"Wait, we're really going to do this?" Michonne panted, after pulling her mouth away from Rick's to catch her breath.

He didn't stop kissing her neck, but in between kisses he groaned, "yes. Yes. Hell yes."

She laughed, yanking at his hair as he planted kisses on every area of her body not covered by clothing.

"Wait," she commanded, pressing her hand against Rick's chest.

He froze, and the look on his face was that of a puppy denied his favorite toy.

His expression made her burst into laughter.

"Come on," she said, untangling herself from him and getting to her feet.

Rick was confused.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"We are going to take a shower," Michonne explained, kicking off her shoes.

Rick still lay on the cushions, staring at her in the warm glow of their candle.

"Michonne… there is no shower," he said dumbly.

She sighed, reached for his hand and pulled him up from the floor without explanation. She then led him to the window, where the rain was pouring as hard as ever.

Without a word, Michonne kicked off her socks. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and facing away from Rick, she slowly lifted her shirt up and off her body.

Rick watched her in the darkness, his eyes unable to turn away from her smooth brown skin.

Aware Rick was now staring, Michonne reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to slide over her shoulders and then drop to the ground.

Rick felt wetness on his chin and realized his mouth was hanging open and saliva was dribbling out. He closed his mouth and stared at Michonne's naked back. Almost like a magnet, he was drawn to her until his chest had bumped into the skin of her back. He moved her hair to the side and planted more kisses to her neck, while reaching his rough hands to cover her breasts, his blistered and calloused palms rubbing against her hardened nipples.

Her skin was so smooth he couldn't help but rub his face against her shoulder.

"You're amazing," he whispered. "You're so beautiful."

She giggled and turned her head so she could plant another kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, but you're way too overdressed right now."

She turned around, and her perky brown breasts were now in front of his face. Just as they had been the first time he saw her. They were so beautiful he got distracted again, but Michonne didn't wait for him to undress himself.

She reached under his shirt and pulled it up his chest until he was forced to lift his arms so she could pull it over his head. When he was topless, her eyes roamed across his shoulders and then down his chest. She planted her palms against his pectoral muscles, and slowly trailed her fingers down his abdomen, feeling the various scars and bruises he had there.

His ribs had healed with her help, but she could see a bullet wound, and other injuries. The marks of long healed abrasions were present everywhere. He watched as she explored his chest, mapping out the scars with her finger tips. She'd never realized how many times he'd been wounded.

Her eyes met his and he was startled to see tears in them.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You've been hurt so many times. I'm sorry."

The level of concern she showed warmed his heart. He pulled her into his arms, the skin of their naked torsos bonding together and warming them. He couldn't help but harden when he felt her nipples pressing against his own.

He allowed his hands to slide down her back and into the back of her jeans. She let out a giggle when his fingers slid around the curve of her ass and grabbed a handful, something he'd wanted to do for the longest time.

Michonne surprised him when she did the same, sticking her hands down the back of his baggy jeans.

"My ass is nowhere as big as yours," Rick laughed, kissing her temple.

"No, it's not. But it's cute anyway," she answered, patting his behind.

She soon realized that his fingers were wandering deeper into her pants, and when they curved around and touched the promised land she took a sharp breath.

"No," she said moving away from him slightly. "Not before our shower."

Before Rick could ask what she was talking about, she unzipped her pants and pulled the jeans and her panties off in one go.

Rick's dick hopped to attention at the sight of her bare body in the dim moonlight. She was magnificent. The way her breasts hung, the smooth muscles in her abdomen, her muscular thighs and arms, and the soft curves of her hips and luscious ass. God he was the luckiest man alive.

His eyes moved to the delta of curly hair between her thighs.

He was actually relieved he couldn't see what was under there. If he had caught a view of her hidden lips he may have cum on himself.

"Like what you see?" she asked Rick who was staring at her again. She did a quick twirl, ending with her back to him. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a wink.

He swallowed deeply and then nodded. "More than you can imagine."

"Good, come get it deputy," Michonne teased. Before he could respond, Michonne climbed through the broken window and out into the rain.

