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The Bargaining Chip	By : ihatethesnow Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 3919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A few days later, when the warm sun was shining, Rick and Lori took their brood out for a walk around the property. Rick smiled as he looked around and saw the shelter and security. This could work. This could be long term. Sustainability. They could make a life here. He won't fail his family again.
They looked around at the dozens of Woodbury families who had settled into the outside trailers, and were soon joined by Daryl, baby Maggie, and a very pregnant Beth. Lori held seven month old Maggie Dixon, and although they had their hands full with six children, and she and Rick were both pushing forty, while holding a baby she got the urge to have another baby. With everything that happened with her pregnancy with Judith, she was surprised she was able to get pregnant again. Then, under the circumstances, it was for the best.
Abe and Shannon were feeding the chickens, with the ginger's arm a constant presence around his wife's waist and pregnant belly. They were finally enjoying the peaceful serenity they looked months to find.
Ty was walking around, arm in arm, with Cleo Finch. Their romance was no secret, even going back to the hospital when they defied Dawn and weren't silent during the night.
Nobody saw her on the platform. She saw the two together, and he looked much too happy.
She took aim, but her hands were shaking. She pulled the trigger, and watched as Carol, who smiled as she passed Ty and Cleo, fall to the ground as her head exploded.
The blast echoed throughout the property and reverberated in everybody's eardrums. Rick yelled for Lori and Carl to get the kids and run inside, and Daryl did the same with Beth. Cleo looked at Carol's body and knew there was nothing anybody could do. Her head was blown clean off. Ty took cover and drew his weapon. The residents ran into the trailers, expecting a firefight.
While the shooter's attention was on Ty and she was getting ready to reload, a fellow guard on the platform aimed his own gun and fired. The sniper crumbled and fell to the ground. Ty, Rick, Daryl and four other men ran toward the heap on the soil.
Her hair was growing back, but Ty knew Michonne when he saw her.
She was dead when she hit the ground, but Ty used a hunting knife to make sure she didn't turn.
"Bitch killed Carol." He said, exasperated, as he looked at Rick.
"How the hell did she get here?" Rick asked. "Last time we saw her we left her by the side of the road."
The other residents gathered and the guards on the platform watched carefully as Carol was buried in the already existing Hilltop graveyard. Ty didn't want Michonne buried. She could lie and rot.
The mood that night was somber. Carol was close to everyone. She was with the survivors group for well over a year. Father Gabriel, the priest at the Hilltop, tried to lead the group in prayer, and said token words of comfort; Carol is reunited with Sophia.
The sparse conversation mimicked the atmosphere. Deanna was filled in about Michonne, and Shannon, Rick, Abe and Lori pulled the woman aside for privacy. Shannon and Lori described what they went through. That's how they ended up at Grady, and later at the Hilltop.
"I'm truly sorry. That type of situation makes or breaks a woman. My sympathies. How long has it been since it happened?"
Both women said a year, give or take a few weeks. Lori didn't mention the baby girl, whom she missed every day. Even though she was conceived in hate and terror, she was part her daughter. And Rick would raise the baby girl as his own, just as he's doing with Mika, Luke, Bobby and Alex. Dawn was the last one to be seen with the baby girl, but nobody asked what she did with the body.
"Well, you have good men. You have to get your life back." She rubbed Shannon's prominent belly, and said the best way to get past something that traumatic is to not out your life on hold.
Lori's features softened, and she made brief eye contact with Rick before looking at the floor.
After the children were tucked in, Rick locked up and slipped into bed with Lori, she extended her arms to envelope him in a tight embrace. Rick could smell the wine on her breath, and she explained that she wants to follow the advice Shannon has been giving her all the time, and Deanna gave her after dinner. She needed to take her life back, but just needed the wine to take the edge off.
"We don't have to. Take all the time you need." Rick said, as he pushed her hair away from her forehead.
His voice died in his throat as she grabbed his head with both hands and yanked him towards her, crushing her lips to his. Rick moved his lips to her swan like neck, kissing and tasting a moist path along it as she squirmed beneath his lips and hands. The passion with which she was responding to his touch had been absent from their life for so long that it was bringing him dangerously close to losing all control.
"I don't want to be scared anymore. I don't want to be a victim anymore. I want to be happy. I love you, and our kids. All of them." She said, and Rick's heart swelled when he saw a real smile in her eyes.
Overwhelming raw sexual need was written all over his face. And then before she could offer any response to his question, his lips came crashing down on hers and the rest of the world disappeared. He rolled on top of her, straddling her as he once again brought his mouth to hers, kissing her with overwhelming intensity. She ran her hands along his chest, feeling his curly hair, in her palms as she traced the outlines of muscles with her fingertips.
