Michonne was tired of skirting around the attraction she felt for Rick. It was there the first day she met him, and the more she was around, the stronger it got. Seeing him lead their group, killing walkers, and protecting his family always made her want him. Even the little things Rick did turned her on. His bowlegged walk, the way he aimed his gun, the way he stared at her without saying anything, his deep voice combined with that southern accent. Everything. Needless to say, he drove her crazy. Michonne wasn't sure if Rick felt the same or not, but she wasn't interested in waiting to find out. She was sexually frustrated, and her fingers weren't enough anymore. She needed actual release.

After a lackluster, self-inflicted orgasm, she decided that it was time to get Rick to take action. Michonne knew that Rick would probably never make the first move, so she would need to put the wheels in motion with the art of subtle seduction. She didn't want to be too obvious, but she needed to do something. Anything to make him stare a little bit longer, anything to make those sexual thoughts not so easily dismissible.

Michonne was in the kitchen waiting nervously for Rick to get home. He was due to return from a short run that night, and Michonne figured it would be the perfect time to execute her little plan. She wanted to start off with something simple, so she cooked one of his favorite dinners. He didn't have a woman in his life to make him homemade meals anymore (well, Carol, but she knew there was nothing romantic there), and she wanted him to be able to relax and fill his stomach. People always said the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. She was mostly going for his dick, but she figured food would probably have a similar effect.

She didn't know exactly how this plan of hers would work out since she was going to go with the flow and do whatever felt right. She definitely felt the butterflies, something that she hadn't felt in a long time. It was nerve-wracking, but she was excited. Michonne didn't think it would take too long for Rick to give in; she knew Rick hadn't had sex since before his wife died thanks to the gossip the girls sometimes shared. She thought about Jessie briefly, but then dismissed her. She saw them kiss once, but Rick never stayed with her for too long, and he didn't seem like the kind of guy to sleep with a woman and leave her right after. It didn't matter anyway; Jessie was dead. Michonne felt a little guilty about the harsh thought, but there was always something about Jessie that didn't appeal to her.

The sound of the door knob broke Michonne from her musings, and she turned towards the stove, and turned off the low flame. She grabbed a plate and put a heaping amount of pasta on it, making sure it didn't look messy. She smiled at herself for acting so silly, but she was eager to see him and start this thing.

Rick walked through the door, thankful that the run was over and that he was finally home. It was really late, but he could smell food in the air and his stomach growled. Rick had been so busy that he didn't even have the time to notice how hungry he was. He walked over to the kitchen and saw Michonne piling some pasta on a plate.

Rick found himself admiring the way she filled out those black pants before she turned to face him. Michonne gave him a small smile before handing the plate to Rick. He took it gratefully, pleasantly surprised by her thoughtful gesture. It wasn't the first time she had cooked dinner, but he couldn't recall a time where she waited up for him with a hot plate. He looked into her eyes appreciatively and murmured a 'thanks' before walking to the table and sitting in one of the chairs.

"So how was the run?" Michonne asked, thinking about how blue his eyes were and how much she enjoyed the way he looked walking away from her. Rick stuffed a forkful of pasta into his mouth before answering, drawing Michonne's attention to his strong forearms, then to the way his shirt fit around his biceps.

"It was alright. Got a few things that we needed." He ate some more spaghetti and then continued. "We still need more ammo and food. We're gonna go on another run in a couple days. Head further out, see what we can find."

Michonne watched him eat for a moment, looking at his lips, wondering what they'd feel like on her own lips, upper and lower. "How far out?" she asked, trying not to focus on his mouth for too long.

"Hopefully no more than a couple hours away."

"Well, maybe I'll come along, then." Rick nodded in affirmation, knowing that Michonne's help was always useful and wanted. She was one hell of a fighter and she was always focused on what needed to be done.

Michonne walked towards him and put her hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "It's been a long day. I'm going to get some sleep. Goodnight, Rick," she said softly, just barely letting her hand linger.

Her touch surprised him. They had only exchanged touches a few times, and each time he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it; the way it always seemed to linger long after the contact was gone. She was heading out of the kitchen until Rick called her name. She stopped and turned to look at him. "Thanks again. You know, for the dinner."

Michonne gave him one of those smiles that he thought lit up the fucking room. "No problem. See you tomorrow."

He watched her leave the kitchen and listened as she walked up the steps. Rick thought a little about their short and interesting interaction while finishing his spaghetti. He wasn't a blind man; he knew Michonne was attractive, and his respect and admiration for her only made her more appealing. He never dwelled on his attraction for her, though. There were too many things that could change, and Michonne was one of the very few constants he had in his life. There was also the slight guilt he would sometimes feel when he allowed himself to think about her in a sexual way, so he never let his mind wander too far.

Rick sighed and decided to let it go. It was most likely nothing anyway; she was probably just having a good day. He stood up from the table and cleaned his plate, then made his way up the steps. He passed her room on the way to his, and began wondering what she was doing in there. Was she brushing her teeth? Undressing? Touching herself? He shook his head at himself and the dirty images that filled his head. Rick poked his head into the rooms of his children, but they were both asleep. He walked into his room and closed the door behind him.

AN: A new little idea I had. Just something for you Richonne lovers while I work on my other stories. Sorry about the delay on With You. It's taking a while for me to figure out exactly how I want that story to turn out. Whenever I post an update, I'll let everyone know more details. It should definitely be out sometime in September. I don't want to give an exact date and disappoint people if I can't meet it. Sorry about that, again. As for this story, it won't be very long (at least, I don't think so), but I hope you enjoy each chapter. Just a little filler while I try to work on With You and another story I'm outlining.