So here's the latest one shot featuring my main man Rick Grimes. One of the Dixon brothers will be next, but I'm not sure on which one yet so stayed tuned. Thanks to all of you who read, reviewed, followed, and favorited last chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this update. This topic's been done before, but I figured I could put my own spin on it. I wrote this one from more of Rick's POV instead of Layla's so hopefully that's not confusing to anyone. Let me know what you think!

Rick-Nocturnal Creatures

He'd said he could smell her before he even set eyes on her. Her arousal was so evident his nostrils had picked up the scent like a bloodhound. He couldn't sleep and felt restless from the day's chores. He was walking the rows of cells, making sure everyone and everything was safe and accounted for. Her cell had a thin sheet as a make shift door and an edge of the sheet had fallen to reveal her in bed. The moon casted a blue-gray tint to the cell and he could just make out her form under the worn blankets. He made no immediate observations and continued to move along when he'd heard the smallest of moans penetrate the silent night air. It was so faint he thought perhaps he'd been mistaken, but when he heard another he knew it was reality.

He'd stopped moving and focused on hearing that sound again. At first he was afraid it was a sound made in pain or fear, but upon hearing the sound again and combining it with that distinct sweet smell he knew what it was and who it was coming from. He stepped back into the shadows and watched through the thin sheet and cell bars as if he were a predator stalking its prey. She was barely moving, but he could see she was on her back and her hands were plunged under the blanket on top of her. He could see the slightest movement coming from under the fabric. As he watched her, his suspicions were confirmed as one of her hands removed themselves from the blanket and palmed one of her clothed breast. He turned away. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He knew this was wrong. It was invasive and slightly perverted. He made a move to walk away, but something stopped him. She sighed, loudly and with a hint of irritation. He froze as he saw her eyes open and she started to shift the blankets off her form. He felt the panic rise up inside him and struggled to form a logical excuse as to why he was loitering outside her cell with a severe hard on. He didn't want to embarrass her or himself, but at this point he didn't see any way around it.

She got up from her bunk and adjusted her black tank top and grey sweats. He watched as she pushed her long, dark hair out of her face and moved to put on her boots. He took that as his chance to get away and moved along the wall in the dark, careful to not make a sound. He realized he wouldn't make it back to his cell before she came out of hers. He decided to turn around and act as if he was just now walking the row of cells. Just as he did, she came out of her cell with a flashlight. They both locked eyes and stared at each other as the seconds passed by. They moved closer together so as not to disturb the others and spoke in whispers.

"I was just checkin' on everyone. Couldn't sleep." He provided by way of explanation. She nodded and wrapped her arms around her form, looking as if she was suddenly very aware that her tank top did little to conceal her bra underneath. He'd already taken notice to that fact. "Yeah me either. I was gonna go use the bathroom." She waved the flashlight and her hunting knife that he hadn't noticed was clutched in her other hand. "I'll go with ya. Not a good idea to go alone." He suggested. She was already shaking her head before he could get the last of his sentence out. "You don't have to Rick. I'll be fine."

"It's alrigh'. I want to."

She conceded and they both started to walk out of the cell block and into the tombs. They said nothing as they walked together. He'd been able to get his hard on to go down, but it was by no means gone. He didn't understand why he'd insisted on going with her. The things he was thinking were beyond what he felt he could offer her, but he found himself wanting to. Like her, he wanted a release. He wanted to feel again. His head and heart weren't in the right space for that, but his body was screaming at him to do something about it. He felt the self doubt creep in. He didn't know if she wanted him. He wasn't confident in that fact. He couldn't just pounce on her and expect her to reciprocate. He'd always noticed her, of course he had, but what the fuck could he do? He lost his wife. He had a son and infant to look after, not to mention this group.

His thoughts ceased as they came to the doors of the bathrooms. She looked over to him expectantly and he immediately found his voice again. "I'll wait out her for you. Yell if ya need me." She only smiled in return and disappeared behind the large double doors. He leaned against the wall and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He made sure to listen for any unusual sounds as he waited for her to finish up. Suddenly, the door opened and Layla's body filled the space. She only stuck her head out and turned to meet his questioning gaze.

