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Charmed By the Devil: Walking Dead	By : Starliteyes24 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8252 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Charmed By The Devil II: Walking Dead
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The sunrise just over the horizon was beautiful and the air was perfect temperature when they stepped outside. Michonne scanned her surroundings again and realized just how many people actually stayed up this late, still enjoying the remaining hours.
"I'll let you go, but remember what I said," the Governor stated, his lips curved in to a smile staring over at Michonne.
She heard his words and smiled to herself. "Have a goodnight," the man commented just before leaving. Once he was gone and back inside, she stood there feeling a bit confused at what happened, but other than that she was ready for bed. Heading back to her room, she opened the doors and luckily didn't bump in to Merle again like she feared.
She climbed the stairs and met the door of her room, hoping that Andrea was inside. When her fingers touched the knob and twisted, she pushed it open and went inside, seeing the blond hair of her woman friend.
"Finally you're back, where were you?" Andrea asked, sitting up in bed with her long lovely pale legs hanging out of shorts and her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and her back against the head board. Michonne swung her katana up and over her head, placing it underneath the bed on her side. They met eyes and Michonne sighed.
"I was outside," she acknowledged her honestly and Andrea left it alone. Andrea was on the left side and Michonne was on the right. Once Michonne crawled in to bed, after pulling off her boots and pants, she rolled on to one side facing the wall. Andrea stared at her back and decided it would be best to just leave her alone for the night. She turned off the lamp and got comfortable enough to doze off.
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Morning hit pretty heavy. Michonne woke up to blinding sun shine in her eyes, practically blinding her. She moaned and rolled over on to her back, realizing that Andrea was already up and ready for another day. Michonne couldn't get her mind off of him and what he had said to her. That Governor was a strange man but when he told her to think about IT, she couldn't help but listen.
She stirred around a little bit longer, stretching and yawning like it had been the best night sleep she had in years, before getting up to take a shower.
Outside, Philip had Andrea by his side, talking about Woodbury and pretty much everything under the sun. When he asked about Michonne though, that's what surprised Andrea. She didn't worry too much but to hear him talk about her in such a sweet way got her thinking.
"I should warn you though, Michonne isn't as sweet as she seems to be, especially around new people," Andre informed the man beside her with a small smile. The Governor looked down at his hands and smiled back. "The way you said that makes Michonne seem like a child," he remarked, sitting a little closer to her on the bench. Andrea just laughed and looked over at the Governor. "I didn't mean that, but she's just a very cautious woman, if that sounds any better," the blond corrected herself for Michonne's sake and the both of them got up.
The man looked over at Andrea as they began to walk. "There's no reason for her to be that way around here, but I'm not her and I don't know what's going on in her head," the Governor stated, being as sensitive but correct as possible keeping his eyes ahead.
Andrea just nodded her head.
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Michonne slipped on her tank, jumped in to a clean pair of jeans and finally put on her boots, grabbing her katana before leaving the room.
She was hungry and the one thing on her mind at the moment was food. After exiting the building, she unfortunately bumped in to Merle. Can that redneck ever leave her alone? He smiled at her and walked right on by, pulling the door open and he was gone just like that. What the hell just happened? Maybe this place really was as crazy as she thinks. After that incident, Michonne took in a deep breath and headed on up the road, seeing Andrea just up ahead.
Andrea took notice of Michonne and came toward her. They both met and smiled at each other's presence. "You slept in late, were you that tired?" Andrea broke the silence between them and saw her put her hands over her hips. Michonne nodded her head and the two began to walk.
"I think the Governor likes you, Michonne," Andrea got a little close to her, and whispered carefully. Michonne was instantly stunned by her words and furrowed her brows.
She didn't enjoy hearing her say that to her. "He admires you, he told me and that's a good thing, maybe we can stay after all," Andrea continued on with her words but it only made Michonne cringe and curse. She knew that man didn't like her, he was charming her, he wanted her to stay just because she's worth something to them, and she's not looking to be some bodies weapon, not even a lover. She's just looking for a place to call her own and keep herself alive.