Rick stood staring at the window for a few seconds in disbelief. He finally glanced out the window to see Michonne, naked as the day she was born, standing with her arms open and her face to the sky, allowing the rain to wash down her body.

He could've stared at that scene forever. He wished he'd had a camera, or a sketchbook, or a painting easel to document how relaxed, happy, and free she looked in that instant. Instead, he seared the moment into his brain.

She laughed and looked at him with a teasing smile.

Finally able to move once again, Rick unbuckled his belt and stripped out of his pants and boxers, following her out into the rain.

"Done staring?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," he growled.

He took a few more steps towards her, but she backed away from him. He continued forward but she stepped back. Finally he ran at her and she sprinted away, squealing as they splashed through the puddles of water.

She was fast, but he was faster, and he caught her by the arm, holding her still. He wrapped his arms around her as the rain washed over them. His hair was dripping now, and the wind pushed against them, but they stood in the dark, naked and wet, kissing each other.

"I love you so much," he whispered again. He squeezed her tightly and then lifted her off the ground, swinging her around in a circle.

"Rick!" she cried out in surprise, but then let out a laugh as her legs swung around him.

"You're gonna make me dizzy!"

"Then close your eyes."

She did and threw her head back, as he continued to twirl her around. She felt like she was flying. And she realized this was the first time in over a year that she'd been outside and felt completely safe. Completely unconcerned about walkers or people. And it was all because of him.

When they were completely soaked he stopped spinning her, lifted her into his arms, and bridal carried her back through the window and into the church lobby.

"Well, I can say I've never run around in a church parking lot buck naked in the rain before," he admitted with a laugh. "But I can't say I'm against doing it again."

He placed her feet on the ground and pressed three kisses in quick succession to her lips. He reached down and gathered up both of their clothing, teasingly swinging Michonne's panties around his finger until she snatched it away, and they grasped hands and walked back to their pile of pillows.

Rick was grinning at her like the cheshire cat, his wet hair making curls that tumbled down his face. His growing beard hid a large portion of his face, but his eyes, his bright blue eyes, were like beacons to her.

He stood there, facing her, and she allowed herself to scan him again in the candlelight. His skin was tan from the harsh sun, and his muscles were taught due to the constant walking, running, and the lack of food. His abs were just begging to be touched, flexing and relaxing as he breathed. Her eyes continued down to the patch of hair located just below his belly button, and then his throbbing cock that stuck out from amongst the hair.

He stood still as she inspected him, he wanted her to see all of him. He didn't want to hide any part of himself from her anymore.

She made eye contact with him again, grabbed his arm, and gently pushed him towards the pillows. He got the message and sank down on to them, looking up at Michonne lovingly. Each time he stared at her nakedness, his cock got harder and harder, and at this point, his thick cock was straining towards her. He wasn't sure how much he could take.

Ever so slowly, Michonne knelt down next to him and threw her leg over his body, straddling him. He held on to her waist, his fingers slowly caressing her. His eyes traveled from her breasts, to her abdomen, to the patch of hair between her thighs, and then back to her face, her locs cascading from her scalp and across her nipples. He licked his lips with anticipation and then met her eyes once again.

The look of love she wore in her wide eyes nearly made him cry.

Leaning over him slowly, she kissed him, their lips slowly rubbing against and past each other. Michonne's breasts pressed against his chest, and her full weight sat on him, and he'd never felt more happy.

His fingers soon began to wander, his left hand sliding around Michonne's waist to grip her firm backside, while his right ventured between her legs until he found her clitoris.

She sucked in a quick breath and moaned, but continued kissing him. Slowly and carefully, his thumb circled her clit, and he could feel the muscles in her thighs clench against his waist.

"That feels good?" he whispered against her cheek during a break in their kissing.

"Yes Rick," she whispered back, running her fingers across his cheek, and through his hair.

She aligned herself with his body and sat upright, so she was straddling his waist, and she began to grind against his pelvis, as he thumbed her.

