I wrote Negan with two e's (like Neegan) and I apologize for that. Also, it's 12am where I am and I'm so tired.

"This is my home." She showed it off like a model did on TV. "It's kind of small, but I live alone so it's no big deal." He watched as she removed her shoes. He did the same.

They took a few more steps before she stopped them again. "This is the living room." He looked around the cozy room and admired the pictures she had on the shelves. "That's my mom and my grandma and me." He chuckled at a gap tooth Michonne.

"This is nice, way different than my old place." He said, once again.

"Thank you."

She took his hand and lead him towards the kitchen. "This is my clean kitchen." She emphasized the word 'clean' remembering how dirty his was and how she almost threw up when she opened the fridge.

He laughed again. "Alright, alright."

She laughed aloud. This was the happiest she had been in the last two months.

"So where's your bedroom?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

She pretended she didn't hear him. She knew that the moment she showed him her bedroom, it would be over and she didn't want him to leave just yet.

She took his hand again and lead him to the dining room. "This is where I host my dinner parties and grade my papers."

"Mhm." He said absentmindedly. He approached her, wrapping his hands around her hips, ignoring her talk about her china and her wallpaper and whatever else she wanted to talk about. "Hey." He said.

"Are you listening to me?"

"I missed you." This was not the Rick she remembered. She looked up at him and caressed his face. She remembered the Rick that hated talking about his feelings because he wasn't no bitch, but she needed to know things before he left. Did he want to be with her for the long run or was he merely interested in sex?

Michonne buried her face in the crook of his neck. She didn't say anything for a long time.

The odd pair stood there motionless for what seemed like hours before Michonne spoke again. "Did you miss me or did you miss the sex?"

Rick groaned. Michonne pulled away. "You're something else, woman."

"It's an honest question... I need to know." She almost whispered

He struggled with his words. "I missed the sex, yeah, but I can get that from a lot of girls." She backed away. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't..." Her eyes widened, he groaned. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Is that why you're here? Because you missed me?"

"No, I came to tell you that you need to send your letter to the rightful owner: the Smithsonian." Her eyes widened for a different reason, she had forgotten all about that. It was Rick's turn to laugh. He watched as she scrambled out of the room in a panic. He sat down on one of her mahogany dining room chairs and waited for her to finish whatever it was she needed to do. He looked around the room and for the first time noticed that every single piece of furniture matched her personality perfectly. The maroon wallpaper really did accentuate the light brown furniture.

Rick heard the door open and close and then open and close again. ""Sorry about that, I had to write a new one and make sure that it went to the 'right person.'"

Rick stood. "I also came here to tell you that I'm not going anywhere." She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "You can bitch and complain, but I'm not leaving your side."

"People will look."

"Is that something you're not used to?" He said sarcastically, knowing that not many professional Black women had good paying jobs like she.

"What if you find someone else? Someone white?" Her eyes were getting misty; the idea that he would find someone prettier or lighter than her was something that she thought about all the time.

He stood up and walked towards him. "There is no one else." He leaned down and softly kissed her. The kiss was so soft, she almost didn't feel his lips touching hers. When he pulled away, she was already staring at him. "Only you."

"Do you want to see my bedroom?" She smiled.

Rick shut the door behind him. He wasn't paying attention to much except for the woman standing in front of him.

"Take off you clothes," He demanded, breathing in her scent, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out if you."

"You promise?"

He smirked. "Always."

Michonne smiled as her removed her clothes painfully slow. She wanted Rick to be aggressive with her so she did all that she could to piss him off.

"Are you gonna strip for me or are you trying to slow things down?" He asked, growing impatient. "It's too late for that, we've already screwed around."

She smiled and continued to take her time.

"Babe, I don't got all day."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

He raised an eyebrow and leaned on the wall. "Nothing."

"I thought you were gonna 'fuck the shit outta me'."

"I am, but I've never seen you strip either." He leaned against the wall, watching her sway her hips to her own melody.

Michonne giggled and started to slowly remove her clothes, giving Rick a show.

Rick smiled at her. He couldn't believe that in the span of two days, she had managed to make herself an important person in his life.

"Show's over." Her said after she took of her bra.

She pouted. "You don't like my stripping?"

"Fuck."

"That's not an answer." She chastised, sauntering towards him.

"Are you gonna teach me a lesson?"

"Only if you don't fuck me right." She winked.

He threw his leather jacket in the corner of the room and took off his shirt. He then picked her up and threw her on the bed. "Lesson number one: don't underestimate me."

"Yes, sir." She answered in a fake serious voice.

"Good." He eyed her up and down, her breasts standing at attention. "Take your pants off."

"Take your pants off."