"I'm gonna hang out here. You can go on back." She offered no other words of explanation and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Everythin' alrigh'?" It was dark, but he could make out that she suddenly seemed embarrassed. She shrugged and looked down as she spoke. "Girl stuff." She said and he found himself not believing her. She went to shut the door but he put his hand against the wood and stopped its movement. She snapped her eyes up to meet his. She was hiding something and he had a feeling he knew what it was. "I don't really feel comfortable leavin' you down here alone Layla. Ya sure everythin's alrigh'? Nothin' I can help you with?" He'd meant to use those words and he watched as her eyes studied his face in the dark, trying to decipher if she'd heard him correctly. He'd made his voice significantly lower and he noticed she was fidgeting with the end of her tank top.

"I don't think this is anything you could help me with Rick."

"Is it about why you can't sleep?" He asked suddenly. She bit her lip and he could tell she was both nervous and uncomfortable. She shrugged her shoulders again and avoided his gaze.

"Sort of."

He supposed it was her clear display of nerves and evident arousal that made him surge with confidence. He'd known Layla for awhile now and she was by no means a shy woman. She spoke her mind when she felt like it, but wasn't aggressive or abrasive about it. He'd liked that about her. He respected that. So seeing her like this was new to him and he admittedly reveled in it. She was a beautiful woman and he couldn't fight his basic primal instinct of wanting to use her body. He let his eyes go down to the hint of cleavage that was showing from the top of her tank top, but he hadn't been quick enough. He'd met her eyes again and something had shifted in the air around them. She was watching him closely and he knew she could feel it too.

He moved closer to her and lowered his head down towards her. She made no movements, but just watched him as her breathing quickened. "Are you lyin' to me?" He asked. She was caught off guard and didn't answer for a long moment. When she did her voice was just a whispered breath. "Why would I lie?" He moved his mouth towards her ear and hovered just above the skin there. "I saw you." He stated simply. He felt her shiver and tense at his words. She pulled away from him and studied his expression. He remained serious, never breaking eye contact with her.

When she moved and took a step into the bathroom he made his move. He lunged at her and pulled her to him. She went to protest, but he covered his mouth over hers before she could. She didn't respond to him and he found himself kissing her harder. Layla pulled her mouth away from his and tried pushing him back. He ignored her. Her voice cut through the empty halls as he kept his lips attached to her neck. "Rick! What're you doing?" Her voice was low, but frantic. He pulled himself away from her reddening neck and brought his lips back to hers. This time she responded as tongues soon started to clash. They both pulled away when the need for air became overwhelming. He moved her fully into the bathroom and he followed so the doors could shut behind them. She'd distanced herself from him slightly and he moved to pull her to him again. She put her hand up to defer his advance. "What are you doing Rick?" Her voice was calmer now as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. He stepped towards her and she took a small step back. He kept advancing on her until her back met the wall. Her eyes told Rick everything he needed to know. She wanted this. There was no fear in her eyes. He buried himself into her neck again and trapped her with his arms against the wall.

"I can smell you Layla." He emphasized his point by inhaling deeply against her skin. He met her eyes and she looked stunned. He lowered his lips to brush slightly against hers as he spoke. "I could smell you in your cell. Then I heard you, and then I watched you. Now I want to feel you. Taste you." His mouth was near her ear again and he let one of his hands skim across her breasts as his tongue darted out to taste the skin of her neck. He bit the spot lightly and he heard her moan loudly.

"But won't this mess things up?" Her voice was strained as she spoke and he continued his ministrations with his hands and mouth all over her body. "Not tonight. Don't think." He demanded. She needed no more convincing. Her hands were suddenly roaming all over his body as they met in a series of heated kisses. He pushed her into the wall with his hips and they both moaned at the contact. Without warning he let his hand wander down to the waistband of her sweatpants and dive underneath the fabric. He was met with warm, smooth skin all the way to his destination. She wore no underwear and he felt his pants get impossibly tight at the discovery. He immediately added two fingers to her dripping heat and she automatically pulled away from his mouth and cried out at the intrusion.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd taken control of a woman like this, maybe never he thought. It was beyond anything he could grasp and he felt as if he was having an outer body experience. His lust was taking over and it was all consuming as he helped himself to the woman before him. She was putty in his hands as he worked her over. She grabbed and tugged at him as she writhed with pleasure from his ministrations. He wanted to make her cry out. He wanted her to call out his name and beg for him.

"Is this what you were gonna do to yourself Layla?" He asked as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. She bit her lip and moaned, but didn't answer. He pressed his thumb roughly against her and the action caused her cry out. "Was it?" He asked again. This time she answered him. "Yes." She said breathlessly. He felt her hand reach out and start to stroke his hard on and he jerked within the confines of his jeans. He suddenly pulled his hand out of her sweats and tasted his fingers coated in her juices. She watched as he licked them clean and he fought back a smirk when he noticed her squeeze her thighs together. He lifted her tank top up and she helped him take it off along with her bra and sweatpants. He remained clothed as he pulled her to him again and led her to a shower bench. He made her sit down as she looked up at him questioningly. He lowered himself to his knees in front of her and took her legs in his hands. He was assaulted with the scent of her and he wasted no time in delving into her folds.

