(Richonne one shot collections)

This will be a part of one shot collections. Some will be rated for M, hopefully not all! But my fingers tend to slip when writing about Richonne. There will be various prompts and ideas.

This is one shot, which we know always equals to a two shot.

This was inspired by the picture of Lupita and Rihanna. About planning scams, and her best friend. If anyone has seen it? It was on Tumblr. All thanks to the original artists who inspired me for this short little one shot.

The Con ... Part 1

"Three billion dollars... that's how much you're planning on stealing.. From who?" Andrea, her business partner asked.

"You sure this is a good idea?" she continued.

"Of course," Michonne smirked.

Andrea was sat across from Michonne, in a plush chair with a chrome base. Michonne had her legs crossed, over the other, revealing her dark smooth skin. Her perfect white manicured nails tapping against the black leather. Whilst Andrea was sitting forward, resting her fist underneath her chin, looking at her. They were inside Michonne's high rise apartment, which is located in downtown Atlanta. She looked up with a small smug grin.

Michonne had found the perfect suspect a few days ago. She was scrolling through the various profile pictures, of wealthy bachelors in Atlanta. She was looking for a particular kind of client. Michonne was after someone a bit different, someone special and that's when she came across his profile. A profile that had ticked all the right boxes.

Michonne knew that he was the right guy. She clicked on his profile. His profile picture was of him, he had unruly chestnut curls, piercing blue eyes, his rough grey speckled beard. And those pink luscious lips. Michonne read through his profile.

Rick Grimes

Age: 32 year old man

Marital status: Divorced

Hometown: Atlanta

Body type: Athletic build, in the right places

Height: 5ft 10

Drink: Social drinker

Former job: Former Sheriff of Kings County

Currently job status: Owner of my own business

Likes: To do Stuff and Thangs

After reading through his page, and more about himself. Michonne sent him a message.

Hey, just checked out your profile, I like what I see. There's a charity ball fundraiser happening on Saturday. Called "Give Giving charity event" I could meet you there around 8pm. You can be my plus one. Do you know it? M X

Michonne had done her research on Rick Grimes. He was an owner of his own company. He had shares in various companies. Rick owned his own bar, which he ran with one of his best friends Daryl he was called. His family came from a long line of wealth. The more Michonne read, the more it pleased her to find. He was worth billions of dollars.

If you were to ask what a con artist was to Michonne. Would she describe it as someone who makes money through deception? Someone who lies? Cheats? and makes a fool out of wealthy men? Or Is it someone who takes advantages, from their weaknesses, and their sheer ignorance for money.

Michonne would describe all of the above, to the men in the past. She has fooled out of billions of dollars. Her life wasn't always like this, but that didn't matter now about her previous life. Michonne wasn't like any other con artist. She gave back money to the poor, people who have been affected by loss, tragedy and heartache. Michonne was good in a way, but in her own way. She would say to Andrea, who had no choice but to be involved in all her schemes.

Meanwhile at an office in Atlanta, in a plain brick building, behind a closed door ran a business called.

"Undercover for Private Investigations"

Rick had just received a message on his computer from a woman. Opening the message up, Rick turned to Shane and spoke.

"We got her," moving his computer screen, to show the man on the opposite side of the room.

"I knew this would work man, I told you so," Shane spoke as he stood up from his desk. He came to stand behind his work partner of 10 years.

Rick tapped the letters on his keyboard replying back to her message. He pressed sent.

"Yeahh, alright." Rick drawled out. He waved his hands in the air.

"Man she is hot, you sure that's her, Michonne?" Shane replied, getting a closer look at the screen. He was invading Rick's space.

Rick pushed Shane's shoulder back, looking at the woman on the screen one last time. Yes she wasn't just hot. She was stunning. Rick got up from his chair and spoke.

"Yeah that's her, I'm sure." Michonne never gave her real name away. Even in her profile picture she was just called "M".

"Come on; let's go get ready for Saturday. We have a tux to go rent," Rick replied. He and Shane left their office building, making their way over to the tux shop.

Michonne clicked and opened the message up. Oh my, he is keen she thought. Reading the message and biting down on her thumb.

"Yes I know it. I will see you then- looking forward to finally meeting you." Rick X

Michonne had just unwillingly fallen into a trap. She turned her laptop off, and closed the lid shut and placed it on the glass table in front of her.

Michonne made her way with Andrea to her walk in wardrobe. Where she planned her attire for Saturday night.

Andrea didn't want to admit it to Michonne but she had a bad feeling about this one.

Saturday...

Tonight was the night of the charity ball fundraiser. It was the 25th anniversary, Michonne never came out she always silently donated every year. But tonight she was breaking that tradition. That rule, as she looked at herself in her full length mirror. Michonne was hoping she wasn't going to break any more rules, tonight.

Michonne was wearing a red fiery, vivid off the shoulder Versace dress. It had an embellished laced bodice. With a long chiffon skirt which had a thigh high split. Her hair was styled down with waves of curls.

