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weretheoneswhowrite · 6 years ago

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Lyrical Prompt Series...

We see that you all enjoyed part one of this mini fic. It’s time to heat things up in here. We wont keep you waiting any longer. Please enjoy the finale of this story.

WTOWW would like to send a special thank you to @mannarn who came up with this special prompt idea. Thank you for revealing yourself so we can give you proper credit, you are appreciated.

All The Things

(Part II)

“You’re still here,” Michonne said. Rick’s face wore a surprised expression.

“And you’re back,” Rick said when Michonne stood next to the barstool.

“I’m back.” She placed her clutch on the counter and sat on the stool next to him. “I’m taking you up on that offer.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” He turned to the guy to the right of him. “I was talking to David here about a property for lease downtown.”

A bellow of a laugh escaped David. “This man could sell water to a Well without even trying.” David sat his drink down and got off the barstool. “Whooo. That’s my limit right there. Alicia would raise hell if I came back too drunk. It was nice talking to you. Next time you're in LA we’ll talk.” He turned to Michonne. “Nice meeting you, sugar.”

Michonne smiled and watched Rick shake the man's hand and then turn to her. “Want the same thing you had earlier?”

“Actually, I think I just want some water. I shouldn’t keep up with the drinking. I’m finally starting to sober up.”

“Fair enough.” He inhaled an audible breath. “How was your anniversary dinner?

Michonne laughed. “It was a...dinner.”

“I’m sure it was better than that? You get a nice gift?”

“We exchanged gifts earlier today. Well, he left me this necklace. It was in a pretty blue box with a white bow.” Rick seemed unimpressed as she spoke. She wondered why? “What’s that face for?”

“Um. I mean…” Rick teetered his head side to side.

“Spill it. I won’t be mad,” she interjected.

“It’s pretty...the necklace. Really beautiful and probably cost a fortune. But...it’s not you.”

Michonne thought it hilarious that he could assume anything about her. Especially when it came to her taste in things. “Oh, and so you know what I like?”

“I didn’t say all of that. But I can tell that there’s just a simple, beautiful woman under all of this. And don’t get me wrong, everything about you is beautiful.” He smiled and took the last swallow of his drink. “But give me some time and I’ll get to know you inside and out.”

He glanced her way. She stared at him, he stared back, and the volume of the guests voices muddled around her. “All you need is time, huh?”

“That and other...things.” He nodded his head as if internally agreeing with the thoughts that ran through his mind. A swift pivot on the barstool and he stood next to her. Michonne’s skin felt warm to the touch. Could she breathe? It didn’t matter because when he placed his hand right at the small of her back she caught on fire. He bent low and whispered in her ear. “Where’s your husband?”

The swell of her perky breasts heaved up and down as his finger traced small, soft lines along her back. She tried not to close her eyes as he did the motion...torturously teasing her just so slow. Michonne turned her face and looked around to see if anyone noticed what this tempting man did to her now.

“He’s going to his office.” She dared to look him in his face. His stare made her lose her breath.

“You two aren’t...celebrating anymore tonight?” His fingers slid against the zipper of her dress, imitating the motion of undoing it.

Michonne shook her head, nearly about to faint. Her and Jason had a decent sex life she thought, but her husband had been distant more and more lately. A few weeks had passed since they fucked, and it was lackluster. Brought on because she made a fuss about him not being intimate with her in so long.

“No. He said it was important.”

“So after you left your husband, what were your plans for the evening?” He sat back down and grabbed her hand. There he went with the rubbing again. His fingertips grazed over her palm and the gentle caress made close her eyes slightly.

This feeling. This...emotion taking over her, she still couldn’t breathe. “I don’t know. I was going to go home, but I changed my mind.”

“I wonder why?” His voice was deep, but inviting. She wanted him to talk to her like that forever.

“Me too.” God, he wouldn’t stop with the touching. She looked around once more to see if anyone noticed, and suddenly found herself not caring.

“I won’t lie Michonne, I want to spend some time with you. I know that you are a married woman, so I will control every urge I have to not touch you any more than I’m doing now. You gotta understand that the sight of you is driving me wild, so it has been difficult. Maybe we could go someplace and get more...acquainted?”

