He was staring at her again, Michonne observed. It didn’t bother her or anything, not really. It just made her a little uncomfortable. And by uncomfortable, she meant, wet. Honestly, she couldn’t quite understand why she was having this reaction. Michonne had been gazed at before. Plenty of times. But this time, it was Rick Grimes doing the gazing. His cerulean eyes seemed to look at her, through her, directly to her core. And that was the problem. It was like he could see that he was making her pussy leak all through her black lace panties and it made her squirm. He made her squirm. But he didn’t stop. She could feel his eyes on her ass, on her back, on her neck, on her breasts. It almost felt like he had his hands all over her, instead of just his eyes. She found herself wishing it was his hands. The way it was now, she felt teased. Her nipples were always hard whenever he was around and there was no hiding it now with her thin white t-shirt and even thinner black lace bra.
Michonne looked over at Rick, hoping that by her “catching” him in the act of looking at her, he’d get embarrassed and drop his eyes. He did not. He only smiled at her. Actually, smile was too ‘nice’ a word. What Rick Grimes did when Michonne looked up at him was leer at her and erotically lick his full lips, saying without words exactly what he wanted to do to her. She tried her best not to drop her eyes, but when he started gently tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth (never taking his eyes off of her) she had no choice. She could have drowned a puppy in the wetness that pooled in her panties at that moment. With her head down, and eyes closed, she heard his throaty chuckle at her discomfort, even over all of the backyard party noise. She had to get out of there before she came all over herself.
Rick watched Michonne as she walked away and smiled to himself. He wanted her. Badly. But he wanted to make sure she wanted him too. He wasn’t an animal after all. So far, he hadn’t gotten any reciprocity to his subtle actions. Only embarrassment. He needed to step it up a notch. He didn’t know where in the hell this sudden change in him came from. He was never like this with his ex-wife Lori. Sure he loved her (when they first started out) but he could never remember being hungry for her. He could never remember feeling that if he couldn’t be inside her, he wouldn’t be complete. And make no mistake, it wasn’t all about sex when it came to his attraction to Michonne, he actually wanted to be with her in other ways as well. In all ways. But something had come over him recently. All of his hang-ups were gone. How he wished she felt the same. He was determined to find out.
He walked over to the coolers his friend Shane had set up to hold beer and soda and grabbed two Heineken’s. He’d seen her drinking one before and couldn’t take his eyes off her as she delicately licked at the head of the bottle, trying to get all of the liquid that didn’t go into her mouth. Goddamn that scene had made his dick hard. Thinking about it had the same effect. He didn’t want to freak her out by approaching her with his massive fucking hard-on, so he grabbed a piece of ice from the cooler and rubbed it slowly across the back of his neck. It helped, a little. When he felt he was back in control of his organ, he looked around for his girl. She was talking to Maggie and Glenn and he could have kissed the both of them for introducing Michonne to the group when she moved in the cul-de-sac. Their little neighborhood was a tight community and hadn’t had any new people become a part of the neighborhood since Dwight and his wife Honey moved to California. Michonne bought their old house. From the first moment he’d seen her, giving instructions to those moving men, he couldn’t think of anything else. He thought of her at work, he thought of her when he ate. Hell, even when he combed his hair, thoughts of her got in his eyes.
He walked over.
“Hey ya’ll, how’s it going?” he asked. He was talking to all three of them, but he was looking at Michonne.
