#teamrick

When Rick clambered down the stairs, Nayna couldn’t help but burst into laughter. So many months of seeing him with that bushy beard. So many years had passed since he’d been that smooth-faced, earnest country sheriff. Seeing him with that same smoothness and those hard lines made her heart flutter, the same way it did when she first grasped his hand and Glenn introduced him as “Dumbass.”

He broke into a grin when he saw her with her fingers over her mouth. “That bad, huh?”

She shook her head. “Not even a little.”

He rubbed his chin. “It feels weird.”

She leaned against the back of the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. “You look just like that day in Atlanta.”

He came to stand before her, next to the column. He crossed his arms over his own chest and gave her an amused once over. “So do you.”

She laughed and waved him off. “A few more grays, at least. Couple lines.”

“Don’t we all?” Rick asked with a smile.  

Her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and stroke his face. She wanted to run her fingertips along his jaw, tease him about missing a spot. Instead, she grasped the edge of the couch, hiding her hands beneath her thighs.

Rick’s eyes searched her face. “Do you remember that day?”

Her heart began to hammer and she swallowed the lump in her throat, though when she spoke her voice was raspy. “Of course I do. Let’s see, I almost short you. Andrea almost shot you. And Merle almost shot you.”

He snorted. “Only one of those was an accident, right?”

She made a face and shrugged. “The world may never know.”

He shook his head. “We were so stupid.”

She nodded, watching as he fiddled with the bright, white shirt. She resisted the urge or smooth her fingers over his chest, feeling for chest hair or muscle. Though, they’d been on the road and lost weight, Rick still kept a semi-muscular build. At least, that’s what the tight t-shirt stretching across his biceps told her.

His head snapped up with such certainty, causing her to reel backwards. But, as always, his steady hands were there to catch her. Only this time he didn’t let go. She licked her lips at the contact of his rough calloused hands on her bare, freckled shoulders.

“We’re not dumb anymore,” he said with venom in his voice.

She tilted her head back, surprised by the hardness in his eyes. She was used to the haunted, hallow look, the same look of despair they all wore. But this coldness, this faraway stare? It reminded her of Tomas, and she shivered.

“You’re right, we’re not,” she said firmly. “We are not dumb, and nothing like that will ever happen to us again. Nothing like the Governor. Nothing like Terminus. I swear it, Rick.”

“Oh, I know. I’ll make sure of it.”

She frowned. “I don’t understand.”

Rick glanced over his shoulder at the open screen door and then back down into her face. The mix of fear and arousal had Nayna reeling with confusion. Why couldn’t he kiss her? Or why wouldn’t he back up. Why did he have her cornered?

The desperation was clearly scrawled across his tired, yet intense face. She’d never seen him this bad before. Sure, she’d seen him a little crazy, at the height of pissed off and even broken and weary. But even at his lowest low, she’d never quite seen him with such urgent need.

“These people are weak, Nayna,” he said, bending down to whisper. He recoiled when he saw the reproach in her face. “They’re living on borrowed time. All of them. We need it more than they do.”

She shook her head and placed a hand on his chest, forcing him away. “These are good people. We can’t just take over.”

“Yes,” he hissed, stepping even closer than before, grabbing the edge of the couch on either side of her. When he spoke, his breath tickled her cheek. “Don’t you see? I’m doing this for…the group…for Carl…for Judith…for you.”

Her eyes shot to his and she tried to read the heavy, hard gaze in them. For her? He had distinguished her from the group. Why?

“For me?”

She saw the twitch of his brows, raising in surprise. It wasn’t the question he’d been expecting.

He was so close, close enough for her to brush her mouth to his if she dared stand on tip-toe. And God did she want to.

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and traced its curve all the way down to her jaw and then to her chin, which he angled upwards so his gaze pierced her own. “For us.”

“I don’t understand…”

That frightening look disappeared from his face, replaced by something much more primal. “I want to have a life with Carl. With Judith. With you.”

Before she could protest or even speak, Rick’s lips swept over hers. At first he moved softly, slowly as if he were afraid that he would scare her off. When she didn’t run, his kiss deepened and became a heady, intoxicated affair; one that lifted her onto her tiptoes and caught her in her own wave of passion, crashing against his, like two currents fighting for control.

His other hand crept around to the small of her back and he drew her in closer, smashing her flush against him. Her toes curled in her boots just as his tongue curled into her mouth. She met his tongue ferociously devouring him. Their lips would be swollen in the morning, but they couldn’t have cared any less.

He buried his hands in her hair, keeping her trapped against the couch with his hips. His stiffening cock pressed into her lower belly, sending liquid ropes of aching need racing through her body, from her whirling head to her tingling toes.

