So this short fanfic was inspired by The Twelve Days of Richonne offered by Richonnefics and crew. The poem that follows was inspired by Siancore and crew. I couldn't think of a title for it. Thanks and I hope you all enjoy it.

"The Dance Lesson"

Michonne leaned back on the sink watching Judith play in her high chair. Rick sat down at the small kitchen table and drank his coffee loving the aroma of the eggs and potatoes Michonne was cooking on the stove.

"Are you sure you don't need any help with that?" Rick asked looking over at her.

"It's almost done. But thanks." Michonne said as she went to the refrigerator, pulled out a bowl of sliced apples and put them on Judith's highchair table.

"I think the potatoes might be a little too spicy for her." Michonne said regretfully tilting her head at Judith.

"I'll just give her some of the eggs." She decided.

Michonne looked over at Rick who was staring back at her.

"What?" She asked

"Nothing, I just didn't know you could cook like this." Rick admitted shaking his head.

Michonne scoffed as she walked toward the cabinet to get a serving dish.

"I suspect there's a lot you don't know about me." She affirmed reaching all the way up to the top shelf.

Rick considered what she meant by that when he turned and watched her body stretching in an attempt to reach the top shelf. His eyes slowly roamed over the contours of her frame. Her brown skin, sleek waist, and firmly rounded ass reminded him of a painting he saw in an art gallery a long time ago.

He barely noticed she'd gotten the large bowl and was curiously staring back at him.

"You okay?" She asked tilting her head.

Rick cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about something?" he said looking down at the steaming coffee in his cup.

"What were you thinking about?" Michonne asked turning to wash the bowl.

"…Umm." Rick raised both eyebrows trying to think when Carl walked into the kitchen and plopped down in a chair at the table. Both Michonne and Rick looked at the teenager and noticed the angry look on his face.

Carl stared down at the table and began to fidget with one of the place mats.

Rick and Michonne looked at each other and smiled.

"Everything okay, Carl? Rick asked tilting his head.

They both watched as Carl kept his eyes focused on his fingers and shook his head. Again Michonne and Rick looked at each other.

Michonne turned off the burners, put lids on the pans, and leaned back against the counter to look at Carl.

Carl looked at his dad and then Michonne.

"Enid said there's going to be dancing at this stupid Christmas party." Carl said grumpily.

Rick looked down at the table and nodded his head.

"Yeah, it's likely." He confirmed looking over at Carl.

Again Carl shook his head.

"Dad, I don't know how to dance." Carl said turning to his father with an accusing eye.

Rick looked confused as Carl glared at him. Michonne bit the bottom of her lip fighting back the laughter. She thought Carl looked adorable blaming his father for not knowing how to dance.

"Carl, I…" Rick trailed off at a loss for words.

Carl sighed and stared back down at the table.

Michonne made a sympathetic smile. She hated seeing Carl disappointed, no matter how cute he looked.

Rick thought about what to say. This was a new one for him. Of all the things he thought he'd have to worry about with Carl, this one never crossed his mind.

"So, are we talking regular dancing or a slow dance?" Michonne asked and they both looked up at her.

"Well, I don't know…both, I guess." Carl admitted.

Michonne took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling.

"Well, I'll tell you something about dancing that my mother told me. Dancing is about expressing the way you feel. That being said, I can show you how to get started and you're going to have to take it from there." Michonne said nodding over at Carl.

Carl shook his head and closed his eyes.

"Michonne, I've tried. I just can't…"

"Enough of those excuses. It's only impossible if you give up." Michonne insisted.

"Get up and come here." Michonne said moving one of the chairs out of the way to make room for her and Carl.

Rick raised both of his eyebrows and looked at Carl who looked at him. After a short pause, he shrugged and nodded his head towards Michonne urging Carl to go to her.

Carl made a deep sigh and sluggishly got up from the table. Michonne laughed a little as he approached her.

"Okay, so first things first. With any song, it's all about the pace of the music. You have to listen to the beats or whatever you'd call it. Now once you can sense the timing of the beats you can move side to side, like this…" Michonne began to move side to side to a simple beat she played in her head.

Carl just looked at her as she moved.

"Come on, Carl. Don't think about just move." Michonne instructed.

Carl rolled his eyes and then focused on Michonne's moves. He began to sway back and forth with her timing. Rick watched smiling at the both of them. He looked down and let out a little laugh at the contrast between Michonne's fluid moves and Carl's stiff ones.

After about ten minutes and some back and forth between Carl and Michonne, she stopped and smiled, proud of her young protégé. Carl was a fast learner and moved well as Michonne stood and watched.

