A/N Just a warning for my dear readers: This chapter is pure unadulterated smut. Enjoy!

Amanda awoke to moonlight filtering through the barred windows of the infirmary. Rick still had his arms around her, her head cradled against his shoulder. His veiled blue eyes watched her. "Hey you," she said sleepily, as she touched his stubbled cheek. He kissed her palm. "How long have I been out?

"A couple of hours, I guess." Rick leaned over and kissed her lips.

"Did you sleep?"

"No." I couldn't stop watching you.

She snuggled closer and pressed her lips against the warm skin of his neck. His pulse quicken. Smiling, she trailed kisses along his jaw line and nipped his chin. He moved above her, pressing her hips into the thin cushion of the table. "Sure you should be doing that?" His clear blue eyes burning with desire.

"Isn't that why we came here?" she asked running her hands down his back and up under his shirt.

"I just thought you might've changed your mind, Mandy."

"Not me. Gonna take more than a couple of walkers to keep me away." She licked the pulsing flesh at the base of his throat. "Are you backing out, Officer?"

"Hell, no!"

"Good," She laughed as she wove her fingers in his hair and crushed her lips against his, spreading her legs just enough for him to fit in between. He was already rock hard and she moved suggestively against him.

"Damn," he said hoarsely, coming up for a breath. Propping an arm on either side of her, he asked, "Gotta condom?"

Amanda sighed, dejectedly, "My dealer was out." She giggled at his frustrated expression. "Oh, baby, don't be like that." She stroked his rough cheek and kissed him. "Like I said before, there are other things we can do."

A seriously devilish grin spread across his handsome face. He sat up and began to unfasten her pants, never taking his eyes off of hers. He tossed them, along with her panties on the floor. She reached for the hem of her shirt.

"Stop." Rick's voice was low. In command. His cop's voice.

She complied. "Yes, sir." A slow grin spread across her face as she let him take control. He pulled off the t-shirt and the tank she wore beneath, surprised he hadn't noticed earlier that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Rick sat back straddling her hips. "I just want to look at you." She was so beautiful, so sexy, and she wanted him and didn't hesitate to show him just how much. He wanted to see her lose control while the moon shadows danced across her smooth naked flesh. He ran his fingertips lightly along her sides and hips and back up resting beneath her breasts. Leaning over, he took one in his mouth sucking on it for a short moment before she arched into him clutching his shoulders while bucking into his erection. He wasn't going to last long at this rate.

"Slow down, baby," he whispered against her ear then nipped the lobe sharply and she groaned loudly, biting down on his shoulder. Rick grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. "You're not listening, Dixon." She grinned unrepentantly and tried to wiggle under him but he squeezed his thighs tight against her sides effectively stilling any movement.

"Is that how we're playing, Officer Grimes?"

With one hand holding both wrists, he licked a path from her ear back to the taut nipple that beckoned him and sucked it hard while kneading the other one that was straining for attention, too.

Her heat spread though his pants to his hardened shaft as she rubbed against him. "Mandy," he growled a playful warning. She cried out as he lightly bit her nipple and forced his free hand between them stroking her hot, wet center hoping to appease the throbbing between her thighs.

She groaned and pressed herself desperately into his hand. "You know, officer, sir," her voice husky with need, "You could use both hands if you cuffed me. Don't suppose you have any?"

Rick froze. No darling, they're on a fucking rooftop in Atlanta where I fucking cuffed your dad to a fucking pipe. He collapsed against her chest. Fuck!

She pulled a hand loose and placed it on the back of his head, "Baby, you okay?" Oh shit, what did I say?

His slid up her body and kissed her softly. Why does it have to be so hard? This isn't how I wanted to tell her.

She wrapped her arms around his head. "Rick? What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing, Mandy." Everything. Should've told her in the beginning.

She kissed his lips. "Wanna talk?" she offered, peppering soft kisses on his lips.

Rick sighed heavily, "No, hon. Not now. But I promise we will. Tomorrow...when you get back, we will. Okay?"

"Sure, baby," Amanda said, not really feeling that way. She worried about everything he kept inside, trying to be strong for his children, for her, and for the group. She softly kissed him, trying to take away some of the pain she knew he was holding onto.

She spread her legs letting him fall between them, his semi-hard erection still pressing against her aching core. God, how she wanted him inside of her. She didn't care if they used a condom, or not. Not really. She wanted him so bad that it hurt. Ranger Rick, however, would never go for that. He wouldn't take a chance. He was right, of course. She just wanted to feel him, filling, stretching, moving against her hungry body. Amanda stroked his back from shoulders to ass and kissed him, teasing his tongue, begging it to come and play. "C'mon baby," she breathed into his mouth while stroking his cock that was pressing into her stomach again. She loved how his body trembled under her hands. Smiling in satisfaction, she continued her ministrations, feeling his pulse quicken, his breath burn against her cheek, and his mouth clamping over hers as he began to finally respond. He ran his hands down her sides and grabbed her ass squeezing tight. "Oh yes, Rick, baby. That's it," she purred, dipping her tongue in his ear. Any reservations he had just flew out the window.