And there it was. A decision. She had to make it and she had to make it now. Michonne proved to be a smart woman and knew the path she walked. If she came back in here then she wanted whatever was about to happen. And damn it, did she need it.

“Okay.” She looked at him and nod her head, amazed that the words were about to flow from her mouth. “Maybe we can go someplace quiet and...talk.”

The line. She was crossing it.

“Yeah?” he asked searching her face.

Did she want this? “Yeah,” she heard herself respond. She wanted this… whatever was to come.

Rick seemed surprised she agreed so easily. He made no habits of talking to married women in the manner that he had with Michonne, but...there was something about her. Some feeling overcame him from deep down in his gut. He stood and picked up his jacket tossing across his arm.

“Meet me on the side of the building in ten minutes. I’m driving a black Camaro.”

“Okay,” she simply said.

“If I don’t see you in ten, I’ll assume you wanted to not do this. And that is fine. More than fine. I am an understanding man.”

She swallowed hard and looked at his lips. Her mind pictured them kissing her shoulder, her lips...other places that tingled with want.

“Okay.” Michonne barely breathed now. Her pulse was thready and getting more pronounced. She felt heat trail from her stomach all the way to her head.

The moment he was out of sight Michonne called the bartender to her. “Can I get a shot of vodka? Top shelf,” she added. When he brought her the shot she tossed it back quickly and looked at the time. Eight minutes. She had eight minutes to back out of this.

“Will.” She held up one finger to the bartender. “One more. I’ll take one more of the same.” She tossed another one back. Her nerves.

What was she about to do? Did she want to do this? Did she know what it meant if she did? Michonne was scared to death, but why not? Why not?

Why not? She left the restaurant and found him around the corner, his back rested against the car. Rick looked like a model with his ankles crossed and hands in his pocket. His smile stretched wide when he saw her approach.

“You came.” He uncrossed his legs and stood.

“I came.”

Rick opened the door and reached for her hand. “Is it wrong for me to be excited about that.”

“No,”she quietly said as he helped her into the car. Here she was...in his car.

“That’s good to know,” he closed her door and quickly rushed to his side.

His car was made in 1978, but fully remodeled and detailed. The black seats felt like butter beneath her and she liked how they sat, worn but comfortable. “It was my dads car. He’s still living and wanted to sell it. I bought it from him. He’s too proud to take my money for bills any other way, so it was a win-win.”

“You probably have a lot of memories with it?”

Rick smiled patting the dashboard. “I used to steal this baby on weeknights and meet up with the guys to go fishing or drink beers at the lake.”

She smiled seeing if she could picture him as a teenager. Probably as wild and free as he is now. “We’ll, it’s a beautiful car.”

“Thank you. You look good in it.” He cut his eye towards her.

She rubbed her hands against the leather. “Thank you.” After finally getting off the highway, she noticed the smell of the air. Soon after she began spotting rows of boats. Shorts and small ones. Longer ones. There was a large yacht and a couple of smaller ones sitting next to it on either side of it.

“Are we going sailing?”

“Well, I have a little boat and I do a some sailing when I come to LA. I thought if we wanted...discretion...this would be best?”

He didn’t look at her,but Michonne looked at him. She completely agreed. The wife of a well-known producer shouldn’t be seen at a hotel with someone other than her husband. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Do you want to just call it a night? I’ll completely understand-“

“No!” She said quickly. “No, I don’t.” Michonne tried not to seem anxious.

Rick stared at the road as he made a turn into the parking lot, a small smile crossing his lips. “Okay.”

He parked his car and hopped out. Michonne watched him walk around the hood to her side. He was almost too sexy. The chiseled jawline...those lips. His strut was confidant and sure; he looked as if he could conquer the world if he had the chance.

Rick opened the car door for her. “Thank you,” she took his hand, her long legs leading her out.

“You’re welcome.” One of his strong arms wrapped around her waist and he took his time walking the way to his boat.

“So, do you have one of those big boats over there?”

“Yeah. It’s not that big. Perfect size for entertaining and living on it if you want.” The closer she got to the boats, the larger they became in size. She loved how calm they looked bouncing on the little waves rushing to the shore. “Do you like to sail?”

