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Rick buttoned his shirt, before rearranging himself in his jeans; his erection was still there. Michonne turned off the stove, and watched him; the persistent throbbing between her thighs was still present. After the last button was fastened, he approached and gave her a quick kiss to the lips.

"I'll be back as fast as I can," he promised, making his way hastily to the exit of the apartment.

"Okay," said Michonne. "Don't be too long."

He looked back at her and licked his lips, "I won't. Now, the drugstore is just around the corner?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Go right, you can't miss it."

Rick nodded, and then walked back to where Michonne was standing. He wrapped his arms around her once more and pressed a deep, sensuous kiss to her lips, before he dragged himself away. He needed to get condoms so that they could explore this overwhelming lust and attraction they shared. She smiled and watched him leave her home, silently hoping he would return swiftly to put her out of this delicious misery.

…..

After pressing the button for the elevator, Rick checked the time on his wristwatch, and then looked to see which floor it was on: It was in the basement of the building. Impatiently, he thumbed the button once more and then waited. There was no movement. Rick sighed and then looked around the corridor. One of the apartment doors opened, and a young man stepped out. He approached, nodded his head in greeting, and then stood next to Rick. They waited a moment, and there was still no movement.

"The elevator has been messing up a bit over the past few weeks," said the young man, and he began to walk away. "Quicker to take the stairs."

Rick watched him shift toward the stairwell, and then make his way down. He decided he should do the same, as he did not want to make Michonne wait longer than she had to. Hurriedly, he went to the stairs, and descended them, spurred on by his desire to return to the beautiful woman in the apartment, and to pick up where they had left off.

…..

Michonne walked into the bathroom and checked her appearance once more. She had fixed her clothing back into place. Yet, she wore a knowing little smirk because when Rick got back, he would remove the garments and explore fully what was underneath. She could not sit still because of the anticipation.

She wondered a moment if she should change into some sexy lingerie, but thought better of it, knowing Rick would be back sooner rather than later. She also kept it in mind that he was quite attracted to her without said undergarments.

After checking herself in the mirror, she retrieved a couple of small candles from her shelf, and placed them on her nightstand. They smelled of jasmine, and would create a more relaxed atmosphere for her and Rick to be better acquainted in.

She wanted this with him, and she wanted it eagerly. Briefly, while they were getting to know one another on the sofa, the thought had registered that maybe this was too soon. Then Rick kissed her clavicle and she lost her train of thought. Yes. She wanted this with him.

Leaving the candles unlit beside her bed, she walked back out to the kitchen and stirred the food again. She looked at the time on the clock; he had been gone a while longer than she had expected. The drugstore around the corner from her building was not usually too busy during the daytime, she recalled. She was certain he knew what he was looking for, and where exactly to find it. Then a thought crept into her mind: What if her forwardness had put Rick off once the blood had flowed back to his brain? What if he, after getting some fresh air, had changed his mind?

Growing a little worried, she went to check her phone. Her heart sank when she saw five missed calls from Rick. Taking a deep breath, Michonne returned his call. After two rings, he answered the phone.

"Hello?" said Rick.

"Hey," Michonne replied.

"Thank God," Rick said in a relieved tone.

"Everything okay?" she asked, twirling her hair around her finger.

Taking a discreet, deep breath, she steeled herself for his excuse. Would he tell her he was not ready to take this step? Would he say he had gone straight to his car and was on his way home? She felt her tummy do little somersaults as she waited for his response.

"Umm, this is kind o' awkward," he started, before clearing his throat. "But, ah, I'm gonna need a bit of help."

"What happened?" she asked, growing concerned.

"I had a little accident," Rick explained.

"Oh my goodness!" said Michonne. "Rick, what happened?"

"Well," he offered. "I was rushing down the stairs, ya see, and I tripped and I'm pretty sure I twisted my ankle."

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"Thanks again for this," Rick said, somewhat drowsily, as Michonne drove him home. They had come from the emergency room, and upon examination, it was determined that he had, in fact, sprained his ankle. Their wait there had taken up a large portion of their afternoon. He was grateful that she had stayed with him; she was thankful he had not hurt himself in a more serious manner.

"It's okay, Rick," she replied, smiling over at him. His eyelids appeared to be growing heavier; she attributed that to the pain medication he had been given. "I want you to get home safely. Left up ahead?"

"Yeah, left up here," he offered. "And then it's the fourth house on the right."

Michonne followed his directions, and turned into the quiet, suburban street. Rick pointed toward his home, and she pulled into the driveway. After turning the car off, she spun to offer him another smile.

"Sorry I ruined our plans," he said, pouting. She found him to be so adorable in that moment.

"Don't be sorry," she said, placing her hand to his shoulder. "It was an accident. Besides, I was hoping we'd get a do-over."

"A do-over, eh?" Rick asked, wearing a smirk of his own.

"Yeah," she replied flirtatiously. "When you're feeling better, of course."

Rick brushed her hair away from her face, and then said, "I feel better already."

He then leaned in and placed a kiss to her mouth. It started off slow and languid, but soon grew passionate, as she laced her fingers in his hair, and he tried desperately to close the distance between them. They withdrew from the kiss when Rick winced in pain.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, just bent my ankle a little," he offered. "I'm okay. C'mere."

He drew her face closer again, and planted another kiss on her lips. Just as he was about to bring his hand up under her dress, there came a tapping on the window behind her. They broke apart quickly, and turned to see two youngsters standing there staring in at them.

"Shit," said Rick, as he pressed the button to roll down the window. "Hey, kids."

"Hi, Dad," Carl replied, glancing at his father, then at the stranger sitting awkwardly in the front seat of his father's car, then down at Judith. "What're you doin' home so early?"

"Oh, I had a little accident…"

"Dad?" asked Carl, his face creasing with concern.

"It's nothin'," Rick answered. "Just a sprain. Michonne brought me home."

The boy glanced at the woman questioningly. He knew his father had gone a few dates, but he had not met the woman yet. Rick remembered this as he took in his son's expression.

"I should introduce ya'll," said Rick, somewhat nervously. "Michonne, these are my children, Judith and Carl."

She gave them a sweet smile, and said, "Hello."

"Kids, this is my, uh," Rick stammered. "This is…my friend, Michonne."

A/N: Repost. I left Judy out because I am a dickhead lol