Chapter 4

Rick stood in shock at the doorway looking at the woman on the opposite side of his threshold. "What are you doin here Michonne?"

"I just told you. I was going to thank you for my beautiful flowers via text message but I changed my mind and decided to do it in person. So you going to invite me in or you got someone else in there?" she replied casually looking over his shoulder.

Stepping aside he motioned for her to come in. Once she was inside he closed and locked the door then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. "The only woman I want in my place is you Michonne and you always refuse to come over. Why'd you show up tonight?"

"Once again to surprise you with a thank you. I was at least expecting a smile or something," she pouted. "I probably would've been better off just sending you a text since you're acting like you don't want me here."

"Don't do that to me baby. You know that's all I want." Rick didn't like meeting Michonne at all the different hotels and using different names but he knew that was the only way he was able to spend time with her. To have her in his arms and relax. To be inside her. They'd only hooked up twice at his condo before Michonne refused to do it again.

'Being in your place makes me…it makes me feel things. We should meet some place else,' she had told him when he questioned why she preferred hotels. He never knew what those things were because when he'd questioned her, she had started stroking his cock and the next thing he knew he was having sex with her. Rick longed to make love to her in his bed again and have her wake up in his arms without having to rush off.

Michonne turned around, threading her fingers through the curls at the back of his head. He felt his heart speed up as her big, brown doe eyes locked with his as their mouths moved closer to each other. As his lips touched her soft plump ones, he closed his eyes, gathering her tightly in his arms. A deep growl escaped his throat when their tongues caressed each others before she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting them until she pulled wiped it away.

"Can I shower here? I'm sweaty from work and not the good kind of sweaty," she whispered against his lips. "You're welcome to join me."

"Like I could ever say no to you," he said wrapping her legs around him and walking towards the master bathroom to begin the process of cleaning up before they hopefully got dirty again.

The shower was relaxing, with the two of them just pecking each other's lips as they washed each other thoroughly but gently until Michonne began to wash Rick's hair. He closed his eyes, hypnotized by the sensation of her hands massaging his scalp as she pressed her body against his so she could reach the back of his head. Her stiff nipples and soft breast pressing again his hard chest sent an immediate spark to his crotch. When she turned his body under the warm spray to rinse the shampoo out he pulled her closer and buried his head into her neck, his hot tongue carving a path down to her shoulder before once again capturing her lips.

"Let's get put of here so that I can start thanking you," Michonne said turning off the water.

"You mean this wasn't it?" Rick said hopefully.

Michonne shook her head as she stepped out of the shower and covered her body with a towel. "Not even close. Just wait until I lotion myself up," she said mischievously, a twinkle in her eyes.

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"Oh fuck baby. Keep doing it just like that," he hissed out as warmth enveloped his dick once again. A half hour later Rick was experiencing the best thank you he'd ever received courtesy of Michonne's mouth and hand. Sitting in his recliner he opened his eyes and looked down to see her full lips descending down his thick length repeatedly. When she pulled back her tongue would run down the vein along the underside making him shiver at the sight. His fingers curled into the padded arm rest as she released his dick and moved on to his balls. Michonne softly kissed all around his sac, placing one in her mouth to suck and massage with her mouth. One of her hands cupped and fondled the other one while she used the opposite to make hard, firm strokes up and down his penis. After paying thorough attention to the first, she repeated her actions on the second. Wanting to run his fingers through her hair, Rick began to loosen her bun at top her head. "May I?" he requested in a husky voice.

"Mmmhmm," she responded not stopping her actions, the vibrations sending a jolt straight to his groin.

The vison that he saw when he glanced up made him even harder. Michonne had positioned his chair in front of a mirror so he could see her entire back, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders as her head bobbed up and down. Her strong back whittled down to a thin waist before becoming her round, heart shaped ass. From his view Rick could see the evidence of her arousal coating her thighs and lips as she continued her masterful blow job.

Releasing his balls with a pop, he threw his head back against the head rest as Michonne took him into her mouth again and deep throated him. She pulled back, using her tongue to circle the head like a lollipop and catching the precum that begun to steady flow from the tip. "Ummm. You're my favorite flavor sweetie. I need more," her voice smooth and sexy as she worked him faster with her hands before going to town with her mouth. Rick grasped her hair with both hands and he lifted his hips and began to fuck her mouth. He was beginning to feel that familiar coiling in his belly signifying his impending release.