“Um…” Michonne shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know if I like as much as I should. Lived in LA all my life and I’m not that fond of the water.”

Rick laughed, the tone of it smooth and sultry. “Well, maybe one day we can sail on my yacht. It rides like a dream on the water. Help you get used to the idea of being in the ocean.”

Did he think that this would be an ongoing thing? Was it even a thing now?

“I don’t know about all that. I’m shocked I’m here doing...this…” And a tiny thought crept in her mind. Should she? Should she be doing this?

He understood how she felt somehow and let her waist go, opting to hold her hand. “Sometimes...things happen that we control... but can’t control. We can’t help that.” His smile was charming, and his eyes glinted in the moonlight.

“I believe you probably could help it,” she flirted.

“Not right now.” He pointed directly ahead of them. “There She is...That’s Aphrodite’s Revenge.”

When they approached the yacht, Michonne had to make sure her mouth hadn’t popped open as she took in its luxury. She’d been on a yacht maybe three times and never on one as large as this.

Jason invited her to parties early on in their relationship and into their marriage. Each time she’d sit by herself and watch her husband mingle with people...be approached by young, beautiful, and the not so talented actresses who were dying for a part. After a year of observing and growing insecure and jealous, she opted to stop coming with him and only attend premieres.

The inside of the yacht rivaled the beauty of her own home. The living area was neatly kept and the kitchen was tiny, but functional. He gave her somewhat of a tour and asked her if she wanted anything to drink but she declined. Eventually, the tour ended at the master bedroom. The room she’d wanted to see the most honestly.

Rick sat down on the edge of his bed and watched Michonne awkwardly stand near the door. She held her clutch to her chest and leaned against the wall, glancing around the elegant room. Again, the room had smaller dimensions, but it still looked like a room from a million dollar home.

“It’s not too small, is it?” Rick interrupted her as she took it all in.

“No. Not really. Intimate I’d say.”

“Yeahhh. It’s a restful sleep in my opinion. Quiet. I kinda fell in love with the sea. Love the way it smells. Love the small rocking motion. Feels different sleeping on water than land.”

“I’m sure.” They both went silent again, and Michonne looked around. It was quaint. Tranquil even. At home there were so many rooms and when they first moved in she got lost. This felt different. Like a cozy getaway from the world.

“So when you come to town you sleep here?”

“Yeah. Drive my Camaro around town. Go to the beach a lot. It’s my routine between meetings and dealings. I love the air here. It’s hard to explain, but I travel a lot. The air feels and smells different everywhere.

“It’s the smog.” Michonne joked. They both laughed trailing off together. “How long are you in town for?”

“A few weeks. Heading to Toronto for some business.”

“Oh okay.” Silence struck the room again.

“You are an exceptional woman,” Rick said looking at her. All night he did that. Just take her breath away in the most delicate way. How he spoke to her...it was quick, but every word meant something. It was unexpected but welcomed.

She looked down and her locs fell forward with the motion. “Thank you,” she said.

“I mean that. I really do.” She looked up and ran her locs back from her face. He patted the section of bed beside him. “You wanna sit next to me? I’ll only bite a little. I promise.”

Michonne put her hand over her mouth to hide a smile. “You are something else.” She looked around, hesitant in making the first step, but she did.

But instead of sitting right next to him, she opted to sit near the edge. Her nerves were on the edge. Was she uncomfortable? Yes. Did she want to leave?…

Rick slid over next to Michonne, and grabbed her hand. It trembled a little as he started his caress, using that same touch he used all night long. “You always wanted to be a surgeon?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and quickly caught his gaze. “Since I was in eighth grade.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Eighth grade? So you just knew right then and there that you were going to be a surgeon? To use these beautiful, soft, strong hands?”

She nervously giggled. “Yep. Saw a documentary about female doctors and I knew right then and there.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Oh, whatever.” Michonne knew he was just saying anything nice to woo her.

“Nahhhhh, I’m serious. It’s amazing that you had a dream and it came true. That it was to help.”

“Yeah, it did. And working with the children. It’s all for them.”

“Yeah. That’s a good thing Michonne.” He Just half her hand, his fingers sliding over hers, making her eyes close slightly. Her shoulders relaxed under the soothing touch.

