I Don't Know You But…

Chapter 1

When Colonel Mark McDonough of the Georgia State Patrol offered Captain Rick Grimes the position of Deputy Commissioner in Atlanta Georgia, he could not pass it up. Rick loved his life in Cedartown, GA though. It was quiet, not too much crime, and he knew almost all of the civilians in his little town. But, this was an opportunity to become Major Rick Grimes, Deputy Commissioner in Atlanta fucking Georgia!

As he drove the 71 miles from Atlanta back to Cedartown, after his meeting with the Commissioner, he thought about how Lori and Carl were gonna take the news. Of course this would be a great boon for him career-wise, but it wasn't just him that would have to change his whole life. Carl would have to leave school and all of his friends. Friends that he'd known practically his whole life. It would be the same for Lori. The home they'd built together for themselves and their children was something that always created a great sense of pride within her. She loved their house and she loved their life. Asking her to move away from everything would be hard. Thinking of his family started giving him pause about what he was offered. Would it be fair to ask them to leave behind all that they knew and follow him to Atlanta?

When he finally pulled up to his home, he saw that Lori and Carl were doing yard work. Something he knew Carl absolutely hated, but he loved his mother and always wanted to make her happy. Yard work made her happy. His youngest was in her playpen soaking up the sun and playing with her toys.

All three of them looked up when he pulled into the driveway. When he got out of the car, he could see his little girl struggling to stand and reaching for him. He scooped her up, kissing her little feet and went to his wife.

"Hey babe," Lori said anxiously. She'd known what the meeting in Atlanta was about and now she was keen to hear the outcome.

"He asked me to be the Deputy Commissioner in Atlanta," he said quietly and waited for the uproar from his family.

"Oh my God baby! That's awesome!" Lori yelled as she threw a hug around Rick's neck.

"Congratulations Dad," Carl chimed in.

Rick was so surprised. He was worried sick the whole drive back how they were gonna take the news, but they seemed genuinely pleased for him. Lori noticed the look of pleased shock on her husband's face and smiled sweetly at him.

"I'm so proud of you Rick. You work so hard. You deserve this promotion baby. You have to know that," she said, still hugging him.

"I just thought you guys would be disappointed that we'd have to move if I took the job. Leave everything behind...our home."

"You're our home Rick, and we'd follow you to the ends of this Earth. Right Carl?"

"Right," Carl answered immediately. "And I'm proud of you too Dad," Carl added.

Rick was overwhelmed. "I love you guys," was all he could say.

"And we love you," Lori said, kissing her husband.

Michael Gill owned the largest commercial construction company in the city of Atlanta and it's surrounding areas. His beautiful wife Michonne Gill was a working housewife who let her husbands dream of becoming a "Construction Mogul" stymie her own dreams of becoming a writer. It was okay though. Now that they had "made it" as Mike always put it, he told her it was time for her to quit her job and pursue the career she'd always wanted to pursue.

Michonne was a wonderful writer and Mike always felt so guilty when she gave that up for him. Michonne always told him though, that she didn't give it up, she only put it on hold. And, she didn't put it on hold for him, she did what she had to for them. She loved her husband dearly and it made her happy and proud to see what a success he had become. He, in turn, was just as happy to be able to tell his wife, whom he loved more than his own life, that it was now her turn.

"I don't care if you want to raise and sell turtles, baby. Whatever you want is what you're going to get," he said to his beaming wife.

She'd taken care of them, when Mike wasn't able to. When he was trying to get his business up and running, Michonne worked with him, helping Mike to build his dream. She worked multiple jobs to help them make ends meet. Mike was determined to never forget it.

"You're incredible, Chonne. So, anything you want to do, even if you decide you don't want to do anything, you do it."

"I want to write, Mike," Michonne said, knowing her husband wouldn't scoff or laugh at her dream, but still stiffening as she told him.

"How about we turn the attic into your workspace?" he asked her as he grabbed her hand and began to lead her to said attic.

"I thought you wanted to make it your 'game room?" Michonne said as she looked around the currently empty space.

"Well, I did, but I can watch my games in the den. I'll soundproof the walls so that you won't be disturbed when you're writing. I can fix it so that the central air goes up there so it doesn't get so hot. We can put carpet in, or hardwood if you want. We can get you a huge desk and some bookshelves, whatever you want."