She had spent all day getting ready. Getting her hair done, eye brows trimmed, make up done to perfection. Her finger nails and toes manicured. Michonne had shaved her legs, and trimming any hair, left between her thighs. Rubbed her skin in the finest cocoa butter.

Michonne stepped out of the black limo to flashing lights. She held her black clutch to her face not to be caught by any cameras. As the last thing she wanted was to draw any attention to herself. She didn't want to have her face in any papers or magazines. Michonne climbed up the stairs of the red carpet, her dress floating behind her. With every step she strutted up.

Meanwhile inside the venue...

A woman with blonde hair had walked up Rick. He was stood with his back to the bar.

"Hey Rick," the woman spoke.

"Not now Jessie..." Rick rolled his eyes.

"But Rick, you never called me back!" Jessie whined.

Rick a few minutes earlier...

Fucking Jessie? I forgot about her it was one date one time. And it was the worst date of my entire life. This was another one of Shane's ideas. She couldn't get the hint I was ignoring her on purpose. She needed to go away he had important work to do. He was pulled from his own thoughts by a voice.

Michonne a few minutes later...

I walked in and I recognised Rick at the bar with some blonde woman. What the fuck? And who the fuck? I am territorial you see, I had to show that bitch. That this Rick Grimes was all mine.

"He said, not now and not ever! He isn't ever calling you back!" The mystery woman spoke.

Rick watched Jessie walking off in a huff. He was thankful for the woman with the honey voice. Who just got him out of a very awkward situation. Rick turned around, so he was facing the bar.

"Gin and tonic, with a slice of lime please," the voice spoke, to the waiter at the bar.

Rick turned his head to the right hand side, when the biggest brown eyes with black long lashes connected with his. It was Michonne. It was her.

Michonne finished her drink, Rick watched her. He was starting to get anxious.

They had to take their seats in the hall. Michonne was sat on the same table as Rick next to him. Her leg kept accidently brushing against his, laughing at his jokes, or she would stretch over him and place her hand on his inner leg and thigh. She was flirting with him.

A few hours later of sitting through dinner, drinking, talking and finally an award ceremony. Once again her silent donation got announced. Michonne was incredibly thankful for, as she had donated a lot of money again this year.

Rick couldn't keep his eyes of Michonne throughout the whole evening. Michonne was charming, persuasive and confident. He could see why the other men got conned. She was gorgeous in real life. Rick had to remember why he was doing this and who she was, but that was going to be harder than he thought.

All the tables got cleared for the guests, and the floor got turned into a dance floor.

"Dance with me," Michonne leaned over and whispered.

"I can't dance," Rick pursed his lips together.

Michonne grabbed onto Rick's hand where the song "feel it feat Rich Homie Quan & Lloyd" started to play. This song oozed of pure sex, the lights on the dance floor changed to a pink colour.

The dress she was wearing which had a red dress slit at the thigh; he would have done anything to be on his knees. And seen where that slit started and ended. Rick Grimes was starting to become a very weak man.

He was starting to sweat underneath his collar. Rick ran his finger around the outside of his neck to try and loosen the grip. They both fell into a natural rhythm with their bodies.

They were both dancing on the floor. She was grinding her arse into his crotch hard. Rick's hands gripped her waist. Rick was following her rhythm, his hot breath moaning in her ear. Her scents of perfume, making him feel drowsy.

Michonne turned around in his arms her arms wrapped around his neck. She started to run her hands through the ends of his curls. She had been tempted to do it all evening, every time Michonne thought she was going to she removed her hand away.

With her right hand, she caressed her hand over the scuff of his beard, their lips were so close. They swayed to the music; Rick swallowed his throat felt dry. He was running his hands over her waist, and bare back, caressing her soft skin.

"What are you doing to me?" he breathed against her lips. Rick was starting to lose all his inhibitions.

Michonne smiled, biting down on her plump lip.

Shane could of swore he seen their lips brush.

Shane watched Rick from the sides "what the hell man?" he thought, as he watched them dance together. Someone had walked in front of him; Shane tried to push the waiter out of the way. He looked from right to left, looking around the many exists. They had both slipped from Shane's watchful glare.

"Shit," Shane said, as he ran his hand through his jet black hair.

They both stepped out from the elevator floor as the doors pinged open. Michonne dragging her lips away from his, as she fumbled with her purse trying to find her card. Rick kept kissing and sucking on her neck. She was getting lost in his kisses, which were starting to make her feel dizzy.

Finding room 401 Michonne swiped her key card through the door. Her back was pressed into Rick's chest. He was so hard, against her arse. It was making her wetter, than she already was.

They had kissed in the limo, on the whole way round to her hotel. Rick had slipped his hands underneath her dress grabbing her ample cheeks. As she grounded herself on top of his erection.

When opening the door to her room, his lips fell back onto hers. Rick unzipped the side of her dress, pulling it down over her broad shoulders. Rick picked up her dress off the black and grey carpet as he could tell it was expensive; he neatly placed it over the white couch. Rick turned his body around full circle, licking his lips. Rick undid his bow tie, from around his neck, and flung it on the floor.