Silence crept through the snug master bedroom far too often than she would like. Michonne blindly sat her clutch next to her and she felt warm lips against her shoulder. Rick lightly bit her skin there and Michonne faced him.

“I told you I’d bite light.” Damn his eyes. Those eyes just had the ability to make her want to risk it all. They were making her risk it all.

He kissed her in the same spot again and she chuckled and looked away, lust beginning to seep through her. She couldn’t look at him as he did what he did. Seduce her. Lure her to his lips in the most delicately insistent way. Michonne felt a finger on the bottom of her chin slightly turning her face back towards him.

“I’m gonna kiss you now cause...mmm...cause I been thinking about it all night. And that’s it. That’s all I’m doing for right now.” He smoothed a few of her locs behind her shoulder and kissed the side of her jaw. Then kissed another spot.

His hand cupped her cheek and she felt insanely warm, almost as if the inner pits of her soul were coming alive. As if she was a dormant volcano, ready to seep lava. The tip of his tongue licked her bottom lip, tasting her until his lips finally wanted to take over. He sucked on that same lip, pulling and biting it gently. “You have very kissable lips,”

A rasp laugh left her throat. “Do I now?”

His smile made her ache between her legs. It was a different smile she couldn’t quite describe. “Yeah....” He kissed her again, moving closer to Michonne. “Been wanting to taste them all night.”

He moved his lips away from her and stared at them. They had to be fuller now...plumper...the red matte she wore smudging into his now.

Michonne tried to make her body agree with her mind, she tried to kiss him, but she couldn’t get it together. She couldn’t focus. He bent forward and pecked her lips once. She didn’t move. Not one inch. Rick did it again, this time kissing her top lip, then her bottom and Michonne didn’t kiss him back, just held her head still as he tasted.

Soft lips over softer lips, moving slowly over another. His fingers somehow found her locs and tangled themselves between a few, pulling ever so gently on them. “You’re so sexy, Michonne.” He whiskered as he kissed her cheek. Michonne was glad he held her, because she wanted to dissolve away. His touch, another mans touch. His kisses. It was all too much.

“Stand up for me.” He asked pulling away from her with great restraint. She didn’t know why but she did what he wanted, shyly looking away as she stood. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so weak with him touching the way he did.

He sat up straight and the smallest of smiles touched his lips. “Take your dress off for me.”

“Okay,” she softly murmured, “...but I need help.” Michonne turned around and pointed to her zipper. She slowly turned around, her eyes glancing seductively over his shoulder. She felt it now. Felt the lust washing over every inch of her flesh.

He chuckled, low and short, and got off the bed, his fingers touching the center of her back. He took his time doing this, pulling the zipper down, his other hand tracing the exposed flesh as he moved down.

She turned around and he took a few steps back, welcoming the sight of her as she moved the straps of her dress down.

The thrill of him looking at her like that, like he’d seen an angel and couldn’t speak, it made her want to appreciate the feeling. She could see his lips part, felt the stare of his eyes...the heat from his body. She loved how he took her in, consuming her from just a gaze. Her hips moved from side to side as she inched the tight fabric over her them; over her round ass.

Rick could no longer sit back and watch her undress herself. He reached out, cautious about where to put his hands, but he wanted to feel her body. Where could he start? Where? Damn, he wanted to just....

The lace bra sat against her satin skin, the contrast stark and beautiful. He traced a line along her shoulder, continuing until it snagged on her bra strap. Rick let the strap go and circled her like she was prey. The tiniest of moans seeped between her lips along with a pent up breath she held when he moved back behind her, his hands at her waist.

She suddenly felt the lash of his tongue against her neck, along with his lips sucking her warm skin...licking her there. He moved locs that were in the way and spoke softly into her ear. “Tell me Michonne.” He nibbled at her earlobe and she fell back against his sturdy frame, her skin now so sensitive.

“Tell you what?” she shakily said, her hips grinding against him.

“Tell me what he won’t do for you? Tell me all the things you want me to do?”

He massaged her ass, squeezing and smacking it, pulling her against him. He still sucked on her neck and she closed her eyes once more, trembling so bad she grew dizzy. His breath rushed out harshly as he spoke to her, his lips pressed to her neck.

