Authors note:

So a few of you had a couple of questions...last chapter. I hope there answered in this update maybe next one to...In my head I imagined that Hershel is about 6/7. Michonne did know about Maggie's brother but they just never met because of certain circumstances and Rick being married. With the photograph yes Rick was different in the photo then what he is now so she didn't recognize the man in the photos because he 'beefed up' lol.

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A Chance Encounter

Chapter 2

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A few minutes earlier...

Maggie and Rick had pulled up outside of Michonne's home.

"Are you sure this is ok?" Rick asked, as they both stepped out of her red Mini Cooper.

"Yeah, sure it is." Maggie smiled.

"Well she never called so I don't know if this is a good idea."

"It's fine. Just grab your tool box."

Rick went to the boot of her car retrieving the heavy black box. They both walked up the path and Maggie opened the front door with her spare key. Michonne let Maggie have just in case of any emergencies.

"Oh wait, I forgot my phone in the car, wait in the foyer for a second." She said walking half way down the path.

Rick nodded his head stepping inside of Michonne's home.

Maggie went back to her car and she sat in the driving seat. Then that was when Rick heard a noise. It was the start of an engine. He quickly ran outside of the front door. The last thing he seen was the back of a car speeding down the street.

Maggie looked in her wing mirror laughing at Rick, as she sped away.

"Damn it Maggie!" Rick shouted.

"Rick?" He heard his name being shouted. Rick looked back to the house and lowered his head and walked back inside.

"I am in here Rick," Michonne called out, still not able to move her hands from the leaking tap.

She heard his footsteps getting closer as he neared the kitchen.

Rick entered the kitchen, taking in the mess that had before him. Michonne stood over the sink with her hands over the tap, trying to stop any more water from leaking. She was failing miserably.

Michonne wore a white t-shirt and some light blue denim jeans. Those jeans hugged her ass and hips perfectly. She turned slightly to look at him.

He looked down at her now see-through top; nothing was left to the imagination. She could feel him watching her. If she could, she would blush at the way Rick's eyes were drinking her in. Rick licked his lips. He could see her dark areolas through her top. Her nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. He looked further down noticing her toned stomach. Rick hoped Michonne couldn't see the bulge that had now formed in his jeans.

Michonne looked behind Rick and she couldn't see her best friend where was she?

"Where's Maggie?" Michonne asked.

Rick continued to stare.

"Rick!" Michonne said, snapping him from his own thoughts.

"Sorry, Maggie she er drove off."

"She drove off?" Why would she do that? Michonne rolled her eyes knowing what exactly Maggie was up to.

"Yeah, give me a second and I can get that," Rick said, placing the tool box on the floor. He got out the wrench and walked over to her. Rick clasped his hands over hers.

"When I say let go, you can let go," he said, looking down at their hands. He loved the way her skin was the perfect contrast against his.

Michonne nodded. She looked at the side of his face, admiring him.

Rick managed to stop the leak a few minutes later.

"You can let go now," Rick whispered.

He removed his hands from on top of hers.

"Thank you," Michonne said.

"It's ok, no problem. I am glad I could help you," he said, continuing to stare.

Her floor was ruined, he was wet, and she was wet. The feeling Michonne was getting in her throbbing centre was a familiar, but something she hadn't felt in so long.

"I...need to...get us some...towels," She stuttered.

Michonne, turning to retrieve a towel, felt Rick's hand on her arm. He rubbed his thumb over her arm.

"Why didn't you ever call me? Maggie said you asked for my number," Rick softly spoke.

Michonne scoffed. Maggie, typical Maggie, she thought.

"I'm sorry... I should have called I wanted to. It's just that..." Michonne said looking deeply into his clear-as-the-ocean blue eyes.

"It's what Michonne?" He whispered, looking down at her.

"I like you Rick, I do. It's just that I don't want to get hurt...again." Her eyes were full of sadness.

Rick knew from the few bits of information Maggie had shared with him that Michonne had been hurt, in the past, by an ex-boyfriend. This made him angry, but he didn't want to pry.

"Michonne I would never hurt you. I could never do that to you. When Maggie was tellin' me you askin' all these questions about me, I got excited. For the first time in years, someone like you was interested in someone like me." Rick let out a small smile.

"Like you?" she questioned, her eyebrows knitted together.

"Yeah, someone like me. Divorced. Not sure where I am at in life, and you. Your some big fancy lawyer," he chuckled.

She smiled.

Rick closed the gap between them. He loosely wrapped his left arm around her waist. He could smell her fresh, minty breath. Rick looked down at her plump lips. Her chest rose up and down. Rick couldn't help but look at her seductive features. Her long thick black eyelashes that surrounded to her big, brown eyes. Her long braids, tied up in a bun on the top of her head.

