"What do you think you're doing?" Abraham asked.
"I used to tend bar in college," he said. "Name a drink. If I have the ingredients I can make it."
"Cosmo," Rosita said. "I love a good Cosmo."
"One Cosmo coming right up."
"I'd love a Sloe Gin Fizz," said Michonne.
They began making requests. Abraham wanted his Jack Daniels straight while Rick asked for a Mint Julep. Maggie got a Margarita that she shared with Tara. Sasha wanted a Screwdriver and Daryl got a Boilermaker.
With drinks pouring and Daryl playing Abe in a game of pool, Tara started up some music. The women danced but Rick refused, saying he wasn't going to make a total ass of himself. He and Glenn stayed seated and watched the women, sneaking glances in at Sasha and Rosita.
"Tara has a crush on Maggie," Glenn said, his words hidden under the thump of the music.
Rick nodded. "I noticed. You bothered by that?"
Glenn shook his head and gazed at Tara with a kind expression. "I'm not upset. I just feel bad that she's the only one alone. Unless we meet some people, she always will be."
"What does Maggie say about it?"
He shrugged. "Nothing. What can she say, really?"
They watched Maggie drag Tara away from the desk for a dance. Then a slower song began to play and Tara shuffled her feet, blushing, prepared to sit back down. Maggie looked to Glenn who nodded, and then she pulled Tara back onto the floor and draped her arms over Tara's shoulders while Tara rested her hands on Maggie's waist. Rick worried about that. He hoped Tara didn't read too much into Maggie's intentions and think she was trying to be more than a friend. Last thing he wanted was for a woman as kind and sweet as Tara to wind up brokenhearted.
"Michonne may want to dance," Glenn pointed out.
Maybe it was the liquid courage in his veins but Rick agreed and stood up to approach Michonne, who watched Abe make a shot that was so bad he cussed. Rosita pulled him away from the table and Sasha did likewise with Daryl. They were going to make their men slow dance whether they liked it or not. Michonne didn't resist when Rick led her to the floor and rested his hands on her waist.
Slow dancing
swaying to the music
Slow dancing
just me and my girl...
"I love this song," said Rick.
Michonne nodded. "I haven't heard this one in years."
Feeling bold, Rick pulled Michonne against him and she looped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. They saw the lights dim and Rick moved his hands to her back. It felt so good to hold her close. He breathed in the clean scent of her hair and the womanly scent that was unique to her.
The feel of her against him made Rick forget every bad thing they'd been through since all this started. There were only her curves, and how she was soft in all the place a woman should be. She fit against him perfectly. Like she'd been tailor made for him by God Himself.
After three slow songs Abraham announced he was calling it a night. They agreed it was far too late to stay up and they started to clean up but Tara volunteered. She knew that Abraham and Rosita, Glenn and Maggie, and Daryl and Sasha weren't heading off to bed just to sleep. Rick and Michonne knew it too and they looked awkwardly at one another.
"You two go on. I've got this," Tara told them.
"Thanks, Tara," Rick said.
Rick wasn't really ready for the night to end. Not after the way he'd held Michonne, and the way she'd melted into his embrace. He was sure Michonne felt the same way.
They reached the second floor and saw Daryl had Sasha pressed against the door to their room, kissing her passionately. He reached behind her and opened the door before he hoisted her up so that she could wrap her legs around him. Both were oblivious to Rick and Michonne's presence. Daryl literally kicked the door shut and by the time Rick and Michonne passed by their room they could hear moans.
Rick wondered what Michonne would do if he kissed her, especially with the kind of passion Daryl had laid on Sasha.
He wouldn't get to find out. Carl was in their room with Judith. She was screaming and angry, and as soon as she saw Michonne she held up her arms. "Mama mama..."
She looked so unhappy it was hard to be upset but Rick couldn't deny being deeply disappointed. He'd hoped she would be asleep.
"She's been screaming for ten minutes," Carl said, looking both frightful and annoyed. "I changed and fed her. I don't know what else to do."
"Don't worry, she's just cranky. I've got her now," said Michonne.
Carl nodded. "I can keep her if you can get her to sleep."
Michonne shook her head and stroked the hair away from his forehead. "You get some rest. I have a big day planned for you tomorrow."
"Feeding the horses?" he asked hopefully.
"That too but also something fun. A surprise."
He looked happy about that and headed out, giving his father a kind of smirk that made Rick feel embarrassed enough to want to slap the back of his son's head on his way out.
"I had a good time tonight," Rick said, watching her soothe Judith to sleep.
She smiled prettily at him. Then again, Rick thought every expression to cross her face was pretty, even the ones that warned she was about to kick some ass. "So did I," she said, and settled down with Judith.
...
It was a hours later when Rick felt the covers lift.
"Judith wet the bed," Michonne said, and Rick scooted over to make room for her in the little bed. He settled in behind her and tried to push away the filthy thoughts that flooded his mind as he lay there behind her. He kept seeing Daryl, and how confident he'd been in the way he'd handled Sasha. If only he could be so brazen.
Rick wondered if he'd sleep at all with Michonne in bed with him. She was so warm and all he could think was how good it would feel to sink inside her, to feel her wet warmth around him, squeezing him as he thrust deep into her. The clock on the bedside table said it was ten to six. He needed to pee but couldn't make himself disturb her. She shifted and grazed against him and, to his embarrassment, he hardened. A light moan escaped him.
He felt her rest a hand over his and gently urge it down until his fingertips slipped into the waistband of her panties. Taking the hint, Rick eased his hand in, brushing over her soft curls to find her moistened folds. He pressed his palm against her and rubbed, making her moan and shift to give him better access.
"Come here," he whispered.
Michonne turned flat on her back, her dark eyes locked onto his as he slipped a finger inside.
"I've wanted you for so long," he confessed.
"Me too. I wasn't sure you felt-"
She gasped when Rick added a second finger.
"Harder," she sighed.
He was about to oblige when there was a knock at the door.
"Dad? Michonne? Breakfast is almost ready. Can I come in?"
Michonne pushed at his hand and jumped from the bed, her face filled with embarrassment as she called, "Come on in."
She gave Rick a longing glance and then ran for the bathroom.
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