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"You want to lift your elbow up and thrust, using your entire upper body for momentum. Twisting back as far as you can."

Michonne and the other students mimicked Sheriff Deputy Rick Grimes' movements as he taught them how to strike an attacker, should they be ambushed on the street.

The Sheriff's Department of King County offered free self defense classes in town and Michonne was persuaded to go by her new friend, Maggie Greene. She met Maggie at the supermarket shortly after moving here from Atlanta. She was very personable and friendly which drew Michonne in immediately. All of her friends and family were far away in the city, so when she brought up the idea of the two of them taking one of the self defense classes, she jumped on the opportunity for some good friendly bonding time. It was not until Michonne got to the class that she received a call from Maggie bailing, due to some family drama with her sister Beth, so Michonne found herself in class alone with a bunch of older woman looking to learn how to defend themselves.

"So, how about a volunteer to demonstrate what we just learned?"

Rick scanned the class. It was small, about twenty women, no men. It was not specifically designed just for women, it just so happens to turn out that way. Most of them were in their upper fifties and sixties. Gray haired and concerned about walking home alone. Though King County is small, they do have their fair share of street punks. Rick continued to look around the room. The women in the front all had their hands up to be called upon but, it was the dark skinned beauty in the back that caught his eye. She was definitely the youngest in the crowd, and looked a little uncomfortable. He did not recall seeing her walk in. She must have come alone.

"How about you?" Rick said pointing to the woman with the dreadlocks.

I thought he said volunteer? Michonne thought.

She smiled through it and made her way to the front of the class. As she approached the front of the room, she noticed how cute her instructor was. He had a strong jawline, shades of a young Paul Newman who, coincidentally, was her childhood crush when she would watch old western movies with her mother. Rick placed his hands on her shoulders, shifting her body and positioning her to face the right side of the room.

"Okay, I am going to pretend to be an attacker and you'll demonstrate what you learned today."

Michonne nodded, readying herself for Rick's attack. He made his move, grabbing her by the waist. Straightaway, Michonne stomped down hard on Rick's foot, then immediately thrusting her right elbow back, she connected with the Deputy's nose.

"Argh!" he grunted as he brought his hands to his nose. Michonne turned around to see the blood oozing though his fingers.

"Oh my God!" she cried, placing her hands over his face and pushing his head up to try and limit the blood flow. "I'm so, so sorry!"

He shook his head to reassure her he was fine. He was far from fine, Michonne could see the tears escape his eyes from the pain. She looked on in horror as some of the other woman in class came over to assist, eventually taking over.

"It's okay." Rick grimaced, as the women placed a towel over his face. "I should have been more specific on what I meant by demonstration."

Michonne was so embarrassed, but she looked at Rick, who was staring back at her now. His mouth was covered, but she could see the softness in his eyes, leading her to believe that his was smiling despite her breaking his nose.

"On the count of three, okay?" An older woman who identified herself as a nurse, was tending to Rick and began to countdown, "One...two...three!" She twisted her hands over the bridge of his nose, resetting it back into place.

"Ahhh!" he cried out, but his nose felt immensely better. The blood flow had stopped and Rick stood up, looking back at Michonne. The look on her face was most amusing to him.

She mouthed a genuine, "I'm Sorry."

He nodded in return and offered her a smile.

"I think that's enough for today. Good work everyone." He said, ending the class. Still lifting his head up and rolling his eyes around, trying to and alleviate the pain. His nose was so red, spreading across his entire face.

That is definitely going to bruise. Michonne thought.

She grabbed her belongings and followed the rest of the women out the door, but before she exited she stopped by Rick who was packing his own things.

"Let me make it up to you." She offered shyly. She genuinely felt terrible about breaking his nose and to just leave would not sit well with her. Especially when she knew he would be really feeling the effects of it later.

Rick looked at the woman with esteem and a hint of curiosity. He could see in her face that she was shook up about, Rick on the other hand, broke his nose more times than he could count.