“Matter of fact...don’t tell me anything. I know I can figure out how to fuck you right.” She pressed harder against him and he pushed back, his dick brushing against her supple ass. “See...you letting me know right now.”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, her ass grinding harder into him, while he felt her thighs.

“Your skin is warm.” He kissed her shoulder, “...you’re just so soft…”

His hands slipped around her waist from behind, hugging her against his hips. One hand skimmed upward, cupping her breast, his thumb circling slowly, searchingly over the thin fabric. When his other hand went downward she ached for him, spreading her legs wider until he found her sticky warmth, dipping his fingers deep inside of her.

“Damnnnnnnn,” he groaned against her. “Either he ain’t touched you in a while, or you thinking hard about what I’m about to do to this sweet pussy.”

She gasped at his comment; she gasped again as the fabric of her wet panties slid against his fingers; as two fingers rubbed over her pulsing clit.

“A damn fool,” he said mostly to himself. “Such a damn fool.” He said again and Michonne quivered from his touch. Controlling her hips became even harder the faster he moved his fingers over her, and she started to want more. She needed more.

She pulled at his hand, moving it away from her pussy, which made her body scream in agony. Kicking her heels off, she took the few steps to the bed and sat down, reaching behind her to undo her bra. Her breasts spilled out, the dark tips of her nipples now growing harder from the sudden cool air against them. Shy no more, her eyes found his as she lie back, her hands rubbing down her stomach until she found the top of her panties, pulling them down.

“Take off your clothes,” she rasped out, lust washing over her. She tossed her panties aside, and Rick didn’t hesitate to discard his own clothes and join her on the bed.

He got on his knees in front of her, rubbing his hand over his dick, the veins bulging after each stroke. She licked her lips, wanting to do other things to him, but wanting him inside of her more.

“You don’t have to make love to me, Rick. Just fuck me until I can’t walk.” Her voice was breathy, but confidant. She played with herself, her eyes barely opened, but she saw him look at her. Saw his want for her. .

“Mmmmm,” he said, amazed to hear her speak that way. He looked over her naked body, glistening with a sheen of sweat. The only thing she wore was the diamond necklace her husband bought her. She watched him move forward, stroking his dick one last time before he bent over her.

Michonne lifted her legs and spread them. She felt his dick slide against her sticky, slippery entrance, teasing her. The head of his dick pushed against her and she felt him enter, delving between her lips. She opened her mouth, breathing heavy, catching little bits of air as he went deeper...and deeper...and deeper.

“Jesus,” her tone deep and satisfied, she found his hair, twisting her fingers into the soft tendrils, pulling them hard.

It felt so good. This. Rick felt so good inside of her, filling her up in the best way possible. He kissed her near her ear, speaking between his groans.

“You feel...like everything...I ever wanted.” He breathed against her skin and her legs started to shake. He grabbed them, his fingers digging into her.

Here she was...here with another man. Letting him kiss her. Letting him touch her. Letting him fuck her. And she wanted every second of it.

And though she asked him not to make love, not to go slow, he did just that. His hips grind into her, slapping against her thighs, and he kissed her neck. He licked her and brushed his face against her skin. “...so beautiful...you’re just so beautiful…,” he told her, his lips kissing her shoulder now.

She only heard her pants. Her gasps. His heavy moans. They mixed with each other at certain times, and that’s when he’d go deeper...harder...deeper...faster...just so fast.

“When I saw you at the bar, I said to myself, ‘I gotta know her.” His pace quickened some and he kissed her. “Damn, I wanna fuck this pussy all night long.”

“Goddddd…” Michonne dug her fingers into his back and scratched desperate trails into his skin. She feared she dug into him too deep when he grunted, but he fucked her harder.

“Damn, Michonne.” He kissed her, soft pink lips crushing her plumper ones. Their tongues circled one another and they sucked. They kissed. They bit. They breathed for one another.

“You gonna let me fuck this pussy all night?”

Michonne couldn’t speak. What was she to say?

He spoke against her lips, kissing her between words. “You gonna let me fuck this soaking wet pussy? Feels so fucking good. Damn...you’re so beautiful.”