"Are you going to say anything?" Andrea crowed after realizing that she was mainly just talking to herself. Michonne could only stare in silence until Andrea stopped them by grabbing her by the arm.
"You need to talk to me, I want us to stay here Michonne it will be great for us, the Governor told us himself that there is nothing to fear," she began, finally grabbing Michonne's attention. "We have everything we need here," her voice was soft and serious. Michonne just gave her a look and pulled her arm away, leaving her in the dust. Watching Michonne leave was painful; she was the only person she could call 'family'.
The air was hot but there was a little breeze creating the perfect coolness to the southern heat. Michonne kept on walking, walking forward without direction anymore. She was beyond hungry but even that didn't matter much.
Up ahead, the woman noticed the Governor and a few other men closing themselves in on the doors to the outside world. It looked like something between only them, so she kept her distance, but it didn't stop her from eaves dropping.
She wasn't close enough to even hear a word they were saying and just pacing back and forth was going to create some attention on her end.
"I will share this with the public, but not just yet," the Governor announced to his men along side him, admiring him like he was god. Michonne watched them all split apart and that was her cue to talk to him. She made up her mind, she was leaving. On her way towards the man, she stopped herself and suddenly her thoughts weren't her own. When she looked at him, her heart skipped a damn beat. What the hell was going on now? She couldn't be having teenage feelings at this point in her life and especially over a man she hardly trusted.
She finally had him alone. He turned around and the two met gazes. He walked up to her with a smile; "Glad to see you up, did you have any breakfast yet?" he made sure to ask with his hands in his pant pockets.
Michonne shook her head not knowing what to say, and he led her to a familiar place. Once they were inside of his apartment, she was taken back by all the mouth watering smells and aromas in the air around her. Damn, this man knew how to treat a lady! Getting the food ready on two plates, the Governor offered her a seat at the table. This had happened once before.
She sat as he pulled her chair out and carefully pushed her back in. He was very careful not to touch her or get too close, just how she liked it. Something about this changed something inside her though and she had no idea what exactly.
"I hope you're hungry," he told her from the kitchen, and walked over to the table with two plates in his hands. Michonne tried her best not to get too involved and it worked. He set her plate down and then his own. She kept her eyes on her plate as he sat down. She noticed his eyes on her though when he sat.
There was quite a lot of food and she definitely was hungry. Three pieces of crispy bacon, two fully cooked sausage links and buttered toast. She ate like a lady but inside she was chowing down like a beast. The Governor sat erect, slowly chewing on a piece of bacon, noticing Michonne's silence. His smile crumbled as he took a drink from his glass of red wine.
"You are quite the woman," the Governor admitted after swallowing down his second bite of bacon, staring across the table at Michonne, who was too busy eating. His voice was soft and honest. She set her fork down, and gave him a strange look.
"What?" Michonne questioned, sitting up straight waiting for him to say something else. Their eyes met in a heavy way that made the air around them hot.
The Governor cracked a sudden smile and downed his glass. "You are different from a lot of women I know, you have a man's point of view, and yet you are very quiet and soft," the man confessed, realizing by the new look on her face, that it hit her in a way he knew she couldn't resist.
He knew how to charm anyone, but he was being completely honest and Michonne should know that. Now as the silence became the enemy, Michonne tried to finish her food without a word.
The man finished the last of his food and he was quite a slow eater. He scooted backward, stood up and grabbed his plate. Michonne had a gut feeling, a feeling that made her queasy as he watched her. She tried to finish and once she had, she downed her wine, and headed for the door.
The man stopped her though. He came close to her, eyes looking in to eyes and smiled a little smile.
"Before you make a decision, I want to show you somethin'," he told her, his southern drawl drowning everything else out. Right now, at this very moment, Michonne was weak. Just like any other woman, she was stuck by this man, and not just any man, he was the Governor, the leader of Woodbury. He had to be quite the knowledgable man to have made this town all on his own, and Michonne knew she wouldn't be able to do so.
She had to say something quick, or he would jus assume she's rather not. "Fine," she stated quite nonchalantly, and that gave him a reason to back up a few inches.
She liked her space, he'll, she loved it. Him being so close like that, he was lucky he didn't get kicked in the balls.
