Thanks for all your support with the reviews, comments, favs and follows. i appreciate all of you who continue to take the journey that my crazy imagination goes on at times. I think I need to sleep more. lol. Anyway, here is the next part of my fluffy, smutty Richonne story. Be forewarned, this tale is rated 'M' for a reason.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Rick looked over Savannah who seemed to be engrossed in a through examination of the food on her plate. "Why aren't you eating Princess? You usually love when I make cheeseburgers on the grill."

"I do love it daddy. I was just wondering if cheeseburgers are date food."

Rick coughed, choking on the bite he'd just taken and reaching for his water. "Date food? What do you mean by date food? Do you even know what a date is?"

"A date is when a boy that likes you, takes you out and buys you food," Savannah answered. "John says that when are older he's going to take me out on a date cause I'm so beautiful."

He put is own burger down and ran his hand over his face. 'When did six year olds start talking about going on dates?' He closed his eyes and let out a controlled breath before asking his next question. If Savannah said Auntie Sasha or Uncle Abe he was going to make a phone call. "Who told you what a date was baby? And who's this John?"

His daughter chewed the bite she had just taken and took a sip of her juice as if she knew the wait was driving her father crazy. "Mommy told me what a date was a looong time ago when you guys used to go out and Beth would watch me. She said it was date night, where people who like each other go out to eat together. Mommy also said that you liked her so much that you would buy her whatever she wanted."

"Mommy was right like she always is. I'll give your mommy the moon if she asks for it. You too," he said flicking her nose causing Savannah to giggle and flash her bright smile that currently resembled that of a Jack-o-lantern. "Now who is John?"

"Daddy you know John! His family just moved here from where Disneyland is. They live down the street,," she scolded her daddy for not remembering. "What did you and mommy eat on your first date?"

"Oh steaks and lobsters. It cost a whole lot of money. John will have to wait until he's your daddy's age before he can afford to take you out on a date," Rick answered smugly, knowing that what he'd just told his daughter couldn't be further from the truth.

Thanksgiving week seven and a half years ago.

"Hurry up Maggie! We're going to hit traffic!" Michonne called up to one of her teammates and best friends. "Sorry guys. You'd think that she wasn't going to be coming back here in less than a week."

"It's no problem," Daryl replied walking towards the door. "I'll just tell Rick it'll be a few more minutes."

Daryl jogged down the stairs and outside to where his best friend was rearranging the luggage in the back of the SUV. "What's the hold up? We're already starting later than we thought we'd be and we still need to pick up Glenn."

"Maggie isn't finished packing yet," Daryl said rolling his eyes. "'Chonne said not much longer but then again that was five minutes ago."

"That's just great." Rick slammed the door causing Daryl to look at him.

"What's wrong with you? If anyone should be upset it's me. I gotta be in a car with Glenn and Maggie bein' all loved up and shit while you give Michonne heart eyes in the mirror. It'll be like a goddamn romance novel for ten hours," the self proclaimed redneck pouted out.

Rick, Daryl, Michonne, Maggie and Glenn had all agreed to drive back to Georgia together for Thanksgiving to save on gas, making it a fun senior year road trip. Daryl and Rick would be going back to Kings County, Michonne to Buckhead and Maggie and Glenn to her parents farm, an hour southwest of Atlanta. "You're just mad Sasha flew up to New York to watch Tyrese play the Giants on Thanksgiving and you couldn't go. And I won't be giving Michonne any type of eye. I think she just likes to torture me."

Since their initial meeting at the athletic complex, Rick, Michonne and the rest of the crew had become a close group. It wasn't hard since half of them were teammates and/or roommates. Sasha, Michonne and Rosita were always over at Rick, Daryl and Abe's since Abe and Rosita were dating as were Sasha and Daryl now. Michonne and Rick, however, were at a standstill with Michonne declaring she was way too busy to date anyone. Of course that didn't stop her from sitting on Rick's lap, running her fingers in his hair or touching him anytime he was around.

"Maybe she does. I can't believe that they two of you ain't even kissed yet. The way she looks at you, I was sure you'd get it in before Glenn did with Maggie," Daryl said now laughing and forgetting about the long drive.