"Make love to me" She whispered.
Rick smiled and kissed her deeply. Each caress of his hands on her hips send a wave of warm need through the core of her body. Her breath picked up, especially when she felt a hand caress her face gently as Rick leaned in to kiss her. She realized that there was nothing she wanted more in this moment than to feel him inside of her. As their lips brushed against each other, the kisses quickly escalated from gentle to passionate. Time seemed to slow as their tongues danced, as if they each knew exactly what the other was about to do.
She leaned back onto the bed as she felt her hands pinned down softly but forcefully. As he kissed her neck he smelled her soft scent, she could feel his lips brushing against her skin and moving down to her breasts. She arched her back in anticipation as he took her nipple into his mouth and gently flicked his tongue against it, feeling his warm and soft tongue playing with the most sensitive part of her breast. With her eyes closed she couldn't see anything, but she felt his hands firmly wrap around her thighs and slowly pry them apart, the traces of his breath moving further and further down.
He went so slowly. Her nerves were on fire by the time his lips touched her breasts, and her back arched involuntarily when his tongue probed her navel and kissed the hollow of thin skin at the very top of her thigh. Her breath was coming in gasps, breasts and belly heaving. She felt his stubble on her lips, and his tongue was so soft and warm as it darted in and out of her hole, and around her folds. His lips closed over her as his tongue played among the sensitive surfaces inside her, softer here, harder there, teasing, but not quite touching her clit. She could feel his tongue trace the crevasse of her inner leg, teasing her as she became wetter by the second. As her clit felt a warm and wet caress, a shiver of pleasure ran through her body. She raised her hips and grabbed the back of his head, grinding her hips against his mouth and forcing his tongue deep inside of her. She began to moan with anticipation as a wave rushed over her body and her toes clenched.
She raised her head briefly and saw his face with the moon casting a sliver of light into the room, his eyes closed in concentration, and then he opened his own eyes and looked straight into hers. They held each other's gaze, connected now in an intimacy somehow closer that she couldn't begin to explain. She knew this was not just sex. This was lovemaking. It was the connection that made her cum right at that moment and that made her orgasm run so gentle and strong in her, a stronger feeling then she ever had before.
He eventually removed his mouth from her warm center, and crawled up her body, sucking one breast at a time. He lowered his hips and slowly eased himself in, just the tip at first, then a little deeper each time. She moaned, and he kissed her deeply, as she could taste her juices on his mouth. He nuzzled her neck again, stronger this time, as he slid out, only to slide back in with force. He felt her grab his ass, holding him as close and as deep to her as possible. She wrapped her legs around his body, and he started slamming into her faster and faster while sucking on her neck. He could feel his own body tense again, and after she came strongly, he let himself go, spilling his warmth deep inside of her. He laid down on top of her, covering her body with his own. He wanted to stay inside of her all night long, but went soft and fell out. He wrapped her in his arms, and eventually sleep claimed them both.
Rick woke up around four thirty the next morning. He looked at Lori, lying peacefully asleep next to him. Her long, black hair was splayed out on her pillow, her ivory skin looking beautiful in the morning light. He wanted to put his morning erection to good use, so he moved over the light sheet that covered her body and got between her legs. He slid in easily, and started pumping before she started moaning. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled "good morning," before he rolled over and let her take the top position. He thought she looked amazing. Her hair was a mess, but to him, she was perfect. She leaned over, putting one hand on his chest and the other hand on the mattress. He brushed her hair from her face and gripped on to the back of her head, pulling her toward him and kissing her deeply. He bent his knees, allowing her to lie back on them and getting his full length inside of her, before he started massaging her clit. Time seemed to stop as they made and never broke eye contact. She moaned louder, and shifted position so she was on her own knees, moving her hips and crotch up and down on his shaft. He started thrusting upwards as she would move her hips, driving himself deeper and deeper into her. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room, and he came again, just as she did.
She leaned over, still straddling him and his cock still pulsating inside of her, and kissed him deeply. She didn't need to say anything…he knew. She needed to take her life back, but on her terms.
"I love you, Lori." He said, as he had one hand on the back of her head and the other hand on her ass.
She put both her palms on his chest and kissed him intensely. "I love you too."
She climbed off his crotch, and laid right next to him. They continued to kiss, gently and also deeply, and the dark room provided enough moonlight coming through the window to let them meet each other's eyes. Rick was relieved when he saw no fear on Lori's face. She looked at him with love and trust. He returned her gaze, and held her tight in his arms, both falling asleep at the same time.
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