"God…" Rick groaned, his eyes falling closed as she moved against him. As good as he was feeling, he never forgot to keep his thumb circling her, and soon she was letting out small sighs and whimpers, and her grinding became deeper and harder against him.

He could hear her pant as she got more and more turned on. It had been a long time since he'd made love, and he guessed it'd been the same for her. He wanted to make sure she was properly ready before they continued, he didn't want to hurt her, but he was becoming desperate for her.

He pried his eyes open long enough to see she was now bent backwards, her hands resting behind her on his thighs to steady herself. Her hair falling down her back, and her breasts pointing towards him like appetizing desserts just waiting to be eaten. But what made him lose it was the sight of her brown pussy lips now visible to him because she was leaning backwards, and the way they were just beckoning him to her.

He couldn't take it. "Michonne, please, please…" he cajoled.

Her eyes still closed, she opened her legs wider and carefully slid on to Rick's erect dick.

Her eyes shot open while Rick's eyes slid shut at the sensation.

They both moaned loudly, not trying to stay quiet at all. Rick's right thumb continued stimulating her clit, as his left hand gripped her right hand, their fingers entwined.

She squeezed his hand tightly as she began to move, slowly riding him. The slow pace was like a tease, but it felt so good. He opened his eyes so that he could remember this, how it felt and what it looked like to have Michonne riding him. He was surprised to find she was staring right back at him, and it was that much more erotic that they locked eyes while they were making love.

He swirled his thumb across her clit faster and he felt her stiffen and let out a hiss, her hair falling across her face.

"You like that, baby?" he groaned. He could feel her muscles spasm around his dick.

"Yes deputy," she released in a breathy moan.

He slapped her ass and her eyes opened in surprise. A laugh escaped her throat.

"You making fun of me?" Rick asked in a dangerous growl that made her pussy clench.

Michonne leaned towards Rick until she was inches from his face, and placed her hands on either side of his head.

"Yes deputy," she said again, staring into his eyes.

He slapped her ass again, enjoying the weight of her cheek in his hand. He squeezed and kneaded her ass, smoothing his hand across it. He grabbed her waist and pushed her down on his dick as deeply as he could. He could feel her muscles clench around him and she moaned in ecstasy, her hands coming to rest on his chest.

"Fuck me deputy," she whispered.

That was it, Rick couldn't take any more teasing. He grabbed Michonne's waist in order to keep her still, and he pounded into her as she sat on top of him.

Michonne could only hold still as Rick's full girth plunged into her, filling her completely. Her mouth opened into an O as she felt him slide in and out of her. Her nails dug into his skin as she tried to hang on for dear life. Soon she was making noises like an injured animal, and Rick was grunting nastily as he unleashed his desires.

He had all of her, but each thrust made him want more. He sat up so he and Michonne were face to face, and then flipped her over so she was on her back on the cushions, her hair splayed out like a halo around her head. She wrapped a leg around his waist and he held it there with one arm as he steadied himself with the other.

His eyes stared into hers as he rocked into her, amazed that all of this was even happening. He couldn't stop himself from leaning into her again, their lips crashing together as he kissed her with everything he had. Wanting to be close to her in every way possible.

She moaned again and threw her head back, allowing him to claim her neck with soft bites and passionate licks.

She was gripping him tightly, her walls squeezing him rhythmically. He knew she was close, and it was driving him insane.

He reached between them and found her clit again, pressing his finger to her sensitive nub.

"Ahh…" she moaned, gripping his arm as her muscles clenched his dick.

"You comin' baby?" he asked, whispering against her ear.

"Mmmhmm deputy," she gasped, her body whining against him, their hot skin sticking together.

"Me too," he huffed, feeling the sudden rush of blood that told him orgasm was imminent.

"Yes, yes, nowwwww" she groaned, and her entire body went rigid. The leg that was up, wrapped itself around Rick of its own accord, and he felt her clenching around his cock as her body rhythmically contracted. The mini earthquake inside of her was the last straw, as his body erupted like a volcano, releasing his payload inside of her.

