"Rick?" Her face scrunched. "What are you doing here?"

"You asked if I could come over...remember? Right before you told me you lov-"

"-stop! I remember, god!" Michonne winced at the memory of what she confessed to him.

She folded her arms watching him smugly smirk at her.

"Are you serious right now?"

"What?" He shrugged - his face displaying his amusement.

Michonne rolled her eyes hoping to mask her embarrassment.

"Are you going to invite me in? Or are we going awkwardly talk here at the front door?"

She moved aside allowing him space to enter the house.

"You home alone again?"

She nodded. " mom isn't here yet and dad...well all he does is work. I'm usually sleep by the time he gets in and sleep when he sets out."

"It must get very lonely here by yourself so much."

"..." She nodded slightly not feeling the need to confirm verbally.

They sat on the couch making sure there was a space between them.

"Are we...um." He scratched the back of his head. "Are we going to talk about what you said?"

"I was hoping you would just pretend I never said anything." She laughed nervously looking everywhere but at him.

"We can't just pretend you didn't say it..."

"But I didn't mean it...It just slipped. Really."

She wasn't even sure if that was the whole truth, but it was the story she convinced herself was factual.

"Yea?"

"Yes. So can we just forget it?"

"Ok...if that's what you want."

She could have sworn she saw the disappointment flash across his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it awkward."

He placed his hand on her knee and smiled. "Don't worry about it."

"Wanna watch netflix?" Michonne offered.

Rick shrugged not really caring.

"Is that a yes?"

"Doesn't matter. By the way, I talked to my mom and she really appreciates what you're trying to do. She wants to meet you."

"My mom wants to meet you too. And about your mom's situation, I texted my my mom to see if she can set up a lunch date this weekend to talk about it. I'll let you know how that goes when the time comes."

"We're grateful." He said genuinely.

"Have you given second thought to the camping trip? I know you said you didnt have the money but I'll pay for us both, I want you there with me. If you can't accept that then you can earn the money."

"Doing what?"

"You can be my personal driver. My chauffeur." She winked. "You can take me wherever I need to go. I won't even make you use your own car, you'll drive mines. What do you say?"

"You want to spend time in the woods with me that bad?

"It'll be like our first trip together." She beamed.

"Well that's not really the type of trip I thought you'd be into."

"What, did you think I'd like, going to some beach resort or something?"

"...yes?"

"Well I like that too, but I've been plenty times before, I want to do something I haven't done." She said. "Just imagine it...sitting outside roasting marshmallows, staring at the star filled night sky. It's so romantic." She gushed

He admired her profile as she rambled on about how romantic going on the camping trip would be.

He smiled softly at her as she continued her gushing. He leaning in and kissed her cheek softly - she froze then turned to look at him.

"What was that for?" She asked smiling sheepishly.

"Just because..." He smiled too. "You're beautiful, you know that right?

"Are you trying to distract me from talking about this trip?"

"Is it working?" He asked sitting closer to her- When he was close enough he draped his arm around her shoulder.

They stared at each other until they could no longer ignore the palpable sexual tension constantly surrounding them.

Again, he placed his hand on her knee - this time, however, he slid it upward torturously slow until he reached her center.

Her breath hitched - she tried controlling the pace of her quickening breath without much success.

He kept his hand there massaging her through her leggings all while staring deeply in her eyes.

She threw her head back onto the couch - eyes fluttering closed.

He massaged her harder causing her to release the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He latched onto her neck as she gripped his curls.

He could feel how wet she was through the fabric of her leggings.

She pressed herself against him more urgently.

He slid his hand into the front of her pants allowing himself better access. He rubbed her slit a few times before inserting his fingers.

"Rick" she moaned quietly.

He curved his fingers causing her to jump slightly releasing a yelp. She covered her mouth with both hands hoping to conceal the sounds she was making.

"It's just us - scream as loud as you want."

Michonne bit her bottom lip as he moved his fingers faster and deeper.

"Oh my god." She gasped. "God, Rick!"

He pressed down on her clit with his thumb.

She crossed her legs, trapping his hand.

Not long after, she shook violently, he kept his fingers comfortably inside her feeling her walls clench around him.

He kissed her neck softly as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed and head still resting on the back of the couch.

"Wow..." She giggled tiredly.

Rick slid his fingers out and licked them.

Michonne smiled lazily.

She slid off the couch and kneeled in front of him.

He grabbed her hands stopping her from unbuttoning his jeans.

"Michonne you don't have to...I'm not expecting anything in return. I just wanted to make you feel good."

"I want to make you feel good too." She said unbuttoning his jeans and freeing him. She had never given any of her ex boyfriends head before. She had never really cared for any of them the way she did Rick.

"Rick... I know you must have heard... things about me but...I've never done this before." She admitted shyly. "It might not be good..."

Rick looked down at her and cupped her face. "It's ok."

She nodded then ran her hand up and down his length.

After a few strokes, she took him into her mouth slowly.

She took as much of his length into her mouth as she could - bobbing up and down, twirling her tongue around the tip, massaging his balls with her left hand while jerking him with her right.

He gripped her hair tightly watching her pleasure him.

Michonne thought she was imagining it. That is, until she heard it again. The familiar jingle of a keyring. She abruptly stopped her movements and stood.

"That's daddy." She said in a panicked whisper.

