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Hide and Go Get It
Daryl double-checked his supplies, He was preparing to head out of Alexandria for a few days on a run. They were starting to run low on some first aid supplies, like bandages and dressings, and he’d offered to run to one of the local clinics in the next couple towns over.
He didn’t mind going alone. Sometimes, it was actually preferred. It gave him time to think and decompress, and having only himself to worry about for a bit was a peaceful feeling. He decided to take one of the recently-serviced vehicles, the gray Mercury sedan. It was parked with the others, in a line along the main street.
But as he approached, something seemed a bit off . There were scuff marks on the gravel approaching the car, as if someone had been moving at speed to enter. Daryl slowed his steps, carefully coming up to the driver side.
So far, nothing was amiss. But, was that movement? Wait. That’s…a head? Someone had just peeped from inside.
Going low silhouette, Daryl crept up to the rear driver side window to find a dark head attached to a very familiar figure. Michonne was lying on her back, trying her best not to be seen through the vehicle’s windows. She was hiding?
What the hell? He hadn’t known Michonne to hide from anyone.
Daryl stood, making himself visible to her. Michonne startled for a second before realizing who she was looking at. Her lips briefly lifted into a sheepish smile.
“Michonne?” Daryl was utterly confused. “Why are you hiding in a car?”
She quickly brought a finger to her mouth. “Shh!” Her expression was frantic. “Him out there?”
Michonne sounded oddly country in that second, Daryl noted. Still, he wasn’t sure what was going on. “Who out there?”
He wondered if she’d been drinking or was maybe out of it. But before he could ask her, he heard running steps. Turning, he was just in time to catch Rick as he trotted up, eyes bright with…anticipation?
“Hey, Daryl,” Rick huffed. He looked around as he spoke. “Have you seen Michonne?”
Michonne sunk down more into the seat. “Shit!” she whispered harshly. The man was hot on her trail! She watched the back of Daryl’s head. Please don’t out me!
Not long after she and Rick had gotten together, Michonne had made the startling yet hardly surprising discovery that he was an avid connoisseur of cunnilingus. The man was insatiable.
Morning? Noon? Night? It didn’t matter. He wanted to taste her whether she was just waking up or just coming in from a day’s work. It could be in the shower, or as she was bedding down. She could be sweeping the floor or simply reading a book.
Anything seemed to get him in the mood for “my favorite snack,” as he called it.
It didn’t happen all the time. But, more often than not, it did. Michonne would find herself on her back or sitting on Rick’s face. And he was good. Very good. She came. Every single time. His foreplay skills were unmatched.
She’d have never guessed the demure sheriff’s deputy was such an extraordinaire with his mouth. Sure, the thought had crossed her mind, as she’d grown more acquainted with him and wondered at the size and softness of those pink lips of his. She should have known.
But damn! At this point, Rick knew her lady parts better than she did! Today, she’d been exhausted. And the thought of a soul-taking orgasm at the whim of Rick’s tornado tongue made her feel drained.
It was a mixed feeling. She loved being loved by him. She loved being wanted by him. It was a very sexy feeling. But she had also felt the room spin last time he’d serviced her, about two damned hours ago! She’d come home to eat lunch with Rick, after which he’d boldly stated how he was still hungry.
Michonne had found herself in their bedroom, on her back, naked from the waist down, in seconds. She hadn’t thought she could walk after that. She’d lost her breath when she’d climaxed, her legs made into spaghetti.
So yeah, she was hiding. She knew she’d be getting it anyway, and she didn’t really mind. But for a moment, she just wanted to chill. Despite it all, she felt the anticipation. Making him look for her was kinda fun.
Daryl could see the playful desperation in Michonne’s eyes. Setting his bag down, he turned in a way that would hide whatever, or whoever, was in the back seat.
“Uh, nah,” he told Rick as he finally met his gaze. He took in his appearance as he talked. His blue eyes were a little wild, and he was still breathing hard, despite having not run very far. “I haven’t–wait. Rick? Why are you wearing a bib?!”
Rick glanced down at the fabric hanging from his neck, as if he hadn’t realized it was there. Then, when his eyes returned to Daryl’s, a smirk materialized, giving him a sinister expression Daryl hadn’t even seen back when he’d torn that one piece of shit’s throat out on their way to Terminus.
It was slightly unnerving, even for Daryl. He knew Rick would never intentionally harm Michonne, but whoa. To be the focus of such a desperate hankering…he could understand her need to hide.
“Don’t worry about it,” Rick muttered almost conspiratorially, his voice smooth as silk whispering against warm skin. He then turned and stalked off to continue his search, his movement not unlike a predatory animal. From the looks of it, Michonne was fucking in for it when he caught her.
But Daryl wouldn’t be the reason for that.
Reclaiming his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he gave a slight, sympathetic glance at his friend before he marched off to select a different vehicle. He needed to get out of here. A fucking bib ? he thought. Just how much eating did Rick intend to..? Nevermind.
Whatever kind of kinky shit Rick and Michonne were into, it had nothing to do with him. Daryl had learned a long time ago to mind his own damned business. He caught sight of Rick asking Abraham a question, presumably the same as he’d asked Daryl.
When the burly ginger pointed back in the direction Rick had just come from, Daryl kept his eyes front and his mouth shut when the man made an eager beeline back to the vehicles. The hunter raised his hands, shaking his head on his way to sign out a different set of keys.
He heard Michonne’s surprised yelp then playful laughter followed by the closing of the car door. Daryl kept right on walking without looking back.
"I don’t even want to know.”
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