"And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too."

― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

Rick wasn't one for the constant typing, and if Michonne were agreeable to giving him her number in the very beginning, he would much prefer to chat over the phone. Rick was excited they had finally agreed to an exact time for Facetime.

One thing he noticed was her skin tone. It was much darker than he expected. It wasn't off-putting but it was something he noted to himself. Rick found himself nervous and attracted to the woman he met off of Tindr. Once she locked eyes with him he felt he had met his perfect match. His heart sped up a bit.

"Hello?"

Michonne positioned her laptop just right when finding herself face to face with the-One. "Hello..."

"How are you, Michonne?"

"You pronounced my name correctly this time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Starting off on the right foot." Rick mused.

"Preferable."

"Well, I am very excited to actually hear your voice."

"I have to admit you have a nice country twang."

"I do not."

"You do too, Richard."

"Call me, Rick."

"Okay, Rick. So you are originally from Georgia?"

"Born in King's County, Georgia."

"Never heard of it."

"What, my birth or King's County Georgia?"

"Both." Michonne laughed heartily.

"Well, my birth took place in King's County Georgia." Rick persisted with the fact.

Michonne was pleasantly surprised how quickly she was relaxed. To her, he was handsome and confident. She liked that about him right off the bat. She felt good and light. It had been a long time where she actually felt different. It made her very cautious at first. Her fear it was too good to be true eventually dissipated the more they talked over the phone or on Facetime. She liked the way he sat just staring at her even though it made her very self-aware. It wasn't awkward, but it did awaken her shyness. There was an instantly shared vibe between them. It alone was enough to make her heady and sometimes mute.

"I'm nervous."

"I have to admit, I am a little too."

"Have you been on Tinder long?" Michonne asked.

"A couple of weeks so far. Got my crash course not too long after joining. Initially, I was using it to find someone to start a relationship with, and my friend broke the news to me it was the wrong platform."

"I had the same mindset."

"I didn't know it's used to get laid. It makes sense since I was doing quite a bit of swiping left."

Rick pursed his lips together to stifle a chuckle. He was unable to hide his amusement at how her facial expression gave way to a youthful quality. The mood and tone were extraordinarily light, relaxed, not uptight.

"I've been told the same after I swiped your picture."

"After. So we are not going to get laid, huh?"

"Ummm." Michonne was slightly uncomfortable. Her mind went blank. She wasn't prepared for any sexy talk. It wasn't her thing, and she had noted it in her Bio.

Rick swallowed. He had hoped he wasn't crossing any boundaries or making her uncomfortable. The awkward silence caused him to reveal something he had no intentions in doing at first.

"If you want to know the truth, I swiped you before knowing what Tinder was used for."

"I did the same." Michonne smiled, slightly relieved.

Rick felt the need to ease her fears or reservations about him or wanting to get to know him.

"I am not superficial or looking for one thing."

"I am not superficial or looking for one thing either. I have to admit, you are very handsome in that photo dressed in a suit."

"Yeah?"

"Very distinguish."

"I am. That I am." Rick felt free enough to chuckle.

"I was surprised we matched."

"It's like winning the jackpot."

"I can't believe you have a hard time with dating."

"Believe it or not, I don't. I'm picky. Very selective. I am not your average guy either."

"Picky huh?"

"I am. Have to be. Some people want to exploit or looking to be rescued. I want a woman that is strong on her own. Accomplished. Has her own things and her own identity."

Michonne smiled. For a moment she was lost in her head and in her thoughts when he spoke again.

"You looked very beautiful in your before and after. How long ago did you cut your hair?"

Michonne's hand instantly went to her head, touching her hair where dreads were no longer in the way.

"A few weeks ago. I had dreads for years."

"What made you cut them?"

"My mental state wasn't it's best during and after my divorce. I will say I had remorse and I got over it. I realized I had to put myself out there to see what kind of happiness was waiting just for me."

"With or without you look fantastic. Also, your confidence is attractive and plays a major role I can tell."

"I am eating this up. Flattery is tasty."

"I can keep you well fed in that department."

"There goes my self-esteem. It was already high. It is now through the roof."

"Self-esteem or was that your ego?"

"Ha."

"My favorite picture is the one with you wearing that black skirt."

Michonne knew he was referring to her Pencil Skirt.

"Thank you."

"Are you still on Tinder?" Rick asked. He had already deleted his and had no way of really knowing if she had unsubscribed.

"I deleted my profile."

"Me too. I do want to be upfront and honest about my intentions."

"Okay."

"I've been waiting on this person I met before meeting you. I've been waiting for her to agree to chat on Facetime or at least by telephone. Right now it is this insane amount of texting back and forth. I am not one who likes texting."

"Have you told her this?" Michonne laughed.

"She has my number. She text. I call her, and I get her voicemail. I leave a message. She text."

"Maybe she's not that into you?" Michonne said teasingly.

"I've thought of that. I am okay with that. I'm not heartbroken about it. I will move on."

"What if she's the one?"

"If she were I wouldn't be on Facetime with you."

"I appreciate knowing that. It would make it very difficult to motivate me to continue this Facetime business knowing you would rather be talking to her."

"Her hesitation has given me time to think about what I do want."

"What's that?" Michonne asked.

"I am only looking for a possible friendship."

"Friendship?" Michonne questioned. She was internally cross-eyed.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Did I say something wrong?" Rick was confused by her tone.

"No."

"What are you looking for?"

"A happy ending."

Two months later Michonne realized in a roundabout way he was really telling her he had someone he was more attracted too. And in the meantime, he was open to being friendly with her until things were a go with the other person. He was referring to the blonde that he was out to dinner with the night she drove to his home to confront him.

Instead, she found herself in front of his home, out of gas, with a dying cell phone and no charger in sight. Her purse was sitting on her credenza by the front door 10 miles away, and that was the shortcut using the expressways.