She clawed at his back and pulled at his hair as he assaulted her with his mouth and tongue. He slowly licked her and observed the way she had her head thrown back in pleasure and her arms shook with the weight of holding herself up. Her perfect breasts heaved with heavy breaths as the heels of her feet dug into his back urging him deeper inside of her. He gave in to her requests and slid his fingers back inside of her. Her climax was sudden and powerful as she shook around him. She was sobbing in pleasure as the waves rolled over her. He pulled away when she'd stopped shaking and stood up to remove his shirt, pants, and shoes. She only watched as he undressed, waiting for what he wanted from her next. He pulled her off the bench and sat in the spot she'd occupied. He started to stroke himself as Layla stood in front of him. He watched her eyes trail down his body to his dick and he felt himself twitch in response. He worked himself the way he always did. Slow and steady at first. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling and Layla's heated gaze. He opened his eyes suddenly when he felt a smaller hand join his. Layla was on her knees in front of him now. Her small hand was stroking him lightly and her mouth encased the tip of him. He groaned aloud and felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. It had been years since he'd had a decent blow job. He moved his hand away and let her take the lead. Her hand and mouth worked in unison as she increased her movements. He felt the smallest amount of liquid at the tip and he'd opened his eyes just in time to see Layla hungrily lick it away. He jerked in her mouth and couldn't help himself from tangling his hands in her dark tresses.

Her mouth was pure bliss. He could feel his end nearing, but he didn't want it to end this way. He had to be inside her. He roughly pulled her up and met her in a harsh kiss. Their naked chests met and he growled low in his throat at the contact. He heard her whimper when he bit her lip gently. They broke apart and Rick wasted no time in standing up and pulling her with him.

"Wrap your legs around me." He husked out. Layla complied and let him pick her up as she wrapped herself around his waist. He felt his eyes nearly roll with pleasure when their lower regions met. Both were beyond ready for a release. He walked them back to the wall and pressed her up against it as he bit and kissed her naked chest. He felt her line herself up with his arousal and he paused before he plunged into her.

"I'll have to pull out."

"Please..." She pleaded breathlessly. He immediately thrust into her and he let his head fall to her shoulder as she moaned, loudly. He kissed his way up to her ear and bit her lobe roughly.

"You gotta to be quiet Layla."

She nodded mutely as she struggled to move and create friction between them. Rick gave in to her impatience and pounded into her relentlessly. This was no time to go slow and steady. They both needed this release and it needed to be rough and powerful. He felt her nails dig into his back and he groaned at the pain that radiated off his skin.

"Rick."

His name sounded so good flowing off her lips and he thrust harder into her to hear her say it again. She felt so good around him. She felt warm and tight as she pulled him further inside of her. He could feel her walls fluttering slightly and he moved away from the wall and carried her back to the bench. He laid her down and watched himself continue to disappear inside her. He let his hands grasp at her breasts as he sucked viciously at her neck. He felt her clutch him tightly and he cursed at the sensation. He watched as she came with such a force he'd thought her back would snap. She was practically sobbing as wave after wave of her climax washed over her. He could see and feel her release around her thighs and coating him. He groaned at the smell and the fact that he'd done that to her. He'd been the one to make her come like that. He couldn't help the male pride that soared through him. Watching her through hooded lids come down from her high had his release taking him unexpectedly. He hastily pulled out of her and finished all over Layla's naked form. He could hear her moan as he let his seed spill onto her milky skin.

He collapsed on top of her and they both struggled to get their breathing under control. He moved off of her and over to the pile of towels in the corner. He grabbed a clean one and wiped himself off. He went to Layla, still laid out on the bench and cleaned her up as well. He saw her blush and he smirked at the unnecessary response.

"Thanks." She said shyly. He nodded, not trusting his voice and gathered up hers and his clothes. They both got dressed in silence. When they were both back to normal, essentially, they walked out of the showers together and back towards the cell block. Rick stopped her just outside the cell block and whispered lowly to her. "You should sleep fine now. Night." He moved past her and into his own cell. Layla stood dumfounded for a moment before she walked to her own cell and did exactly what he'd said. Slept. Peacefully.