Rick raised his eyebrows again completely surprised at the moves his son was able to make. Carl was much more relaxed and had his own beat going in his head.

"See, and you can use that with any song, you just speed it up or slow it down." Michonne confirmed.

"And now for the slow dance." Carl stopped when he heard the words slow dance.

His face turned red with embarrassment. Michonne caught the change in his mood and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Now, for the slow dance you have to be aware that there are two of you dancing. You will lead which means you will set the pace. There are two things you have to remember: Listen to the music and have fun." Michonne said tilting her head and smiling at Carl who gave a half smile back.

"Come on, I'll lead first and then you can give it a try." Michonne extended her hand and wrapped her other around Carl's waist pulling him in closer.

"Close, but not too close, k. You don't want to make her feel uncomfortable." Michonne said as she began to lead Carl in a slow dance.

"Good, now you try." Michonne said as she lifted Carl's hand and pulled the other to her waist.

Carl was nervous and couldn't find his rhythm like he had before. Michonne winced when Carl accidentally stepped on her foot. Carl immediately let her go and apologized.

"It's okay." Michonne said smiling through the brief pain.

A thought came to Rick but he wasn't sure if he should interfere. Before Carl and Michonne could start up again Rick cleared his throat.

"I could show him…I mean we could show him." The comment came off more like a question than a statement.

They both looked over at Rick who almost regretted interrupting. Michonne smiled and offered her hand.

"Please." She said gesturing for Rick to join her.

Rick got up from his chair and took a deep breath as his eyes stayed glued on Michonne. He smiled and laughed inside at the sudden sense of nervousness he felt.

Michonne turned to face Rick and waited for him to make his move. As she watched him she saw that look of determination with a hint of shyness.

Michonne chuckled to herself wondering if she would have to lead him too. She turned to look at Carl who leaned back against the table to observe the dance when she felt Rick's hand slowly but intently slide around her waist and gently pull her towards him.

She was completely taken off guard by the way he pulled her in and the feel of his hand on her back. She looked up into his eyes that glared down into hers. Her heart began to pound furiously as they stood face to face.

Rick raised his hand.

"Can I have this dance?" He asked in a low voice that Michonne could feel rumble through his hard chest. It occurred to Michonne that Rick had done the entire thing backwards but it also occurred to her that she didn't care.

She placed her hand into his and his fingers wrapped around it. Rick began to rock slowly from side to side and Michonne rocked with him. As they danced to the silent ballad, Michonne's eyes glided up the small dimple in Rick's chin, to his curvy bottom lip, to his daunting blue eyes.

Carl stood there staring curiously at the two when it dawned on him what was happening. He bit down on his bottom lip trying not to laugh as he moved off the table and went over to collect Judith.

Rick and Michonne both stopped dancing and looked over at him and Judith. Carl chucked as he lifted his little sister into his arms and grabbed the large pan off the stove.

"You guys don't mind us, we'll be in the dining room. Carry on." He said snickering as he quickly turned and walked out of the room.

Rick and Michonne looked at each other and started to dance again.

Rick looked down at Michonne's mouth and desperately wanted to kiss her but wasn't sure if she felt the same way. He sighed and looked away when he felt Michonne's fingers on his cheek and her gently turn his face back towards hers. Again their eyes met and a faint smile formed on Michonne's lips as she rubbed her thumb along the stubble of his jaw line.

Rick leaned over and pressed his lips firmly on hers. Michonne closed her eyes and slid her arms around his neck and began to kiss him. Rick wrapped his arms tightly around Michonne's waist pressing their bodies close together. He groaned deeply and greedily consumed her lips.

Later that night at the Christmas party. Rick and Michonne stood together watching the party goers dancing in the middle of the din.

Michonne leaned over and bumped Rick a little to get his attention. When he looked at her she nodded toward Carl.

They both watched as Carl led Enid to the center of the room. He placed his hand on her waist and suddenly pull her close to him and then offered his hand.

Michonne laughed and Rick covered his face with his hand and shook his head.

Enid looked curiously at Carl before pushing him back a couple of inches and accepting his hand. The two danced as Rick and Michonne watched.

"Can I have this dance?" Rick suddenly asked as he turned to Michonne.

"Certainly." Michonne accepted and Rick led her out to dance.

The end~

"Untitled"

If by chance I dared to glance

Would you dare to smile?

If by chance I dared to ask

Would you dare say yes?

If by chance I bared my soul

Would you dare to embrace it?

If by chance I dared to love

Would you dare with me?

If by chance I dared to love

Would you dare with me?