They grasped for each other, and they held hands as they came down from their orgasms, their chests heaving wildly.

Rick collapsed on top of Michonne, his head finding solace nestled between her breasts. He could hear her heart racing, and feel his own.

"Am I… crushing you," he panted out.

"No," she grunted, as she lay with her eyes closed.

"Good 'cuz… I can't move."

"Old… man…" she gasped.

Rick chuckled.

Eyes still closed, Michonne moved her right hand which Rick was still clasping, to her mouth, and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. He responded by pressing a kiss between her breasts.

They lay in silence, Michonne using Rick as a blanket, while Rick used Michonne as a pillow.

Michonne could feel her body relaxing as she began to nod off underneath the warmth of Rick's body. Suddenly his weight lifted off of her, and she sleepily opened her eyes and searched for him. He was back within seconds with a large curtain he'd snatched from another window. Plopping down next to her, he pulled the curtain over the both of them, and wrapped his warm body around her.

Michonne sighed in contentment, her cheek finding his chest, a spot that she now decided was the most comfortable place for her to sleep on. Rick's hand cupped her ass, squeezing and patting it a few times for good measure. She chuckled at his fascination with it.

Placing a kiss to her forehead, Rick let out a sigh. The lobby was quiet, except for the steady drum of the rain, still beating down on the roof and windows. The two of them lay there, content and sated, until sleep overtook them.

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"It's still early, maybe we should check out the cafe before we head back. Best case scenario we find more food than we can carry and we have to come back here again with the others," Rick suggested as he pulled his jeans up his hips.

"Mmm," Michonne grunted in agreement, as she hooked her bra. She was still exhausted and pleasantly sore from their night and early morning of lovemaking. Although, she had to admit she was the one who initiated the early morning fun. The feel of Rick's erection pressing into her thigh first thing in the morning was too tempting to pass up. But she knew she'd be paying for her greed by walking funny for a few days.

She pulled on her shirt and turned around to see Rick staring at her.

"You okay?" he asked, nothing but concern in his eyes.

She smiled to ease his distress.

"I'm better than okay," she assured him.

"When we get back… how do you want to do this? Should we keep this to ourselves? Should I talk to Carl?"

Michonne smiled and wrapped her arms around Rick's neck.

"I don't think you'll be telling Carl anything he doesn't already know. Your son is very perceptive, and he's been giving me looks for weeks."

"You too?" Rick laughed. "He demanded that I tell him if we were officially together."

"Really? You talked to him about us?"

"Well, he kind of ambushed me with it. But I promised him if we decided to be together he'd be the first to know."

"So…" Michonne said, playing with the hair at the nape of Rick's neck. "Are we together?"

A grin slowly spread across Rick's face, and he leaned in, tenderly kissing Michonne's lips.

"Yea," he whispered. "If you'll have me."

"Always," Michonne replied.

They both smiled and hugged again, Michonne melting into his arms.

"Thank you," he said into her ear. His hands began to wander across her body, resting at his favorite spot, her rounded behind.

"Hmmm, we should get going before we wind up on that floor again," Michonne teased, unwrapping her arms from Rick's neck.

His lip stuck out in a pout. "Fine. Go," he grumbled, lightly smacking Michonne's butt again before reluctantly sliding his hand away.

Michonne giggled before she resumed getting dressed and gathering up their belongings and the supplies they'd found.

Twenty minutes later they followed various signs surrounding the church and located the small cafe. There was moderate flooding around the church's parking lot, and they trudged through mud and rainwater puddles to get to the cafe's front entrance.

The windows to this building had been smashed long ago. Dirt, mud, and water from the storm the night before had infiltrated the small storefront area. Tables and chairs were strewn around the open room, and there was no sign of food in sight. Without entering the store, it was clear to Rick and Michonne that it had been ransacked.

"This doesn't look promising," Michonne commented.

"Maybe there's something in the back," Rick said. He ducked through a broken window created by looters long ago, and Michonne followed behind him, unsheathing her sword as she did. They placed their bags down on the wet floor and continued past the cleared food counters to a door that led to the kitchen.

