AN: **I don't own any part of or anything related to The Walking Dead or AMC.

This one-shot was created in response to a prompt from Codename-M.e. by way of Siancore. Michonne seduces a half-sleepy Rick Grimes. This is how I see it as happening (pure smutville, btw). ***Graphic material***

The Inevitable

There wasn't much thought in the logistics. The decision was more of a common sense thang in his opinion. If anyone was to live in the closest of quarters with him, it had to be Carl, Judith,and Michonne. He even spoke up for all of them when the rest of his extended family were offered their own living spaces. Glenn and Maggie jumped for joy and offered Sasha and Noah to come with them. Abe and Rosita took in Tara and Eugene (Abe wasn't happy about Eugene straggling along). Carol and Daryl gravitated towards each other. Father Gabriel drifted with them. The moment Michonne walked towards her comrades, Rick grabbed her hand. She smiled; it should have been obvious where she belonged. There was something in that smile that Rick never saw in her before.

So what happened nights later shouldn't have surprised him.

The first night was awkward enough. He offered to sleep on the floor. She told him that's where dogs lay,but whatever. He didn't get why she rolled her eyes. Scratch that. He did know why, but he wasn't ready.

The next night, she insisted that he lay by her. She told him that she'd sleep better if he did. He knew it was bullshit, but it wasn't easy to resist Michonne. He stayed at the very edge of the bed, surprising himself when he awoke and his arms were wrapped around her. He would be lying to himself if he denied that this felt good. It was something he always wanted, but want isn't what a person needs. Guilt washed over him. She wasn't Lori and he couldn't lose her like Lori. He snuck off before she could wake up.

But what did he expect would happen? He knew it would.

On that infamous night, Rick Grimes tried to get into bed before she did. His dick was already hard, despite his lethargy...why the hell was he aroused? He tried to feign sleep when the door cracked open. He could feel her standing there, looking at him.

"I know you're not always big and bad."

He still pretended to be asleep.

"You could take over wherever you wanted to. Kill anyone who gets in your way, but you're afraid of...pussy?"

That was the last straw. "Chonne,what the hell?"

She sauntered towards him. He noticed she was wearing a robe. In the few days that they stayed in that residence, she never wore a robe. The samurai now stood at the edge of the bed.

"What do you mean, 'are you afraid of pussy'?"

Her eyebrow quirked. He could feel her breadth. "Well, are you?"

Rick felt the pressure. "Of course I'm not." He sat up in the bed. Despite his efforts, he knew this was going to be a long night. "I just don't want to ruin what we have?"

"What do we have Rick?" She began to disrobe into nothing. Michonne, the woman he secretly fantasized about, was standing naked in front of him. He had to swallow hard while trying to avoid gazing at her perky breasts, her flat stomach, those curvy hips that dipped into her middle...

"We, we have...", he sputtered.

"You wanted me to share this room with you." She leaned in close. "Don't think I haven't noticed you checking my ass, or how you watch my every move." She grabbed the back of his head as her tongue circled his earlobe. "I know you want to fuck me," she whispered between sucking, "but I'll take over if I have to." Her hand drifted down his chest. "What is this, what we have?" Her hand gripped his manhood, which was so easy with it nearly poking out of his pajama pants. "Friends don't lust over each other." She began to stroke, twisting and turning her grip with every move. "Friends don't sleep in the same bed. Why did you want me to sleep in the same bed with you, Rick?"

"So I could protect you."

She smiled. He almost forgot his nervousness and got lost in one of his favorite smiles on the planet. That euphoria was struck down quickly.

"Chonne, what the fuck?!" His face was as read as an apple. She finally released a tightened grip that almost made him slap her.

"Yes, control yourself," she commanded as she moved his hand down. "Every time you lie, I will squeeze this big mother fucker. Now, why do you want me to sleep in the same bed as you?"

He never gave it much thought. It just seemed...natural. As his dick was at her mercy, he realized it was more than that. He wanted to be at her mercy.

He growled, "because I want you."

She licked his ear and began stroking again. "How bad Rick?"

He hissed, "I've been wanting to fuck you since I met you. I want to fuck the shit out of you."

He wasn't expecting the slap to his face that followed. "Michonne!"