"Wow, all that. That's a lot of work Mike."

"Baby, you wound me," Mike said clutching at his chest comically. "You're talking to the owner of the top construction company in Atlanta. I'm gonna hook you up!"

Michonne laughed as her husband picked her up and kissed her neck, swinging her around what would eventually become her writing space.

"I love you baby. I'll do anything for you. You know that," he said getting serious.

"I know Mike. Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me. You deserve this. You took care of me when I needed you to. Let me take care of you now."

"Okay baby," Michonne said to her husband.

She knew she shouldn't have been surprised by Mike's declarations. He loved her and treated her like she was his queen. Of course he would be on board with her decision to write. It was what she wanted, and Mike wanted what she wanted.

6 Months Later

Rick loved his new job as Deputy Commissioner, but he felt weird being in an office in Police Headquarters downtown instead of being in an actual precinct surrounded by other cops. Sure, most of the people at the headquarters were 'real cops', but they were all suits. Shit, he was a suit now. Other than that, he loved his new job. Even better, his family seemed so happy in their new home in Duluth. Carl seemed to be enjoying his new school and even brought a few kids from their neighborhood over to play video games. Video games seem to be the great equalizer when it comes to kids. Rick couldn't complain. His kid was happy and that was his main concern.

Rick stopped at a bar with some of his co-workers and enjoyed the company of the new people he now worked with. Just like video games were the great equalizers with kids, a good stiff drink (or a few) seemed to be that for adults. After a lot of 'welcomes', and 'we're glad to have you', plus a couple of vigorous games of 'darts for drinks', it was 8:00 p.m. and he had to get home.

"Thanks for the welcome guys. I really appreciate it," Rick said to his fellow officers as he put his jacket on, preparing to leave.

"No problem Deputy. We try to do this every Friday and would love for you to keep joining us," said Washington Wilkes, who was a Captain with the Georgia State Patrol.

"Thanks Wash. But please, just Rick."

"Alright Rick. Now, get on home before the wife comes looking for you," Wash teased light-heartedly.

"Um, Wash, I know you're not talking," said a Lieutenant by the name of Christopher Meems. "You were supposed to be home an hour ago. Oh shit! Here comes Maxine!" Christopher said looking at the door in fear.

He wasn't the only one. Wash's head whipped in the direction of the door, his eyes as big as billiard balls. "Where!"

Everyone burst into laughter when they realized that Wash's wife Maxine wasn't actually there.

"Shit, I'm getting the hell out of here," Wash declared, putting his jacket on. "I'll walk you out Rick," he said slapping Rick on the back.

"That's fine, but if Maxine does come, my vow to protect and serve is getting thrown out the window. You're on your own man," Rick said laughing.

Rick and Wash went to their cars, gave each other a final good-bye and both went their separate ways. Rick's ride was 30 minutes away from Atlanta, but he loved the drive. It was peaceful and allowed him to think about his day and marvel at the direction his life was taking. This night, his quiet contemplation was disrupted when a silver BMW Roadsters roared past him going at least 80 or 90 miles an hour.

"Goddammit!" Rick yelled.

Even though he didn't give tickets anymore, his company car still had lights and a siren, and the threw them both on and gave chase.

As soon as he caught up with the driver, which didn't take long seeing as all cop cars were equipped with souped up engines, the little Roadster pulled over to the side of the road. The windows were tinted, so Rick couldn't really see inside the car, but he could detect movement on the driver side. He took off his jacket, placed his Colt Python in its holster, and opened his door. He was cautious as he approached the car and saw the window come down. When he reached the side of the car and looked down, his breath was stolen.

In the car was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life. At first he just stared at her with his head tilted to the side. He knew he probably looked like an idiot, but he couldn't get his mouth to work.

"I'm sorry officer. I know I was speeding, but I'm so fucking late," Michonne Gill said to the officer as she rummaged in her purse (not even considering that she may have been taking her life in her hands) trying to find her driver's license. When the officer didn't say anything in response to her apology, she looked up at him.

He was gorgeous.

His eyes held her captive. She suddenly was glad she was sitting, because if she hadn't been, she would definitely need to.

"Um, what...what's your name ma'am?" Rick finally managed to choke out.

His country twang ran through her from her head to her toes. She'd lived in the south now for more than 15 years and she never appreciated that southern cadence, but this one was something special. She couldn't help but smile at him. She just hoped he didn't think she was some kind of idiot.

