A/N: My submission for the 50 Reason to Have Sex Challenge. This one idea turned into a multi chapter fic so bare with me as we journey through my first post-as-I-go fic lol. And as always a big thank you to my beta wonderingwoman.

Rick's tongue fervently wrestled with Michonne's, causing her to moan into his mouth. A chaste kiss outside of the car had ignited an energetic tonsil hockey match as they stood outside of the Kingdom's gates waiting to be greeted. Michonne consumed him, sucking and pulling with need at Rick's swollen bottom lip. Her fingers were tucked discreetly at the nape of his neck, hidden in his mass of curls, while Rick was unconcerned about his hand cupping her butt in plain sight.

Carol cleared her voice, a little louder this time, hoping to get their attention. Rick and Michonne immediately broke apart wiping at their lips, blushing that they were caught in a moment of intimacy. "Well good morning lovebirds." Carol's bright grin competed with the sunlight and clear morning that shone above the Kingdom.

"Hey Carol," Rick moved to give her a hug, Michonne followed closely with her own.

"How've you been?" Michonne asked, not having spoken to Carol since she had moved from Alexandria.

"Busy. But probably not as busy as you two newlyweds," Carol teased. Making Rick squirm had once been a favorite past time.

"It's been four months. Are we still considered newlyweds?" Michonne looked back and forth between Carol and Rick as they began walking toward the Kingdom's main hall.

"With the way you two act, someone would have thought that you were still on your honeymoon." Rick chuckled and fell a step behind Carol to reach his hand in Michonne's back pocket. He placed a light kiss at her temple.

"Oh and speaking of honeymoon, you two may want to have a little talk with Carl." Carol's eyebrow quirked.

A vein immediately pulsed at the side of Rick's head. "Carol what'd he do?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes strained closed.

"Morgan found him in the garden with Enid, which isn't really a place for children after dark. But I'll let him tell you the rest," she quipped.

The three made it past the entryway of the Grand Hall. For a former school, King Ezekiel had really put a nice touch to it. The walls were covered with giant paintings and garnished with gaudy flower arrangements that sat in large vases. Carol held the door for them to enter the large cafeteria, which was now used as the Grand Dining Hall. As Rick and Michonne quickly learned, everything at the Kingdom was grand.

"The King will now see you," Carol said.

"Really Carol, I've never heard you call him king?" Rick raised an eyebrow while Michonne smirked at her.

Carol rolled her eyes, "Will you two shut up and smile?"

King Ezekiel sat at the head of one of the tables, Shiva resting nearby on her leash. The rest of their family was already moving around the room, sitting with plates of food.

King Ezekiel strode towards the pair. "Ahh, Rick Grimes and his lady Michonne, how glad I am to see you two."

"We appreciate the invitation." Rick said, shaking Ezekiel's hand.

"Well of course, your family is always welcome at The Kingdom. We will presumably start our meeting in the next fifteen minutes, so please, visit the tables for our buffet and get reacquainted with everyone."

Rick and Michonne broke away from one another, giving greetings to their friends and family. Sasha, Maggie, Glenn, and Morgan were already seated at the main table along with some of Ezekiel's most trusted people. Carl and Enid came around the corner laughing, yet they moved a little further apart at the sight of his father.

Enid picked up her pace and scurried past Rick, "Hey Mr. Grimes," she said with her head bowed towards the ground.

Carl lagged behind with a cautious, "Hey dad."

"Hey Carl. You know Carol already talked to me."

"Dad we weren't doing anything." Carl was quite exasperated with how everyone reported his every move to his father as if he were Judith's age.

"Doesn't sound that way. I leave you up here for one week and you're already getting into trouble." Rick did not even attempt to hide his deepening scowl.

"Oh, so its okay for you and mom to do, but not me and Enid? Word travels fast." Carl immediately found humor in his father's concern.

"Your mom and I are adults Carl." He whispered, hoping that no one else caught him in this flustering moment. It ticked him off even more that his son found it amusing. He prayed to God that his son and Enid weren't doing the same things he and Michonne were.

"Dad this argument doesn't work anymore, me and Enid are both eighteen." Carl relaxed, confident in his stance.

"I know that. I know that. It's just that people still see you as the little kid they first met. It takes people a while to transition into thinking of you as an adult."

"People or you dad?"

"I'm trying, I just wasn't prepared for this." Rick sighed, not knowing how to proceed.

"Just be cool dad. At least I'm not running around murdering people. That's your job." He smirked.

"Carl." Rick pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'm just kidding dad . . . well half-way." He shrugged before hearing his favorite person coming behind him.

"Carl, did you think you were going to come in here and not give me a hug?" Michonne reached out to give Carl a warm embrace. She hated to admit that she missed having him conveniently in the next room.

As everyone got seated, Ezekiel carried forward with the day's agenda. The lunch meeting they were having was closed to the other leaders and chairmen of Alexandria, Hilltop, and the Kingdom. Ezekiel figured it would be a great time to convene and discuss the progress of their communities as well as their future partnerships. The remaining members of the communities were invited to come the following day to spend the weekend at the Kingdom for Ezekiel's birthday. He had gone around calling the ordeal, "A Celebration of Life", in which he promised plenty of food, music, and dancing.

After the meeting, Morgan led Rick and Michonne through the sleeping quarters to their assigned room.

"King Ezekiel wanted to assure you two that you had the next best room after his. There's a king size mattress, a large dresser, with clothing provided for you. Your room also has a large shower, and any amenities you can think of. If you need anything else, my room is the last one down the hall."

