Author's Note: Thanks for sticking with me.

Mature themes ahead.

Thanks again for Darkdreamspell for checking this chapter out, especially with everything.

Chapter X

Two weeks later...

;..;

Michonne moaned out loud as Rick changed their position. He was on top, stroking her insides with every inch of him. Her toes curled. Her legs hiked up to hook on his body, angling him just a bit deeper. When he pulled out and worked his way back in; she choked on air. Her eyes rolled back. His mouth was near her ear. He groaned, mumbling her name.

"Fuck Rick. Don't stop."

"Don't plan too," He replied, rotating his hips. His hands clenched at the couch's leather on either side of her head. She felt hot and sticky, but the reason why made her body clench. It was all him. Always him.

One hour ago, he appeared on her door step. His breath was ragged. The hat on his head covered his eyes, but she was used to the expression he always ended up giving her when he came over. Lust. Full of want. Passion.

After the truck incident, they traded numbers. She was against it, but he told her it was best for when one of them felt the urge to fuck. He was downright sure it would be him, but midnight that night she texted him. Slightly tipsy and her body craved him; called for him so she did call for him. She spilled her address and he didn't even give her time to hang up the phone before he was driving down the road to see her.

They had their meet up places. After the photoshoot or before, whenever they crossed paths, mostly; he'd come to her house or she'd go to Abraham's. He knew of it and didn't say anything. He was always gone when she got there. Rick made sure they never had to be in each other's space for far too long. She remembered asking him once why couldn't they meet up at his place. He told her very calmly he was having it worked on. Thought it would be best to not be interrupted when he was in mid-stroke.

She was sure, before she slept with Rick, that if anyone described how he was in bed. She'd think they were lying. She always imagined him as soft and romantic. Intense and slow.

He was super intense, slow when he wanted to tease her. He drove her fucking crazy.

"Michonne, are you here with me?" He asked.

She moaned in response, nodding. She couldn't look in his eyes. His lust filled gaze made her feel things she wasn't ready to understand.

"God, I thought about you all day." He said, pulling completely out. He paused to catch his breath before he slammed his body back into her. She squealed in delight, he had gone deeper inside of her. It was like he was trying to stake a claim on her body that she hadn't even reached yet.

"Stop! Stop! Right there!" She moaned loudly, slapping her hands to his ass to hold him still inside of her.

He smirked; a small chuckle left his eyes. "Are you cumming, dear?"

"Shut up." She wasn't. But she just wanted him close to her.

Even with her grip on his ass, he rotated his hips, grinding his body into her, on to her. He rubbed at her perfectly and she bucked, mumbling stop, but her body wanted him to go harder. Her body wanted so many things and yet she knew she wouldn't be as satisfied.

"Fuck..." Her eyes fluttered, she tilted her head back. Her lips parted to let out a heavy breath. She released her hold on his ass, scratching up his back to his shoulders.

She turned her head to look up at him. Sweat collected at his brow. His chest rose and fell with breath. His hair was wet and curled, wild, standing up in places.

"Need a break? I can keep this up all night."

"Shut up." She repeated, rolling her eyes.

"Is that all you can say? Earlier you wouldn't stop talking about how much you wanted to be bent over. You want..."

She slapped one of her hands to his mouth, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Shut up, Rick. All you do is talk."

He shook his head her hand fell from his mouth. "I can talk up my game, Chonne. I know what I'm doing. Do you?"

She didn't know how to respond. Rick had a way with words that made electricity shoot through her body. She always felt like she was dancing on the edge with him.

"Let's try something different."

She laughed, shaking her head for a moment. "Like what? We've done everything."

"Not quite." He lifted up pulling from her body. Her nails scratched down his back, trying to grab onto him to stay, but he wiggled free to move towards the other side, stretching out one leg. The other was half bent and on the floor.

She leaned up, rubbing at her lips with her index finger. She was confused, not sure what he meant, but that didn't mean she didn't want to try.

"Ride me."

That was them trying something different? If he wished. She moved to all fours, crawling over towards him.

"Turn around. Face the other side." He leaned on the couch arm, stretching himself completely out. She nodded her head once, getting off the couch to turn around, facing the opposite way. Her breath caught in her throat. "Back it up, slowly...Yeah just like that."

She did as he asked, backing it up. Her body shivered as his hands rested on her ass as if to steer her towards him. She let her head hang low, allowing him to blindly lead her onto him. "Alright...stop...Fuck. Your ass. I'd love to eat cake off of this." If only she could blush, she'd give away all her secrets. "Lower...yes...God you're always so tight."

She lowered herself onto him. Her eyes rolled back. Her fingers dug into the material of the couch to make half crescent moons. She leaned her head back to straighten as he buried himself inside of her. She held herself balanced on one knee, her other leg on the floor to tangle with his.

He sat up, his arms wrapped around her middle. His hands cupped her breast. Her nipples poked at his palm. His head moved around to rest on her shoulder.

"Grind onto me, real slow." His voice was a whisper.

"Is this your version of a lapdance?"

