A/N: This was a recent collaboration that I completed with We'reTheOnesWhoWrite: u/10080270/We-reTheOnesWhoWrite

It consisted of writers thematsaidwelcome and prodicalviews. Links to the other chapters will be posted at the end of the chapter.

Dr. Rick Grimes POV

Day 1

I peered out of my 5th story office window watching the hustle of people and cars rushing off to their destination. Many I guessed were trying to get an early start on their weekend activities. I tried to remember when was the last time I enjoyed a weekend away or just anything with someone else, but I couldn't. As one of Atlanta's leading sex therapist, it did not leave me much personal time for myself. The random blind dates that friends would drag me to never amounted to anything other than a night of forced pleasantries. Maybe one day I will find the time and the one who I would rush home to.

BUZZ

I was broken from my thoughts by my receptionist's voice over the intercom on my desk phone "Dr. Grimes your 3pm consultation is here."

I thanked her and grabbed the case file for my next session off my cluttered desk and head to my front office. As I walked to my consultation room, I pensively glance at my deeper guidance room. This room is what helped propel my practice to its height, but it was also the room that caused me to change my method from up and coming new age approach back into a more traditional role. It was where I performed my more hands-on approach with helping couple's with their intimacy issues, but too many lonely desperate housewives and envious husbands got in the way, so I had to close up shop.

I looked around my front office making sure everything was in place for my new client. The mauve colored loveseat and matching armchair were in order, and the inviting scent of warm vanilla sugar enveloped the space. Clients have to feel comfortable as they are detailing their intimate problems. The wrong color or smell can cause a person to become more closed off and sometimes hostile. I took a seat in a chair that faced the loveseat. The love seat was big enough for only two and couples who are forced to be that close to one another tend to reveal through body language hidden, wordless clues to deeper problems in their relationship. I was adjusting my crisp blue button-down shirt when I heard the light voice of my receptionist Rosita who was speaking to my client, but the voice that responded was sonorous and not quite what I was expecting. As the door opened, I was not quite prepared for the man who walked in. He was dressed in a long black breasted overcoat with a grey waistcoat underneath. This well put together outfit was that of a confident and sure man. The type of man who is sometimes known to have sex in only the missionary position with the lights off and his underwear still on. As he entered the room fully I saw his brown eyes scanning the setting of the room. When his eyes landed on me, he smiled widely and gave a bellowing laugh as he walked towards me with his arms open in a welcoming gesture. He grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me into a friendly hug as if we were old friends meeting again after a long separation. Once I was freed from his grasp. I smiled as he grabbed my hand in a firm handshake.

"Good day Dr. Richard Grimes. I am Ezekiel Jacob King II," he said his baritone voice loud and announcing. He had the look of a man of age with his long salt and pepper dreadlocks and beard. I continued to smile as I took in his full attire and features. This brief introduction matched his personality that he was no displaying. The see me, look at me and praise me. I am not really surprised by this as it seems Ezekiel did not mention a few things about himself in the questionnaire matter of fact he didn't really answer any of the questions.

"and this beautiful minx is Michonne," he gestured widely with his free hand back towards the door.

The second half of this pair was still at the door speaking to my receptionist. I could see why Ezekiel labeled her a minx. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her ebony skin tone, shoulder length locs and beautiful shape that was covered up with by too many clothes in my opinion. The white turtleneck with a cream-colored blazer and knee-length skirt just projected the word Librarian, but there was something else there that I couldn't put my finger on. She thanked Rosita and sauntered into the room. She smiled as she made eye contact me and my chest tighten and I was no longer listening to the long self-introduction Ezekiel was rambling about. A warm heat was swirling in my stomach because of this beautiful woman. It only increases the closer she got as my eyes watched the swaying of her hips as she made it to where Ezekiel and I were standing. Ezekiel placed a soft peck on her cheek and put his arm around her waist pulling her into his space. She pulled herself from his grasp by angling her body away from his. She held out her left hand that was ringless. I grasped her soft, warm hand, while heedlessly rubbing my thumb across the top of her hand. I watched as her mouth parted slightly at the gesture before she found her voice to speak. Her voice was very soft as she civilly spoke.

"It's very nice to meet you, Dr. Grimes."

"Yes… yes, you are very kind of seeing us on short notice, but I assure you our situation is most dire and you are the only one who can fix it." Ezekiel interjected as his hand began to drift lower down her waist Michonne grasped his hand and held it in place. I watched and made note of the movement.

"Why thank you for the compliment, but it was no problem seeing you both today. When Deanna contacted me and told me she had some good friends who were needing some help I couldn't help but step up to help assist you and…one second I do not want to mispronounce such a beautiful name." I opened the file folder and quickly glance for her name "Michonne." I closed the folder, and when I raised my head, I was met with her beautiful smile once again. Her heart-shaped lips and perfectly formed teeth framed her gorgeous face. I licked my lips as I imagined what it would be like to take her lower lip into my mouth. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts. I stepped back a few steps and gestured towards the love seat.

