A/N: Just an idea I had and wanted to explore re Michonne having an inkling that Rick and his co-conspirators were up to something. This is set in the ASZ and follows the timeline of 5B roughly, but is a reimagining so no OOC Rick craziness with that owl woman.

Warning: Adult situations and language.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead; if I did, things would be slightly different.

Michonne clenched her eyes shut tightly as her head rolled backwards and tipped off the end of the pillow. She gripped the sheet on the bed with one hand and held Rick's head in place with the other; her fingers threaded through his curls. Her right leg rested over his shoulder as he held onto her shapely hips and lapped at her slick folds with his eager tongue. He alternated between sucking her sensitive bud vigorously and licking the length of her slit; enjoying how she tasted and growing more intoxicated from it. His attentions once more bringing her to the apex of her pleasure as she came for the second time into his awaiting mouth; breathing heavily and calling his name.

"Oh god, Rick. Rick."

She panted as he smiled devilishly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he shifted to his knees; keeping her leg elevated as he entered her without waiting for her to catch her breath. He moaned as her tight wetness enveloped him and he began to thrust deeply into her; her centre still contracting only this time around his cock.

"Fuck, Michonne. You're so tight," he growled in a low voice. "God. You feel so good."

When Michonne found her bearings, she lifted her pelvis to meet his fervent movements and to have him hit her spot again and again. Rick glanced between their bodies and watched with further excitement as his veiny thickness slid in and out of her folds over and over making a faint sucking sound; each time his length emerged it was glistening even more from her juices.

Rick's pace was even and moderate and while he enjoyed how deep their position allowed him to go, he wanted to be closer to Michonne. He let her leg fall from his shoulder and then shifted so that he was pressed against her damp flesh when he sprawled his nakedness over hers; he secured her mouth in a hungry kiss that tasted of alcohol and her distinct muskiness. Rick took in Michonne's expression as he rocked on top of her. She let her mouth fall open while she exhaled loudly each time he lunged; her eyes half open yet shrouded in desire. A light sheen of sweat covered her glorious skin and Rick could not resist kissing her once more; he kissed her mouth and caressed her face.

He whispered her name gruffly as his head rested near her neck while he held her hand above her head; their fingers intertwined. Michonne gripped onto his back while she dug her fingernails into his flesh and wrapped her legs about his waist; she left small red marks and caused him to make a low grunting sound. When her eyes did flutter open, she stared up at the off-white coloured ceiling of the stranger's bedroom that she and Rick currently occupied as Deanna's party continued downstairs. Rick had taken his and Michonne's eye-fucking as an invitation to lead her away to one of the upstairs bedrooms, remove her clothing and proceed to fuck her relentlessly.

Rick bit, sucked and nipped at the soft skin near her collarbone while driving his hardness into Michonne; his mind could barely process that it was actually happening. They were in the midst of being closer than they ever had before. It had been so long since Rick had been sexually intimate with a woman and he had known for some time that he wanted to be with Michonne. The mystery that surrounded her; her strikingly beautiful features; her perfect form; the way that she held his gaze; her impossibly full lips; her strength and loyalty. These things drew him to her and aroused his senses in every way.

He knew he would not be able to hold out much longer; it had obviously been some time since she had been with anyone as well and she felt completely amazing as her firm walls engulfed his manhood deliciously. The whimpering sounds that escaped her mouth coupled with her repeating his name urged him on as he began to push himself into her more quickly; his movement becoming frenzied as he felt his release approaching. His ministrations caused Michonne to come once more as her walls contracted around his penis, further driving him over the edge. Although he was fully immersed in the moment and felt uninhibited because of the whiskey he had consumed, Rick had the presence of mind to withdraw himself before his seed spilled inside of her.

He collapsed on top of Michonne before rolling to the side; both panting rapidly as they tried to find some composure. With a heaving chest, Michonne shifted to her side and leaned on her elbow as she watched Rick with his eyes closed; sweat gleaming on his brow and a smile on his face.

"Fuck. I needed that," he said almost breathlessly while Michonne ran her hand over his chest.

"You alright?" He added, finally opening his eyes to glance at Michonne.

"Never been better," she replied with a knowing smile.

Michonne had awoken the day after the party and felt as if she had done battle with a herd of a thousand walkers; her back ached and she was tender all over, especially between her legs. She rolled out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom where she found Rick brushing his teeth. He stood bare-chested in front of the vanity as she leaned against the doorframe and watched him. The small scratches from her nails still very visible on his back as he spun to look at her. Rick smiled.

"Sorry 'bout that," she offered, pointing to his back.

Rick turned his back towards the mirror to examine her handiwork; he smiled again as he remembered their activities from the night before.

"That's alright. Maybe next time I'll get to leave a mark on you," he said in a low and husky voice.

Rick washed his toothbrush, placed it back into the holder and then attempted to squeeze past Michonne, pressing his body close to hers. He stopped in front of her.