He asked over and over and she feared that if she said yes she’d be in trouble. She’d be in trouble because she hadn’t been fucked like this in some time.

“I hear them moans. I’m fucking this pussy right? It’s getting wetter and wetter. You trying to drown me in this wet..ass...pussy.”

He fucked her harder and Michonne couldn’t take it anymore. She started yell. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” His grin was cocky as he fucked her into madness.

“Say it, Michonne. Tell me I can have this pussy again.” He grasped her chin and kissed her, crushing her lips. “Say I can get this pussy all night?” He looked into her eyes and that’s when she let him know what her body already knew.

“Yesssss,” she screamed at least one more time as he pound into her, their skin rubbing against each other.

The room changed temperature, the heat circling around them as if they were caught in flames. “Just like that, Rick. Yes.”

“Right, there, baby?”

“Mmmmmm.” Michonne’s mind wouldn’t go anywhere else but where she was. She opened her eyes and she saw Rick, and focused on him; on the faces he made as he slid inside of her; on the way he’d flick his tongue over her lips...over her breasts.

And then he’d look at her like she was it. Like even if there were a room full of people and things, she’d be his only focus. He bent low and started to talk to her, his voice rasping in her ear. “So fucking good...Damn, baby.” He reached between them, his fingers massaging her clit. “Cum for me, Michonne. Let me see what that pretty face look like when you cum.”

His fingers moved faster and she clutched him tighter, the sensation of being fucked slower at the same time he massaged her began making her nerves tender. He just kept talking to her in that low voice, saying everything she wanted to hear. “So sexy. Sexiest woman I’ve ever met...Damn,” he’d say. “Look at you. Fucking beautiful.”

Her mouth parted, that sensation starting to drift to the surface. Rick fingers moved quicker and he started to smile. “Yeahhh, that’s what I want to see. I feel that pussy too, squeezing that dick…mmmmm...this good pussy…”

She dug her fingers into his back and and cried out a sound she’d never heard. Rick fingers worked her clit until she started to shake. Until her manicured nails scratched red marks into his back.

And that’s when he pumped faster into her, his mouth still near her ear. “You so wet, baby. Cum on that dick. Mmmm...I feel you, baby.”

She just screamed as loud as she could, hopeful that the boat kept the sound inside that room which spun around. This man kissed her neck and whispered little nothings to her. Things she had heard all night, “you’re so beautiful...so pretty...you feel so good.”

And that didn’t stop her from wanting to hear it now. Right when her body trembled from the release of pent up desire from needs not being met. Not when she couldn’t let go of him cause she knew she’d burn into ashes if she did. Not when he groaned in her ear as she tried to find air to breathe.

And she felt him stiffen as he fucked her; felt him catch himself and pull-out, the warmth of his cum spilling over her engorged pussy lips, rubbing just the tip of his dick on the outermost part. His face buried into her neck and he shook against her.

She didn’t know when, but he moved lower, resting his cheek against her chest, the stubble poking her. He grabbed her hand and rubbed her fingers frantically, as he caressed her like he’d done all night. It made her want to weep at how soft he was with her. That the touch he gave her all night was starting to become familiar.

She knew that life outside this boat continued to go on, but that didn’t change the fact the her life stalled in ecstasy for a brief moment in time. Her heart beat out of her chest. Everything was different. All of it. Everything.

And it was because of him.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

He kissed her softly after the last time they fucked, his hands dragging through her locs. “You got to get home, don’t you?”

“That would probably be best.”

“Can’t spend the night with me? I mean, it’s late or early either way you look at it and…” He moved between her legs and Michonne couldn’t believe he wanted to again.

“I’m sorry.” He kissed her once more and she spoke as he did. “But I have to go,” Michonne dreaded saying.

“You do,” he finally agreed, though his tone held that same doubt it did earlier at the restaurant. He sat up. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Can’t have you going home looking like you just had the best night of your life.”

“You are a cocky son of a bitch,” she whispered.

“But am I wrong?” He was still naked and his dick started to stiffen again.

Michonne rolled her eyes. Even if he was right, she’d never admit it.

Never.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

They held hands on the ride back into town. On the way they stopped the car and kissed like teenagers, nearly fucking on the side of the road.

“I got to have you again.”