"Now if you would please have a seat we can get started. Also since we will be discussing things about your lives on a very personal and sexual nature, please call me Rick if you feel comfortable," my eyes wandered to Michonne who was making herself comfortable on the loveseat. Her eyes met mine, and she gave me a small smile again, and I returned the smile in kind.

As everyone became comfortable, I made another note of the body language they were displaying. Ezekiel was sitting forward on the edge almost in the middle of the couch with his legs man spread out and his elbows resting on his knees. While Michonne was sitting demurely with her hands clasped together resting in her lap, and her body turned away from Ezekiel.

As the intensive 1-hour consultation began, I could already see the issue with the relationship and the problem was Ezekiel who asked me to just refer to him as Zeke. Zeke gesture wildly with his hands as he went through a detailed history of how he and Michonne met.

"I was the lead actor in the play Hamlet that just finished up at the Center Stage Theater, and I received rave reviews for my performance." He adjusted his waistcoat and smiled as he spoke of his accomplishment.

"Our circle of friends have always mingled together over the years," she casually stated. Ezekiel turned his head in her direction and smiled at her while placing a hand on her knee. He began to squeeze slightly as he returned his attention back to me.

"Yes they have, and I finally took notice of this beauty we have before us and decided to see what it would be like to date a goddess in the flesh," Michonne rolls her eyes and removes his hand which I saw was gently inching up her leg. I noted she gave his hand a soft squeeze before removing it from her knee and placing in on the couch still clasped in her hand. Zeke paused in his statement as he took note of the brush off that was delivered. He pulled his hand back to his lap and rolled his shoulder as he lifted his upper body to a rigid posture and stared straight ahead. I smirked at this action. She does not like him touching her.

My eyes wandered between the couple as Ezekiel continued to speak about some great accomplishment he has made. Michonne was resting her arm on top of the arm of the couch with her hand placed against her head disengaged from the conversation. I studied her while remaining somewhat engaged with Zeke. Zeke was blind to this as he was more focused on delivering his entire resume to me. She was tugging at the collar of her turtleneck, and I could tell that she was quite uncomfortable in the outfit. As I observed her more closely I noticed little contradictions to the woman sitting in front of me. Although her outfit was conservative her mannerisms screamed something different. She had only one pair of small sterling silver hoops earring on but she had multiple holes in her ear for other piercings. Her makeup was minimal, but her nails were painted firehouse red. Her turtleneck was stuffy and tight, but I could tell that she was braless underneath. This is not who she really is. My eyes lit up as I recalled one of her answers on the questionnaire.

I raised my hand gesturing for Ezekiel to stop talking.

"Michonne…" I say. She jumps slightly at hearing her name called.

"Yes?" she squeaked as she sat up.

"Please tell me. What are you hoping to get out of these sessions?"

Her gaze fell on me and then on Zeke as she spoke. "Well, I am hoping to grow more with Zeke in our relationship so we can possibly take it to another level." I opened the manila file and scanned it quickly. I smirked at her as I began to speak again "Well on your questionnaire you stated something different. Have your feelings changed about your answer."

Michonne mocha skin began to tint as I stared at her keenly. We both knew what she wrote down on the questionnaire, and I was going to play this to my advantage.

She pressed her lips together and shook her head. "No…No my answer is still the same," on her questionnaire she answered 'to get fucked well and have 3 or 4 orgasms or just have an orgasm period with Ezekiel.'

"Good, I hope to help you reach that goal."

Her eyes almost popped out of her head as she wondered if I was flirting with her and the answer was yes I was. She averted her gaze and looked at Zeke. She smiled while reaching for his hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

"I hope you are able to Dr. Grimes."

It was time for me to take this up a notch and see where this could go. "Ok, now that introductions are over. I would like to try a simple exercise with you both. I need you both to stand up and face each other. This is a simple intimacy exercise. We are going to work on kissing." I moved to the center of the room where there is no furniture to get in our way.

Zeke scoffs as he stands and adjusts his waistcoat "I know how to kiss a woman. I have never had any complaints."

Michonne is standing slightly behind Zeke with her arms across her chest annoyed once again at Zeke's crass attitude.

I nod my head in her direction where she has dropped her arms to her side and walked to where we were gathered."That's fine and everything but do you know how to kiss Michonne?"

"Of course I do. Michonne is a Goddess and must be treated as such."

"I am not a goddess Zeke. I am just Michonne plain, me, myself, and I Michonne," she sighed.

"Ok let's not get off track," I interjected. "Like I was saying intimacy come in all forms. Intimacy by the act of sexual penetration is only one of the different forms of intimacy. A simple kiss can ignite a firestorm or blow the flame completely out. What I'm hoping to accomplish with this exercise it to help introduce a new level of intimacy that you can try out at home tonight."

Zeke smiled as he rubbed his hands together. "Excellent good doctor."

"Ok I want you two to come together and kiss, and I mean a real kiss. The toe-tingling sparks up your back type of kiss,"

"I always make my godd…I mean Michonne tingle," he said confidently as he placed himself directly in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her lower waist pulling her in tightly to his body. He began grinding his pelvis into her abdomen. He ran his hands down her back in a quick up and down motion.