When she blessed him with that smile, Rick nearly lost his shit. He smiled back at the woman that had intrigued him so severely on the road to...shit, he'd forgot where the fuck he was going.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. My name is Michonne. Michonne Gill," she said as she stared into his blue eyes. Eyes that were as clear and blue as window cleaner. She realized it was a stupid comparison, but she'd never seen eyes like his before. She was fucking mesmerized.

"Michonne," Rick said with a sigh. "Um, Ms. Gill, why are you in such a hurry? You know, you could hurt yourself or someone else, speeding like that," he said, scolding her.

"I know. I'm sorry. Please don't give me a ticket. My husband is going to be so pissed at me," she said, knowing it wasn't true. Mike wouldn't care that she got a ticket, and right at this moment, she didn't give a shit if Mike would be angry with her or not.

Then, the two of them just...looked at each other. Something was happening, and neither one of them wanted to be the one that brought their encounter to a halt. Rick however, couldn't take it anymore.

"Step out of the car ma'am." Rick said trying to sound authoritative, and succeeding to a point.

Michonne huffed and went to open the door. She tried to be mad, but she found that she actually wanted to get out. She wanted a better look at this man.

Rick slowly reached for the handle on her car door, all the time his brain was yelling at him to "STOP, Give her a warning and get your ass back in your car and go...", shit, he still couldn't remember where in the fuck he was going. But it was too late. His hand reached the handle and opened the car door.

Michonne turned in her seat revealing to Rick what he thought God had in mind when he made legs. They were long, shapely, and muscular, peaking out of the bottom of a sleek form fitting red dress that stopped above her knees, and he desperately wanted to touch them. He settled instead, for holding out his hand to help her get out of the car.

"What the fuck are you doing girl?" Michonne asked herself when she took his offered hand. She had no idea why he'd asked her to get out of the car or why she so desperately wanted to get out. No, that was a lie. She knew exactly why she wanted out of the car and when she touched his hand, what she wanted was only confirmed. She felt an inexplicable need to be close to this man. As close as she could get. She wasn't stupid either. She could see by the way he was looking at her, that he wanted the same thing.

When she stood up, they didn't drop hands. He began to move closer to her. She felt crowded, but didn't mind one bit.

"You know my name. Can I have yours?" Michonne asked this strange man that had a death grip on her hand.

"You can have whatever you want," he answered seriously.

She giggled at him and placed her hand on his chest. His very close chest.

"Well, right now, I just want your name."

"My name is Rick. Rick Grimes," he said, realizing how ridiculous this whole situation was, but also realizing as he moved closer to her, he had zero control of what was happening.

He was so close now, that Michonne could feel his breath on her face when he told her his name. Still holding her hand, Rick rested his other hand on her hip and it felt like that was where it always belonged.

"It's nice to meet you, Rick Grimes," Michonne said in a low throaty rasp that even to her own ears sounded sexy as hell. At the sound of his name on her lips, and the sultry undertone in her smooth voice, Rick couldn't help exhaling sharply. It hit him like a brick to the chest. For her part, Michonne found it harder and harder to look him in his eyes. She could feel herself getting lost in them, drowning in those blue pools. She looked down at their shoes.

"Michonne, I love the way you say my name. I think...I think I'm in trouble," Rick whispered to her forehead since she wouldn't look at him anymore. Her hair smelled like coconuts and the sun. He inhaled deeply trying to imprint her scent on his brain.

When he said exactly what Michonne was thinking, she finally looked up, suddenly wanting to be lost in those beautiful eyes.

"Me too," she whispered. She was falling for a stranger on a strange road in the middle of Atlanta Georgia. Michonne had no idea how in the fuck this was happening to her, or why. She loved her husband. Mike was her life...but, being in the arms of this stranger rendered her, dare she admit it, thoughtless? Michonne wasn't a stupid woman, prone to impulsive behavior. But for the life of her, she couldn't even remember what the hell Mike looked like at that moment. The worst thing was that she didn't even care.

Something was materializing between her and this man. She had to put a stop to it...didn't she?

"Rick, I'm married," she said in a very small voice that almost sounded foreign to her own ears. Not like herself at all. What the fuck was happening? She didn't want to say those words to him. She didn't want him to know that she wasn't available to him. She didn't want him to let her go. "What the fuck is WRONG with me!"

