Rick Grimes slowly opened his eyes, groggy and confused. He was sitting in a chair but had no clue how he'd gotten there. Glancing around the room, Rick struggled, trying to figure out where he was. Once he realized he was actually tied to the chair, he felt himself begin to panic.

"Finally waking up?"

He wasn't aware of much but the one thing he was very aware of was the weight in his lap. As his vision finally focused, he raised his head and met the gaze of the beautiful warrior woman currently situated across his lower half.

"Michonne? What the hell is this? Why am I tied up?" And why am I only wearing boxers?

"Sorry, Rick. This needs to get done and I didn't want any interference from you." She held in her hand a pair of scissors, which she used to motion to a table on their right. Sitting on top was a bowl of water, soap, after-shave and a razor. Oh shit.

Rick continued to struggle against his restraints, feeling himself getting angry. He didn't know what this was but he didn't like being held against his will, not even by her.

"Okay, fun is over. Let me up," he insisted. Rick wanted to maintain his resolve but the round, firm ass planted firmly against his crotch was causing him problems.

Michonne wound her fingers in the rats' nest on his face. She smiled at the scowl he wore and shook her head.

"Sorry, Sheriff. You don't move until I'm done." For the first time, Rick took a good look at his captor. Michonne was almost as naked as he was. Clad only in a short, silk bathrobe, Rick allowed his eyes to leave her face and run down the length of her form. From the full tits playing peek-a-boo with him to the long, toned legs resting on either side of his hips, Rick felt his body rebelling. He was getting hard and he knew she had to feel it.

He didn't have long to think about it before he felt the scissors cutting away his mangy beard. Michonne went slowly, grabbing most of the falling hair as it was cut and tossing it away.

The majority of his beard now gone, Michonne began to shave him. Rick started to relax when a warm cloth was placed on his face. Her hands rubbed the soap, working up a good lather. He knew what this woman could do with a blade and yet he wasn't nervous. Despite being tied up and essentially helpless, Rick knew he could trust Michonne. None of this made any sense but the friction of her body on his and her sweet, warm breath on his face made him ignore the lack of logic.

His heart started beating quicker as he watched Michonne bite her bottom lip in concentration. Rick was gifted with a nice view of her breasts as she leaned forward, continuing her work.

"Almost done, Rick. Try to sit still." There was a gorgeous, amazing half-naked woman grinding against his dick.

Sure, I'll be still. No problem.

The last of the fuzz was finally gone. Michonne rinsed the remainder of soap from him. She replaced it with soothing after-shave, helping to ease the rawness of his skin.

"There we go," she finished with a smile. "Much better." Michonne placed her hands tenderly on his Rick's clean-shaven face. He had to close his eyes; the intimacy of the situation almost too much to take in.

"So…can you untie me now?" As good as this felt, he needed to get loose.

She wasn't moving or responding to his request. Rick tried to focus and sound tough.

Pay attention to your annoyance and not your cock, he ordered himself.

"Let. Me. Go." The gruff demand had no effect on Michonne.

"I'll move when I'm ready", she laughed.

"Get off me, Michonne. I'm not playing."

"Mmmm...It really doesn't feel like you want me to move, Rick. Feels like I'm right where you want me."

The front his boxers were tented with a massive hard-on he had no way to hide.

Her voice sounded so different than what he was used to. It was huskier and dripping with sex. Michonne's mouth was to Rick's ear as she rocked her hips against his. Rick felt he was losing control but truth be told, he'd never had it to begin with. She began to suckle his earlobe and Rick knew it was over.

"Untie me. Please." Grimes couldn't take it anymore. Feeling Michonne's body plastered against his own without being able to put his hands on her was maddening.

She was whispered in his ear. "You want to touch me." It wasn't a question.

"I…I need to. I have to." he admitted.

"You never really touched me before, Rick. Why is that?"

Michonne's hands went to the front of her robe, untying it and letting drop to the floor. She sat on him, naked and regal. Rick had never seen anything so sexy and dangerous at the same time. She ran her hands through his hair, winding the dark curls around her fingers. His head still in her hands, Michonne pulled him down to her breasts. Hungrily, Rick flicked out his tongue, managing to capture a dark nipple into his mouth. She held him there, allowing him enough freedom to move from one breast to the other.

This brought out a series of moans from Michonne that only increased his desperation to have her. Before he even saw it happen, Michonne had pulled his boxers down and off. She gripped his stiff cock and lowered herself down on it.