He offered her a small smile of his own. "Okay."

Six Months Later

Michonne was awakened by a subtle tingling between her thighs. The feeling was indistinct as she blinked her eyes open, the sun already high and shining bright through her window. Her mind slowly becoming clear as a soft moan escaped her. Michonne glanced down to the source of her pleasure to find Rick servicing her underneath the sheets. Michonne closed her eyes again as she submitted to the feeling.

Rick had his hands around her thighs as he spread her legs apart and wide. He started slow, kissing around her outer lips and tracing his tongue around the most delicate of areas.

"Mmmmmmm." She whimpered as Rick explored her velvet center. He lapped up her wetness gradually picking up speed as she wriggled beneath him. He dug his fingers deeper into her thighs preventing her from moving around.

Michonne felt her entire body awakening as Rick continued to indulge in her sweet nectar. She gripped the sheets beside her as he adeptly worked his tongue over her core, skillfully probing deep inside of her.

"Ohhhh God, Rick!"

The sound of her voice was everything he needed to hear as he fucked her with his tongue. He increased his speed as Michonne bucked her hips into his face. Rick stopped his motions causing Michonne to groan, as he smiled against her wetness. Catching his breath, he zeroed in on her clit.

"Fuck, Rick!" she squealed finding her voice as he nibbled, sucked and flicked at her bud.

Michonne's panting elevated, toes curling at the pleasure he is providing. Ready to bring her home, Rick abandoned his right hand on her thigh and inserted two fingers deep into her wetness as he continued to tease her clit.

"Oh..Oh...Uhhhhh!"

Michonne grabbed Rick's hair through the sheets, unable to hold back any longer, she erupted, yielding to her orgasm as her entire body was hit with waves of pleasure.

Rick climbed up her body leaving trails of kisses, reaching the edge of the sheets, he poked his head out from beneath them.

"Good Morning." he smiled, lips still glistening from his morning feast.

"Good morning, indeed!" she breathed out as she tried to regain her wits.

Rick and Michonne have been dating for six months now. Their relationship blossomed after their first encounter at his self defense class. Michonne had taken him out to dinner where they hit it off. They were two kindred spirits, caring and passionate, but both not without their own battle scars. Michonne moved to King County just a couple of weeks before she met Rick. She was a state's attorney, engaged to her now ex-fiance, Mike. Michonne was a hard worker and her job made sure she had plenty of work to go around. Mike, called the wedding off when he felt she was not giving him the attention he thought he needed and deserved. Her breakup caused her to reevaluate where her life was heading. She was losing herself. Though she was good at it, Michonne had no desire in spending the rest of her life alone. She got a small job in King County as a mediator. Although she was taking a huge pay cut, country side living was calmer, and just what she needed.

Rick on the other hand grew up in King County his entire life. He was a divorced father of two. He and his wife, Lori, split up shortly after his youngest was born, after he caught her sleeping with his best friend. While it hurt, Rick was a family man, and he wanted to make it work. They tried for a week, until Lori packed her things, took the children and hit him with divorce papers. To make it as amicable as possible, they decided on joint custody, for the children's benefit. Rick closed himself off emotionally, rarely talking about Lori or his children to anyone, because the pain was still there. Upon meeting, Michonne could sense he was guarded, but there was something about him. For Rick, there was something about her that made him feel safe.

"Time for work." Michonne said, pushing her hips up against Rick, to get him off of her so she could go shower.

"No." Rick said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, tickling her with the stubble from his beard, causing her to giggle.

"Listen you big baby, we could lie here all morning, or we could go in the shower and I can make your good morning even better." Not needing to hear another word, Rick looked up with a large grin lighting up his face.

"Shower it is."

In the kitchen, Michonne placed two pieces of bread in the toaster and started to brew a pot of coffee while Rick finished getting dressed for work.

Rick spent most nights at Michonne's home unless he had his kids with him. It was a little further away from the station, but the extra five minute drive was worth the extra time he spent with her.

