A/N: I have to address something re the Guest Reviewer who said Michonne doesn't respect her body. Firstly, I am not trying to be rude or defensive; I just want to understand something, and offer some insight. Here goes:

Michonne is an undercover agent who has seemingly infiltrated a crime syndicate before as a honeypot (I haven't elaborated on anything yet). This is her job; she apparently (because I haven't even explained it yet) used seduction as an undercover operative. Is that the disrespecting her body you're talking about? I mean, the only person she has had sex scenes with in this story hitherto has been Rick. So, I'm interested to know how is she disrespecting her body right now? She hasn't enacted the current honeypot directive; the audience knows NOTHING about the Mike Anthony case. It is all subtext and suggestion until I explore it explicitly.

I'm actually kind of perturbed, to be honest. Women are constantly held to higher standards than men, even in our fanfiction, and I am over of it. Respectability politics and all of that comes into play, even in a sexually explicit DarkFic about a female undercover agent. I mean, Rick has slept with more people than Michonne has in this story, yet Michonne doesn't respect her body? Why?

I appreciate that you've read it thus far, but this story will be difficult for anyone with a narrow view on women's sexual agency and choices, specifically as it pertains to work. I hope you can understand what I am saying here. I'm not trying to chide you for feeling how you feel, because your voice is valid, I'm just trying to be transparent with the nature of this fic. Michonne is going to do things the reader doesn't agree with; as will Rick. He has actually done much more morally questionable stuff than she has, but he's #BigDaddyRick and she's…#WTFMichonne? and #StayClassyMichonne

Often, even in transformative works, such a fanfiction, where we have the opportunity to write progressive narratives, women are still held to a higher standard than men, and not given the chance to display as much moral ambiguity as their male counterparts. I want Michonne to be as morally ambiguous as Rick in this, and not have to subscribe to notions that she doesn't care or respect herself for doing what she has to do.

Anyways, I hope you can see where Michonne is coming from in this universe. Thanks for the feedback. I appreciate you reading and reviewing. I hope addressing this here doesn't alienate me from readers, and cause people to stop reading this story. That's always a fear, isn't it? But I have to defend Michonne; I will always defend Michonne.

Okay, let's find out what these sexy motherfuckers are doing :)

Michonne's POV

I am so caught up in my own pleasure washing over me, that I almost miss the fact that Rick has come inside of me. He curses once more, and then withdraws his dick.

"Fuck," he says as he collapses beside me on the bed. I roll to my side and glance over at him; he rubs the tip of his sex and milks the rest of his seed that did not spill inside of me. The sticky fluid squirts out in a steady stream from his tip, and trickles down his hand.

"Fuck," he repeats, before closing his eyes. "Sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay," I answer, fighting to catch my breath, and growing aroused again at the sight of Rick stroking his big thick cock. "We don't have anything to worry about."

He opens his eyes, and looks at me. My gaze is on his dick, and he notices. A smirk plays on his features.

"You want more o' this?" he asks; his voice low and husky.

I return his smile, before suck my index and middle fingers into my mouth, spread my legs, and bring them to my well-fucked little pussy.

"Yes, Daddy," I mewl. I then proceed to rub my clit. I feel his cum drip from inside of me and run down my leg. He watches; his eyes fiery.

"Fuck," he whispers. "I'm gonna need a minute."

I slide my fingers into my hot center, before moaning, "Hmmmm, don't take too long."

…..

Rick's POV

I fuckin' love this view of her as she straddles me and rolls her hips while she grinds on top of me. She feels so good when she clenches her walls around my hardness. Her hands pressed to my chest to steady herself while she slides her pussy up and down my erection. I grip her ass and spread her cheeks apart as she takes my entire length. She leans down and kisses me; I thrust upwards into her as our lips and tongues come together.

"Hmmm, Rick," she moans into my mouth as I stay ramming into her. After a moment, I sit up, and wrap my arms around her waist; she drapes hers over my shoulders. Our chests are pressed together, and she continues to ride me; I bite her collarbone before kissing it. I bring my mouth to her breast, and suck one of her stiff little nipples, swirling my tongue over it. She grabs hold of my arms, digging her nails in, as her head rolls backwards while she persists with her grinding.

I bring one hand up to grip the back of her neck; I draw her face closer, so I can watch her pleasured expressions. Each time she rolls her hips forwards, her mouth falls open like an o.