He gritted his teeth as more heat was generated from her hands stroking his member even faster. "You better fuck the shit out of me. Enough of you staring at me like some lonely puppy. You better own up to your shit!"

Rick nearly blanked out. It wasn't necessarily anger that made him stop her hand and flip her over. It wasn't that he had to prove her wrong, either. He had a need, and this was the time to fulfill it. He flipped her over, which was no easy feat, as strong as she was. He was hungry, and she had no idea what she had just done.

Once she realized that he positioned his face between her legs, she grinned. "Hmmmm, that's what I'm talking about!" Her eyes rolled back as he snacked on her her clit like as if he was a man who never ate. He grabbed and lifted her ass as she arched her back. No matter how much her body girated, he didn't stop his munching. Each time she moaned led to him growling in response, only making her wet and him get even more aggressive with his tongue.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum," she yelped. He didn't care. In fact, this gave him reason to stick two of his fingers in her, just to make her really squirm.

She went silent and motioned for him to not touch her. He stood up and chuckled to himself, while she seemed to be frozen in her own world. "Uh-uh," he declared while taking off his pants. "I said I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you; I wasn't playing. Now turn that ass over."

Michonne bit her lip. His voice was so calm as he commanded her, it was too damn sexy...She was supposed to be in control...

"You think it's that easy, huh?" She stood up and pushed him on the chest. "You think that just because you ate my pussy, you can tell me what to do? No, you waited too long."

Rick smirked. "It's that so?" No woman ever challenged him like this. "I could go back to bed."

"No," she pushed him to the bed. "From now on, you go to bed when I say you can." She crouched above him and stuck her tongue into his mouth. Her hand felt for his manhood, and then it happened. She slowly glided on. They both moaned in unison. Her lips left his as she rocked up and down on him. He let her have at it, at first. He imagined that being inside of her would feel good, but nothing compared to the real thing. He would later laugh at how cliche it was for his toes to curl, but it happened. What was better was to see the strain that formed between her eyebrows, confirming how satisfied she was with him. As he reached for her breast, he marveled at the beauty of her lips wrapped around his dick. The contrast of the colors was just perfect.

"That's my dick." She grabbed his face as she continued to ride him.

"Yea? Well that's my pussy," he returned. He didn't break their stare as he pushed his hips into hers. His hands held onto her ass, ensuring that he got in as much and as fast as possible. Her moans got shaky once again. It got to the point where she couldn't look at him anymore. All she could do was close her eyes and bare more of him digging in.

"That's it, take it like a soldier," he coaxed. He flipped her over and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He dug deep into her center. His knees stopped resting on the bed; the only things keeping gravity from pulling him down were his hands and the force he drove into her. She clutched onto the sheets for dear life. "Fuck! Oh shit! Oh my God! Oh my...mmmm...oh shit!" She could speak in tongues for all he cared. There was not much that was going to stop him piping into her.

Except...

He pulled out and came on her stomach. For the second time that night, his mind went blank. When his focus came back, he witnessed Michonne wiping the cum with her bare finger, and then lick it.

"You're a freak," he stated as he laid by her.

"Yea, so are you." They stared at each other, then weakly laughed. "No, really, you are. What the hell took you so long, Rick."

He wrapped his hand around her waste. "After all of that, I don't know what the hell I was waiting for. Really, I guess I just always want you around, no matter what. I don't want to jinx us. If sex ruins that, I don't know what I'd do with myself."

"Would you have sex with someone else, then," Michonne wondered.

Those big brown eyes were so adorable to him. "No. Even if I never had sex with you, I don't think I could."

She smirked. "Were you on your way to being a eunich."

Rick chuckled. "Definitely not!"

"Well did you think I'd become a nun and just not have sex like you?"

He became deathly silent at that thought. "I didn't think about that."

She playfully touched his nose. "No, you didn't."

"Well thank you for bringing me to my senses, then." He leaned in and kissed her.

Their night was filled with more activities, until it was determined that the sheets needed to be changed. Michonne had no regrets, except that maybe next time she should bring a whip and think of a safe word. Rick took over a night she planned to be hers to dominate...but she wasn't complaining.

He might complain later, however.