"You wanna suck my cock?" He raised his eyebrow at her.

"I've been wanting your cock in me for the past two months." She blushed.

"Lesson number two," He said, "Don't shy away from me; you want something, tell me." He kissed her again, more aggressively this time. She moaned into his mouth when he pinched her left nipple.

"I want you."

He smiled and pulled down his pants. Michonne laid down on her back at the edge of the bed and allowed Rick to place his balls in her mouth. She gently licked his balls, missing the feel of them. He moaned.

She shifted, after a few moments, so that she could properly suck his dick. Rick was on the verge of grabbing the side of her face and fucking it when he remembered that he had all night with her. He watched as she hungrily sucked and kissed his member. His breathing grew shallower every time she took his entire cock in his mouth.

"Oh God." He said.

She stopped sucking to ask him if she was doing a good job. He responded by throwing his head back and groaning loudly.

She continued to bob her head up and down his shaft until she felt his breathing hitch. "I'm gonna cum." He couldn't help it, he grabbed the side of her face and held it where he needed it to be. He fucked her face a few times before spilling his seed inside her mouth. To his amazement, she swallowed it all.

"Goddamn it, woman!" He said, breathing heavily.

"Did you like that?"

He smirked.

She stood on her knees and he wrapped his arms around her. "I sure did... Turn around."

She did as she was told and stuck her ass up to his shaft.

Rick got hard instantly. He removed his boxers and pants and coated his cock with her juices. Michonne shuddered at the feel of his member. She was nervous, but excited. He entered her in one swift movement. She moaned and he cursed. He grabbed hold of her hips and started pumping in and out of her slowly at first, to get re-acquainted with her pussy. "Fuck!" He yelled.

"Oh God, Rick."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Oh God."

He laughed and picked up the pace. Watching her ass bounce on his dick was enough to make him cum again. He attempted to control himself, but couldn't. He hadn't done this in a while. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groaned again and again. He grabbed hold of one of Michonne's tits and fucked her even harder. She gasped when he started hitting her G-spot with his cock.

He felt her change in demeanor and changed his pace. He elongated each thrust, fucking her hard and slow like he had all the time in the world - to a certain effect, he did. He hoisted her up so that they were both on in a vertical position. He bid her shoulder blade and she cried out. "You miss this cock?" He whispered in her ear. Michonne didn't respond. "You miss this cock, baby?" He asked her again, moving his hand from her breast to her clit.

Michonne hunched forward, startled by his move, but Rick quickly picked her back up. "I'm not done with you yet." Her body started to twitch and Rick knew she was close. "Cum for me." He continued his pace and rubbed her clit with his free hand. Her breathing was getting shorter and she body was getting tenser. He felt her pussy tighten around his dick which made his balls tighten as well.

She cried out when she came and he held her in place, still playing with her clit. She tried to close her legs, but he wasn't having any of it. He forced her to cum once more - which caused her to collapse - before he came inside of her. He removed his hand and licked his fingers before lying down next to her, breathing heavy.

They lay tangled in her bed. She ran his hand on his scar tissue, the bullet hole and the scar. He flinched, but it wasn't as severe as the last time. He knew what she was about to ask him, it was now inevitable.

"Where's this from?"

"Vietnam."

She sat up, hand on his chest.

"How long were you there for?" She asked as she wrapped his arms around her, forcing her to lie back down.

"Two years." She stayed quiet. "I got shot by a kid and the bullet went right through me. The doctors said I got lucky because they wouldn't have been able to operate on me otherwise."

She stopped breathing. He rubbed her back. "Don't do that, don't feel sorry for me."

"I don't." He laughed. "I'm sad."

"Don't be sad either, I'm here now, aren't I?"

"All those people." Her thoughts drifted off.

He continued to rub her back as she examined the rest of his body. She never did get a good look of it. He was lean, but muscular. His shoulders were covered in freckles and his arms had faded tattoos on them. "Are these also from Vietnam?" She asked as she ran her hands over them.

"Yeah."

"Were you a marine?" There was a marine corps tattoo on his left bicep.

"Yeah."

"What about the one on your back?"

He was quiet.

"Rick?" She looked at him and realized that he was looking right into her eyes.

"One day I'll tell you about it, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled a small smile and he kissed her.

She nuzzled her face in his neck and he smacked her ass. "Stop that."

She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. "You don't scare me!"

He laughed louder than he should have and kissed her again. She deepened the kiss. "I missed you a lot." He said when they pulled back for air.

"I know." She caressed his face.

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"You know... For a ruff-n-tuff biker, you don't seem so bad." She brushed some of his hair out of her face.

"Oh yeah?" He flipped them over so that he was on top of her. "You won't be saying that for long."