"Oh," she whimpers, each time she moves her hips, sliding up and down my cock. I kiss her lips once more and then stare into her eyes while she rides me.

I lean back onto one elbow, bend my knee, and plant my foot. I thrust upwards hurriedly a few times, and am met with her cries of, "Ooh, shit."

She still holds my gaze as I drive my hard cock up into her tightness; she kneels and waits for me to impale her over and over again.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh we fit together perfectly.

"Oh, yes," she cries as I pump into her once more; she rubs her clit furiously. I shift her hand to afford myself a better view. I entwine our finger and keep thrusting upwards.

"You like that, baby?" I ask her, as I watch her hot little cunt lips swallow my big, veiny cock. I don't wait for her to answer, before I roll her onto her back and capture her mouth with mine. I am still inside of her as we share a kiss. After we part slightly, I rest the back of her head on my forearm, keep my lips close to hers, and start thrusting into her sweet pussy harder and harder and faster and faster. She digs her nails into my back and wraps her legs around my hips.

…..

Michonne's POV

Oh, fuck.

"You like that?" he asks me again; his breath his hot on my mouth. We've never been this close before. His eyes pierce mine, more intensely than his thick cock is filling me right now.

Hmmmmm is all I can manage as he hits my spot.

"Say it," he demands, as he fills me again and yet again.

"Ooh, yes," I whimper. "Just like that. Ahhh, ah, ohh. Just like that."

…..

Rick's POV

"Ohhh, Michonne," I whisper before I kiss her again. Our lips are still touching as we breathe into each other's mouths. "Oh, baby. Ohhhhhh, fuck."

I close my eyes and hasten my thrusts.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh," she responds, urging me to fuck her harder. "Ahh, ah, ah, shit, Rick. Hmmmmm yes."

We kiss once more; I want to enjoy it, so I slow my strokes. I lift one of her legs and then push my sex into hers deeper, before withdrawing it slowly. I do this a few more times as we share unhurried kisses; I enjoy the feeling of her fingers in my hair almost as much as I love her womanhood wrapped around my dick. We break our kiss, and then stare into each other's eyes.

Fuck. She is so fucking beautiful.

I thrust deeper before quickening my pace; she blesses me with a loud moan.

"Oh, yes, Rick," she cries; I drive my cock into her. "Fuck me."

I bite my lip and breathe, "Hmmmmm."

She's so wet; my hardness slips in and out of her. My cock is drenched from her juices.

"Oooh, yes," she cries. "Fuck me, harder. Hmmmm. Harder, Rick."

Shit.

My cock quivers and throbs each time she calls my name.

Fuck.

I ram it into her with more fervor; I grunt with each thrust. Low, animalistic.

Uhhh, uhh, ahhhhhhh.

….

Michonne's POV

Oh, god.

I've never been with anyone like this by anyone before. He holds my face and stares into my eyes while he fucks me. His eyes look dark with desire, and the hint of something else.

Ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh

I can't look away. He owns me. Fuck, I'm his. I keep crying out his name as he hits my spot over and over.

Ohhhhhhhhh

With each thrust, he stakes his claim, drawing me nearer to my climax.

Hmmmmmmmmm

My eyes roll shut as I come; I breathe against his lips as he kisses me once more. His lips never leave mine, even when he finds his own intense release. Our bodies remain melded together; breathless and panting; drenched in sweat; and dripping with his seed, and the nectars of my desire.

…..

It's quiet and dark. My skin still feels flushed, and my legs, weak; though I have cleaned between my thighs, I am still tender from his attentions. His breathing is steady, as he cradles me in arm; my head resting on his shoulder and my palm pressed to his chest. It's quiet. It's dark. I speak.

"Rick?" I ask into the darkness.

"Hm?" he answers tiredly.

"Was it weird for you to come here as a kid?" he takes a deep breath and strokes his thumb down my bare back.

"Kinda, at first," he replies. "But I got used to it."

"When was your first visit?" I press. "Do you remember?"

"Sure," he offers. "I must've been eight or something like that. My Daddy didn't have anyone to watch after me and my brother while he was gone, so he brought us along."

"Where was your mom?"

"She passed away when we were younger," he relays. I notice the slight change in his voice; it grows softer. "I remember a little bit about her, but not much. I know my father loved her, and after she was gone, something inside of him died, too."