He felt the connection between them charge through the air and he couldn't wait any longer. He hoped she could feel it too. He moved his right hand towards her cheek, his thumb lightly brushing over her succulent bottom lip as the fingers of his other hand wrapped around her locs.

Rick leaned forward and Michonne placed her hand on his wrist. Rick kissed her. His lips were soft and warm against Michonne's. Rick pulled away to look at Michonne, her eyes still closed. She licked her own lips, savouring his taste. She wanted more.

Opening her eyes, Michonne moved her hand to his tresses and intertwined her fingers into his curls. She pushed his lips back onto hers. Rick heard Michonne moan and realized that it was the best sound he had ever heard. Their tongues slipped into each other mouths, seeking the other one out.

He moved his hands off her face and backed her up against her kitchen counter. She could feel his erection on her hip as he ground himself into her. Michonne moaned again.

His hands trailed down the front of her body. Rick pulled at the hem of her wet top. They broke away from their kiss as he lifted the item of clothing over her head. It landed somewhere in the pool of water around them.

Rick placed another kiss on her lips, deepening their kiss more. Both of his hands cupped her ass as he squeezed it, hard. He then kept one of his hands on the firmness of her ass, lightly caressing it.

He then spread kisses across her neck. Michonne leaned further back, closing her eyes as one of her hands gripped his waist, her nipples tingling from the contact and anticipation of his mouth. Rick buried his face deep down between the crease of her breasts, coming face to face with her round mounds.

The way her perky breasts sat on her chest…they both looked delicious. He moved both of his hands to her mounds. They weren't too big and fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. Rick squeezed and teased her nipples. He latched on with his mouth, lifting a nipple to his pink, wet lips. He flicked his tongue over the stiff bud, feeling the bumps around her areola as he ran his tongue around it in a circle.

"Oh, Rick that feels so good," Michonne sighed.

Michonne ran her fingers through his hair. She opened her eyes and watched him devour her breasts. She tugged hard when he began to suck her nipple back into his mouth and grazing them with his teeth.

She loosened the grip on his hairline as her hands worked the zipper and the button on his jeans. Rick continued to pay interest to both her breasts. Her slim fingers found the waistband of his boxers and she dragged them down, just enough to free his length. The release of his hard-on from his jeans provided slight relief as Michonne's delicate fingers wrap around his shaft.

Rick pulled back from her breasts. They both look down as she started to make long, slow stokes along his entire length.

"Ohhh...Michonne," Rick said, moving his hips in time with the movement of her hand.

"Take your shirt off Rick!" Michonne demanded.

Rick fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as Michonne continued to work his hardened length. He managed to get the damp shirt off him, throwing it on her tiled kitchen floor.

Their lips re-connect as Michonne swirled her tongue around and around his; they moaned into each other's mouths.

Michonne could feel the wetness between her thighs now. She needed Rick.

"I need to take you to my bedroom," she panted, heavily. She pulled away from his lips and stared directly at him while releasing her grip on him. He moaned from having that pleasurable contact taken away. She reached out for Rick's hand, leading him towards her bedroom. He quickly looked around her bedroom, which was decorated in shades of blacks, greys, pinks, and white. There was a king-sized bed, upholstered in light grey fabric, in the middle of the room. The bed was positioned next to a double set of wardrobes, and had different sized cushions scattered over it. To reflect the beautifully decorated room, a full length mirror stood in the corner.

They stood at the side of her bed, facing each other. Michonne had slowly dropped to her knees, pulling his underwear and jeans all the way down to his ankles. Before Rick had any time to realize what was happening, he felt her hand back on his shaft.

Rick looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brown, doe eyes. He thought he was in love right there and then. Michonne began to roll the tip of her tongue over his head. She pulled her tongue away and when she did he could see pre-cum on her tongue. She licked her lips and swallowed the lust that had coated her tongue. With that visual, Rick nearly came there and then.

"You taste so good Rick," her honey voice was smooth. Michonne closed her eyes as her lips hugged the head. The warm feeling of her mouth was enough to send Rick over the edge nearly. Rick watched Michonne slide her mouth over his shaft again and again. It was the sexiest thing he had seen in a very long time.

Michonne felt like she was rusty as it had been a long time since she had performed oral sex on anyone. Rick didn't seem to care and was enjoying it just as much as her.

"Oh, Michonne, you're so good at that baby, but I don't think I can last much longer. You need to stop," Rick whimpered.

Michonne smirked. She placed a small kiss to the tip and rubbed up and down his length one more time. Rick groaned.

She stood to her feet and wraps her arms around his neck. His hands naturally fall to her ass as they fall into a deep, sensual kiss.

"I need to see the rest of you naked Michonne," he whispered, his lips still on hers.

Rick placed his hands on her hips and went to work on removing her jeans. He helped her step out of them. He gulped on how exquisite her body looked standing before him. Rick quickly kicked off his boots, pulling his socks off and removing the rest of his clothing. They were both now staring at each other's naked form.