Rick tried to see through the small window in the door, but the room on the other side was dark. He knocked on the door and then pressed his ear to the opening to listen for movement, but heard nothing. He looked up and glanced through the kitchen window one more time when he caught a shadow moving in the kitchen.

Rick froze, placing his hand on his gun. This wasn't a walker. Something or someone was hiding.

"Come to the door with your hands up," Rick commanded, pointing his Python at the door. Michonne immediately held her katana at the ready. She couldn't see what Rick was looking at, but she was ready to back him up.

"There's someone in there," Rick said over his shoulder to her.

Michonne nodded, getting ready to fight.

There were a few more seconds with no movement, and Rick started to question whether he saw what he thought he saw, but the shadow returned, moving slowly in the dark of the kitchen.

"Stay right there asshole!" Rick called. The shadow paused, and Rick slowly pushed on the kitchen door. The door moved an inch and then jammed. Something was propped against it, keeping it closed.

"Move towards the door slowly with your hands up," Rick commanded.

The figure moved towards the jammed door leisurely. As they approached Rick could see an outline of hands in the air, but he still could see no real details.

He pushed on the door again and it budged a little more as whatever was against it gave some way. Rick kept his eye on the figure as it got closer and closer to the door. He pushed the door again and it slid forward a little more. Simultaneously the figure got close enough to the door that some light lit up their face, and he saw the long brown hair, pale skin, and big brown eyes of a teenaged girl.

For a split second Rick was distracted by the surprising sight, but the door suddenly gave way, and Rick saw movement on his right side, adjacent to the door. He spun and pointed his weapon at the door, but it was Michonne who lunged forward and slammed the second person against the wall of the kitchen, her sword pinning their neck to the wall. Knowing Michonne had the situation handled, Rick focused his gun back at the girl who was now holding up a knife that she'd pulled.

Michonne grunted when the person she'd pinned kicked her.

"If you don't hold still, this sword will be inside of you," Rick heard her say. He was surprised she hadn't lopped off the head of whoever she was subduing, and when he quickly turned his head to the right he realized why. The second person was another child, a teen boy around the same age as Carl.

The girl took a few steps towards Rick with her knife held high.

"Stay where you are," he ordered.

"We don't have anything. Go away!" she screamed.

"We're not trying to take anything," Rick said, "we didn't know you were in here..."

"Liar!" the boy snapped, pushing Michonne. She pushed back, pressing him against the wall again.

"Hey… hey… I'm gonna lower my gun. You lower your knives, and we talk about this calmly," Rick said, his eyes flicking back and forth between the children.

He lowered his gun, but the kids didn't relax at all. Michonne took a step back from the boy, allowing her sword to fall away from his neck. As soon as she let go of him, the boy ran to join the girl, and the teens stood back to back with their knives pointed towards Rick and Michonne. Rick and Michonne turned to keep the children in their sights.

"We're not trying to hurt you. We just came here looking for food. If there isn't anything here we'll just go."

The children glanced at each other and then behind Rick's left shoulder. Michonne heard a creak on the old kitchen floor, but before she could turn, a plank of wood went flying at Rick's head, knocking him to the ground.

Michonne pivoted and swung her sword at another figure to get it away from Rick who'd been knocked to his knees. The figure ducked out of the way, and Michonne pointed her katana just as the person held the plank up in preparation for another swing. The figure took a few steps forward and Michonne backed up, allowing them to enter the beam of light that streamed in through the kitchen door. As their face was illuminated Michonne froze.

The person stopped, the plank of wood held in midair. A wave of recognition spread across the person's face.

"Oh my God. Michonne?" they whispered, as if staring at a ghost.

Michonne began to breathe heavily as shock overcame her. She lowered her weapon as her eyes scanned the face in front of her. A smile of incredulity and relief broke out on her face.

"Jocelyn?"

Author's Note: Thank you for taking your time to review everyone. Hope you're enjoying this story.