Mistletoe, Yeah I've Got Mistletoe

"Well I sure wasn't expectin' this," Rick whispered into her ear. He thought he had found a sweet spot right at the pulse point just below her left ear. He circled his tongue there again just to make sure and had quick moment of satisfaction when he felt her shiver in his arms. He let his right hand slide slowly of its own volition down the side of her waist, enjoying the soft feel of the cream angora sweater dress she had on. It was almost like he couldn't control his wandering hand as it found its way to the swell of her beautiful behind; he was pretty sure his brain didn't tell his hand to palm that gorgeous bit of flesh, yet there it was.

From the moan she issued when he squeezed her bottom cheek, she didn't seem to mind the impropriety of his wayward hand. The sound alone in his ear gave his hand all the permission he needed. It took its cue and trekked down the path it seemed destined to make, following that delicious curvature for another squeeze. The tips of his fingers traced their way down the wool covered gluteal cleft, eager to feel what was on the other side of the soft fuzzy covering.

His left hand seemed to have a better grip on the situation, holding onto the shelf above her head. His nails dug into the wood of the shelf in response to the hiss she ushered forth when his misbehaving right hand finally gave up the fight. Clutching the material upwards, he was met with the prize of moist heat coming from that sweet heaven he had imagined time and again before this serendipitous moment.

"Oh my god. Wasn't expectin' you to be so wet either," he murmured. His naughty right hand had moved the silk of her panties aside to get to the treasure of her ever moistening folds. She lifted her leg up to his waist so he could better access without any further impediment. He quickly found the swollen nub and used his trusty trigger finger to make small slow circles to goad the little pearl from its hood. He swallowed the short gasp that came from her luscious lips as her back hit the wooden shelves holding her up. She began to move her hips counter to his fingers circular motion to get the friction she desperately needed.

A nip to Rick's bottom lip spurred the awakening of the beast that was his erection. No, wasn't expecting you to be a biter either, Rick thought as he pressed his intentions into her front and continued to rub her from the back. They both began to grind into each other. He bent at the knees to angle himself more into her and used his left leg to nudge her legs to open just a little bit further. He heard a brief whimper during the seconds he took to replace his index finger with his thumb, but he made up for it by immediately sliding his middle finger into her canal.

"Rrrrrriiiickk, mmmm… ."

"Shhhhhh," he hissed in her ear and gave her gentle bite of his own on that same sweet spot, "You're gonna get us caught. How would that look hmmm?" He began to pump his fingers slowly into her, relishing in the defiant glint in her eyes. Her pillow of a bottom lip jutted out and he just had to pull it into his mouth for a taste before he said, "The head librarian? Caught in the book stacks…" another thrust further into her, "With an honorable sheriff deputy of King County… damn you're getting so much wetter…" deeper still his fingers went, "Now how would that look … hmm? You gonna tell me … Michonne?" He knew he had found his target when he made a slight come hither motion with his two deadly weapons and she grasped his shoulder at the raspy sound of her name coming from his lips.

Michonne bucked backward into the shelves shaking the numerous tomes that were held there. She bit into his shoulder as she felt the shudder of her impending release grow from her center. His fingers made an obscenely wet sucking noise while he continued his pleasurable assault on her inner sanctum.

"Rick… I… oh my… I'm…I'm mmmmmm." He felt her start to pulsate around his fingers and ground even harder into her covered mound as the leg she had wrapped around him tightened around his waist.

"Oh, I know. I can feel you," Rick growled into her ear, "Can you feel me? My god woman, you're gonna… have me…" he felt pressure of his own coming from the base of his rock hard member. He couldn't believe this beautiful, sexy and … dammmmn she is so hot right now, was about to make him release himself in his jeans like some prepubescent boy just from the sounds she was making in his ear. She grabbed him by the nape of his neck and clutched the brown curls that lay there as she pulled him into a deep kiss. His tongue found its way into her delicious mouth once again and tangled with a lingering peppermint chocolate taste from the hot cocoa she had been drinking when he had first arrived at the library.

He applied more pressure on his thrusts both in her and into her and could feel them both speeding up their rhythm to get to the promised land.

"Yessssss… Right there Rick," she gasped, her breath ragged from the oxygen he had been taking from her, "Please don't stop… Please."

As if he could.