"Baby stop. Please stop," he panted. When she kept going he shouted out, "Michonne STOP!" The tone in his voice caused her to jerk her head up, his dick falling from her lips, her eyes wide in shock. Rick grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up his body into his lap. He crushed his mouth to hers in a punishing and passionate kiss. When he finally pulled away he placed his forehead against hers, eyes squeezed shut. "I don't…I don't want to finish that way baby. I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you Michonne. Please."

He pulled back to look at her, one thumb cresting over her cheek, the other running along her bottom lip as he waited for her response. Her eyes were closed as if she was having an internal battle with herself. Slowly she began nodding her head. "Yes," she said softly at first before she opened her eyes and stared right into Rick's cerulean ones. "Take me to bed Rick," she urged resolutely. "I need you inside me too."

Rick smiled, his heart slowing down from the frantic pounding it was doing before Michonne granted his wish one again. He kissed her deeply as he stood up and carried her to his bed bridal style. Laying her down, he crawled in the bed settling between her legs. They held each others gaze as he pushed inside her wet heat causing them both to groan at the sensation of be coming one. He stayed still letting his body calm down and adjust to the tightness surrounding him before pulling out and slowly sinking back in.

"Oh Rick, you feel so good honey," Michonne breathed running her hands down the wide expanse of his back as he leaned over her on his forearms, dropping kisses on her lips and neck. She moved her hips in tandem with his, meeting his thrust with her own. Every few strokes he would rotate his hips, hitting another delicious spot in her body. Rick kept her on the edge, bringing her to the peak before slowing down or stopping all together, taking one her breast in his mouth and laving a stiff nipple with his coarse tongue.

Moving off his forearms, he grabbed both of her hands , threading their fingers together as his body pressed hers into the mattress. Every part of their bodies were connected, from lips to pelvis as they moved together slowly in the timeless dance.

"Look at me baby," he murmured quietly causing her to open her eyes and meet his. He started stroking in and out of her faster and with more power. He knew she was close as her vaginal walls had begun to flutter and tighten around him while her breathing became shallow. He wanted her to look at him as they reached their peak together. For her to know that tonight was different. That this was different. That he wasn't fucking her tonight. Rick was making love to Michonne in his home, in his bed.

"Fuck Rick! I'm coming!" she shrieked, drenching his cock in her essence as he exploded in her at the same time.

"Michonne, Michonne, Michonne," he chanted as his dick continued to pulse inside her until he finished expelling his release deep in her womb. She lifted her head to capture his lips in a deep kiss. They didn't have to say anything as the kiss said it all. He slow pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, holding her close against his body. Both of them were sweaty but neither of them cared.

"Thank you for my flowers Rick, " she muttered as she fell asleep in his arms.

"Anythang for you baby," he replied kissing the top of her head. "Michonne?" he called out quietly a few minutes later to be answered with her light snore. Tears formed in his eyes and his throat clogged up as he clutched her even closer, rubbing down her arms and back. He knew she wouldn't hear him but he said the words anyway. "Michonne Anthony, I love you."

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"Yeah Jordan, I'll look the list over and give it back to you. If you want to I'll just drop the list off to the stationary store...No it's not a problem, I mean 'Chonne is my best friend after all and you're crazy busy at the hospital…I know it will be easier once you get a new doctor to join the staff…of course I didn't mind her stayin' over last night. It was crazy busy and this is better than her driving an hour tired in the middle of the night…Yea I know you've seen the results of that coming in the ER...Okay, have a great day. I'm sure she'll be excited to see you after 2 days away…Bye man," Daryl hung up his phone with a sigh.

He glanced over the email that contained the names of over 400 people that Jordan had invited to Michonne's surprise birthday party. Jordan had asked Daryl to narrow the list down to about 200 since he knew her better than anyone. He should have asked Daryl to cut it down to 50 because that was the amount of people Michonne realistically wanted at her party if she had to have one. She hated being the center of attention so the party obviously wasn't for her. Truly the party was for the Abrams and Anthonys to expand their names off the backs of their children, mostly Michonne who was one of the hottest chefs out. Daryl began going through the list, circling the lucky people who were chosen to attend what would be one of the most talked about parties in Atlanta. As he reached the G's he saw the name Rick Grimes causing him to pause.