"I'm glad that me livin' in blue ball hell makes you smile brother," Rick retorted, his pout now mirroring the one Daryl had wore earlier. It's not like girls didn't hit on him all the time because they did. He didn't want any of those girls though. He wanted Michonne and was patient enough to wait even though it was getting harder by the day.

At that moment Michonne and Maggie walked out the door. "Sorry Rick! I just couldn't make up my mind on what to take home. Especially with havin' to meet up with Michonne in Atlanta to go clubbing one night. You guys are going to meet up with us too right?" Maggie said her accent in over drive as she handed Rick her bags.

"I don't know Maggie. We haven't seen my parents or friends in awhile," Rick said putting her bags in the back. "Gotta make sure we spend time with them too."

"You so should come! Michonne's aunt is letting us use her condo in the heart of the city of that night. Oh and Sasha is flying down too Daryl! I can't wait to tell Glenn," Maggie shrieked, climbing in the rear passenger side.

Michonne strolled toward Rick and handed him her bags. "You should come Rick. I love to dance and lord knows I have been wanting to see your moves for months," she said seductively, a mischievous glint in her warm brown eyes. She took her hands and fixed the collar of his jacket before running her hands down his chest. "Let me know if you change your mind," she whispered in his ear, allowing him to smell her familiar honey and vanilla scent, before she turned at walked to the driver's side to get into the back seat. Opening the door, she turned and gave him a wink before jumping in.

Rick finished loading the bags and shut the back before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, willing his heart beat to slow down. Daryl was right; it was indeed going to be one long drive.

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"I can't believe that rain out there! It's like a hurricane or somethin'. I gotta call daddy and make sure he knows what's goin' on," Maggie said pulling off her rain soaked jacket and letting it fall to the floor.

It was 8 pm and the group was currently in a hotel somewhere in North Carolina. Between the traffic and weather it had taken then ten hours to get this far when it normally would've taken six. They decided to call it a night, stay at a Marriott to get a good nights sleep and leave out as early as the weather would let them. Michonne and Maggie were in one room, while the boys occupied another next door.

"I'm going to take a shower. I feel gross," Michonne replied walking towards the bathroom leaving a trail of wet clothes in her wake. She'd already talked to her parents who agreed with their decision to get off the road. "See what time the bar downstairs closes would you?"

Twenty minutes later the girls met the guys down stairs at the sports bar. "Guess what? College students get half off if you have your student ID," Daryl called when he saw the ladies enter the restaurant.

"Does that include shots because I think we should celebrate the fact that we made here in one piece," Michonne said sliding down at the table next to Maggie. "What you say Rick? You down to do some shots?"

Rick looked her straight in the eyes as if challenging her. "Sure I'm down. In fact, I'll buy the first round," he said handing his debit card to the server and earning a "Hell yea" from Glenn and Daryl.

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"Next bulls-eye wins cowboy," Michonne said as she stepped to the line. Daryl and Glenn were currently engaged in a game of pool with Maggie watching while Michonne and Rick were battling over at the dartboard.

"I bet you that I get a bull on my next turn," Rick said taking a drink from his jack and coke.

Michonne faced him, eyebrow raised. "I'm intrigued. It took you eight chances to hit the last one. What are the stakes?"

"If I hit the bull, you let me kiss you. If I don't then I pay for your whole tab the next time we all go out." Two shots and few drinks in, Rick was emboldened to finally make the move on Michonne. Not to mention that her strutting around in her tight black yoga pants and yellow crop top was turning him on to no end. "What d'ya say?"

She gave him the once over and stuck out her hand. "Deal Rick. I hope you have plenty of money on that card because I can drink," Michonne said finishing her current Goose and Tonic while signaling for another round. She then proceeded to miss the target in her turn. "Remember you have to get a bull on this dart," she reminded him as she handed him the darts.

"I said next turn not dart. But it doesn't matter anyway. I got this," he replied confidentiality, taking the darts from her hand, letting their fingers linger together for a few minutes longer than necessary. Rick the turned around, aimed and struck the target dead center. He threw his hand up in the air in triumph, letting the sticks fall to the ground.