"What?" Rick asked even more panicked than her.

He tucked himself back into his jeans as best he could. It was uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as her father walking in to see his daughter pleasuring someone.

Michonne wiped her her mouth then tried to help Rick with his disheveled appearance.

"Daddy!" She said in a light voice as soon as he made his way through the door.

Rick gulped audibly.

"Uh hi sir." He said as natural as he possibly could. He was silently praying that it was not obvious what they had been doing. He was hoping God would have mercy on him.

"I'm Rick Grimes sir, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said holding his hand out for a handshake that never came. He awkwardly put his hand back to his side after being blatantly ignored.

Her father stared at her suspiciously before turning to do the same to Rick.

"I would like to speak to my daughter alone if you don't mind." He said in a stern voice.

"O-of course."

"Rick wait here, let's talk in the kitchen daddy."

"No. Rick? Was it?" He asked and Rick nodded. "You wait outside and I'll talk to my daughter right here."

Michonne's eyes widened. "What? Daddy he doesn't have to wait outside. He's not a dog."

"My house, my rules." He glared at Rick. "Out."

"Dad!"

"It's ok princess." He place a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I was actually just heading out sir. It was nice meeting you."

Michonne watched him until he was out the door.

"What is wrong with you? He didn't do anything wrong?"

"Who the hell is that boy you got in my house?"

"He's my boyfriend." She crossed her arms. "And I won't allow you to treat him the way you just did, you were out of line!"

"He's lucky I didn't give him a black eye."

"I can't believe you. You've never cared who I had over before, now all of a sudden, you're a strict and caring father?" She argued "You were more harsh on Rick than you were on Terry!"

"Terry is just a misunderstood child."

"No, Terry is an abuser. MY abuser!"

"He made a mistake, y'all women don't understand how it feels to be a young man full of insecurities and frustrations. I don't condone his behavior, but we practice Christianity in this house and that means being forgiving. He learned from his mistakes. He doesn't bother you anymore."

"Are you serious?!" Michonne couldn't believe her ears. "Are you keeping tabs on him or something?"

"I sure am, you know that's Benjamin's boy. They been friends of the family for a long time. I talk to that kid when I get the chance, he grew up with you, he's family."

"I don't care about him, I care about Rick!"

"Date whoever you want, but don't bring that kid in my house."

"He is not a kid. He's a good person." Angry tears sprung into her eyes.

"Where is your mother?" He asked disregarding how serious this was to her.

Michonne wouldn't let him change the subject that easily.

"He has been nothing but nice and caring towards me. That's more than I can say for you." She turned and escaped, retreating up the stairs.

...

After the events that went down yestersay with Michonne's father, she called Rick and apologized profusely constantly asking him if he were ok and telling him how embarrassed she was of her father.

He of course put on his strong face and reassures her thay he was fine.

He was currently headed to her locker as she texted him to meet her there as soon as he has arrived to school.

"Yo Rick!"

He turned to see Terry and Mike walking towards him.

"I hear you and Michonne dating now. I don't know whether to congratulate you or to pity you."

"You could just mind your business and not say anything. I think I'd like that best." He turned trying to escape an unnecessary altercation.

"Be careful is all I'm saying man. I mean, you never know with girls like Michonne. One minute they're yours then the next minute...they're somebody else's."

"Keep walking." Rick growled.

Rick already hated him for what he's done to Michonne in the past but he didn't want to get into a fight. He wanted to avoid being on the principal's radar until graduation.

"Aw come on, I'm not trying to get under your skin. I'm just warning you. Man to man. It's only a matter of time before she tries to run back into my worries though, I don't want her back." Terry shrugged. "Her dad's always telling my mom and dad how he wished she would've stay with me, how he always thought we would be together forever, how we would give him grandkids..." Terry laughed and Mike joined him.

"You can't turn a hoe into a housewife Rick...everybody know that."

Rick didn't have anything further to say. He would let his actions speak for him.

He tackled Terry to the ground, punching his face as hard as he could, releasing all of his anger on him.

He could feel the blood from Terry's face coat his knuckles.

Mike grabbed Rick off his friend, slamming him to the ground hard.

When Terry saw he had the advantage he got up and started stomping him with Mike joining in.

Daryl pulled Terry back.

"C'mon man can't you see the man is down?"

He then held Mike back.

"Grab my hand bro." Daryl said helping Rick up.

"It don't take two of y'all to take down this skinny bastard. That was some bullshit T." Daryl said disappointed.

"Rick!" Michonne called him over as soon as she spotted him through the crowd of people.

"Your face!" She gasped. "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter, it's over." Terry said

"I wasn't talking to you!" She shouted.

Her voice softened as she questioned him again. "Baby, what happened?

"It's fine." He lied whipping the blood from the corner of his lip.

Seeing him this way angered her. She was downright furious.

She looked to Terry and Mike and scowled.

"Who the hell do you think you are huh?" She asked Terry

She asked, speaking harshly. "What did you say to him?"

"That's between me and that prick." He said walking towards Rick again.

"Terry leave him alone, he doesn't want to fight." Michonne said blocking him from getting to Rick. "It is over."

"Are you ok?"

Rick ignored her question as he stared daggers at Terry.

"Look at me."

He did.

"It's over ok?"

He stayed silent so that he wouldn't disappoint her.

It wasn't over. It wasn't ever going to be over.