Michonne didn’t want to say it, but it had to be said. “This can’t be a normal thing. It was just for tonight.”

“You saying words to me, but you feel…” He stuck his hand between her legs, feeling her wetness. “You feel like you need to be fucked by me again.”

“Rick. Don’t say shit like that to me.” It was nearly three in the morning.

“Damn. I’m just…” He moved his hand away and her body reacted, needing it to be back where it once was. “I’m doing too much, ain’t I?”

If Michonne’s body could talk, she’d be screaming at her right now. They looked at each other from opposite ends of the car. Rick nod his head, realizing that this would probably have to be a one time thing. He faced forward and put his hand last on the steering wheel.

“I want nothing more than to do what we did for the last three hours, but...I…”

He shook his head and then blew out a breath. “Let’s get you home.” He shakily started the car and nod again.

“I mean it. I enjoyed this night with you.” Why did she want to weep? She barely knew this man.

He grabbed for her hand again and she gave it to him. Rick put it to his lips and kissed her. “I enjoyed it too, darling.” She smiled and looked away from him.

It was all she could do.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Michonne walked into her house and dropped her clutch on the table near the door. Her heels clacked against the shiny marble floor and she looked around. She beat her husband home at least. His car wasn’t in the garage, she noticed when she went to check.

She walked into the kitchen and heard the chime at the front door alerting you of an entry. Her husband walked into the kitchen moments later, pausing when he saw her drinking some water.

“You’re up...and still dressed.” He seemed surprised to see her standing there.

“I...uh...stayed at the bar and took a few shots. Got home and passed out,” she told him as if it were fact. He looked skeptical, but didn’t question it. Even if her hair was less kept and her makeup seemed unusually smudged. He’d seen Michonne get drunker than a sailor and still be able to get herself undressed...take her makeup off at least.

“Well, I’m going to get some rest. You coming to bed soon?” He walked over to her and kissed her cheek. Michonne forced a smile.

“Yep. Be right there.” Jason walked off...an odd look on his face. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing.”

Michonne walked towards him and then past him, grabbing her clutch from the front table. The staircase was just there and she walked up them,

leaving him looking at her.

“Goodnight, Jason.” Michonne said, just as she left his sight. .

She didn’t wait for a response.

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Jason left early in the day and Michonne sat on the sofa daydreaming...of Rick. Little flashes of his face appeared before her and it would cause her to think about last night...about all of it. Everything.

To the point where a voice inside her begged for her to get off the couch and walk upstairs to the master bedroom. To go to her closet and get her red clutch that had Ricks business card.

Her fingers slid against the raised writing on a red and white card. Michonne grabbed her phone, dialing the number and nervously waited for him to answer.

To her surprise, he answered on the second ring. “Hello.” His sultry southern tone made her clit thump.

“Hi, Rick. This is Michonne.”

“Michonne. How are you doing?”

“I’m...doing pretty good.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear your voice.”

She leaned against the door frame and her smile widened. “I will say it’s good to hear your voice too.”

“Glad to hear that, as well. Would it be too forward of me to say that you’ve been on my mind since we parted.”

She grew warm and shook her head. “Nah. That wouldn’t be too forward.”

“It wouldn’t, huh?”

“Nope. Cause I will admit I’ve been thinking about you.” She shyly smiled even though he couldn’t see it.

“It seems to me, that we might need to do something about that.” They both went quiet and he spoke. “Come see me again. I’m free after two.”

“Rickkk…”

“We could take the boat on the water. Just hang out and drink wine, eat an early dinner.”

“And then what.” Her voice told him she wished for more to happen.

“And then fix that issue we both have. Maybe if we got a few more times in we could get it out our system.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” she laughed.

“Well...we’ll figure something out.”

“Okay…”

“So, I’ll see you later, then…?”

Michonne paused and made up her mind. “Yeah, I’ll see you.”

“Good. I’ll see you later, Michonne.”

“Okay, Rick.” She hung up and put her phone on the nightstand.

She didn’t know what was happening, and she knew all st the same time. Was it just revenge for the past few years? Was it comfort? Was it attraction and lust? Michonne had no clue, but it was something.

It was something.

Written by: @nyese3529

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