"Fuck..." Rick cried out at the hot, wet feeling of her core surrounding him. Her arms were wrapped tight around his neck as she began to ride him. Rick buried his face in the crook of her neck, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin he found there.

"Answer me, Rick," Michonne panted. "Why don't you ever touch me?" It was hard to think of a reasonable response, especially since his cock was buried inside her at the moment.

"I didn't touch you before…because I knew once I started I wouldn't be able to stop. I always want to touch you, Michonne."

This answer seemed to satisfy Michonne as she reached behind the chair, untying the rope and releasing Rick from his bonds. Almost instantly, his arms moved to hold her tight. Rick crushed his mouth to Michonne's, his tongue achingly teasing her own. Why had this taken so long? What had they been waiting for?

"Who said you had to stop, Rick?" she teased, breaking the kiss. "I don't ever want you to stop touching me."

Her fingers moved over his shoulders and down his back, leaving light scratches behind.

He stood, lifting her up, his body never leaving hers. Carefully, Rick lowered Michonne to the floor. To a meeker woman, he might have looked intimidating hovering above her. However, this was not a meek woman.

Rick began to move his mouth over her body, licking and nipping at every delicious curve, every muscle, and every scar. The sweetness of her body was intoxicating and Rick found it difficult to stop tasting her. The little marks he left behind where also a way for anyone who had any ideas to know that she was his and his alone.

Michonne pulled on his head once more, moving him back up and making him face her. Rick kissed her again, softer this time. He entered her again, pinning her arms over her head. Michonne arched her back, trying to meet his rough thrusts with her own. She wrapped her legs tight around Rick's waist, urging him to go faster, harder. The sheen of sweat that covered them both was making it hard to keep his grip on her.

"This what you wanted?" Rick asked her in between pumps. "You wanted to torture me, drive me crazy? You don't even know Michonne…you don't know what you do to me."

The sexy half- smile on her face made it clear she knew exactly what she did to him and she loved it.

"I know…but I wanted you to know." Michonne let out a shudder as Rick moved his hand to her clit, circling it with his thumb and moving her closer to the edge. He was close but there was no way he was leaving her behind.

"You gonna come for me, Michonne?" Rick growled through gritted teeth. It felt like every nerve of his body was on fire with desire for her and only her.

His fingers were coated in her arousal and he moved faster, desperate to please her. Rick felt her tighten around him and he knew he could die right then and there. She cried out his name as she rode out her orgasm. It was all he needed to finally let himself go with her.

Rick felt weak but so very satisfied. Michonne could do anything and have anything with anyone…and she wanted him. He didn't understand it but he was happy just the same. He started stroke her cheek and tell her how much he loved her when he realized they weren't alone.

"Rick."

His eyes left Michonne's and he was shocked to see Hershel in the doorway.

"What the... You're...you can't be here..."

Rick didn't know if he should be more concerned with the fact that Hershel was seeing him naked on top of Michonne or the fact that the older man was supposed to be dead. Michonne didn't seem concerned at all, which was also freaking him out.

"Rick, I hope you aren't afraid of owls because I'm getting you one. Owls are the reason God didn't make us people with foam hair."

"That's common knowledge," Michonne added very matter of factly. Rick looked back at her, head tilted in utter confusion.

Rick Grimes opened his eyes…again.

He realized he was still in the barn with his group. Immediately, his hand went to his face. The beard was still there.

It was dream, he realized bitterly. Trying to adjust his eyes in the dark, he looked around to make sure the kids were okay. Carl was still sleeping in the same spot but Judith wasn't with him anymore. Before he could worry, he saw the woman he'd just dreamt of was walking back and forth with his daughter in her arms. Michonne bounced the little girl gently, trying to get her to relax. Seeing Rick was awake, Michonne made her way over to him.

"She was crying. You needed to sleep, so I took over," she explained. Rick let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Thank you for taking care of her." Thank you for taking care of all of us.

"No problem," she assured him. "She'll probably be a few more minutes. I got her. Get some sleep."

Rick nodded and laid back down, stealing glances at Michonne taking care of his daughter. He wanted to just watch them together but he knew she was right, he needed sleep.

As his eyes closed, Rick reminded himself of the things they had to find soon. Water, food, shelter…and once those were set… he'd make damn sure to find a razor.