Rick leaned on her and rested his head on her shoulder, lifted the hand that was currently entwined in hers and turned it so she could see his wedding ring. He wasn't ever trying to hide it or anything like that. It was just that when he first laid eyes on Michonne, he totally forgot about his wedding ring and the person it symbolized his love for.

"Yeah, we're in trouble," Michonne said turning her face into Rick's hair.

When he felt her lips graze his hair softly as she spoke, a tingle started from the top of his head and settled itself right on the tip of his dick. He turned his face toward hers and was instantly lost. He couldn't ever remember seeing a woman as comely as she was, or remember being so attracted so quickly. His eyes zeroed in on her red pillowy lips. Rick usually didn't care for lipstick, but this shade, he wanted all over him. The hand that was resting on Michonne's hip moved slowly up her body, making her shiver in its wake, and rested gently on the side of her neck.

" I need to kiss you, Michonne," he whispered to her, silently praying that she would be agreeable to the idea. This woman had him, Rick thought to himself as he waited for permission to do what he felt like if he didn't get to do, he would die right there on the fucking street.

She nodded her head, and he smiled at her happily.

Michonne's heart was beating so hard and that smile he'd just blessed her with almost made her lose feeling in her legs. She was nervous, and not because of what would happen if Mike ever found out. In fact, poor Mike was the furthest thing from her mind. Rick Grimes had effectively taken over her mind, and God help her, it seemed he'd taken over her heart as well. So yes, she was nervous, but she welcomed it.

He pressed his lips to the side of her mouth first. Then to her chin. He used the hand on her neck to turn her head to the side so that he could kiss the other side of her mouth. Michonne's closed her eyes as he worshiped her with his mouth, anxiously waiting for him to get to her lips. She didn't want to rush him even though they were still on the side of the road. Rick tipped Michonne's head back and gently bit her chin, slowly making his way to her neck. His bites and kisses were like feather touches to what was suddenly her very hot skin. Michonne writhed under those kisses, moving her body against his, making him hiss at this new contact. She reluctantly released his hand (they still hadn't dropped each other's hand yet) and brought her arms around his waist, squeezing him closer to her.

Rick couldn't wait any longer to kiss her mouth, and when his lips finally touched hers, he wondered what the hell he'd been waiting for in the first place. Michonne immediately opened her mouth allowing his probing tongue to taste her. He moaned into her mouth and pushed his hardness into her lower belly. She welcomed his tongue with her own, tasting him as intensely as he was tasting her.

As if their moves were scripted, she put her arms up around his neck at the same moment his arms went around her waist, his hands gripping her ass, both pulling the other closer. Michonne grabbed the hair at his collar and let her hands get lost in the curls there. Loose curly hair. Not tight curls that were cut low on the back and sides of his head. Not like Mike's. Mike. Fuck. Michonne's eyes popped open.

"What the fuck am I doing!" she screamed inside her head. She turned her head away from this stranger that she was allowing to practically dry hump her in the street. He tried to follow her with his mouth, desperate to kiss her more, but she had to put a stop to this fuckery, before they went past the point of no return.

"We have to stop this. This is crazy Rick. We don't even know each other," she whispered. She still had her hands in his hair.

"Please don't make me stop," he moaned, looking into her brown eyes with desperation. He squeezed her tight, not even trying to push his now, rock hard cock into her belly anymore. He just wanted to be as close to her as he could get. He lay his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes because she was now running her hands through his hair and it felt so good that he wanted to purr.

"I don't want to stop," Michonne said quietly.

Rick raised his head with a question in his eyes, which Michonne answered, already hating what was about to come out of her mouth.

"I need to go to my husband, and you need to go to your wife," she said, though she thought she would die if she had to say the words 'your wife' to him ever again.

"I don't want to leave you Michonne. I have a sinking feeling that if I do, I'll never see you again," Rick said hugging her tighter.

"It might be best if we never see each other again, because if we do, there's gonna be heartache," she said laying her head on his chest.

"I don't care."

Michonne looked up at Rick thinking maybe she didn't quite hear him right, but hoping to God she did.

"I don't care Michonne," he repeated. He already found that he loved saying her name. "I want you and I know you want me. I could tell when you kissed me," he said softly, dropping a small kiss on her lips.