"How about that? Looks like you owe me a kiss," he growled walking over to her, his cerulean eyes blazing as he grabbed her hand and pulled Michonne to him. He brushed a dread back from her face, caressing his thumb against her cheek as his eyes moved down to her mouth before moving back to meet her eyes. "And seeing as that was a double bull, I think I should get a double rewarded. What you say Michonne?"

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"Mmmmmm," Michonne moaned tasting herself as Rick slid his tongue into her mouth. She'd agreed when Rick had declared his reward should be doubled since he hit a double bulls-eye and all. The fire that blazed in his eyes told her that whatever he had in mind would definitely be worth it.

Rick had kissed her softly on the lips, murmuring "That doesn't count. Wait here," before walking over to Daryl, Glenn and Maggie. What ever he said caused them all to smile. He slapped Daryl on the back then went over to bar and closed out their tab, finally arriving back in front of Michonne two bottles of water in hand. "You ready?"

"Where are we going?" she asked confused and excited at the same time.

"I know you don't think our first kiss is going to be in a bar with our friends staring at us? We're going to your room," he answered matter of factly as he pulled her to the elevator and pressed the up button.

"We have to go up to my room just for a kiss? I hope you don't think that I'm going to have sex with you tonight. We haven't even been on a date."

"First, I get kisses not a kiss. Second, who said anything about sex? I was thinking we could just talk for a little bit. Is that okay? If not then we'll go back down stairs or I'll be so embarrassed that I'll just go to my room and go to bed," his sparkling blue eyes locked on hers, causing her heart to beat out of control as they stood outside of the room she was sharing with Maggie.

Pulling out her room card, she nodded at him. "Well, I don't want to kiss you in front of Maggie or Glenn. That's all I'd hear about for the rest of my life! As long as you know you aren't getting any, I guess you can come in," she smiled as she opened the door.

Both of them kicked off their flip flops before walking further into the room. "So kiss first or talk first?" Michonne asked turning to face him.

Rick wrapped his arms around her slim waist bringing them closer, her hands laying against his chest. "Kisses first, talking later," he said quietly against her lips before bringing them gently together. They lingered, lips touching until Rick pulled back to see Michonne's eyes were still closed. He smiled, moving back to kiss her again this time more passionately, eventually sliding his tongue across her lips, seeking permission which she granted. They both groaned as he reveled in the taste of her; it was a little like the shots and alcohol they had just consumed but also sweet. Michonne moved her arms, locking them behind his head and threading her fingers through his hair as his hands moved down her back, one pressing her to him while the other settled on her ass and squeezed.

"Rick, this is more than two kisses," she whispered as his mouth moved down her long neck and across her shoulders.

"Once again, I said kisses Michonne. I never said how many and neither did you. Besides, I haven't kissed the place I want to the most," he whispered in her ear. He then nipped a spot just below making a shiver to run through her body. His hand moved from her butt, a finger tracing the band of her yoga pants. "Can I still kiss you 'Chonne?" he questioned, his breath hot against her neck as he awaited her answer.

"Yes. Keep kissing me Rick," she managed to get out, seconds before he brought his lips to hers once more. He loved the feel of her plump, soft lips, the strength of her silky tongue, the taste of her mouth but he was in the mood to taste another part of her so he pulled away with one last peck to her lips. He settled on his knees in front of her, smelling her arousal through the cotton and spandex material. Hooking his fingers at the sides, he rolled her pants down over her hips, bringing them down to her ankles.

"Are these the same panties you were wearin' the first time I saw you?" he asked, gazing at the scant white fabric covering his final destination.

"Ummm hmmm," is all Michonne could get out as he pressed his nose against her crotch, his nose brushing against her pulsing clit, breathing in the smell of her. Slowly he removed the last barrier that separated her womanhood from him. Wetness covered her inner thighs, a sign that she was a turned on as he was. As Michonne stepped out of the clothes pooled around her feet, Rick grabbed her leg and put it over his shoulder. He looked up to see her staring down at him. Leaning forward, he swiped his tongue against her hot swollen lower lips still looking her in the eyes.