He took her back outside and what had surprised her was the both of them walking up to the doors, and he ordered them be opened. Merle grabbed one and pulled it open, gazing at Michonne in the process. Neither of the Governor's mean dared to ask where he was going; he himself should be the only one to know what his personal plans were, no one else.
Michonne felt that queasy feeling again at the bottom of her stomach, just sitting there like a massive boulder. She was beginning to trust a man she felt distrustful against the moment they met eyes.
She had to leave this place, she had to get Andrea and leave. But something about him, there was something off about him that caused her feelings for him to turn quite strange.
"You will be in charge for a few hours Merle, inform Milton if you will and I will return soon," the Governor explained to Merle, and got a nod of agreement from the redneck, meeting eyes with Michonne yet again. She left his gaze and stood closer to the Governor just to see if she could get a rise of some sort out of that dirty Dixon.
Not much did she notice and soon the Governor was walking her out the door and in to the wild. When she stepped foot in to the green grass, and took in all the scents the woods had to offer, she immediately felt a strange stabbing sensation in both of her sides. Something was off and her instincts were telling her to leave, but her sub conscious was telling her something different.
As the doors closed behind them, and they were alone, the man grabbed her attention with a toss of a rock against a tree.
"These trees have all the protection that they need and that's their bark," the Governor said out in to the open, turned to that one tree. Michonne looked at him funny and stepped up behind him.
"We are just as strong as these beauties, we have our own bark, but that must sound a little strange to you," he finished and turned to look at Michonne to his right.
The woman just crossed her arms and stood in place. "Not really," she admitted as honest as ever, finding his eyes on her. He just chuckled lightly and began their stroll. "So what is it that you wanted me to see, Governor?" Michonne's tone was demanding and very tense but also soft and lightly spoken, listening to the sounds of branches snapping beneath their steps. He talked to her without attempting to turn around.
"It's somethin' my daughter and I put together a while back when Woodbury was new," he told her, voice low and quiet, almost sounding like it hurt him to talk about it. But she admired him a little more after telling her.
Bugs were fierce and so was the heat but the shade given by the trees was nice.
"What's her name," Michonne began, not realizing what she was asking before it was too late, "If you don't mind me asking?" she stared at the ground and suddenly back up at his head, not really waiting for an answer, seeing that she was getting too personal. She didn't notice when the man's steps became slowed until she nearly crashed in to him.
"Are you okay?" the man turned around just in time as her body hit his, and he put his hands on her sides without realizing he did.
Michonne couldn't believe she ran in to him like that. She felt totally lost at this moment. "I'm sorry," the Governor apologized quite sweetly and it made her feel even more pathetic. She should be the one telling him sorry. She was too quiet. Her silence only intensified his secret desire for her and his fingers holding her sides dug deep in to the material of her tank. She recognized the pain in her sides and pushed herself away without saying a word.
The both of them were lost in this moment together. Something happened to Michonne that she never believed would. The man standing tall before her gave her a deep look and Michonne could only stand there and stare. Bugs began to fill the air with their loud cries, and other than that everything was silent.
"I think you are beautiful," he admitted, his tone low and quiet, being careful with his words. Michonne took his words to heart, maybe it was a good thing or maybe it was bad, but when the gap between them continued to get smaller, that's when his lips touched hers. He closed his eyes and let the kiss take him away, loving the way her full lips felt against his, so warm and delicious.
Michonne raised each hand slowly, hoping she had enough will power to break from the kiss, but she couldn't. Her little hands ended up on his shoulders, fingers creating wrinkles in the material.
He wanted to have her, he wanted her under his control, to hold her, touch her and whisper naughty desires in her ear. The thought of it made his stomach jump and his dick stir. Michonne was the one that deepened the kiss, using her hands as weapons across his chest, desperate to free him from his clothes.
The Governor opened his eyes and stared at her closed ones, watching her expressions change one after the other. He was careful not to make his erection too obvious, inching back a step, but he wanted her too bad and so did she. He reached out for her hips and pulled her close to him, pressing their bodies together.
Suddenly, she pulled away, looking in to his eyes as she wiped her wet lips. What the fuck happened?
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