Michonne looked at this man that had enraptured her so fully, so completely, so quickly and realized...she didn't care either.

Something in her face must have changed because Rick could tell the moment she decided to throw caution to wind. He smiled and kissed her again.

"Give me your keys," he growled softly at her. Michonne thought she'd come right then and there.

"They're still in the ignition," Michonne said, shakingly pointing to her abandoned car.

Rick reluctantly released the grip he had on her waist and went to her car. He shoved her purse under the seat, pulled the keys from the ignition, closed the door and hit the key fob to lock it up. He placed the keys in his pocket as he walked over to Michonne and held his hand out to her. She took it.

"Come with me," he said as he walked toward his car with Michonne in tow. Willingly in tow.

Michonne's heart was beating so fast and hard she wouldn't have been surprised if Rick could actually hear it. She tightened her grip on his hand. He looked at her and kissed her.

"We'll be okay," he said as he opened the backdoor of his car.

Michonne was relieved that at least the windows were tinted and that it was getting darker outside now that the sun decided to finally split the scene. Only two or three cars had passed them as they were in their embrace, but, if Michonne was honest with herself, she really didn't care if a whole fucking parade decided to come down the street right at that moment.

"I don't care either," she declared as she slid into the backseat.

"Thank God," Rick said smiling as he slid in next to her.

When they were both in the backseat, Rick suddenly felt like a piece of shit. He wanted to give Michonne more than just a quick fuck in the back of a police car. He was about to turn to her and confess as much when Michonne totally changed his mind.

She noticed the look on his face and the way Rick was scanning the inside of the car with distaste. Not wanting whatever idea that had crept into his head to take up residence there and totally fuck up their vibe, Michonne straddled his lap as soon as he looked over at her.

"You're not gonna give up on me now are you?" she asked, both scared that he would and excited because she knew he probably wouldn't.

Rick welcomed her weight on his lap as well as her heat. As he looked into her brown eyes, the thought of not being with her at that very minute no matter where they were, floated away like ripples on a lake.

"No ma'am...," he told her as he rested his hands on her ass again.

Michonne smiled at him as she lowered her face to his, wanting another of those wondrously pleasing kisses. She started rubbing her pussy against his cock as if she had no control of her hips. She'd thought she'd gotten a good idea of what he was working with when they were standing up outside, but she realized that she had absolutely no fucking clue. He was huge. Big enough to make her 'nervous as fuck' and 'wet as fuck' at the same time.

Rick slipped his fingers into the front to her little lace panties and almost came in his pants when he felt how wet she was. Wet for him. Her legs were opened around his waist due to her position on top of him, causing the lips of her pussy to spread slightly, exposing that sensitive button that she so fiercely needed him to push. Instead, he slid his middle finger into her warm slick core and swiped at her button with his thumb.

"Oh God, Rick."

"Is it good?" he asked her, desperate to please her (but not understanding why).

"Yes, yes, yes," she sobbed as she rode his fingers.

"You want more? Tell me what you want Michonne and I'll give it to you. Anything you want."

"You," she moaned into his neck as her hands deftly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "I want you Rick. Anyway I can have you," she said as she almost tore his zipper from his pants meaning every fucking word.

Rick lifted his lower body so that he could pull his pants down. Michonne was trying to get up so that she could remove her panties, but he couldn't wait that long. He hooked his finger in the leg hole and tore them to shreds, revealing what he needed so badly.

Michonne laughed at his eagerness. "Hey, you owe me a new pair of panties mister," she said smiling at him.

"Anything you want," he said to her again.

Michonne placed her hands on his shoulders and positioned herself directly over the head of his cock. They looked in each other's eyes knowing what they were about to do was not going to be a one time thing. That they were about to change the course of their lives, be it for better or worse. Rick grabbed her ass and guided himself into her body. Michonne raised her head with her eyes closed, feeling every inch of him as he invaded her most precious space. It was his space now though, she knew and when she looked down at him, she could tell that he knew this as well. She was his.

"I know," he said. Michonne had spoken of her new status aloud without realizing it. "And I'm yours," he said.

As urgent as the need to fuck had taken over them just minutes ago, that need dissipated just as quickly and was replaced with the need to 'make love'. Sure it was in the back of a car, but it didn't matter to either of them. Rick wanted to be gentle with her and Michonne wanted to be handled as such.