Michonne was stood in her black Christian Louboutin heels. She was wearing a black, and bold, long line bra. With a high-waisted suspender belt, and a matching skimpy lace G- string, this barely covered anything. It was made from a glossy black satin and black lace. The piece she was wearing was made for seduction, and she was aiming to please.

Rick stood before Michonne, his eyes scanning the whole way down, her amazing body. Rick was in deep trouble. The deepest. If Shane knew what he was about to do. Right now to this woman, He would kill him. But there was no time to be thinking about what Shane would say. As Rick planned on ravishing Michonne for the night.

Rick walked over to her, and picked her up by her arse. He carried Michonne through her hotel room, trying to find the bedroom. Michonne's legs were wrapped around his waist. Her long lean legs wrapped around him, locked at her ankles. Her hands were draped around his neck. She was kissing on his lips, then to his neck. Michonne had never done this before; never slept with a guy she was about to con. But there was something about Rick Grimes. There was something about that beard, that glint in his clear, crystal blue eyes and that southern accent. That had her fooled, and that's why she wouldn't have seen it coming.

Rick threw Michonne on the bed she bounced her legs up. Rick pushed her legs back and peeled her G- string down her lean thighs, dropping it on the floor. She moved her ankles so they were resting on either side of his body. He could see her folds glistening with her own pleasure.

Rick kneeled in between her thighs removing his blazer, and shirt from his torso. He was in good shape, he worked out and his profile was right. His pecks, biceps his stomach all defined in all the right places. Michonne ran her hands down his chest, her legs spread apart before him.

"Kneel, turn around, and face down" Rick ordered.

Michonne turned around; Rick rubbed her pussy from behind. She was soaking wet for him. She was dripping. Rick thought that Michonne deserved no foreplay tonight.

She let out a loud gasp, as Rick continued to rub her folds a few more times. Michonne felt the weight of the bed shift. Rick had made his way off. Michonne tried to look over her shoulder.

"Don't turn around, and I said face down!" Rick demanded.

A small whimper escaped her lips. Michonne placed her head back down on the bed. What am I doing? She thought. Michonne was being submissive to a man she had known less than a week. Letting her control her body, and more importantly. She was willingly letting him do it.

Michonne was craving him, like no other before. The fact she couldn't see him only added to the suspense. She couldn't taste him, and she wanted to. Michonne couldn't see him, and she desperately wanted to. Michonne wanted to touch him again but she couldn't. She wanted to be able to smell him that cologne he was wearing.

Michonne could only hear. So she used her sense of hearing. She listened out for what he was doing. She heard the zipper down on his pants, the ruffling of fabric. She sensed he was now stripped naked. She could feel herself leaking. Next she heard the sound of a wrapper. A condom wrapper.

Rick rolled the condom down his hard shaft. Rick kneeled back on the bed behind her. She moved her arse back and spread her knees wide. Rick could tell she was getting impatient. He smiled to himself. Michonne gripped the white crisp, bed sheets in balls of fists.

"Are you a naughty girl? Because I think you are!" Rick growled next to her ear.

"Yesss," She cried out. She was so naughty. Michonne had been for years.

"That's what I thought Michonne!" he replied, in his southern drawl.

Michonne? Did he just say my name? She couldn't tell because it was so quiet. How di- Michonne didn't have time to think about what he just said as Rick gripped her hair in his left hand. Whilst with his right he smacked her arse. Where it jiggled in the palm of his strong hand. Michonne was still wearing her heels, and to Rick this was the sexiest thing.

Rick rubbed his tip on the outside of her drenched lips. Rick pushed himself all the way inside her waiting walls. Michonne wiggled her hips adjusting to the new feeling. He started to fuck Michonne from behind with long, hard and steady strokes.

Michonne closed her eyes. Rick started to grunt. Michonne opened her mouth, and started to scream Rick's name with every thrust, he was giving her.

Michonne woke up the next morning from their intense night of passion. She felt sore but in a good way, Rick had her rough, to torturously slow, and everything in between last night in many different positions. She couldn't count how many orgasms he gave her. She enjoyed everyone better than the last. There was a white cotton sheet wrapped around her naked body. She was lying on her front. Michonne raised her head up slightly and felt a wave of uncertainty over her, she lifted her left hand up to find it hand cuffed to the bed. She moved it a few times hearing it rattling against the metal bed frame. Michonne looked up to find Rick stood there. He was wearing a pair of black denim jeans, a blue denim shirt, and cowboy boots. He had a grin on his face. First she didn't know what was happening, until she seen his Python colt, attached to his belt hanging off his hip. When he pushed his leather jacket away, and revealed his gold A.P.D badge. This was reflecting off the grey walls around the bedroom.

"Shit!" Michonne groaned.

Rick bent down next to the bed, looking at her. His blue eyes were sparkling in the sunlight.

"Shit, indeed Michonne... gotcha!"

Authors' note: How will she get out of this?

I actually was tempted to write Rick start sexing on Michonne and then he cuffs her. That would have been good too. But then like I say my fingers slipped. Part 2 will be up soon.

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