"I'm sorry," I say sincerely; he gives my arm a squeeze and continues talking.

"The first time we came here, I thought it was just some fancy ass place for my father's friends," he recalls. "There were nannies to look after us; food and toys to keep us occupied. It was like a real vacation away from King County."

"How often did you make the trip?"

"Twice a year, maybe," he states. "Me and my brother got to share a room together, and it was like stayin' in a hotel."

"I can believe that," I offer, thinking about how luxurious the rooms are.

"And there was even fuckin' room service," Rick said, a laugh rumbling through his chest. "If we wanted anything, we called down to the kitchen, and someone would bring it up to us."

"Do you think we could do that right now? Order room service?" I ask playfully.

"Damn, woman," he starts. "You still hungry? I thought I fed you well not too long ago."

I slap his chest, "Whatever."

"What?"

"It's not like you didn't just eat my entire ass, Grimes," I retort; he laughs again, his hand finding my backside.

"Hmmm," he lets out.

"I'm serious," I say, bringing the conversation back to more innocent topics. "Could we get room service here now?"

"I don't reckon so, darlin'," he responds naturally; I smile at his term of address. "I think Deanna's kitchen staff might be off the clock now."

"True," I proffer, as I nuzzle closer to him. He presses a kiss to my brow.

"How about tomorrow mornin', I get you some breakfast and you can eat it in bed?" he asks, bringing his hand back to my arm and stroking it softly. "How does that sound?"

"Sounds great," I say with a smile.

"All right, then," he offers. "We should get some sleep."

"Okay," I answer, running my thumb over his chest.

"C'mere," he says. "Gimme a kiss."

I lift my head, and then find his lips with mine. He cups my face; the kiss is slow and deep. When we draw apart, I miss the sensation right away. I move back to how I was just a moment ago, with my head resting against him.

"Goodnight," I whisper, trying desperately to ignore the fluttering in my stomach.

"Night, beautiful," he whispers, making the fluttering stronger.

…..

Rick's POV

The first rays of the new day fill the room with light, as I watch Michonne deep in slumber. She looks so peaceful when she's sleeping. She always looks amazing, but when she is like this, breathing softly and dreaming, she is angelic. I let my eyes roam over her beautiful face; her long lashes pressed lightly against her cheeks. Her smooth skin glowing in early morning sunlight. She is immaculate. I could stay like this, taking in every inch of her perfection, forever. I would love to have this image of her to awaken to each day for the rest of my existence. Though, the time being will suffice. I sigh loudly, and she stirs. She blinks a rapidly, then focusses on me sitting next to her on the bed.

"Hey," she greets, stretching out and yawning.

"Mornin'," I reply.

"What time is it?" she asks.

"A little past six," I answer. "I got you this."

I pick up the tray of fruit, toast, croissants, cheese, and muesli that is sitting on the nightstand, and place it next to her. She graces me with a radiant smile.

"Thank you," she says. "This is great."

She sits up in the bed; the covers fall away, but she does not hide her nakedness. Instead, she reaches for a strawberry and places it in her mouth. Then, she asks for me to pass her a shirt; I find mine and hand it to her. She pulls it on and I admire her. My clothing looks good on her. She rolls up the sleeves and gives me an adorable stare.

"You want some?" she asks, gesturing to the tray.

"I can't stay," I admit finally. "I promised to have breakfast with Deanna."

She pouts; she is beyond adorable. I brush her hair from her face.

"I don't want to leave you and all o' this food," I say earnestly. "But I've got a job to do."

"I know," she replies, before picking up another strawberry. "Here."

She holds the piece of fruit to my lips, and I take a bite of it. She holds what is left of it there until I finish it off. I suck her fingers into my mouth for good measure. I need to leave now before she makes me late for my breakfast meeting.

"I won't be too long," I say, before taking her hand and kissing her knuckles.

"I'll be waiting," she says with a smile.

…..

Rick's POV

There is a small, private room that is joined to the main dining room. Deanna and I sit there, drinking coffee, and eating toasted baguette slices. We are the only two people in there, once her waiting staff retreat. This is the only time we've had together without someone nearby; we can speak freely. I can tell by the solemn expression she is wearing that this breakfast is not just for the two of us to catch-up, without interruptions. Deanna needs something from me, and she is about to make her request.