“Bed,” he growled, pulling away just enough to talk.

“Yours or mine?”

He put his hands on her hips and shoved her towards the stairs. “Ours.”

Her giggles echoed down the hallway as they staggered up the stairs and stumbled towards the bedroom, neither able to keep their lips or hands to themselves.

They collapsed onto the bed, an entanglement of frenzied limbs. She snagged his shirt and tore it over his head, growling at the sight of his bare chest before running her nails down it.

She’d been holding back her ache for so long, that now, she couldn’t hold back.

He propped himself up on his elbows, and smiled. “Slow.”

“Can’t,” she said in a whisper. She lifted her hips, grinding her body into his. He let out a short groan before bending forward to nip at her lips.

“Slow,” he repeated.

She sighed and flopped back on the bed, though she kept her fingers curled in his hair. He slid down the length of her torso, stopping at the hem of her shirt. He exposed her belly and began kissing his way upwards, making her wriggle and laugh under his ticklish lips.

Stopping at her navel, he tilted his head to the side. “There are so many things I don’t know about you.”

With a breathless bout of laughter, she pushed herself up to look at him, cocking her own head to the side. “Hmm?”

When he looked at her like that, with a mix of love and lust, her heart skipped a beat. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, watching and waiting.

“For instance,” he said, kissing her just under her navel. “I didn’t think you were the kind of girl to have more than your ears pierced.”

It was so ridiculous and yet, it was so Rick. All she could do was smile down at him as she ran her fingers through his hair. “My nose is pierced too.”

He squinted up as if he were seeing her for the first time. “Really?”

She self-consciously touched it. “Yeah, I just wear the clear thing because that’s all I had when I left home.”

He snatched her hand away from her nose and pressed his mouth to her fingertips. God, she loved every gesture from this man.

She grinned slyly. “The world ended before I got a chance, but…I always wanted to pierce my nipples.”

He raised his brows and then in one fluid motion, he lifted her shirt to her neck and pawed at the back of her bra, grunting as he released the clasp.

“What’re you doing? I thought you wanted to go slow?” she said with a pretend pout, but made no move to stop Rick from shoving her bra above her breasts. She was so turned on that she arched her back, just a little, pushing them out, silently signaling for him to touch them.

He drank his fill of them before leaning down to lick them in earnest. Little high pitched squeaks erupted from her mouth as he cupped them both, popping her nipples out, the better to suckle them. Panting, she twisted the sheets in her hands, turning her head from side to side, as if she were trying to escape the pleasure, while in reality she was trying to keep from touching herself and ruining the moment.

His warm, wet tongue lapped at one nipple and then the other as he moved back and forth. Whichever nipple wasn’t in his mouth was being rolled between his thumb and forefinger.

She moaned each time his tongue stroked across the very tip, and before she knew it, his tongue moved so fast her breath was coming out in racy spurts.

And as soon as it had started, it was over. She shivered as her red, wet nipples hardened in the cool, exposed air.

She felt a tugging on her boots, and she allowed him to slip them off her feet, keeping her eyes firmly shut, wanting to stay in this moment forever. He ran his fingers the length of her legs and then peeled her leggings off, along with her panties.

When she opened her eyes, she found him kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. Their gazes crossed for a brief moment and he smiled at her, rubbing his thumb over her knee. She opened her legs and allowed Rick access to the swollen heat between her thighs.

True to his word, he started slow, wedging his tongue between her lips and sliding it shallowly up and down, sideways. When he passed over her clit, her legs jumped and danced, so he grasped her hips and shifted her to the very edge of the bed, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Normally, she would have protested, for fear of falling, but she trusted Rick even more than she’d ever trusted William.

He edged his way deeper, still moving up and down, until finally he hit her center. Instead of stopping, he dragged both his tongue, and then his lower lip up her slippery slit. He moved up one side and then down the other, glancing up at her on occasion, though she often missed his gaze as her own eyes were torn between staying shut and looking down at him.

What a sight to see, Rick Grimes with his face buried between her legs, her wetness dribbling down his chin. Nayna threw her head back and laughed, which only made him curl his arms around her thighs even more.  

His tongue danced and flicked over her clit and she rose to meet his mouth. He chuckled, sending vibrations into her core, bumping her closer and closer to the peak.

“Please,” she said. “Just…suck…”

“Mmm,” he agreed.

She shuddered. “Please, Rick.”

He wrapped his lips around her clit and used his tongue to massage the hood away.

“Yes!” she cried, raising up on her elbows. “Like that…touch my…rub my nipples. Please.”

