"libidinous, adj.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't ever realize you're on the floor."
― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary


"I am going to tell you now, and I need you to listen." Titus had Michonne's full attention.

"I am listening."

"Shit is problematic."

"Meaning?"

"How the hell, I mean why in the hell does Mike care who's dicking you down?"

"Do you have any PG or rated G for the manner of how you communicate, Titus." Michonne quickly took the phone off of speaker just in case her children were nearby to hear new expressive adult terms. She closed the door to her home office.

"Honey, I am telling you like it is. Mike is problematic. I need answers because I swear, it is weird as all get out."

Michonne sighed because Titus was right.

"I went to the jail to bail Rick out, but he was already bailed out early this morning."

"Your legal consenting pussy has cost a man a whole day in jail. Never heard of such a thing in all my heterosexual life."

"You aren't hetero, Titus."

"And you know this. Now that I proved my point either you get Mike together or I will."

"Now you are doing too much, Titus."

"Willing to read him for filth. Waiting for permission."

"Permission, not granted."

"I will wait."

"You do that."

"I guess the consolation is you got those damn cobwebs dusted. You can now move on to the next. Got yourself broken in real good." Titus mused while watching the Vietnamese woman go over his pedicure.

"I have no idea why I confide into you?"

"Because the bitch you trusted used the shit against you. Stole your man."

"Well, I seem to be doing the same thing."

"Understand the difference I don't have time for Hetero-playboy-sexuals. I am not about games. Gay men preferred and out of the closet required."

"I can't believe I've called him like eight times, and he's not answering."

"Why do you think that is?"

"I want to apologize and tell him I went to bail him out. Well, mostly to apologize. I left him a voicemail."

"Leave it at that. Give him an opportunity to process everything and if it means you move on to someone else, then so be it."

What Titus had provided was unacceptable to Michonne. She had opened herself up to a man that was more than her equal, more than a one night and a never again. If she had known this was going to be the result, she would have never slept with him in the first place. If anyone was problematic, it was Mike.


"What are you doing in my house you son of a Bitch!" Mike shouted

Mike took another swing at Rick who swiftly side-stepped the impact by ensuring that Michonne's son didn't have the large grandfather clock fall on top of him due to the sudden shoving that was escalating to a full-blown fist fight.

"This is not your house! We are divorced, remember? Damn it Mike stop it. What in the hell, Mike! Let him Go! Let him go, Damn it!" Michonne yelled frantically to no avail.

Michonne tried to find an angle to keep the men from killing each other. Mike had successfully landed a punch, and it was murder she wrote if the cops hadn't arrived. Both men were arrested.


Michonne's palm made the final contact against his skin. Her fingers were lightly grazing his earlobe and the upper portion of his neck. His skin wasn't baby bottom smooth. It was weathered, slightly rough due to new growth emerging. Whatever answer he was seeking as the space between them closed for a kiss, her response was an emphatic yes. She realized she wanted to be kissed by someone. Someone who caused her to lose her sense of propriety and shyness stood before her, setting her free for the first time, ever. Sexual liberation was more than a platitude it was an act worth repeating and repeating and...

"Damn, woman."

Michonne couldn't help but laugh while her sweaty face rested on Rick's already wet chest, both trying to catch their breath.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Rick teased.

"No. What good are you if you are dead?"

"One moment, I think have I died and went to heaven, and the next..."

"The next what?" Michonne rested her chin on his chest.

"I am like, Damn woman," Rick smirked. He quickly questioned her sudden movement, "Where are you going?"

Michonne eased out of her kings sized bed, allowing the cotton sheet to fall away from her body once she planted her feet on to the floor ensuring her ass did not rub against the mattress fitted sheet.

"I am going to get us a towel and adjust the air. It is hot."

"You are hot."

Hot had a different connotation, and Michonne gave him a quick wink. She knew his eyes were glued to her nude body that was slicked with both their sweat and love juices. She didn't have a care.

For fifteen years she thought she was in a monogamous relationship. She had only been with one man sexually, and it was with the man she eventually married and divorced. She was eager to see where this would lead with Rick who seemed more than pleased with the sex they shared.

They enjoyed leftovers in the middle of the night before going for another round and then eventually falling asleep after an epic orgasmic event.

When mid-morning arrived, Michonne was prepared to make him some breakfast after her quick shower, but she found herself bent over after a long embrace from behind.

"I was going make you some breakfast."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to do that. How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled."

Michonne began to lose her composure with him pressed against her from behind telling her his preference regarding how he liked to have his eggs. He was playing with her breast. Her nipples were hard. Her breathing, ragged.

"How do you like your toast?"

"Dark."

Ass up, and knee on the mattress, she was being pumped to the stars when her ex-husband opened the door to the bedroom.