A/N: So I'm just letting y'all know now, I have no idea what I'm doing, lol. I mean, I kinda do, but not sure if this is gonna be a two-shot, a five-shot, seven shots. No clue. I'm just already sick of the Morchonne and Jessick discussions (with the GA, not us), so I wanted to do something that cuts that shit off at the pass. (I think...) I guess we'll see where it takes us! - Ash

1: You Should Stop Frontin', Babe

"You want some water or anything?"

Morgan looked up at Rick as he stood from his seat, then back at the adorable baby he was getting acquainted with, and shook his head happily. He was fine, just enjoying the evening with Judith Grimes. "We're all right."

Rick nodded and headed back through his open front door, where Michonne was standing at the kitchen sink, washing out her tea mug. She turned her head only slightly when she saw Rick's shadow approach, followed by his heavy footsteps, and she smiled to herself. "That was nice," she commented, referring to his entire exchange with Morgan. She always enjoyed seeing the softer side of Rick Grimes.

Rick stopped at the counter, leaning against it as he took in the sight of Michonne from behind. Her slender but curvy frame had drawn his attention from her words, as it often did, yet again. "How's that?"

"You and Morgan, with Judith," she clarified, turning to face him then. "It was nice to see."

He nodded, his eyes narrowing on her face and how beautiful she looked in the setting sun. Her purple tank made her skin pop. "Do you think it was the right call?" he asked quietly. "Saying he could move in here?"

"He's your friend," she frowned dismissively. "Of course."

He sighed in relief that she was on board, as her opinion was the only one that really mattered to him. If she thought they could make it work, they could make it work.

"You and the kids can take my room," she immediately offered. As she finished drying her mug, she pulled open their glassware cabinet to replace it, while pulling down a cup for Rick. "I can just bunk with Morgan in your room."

He scowled in response as he scratched distractedly at his stubble. "Is that really necessary?"

"They're twin beds, Rick."

His voice was low, but emphatic as he responded, "No."

"Then what do you suggest?" she wondered. Her tone was sarcastic as she cocked her head to the side, waiting for his solution.

"I don't know yet," he admitted. "But not that."

"Okay," she smirked. She turned back to the sink, filling his glass with water, as she knew that was what he'd come inside for.

Again, he watched her from behind, practically salivating over the way her ass looked in those tight pants. He was thankful she was no longer wearing her constable shirt, given how it hid her magnificent figure. And as she turned back to him, handing over the water, he nodded thankfully, but he caught her gaze and didn't let it go. "You got a minute?" he asked hopefully. And then moved in closer to her to softly add, "Or fifteen."

Michonne tried desperately to contain her smile, but she had failed, grinning at him giddily. "Yeah…"

They were both fully aware of what the next steps of the plan were, and Michonne turned for the steps, while Rick made his way outside, taking large gulps of his water as he approached Morgan and Judith. "Y'all doin' okay out here?"

"Oh yeah," Morgan smiled, not even looking up from the view of his beautiful new neighborhood. It still awed him that a place like that existed. "We were just talkin' about how nice this breeze is."

Rick chuckled as he glanced absently back into his home. "You mind watchin' her for a few minutes? While we figure out this rooming situation?"

"Not at all, man. Not at all."

"I appreciate it," he said, already turning to head back inside. He quickly darted up the steps to Michonne's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in." She was sitting on the bed, removing her shoes as she waited for him to appear. "You gonna knock every time we do this?" she simpered.

"I was trying to be gentlemanly."

"Did you forget the part where I already know you?"

"That's very funny."

"I know it is." She stood to remove her belt as he turned to lock the door, and she licked her lips as she watched, loving the sight of him from behind. He removed his gun holster as he stood there, and it made her realize that Rick didn't even have to do anything to get her wet - that bowlegged stance of his was all the foreplay she needed. "But the fact that I'm giving it up for the fourth time in three days should tell you everything about my thoughts on propriety."

"Here I thought you were just sick of being a nun," he smirked as he sauntered toward her.

She grinned as he got close and held her hips in his strong hands. "Yeah, that, too." She lifted her head to take in his kiss, and he gave it to her, his pouty pink lips soft and wet as they covered hers. He didn't waste any time pushing into her mouth, tussling with her tongue, as she pressed her chest against his. His body was so strong and steady, she could not wait to hop on top of him. Or him on top of her, if he wanted. She wasn't picky.

"I've been waiting to take this shirt off you all day," he whispered as they pulled apart. He was already undoing the second button of her tank top to get a view of the cleavage it had been covering.

She smiled at how he unabashedly enjoyed her body, and she began to unbuckle his belt while he unhooked the front clasps of her bra. "I've been wanting to take these band-aids off of you all day," she joked in reply.