"Gregory," she starts. "He's costing me money."

"He's a jackass," I relay, taking another sip of my beverage.

"An expensive jackass," she adds. "I need to let him go."

I know what she is implying; she wants him dead.

"Have you found someone to break the news to him?" I ask, referring to a contract killer. "Jadis, maybe?"

"No," she replies. "I don't want any of my other employees to know; it breeds distrust, and we can't have distrust in this business."

I nod my head; I know what she is going to ask.

"I trust you more than anyone else, Rick," she offers, with a gentle smile that negates the severity of what we are discussing. "That's why I'd like for your people to handle this for me."

"You want me to do it? Or someone who works for me?" I query.

"Whatever is easiest," she answers. "Whatever gets it done quickly, with nothing being linked back to me."

"All right," I offer, as I lean back in my chair. "I'll take care of it."

"Great," she says jovially. "Thank you. Now, let's not talk about business anymore. That gorgeous girlfriend of yours, where is she?"

"I brought her breakfast in bed," I reply, unable to keep the smile, that talk of Michonne elicits, from my face.

"Oh, so you're spoiling her?" Deanna chuckles.

"Maybe," I answer. "But she's worth it."

Deanna drinks a little of her coffee, and then tilts her head, before asking, "And does she know?"

"Know what?" I ask, unsure of what my mother-figure is talking about.

She gives me a crooked smile, and then asks, "Does she know that you're in love with her?"

…..

Michonne's POV

Rick is taking longer than I thought he would, so I've showered and left the room. I figure a walk around the grounds is in order; I can get some snooping done without Grimes to chide me over it. I pass a few of the other guests on my way to the staircase, including that ill-mannered toad from last night. She offers me a wry smirk, and I want to slap it from her face, but simply raise my eyebrow, and walk past her. I do not have the energy for anyone's nonsense today. Grimes just has to get through the budget meetings, and we can leave this alternate reality.

I still have yet to decide what I'm going to do, regarding Negan, when we return to King County. I should tell Rick, but I'm not sure how he will handle the news. He's possessive, and that is half of what draws me to him, if I am being completely honest. But, I have to get this job done. Maybe I am stalling. Maybe I want to keep living out this fantasy-life with him.

I sigh loudly as I descend the stairs. A few more guests greet me amicably while going about their business. I assume the other meetings will begin soon. I wonder where Rick is, as I glance over at a passageway that is blocked off by a red rope attached to two bollards. Checking the foyer to ensure that I am alone, I make my way toward the rope, and quickly step behind it.

The long corridor is dimly lit, as I amble hastily down it. It leads away from the sitting room, and is obviously not a designated area. I come to the middle of the vestibule, and find an open door. I look over my shoulder, and then down each end of the hallway; once I am satisfied that no one is there, I slip into the room.

I find a light switch, and turn it on; immediately, I can see that the room is a study. Many books are stacked high on a large bookcase; a heavy desk sits toward the back wall; several leather chairs are placed strategically; there is a whiskey decanter and two glasses atop a nice, wooden cabinet; a safe; a filing cabinet; and a laptop are there; as well as several photographs adorning the wall. This must be Deanna Monroe's office.

I close the door carefully behind me, and begin to look around. The room has the faint scent of her expensive Versace perfume. For some reason, I am drawn to the photographs on the wall. There's a very stiff looking family portrait with whom I assume to be her late husband, herself, and a young Spencer. Their smiles don't reach their eyes. I notice another picture of Spencer at his high school graduation; except for some stubble and a goatee, he looks the same now as he did back then.

I slowly examine more of the keepsakes. Farther along the wall, I come to a frame that contains a number of different photographs. I lean forward to get a better look at the smaller images, and realize that the photos are of Grimes. There's one of him and his brother, much like the one that hangs in his father's office at the Farm; there's another of him at his high school graduation, and then at his induction into the police academy, followed by numerous shots of him in his Deputy's uniform. I knit my brow. Rick is like family to this woman; Rick is family to this woman.

As I let this realization sink in, I hear footfalls from the other side of the door. Keeping calm, I make my way quickly and quietly to the door, standing so that if it opens, I will be concealed behind it. I wait, breathing slowly, evenly, for the person to pass. When I cannot hear anymore noise from the corridor, I open the door, and then step out; hurriedly, I make my way back to the lobby. Just as I shift from behind the bollards, Rick and Deanna step into the foyer from the passageway that leads to the dining area.

