The room is quiet save for the rustling of clothes, the low key moans, and the slight smacking noises coming from the two people on the bed. Rick and Michonne are in his bedroom, making out like horny teenagers. It is late at night and Carl and Judith are fast asleep, so they decide to take advantage of the situation.
Michonne gets lost in the sensation, but is desperate to keep her wits about herself. She can't let this go too far. She has to coach herself just to maintain control. Oh, he feels so good, so right in my arms. Oh no, he's touching the girls, please don't touch the girls. Her breathing quickens with the excitement she feels. Her heart is racing, her head is swimming and her body temperature is at an all-time high.
Rick continues to caress her breasts softly as he moves from her lips to her neck, nibbling and sucking. He smiles as she angles her neck to give him better access. Damn, let tonight be the night. I can't take much more of this torture. She has to know what she does to me.
Michonne runs her fingers through his hair as he lingers at her neck. Oh I need to get out of here before I rip his clothes off and start sucking his dick. He is kissing me just right, he is touching me just right, and he smells so damn good. Unexpectedly, her breath hitches when she feels his hand palm her womanhood. She jerks away from him, trying to catch her breath.
With a frown, Rick pulls back to look at her, inquiring with his eyes if she is okay. She shifts to a sitting position, bringing her knees to her chest as she wraps her arms around them. She avoids his eyes as she doesn't want to explain what is making her so hesitant to take the next step, why she is almost afraid of intimacy with him. She rests her chin on her knees and cautiously looks at him. The questions are there in his eyes, the passion, the lust, the love….. She shifts her focus to anything but him and says, "I should go."
Rick closes his eyes, trying to muster up some patience. He runs a hand through his hair, exhibiting slight irritation and asks, "Are you sure?"
Michonne doesn't think, she acts as she forces her body to stand. "I'll see you in the morning. Good night." She rushes out the door, closing it softly behind her, then leans back against it, trying to curb her emotions and her hormones. Before she can take another breath, she is falling back into Rick's room as he opens the door. Sprawled on the floor awkwardly, she looks up at him as he tries to hide a smile while helping her up. Trying to avoid his gaze, she mumbles and attempts to move past him.
Rick blocks her exit, stretching an arm in front of her, resting a hand on the doorframe. "We need to talk about this."
Still averting her eyes, she answers, "I'd rather not."
He moves closer to her, lifting her chin with a finger, willing her eyes to meet his. When she finally relents, he speaks softly, "I thought this was what you wanted. Whatever it is, you can tell me. Have you changed your mind about me…about us?"
She steps forward to give him a reassuring hug. "No, I haven't changed my mind about you. It's just…when we're together like that, you take all of my control. I can't think straight when you're touching me and…it's scary. I've always been in control, but with you….it's…different." Her heart feels like it's going to beat right out of her chest as she waits for Rick to respond.
"You can let go with me, Michonne. I'm not going to hurt you. I lo…" he stops as she presses a finger against his lips with a shake of her head.
She blinks several times, trying to comprehend what she knows Rick was just about to confess to her. She knows that she is supposed to repeat his declaration because she does love him, but she can't. She moves out of his arms and whispers, "Good night, Rick" as she crosses the hallway and disappears into her bedroom.