Michonne had a good view of how well-defined his body was. His biceps were big and his forearms looked strong. The way the defined muscles in his chest spoke to her as her eyes continued to scan down his body until they reached his throbbing shaft, which was thick, long, and heavy.

They made their way to her bed. Michonne ended up on her back with Rick between her thighs. He raised both of her hands above her head and pinned them together with his own. He kissed across her jaw line, then down to her ear lobe. Michonne could do nothing but arch her back beneath him as he placed kiss after kiss onto her sensitive body.

Rick let go of one of her hands and snaked his hand down her flat stomach. He gently cupped her sex, his fingers gliding through the small patch of her curls. Rick can feel her slickness. He looked into her eyes. She moved her head so they're both now looking directly at each other again.

Rick licked his lips. He wanted to see her face when he entered her with his fingers. He pushed past her outer folds, pumping his fingers in and out fast.

"Oh, Rick yess...," she cried out.

Michonne gasped, her breathing sounding heavy next to his ear, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Those moans from her lips made him even harder. She opened her legs wider for him gripping her bed sheets with her hands.

"I'm going to cum already," Michonne panted.

Rick didn't want her first orgasm to be with his fingers. He wanted to feel Michonne cum around him when she eventually came.

"I can't have that...not yet anyway," Rick said, removing his fingers from her folds. Michonne's juices were now coating his fingers. She whimpered from the loss of contact.

Rick gave her lips a quick kiss.

Michonne reached over into the night stand and retrieved a condom. She passed it over to him. He removed it from the packaging and rolled it down his manhood.

He stood up on the cream carpeted floor and dragged her ankles to the edge of her bed. Michonne stayed on her back and Rick lifted her knees up to her chest. He placed his hands on her knees and looked down at her pussy. Rick bent down and sucked her clit into his mouth, running his tongue between her creases as her cream flowed into his mouth.

"Hmmmm," Michonne gasped.

Rick sucked a few more times on her pussy lips before circling his thumb over her clit.

He had a tight grip on himself. He pushed between her wet lips inch by inch. Her grip suddenly tightened on his forearms. Rick stopped and looked up to give Michonne a quick glance.

"Are you ok?" Rick asked, concerned.

"Yes, I haven't been with anyone in a while," Michonne spoke, shaking slightly.

"It's alright, me either," he spoke, huskily.

It made Michonne feel less nervous that he hadn't been with anyone in a while either.

"Do you want me to carry on? Because I can stop..." Rick asked.

"No...Mmm...Don't," was all she could muster.

He slowly started to disappear all the way inside. Michonne let out a huge sigh when she could feel Rick balls deep within her. Rick was fought the nearly impossible urge not to cum so soon. Her pussy felt amazing. Rick started to repeatedly thrust his hips in and out, starting off slow. He moved his hands to the outside of her hips.

A couple of minutes, later Michonne begged,

"Fuck me faster, Rick...please."

Rick reached beneath her body and grabbed onto a handful of her full, round ass. He started hitting her at a new angle, which was deeper.

"You feel so good Michonne," Rick said, pulling all the way out. He slammed back into her. Rick continued to pound deep into her; her wails filled the room.

Michonne let go of her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Rick looked down as her breasts bounced with every pump into her. She laced her fingers through the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him as her hard nipples rubbed against his chest.

Michonne watched as Rick slid in and out of her.

"Oh, yes! Rick harder baby...harder," Michonne said, biting on her lip.

Rick started slamming her into the mattress. He was going harder with every thrust and every moan Michonne let escape out of her lips. Rick looked down to see the concentration on Michonne's face as she tried to find her release. She took a deep breath in, panting heavily, as her orgasm reached its peak.

"Ohhh...Rick...Ohhhh," she groaned, her chest rising up and down.

Rick stilled his movements as he filled the condom up with his own cum.

He kissed her long and deep before withdrawing himself from her. He removed the condom, placing it in the bin in the corner of the room. Rick climbed back onto the bed with Michonne, pulling her into a hug as he placed tiny kisses on her shoulder. They both tried to catch their breath.

"What's so funny?" Rick asked as Michonne laid her head on his chest, laughing. She ran the tips of her fingers over his chest.

"I should have called...why didn't I call?" Michonne giggled, moving further up the bed to look into Rick's eyes.

He smirked, retrieving another condom from her nightstand. Rick pulled the black cotton sheet off her naked body.

Rick turned Michonne onto her side, raising her right leg up. He loosely draped it over his own as he rolled the condom down his shaft.

He rubbed his fingers over the outside of her opening, making sure she was ready for another round.

"Yeah, you should have called," Rick growled into her ear.

Michonne gasped loudly when he entered her again. With every thrust he gave her, she thought about how she should have just called.

Authors note:

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