As he thrusted tenderly into her, and she rode him softly, they couldn't stop staring into each other's eyes. They were falling in love. Neither of them let a single thought of the god-awful consequences which would cause their families, their friends, or anyone else pain, stop them from falling.

Right now, the only one Rick could see, the only one he could feel, was Michonne. She was slowly becoming his everything and he didn't regret it one bit.

"Harder Rick," Michonne begged him softly. He gave her what she wanted, just as he said he would. Anything.

Michonne wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his hair. He felt so good. She squeezed her pussy around his girth and rode him harder, wanting him to feel as good as she did. His whispered declaration of, "Jesus", told him she was doing a pretty good job.

Rick placed both hands on her back and started to lean forward, which made her lean back. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it to. Rick effectively changed their position so that Michonne was laying on the backseat, with her long smooth legs wrapped around his waist. He was comfortably enclosed within those legs and wondered how he'd ever lived without knowing this feeling of 'pleasurable security'. That was the only way he could describe it. Rick pulled Michonne's dress up and over her head, laying on the headrest of the front seat. Michonne's hands immediately went to the front clasp of her bra (silently giving thanks that she'd worn this one today) and opened it, eagerly revealing herself to him.

His mouth watered when he saw what she was offering him.

"God, you're perfect," he said as he palmed her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned down and placed one of her small brown nipples in his mouth and sucked at her gently, at first. When she started moaning, drawing his cock in and out of her pussy as she impaled herself on him as she looked up at him, working her hips up and down despite being on her back, he had no choice but to drive into her with all that he had.

"Ugh, fuck me Rick, fuck me," she whispered in his ear, making him fuck her harder.

"Anything... you... want... baby," he grunted in time with each plunge his cock took into her slippery pussy.

Despite the myriad of feelings coursing through him as he found himself right on the edge of crashing, he held back and concentrated on a feeling that for some reason, felt foreign to him. He couldn't understand why it felt this way as he thought he'd felt this way many times before, but, obviously he was dead wrong. He'd never felt happiness in this form before. He hated to think that he'd never been happy before in his life. But, the way he felt right at this moment, while he was with the woman that he knew he would be with for the rest of his life, even though he knew that being with her was going to fucking trash every other thing in his life, he'd never ever been happier. He didn't understand. He felt he didn't need to understand though. It was just the way it was. He looked down at her, Michonne, the woman that would effectively consume his whole life, and smiled. She smiled back. Her legs tightened around his waist, just as her pussy tightened around his cock and she moaned, grabbing at his ass, pulling him into her even more. He took advantage of this and ground himself into her clit while he sucked on her neck.

"Can you come for me baby?" he whispered in her ear. "My god, you feel so good. I can feel you trembling around my cock. It's okay, you can let go. Fall baby, I'll catch you," he said quietly in her ear.

And that's exactly what she did, screaming his name the whole time as she came so hard, she squirted her juice all over his balls and thighs, and felt it trickling down between her ass cheeks.

"Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck," Rick said, his voice going up and octave, sounding as if he were singing his obscenities as he pistoned his cock in and out of her. "I'm gonna come!" he said as he slammed his hips into hers, trying to feel every crevice and nook of her pussy before he had to pull out of her tight warmth.

Michonne unhooked her legs from around his waist and spread her legs as wide as she could, allowing Rick to fuck her as hard and fast as he needed to.

"Michonne!" he yelled as he felt his cum burst through the tip of his cock, pulling out of her wet heat just in the nick of time. Michonne raised up, grabbed his spurting cock and quickly guided it into her mouth.

"Oh shit!" Rick grunted as he watched Michonne suck the head of his cock into her mouth. He tried not to move as she sucked the cum from him, which didn't seem to have an end to its flow, but it was impossible. He slowly fucked her mouth, shuddering as he released what he had for her, wishing he could have come inside her pussy, but he didn't want to take that risk. Not yet. Not without her permission.

He'd gripped her by her locs at the back of her head, but made sure not to pull too hard. He just guided her mouth back and forth on his cock while she sucked him. This was the best his cock had ever felt, second to being inside her cunt.

Finally, his cum stopped and he pulled gently out of her mouth. She looked up at him and smirked.

"Was that okay?"