Rick had decided if he could always be witness to that look of fire that came from those dark chocolate pair of eyes that stared back at him, then this was where he wanted to stay for the rest of his life. He never would have thought this was how his day was going to end up when he took a chance to make a surprise visit to the library. He had just wanted to drop off a small Christmas present to the woman he had been admiring from afar for as long as he could remember. He wasn't the overly romantic type. Especially after his debacle of a marriage ending in a messy divorce. But after 40 plus years of being the quiet and steady man, he was so glad that he had decided to take a chance and finally walk into the library that fateful day a few months ago.

In thanks for her penchant for her favorite "Reading Princess Queen Lady" who held story time at the library his little girl, Judith, was getting an extra special Christmas in the form of a grand custom-made doll house, which he had wrapped earlier that day. He didn't want to even think of the possible missed opportunity that would have happened if he had just let his son Carl take his sister to the library that day, like usual. Carl also had a special present of brand new baseball gear to thank him for having a practice that serendipitous Saturday afternoon when he walked in the library with his daughter dragging him to get a "good seat" for a reading of "The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe".

As far as he was concerned, when he saw her turn around to greet his daughter warmly, he got the best seat in the house. He'd never forget the moment she looked up from the warm hug his little girl had given her and their eyes met. The recognition instantaneous, shocking them both with its intensity.. "Wow. Hello Rick! Long time no see," she had said. Her long beautifully locked hair pulled into a side French braid that fell onto her shoulder. He couldn't believe his luck that she had actually remembered him.

"Wow yourself, Michonne," he remembered stuttering in response. All the years seemed only to make her more gorgeous and him just more… old. He had felt the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled at her. He thought he had felt every gray hair that was growing in his short beard and at the edge of his temples. The smile she laid on him though made him forget that he was pushing the other side of 40 and he knew at that moment that another set of twenty years would not pass before he saw her again. Thus began his regular trips to the library.

At first, he had only made sure that his Saturdays were free to accompany Judith for the weekly reading time, but after a few weeks, that just didn't seem enough. Picking up a chai soy latte and a peanut butter chocolate muffin every other morning on his way to the station seemed like the right thing to do. Especially when he got the immense pleasure of watching her take that first sip and savor the warmth with her eyes closed. His days would pass immeasurably faster thinking of her sweet little moan of pleasure at the first bite of the sticky sweet muffin. Soon enough, their morning meetings became, 'what time do you take lunch', and they had both steadily rebuilt the lost connection they had had from so long ago.

However, when he woke this particular morning, he was determined to finally ask her out on a proper date, hoping he had been reading all the signs right. After all, it was that most wonderful time of the year when miracles and magic seemed to weave their ways into the cinnamon and pine-scented air. He had never imagined when he placed the small box wrapped in the festive red of the season and an overly big green bow with a card addressed to one Michonne Devereaux that he would be in the most darkened corner of the library, trying to stay as quiet as his desire would let him. Trying to fight off the growing weight of his hardness while he was essentially knuckles deep in the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He didn't know when she gave him that heart-stopping smile when she saw the gift, that not less than fifteen minutes later, he would feel her coming undone in his hand. Color him surprised when he felt himself make a final groan and knew that he was going to have to hold his jacket in front of him when they finally did exit their little secluded corner.

"That… was… one helluva thank you," he finally breathed out as he slipped his now soaked hand from underneath her.

"Mmmm… and to think," she giggled as she tried to catch her breath, "I just wanted to show you this." She pointed upwards and they both smiled as they saw the green evergreen plant with little white berries hung with red ribbon above them.

"Weellll, it is tradition after all," Rick said as he leaned in for another taste of 'tradition', "I'm hoping we can continue this bit of tradition later."

She returned his sweet kiss with one of her own. "Well, depends," she said with a small smile, "Do you even have any mistletoe?"

"Tons," Rick replied instantly making a note to stop by every florist shop on his way home.

"Thank you for my present Rick."

"Merry Christmas Michonne."

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A/N You guys may remember this from the special Christmas present for one of my favorite people isisnicole and I always said it felt unfinished. I don't know how often I'll update it as you'll see from the next chapter that I was supposed to do it with a holiday theme kind of schedule but I keep coming to it when I need to unblock for Retribution so I hope you enjoy this fun little romp that I'll add to when I can.

PS if you wanna know what R.I.F. stands for ... ask richonne4life who I've posted this story for way ahead of the late schedule and because the title was a big debate that I still don't know who won. (3/1.5 btw R4Life)

PPS. to my samesies nwfanmega here's to BEING BEST for the 2k19

Winter S out!