The taste of her in his mouth caused him to snap his eyes shut. She was like a mixture of summer peaches and pineapple with a hint of tanginess that he couldn't place. The combination was delicious and he couldn't get enough as he tongued his way through her folds. He laved her gently, occasionally grazing her clit with his nose; he would be there soon enough. Rick proceeded to thrust his tongue in her hole repeatedly, essentially fucking her with it, causing Michonne's hips to buck against his face as he squeezed her ass.

"Take off your shirt and lie on the bed 'Chonne," he commanded, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled off his own jacket and tee shirt. Rick was surprised that she followed his instructions without so much as a peep but he was happy for it. He was ready to bring her to her knees in ecstasy.

Bringing his head between her legs again, he used his thumbs to part her folds, exposing her pearl to him. It was fully exposed from its hood, stiff and waiting for his touch. He gently blew on it, the warmth of his breath making her shiver. He did it again causing her let out a frustrated whimper. Rick chuckled as he kissed all around it before touching her bundle with a firm, quick lick making her hips jerk up off the bed.

"Oh Rick," Michonne keened as he traced tight circles against her clit. After a few minutes of dedicating all his efforts to her bundles of nerves, he slowly slid one finger into her, pumping it in and out at a leisurely pace. Feeling her legs begin to shake around his head he added another digit, moving them in time with the ever increasing thrust of her hips. Her breath was coming out in sharp pants now as one hand gripped the covers below her the other pressing his head firmly to her pulsating sex. Rick captured her pearl between his lips and tongue, sucking as his fingers curled forward, hitting the spot that sent Michonne barreling into oblivion. "FUCK! GRIMES!" she shouted as she came, flooding Rick's mouth.

"Mmmm," he moaned into her, the vibrations prolonging her orgasm. He slowed down the thrust of his hand, languidly kiss and licking her vagina until her tremors subsided. Rick pulled out his fingers and cleaned her up with his mouth before sliding up her body and kissing her slowly but deeply, allowing her body to calm down.

"Did you enjoy my kiss?" he asked, pulling back, a cocky grin on his face.

Michonne looked into his eyes that were still clouded over in lust. "I did indeed. Best first kiss I've ever had. I can taste myself in your mouth."

"Then you know how delicious you are," he drawled, bringing the fingers that were still sticky with her desire up to his mouth and sucking.

"You're incorrigible." She wiped his face of her essence, her thumb ghosting along his jaw and goatee.

"You're beautiful," Rick answered back as he lowered his head to kiss her again, grinding his hard as steel member against her stomach. Even though he wanted to, he wouldn't pressure her to have sex with him. Simply getting Michonne off had been his objective and he'd succeeded in spades.

So he was pleasantly surprised when she began to tug his basketball shorts and underwear down over his butt and down his legs. "We don't have to do anythang else 'Chonne. I didn't go down on you because I expected somethang in return. I did it because I wanted to. I'm fine."

"You're not fine. I mean you are fine but this," she reached down and palmed him through his shorts, causing a hiss to escape his mouth. "This needs tending to." She pulled him down to give him another kiss before breaking away. "I know you didn't expect anything Rick, which is why were going to do this thang."

Rick searched her eyes and face for any sign that she was teasing but found none. Giving her one last peck he stood up, and pulled his wallet from his shorts, removing a condom from it. Placing the wallet and condom on the nightstand, he drug his shorts and underwear down his narrow hips before letting them drop to the floor, his eyes never leaving hers. He was happy when she saw her gaze drift down to his hard, erect manhood, her eyes rounding and a grin slowly spreading across her face at what awaited her. He'd been told he was blessed in the penis department by a few girls and had seen it with his own eyes over the years in locker rooms. But the way Michonne was looking at him as he rolled the condom down over his length made his pride swell.

Moving back over to the bed he settled between her thighs, a place he was beginning to want to spend the rest of his days. He moved his cock through her folds, coating it in her juices before settling at her entrance. "Are you sure?" he asked one more time, placing his hands on either side of her head. Michonne's answer was to lift her hips, allowing his tip to slide in. "Oh my god."