He obliged, tugging at her nipples in rhythm to his tongue. Her back arched, pressing her tits harder into his hands and she wrapped her thighs more securely around his head.

She let herself go completely, losing herself to the swirling of his tongue. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast and she thrashed against his face, crying out, not giving a fuck if they heard her on the street. Fuck it, it was her first orgasm in almost three fucking years. She fucking deserved it. And it was with Rick, so double fuck it.

She was like jelly in his arms, and if he hadn’t been holding her so tight, she would have fluttered to the floor like a piece of paper. He helped her back onto the bed and lay on his side, stroking her skin, rubbing her down like a skittish filly.

When she finally came to, she opened her eyes and giggled at Rick smiling down at her.

She nodded down to his pants. “Why are you dressed while I’m naked?”

“I’ll fix that,” Rick said. He grinned and reached for his belt, but Nayna swatted his hands away.

She worked his belt off. “I’ll fix it.”

He lifted his hips, allowing her to take his pants and shorts off. She bit her lip as he sprang out at her and tentatively she wrapped her fingers around him and pumped her hand up and down. His thigh muscle tensed up underneath her other hand as he let out a long breath and closed his eyes. She grinned to herself and bent down to take him in her mouth.

He groaned and splayed his hand on the side of her face, allowing her to map the length of his dick with her lips a few times, before pushing her off and rolling her backwards, looming in above.

“Why?”

He kissed her neck, running his tongue along her throat. “I want to be inside of you.”

She felt a giddy sense of excitement as he climbed on top of her, knocking her knees open with his legs. It was finally going to happen. She wasn’t dreaming, she wasn’t lost in her own fantasy.

The feel of his skin against hers nearly made her melt. He was fulfilling a craving she didn’t even know she had. She skimmed her fingers up and down the broadness of his back, coming up to grasp his shoulders and then back down over his arms. She allowed herself to tug on his chest hair and was rewarded with a soft moan that touched a place in her heart she thought she buried long ago.

His lips captured hers and as he lowered himself, she felt him pressing against the soft fluff of her pubic hair. Readjusting, she lifted her hips, rubbing herself on him, making him groan against her mouth. As she rose again, the soft hairs on his chest rubbed her sensitive nipples, sending more tingles throughout her body.

“Rick,” she whispered. “I want you, Rick fucking Grimes.”

He laughed. “I want you.”

She nodded her assent and he positioned himself at her entrance. Her already pounding heart beat faster, threatening to slam right out of her chest. Nayna found herself running her fingers along his shoulders and biceps in nervous anticipation. She opened herself up further and waited, biting on her lip.

He nudged his way inside of her, just the very tip, making her writhe and squirm as he slanted away. When he came forward again, he pushed himself just a little deeper, and then withdrew at the same gruelingly slow pace. He teased her this way for several more strokes, until she had fully enveloped him and his pelvic bone lay against hers. While it was a snug fit, and Rick had to work his way inside of her, nothing had ever felt more right.

As if he read her thoughts, he stopped and bent down to kiss her. He stroked the hair from her face and traced his fingertips over her jaw, down her neck and along her collarbones. Those little touches almost brought her as much pleasure as he did inside of her. There was more than longing behind each kiss. It was as if Rick was trying to say all the things he’d never said to her in those kisses.

Briefly, she remembered an article saying that when a man loved a woman, there was no greater gift he could give her than himself. It made her smile before she parted her lips to allow Rick’s tongue inside. Together like this, she felt whole and safe. And playful, something she hadn’t felt in a long while.

Every so often she would adjust her hips and he would groan into her mouth. Soon it became a game between the two of them. Him holding back and her trying to get him to moan louder. Eventually, pleasure won out and Rick drew his cock in and out of her, kissing her exposed throat when she threw her head back.

His thrusts came at a faster pace with him unable to hold back any longer. Not that she minded. The harder he slammed into her, the more pleasure jolted through her body, bringing her closer to a second orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his hips, dragging him in closer, though he would never be close enough for her.

“Nayna,” he whispered. “Nayna!”

His hips slapped into her and with one particularly forceful buck, he sent her over the edge, making her clench around his cock. As she convulsed around him, he came too; and in the midst of his spasms, with his warmth coursing into her, he grunted. “I…love…you.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she took in his red face. She smiled and rubbed her knuckles along his freshly shaven jaw, sighing as he turned to kiss them, though his eyes never left hers. She knew exactly what he wanted her to say aloud.

“I know you do,” she said, pulling him down for another toe-curling, orgasm inducing kiss. “And I love you…Dumbass.”