Rick didn't say anything. She couldn't see him for an expression. She bit her bottom lip, doing just what he asked. He felt good. Every inch of his length inside of her felt heavy...maybe. Was that the right way to describe it? She felt weighty even while on top of him. She felt insanely full. She knew this moment couldn't get any sweeter.

Then it happened. She heard the unlock of her door. She gasped, loudly. Maybe from how good Rick felt stroking her body or the fact that someone was entering her house. It had to be Dayla, she was the only one with the spare. Any moment now, her sister would come around the corner and spot them, just like...

She scratched at her couch, tearing into the leather. Rick's heavy breath behind her. It made her crazy. She wanted him to be rougher.

"And now, I'm glad I didn't call."

Michonne squealed.

Rick grunted.

And the sad part was, her body convulsed, her walls tightened and she came.

;..;

"Are we going to talk about what I walked in on?" Dayla sat across from Rick. One of her legs thrown over the other. Her fingers laced together in her lap as she stared at him.

Rick tapped his fingers on the small couch pillow that covered his lower body. His hair was wet and most of it hung in his face. He didn't move. Couldn't move at this point. Michonne had long left to her bedroom to throw on something, leaving him alone with her. Rick almost asked Michonne if he could put clothes on as well, it's not like Dayla saw much of anything, but Michonne had given him this look as she got up from off of him. Her head held high as she walked across the living room to her bedroom.

"Don't you want to wait till your sister's back?"

Dayla shook her head, throwing her head to one side as she continued to stare at him. "Not really. She's just going to tell me I should have called. Which I thought about doing, but then something just told me to come over and I did."

Rick understood that. He listened to his gut whenever it called to him most. He glanced down at the pillow. It was slightly lifted. He was still semi-hard and every time he inhaled, it made it worse. Michonne clung to his skin. It was almost like she hadn't left him, still doing their dance and Dayla's intrusion was just some paranoia.

"Can I get dressed, Dayla?"

Dayla straightened her head, shrugging, her bottom lip sticking out. "If you want too." She slowly raised her hands up and palms out. "I don't have a camera phone. I won't take quick shots of your...bits."

Rick nodded, stood with the pillow in hand covering his length. His pants were on his side of the couch. He leaned to the side, stretching out his hand to grab for his jeans, holding them up. Once he stepped in Michonne's house, they were all over each other. In his mind, the less clothes the better. Plus Michonne agreed with him, when she answered the door all she wore around her body was a blanket that he quickly unraveled and had her on her back on the floor with her legs spread as his tongue...

"Is this your shirt too?" He heard Dayla ask and he glanced up, snapping himself out of his thoughts to focus. He mumbled his answer, holding the pillow closer towards his member. He wouldn't dare flash Michonne's sister. Just his luck, even with his progress with her, he'd be back at square one if she walked out from her room to see him flashing her sister.

"Do you mind if you left the shirt on the chair? Rather not dress in front of you."

Dayla nodded, rising from her chair, placing the shirt over the chairs arm. "Sure. I left something in the car anyway. That should give you the perfect amount of time."

Rick nodded, glancing down. The house was starting to cool and it brushed against his skin, making him twitch just a bit.

Dayla turned on her heel. A slow lyric of theirs rumbled from her throat as she walked away. He made sure he saw her turn the corner before he dropped the pillow, slipping into his jeans, fixing himself as he walked over to get his shirt. He was slipping into it when he heard a bedroom door open.

It must have been Michonne. He couldn't see with the shirt around his head.

"Where's Dayla? Did she leave?"

He mumbled a quick quiet no. The shirt was suddenly difficult, but he managed. Once the shirt was over his head, he grabbed for his jeans, zipping them back up. His socks and shoes were around here somewhere.

"She gave me space so I can dress. She'll be back." He placed his hands on his hips, taking a moment to look at Michonne. She wore her hair up, a beige tank top and blue denim shorts. Her hands were on her hips too.

"Oh good. I'm not sure how to say this. I just never thought we'd get caught."

His ears perked up. He couldn't believe he heard her say it. Or his mind was playing tricks on him again?

"Caught? You trust your sister, right?" He stepped back to sit on the couch, throwing one leg over the other. He reached out to fix the small pillows to lay on the big ones.

"Of course. She's going to hold it over my head for awhile that she walked in on us having sex, but..."

He heard her right. She said 'we' and 'us'. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his features, but he wasn't going to say anything. He wondered though if she knew she was saying it. But again, he wouldn't say a word in fear she'd stop and he'd be back at square one with her. Something he was trying to avoid.

"Just tell her the truth. You guys are close." He moved to sit down, patting the space next to him for her to sit down too. "You both will laugh it off and you'll be fine."

It took her a minute, but she walked towards him, sitting down.

"I don't know why I kept it from her." She said and yet once more Rick wanted to tell her his honest opinion but felt she put a stop to what they were doing. He was selfish in this and he couldn't help himself. Technically, any chance he wanted her. He got her. If the situation at his house wasn't soon to be resolved he'd have her in his damn sheets.

"Like I said. Just be honest." He nodded his head as the front door opened again.

