Landmines

When Michonne found the prison she wasn't expecting to stay. She wasn't expecting to find and become part of a family. Least of all, Michonne was not expecting to meet and fall for Rick Grimes, let alone his best friend Shane Walsh. Now she has to navigate this new world of landmines.

A/N: Hello all! So I am obsess with Shane but I LOVE RICHONNE! So I thought what if Shane Walsh didn't die? Saying that let me set-up this new world that we're about to dive into. Shane and Lori did have the affair when they thought Rick was dead but once Rick returned, they ended the tryst. Shane was jealous of Rick's return but never became the craze rapey Shane depicted in the TV Show. More of their history will be flesh out during the course of the story. All that being said, let's dive in. - fithola

Ready Now

"Harder!" She moans loudly. He complies and doubles his thrust. She bent over, her nipples scrapping the cool desk beneath her adding to the layers of pleasure. He stands behind her, gripping her waist and pumps madly into her.

"Fuck… you're so… so tight and fuckin' wet!" He groans behind her.

"Shit! Harder!" She screams. He obeys her command.

He watches gleefully as his hard cock dives repeatedly into her dark brown sex. She squeezes his cock as she thrust against him. The sound of skin slapping against each other makes an obscene melody and echos in the isolated office; the melody is mix with his groans and curses as well as her cries of pleasure.

"This pussy is so good… so fuckin' good," he groans breathlessly.

He plunges into her so hard, the heavy desk starts to move with each thrust

"Yessss…" She hisses lost in the growing sensation of pleasure. She's almost there, almost at the peak of her high.

He fists a handful of her dreadlocks and yanks her head back causing her back to arch as she screams out in glee clawing at the desk.

"Fuck yes! Just… like… that…" she pants.

Pulling her head back by her hair, he hunches over her never stopping his hard thrusts. The desk scraps and moves against the floor with each rough plunge.

"Do…you… like… that?" He growls against her ears punctuating each word with drive into her. He drops his lips from her ears to shoulders and bites her skin.

"Yasssss."

She moves one hand to her clit and message the swollen bundle of nerves, the need to orgasm consuming her every thought. Tightening the hold on her head, he presses her head against the desk and rams into her harder. His rough ministration causes her to epicenter to break around his hard manhood.

"I'm… com-" Her words are cut short as she throws her head back and screams. Her body tenses and the slick tight walls of her sex clench around his dick as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She arch her back and begins to tremble violently beneath him. He continues his ramming trying to hold out his own release but he fails as she flexes and throbs upon his dick.

"Fuck!" He growls as he thrust two more times before pulling his dick out of her wet sex and coming on the curve of her upturn ass.

When the last wave of her orgasm passes she collapses upon the desk, trying to calm her racing heart and wild breathing. He collapses next to her panting and catching his own breath, both slowly coming down from their high.

Once they return to themselves, he cleans his spent seed off of her and watches as she silently gets dress. It's always the same, the loud rough amazing sex followed by silence. It still surprises him that she is a screamer and so vocal during sex when she's normally so quiet. Even when he was out on the road with her, she rarely spoke. Her loud screams was what led them to start using the administration wing of the prison to make love.

Fuck. We fuck. He corrects himself.

Once they're dress she picks up her katana and start towards the exit. She waits for him to retrieve his guns and follow after her.

Silently they start through the tombs back towards the C-block were their groups stays.

"I'm heading out tomorrow to look for him," She says quietly.

"Michonne…" He starts.

"I wasn't asking for your permission or your opinions, I am telling you."

"Why even bother to fuckin' tell me?"

She stops walking and turns to face him, the dim lights of his flashlight illuminating his face. She studies his rugged handsome visage for a brief moment, staring into his dark brown eyes that seemed to waver between an abyss of anger, madness, and sadness.

"I'll most likely be gone by the time everybody wakes up."

"And you want me to tell them?"

"At least tell Carl."

"He ain't going to be happy."

"I don't recall asking for Carl's permission either… or anyone else's," She replies turning away from him and starts walking again. He adjust the shotgun strapped to his back and starts after her.

"Daryl said the trail is cold."

She only grunts in response.

"If we had a lead I'll would be out there with you like old times."

She abruptly turns and face him, "Then come with me… like old times."

"The trail is fuckin' cold, Michonne. We hadn't had a solid lead on him in two months."

She sighs and turns away from him, before she can start away he grabs her wrist and pulls her towards him. Pressing her body against his.

"Stay here… stay with me."

In the shadows they search each other's eyes for a long quiet moment, he leans down to capture her lips but she pulls away. She maneuver out of his hold and turns to navigate the tombs back to their cell-block. He exhales and follows after her.

She stops in the middle of common area that leads to the individuals cells of the cell-block, he walks pass her heading towards the barred doors.

"Remember, you're the one who didn't want to try. You're the one who wasn't ready," She says to his back. He stops and turns to face her.

"I'm ready now. I want to try, now."

He turns to approach her, coming to a stop once he stands in front of her staring into her dark brown eyes; she stares into his chocolate spheres.

"And if it's too late?" She whispers. He reaches out, cups her face in the palm of his hand. Pulling her close, he places a brief kiss on her lips. She pulls away from him again, walking backwards toward the entry of the cell-block.

"Just think about it," he calls out.

The gates to the cell-block creaks open, Michonne turns to see cool blue eyes taking her in. He smiles and his eye twinkle in the dim light. Her heart flutters, returning his smile. Her eyes travel down to the baby in his arm, Judith.

"She can't sleep?"

"Yea… she's been fussing lately," He says rocking the baby in his arms he then turns to his best friend and Michonne before asking, "Where have y'all been?"

"Checking the tombs," Michonne lies smoothly.

"Are they clear?"

Adding to the lie, he replies: "Yea, the barracks we set up are holding firm."

"Hopefully, she doesn't keep you up too all night," Michonne says.

"Hopefully."

"Good night, Rick," Michonne says before turning to the man she just came from the tombs with, "Good night, Shane."

With that she disappears into the cell-block both men watching as she goes. Rick fixes Judith a bottle and Shane keeps him company. As he completes his tasks, he asks "What were you telling her to think about?"

Shane looks over to Rick giving the finish bottle to Judith. The beautiful little girl, the perfect combination of Rick and Lori. His heart stings at the thought of Lori, he shakes her from his thoughts.

Opening his mouth he almost tells Rick about him and Michonne instead he says: "About giving up the search for the Governor."

"She's going out there again?" Rick asks hint of anger and displeasure in his voice.

"Yea… she's leavin' tomorrow."

"Shit."

"Yea…. I know… She ain't listening to anyone when it comes to ending her search of him," Shane grumbles as they head towards the cells.

"I don't like her going out there alone," Rick says.

"Me too, man… me too."


A/N: SOOOOO THOUGHTS? What do you guys think? Please leave a comment! Thanks so much for taking the time and reading! - fitho