Closing his eyes Rick inched forward slowly both him and Michonne groaning in unison until he was completely sheathed inside her. He stilled, the feeling of her hot, wet, tight cunt all around him overwhelming his senses. Knowing he needed time to adjust, Michonne pecked at his mouth before pulling him down to her and deepening their kiss. After a few minutes she began to rock her hips, encouraging him to move. He slid his hips slowly backward before thrusting back in.

"Ugh!" Michonne cried.

"Are..are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Rick asked, worry taking over his expression.

She shook her head. "No. It feels great. You're just…well, you're bigger than I'm used to."

Rick kissed her softly, "I'll be gentle. I promise."

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Daryl looked at his watch. "Well, it's been a hour and they're not back yet. Looks like you're sleeping in our room Maggie."

"What do you think they're talking about that could take this long?" Glenn asked taking a sip of his beer. "What?" he asked after seeing the look Daryl gave him.

"Man are you stupid or somethin'? They ain't talkin'. They're fuckin!'" Rick's bestie said incredulously.

The realization hit Glenn like a ton of bricks but it made sense. Rick didn't talk to a lot of people and the group was always teasing him about Michonne when she wasn't around. "Guess they decided to take advantage of our unexpected detour."

"I have got to tell Sasha," Maggie squealed grabbing her phone, her thumbs furiously typing as she sent the text. "Oh and I'm most definitely sleeping in your room. Wild horses couldn't make me sleep in my room tonight."

"Bartender, another round of shots please," Daryl called. Once they all had their drinks, Daryl raised his in a toast. "Here's to my best friend Rick Grimes and Michonne finally getting their freak on!"

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"Harder Rick! Harder," Michonne gasped her nails digging into his back as he moved in her with deep rhythmic thrust. He had propped her leg up on his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her. "Oh my fucking god! You feel so good! So big!"

Sweat dripped down from him onto her body that was glistening from her own perspiration. He bit her leg trying to hold on, a familiar sensation coiling in his belly. Michonne had already had one orgasm since he'd entered her but he was determined to give her another one. Something to think about when she was at home eating Thanksgiving dinner with her family. Hopefully she would still feel it too.

She felt incredible, her warm pussy gripping him every time he surged back into her heat. Her breast bouncing against his chest as his penetrations propelled her up the bed. The feeling of the pain her teeth caused as she bit his shoulder to muffle her screams during her first release.

He removed the leg from his shoulder, hitching both around his waist before grinding roughly against her with powerful circular thrust. He felt her walls began to flutter and clamp around him, causing a tingling sensation at the base of his spine. "Cum for me Michonne. One more time. I know you want to," he gritted out as he felt her warmth rush over him, coating his legs, balls and sheet below. "That's it baby."

"Riiick," she cried throwing her head back, her head stretched towards the headboard, her body quaking beneath him.

Rick began to pound into her viscously, his movements erratic as his balls contracted, settling tight against his body. He felt himself swell before he came, his load shooting forcefully into the condom. "Fuck! Michonne. Damn it." He continued to rut into her as stream after stream left his body. When he was finally done he collapsed onto her, both of them struggling to catch their breath.

Pulling out, he rolled onto his back. Reaching over he grabbed some tissues from the night stand, slowly and carefully removing the condom. He tied it off before dropping it into the trash. Rick slid back into to bed, covering them with the sheet then turning to look at Michonne who was leaning on her elbow watching him.

"So much for not having sex before we going out on a date," she chuckled, brushing back a curl that was plastered to his damp forehead.

"I don't know. Maybe this was our first date. I mean we ate, we drank, we talked. Just because we didn't go to some fancy dinner doesn't mean that what we did tonight wasn't a date."

Michonne stared into his crystal blue eyes and he stared back into her coffee-colored ones. She bent down and captured his lips in a kiss. "You have a point. I guess this was our official first date."

"And what did you think of it 'Chonne?" he questioned with a grin.

"It was okay."

"Really just okay?" he replied, starting to tickle her until she gasped for air. He pulled her against him, kissing her forehead. "Just okay, huh?"

Michonne kissed his chest. "It was more than okay Rick. Like our first kiss, this date was the best first date I've ever had."

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So...for those of you who will continue to read this story a question: I had planned on this story being mostly from Rick's perspective. Should I continue this way or would you like to see Michonne's view on the events that lead them to their life with Savannah?