Dayla was humming loudly as she rounded the corner. A big black bag in her hands. "I was going to give this to Michonne to have you all sign it, but since you're here. I might as well get your John Hancock before I get the others."

"Dayla I don't think he wants to sign..."

"It's alright." He moved towards the edge of the couch, reaching out with his hand from the bag that Dayla held. She grinned, skipping towards him to place the bag at his feet.

"There are several things for you to sign, but just sign like five things. I want everyone else to have their turn."

"Yes ma'am." Rick reached down, opening the bag to dig through it. There were posters, collectible items, even shirts. He laughed, closing the bag back up to relax back into the couch.

Dayla moved to her previous spot, throwing her leg over the other. Her eyes on them both. She raised her hand, pointing her index and middle finger at them. "You sure you should be sitting that close together? I don't want anything started while I'm here. Especially not in front of my eyes."

Michonne gasped. Rick burst out in laughter. "It's not going to happen." Rick replied before Michonne could get a word out. "I apologize you had to see that."

Dayla nodded her head, liking his answer. "How long has this been going on?"

"Not long." Michonne spoke up, closing her mouth shut for a moment. "It started before the concert."

Which was the truth. Rick would have thought she would have said something else.

"Is this the second time?"

Rick opened his mouth to reply. He wasn't exactly sure how many times he had Michonne, but he knew he'd need a minute to calculate.

Michonne beat him to the punch. "I'm not discussing that with you."

Dayla leaned, her brow arched. "It's because he's here isn't he? You can tell me. I won't say a word."

Michonne shook her head. "It's just none of your business."

Rick leaned into the couch arm, adjusting himself to look at both women. He closed his mouth. It wasn't his conversation to have with Michonne's sister. He was going to take his small win. Michonne was starting to see them as a 'we' as an 'us'.

"I just saw you guys have sex. I think it's my business. Plus I would have thought you would...wait."

Michonne sat up straighter, lifting herself up off the couch to place her leg underneath her butt. "Wait what?"

"I called you and you were distant. Quiet. Was Rick in the room?"

Dayla turned her head at Rick, staring at him with wide eyes. He assumed she was trying to put it together.

"You are dirty. Freaky. " She curled her upper lip up, shaking her head. "Now I don't want to know."

"Look we're friends with benefits." Michonne looked at him, nodding her head at him, her eyes glancing at her now slouching sister.

He cleared his throat. She was putting them in their conversations. Was she starting to take his words more seriously? Was she starting to accept what he told her?

God he hoped so.

"Yes. We're both adults." He focused his attention on Dayla and felt like he was repeating himself. Giving her the same speech he gave to Michonne. "We don't have to date."

"Are there rules?"

Rick begun to nod, but stopped. His only rule was get Michonne to...He couldn't see no other reason past the sex. It's what he craved the most. All he wanted to tell Dayla was that he wanted her sister. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't...God he was a mess. So he kept quiet. Michonne was going to have to answer this.

"We do. We do." Michonne tilted her head to the side. Her fingers tapping against each other. "We have private rules. You're my sister and I love you, but that's just something between us adults."

Dayla rose her hands, nodding her head. "I understand. " She lowered them, tilting her own head. Her eyes flickered between Rick and Michonne before the next question slipped. "Do you guys have safe words when it gets to freaky?"

Michonne glanced at Rick and Rick glanced at her. They hadn't discussed it. Though on the day of her birthday there probably should have been a safe word in there somewhere. He didn't, not intentionally, put his fingers in the forbidden zone. Not like she didn't like it.

"Whats exactly freaky, Dayla?"

"Don't answer that, Day. You don't need to know."

"Why not?" Dayla turned her head to face her sister. "I'm bored." She said, a small pout on her lips. "I wanted to hang out, but Rick was all out and I just want to talk."

Rick held back his laughter, scooping up the bag in his arms to throw it over his shoulder. "If you don't mind. I'm going to find the rest of my clothes and head out."

He bowed his head at both of them. He hadn't finish and probably would have to go home to tend to himself. He'd let the girls have their time. Family comes first. God, didn't he know that.

"No. I can go. She's busy." Dayla jumped up. "I should have called."

"Rick..." Michonne stood up too. She reached out to touch his shoulder and he stopped to glance at her.

"It's alright."

Her eyes glanced down towards his jeans. It was like she was reading his mind.

"No. We're good." He turned his head to give her a wink, mouthing quickly that he'd text her.

She nodded her head, dropping her hold on his shoulder.

Dayla moved to sit back down, throwing her leg over the other. "No rush on the signatures or anything."

"I'll give it to the boys tonight." He reminded himself to call them so they could do this all in one go. Michonne's twin sister just saw...well he wasn't sure what she saw but it was the least he could do.

"Alright. See you at the photoshoot." He heard Dayla call after him. He was already rounding the corner to leave.

First on his to do list rid himself of his blue balls. Then he'd call the boys to sign the items Dayla had given him.

He sighed, glancing down to look for his socks and shoes. He set the bag down, slipping into them quickly.

His lower half was throbbing for some kind of release.

God damn it, family came over everything. Literally.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I was trying to lighten it with Dayla. I'm not sure if it worked.

Thanks again for reading.