He didn't answer, just swept her up in his arms (as much as he could in the backseat of a car) and devoured her mouth with his own. He could taste his own cum, which was weird, but he didn't let it bother him. He kissed her as if it would be the last time. When he finished, Michonne pulled back and held his cheeks in her hands.

"I'll take that as a yes then?" she asked jokingly. He could only nod, not yet able to express himself verbally yet. She'd sucked that ability right out of him. He rested his head on her chest and realized if he died right then and there, he'd have no regrets. When she started running her fingers through his hair again, he was absolutely sure that she was who he wanted. Michonne was the person that he would spend the rest of his life with, of that he had no doubt. He realized though that, he'd been having all of these thoughts, but he had no idea how she felt.

"Michonne?" he croaked.

"Rick?" she said back, smiling at him.

"I can't be without you."

Michonne stopped smiling, She knew this wasn't a 'one hit and then quit' type of situation. She knew that. But, she was fucked if she knew exactly what she and Rick were going to do now.

"I know Rick," she said sadly. "But what are we going to do? Should we just go home and tell them? Should we hide this, sneaking around like a couple of rats? I just don't know. I don't want to hurt anyone, but that's inevitable, isn't it?" she asked, even though she knew full well what the answer was already.

Rick opened his mouth to respond to her, but he was interrupted by his ringing phone. This made Michonne think of her own phone which was still in her purse, in her car, probably ringing at that very moment.

Not letting Michonne go, Rick reached down in his pants pocket and retrieved the little cell phone and looked at the name plastered across the screen. Lori, it said, though it didn't surprise him. He knew it was her the moment it started ringing. He swiped at the phone to Michonne's utter surprise and brought the vile little thing to his ear to answer it.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey, where are you?" Lori asked.

Michonne closed her eyes. She was close enough to be able to hear Rick's wife and she discovered that she hated her. She hated that this woman had access to Rick and was the one he called 'wife'. She knew she was being unreasonable, but she didn't care. She lay her head in the crook between Rick's neck and shoulder and tried to block out that woman's voice and get rid of the awkward pettiness that she could feel developing within her.

Rick, sensing Michonne was upset, rubbed her back up and down and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be home soon. I stopped at a bar and had a few drinks with some of the guys from the office," he said.

Rick tipped Michonne's head back, and looking directly in her eyes said, "I'm sorry."

Lori, thinking that he was talking to her, responded. "That's okay sweetie. Just give me a call next time. I was a little worried about you," she said.

Rick didn't respond to Lori, as he was looking at Michonne, trying to gauge her reaction. He breathed a sigh of relief when she rubbed his face and reached up to kiss him on the corner of his lips.

"It's okay," she mouthed to him. Rats it was then.

"Are you sure?" he asked Michonne out loud, completely forgetting he had his wife of 17 years on the phone still.

"Of course," Lori answered at the same time Michonne was nodding her head, telling Rick that "yes, she was sure".

"So, do you have any idea when you might be home," Lori asked. When her husband didn't answer her, she called out to him. "Rick? Sweetie, can you hear me?" Still nothing. She looked at her phone and realized that Rick was gone. Unfortunately, she had no idea exactly how much that empty line would come to resemble her own life.

Her Rick was gone.

Michonne looked at the phone after Rick disconnected from his wife and saw that it was almost 9:30.

"Shit. I have to go," she said sadly. And, as much as he wanted to protest, he knew that he had to leave as well.

"What will you tell him?" Rick asked as he stroked her hair.

"I have no idea," she said as she dislodged herself from Rick's lap.

"You said he was gonna be pissed at you for getting a ticket," Rick said, letting the rest of what he wanted to say just hang in the air.

"It'll be okay. I only said that trying to get you to not give me a ticket," she giggled at him. She stopped when she saw that he wasn't really convinced. "I swear Rick. I'll be fine, okay?" she said gently.

Rick nodded his head and reached for her. She came to him readily, knowing she really needed to be going.

"I don't want you to go, Michonne."

"I don't want to go, but we have to. If only to clear our heads, because when we're like this, I don't know about you, but I can't think straight."

"Me neither," Rick said as he nuzzled her neck. "Shit!"

"What's the matter?"

"Your neck," he said looking at a dark spot. A dark spot he'd created.