"How's your head?" He asked softly, searching her eyes.

"Better than I expected. Better than other parts of me," she replied, not looking away from his intense stare.

Rick let his eyes wander over Michonne's form before he leaned in closer to whisper in her ear.

"Want me to kiss it better?" he asked in deep, hushed tones; his cock beginning to quiver in his jeans as he recalled how Michonne tasted.

She felt a warmth set in between her legs at Rick's blatant teasing. She went to respond when all of a sudden Carl walked hurriedly towards them.

"Sorry guys. I got the bubble guts from something I ate last night," he said as he pushed past them.

Both adults scrunched their faces up and shifted away from the now closed door; just then, Judith started to cry.

"I got her," said Michonne as she headed towards Rick's bedroom; he sighed and watched as she walked away.

A couple of days had passed and Rick had just met with Daryl and Carol and decided to speak to Deanna about the so-called Safe-Zone; in the short amount of time they had been in the community, they recognized just how naïve the people were and how their defences were less than adequate. They had some ideas on how safety could be improved and they wanted to inform these people about the ever-present dangers outside of the walls. They wanted to have more input into how things would run and agreed unanimously that if Deanna would not listen to their suggestions, that they would take the place from her.

As the days passed, the idea of overthrowing the current leadership was more at the forefront than the idea of practical suggestions; Rick, Carol and Daryl increasingly viewed the residents as weak and thus began to plot their take-over. Rick had been spending his free time away from his duties as Constable plotting with his two friends.

"You tell Michonne yet?" Asked Daryl just before he was ready to leave with Aaron on a recruiting expedition.

"No. Not yet. Not the right time," Rick offered, not wanting to explain further.

He already felt immensely guilty for leaving her out of the loop, but he knew she had the power to talk him out of it. She, after all, had wanted this place; but somewhere inside of him Rick knew she did not want it like that. He only went there initially because she had persuaded him and now somehow he felt as if he was betraying Michonne and her trust. He did not know how he was going to be able to look her in the eyes and keep such a plan from her. They had talked about making a go of it in Alexandria and now Rick felt like he was throwing it back in her face.

Both Carol and Daryl nodded and Rick took the gun from the former before bidding them farewell and making his way home.

"Hey, Dad. You're late. Food's getting cold," said Carl as Rick walked into the kitchen.

The elder Grimes looking as if much was weighing on his mind; he looked at Carl and then Michonne apologetically.

"Sorry, ain't hungry tonight. Just gonna head off to bed," he said as he placed a kiss to Judith's head and went upstairs.

"Is he okay?" asked Carl.

Michonne shrugged.

"Wait here. I'm gonna go find out," she offered before going to Rick.

She rapped gently on his door and heard his muffled reply; slowly turning the handle, Michonne entered to find Rick sitting in only his boxer shorts on his unmade bed.

"What's up, Rick?" she asked, closing the door behind her and walking over to him.

Rick shook his head and then pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Nothin'. Just a long day is all," he lied while watching Michonne take up a seat next to him.

He felt another pang of guilt at further dishonesty.

"You seem troubled. Wanna talk about it?" Michonne asked as she nudged Rick with her arm.

He sighed deeply and looked at the wall.

"Nah. I'm good," was all he said.

Michonne shifted so that she was facing him.

"Is there something else you want?" she asked seductively before pressing her lips to his bare shoulder and trailing kissing on his hot flesh.

She slipped her hand into the slit in the front of his shorts and gripped his penis. Rick's breath hitched at the sensation as Michonne gently tugged at him. He began to grow hard with every stroke as he closed his eyes and sighed. She continued to kiss and bite his shoulder before she rested her head there and listened to his uneven breathing.

"Fuck. Michonne. You don't have to do this," he whispered.

Rick's cock was now fully erect in her hand; he felt hot in his thickness and Michonne continued her strumming.

"Shhh," was all she offered.

"Michonne, I don't want you to do this," he finally said, taking her by the wrist and stopping her ministrations.

There was no way he could justify being intimate with her when he was ultimately lying to her. She glanced at his face and then at his erection.

"Uh, you look like you want it," she stated with a smile before trying to grasp him once more.

"Don't," Rick said firmly as he stood and moved away from Michonne.

"Rick, what the fuck?"

Rick ran his hand over his face.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, not looking her in the eyes.

Michonne stood and wiped her hands on her jeans.

"No. Don't be. I get it; you've had time to think. What happened that night was a one-time thing. We both probably had too much to drink and…"

"Michonne…"

"It's cool. Rick, we're cool. I gotta go," she said, feeling her face grow warm from embarrassment.

"Wait…" he called after her, feeling even more guilty than before.

"Goodnight," was all she said before she walked out of his door.

"Fuck!" said Rick out of sheer frustration as he closed his eyes tight and pressed both hands behind his head.

A/N: The next chapter is up already.