"Thanks Morgan," Rick said as he allowed Michonne to take the first step into their temporary abode.

Michonne and Rick walked around, inspecting the room.

"This is pretty nice," Rick said, rubbing his hand across the polished oak dresser.

"I know, and this bed is up high. Just how I like it." Michonne hopped onto the bed and sprawled out on the beautifully designed covers that seemed out of place in this new world, the type you would only find in a master suite of an expensive resort. There had to be about five layers of sheets and more pillows than they would ever need.

Rick kept walking around running his hands along the perimeter of the room. "Why is this in here?" He rubbed the door of the polished TV cabinet.

"Probably for decoration. You know Ezekiel likes anything that looks lavish. If his men found gold-plated tampons I'm sure they'd be somewhere in the room too."

"What do you want to do tonight?" Rick asked coming around the corner of the bed and resting his hands at Michonne's hips.

With the big celebration the next night, King Ezekiel allowed his early guests the opportunity to explore the Kingdom at their leisure. His inhabitants would need the night and the next morning to decorate for the lavish occasion.

"After that big lunch I'm kind of tired. Can we stay in the room?"

"What do you want to do? There's nothing good on TV," Rick joked, gesturing towards the black screen.

She sat up and toyed with his shirt collar, a smile crept upon her face. "I don't need a TV for entertainment. Maybe we could try out that shower. It looks nice and very relaxing."

"Oh yeah?" Rick teased.

"Yeah," she nodded and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She was temporarily interrupted as he peeled hers off and threw it in a corner of the room. They both took their time as he reached back to grab her foot, taking the boots and socks off her dainty feet. With his shirt off, she changed her focus to his waist, unbuckling his gun belt and working to unbutton his pants.

She captured his lips between hers, moaning with delight. Suddenly Rick pulled back, his eyebrows knitted in a look of concern. "Maybe I should go check on Carl."

"We already saw him this morning." She nipped at his lips as they continued to move.

"I know babe, but I didn't get to talk to him about Enid." Michonne, still under the lustful spell, switched to massaging his back and arms.

"Baby, he's an adult. Don't you trust him to be careful?" Her soft brown eyes locked onto his bright blue ones.

"I can barely trust myself to be careful." Rick briefly broke from his state of worry, giving Michonne a small smile before taking her wrist to kiss.

Michonne giggled and locked her legs tighter around Rick's waist. "Okay, we'll talk to him sometime this weekend, but right now I need you focused on me."

He kissed her in agreement, before cupping her bottom and carrying her to the bathroom. Once inside, he turned on the shower, and continued stripping her remaining clothes off. He slid back the clear shower door and stepped inside. Warm water streamed down from several locations of the shower's ceiling.

They had thought simply having a shower at home was a luxury but this was beyond luxurious. Michonne followed after him, placing herself behind him and sucking on his neck as she ran her hands down his tight abdominals. He sighed and lightly placed his hands over her arms as they traveled down to his hard dick. She didn't have to see his face to know that his left brow lifted in the way it always did when she surprised him with her touch. She continued to rhythmically stroke his length until he forced her to turn around.

Not being able to resist, he walked her from behind to the other side of the shower and demanded in a low husky voice, "Assume the position."

She immediately felt herself get wet. "Yes officer." She bit her lip all the while complying to Rick as he nudged her legs apart with his own.

"I need to search you." He pressed his body onto hers, running his hands down her arms, around her waist, back up to grab her breasts, and then back down again past her hips, down her calves, stopping once he was eye-level with her dripping center.

"Bend forward." Rick demanded, sending a chill down Michonne's spine.

Following orders, she pressed her hands and face against the cold shower wall, while warm water ran down her arched back. She held her breath in anticipation.

He smirked, having her right where he wanted her. Michonne was a headstrong woman that took charge without thinking, yet she was putty in his hands whenever he took control of her in private.

Rick plunged two fingers into her soft center, stroking generously as her moans echoed through the shower. After warming her up, he replaced his fingers with his hungry mouth. He licked and sucked at her opening, one hand gripping her ass, the other kneading her breast.

"Hold still," he warned her between licks. All she could do was continue to pant, as she was right on the edge of release.

"Rick. Rick. Oh my god." Her legs trembled as she came. He lapped up her juices, completely aroused by her taste. He stood up and nibbled at her ear. "You're so damn sexy. Come here."

He grabbed her hand as she stalked towards him, her knees feeling as unsteady as a newborn deer. When she reached him, her free hand gripped at the nape of his neck wantonly thanking him with a deep kiss. He knew he couldn't stop himself once she started sucking on his tongue. He lifted her up by her thighs and pressed her back against the wall, swiftly entering her warm center.

Her moans grew even louder as he groaned, pumping endlessly in and out of her. She held onto his neck with all her might, she was sure this was going to be the way she died. Her eyes rolled back, hypnotized by the sound of their wet skin slapping together. Rick's legs began to feel weak as his impending explosion came to a build. He gripped her thighs tighter as he picked up speed.

Michonne's mouth fell ajar as a soft cry escaped her throat. Her walls clenched, setting forth Rick's release of his hot seed inside her. One after another he placed her feet back down, their breaths slowing down to their normal pace.

After thoroughly washing each other's bodies, the two climbed into their new bed. It didn't matter that the sun had barely gone down, a full night's rest was rare for Rick and Michonne and they were going to take full advantage of their mini vacation at the Kingdom.

A/N: Next we'll see how the Kingdom is preparing for the birthday celebration.