It was hard to watch. It was as if he didn't know what the hell he was doing and Michonne's frustration at his lack of knowledge was evident. He grabbed the back of her neck to pull her into the kiss. He opened his mouth wide and extended his tongue before their lips even connected. Placing his entire mouth on her lips and sloppily slid his tongue along the side of her lips. His tongue was fighting for entrance, but Michonne lips remained closed. It was like watching a giant Saint Bernard drink water from a bowl.

"Ok… ok Let stop right there Zeke. You said you knew how to kiss a woman but did it feel like Michonne was enjoying that"

He shrugged oblivious to the obvious."I don't know I was just focusing on the moment."

"See that's where you have the problem. You should be paying attention to Michonnes body language because she did not enjoy that at all."

Zeke turned to Michonne who was vigorously wiping the remnants of saliva from her face. "Is that true Michonne? Did you not enjoy that?"

She threw the wipes into the trash frustrated at what just occurred " No.. no I didn't. Your kisses are too messy, and the grinding your dick into me does not turn me on. It's the exact opposite."

" Why haven't you said something before?"

"I have. You just didn't listen," Michonne spat.

"Good, now we have gotten that out in the open. Let me show you some different things you could try at home tonight. Michonne could you please come here, "I motioned for Michonne to stand in front of me. "Now, Zeke, I want you to take a seat and watch some of the different things I do before I even kiss her."

Zeke turned to face Michonne his brow wrinkled. "Michonne are you comfortable with this?"

"If Rick feels it will help us then yes I am."

Reaching out towards her slowly and placing my fingers lightly on the back of her neck and pulled her towards me slowly. My eyes remained on hers as she slid her body closer to mine. My body inwardly shivered from the light brush of her body against mine. I placed my hand under her chin and used my thumb to lightly stroked beneath her earlobe slowly running my thumb across her soft skin, she closed her eyes and sighed. She placed her hand over mine and leaned her head into my touch. "Michonne…look at me Michonne." When she opened her beautiful brown eyes, her pupils were dilated and her pulse was beating rapidly under my thumb. I was turning her on. My dick began to swell in my boxer briefs as I caressed her face and earlobe more. She was starving for physical and sexually pleasing contact. Foreplay was what she needed, and from her reaction, she needed lots of it. She turned her face more into my hand rubbing her plump lips against the base of my thumb. I was mesmerized as she opened her waiting mouth and wrapped her lips around my thumb. Her mouth was so warm so damn warm. I could feel the pre-cum gathering at the head of my dick wetting the inside of my boxer briefs, but at that moment I didn't care. This woman was making me lose all self-control. She moved her head up and down around my thumb, sliding her warm tongue along the underside as she opened and closed her lips or my digit.

"Yes, that's a good girl," taking pause in my motion I was confused if the voice I heard was really my own. I didn't dare look at Zeke for fear that it would break the spell that we were weaving together. Michonne whimpered as she sucked my digit with great enthusiasm. I pulled my thumb from her mouth with a pop.

Using my coated thumb to slide it across her lips painting them in her cool salvia. "I'm going to kiss you now. Is that ok?" Her eyes remained half hooded as she slowly nodded her head.

I leaned my head closer to her lush, eager lips but I did not kiss her just yet. I wanted to tease her a bit. I slide my tongue along the bottom rim of her lips and feel her shiver from this light contact. I pull her lower lip into my mouth it was so pillowy soft. A deep moan escapes from me as I haven't tasted sweetness in so long and her lips were like honey, and I was drinking from the fountain. Inhaling deeply as I released her lower lip and pulled her upper lip into my mouth. I was overwhelmed by the potency of her kiss, it was delicious, and I devoured her. She slid her arms up around my neck her need causing her to abandon all sense of her surroundings as she buries her fingers in my curls and presses her chest into mine. I could feel her raise a leg off the floor but before I could grab it.

"Dr. Grimes!" Zeke fumed. He was standing alongside us. His jaw clenching and unclenching.

"Is this really part of your treatment or are you trying to have your way with my woman."

Michonne pulled away from my grasp. She placed her trembling fingers against her swollen lips and her other hand against her chest.

"Zeke it's alright. Rick was just demonstrating his technique, and from my reaction, we see that it works very well," She said breathlessly. "Thank you, Rick, for showing us this. I'm sure it will come in handy tonight at home."

My chest was rising and falling quickly from my labored breathing, and my hard-on in my pants was throbbing as I felt more of the stickiness of my pre-cum depositing in my underwear. I ran my hands down my face to help bring my mind back.

"I apologize. I did not expect things to go that way, but Michonne is right, now you know what excites her. I think we have done enough for the day."

Zeke stood with his arms crossed over his chest and lips pursed staring accusatory at me.

I cleared my throat and turned to address Michonne directly. "During our next session. I will have you demonstrate on Michonne intimate touch. I think I will open my deeper guidance room to help assist with this."

"Why is it called deeper guidance?" she asked.

"It is a room for more hands-on techniques. So please come dressed comfortably," I led them back to the main door and saw them out. I gazed at Michonne as she walked passed and I softly whispered for her ears only. "See you again in 2 days," Her steps faltered for a moment before she recovered and followed Zeke out.