A/N: I don't know, mate. I wasn't too pleased with the previous chapter because I was sleep deprived when I wrote it; but anyways, this one is shorter and has adult situations! Lemons for everyone!


It is one of the most peculiar feelings to be kissed when you least expect it. Your mind becomes perplexed as you begin to become physically aware of what is occurring. Michonne's head was spinning; she scarcely knew what on earth was happening. One moment ago she and Rick were quietly moving away from the kitchen of the roadhouse so they could continue to make some noise without attracting the attention of the walkers; the next moment her had pulled her roughly to his body and proceeded to kiss her mouth. Michonne hesitated for a brief moment until she had realized what he was doing; he was kissing her. She closed her eyes before parting her lips and meeting Rick's tongue with her own. She then draped her arms over his shoulders and pressed herself flush against him.

He did not need to hold Michonne's head in place as she had responded favourably to his forwardness; Rick then moved his hand from the back of her head and placed both at her round behind. He gave her backside a squeeze before effortlessly lifting her up; Michonne wrapped her legs about his waist as he carried her towards one of the tables and sat her down.

They continued to hungrily capture one another's mouths in an almost frenzied kiss; releasing the pent up frustration with every lap of their clashing tongues. Michonne absentmindedly fumbled with the buckles to both Rick's holster and belt. He removed his gun belt and placed it on a chair without breaking their kiss.

Their breathing became heavier as Rick began to nibble the skin on her neck and worked to undo her belt and zipper. She assisted him in pulling her jeans from off of her hips as she kicked off her boots so that her pants could be removed. Rick impatiently dragged her jeans from her legs and let them fall to the floor as he quickly let his own drop to his ankles; his stiffness was freed and ready to enter her warmth.

Rick caught Michonne's mouth in another messy kiss while he gripped her hips firmly and pulled her closer to him. He used his fingers to search out her opening dipping two inside of her and finding that her body was ready to receive his. He stroked his length several times before pushing into her wetness. It took a brief moment for both of their bodies to adjust to the sensation. Rick felt her deliciously tight walls enveloping his hardness. Michonne felt his cock fill her core in a slightly painful and delightful way.

She wrapped her legs once again around his waist as he began to thrust inside of her; Rick pushed his length in and out as he held Michonne's body close to his. Both letting muffled moans and grunts escape from their throats with every movement. Michonne held tight to his shoulders to steady herself and breathed into his neck. She sucked and bit his skin every time one of his rough thrusts found her sensitive spot, occupying her mouth so as not to call out Rick's name.

Her own name fell from his mouth as a whispered heavy breath; lost in her hair as he tried to stifle each moan by burying his face in her locs. Rick's vigorously and continuously plunged his hardness into Michonne, causing her body to quiver each time he came in contact with her sensitive nub. She tightened her legs around him as she felt her climax quickly approaching. Michonne let her head fall backwards as her pleasure reached its apex; her walls contracting around Rick's manhood. He caught her mouth once again with his own to suppress her loud moan as her orgasm washed over her.

Her throbbing around his sex hastened Rick's own release as Michonne laid back on the table and raised her pelvis so that Rick could push himself deeper inside of her. He gripped her by the hips and thrust his cock into her wet centre again and again and again.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" he moaned until his seed spilled fiercely into her womb and his legs almost gave way.

He held on to the table to steady himself as he fought to catch his breath; Michonne simultaneously trying to right her own breathing. He then removed himself from Michonne and offered her a hand, pulling her up into a sitting position while he quickly and silently tried to draw his pants up. Michonne, equally as hurriedly and quietly found her own discarded jeans and replaced them, then sought out her boots.

They both stole hidden glances at each other as they dressed, but said nothing. Michonne felt a little guilty and confused; she could not order her thoughts so opted to remain quiet. Rick could tell that she was not entirely comfortable now that they had finally given in to their attraction.

"You okay?" he asked after a moment, trying to catch her gaze; she did not look up at him as she nodded.

"Yeah," was all she offered as she finished putting her boots back on and walked over to the window.

"Herd's passed," she then informed Rick and he knew then that she did not want to speak about what had just transpired between them.

Just at that moment, there came five firm raps at the back door of the roadhouse. Both Rick and Michonne looked at each other in a confused manner then proceeded back into the kitchen. Rick placed his hand on the latch, raised his revolver then looked at Michonne. She held her sword in her hand and then nodded to Rick; he opened the door slightly to find Maggie and Daryl standing there. He swung the door open and let them inside.

"What are you two doin' here?" he asked totally surprised that they had just shown up.

"Come to check on your asses," offered Daryl as Maggie went to help Michonne with the haul. "One of the Spotters saw a big herd headed this way. We grabbed a horse and followed along behind 'em. Realized it was only the two of you out here, thought you might've needed some help, but y'all look okay to me."

Daryl noticed that Rick had a fresh mark on his neck, but chose to ignore it and what it could have meant.

"Yeah we decided to wait it out 'til they passed," said Rick, aware that Daryl had noticed his somewhat dishevelled appearance.

"Well, we should get goin' now. I'll ride with you two, and Maggie'll take the horse back," said Daryl as they left the roadhouse and secured the door.

Maggie left first on horseback while Daryl and Rick loaded up the vehicle. Michonne chose to sit in the backseat while Rick drove and Daryl rode up front. The short drive back to the Settlement was awkwardly quiet and Daryl could sense the tension between his two friends.

"Reckon ya got enough stuff to trade?" he asked as he turned his head towards the back of the car.

"I think so," Michonne answered shortly. "Otherwise I might have to give that tent back."

Daryl let out a chuckle while Rick glanced at her in the rear-view mirror.

"Please, I'm sure your little boyfriend will let ya keep it," he joked.

"Fuck off, Dixon! Not you too!" she said unimpressed and pretending to be annoyed.

"What?" Daryl laughed.

"It's the second time I've been teased about him. Have you been talkin' to Carl?" she asked.

"Ain't no need to talk to Lil' Grimes; I can see it for myself. Anyways, y'all get on just fine, don't ya? Sure he won't take it from ya. He's an alright kid from what I can see. What d'ya think, Rick?" Daryl asked.

"I don't think anything 'bout him," said a visibly annoyed Rick Grimes; his Southern accent sounding thicker than usual. "As long as he gives me toilet paper when I need to take a shit, we won't have a problem."

At this, the three companions shared an uproarious laugh and Rick could not help but think that Michonne's small giggle sounded like pure heaven.


A/N: Okay, so I was happier with this chapter for some reason. Maybe it was the adult situations, maybe it was Rick talking about toilet paper! Thanks for reading. More to come!