Finally I'm done with the third and final part! I hope you will enjoy it the same way you did with the two other chapters! In this one there will be some sexy time and no Maggie-intereptus!


It has been a couple of weeks since the last bathroom incident and it seemed like life had returned to normal. As normal as keeping the hope of revisiting that last situation might be considered normal, normal.

They never really talked about it, but a pleasant tension could be felt in the air. It was in the way their eyes would meet and how they would hold each other gaze. It was in the way his gaze would still hover her entire body as if it could see what was held underneath the clothes she would wear. It was in the way she would bite her lips after obviously contemplating his lips.

Michonne would seem to still take pleasure in torturing him, by the way she would sway her hips as she walked away when she was aware of his obvious gawking. But sometimes he could see something different in her actions. He could see how she cared in the way she would squeeze his bicep to reassure him or in the way her hand would glide down his arm to end up in his hand; and for a moment their fingers would interlaced. Other times, he could see something in her eyes that he hoped reflected what he felt inside for her.

But other than that, it was back to the good old routine of keeping up Alexandria, going on runs to replenish the food bank and taking care of the wandering groups of walkers.

Rick was resting on the couch, his left hand pressed against his forehead. He was contemplating the day he had with Daryl and their new "friend". He was completely exhausted. He was started to fall asleep when Michonne arrived at his side. She used her knee to nudge him.

"Move." She lightly ordered, before flopping down the couch next to him, the baby monitor in her hands. "She's adorable." Michonne stated, showing Rick the monitor. Judith was asleep, rolling in her crib.

"She truly is." Rick acquiesced, "Oh before I forget, I got you a little something!" He said before retrieving a small packet from his pocket. At the sight of the mint, Michonne eyes lit up and a smile grew on her face.

Michonne grabbed it from his hand, her smile widened. He didn't bring back the tooth paste she had asked him but Rick had found her some mints, and for some reason it made her feel some type of way, like she was special but she knew he probably would've done the same for anybody else in their tight family.

Whatever he might have been through today he still found a way to bring that little gift to her, and if she would tell the truth she didn't actually believe that he would've done the same for others. Well, that's what she liked to believe.

"Well, I also do have a crate of toothpaste for ya, it's in a big truck. We were just too tired to empty it." He let out casually.

"Oh, so you had a day!" She responded, surprised by what he just admitted. He had actually brought back the toothpaste but he also brought her a little gift that were the mints.

"A great day actually!" Rick responded with a smile, "You gonna have the cleanest and freshest mouth in the apocalypse!" He joked.

They both let out a hearty chuckle, then fell silent.

She played with the small package before dropping her hands to her side, smiling to herself, her eyes dropped to his hand that laid close next to hers.

"Well, thank you. I know that everybody could benefit from toothpaste but I appreciate the mints, you didn't have to." She thanked him, raising her gaze to his.

"You are welcome. But seeing this pearly white smile is well worth the small effort for it." He admitted, bringing his hand to hers, the roll of mints sandwiched between their palms.

Rick flexed his fingers in Michonne's palm, making the roll of mints sway between their hands. Michonne's fingers joined in, their finger tips brushed against each other; heightening the electricity coursing through their veins from such a simple touch. She shyly brought her gaze to his face, his eyes were still focused on their hands. Slowly he lifted his head, holding her gaze. Neither of them knowing or understanding their present position. The silence was deafening but so much was being said. All the attraction, lust and enticement came on the surface; revealing what they've been holding from each other. Sure, both of the bathroom incidents open the door to some of their desire, but it never seemed significant as it appeared right at this moment.

Rick gaze traveled all over her face, holding an expression of wonder. His gaze openly slid down to her chest, to her cleavage where his eyes lingered for a moment before returning to her face. Michonne's breathing changed at his blatant staring. She was staring at his lips, with hers slightly parted. Rick leaned into her, briefly looking into her eyes before dropping his sight on her lips. He stayed there so close to her but yet to complete the distance, as if scared. She was so fierce in all situations, but at this moment she seemed reluctant; he didn't want to act on it if she wasn't on the same page as him.

Michonne suddenly felt so nervous and also terrified. The moments they had before seemed to only be playful. Looking in his eyes now, this felt real and of great importance. She could see all the care, devotion and even love exuding from him. She thought that, that was what she wanted for herself, but facing it now made her feel uncertain; what if she was to lose it all, all over again. But all negatives emotions dissipated from her at the feel of his right hand in hers and his free hand gliding up and down her thigh. She contemplated him, the way he was looking at her and the crooked smile of excitement that graced his lips.

Michonne decided she was no longer letting fear take over, she grabbed his face and closed the small distance between them. At that, all the apprehension Rick felt disappeared. He responded with an eagerness that reminded her of her youth, at that moment the harsh reality of their new world vanished.

Rick brought his left hand to her cheek whilst sliding his other hand up to her waist, gently pushing her down. Never breaking the kiss, Michonne laid on the couch pulling him closer to her. Rick didn't resist, settling himself between her legs.

Michonne ran her fingers through his curls eliciting a shiver through his body, making his pelvis jerk against hers. She enclosed his body with her legs, bringing him closer to her.

Rick caressed her thighs, sliding down his hands to her bottom, giving it a firm squeeze. He tore his lips from hers and brought them to her neck. Kissing, sucking and licking the skin at his reach. All her moans, gasps and sighs made him double in his fervour and now he was unabashedly fervently grinding into her. Michonne pulled at his hair and met every movement of his hips. She abruptly pushed him away from her, seeing the panic and disappointment cloud his face, she quickly explained her action.

"Maybe we should take this to your room before Maggie interrupt us as she has a way of doing!" She explained, gaining a wide grin from Rick.

"Yeah?" He questioned, smile still beaming.