Michonne had not spent the night at his house and it didn't take an ER surgeon to know where she was. She was with Rick once again making it twice in one day. Daryl would have made some serious money if he'd put any down betting that she would end up over her former real estate agents condo that night. As much as she was fighting it, he could tell that Michonne was falling in love with Rick too, if she wasn't already.

Rick, on the other hand, had been head over heels for her from the jump. Daryl had noticed how his eyes followed his bestie around at every showing. How he licked his lips as he watched her hips sway when she was walking in front of him. And that was before they had slept together! Rick had become more brazen in his admiration for the stunning chef after that. Rick and Michonne agreeing to just be client/agent and work on being friends was such a joke Daryl had nearly spit out his drink when Michonne told him. He saw how Rick's attitude changed after their first romp and Jordan would attended a showing. How he would roll his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose at everything the man said. Daryl almost went asked the man if he'd ever heard of discretion when he saw how Rick's jaw clinched and he balled his hands into fist when Jordan had mentioned making a baby with Michonne in front of the fireplace at one condo. He'd managed to catch Rick's eye and the agent had calmed down.

Daryl remembered the first time he knew Rick was in love with Michonne. She'd summoned them all out for a night of drinks and fun. Rouge was closed for renovations and she wanted to have a low key night out as she announced her choice of downtown living arrangements. Daryl, Sasha, Rick, his best friend Andrea and her boyfriend Phillip had joined her at a local bar offering dancing, pool, golden tee and Michonne's favorite, darts. Later Daryl had found out that Rick had initially had a date but once Jordan had to cancel due to work he'd told his date that the plans had fell through.

That night he observed as Rick and Michonne's interactions as he coached her through golden tee and she him through darts. They had their own inside jokes, sometimes communicating without words. But the most telling was when Rick had walked over to the music machine and selected songs. He refused to tell anyone what they were, staring that they would know them when they played. The first was easy. "Friends in Low Places" by Garth Brooks that they all sang and clapped to as they drank their beers. Rick's second selection didn't immediately follow his first and Daryl would have forgotten completely about it until Rick had walked up to Michonne who was at the bar ordering drinks as it started to play.

You will be mine, even if your somebody elses

Girl not for long, girl not for long,

Cause I'm your type,

If you've got the wrong impression,

Girl not for long, girl not for long.

Daryl read Rick's lips as the words "I chose this song for us," left his mouth as he pulled Michonne out on the floor. He watched his best friend's face change as she listened to the song, eyes hooded in lust as they swayed to the music. It was Rick stating his intentions to her. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that much. Luckily it seemed that Daryl was the only one who seemed to notice that the pair of "friends" we becoming much more than that.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow

Maybe at the club, maybe at the bar

I wanna show you off like a trophy car

Cause anything is better than nothing at all.

It wasn't a surprise to him when that night Rick volunteered to drive Michonne home. Nor was it surprise when Jordan called Daryl's house later the next morning asking to speak to his wife. Luckily she'd just walked in the door with a huge smile on her face.

It was hard not to root for Rick though especially when he was going up against a titan like Jordan Abrams. Jordan came from a family that had produced generation after generation of highly successful doctors. He strongly resembled Jesse Williams from Grey's Anatomy, a fact that Daryl had heard since the doctor and his best friend had started dating. Strangely enough the only person he'd never heard it from was Michonne but he knew his friend valued substance, soul and heart over the physical and superficial things. And that is where Rick had the edge. He was a down to earth, small town guy, who she could simply talk to for hours. He loved being outside, not a spa. At NFL games, he hated sitting in the suites prefering to sit in the regulat seats. Also,, Rick was constantly telling Michonne how he loved her dark chocolate skin and her obsidian eyes instead of shaming her the way not only Jordan's but her own family did.

Rick was David in the match against Jordan/Goliath for Michonne. He loved her for who and what she was which was all that Daryl had ever wanted for Michonne. Daryl knew that her greatest desire was to be accepted for the person that she was. Rick did that whole heartedly.

Daryl realized that what he decided to do with that guest list would shift the tide in either man's favor. With that thought in his head and heart, he circled the name Rick Grimes, inviting him to Michonne's birthday party.

Song: Not For Long by B.o B featuring Trey Songz