Amanda squealed when Rick suddenly slid down her naked body leaving a fiery trail of hot kisses straight to her core. He pushed her quivering thighs apart, lapping at the sweet juice pooling at her center. She was so wet. Wet for him. Fuck!

He slipped his fingers inside, stroking, twisting, curling them against the tight walls. Amanda moaned and arched into his mouth and hand, gripping the cushion tightly trying not to fly off. God, how she wanted him inside of her. She bucked hard into his hand urging him deeper crying out his name and let out a low whine when he cruelly pulled his fingers out leaving her empty. He rolled off the bed, grabbed her behind the knees and pulling her legs up roughly so only her shoulders and head remained on the mattress. He stood between her thighs looking down at her with a dangerous gaze. Through half-closed eyes she met his eyes and smiled wickedly, her voice scarcely above a whisper, "Fuck me, Rick."

He dove into the wet hot channel with his tongue lapping at her, nipping, stroking sucking more. She almost came off the table when his tongue plucked at the swollen pink pearl buried in the moist folds. He smiled at her response and placed his other hand under her ass to hold her firmly against his mouth licking, tugging, circling her hyper-sensitive nub with his tongue gently taking it in his teeth then pulling until she cried out his name, in pleasure or pain, he didn't know and at this moment he didn't care. He just wanted to feel her come apart in his mouth. She screamed out his name again as her tight walls clamped down intensely around the fingers inside of her.

He lowered her legs and stumbled back on the table resting his head on her stomach. "Wow," she said, letting her fingers linger idly in his damp hair.

He chuckled against her sweaty bare flesh. "Yeah..." He kissed her belly. "Wow."

Amanda gently tugged him up for a sweet kiss, tasting herself on his lips. "You gonna scream this loud when you move in my cell?" he asked, resting his head between her breasts.

"You gonna make me come?" she countered.

"You're going to be the death of me," he muttered in her hair.

She smiled and stroked his hair. "But you'll die happy," she promised resting a hand on his back.

He laughed and pressed his lips into her soft supple breast. "That I will, that I will, Possum." She smacked his head "Ow!"

"I told you not to call me that." He laughed and grabbed her hand pulling it down to kiss and began sucking on her fingers.

"Why are you still dressed, Ranger Rick?" She reached between them and tugged at his buckle.

"Ranger Rick? Really?"

"Don't like it? Then, don't call me Possum." She licked the outline of his lips nipping at the corners when he didn't part them for her tongue.

"Mandy, I don't think we have time..."

"You think I'm gonna let you go back in this condition, baby?" she asked cupping his hard length, to remind him that they weren't done yet. "That wouldn't be fair," she murmured against his cheek as she worked his belt loose.

"Don't you think they'll be..." his protests died on his lips as she unzipped his jeans and pulled him out.

"No," she said pulling his full lower lip into her mouth rubbing her soft cheek against his deliciously stubbled one. Amanda wriggled out from under him and moved to position herself on top, almost falling off the narrow table. Rick caught her with one strong arm and hauled her against his chest. She laughed, "Nice catch, Officer."

"Just doing my duty, miss."

"How will I ever thank you?" She moved down to sit on his thighs. "Like this?" she asked stroking, rolling her hands around the thick shaft , then leaning over to flick the tip with her tongue. Rick grabbed her thighs. "Shit, Mandy..."

She just smiled at him and did it again. He clutched at her hair as she closed her mouth over the end sucking softly while stroking his shaft fast. He'd held back so long...Fuck!

His body jerked as she dragged her tongue down the straining length to lap at his balls. "Mandy..." he warned trying to push her off but she refused to move away. She pressed her hands into his hips while moving her mouth up and down on his cock.

"I can't..." he choked out and pulled at her shoulders. He didn't want to come in her mouth. He jerked and twitched as his white hot seed hit the back of her throat. She swallowed hard and fast taking it all, not stopping until he lay spent, gasping for breath, muscles twitching. Amanda sat back on her heels watching his chest rise and fall with the effort of trying to catch his breath. She wiped her mouth with a finger then sucked it clean, smiling when his muscles jerked again. Weakly, he pulled her to him around, kissing the top of her head as she settled into his shoulder. He couldn't find the words he wanted to say so he just held her and kissed her until the both fell into peaceful sleep.

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