Helping Hands
Pairing: Rick/Michonne
Warnings: adult thangs. Mature audience only.
In which Rick offers a helping hand and thigh. And mouth.
Michonne’s robe and Rick’s jeans inspired this.
Their favorite place was the couch, where their coupling began just weeks ago.
Rick knew Michonne liked the edging and the thrill of being caught. She must have been an exhibitionist before the world turned.
She moaned into his mouth, full lips pressed against his, teeth tugged at his bottom lip and his jeans felt tighter. He should take her upstairs, rock her, roll her into oblivion. That could help her sleep. But then he’ll be too tired to go on the run and it would tempt him to spend the morning with Michonne.
It was about her, getting her over the edge. To learn about her each time they were together in whatever time they had.
It started with Rick dressed, with a cup of coffee as he waited for Daryl so they could get going on a run. He heard the shower run and just short of ten minutes later; Michonne came downstairs in her gray robe, hair wrapped in a towel and murmuring that she couldn't sleep as she made tea that had since cooled on the table.
He promised he could get her asleep in no time.
But he was unsuccessful as dawn peaked in the sky. But he’d accept this failure as he kissed her cheek, trailed to her jaw, and she turned for him, guiding him to what she liked in a quiet way.
His own teeth came into play when he tugged on her earlobe and she arched into his chest, a hum at the tip of her tongue. And all he could do was respond with a kiss on her neck. She smelled sweet and fresh, teased his nose when he kissed her along her jawline and sucked her skin, mouth warm against her body, and he could smile when he felt her tremble. Another sweet spot he found was right where her neck met her shoulder.
Rick kissed that thick scar by her collarbone, one he wandered about but never asked.
Her body trembled and squirmed against him. Her fingers pressed to his sides, and his own fingertips danced along her arm and raised it above her head. Rough hands moved into that thin gray robe and left her breast open against cold air. His thumb trailed the underside of her chest.
Parts of her skin were still wet and warm from her shower. He bent and kissed the top of Michonne's breast, and with ease pushed her robe open fully at the top and to the side as he aimed for his destination.
Head bowed, he wrapped his mouth around her nipple. She answered with a cute hiss and hands at the nape of his neck, giving him his own shiver.
His mouth sucked, tongue teased her breast and she moaned out and his shush reached her ears, muffled against her nipple. Rick was helping her after all, giving her a gentle reminder they were out in the open. The grayish blue light outside was accompanying their presence. The house was quiet, and any noise can break such silence.
But he was just at fault when he teased her. His tongue rolled and teeth gently grazed against her breast.
"Please," Michonne whispered, and he felt her shift and warm hand moving under his t-shirt, fingertips at his belt, an idea of her own.
But no. It was about her and how much he could make that fire get hotter and hotter between her thighs and spend her energy.
With a swift response, his hand grabbed her hand, the one ready to unbutton and touch, and moved it to his shoulder.
Before she could protest, the hand that grabbed hers went inside her half open robe and pressed her against her other nipple and flicked.
Rick's mouth never let up until he had her at a peak, hardened by his tongue. His head raised, he let the cold hair take care of her nipple and focused on her other breast. Giving it a kiss and hot attention.
He was throbbing, imagining how snug she would feel, how easy it would be to just unzip and untie the rest of her robe and thrust.
He wondered if she would come just from teasing.
Michonne pressed into him as much as her body could when he trapped her between himself and the couch.
The poor girl could only whimper from his mouth and hands.
His mouth sucked against her, and she answered with a tightened fist against his shirt, wiggling beneath him.
Rick only answered her with his body, his clad Jean thigh as he rose just slightly. Parted from her breast and he gave a gentle signal to Michonne to part her knees with his thigh. Michonne’s robe revealed more of her body. Her assuming hands reached for his belt, but he held those small strong hands between his and instead his thigh pressed against her, inviting her to rock her hips against his heavy thigh.
Michonne head tilted back as she moved her clit against his offering. He licked his lips, eyes fixed on her as she arched her back. He felt her fingers stretch his shirt as she pulled and rolled as her body chased its release. His hand reached and loosened the tie that did a poor job of covering her, the rest of her body at his mercy. His hands probed. He bent and kissed her again, never letting up on the pressure his thigh brought against her folds.
Rick sat up again, watched as Michonne’s breaths got louder and he stayed perfectly still for a moment as he worked her into a frenzy. She could forget where they were. He asked for it. But he'd be the reminder, with a hand pressed against her mouth and thigh creating even more of a weight against her, tilting and letting her ride him. Her lips, wet against his palm and throat, strained. Her eyes widened as he shushed her gently.
She seemed to get even hotter from his gentle command and pressure on her mouth. He could see it in her eyes.
Rick could use every part of his body to please Michonne.
That revelation made him harder.
She motivated him to send her to the edge. His other hand returned to her breast and pressed his thumb against her nipple. His finger pulled and rolled as he felt her hips and thighs trapping his own.
He let go of her mouth, thumb between her lips, and she answered with the tip of her tongue. She quieted down, all but her body as her eyes fixated on him, and her body continued to jerk against his.
Rick removed his thumb from her mouth, and let the wetness trail against her body, in-between her chest, her navel, and her pelvis. Her hips danced, creating a rhythm of pressing against the couch, then up towards his thigh. He only stared and answered by moving his thigh back and forth, enjoying the show.
Rick grasped her thigh gently and opened her wider. He looked up before his fingers committed to the act. He wanted to see her face as his fingers thrust inside of her. His thumb swiped against her clit and his two fingers pressed against her opening, replacing his thigh, going all the way in. She let out a breath, eyes squeezed shut, her belly trembled, and she covered her own mouth to release a long cry. Her muscles shuddered against his fingers and he answered with another thrust and moved his fingers up and deeper into her. Michonne held a breath, stiffened, and collapsed against the couch.
"Wait- wait-wait," Michonne whispered when his fingers continued to move against her and he let out a light laugh, listening to her catch her breath.
She still throbbed, and he pressed his hand against her folds gently, in a soothing fashion.
"Cmere" she demanded after some time. Before he could move, she grabbed his collar and dragged Rick to her lips. It was a loving, gentle kiss.
"Now you…" she murmured, and he could hear the sleep in her voice. Mission accomplished, he thought.
Rick shook his head and sat up, moving to the end of the couch by her feet. He closed her robe. Too tempted to sink inside of her so it was best to sit at the end and watch her.
"Tired?" He asked gently.
Michonne yawned and rebelled with a shake of her head. But her eyes closed.
He smiled and grasped her ankle, put it on his lap, and pressed his thumbs in her foot.
She hummed, her eyes closing and body curling on its side.
"What about you?" Michonne asked after some time.
A long pause, but Rick answered when he stood, bowed down so his arm moved behind her knees and the other against her back. He picked her up before she could protest. He checked his watch as he walked to the stairs. It was just 10 minutes shy of 6 am and Daryl would wake up soon for their run.
He sighed.
"Later," Rick promised. Michonne’s hold tightened around his neck, chin on his shoulder as he walked them up the stairs.
He couldn't wait to get home.