I give them a friendly smile, and then go to Rick's side. He wraps his arm around my back. I greet Deanna.

"Good morning," I say amicably.

"Good morning, dear," she replies. "Sorry to keep him from you. Did you enjoy your breakfast in bed?"

I am surprised she knows that; I do well to hide it.

"Yes, thank you," I offer. "Your kitchen staff are talented."

"They are," she answers. "Tobin, Rick's chef, was one of mine. I let him go to King County for a month a little while ago, and he didn't want to come back."

"Oh, really? He's fantastic, isn't he?" I reply with a grin.

"Nothing but the best for Rick," she states, maintaining eye contact with me, until she glances at Rick; the two of them share a knowing smile. "But, I have to take my leave now; Emm, it was good to see you. Help yourself to anything you like; Rick, I'll see you in the boardroom in thirty."

"Thank you," I say, as we watch the slight woman disappear down the hallway, and head toward her office.

I pull away from Rick, and shoot him a dubious stare. I need to get more information from him about their relationship. She is one of the most important players in all of this; some intel on her could be useful in the future. I cannot just ask him outright, as I still don't know how close they really are; I have to make him want to divulge information about his mentor.

"I waited for you," I say, folding my arms; feigning irritation, but not having to fake it too much since I did wait for him. He steps closer to me, and places his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I couldn't say no to her."

I shrug, and back away from him, before saying, "Okay, well I'll see you later."

He looks unimpressed; he looks annoyed.

"Emm," he says. "What's the problem?"

"It's fine," I relay. "Do your thing."

He sighs, and then steps forward.

"I wanted to be with you," he whispers, standing close to me, but keeping his hands to himself. "But I'm busy…"

"I get it," I say, averting my gaze. "It's not like I was waiting for you or anything."

I chance a glance at him; his irritation has reared its head. I don't want to manipulate him like this, to be a nag, but it is a means to an end. He sighs loudly, narrows his eyes, and tilts his head.

"I can't just blow off Deanna so we can spend the mornin' in bed," he snaps. "I got other things to do besides fuckin' you."

Wow. That pisses me off for real. I roll my eyes, "It's cool. You don't have to explain yourself to me."

I take a few steps backwards, and then turn and head for the exit.

"Emm?" he calls after me; I keep walking. "Emm!"

His voice booms loudly in the scarcely furnished atrium; this time, I stop. Immediately, I feel him standing close behind me, as he wraps his arm around my waist. He leans in close to my ear, and says, "Don't fuckin' walk away from me."

I turn my head and reply, "Don't fucking leave me hangin' like that."

I struggle to break free from his grasp; he grips me tighter, before shifting my hair and kissing my neck. My legs are weak. I feel my irritation dissipate. I have him where I need him to be: Wanting to please me. His tongue and lips lap at my skin as I grind my ass into him discreetly. He moans in my ear, before saying, "I wanted to be with you this morning, but I gotta handle my business. Okay?"

"Okay," I answer.

"After I do what I need to do," he offers. "I'll come to you, all right?"

"All right."

He turns me around slowly and then presses his lips to mine. I throw my arms over his shoulders and melt into him. We draw apart and he places his forehead against mine, before he continues to speak.

"I don't like it when you're upset with me," he admits.

"I don't like it when you exclude me," I counter; he pulls away and stares into my eyes.

"That's not what I was doin'," he offers.

"Then why couldn't I join you?" I query.

He sighs loudly, "I can't explain everything right now."

"Can we talk about it later?" I ask, giving him a pleading look; I bite my bottom lip and bat my eyelids. His expression softens.

"Yes," he promises, as he tucks my hair behind my ear. "We'll talk about it later."

…..

Rick's POV

Shit.

She looks at me with those big, brown eyes and I fuckin' crumble.

I suppose I should tell her what's going on. She's not going to like it, but I have immunity and there's nothing she can do to stop me.

Well, maybe there is.

Who am I kidding, of course she could stop me.

Hell, she wouldn't even have to use force or her badge or a gun. All it would take is one simple request, and I would do whatever she wanted. She could have her wish with just four simple words: Please Rick, for me.