"Oh no you didn't," she said alarmed and amused at the same time.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I don't even remember when I did it," he said as he looked at the dark purple bruise he'd sucked to the surface of her otherwise flawless neck. It made his cock rise to think that he'd actually marked her. She was his goddammit and he wanted motherfucking Mike to know that shit! He then realized that he'd done that shit on purpose without even realizing it. "Fuck, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay. He won't even notice. But you have to be careful next time," she said smiling at him. He looked so guilty and she wanted to make him feel better.

"Next time?" he asked. He suddenly felt like a kid at Christmas with a million presents to open.

"Yeah. Don't you want a next time?" Michonne asked quietly.

"God yes," he whispered to her, kissing her on the neck where he'd marked her with that fucking hickey.

"Okay," she said happily as she got out of his lap...again. She pulled off her ruined panties and reached around her back so that she could catch the ends of her bra and clasp it back together, covering her breasts. When they were covered, Rick poked out his full bottom lip in a pout.

"Aww," he said sadly.

She laughed at him. "Don't start Mr. Grimes. Help me with my dress, please?"

"Okay," he said sounding like someone that was just told he had to mow one hundred lawns. But he helped her just the same.

When she was fully dressed, (sans panties), Rick pulled his pants up and fastened them.

"Aww," Michonne said mocking him as his dick was hidden from her sight. His eyes sparkled at her as he reached for her again, kissing her on the mouth.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," he said as he rested his forehead on hers.

"Give me your phone," Michonne said.

He gave it to her and watched as she created a new contact and saved her cell phone number into his data.

"I figure just the name Gill is okay, right? It could be the first name of a man. Is this okay?"

"Michonne, you could have put your full name in my phone and it would have been okay with me," he said seriously.

"She doesn't bother your phone?"

"She has it all the time, but I told you, I don't care. You just let me know when you're ready for the world to know and I'll be right there with you, every step of the way."

Michonne nodded her head.

"Soon," she said.

"Whatever you want," he whispered and kissed her one more time.

They got out of the car and Rick walked Michonne back to her car, unlocking her door for her since he still had her keys in his pocket. He opened the door for her and the first thing they heard was her phone ringing. Michonne reached under the seat, got her purse and pulled out her phone. She stood against her car and Rick pressed into her, hugging her around her waist, just like the way they started. She answered her phone.

"Hey," she said.

"Shit. Thank God. I was about to call the police. Are you okay?" Mike asked.

Rick could hear him and was satisfied when he didn't hear any anger in Michonne's husbands voice. He hugged her tighter and kissed her on the side of her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I got stopped for speeding," she said as she looked up at Rick. "I didn't get a ticket, but there was something about the cop that stopped me. When he left me, I pulled out my tablet and started writing. I've been sitting here for over an hour writing about him."

Mike laughed. "I thought it was something like that. Why didn't he give you a ticket?"

"I used my charms on him," Michonne said jokingly, but serious as hell.

"Yeah you did," Rick mouthed to her. He kissed her lips again, not able to help himself and was pleased when Michonne returned his kiss.

"Hey babe, you there?" Mike asked, when the talking seemed to come to a halt.

Rick bristled at Mike calling Michonne 'babe', but he knew he was being ridiculous.

"Yeah, I'm here. Look, I'll be home in a few minutes. I'm sorry I missed dinner," she said with her eyes closed. Rick was kissing her neck, making his way up to her ear that didn't have her phone attached to it.

When he got to her ear, he whispered to her. "You're mine 'babe'".

Mike was speaking to her. She thought he was telling her that it was okay she missed the dinner because it was boring anyway, but she wasn't paying attention anymore.

"I know," she whispered to Rick and rubbed her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and moaned.

"Chonne? You okay?" Mike heard that moan.

"Um, yeah, I'm - I'm fine. Just tired. I'll see you at home okay?"

"Okay. I may be a little late."

"That's fine. I'm sure I'll be asleep when you get there," Michonne said to Mike while she looked at Rick.

"Okay babe. I love you," Mike said.

"I love you," Michonne said, still looking at Rick. She disconnected the call before Mike could say anything else.

Michonne looked down at her shoes, not knowing what to do with the fact that she'd just said the words 'I love you' and she wasn't even talking to her own husband.

Rick lifted her head up gently by her chin. "I love you too. I don't understand how but, I know it's the truth Michonne."

"We're in trouble."