Best Friend (Part II)

Hours later, Michonne is walking into her bedroom from the adjacent bathroom after taking a shower. She is wrapped in a fluffy white towel and moves over to her dresser, seeking something to wear for bed. A light knock sounds at her door and she immediately knows that it's Rick. She only considers her lack of attire for one second before she boldly walks over to the door and opens it.

Rick takes one look at her in the towel and falters. "Sorry. I can come back. I didn't know….."

"Rick, it's fine. You wanna come in?" She steps back, allowing him the space and the freedom to decide on his own.

He takes a step back, then glances down at her bare feet, allowing his eyes to travel to her slim calves, to her toned thighs where the towel hits her midway, further up to the slight bumps underneath the towel, on to her thin, but shapely shoulders, her long, graceful neck, and finally her beautiful and expressive face. He swallows nervously as he gazes into her soft, brown eyes and recognizes the want, the hunger. He drops his eyes again and tries unsuccessfully to quell down the feelings raging through his body. He came to her room, wanting to talk about what passed between them earlier, wondering if they could be more than best friends.

He felt like he was being tortured as he sat through story time with Carl and Judith in the living room while Michonne watched them and commented from the kitchen bar where she was having her dinner. She appeared so carefree and unaffected by what happened between them that he thought he must have imagined it.

She clears her throat to get his attention, then slowly starts to close the door. She smiles as Rick plants a foot in between the door and the frame, preventing her from closing it all the way. "In or out?"

He places a hand against the door just above the knob and pushes his way in slowly. He watches as she backs away and allows him inside. He's not sure what the night will bring, but she's already everything to him. She does all that a wife would do for a husband…all except one thing and from the look in her eyes, he can scratch that one thing off of his list after tonight. He closes the door behind him and as he turns the lock, the audible click of it seems to seal their fate.

Michonne is nervous, but she's sure of what she wants. This attraction between them has been building for months. She always knew there was some sort of connection there and she also knew they were both still grieving their losses. Grieving doesn't equate dead though and if what she felt tonight, however brief it was, is any indication of what they could share, she is willing to take the next step.

"So, do you want to talk about it first?" She asks.

Rick shakes his head no.

"Are you sure about this? Is this what you really want?"

"I'm sure that I want you. Do you want me?" He asks.

She answers by closing the short distance between them and moving her hands up to unbutton his shirt.

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They fall into a routine. Both continue to patrol as constables, both continue to go on runs when necessary, both continue to co-parent together and they continue to have sex….really good sex almost every night after Carl and Judith are fast asleep.

Michonne couldn't be happier. Rick has turned out to be an amazing lover and she can't get enough of him. Her favorite moments are when they are completely spent after a night of love and he wraps his arms around her, enveloping her in his warmth as the cold winter wind whistles and howls outside their window. That is when she feels the safest and the most secure.

Rick can't wait to get home to Michonne each night. Once they are ensconced in the house, it's all about them and the kids. He doesn't want to take his eyes off of her, he enjoys the playfulness, the light touches, the whispers and the lovemaking is something he has never experienced before. He has had a certain something on his mind for a while now and he thinks tonight is a good night to bring it up to her.

He watches as she finishes up the last touches on their dinner while he sets the table.

"I'm gonna run up and change real quick," she informs him and Carl as she is still wearing her uniform.

Rick rushes over to her and whispers in her ear as Carl looks on with a slight frown.

She shares a look with him before saying, "Ok." She looks to Carl and Judith. "Well, let's eat."

"Thought you were gonna change clothes?" Carl reminds her.

"I'll just wait until after dinner."

Carl eyes her and his dad suspiciously but doesn't comment.

Hours later, Rick and Michonne are in her bedroom as usual and she is questioning him about why he wanted her to remain in her uniform.

"I have kind of a confession to make," he admits.

"A confession, huh? Well, let's have it, Grimes."

"Can I confess while I undress you?" He asks with a slight smile.

Michonne is already excited as her eyes light up and she nods, watching as he lifts from the bed to stand in front of her. He loosens her tie and unbuttons the tiny buttons at the collar before slowly working on the buttons down the front of her shirt.

He leans in and whispers, "I've been fantasizing about this for weeks." He reaches down to one wrist and unbuttons the shirt there and mimics his actions at the other wrist. He then lifts her collar, pulling the tie away from the shirt and allowing it to drop back to her bare neck as he pushes the shirt off of her shoulders. He tosses it aside and looks down to admire her in the tie, a navy blue bra, and her black leather pants with the studded belt.

She reaches to pull the tie over her head, but he grabs her hand with a shake of his head.

"The tie stays. It's important," he tells her as he places his hands on her shoulders, tracing his fingers down her arms and across her stomach to land on her belt, unbuckling it. He unbuttons and unzips her pants, pushing his hands inside against her hips as he works them down her legs. He lifts one foot, removing a sock before pulling her leg free of one pants leg and doing the same for the other. He looks up at her before placing a kiss against her thong covered core and pushing himself to a stand.

She can only breathe heavily as she is highly aroused and doesn't want to break his concentration. She gasps as he turns her around and starts unhooking her bra. She shudders as he pushes the straps aside and caresses her arms as he allows her to remove them from the bra. She watches as the bra joins her pants and socks on the floor, still wondering about this confession of his.

"Turn around," he commands softly. "Slowly."

Michonne inhales deeply and turns slowly to face him. She is wearing her uniform tie and floral print thong, nothing else.

"Damn," Rick exclaims.

"You wanna tell me what gives?"

"Just let me take it all in for just a moment." He swallows visibly as he studies her from head to toe over and over again. "This…." He points to her body, moving his finger up and down. "…..is my fantasy. Well, one of them. You in your uniform tie, a thong and nothing else. I must admit this is way better than I imagined."

"Well, I have a few confessions I need to make, too," Michonne admits as he takes her by surprise and wraps the tie around his hand, pulling her to him.

"Later. Tonight is my night and I'm all about you." He smiles as he leans in and places his lips against hers.

A/N: Rick's confession was actually a request from an anon ask on Tumblr. Whoever sent it I sure hope you're reading this story. Let me know if you approve. More to come.