A/N: Because Jadis needs to watch her tone when she's talking to our power couple...
"Our deal still on, our guns to take."
Rick Grimes glanced over at Michonne. Her expression was characteristically calm, but her tone suggested otherwise. She rarely mocked others, but there was no mistaking her intention this time. He caught her eye, smirking.
"Big fan of Jadis?" he asked knowingly, helping her back into the van.
Michonne rolled her eyes, settling into the passenger seat as Rick made his way around the van. He bit back his smile at her obvious annoyance.
"I can't believe Supercuts tried to take back the cat. Priscilla likes her new house." Michonne pursed her lips.
Rick let out a barking laugh, starting the van and steering it up the road. He was used to being the one with the temper in this relationship. Jadis rubbed him the wrong way, but it was clear now that Michonne harbored much more animosity for the enigmatic leader.
"I don't think she's our biggest fan," Rick observed.
"I think she likes you plenty," Michonne cocked a brow at him. "I bet you she wouldn't have asked for the cat back if you hadn't have given it to me."
"Tough luck for her then," Rick grinned at Michonne, trying to suppress his amusement. Virginian landscape rushed by their windows. Michonne wasn't paying any attention to their picturesque surroundings. "You know you have nothing to worry about." Rick reassured her.
"I know that," Michonne scoffed, "I just don't think Supercuts knows that."
"I'm sure she gets it," Rick chuckled. He'd made no secret of the state of his relationship with Michonne. Her hand had scarcely left his the entirety of the time that they had spent in that junkyard. Still, an idea struck him. He turned off the main road, steering the van into a clearing of trees. Killing the ignition, he smiled at Michonne.
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously. Her slow smile suggested that she more aware of his plans than she was letting on.
"She's not getting that cat back," Rick reached for Michonne. She met him halfway, but Rick pushed her backwards, gripping the handle on the side of the passenger seat until it fell back flat. Michonne grinned mischievously at him as he settled over her. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, coaxing a low moan from her.
"Shouldn't we be looking for more guns?" she questioned breathily. Rick reached for her waistband instead, deftly undoing the button of her tight jeans.
"Supercuts can wait," he assured her, jerking down her pants.
He cut Michonne's laugh short with another kiss, drawing her legs around his waist.