"You can," he offered casually, stepping out of his shoes as he watched her pull off her tank top and bra altogether. He slowly licked his lips as her perky tits came into view, and she took a seat back on her bed.

"Hurry up," she demanded when she realized he was just standing there instead of frantically undressing. "I probably don't need fifteen minutes, but I want it."

He smiled and quickly began to pull off his two layers of shirts while she rolled her tight pants down her hips. But she just looked so delectable, all her gorgeous dark skin on display, with her hair sexily falling over her face. He didn't even finish pulling his pants off before he approached her for another kiss. Leaning over her, he cupped her face in one hand while using the other to fondle the hard nipple of her left breast. Kneading it between his fingers gently as she moaned into his mouth. She reached out to unfasten his jeans, smiling when she felt his rock hard bulge instead.

"What?" he asked when she broke their kiss.

"I'm just glad you're here," she answered a bit shyly as she stood to face him again. He was so sexy, even with all those ridiculous bandages on his face.

As Rick stared back at her, standing there in just her navy blue panties, looking like a fucking goddess, he hoped it was clear that there was literally nowhere else he would rather be. He had been trying not to question what they were doing, because it was fun, and it was satisfying, and it was a release they both desperately needed, if nothing else. But he couldn't help but think just how goddamn lucky he was.

He moved in close to Michonne, claiming her lips for another kiss, this one more urgent than the last, and the two of them went stumbling backward as they consumed one another. She held onto his strong arms for balance, and he gripped the back of her hair, his jeans beginning to fall down his lean hips as he pinned her against the wall. He broke away, only to devour her perfect tits, sucking at her chocolate nipples softly, while he slipped his fingers into her panties, much to her surprise. He fingered her wet crevices slowly, despite their limited time together, enjoying the soft moans in his ear as he delved into her warm pussy. He loved feeling her juicy center with his middle finger, while his thumb lightly flicked at her clit, and he could tell from her breathing that it was driving her insane. They hadn't fucked many times, but he loved getting to know her body. Learning what she liked, what she loved, and what made a medley of curse words tumble from her lips as she came.

His tongue rolled up from her chest and began to suck at her neck as he slowly removed his hand from between her legs. He felt her fingers in his hair as he throatily whispered, "Take off your panties."

Michonne was so wet, she could feel it on her thighs as she squirmed beneath his torturous touch, and she nodded compliantly, while he moved towards her nightstand to retrieve a condom. She stepped out of her dampened panties, watching as Rick also removed his jeans and boxers, kicking them behind him as his stiff cock sprang free. He was already stroking himself as he rejoined her, and she eyed him excitedly, licking her lips at the sight of that big hard dick of his, and the way it twitched in his hands as he rolled on the condom. She felt her own pussy throbbing as she anticipated him inside her again.

She started towards the bed, as that had been where they started the prior three times, but Rick immediately grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to squeal in surprise when he hoisted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his left hand gripping the underside of her right thigh, while he used his other hand to guide himself into her. Slow at first, both of them exhaling quietly as he went deeper, and then Michonne let out a shaky moan as he pulled back out and dipped back in. The tip of his cock hitting her clit unexpectedly made her shudder in the best way, and he knew it, so he did it again. Teasingly, he ran his head along her lips, and then pressed into her opening once more as she breathed against his face.

"Fuck you," she grinned at the sensation. She moaned again as he moved inside her, thrusting into her rhythmically as he immersed his face in her tits.

"Consider it done," he joked, smiling up at her before biting lightly at one of her nipples. He needed something in his mouth to keep him from groaning too loudly at the sublime sensation of being inside Michonne.

He fucked her hard, her back banging against the wall with every stroke, and she rolled her hips in response, the two of their bodies crashing together in a perfect wave of ecstasy. His thick cock plunging into her, and her hot wet cunt taking him in, squeezing her walls around him. He groped her ass as he worked, and she wiped at the sweat beads forming around his forehead as she kissed the side of his face.

"Oh god," Rick sighed sharply, wishing the moment could last forever. Instead, he felt that rumbling in his lower body, and he wasn't sure how much longer he would make it. His fingers grazed Michonne's pussy as he held her up, and he could feel her cum coating his fingers already. "You good?"

"I told you I wouldn't need fifteen minutes," she breathed. She buried her face in his neck as her body shivered in satisfaction. "Keep going."

Rick nodded, pulling Michonne from the wall while she clung to his body, and the two of them hurriedly devoured one another's lips. They momentarily broke contact as he flipped her onto the bed, and she instinctively got into position on her hands and knees; Rick stood behind her, licking his sticky fingers with one hand, and used the other to glide his dick back inside her. He took hold of her hips and drilled into her fast, feeling himself back on the brink of an orgasm as he did. He loved the way her ass looked as it slapped against his thighs, and he gave it a quick smack, causing it to jiggle and her to giggle before letting out a deep moan.