Rick walked into the kitchen, his work shirt still open and his pants unbuckled. Michonne glanced at him and chuckled. You would think that since she was the woman, she would take longer to get ready, but it was the complete opposite. Rick spent an enormous amount of time in the bathroom, mostly just brushing his hair. Michonne took in his strong physique, as he began to button his shirt. She made sure to keep away from staring in his eyes or else she would really be late. The toast popped up and Michonne placed it on a tiny plate with strawberry jam, passing it to Rick, as well as a hot cup of coffee, dark and sweet just like he liked it.

"Thanks babe." he said.

"You're very welcome." Michonne replied as she took over, buttoning the last few buttons of his shirt.

"I have new clients coming in today, so I have to leave early." she informed.

Rick's mouth was full of toast so he just nodded in response.

Michonne grabbed her thermos and filled it with coffee for herself.

"Make sure you lock up good when you leave. I know you small town folk don't believe in locked doors, but I'm from the city, and I like my things."

Rick chuckled taking another bite of his toast. "Yes Ma'am."

She walked to him, smoothed out his collar and kissed him softly on the lips. "See ya later, babe."

"Okay." he said, hurrying to finish his mouthful of bread.

Michonne was halfway to the door when Rick pulled her back to him, pulling her in for another kiss, this time longer, stronger and deeper. Michonne felt her knees get weak.

"See ya later." he drawled.

Michonne looked into his lustful blue eyes, already the heat beginning to rise between her legs. She could not wait for later.

At the end of the long mahogany conference table, Michonne sat listening to her clients argue across from each other.

"He slept with my sister! I want the house." Mrs. Davis, soon to be Ms. Davis, was yelling.

"I would not have slept with her if I did not have to beg you for sex every night! Besides, I paid for that house, it's mine!" Mr. Davis retorted.

Michonne had her legal pad in front of her, jotting down random notes, while she listened to the arguments. The Davis' lawyers were each trying to calm their respective clients down.

It was pretty much the same story all the time, someone cheated on someone and now that someone wants the house. Her old job had much more excitement, but this one was far less stressful. Michonne's phone vibrated on the table. She took it, checking who it was under the table as the clients continued to argue about why Mr. Davis cheated.

One new message from Rick.

I think this morning was the best breakfast I ever had, and I'm not talking about the toast.

There was no hiding the smile that was emerging on Michonne's face. She rubbed her thighs together, as she thought about the feeling of Rick's tongue on her body.

Wait, until you see what I've got for dinner. She sent back.

"Ms. Logan?"

Michonne jerked her head up and noticed everyone staring at her.

"Are we interrupting something?" Mrs. Davis' lawyer asked.

"No, No. I'm sorry, I was distracted. So... well, it looks like we still have some work to do, but I don't think we will get anywhere today. I'll look over all of your evidence, and let's say next week Wednesday, I can come up with a proposal that hopefully can work out for the two of you. We want to resolve this with the least amount of trouble as possible."

Agreed, they all stood up, shaking hands with Michonne, leaving her in the conference room alone.

Wait until you see what I've got for dinner.

Rick chuckled and bit his lip when his partner Tommy nudged him on the side.

"Dude, what is so funny?" he whispered pulling Rick's attention away from his text.

Rick looked at his partner who was signaling him with his eyes to look to the front of the room. His commanding officer had paused his briefing to stare at Rick.

"Something you'd like to share, Grimes?" he asked.

"No, Sir." Rick answered trying to hide the grin that was threatening to escape.

He put his phone away and tried to pay attention to the rest of the morning briefing and not have visions of Michonne clouding his head. When the meeting was over all of the officers headed back to their desks to start the day.

Rick made his way over to his station when he noticed someone sitting alongside his desk. The long brown hair recognizable anywhere. As he approached, the woman turned around, with a confident grin on her face.

"Hey Rick."

"Lori."