very pleasant morning.
Baby Judith was down for her nap. Carl was at school. It was raining
hard outside -- she liked a good rainstorm on occasion -- and now that the last of the morning dishes were
almost done she could sit back with a good book and enjoy her day off from work
at the warehouse, where she approved people’s orders according to their ration
status.
She watched Rick walk in from outside, dressed
in his Sheriff's uniform, and he was a mess. Blood, grime, and mud covered him from head to toe. He’d been called out to deal with a perimeter breach by the quarry
where more than a dozen walkers had gotten in. The builders of Sanctuary 3 were definitely going
to have to shore up the wall in that area.
“Have a seat. I’ll get you a towel,” she said,
ringing out the dishcloth.
Instead of sitting down, Rick was suddenly on
her. His lips latched onto her neck, one hand ran over her belly while the
other gripped her breasts. His breath came hard and she could feel his hard
length pressing against her ass as he leaned into her, pushing her up against the sink.
“Rick, whoa.”
“Need you,” he whispered. He turned her around,
picked her up, and sat her on the kitchen table. His tongue was in her mouth
before she could fully realize what was happening. He kissed her deep and hard
until she could hardly catch her breath.
“Rick--”
“Hungry for you,” he said. His voice was low
and guttural, almost bestial. He pulled her from the table and was carrying
her toward the living room when she pulled away from his eager mouth.
“What happened?”
“I have to taste you.”
He was starting to scare her as much as he
aroused her. He made quick work of pulling down her pants, then her underwear,
before burying his face between her legs. His hands blindly worked to shove up
her shirt and bra, which she pulled over her head just to be done with them.
“Rick,” she whispered.
Some part of Michonne’s mind wondered what the
hell happened to bring on this rush of animalistic lust from him. She’d never
seen Rick like this before. He was a passionate man. Even if he was a bit
understated in the way he loved her, Rick was a man whose feelings ran deep,
and swift. She let him shed her pants
and panties before kneeling between her legs.
“Why don’t you lie back? I’ll do the work,” she
offered.
Rick only shook his head and peeled off his wet
shirt. She saw that he was covered with bruises and mud. He never took his eyes from
between her legs, even as he undid his jeans and shoved them down to free his
aching cock. When he entered her it was with surprising care. The feel of his
hard cock so deep inside Michonne made her wet, and made the sweet ache inside
her body begin to throb with desire.
“Love you so much,” he whispered. “Love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” she answered, and
stroked his back as he began to move.
His pace picked up quickly. Soon he was
pounding into her. Even as good as it felt Michonne was still worried. What was
going on? What had made him come home in such a state? Surreptitiously she began
to run her hands over his body, feeling for bites or scratches in addition to
the bruising.
“You’re my woman. My world,” he said in his
low, guttural voice. He continued driving hard into her, refusing to allow her
to change their positions whenever she tried. Finally Michonne gave up and just
wrapped her legs around him, dug her fingers into his hair, and waited, riding out the storm until Rick took
what he needed from her.
When he came it was a hot explosion inside of
her. An explosion she hoped would one day bring new life. She loved
Carl and Judith. She would die for them, but she wanted to create a child with
Rick. She hoped this would be the moment it happened.
He pulled out of her, zipped up his pants, and
then lay down beside her. They listened to the rain at the window, and she took
his hand in hers.
“Rick, you’re scaring me.”
He looked at her with remorse and kissed her sweat
slicked forehead.
“I’m sorry. That’s the last thing I ever want
to do.”
“Tell me, what’s wrong? Something’s wrong. You
didn’t get bit at the quarry, did you?”
Rick shook his head. “The quarry flooded in the
rain. Two walkers jumped me and we tumbled into the water. I was pinned down by
a falling rock. Jake and Tim West managed to kill them and get the rock off me
but I almost drowned.”
“Oh, my God.”
Michonne was horrified to hear this. The idea
that while she’d been lying in bed, trying to fall asleep so she could get Carl
off to school on time, Rick had been fighting for his life, pinned down
underwater, with two walkers trying to kill him. The thought that she should have been there for him played at the back of her mind.
“Are you okay?”
“Dr. Fernandez gave me a clean bill of health. She
says I just need a few days of rest, so I’ll be home to annoy you.”
“You don’t annoy me,” she said, stroking his
face. She kissed him and hugged close to him, feeling the sweat dry on her
skin. It took everything she had not to cry.
“When I was pinned under the water, cold,
blind, struggling to hold off those two walkers, I thought about Carl and
Judith. I thought about Lori. Then I thought about you, and how I’d never see
you again. I thought about how much I love you. God, I love you, Michonne. You
don’t know how much.”
She shook her head. “Yes, I do. If you love me
even half as much as I love you, then I know how much you love me.”
She kissed him again and sat up, putting her
clothes on.
“Go upstairs and get into the shower, wash all
that mud off. Then get into bed. I’m going to make you a bowl of tomato soup
and a grilled cheese sandwich. You need something hot to eat.”
“We should get married,” he said, and watched
her closely.
She smiled but didn’t answer, and he wondered
why. Instead she told him, “I love you. Now get upstairs and get that hot shower.”
She watched him go. When she was sure he was
gone, Michonne sat down at the table and cried. He’d suggested getting married
before. She hesitated because she was afraid as soon as she said yes something
would happen to take him from her, and they’d never make it down the aisle.
After all he’d been through the night before, she was more afraid than ever to
say yes.
Once her tears had abated, Michonne got up from
the table and started to cook a hot meal for the man she loved.
Damn that was hot and incredibly cute. This is a great Richonne one-shot. Thank you for writing it.
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