Michonne gripped furiously at her sheets as Rick fucked her, feeling like she was going out of her mind. He reached around front to finger her gently, a wild contrast to the way he was pounding into her from the back. "Oh, fuck," she growled. She was certain he'd hit her g-spot, because she immediately lost control, practically shrieking with delight as she felt herself climax for the second time. "Fuck, fuck, shit, god," she was whimpering. "Yes."

He smirked at the fact that he'd gotten her to come undone once again, and he allowed himself to do the same, giving her a few finishing strokes, squeezing her ass cheeks as he ejaculated with a final grunt. His breathing was heavy, and both of them were sweating profusely as he pulled out of her, slowly, hesitantly.

Michonne fell into the bed, rolling over on her back as she tried to let her body recover. She grinned up at Rick, watching him lean against the nearest wall. "That was..." She sighed, unable to find a word to describe it.

"Yeah," he nodded, dazed, as he grabbed a few tissues from her nightstand to clean himself up. "I dunno how I'm supposed to go back downstairs now."

"Let's just stay here," she suggested jokingly, another light exhale following her words. "My god."

He smiled at the thought as he walked around the bed to retrieve his clothes. "We could. Carl'll be back soon to take care of Judith."

"Just hide out here the rest of the night?" She knew it was a fantasy, but she also liked the idea of holing up with just him for the evening. But people would surely notice, and then they'd start talking, and that was not something she was up for entertaining. Not with everything else going on. "I should go down first," she offered, letting the notion disappear from her mind. "Or maybe you should."

Rick had to chuckle at how she was always thinking a step ahead, unable to just enjoy the few minutes they had left together. "All right," he nodded. He began to step into his boxers, watching as Michonne crawled off the bed to retrieve her underwear as well. Her bra was at his feet, so he threw it her way as she grabbed her panties. Silence overtook the room as the two of them got dressed, and he figured it was as good a time as any to give her an update on the rest of the situation at hand. "I didn't get a chance to talk to Jessie yet," he announced cautiously. "Yesterday, when we were out there building the wall, I had a minute where she was alone, I was alone, but... it didn't feel like the right time," he shook his head. "But when is the right time to say, 'Hey, sorry about your husband being dead, but I'm bowing out of this whole thing.'"

Michonne looked back at him, appreciating that he was in a difficult situation with Jessie Anderson. Of course, it was mostly his own doing, but the way out just wasn't clear, and she understood that. "Well, you and I aren't even... I don't know," she tried to diplomatically offer. "We don't know what we're doing here. You don't have to cut her off cold turkey if you don't want to."

He took a seat back on her bed to put on his boots, but he stared over at Michonne instead. "I wasn't gonna tell her about us, if that's what you're worried about." He knew she was wary of letting out their three-day-old secret, given the fact that they hadn't defined anything. He got that. "I just want Jessie to know I'm not avoiding her because of what happened. But that I think it's best if we let things be..."

She nodded, and she quietly finished getting dressed until he began to walk towards the door, picking up his holster on the way. "Rick," she called out to him before he could go.

He stopped at her dresser, resting his hand against it as he turned back to her.

"You and Judith can stay with me," she declared confidently. "Take Carl's bed up to the attic, he'll love it up there. Then Morgan can have your old room."

He smiled at how easily she had come up with a solution, especially when it meant they'd be rooming together. "You'd really be okay with that?"

She shrugged, figuring they didn't have much of a choice, outside of making someone sleep on the couch. "Well you don't want me sleeping in the same room with Morgan, right?"

He clenched his jaw just thinking about it. "Right."

"To be clear, we're just roommates."

"Roommates," he nodded, pretending to agree. "Roommates that fuck every now and then."

Michonne looked up, surprised at the bluntness cloaked in that Southern drawl of his, and she found herself trying to suppress her smile once again. "You're awful, you know."

"You're trying to create boundaries," he said, cocking his head to the side, as he often did. "I get it. And we don't have to make this a thing with them," he gestured towards the door, in reference to their roommates, their friends, their family. "But when it's just you and me, let's not pretend, Michonne. Please."

She couldn't say she wasn't impressed with his directness. Even if it was a bit hypocritical, considering how he'd been lying to her when they first arrived to Alexandria. But if he was turning over a new leaf, she was willing to work with that. And he was right - they had to be honest with each other. They were too close for anything else, both figuratively, and now, literally. She bit her lip as she nodded in agreement. "Okay."