Inside his home, he silently led Michonne into a well-appointed gourmet kitchen with the very top of the line appliances. Rick motioned for Michonne to take a seat at one of the six kitchen stools. He searched for an adequate alcoholic beverage. The beer was the only thing the fridge was stocked with, that and several bottles of wine. Other than that it was a kids dream, juice boxes, soda, and chocolate milk. He had offered her a bottle of Budweiser, and she had declined. He turned to see she wasn't sitting after he had motioned for her to do so. Rick grabbed two bottles anyway and brought them over to the kitchen island where he sat straddling the end stool. He took a gulp of the perfectly chilled brew.

Silence and distance were the only two things growing until he had finally spoken.

"Are you just going to stand?" Rick asked.

"Yeah," Michonne stated with her arms folded.

"You don't want to relax? We can go into the other room if you prefer the couch." Rick motioned with the hand that was holding the beer bottle to the area that was off the kitchen.

"What about your wife?"

"Ex-wife. She has been staying with her new boyfriend."

"I didn't know this wasn't your place." Michonne was sincerely apologetic.

"If you HAD would you have avoided crashing the gate?"

Rick was determined to find out how crazy and volatile she could get.

"I am sorry about your gate."

"Do you want to have a seat?" Rick asked again.

"No."

"Do you plan to stand all night?"

"I am not staying here all night."

"I want you to stay. I would like for you to stay."

"Then that's different." Michonne conceded. She began to unfold her arms.

"How?" Rick had to fight his amusement.

"An official invitation is different than assumptions. I have been making plenty of them, and it has seemed to have made things worse than better."

"Here. Come here." Rick was offering her a beer.

Michonne stepped closer to stand between his legs while he removed the bottle cap. She took a quick sip before placing it on the Corian countertop next to his half full brew.

Rick took her hand and played with her fingers. Neither one of them breaking eye contact.

"How crazy are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I fall for you I need to know how crazy you can get."

"If?"

"Yeah. If. You have a problem with that?"

"Yes, a big problem with that. I am not crazy. I am passionate about how I feel. I need resolutions or a conversation seeking solutions. I am not good at goodbye when you had me at 'Would you facetime with me, and your sleepy Good Mornings."

"All it took was Facetime and Good Morning?"

"In that order, yes."

"This..."

"Yes. I am talking about that. It can't be my imagination."

"I would have to then admit that I am crazy too."

"How crazy are you?" Michonne asked him. Both of them not realizing that any form of honest expression could sometimes be seen as crazy, looney or unhinged.

"I told you I had met someone. I didn't hide anything from you. I had met her first. She finally became available to meet. We met. I met her."

"I don't understand how you can still go and see someone else after you and I have slept together, Rick. Did it mean anything to you?"

"I got the shit kicked out of me. I let a man, equal in height get a few in because I didn't want his children to see me kick his ass. I didn't want the mother of those very children to see a side of me that would have taken him out. It wasn't the sex that meant something to me, Michonne. It was the everything else. The Facetime and the Good Mornings. It was that too, for me."

"Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"You called me twenty-three times. What was that about?"

"I needed answers, Rick. I need to know if I am wasting my time. I can't seem to get a straight answer from you. There are moments I think we are on the same page and then you go out with someone else."

"Michonne, I was upfront with you. I had swiped Jessie first. We haven't had a chance to get to know each other as intimately as you and I have because she had a lot of things going on in her life. She was waiting for things to calm down. I was waiting for things to calm down for her, and while waiting, I met you."

"Where does that leave me?"

"I left her to be with you. I am with you. You are in my house. We are together. It can't get any clearer than that."

"That's now. Tomorrow..."

"We are going to take care of my gate and your car. The last thing I need is my EX-wife asking me what happened and why."

If Rick could avoid it, he wasn't about to divulge details regarding Michonne's presence inside of his home to his ex-wife. There were still some things that needed airing out between him and Lori. Lori would ask questions and he would have to answer them to her satisfaction. He knew enough about Michonne but not enough that would satisfy Lori's interrogation.

There was something in the way Michonne didn't hesitate in their kiss once Rick leaned forward to take her lips, her mouth, nice and slow with his lips, his mouth, and tongue. She didn't resist him or put up an unnecessary fight. She wanted him to kiss her. If he was thinking for one moment he was going to resist Michonne until he got a clear picture of how crazy she could get-that answer would have to wait with Michonne standing as close as she was to him. Purposely stripping her clothing away, leaving only her red bottom shoes that made her appear so much taller and it also provided the right amount of height for what he wanted to do by turning her where she no longer faced him.

Rick had Michonne butt naked in his kitchen. He pounded her insides with a force she accepted readily and willingly. He maintained his balance on the kitchen stool he straddled while his pants dangled around his ankles. The echoes of grunts and moans along with the slapping of skin were all that it took to heightened the moment. There wasn't any need for music.

Eventually, they carried their carnal desire into a spare bedroom. Michonne successfully scooped up her clothes before Rick lifted her off the tile floor. Inside the large space and upon the king bed Rick masterfully suckled the back of her neck while spreading her thighs apart. He was going to continue with his favorite position that was similar to the hot seat but upon the bed, doggy style.

Soon Rick began to feel he was unable to get enough of her in any position. In his mind, her pussy was weirdly adjusting and readjusting. It was amazing. It was incredible. He was very interested in making it HIS pussy if she would just tell him how crazy she can get.

A/N: (CHAPTER 10 EDITED AND UPDATED) 12/12/2018 10:28am

Original Author's note below:

Plan to update more consistently. That is the plan.

P.S. Congratulations to those fanfic authors who were recognized for their awesome talents for 2018 on Tumbler! Also best wishes to Siancore!