"Yeah." She shyly answered, grinning back at him.

Kissing her one last time before tearing himself away from her, Rick took Michonne's hands and pulled her off the couch. She stood before him, looking into his eyes, feeling no regrets before leading the way to his bedroom.

Rick could barely wait to close the bedroom door before grabbing Michonne by the waist, holding her closer to him while kissing her neck and shoulder. Michonne turned around, placing her hands to the back of his neck. Playing with the hair there, she pressed her body into his; briefly looking into his eyes before bringing her lips to his.

They stood there at the end of the bed, taking their time kissing each other, their hands traveling all over each other's bodies. Rick didn't waste any time from getting rid of all the obstacles that represented her clothing.

After taking off her shirt, Rick took a moment to appreciate her, a blissful smile graced his lips. He glided his hands to her waist, sliding them down to her hips. Patiently, unbuttoning her pants before pulling them down. Rick licked his lips as he appraised the beauty that stood before him, he pulled Michonne closer to him; deeply looking into her eyes before kissing her.

Michonne gladly reciprocated the kiss. She slid her hands to the front of his button shirt, working to get it off of him. It was her turn to assess him, her hands boldly slithering down his torso. She then brought her hands to his buckle, undoing it and putting effort to get rid of his pants.

And now they were standing in front the bed in nothing but their underwear. Rick kissed his way down to her shoulder, pulling at the strap of her bra; Michonne ran her finger into his hair silently encouraging him. He undid the clasp, pulling the garment away from her body and dropping it to the floor. Rick's gaze wouldn't sit still, he took his time to treasure the moment. He brought back his lips to hers, his body pushing against hers until they fell onto the bed.

With one arm under her back, Rick pulled them higher on the bed. With him settled between her legs, Michonne could feel his urge for her. It made the desire she felt inside even more ardent, she wrapped her legs around his waist; feeling his arousal closely she started to grind against him. Their kissed became more intense, Michonne ran her nails down his back, gaining a grunt from him.

Rick tore his lips away from hers, kissing her neck and continued to traveled down her body until he reached her breasts. He gave great attention to each of them, kissing, licking and lightly biting. Her moans and groans only inspired him to pleasure her even more.

Never pausing his ministration, Rick slid his right hand down of her side to the edge of the underwear. The muscle of stomach jumped when his fingers caressed the skin, without hesitation he plunged his hand under the garment. Michonne let out a soft cry when he raked his fingers into her curl before dipping between her folds.

Michonne whimpered at his expertise, he seemed perceptive to all of her reactions, repeating the same actions that seemed to bring her so much pleasure. Rick lightly played with the sensitive bundle of nerves, observing the result it had on her. She had her eyes closed in deep concentration, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth and her arms tight around his neck.

Rick delved deeper, his eyes still on her, he started to go a little faster. His gaze fell on her chest as her breathing become more labored. Michonne could feel herself getting close, she clutched his wrist, making him stop. She could see the concern in his eyes.

"Stop teasing me!" She told him, pulling at his underwear, unveiling his bottom. Rick didn't have to be told twice, he tore her panties away from her hips. Michonne couldn't wait for his boxer to be completely discarded, she grabbed his member and guided it to her entrance.

Rick followed suit with enthusiasm, he pushed forward taking his time to enjoy the moment although it took everything in him to not abandoned all restrain. He observed Michonne's face as he went deeper, he reveled in the fact that she seemed to be enjoying him just as much as he was enjoying her.

Rick started a slow and leisurely pace, eyes skimming her face and taking in all of her expressions of pleasure. Michonne's hands grazed his back, but it wasn't enough for. She opened her eyes to stared right into his, Rick wasn't taken back by the intensity of it or falter in his movement.

Michonne's hand went to his shoulders, pushing on them, indicating him to get on his back. Michonne straddled, holding his gaze and looking at him as if he was a delicious prey. She bent forward, bringing her lips on him for a deep and intense kiss.

Rick hands glided up her thighs and clutched at her hips. Michonne's left hand slithered in his hair as her right descended between them to steered him into her once more.

Michonne started slowly relishing in the way he filled her. Rick circled his arms around her, bringing her closer to him and kissed all the exposed skin before him. Michonne grabbed both of his hands and brought them to her breasts, without hesitation Rick started to massage them. Caressing the curve of them and pinching the nipples, making Michonne quicken the pace. She pushed on his torso until he completely laid down on the bed.

Michonne closed her eyes and rode him without any inhibition, she wasn't following any determined tempo. Their moans and groans echoed in the room. Her nails dug into his chest but Rick welcomed it, his hold on her waist increased. He planted his feet into the mattress, his eyes fixed on her bouncing breasts, her met every of her movement with vigor. Their rhythm became off balanced and jerky. Michonne throw her head back, mouth open no sound escaping, in pure pleasure. Rick followed suit with a grunt, Michonne fell on him completely spent; laying there for a moment before sliding down by his side.

She placed one hand on his chest, above his heart feeling his heartbeat returning to normal. Her eyes scanned his face that reflected her bliss, although his eyes were close. As if he could feel her watching him, Rick opened his eyes and turned on his side to face her.

"This, this is not just about sex for me." He declared to her shyly, looking straight into her eyes. His thumb caressing the exposed skin of her hips.

"Yeah?" She questioned in return, holding his stare and a soft smile on her lips, her hand still pressed against his chest.

"Yeah." Rick answered back, the same smile on his lips.

"It isn't just about sex for me either." She let out in a whisper, licking her lips nervously.

"Yeah?" He asked, imitating her.

"Yeah." She said with a soft laugh. She was blinking more frequently now, sleep started to invade her. Rick brought his hand to her cheek before kissing her lips.

He rolled on his back, bringing his hand to her behind for one last squeeze before falling asleep himself.