I don't own this story or the characters. If you've read some of my other stuff you'll know that I simply enjoy editing and want to introduce some stuff to you from the R rated side of the Internet. I had originally posted this story in the Merlin community, but there was no response/feedback and that made me a little bit sad. Hopefully you guys will enjoy this more.

Rick Grimes wasn't the typical mediocre white man who got his job through his father's network. He was intelligent, a hard worker, relentless in the courtroom, a great colleague, work ethic never came into question, but he was also the biggest kiss ass Michonne had ever met.

Rick Grimes was too cocky for his own pants - so much so that most of the people in the office spoke to him only when they needed to. He did have his crew of lackeys but none of them stepped to Michonne like he did.

"Oh Hawthorne, is that jealousy I see in your eyes?" Rick drawled as he leaned over Michonne's desk. He would often let himself into her office and make himself at home in her office as if they were friends. Michonne didn't understand why that was - they hated each other.

"Jealous of who? You? Why would I ever be jealous of you? There's nothing that you have that I could possibly want." She cooed looking up at him from her seated position.

"Maybe because the partners were discussing the possibility of me joining their ranks?" He looked at his nails nonchalantly then buffed them on his shirt with a satisfied smirk. He loved seeing her eyes widen just a fraction at the news he just dropped on her lap.

Michonne grabbed her laptop bag that doubled as a briefcase, and stood up to step close to Rick. She invaded his space like he did hers on a daily basis. "Second best as always. They talked to me yesterday." His smirk dropped. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a nail appointment." She adjusted his tie, patted him on the cheek then turned to leave, knowing he was staring daggers at her back.

Rick gritted his teeth as he watched her walk away. He wondered why people adored her so much, she always had something to say and was the most self-centred person he'd ever met. All she had to do was bat those midnight brown eyes and flash her cutesy smile and they were putty in her hands. It never worked on him though. He could see right through her.

He could admit that she was a looker; all the men in the office talked about the smoothness of her skin and her doe eyes. Her curves accentuated whatever she was wearing and he suddenly found himself staring at the door for far longer than expected. He cleared his throat and he walked out of her office. He didn't like the fact that she was able to get under his skin, but it was probably because she was his only real competition at the firm and the one to beat.

"Nothing else." He mumbled.

He needed to get her out of his head. He quickly gathered his belongings and speed walked down the hall. The last thing he wanted to do was run into her or worse, be trapped in an elevator with her. He caught the elevator before it closed and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mike from accounting smiling. Unluckily for him, they were not alone: he was smiling at Michonne. She didn't see him at first, but once she did, her smile morphed into a scowl.

Mike cleared his throat and became serious once he saw Michonne's facial expression change. "Going down?" He asked Rick.

"Seems like I'm not the only one going down." Rick mumbled, extremely satisfied with his clever double entendre.

The two other car passengers blushed furiously and looked away from one another. Rick smirked and mentally patted himself on the back. Michonne's crush on Mike wasn't a trade secret. There were people taking bets, wondering when the two would hook up. While there were no rules against co-workers dating at the firm, it was obvious that nothing was going to happen between the two - Michonne was more into him than he was into her. When they made it to the parking lot, Mike held the elevator door open for her. Michonne thanked him and made her way to her shiny black sedan. Both men watched her sashay away, like like she didn't have a care in the world. Mike grunted in appreciation which made Rick's face screw up in distaste. He said goodbye to taller man and drove home trying to figure out a way to beat Michonne.

. . .

Michonne pumped the vibrating toy in and out of her pussy. She was so close, she could feel it. The way Mike had looked at her today was all that she needed to get off. She turned the vibrator up at few notches and let it do its thing - her freshly painted nails were soaked in her juices and she could feel her climax trying to make its way through her. She let out a long satisfied moan to her ceiling.

"God!" She was so close.

She pumped the toy in and out of her faster, her back arching as she orgasmed. Michonne let out a small scream as she came, twitching at her toy's touch.

Every time she got a little worked up, she relieved her stress with an orgasm but lately her toy wasn't enough. She thought Mike would have stepped up and asked her for a date, so she could put an end to her dry spell but he kept teasing her. Maybe he had a girlfriend and that's why he never asked her out? She sat with her thoughts while her vibrator continued to pulsate on her bed. Whatever his situation was, he needed to make up his mind soon before she found someone else to scratch that impossible itch for her.

. . .

"Motherfucker!" Michonne cursed as she watched a red Dodge Charger take her unassigned assigned parking spot. She idled near the parking spot to see who climbed out and who she needed to cut.

"Grimes." She growled when she saw his perfectly coiffed head. The asshole must have felt her stare because he turned to her waved when she drove by him. "Asshole." She muttered under her breath as she gathered the pastries and coffee she had brought for her colleagues. She grunted every step of the way and nearly peed her pants when Mike popped up behind her.

"You need help with that beautiful?" He asked as he held the elevator door open for her. Again.

"I would love your help, thank you." She turned to face him, smiling sweetly and ignoring Rick, who seemed to have purposely missed all seven elevators to bully her some more.

"Do I get one of these?" Mike joked pressing one of the "up" buttons.

"Of course! Here you go!" Michonne gave him a full smile looking up at him, she had put a heart of his lid, hoping to get him to understand what she was doing.

Rick rolled his eyes at her failed attempt at flirting, "Did I get one?" He asked as the trio entered the elevator. He knew she didn't get him one, he was just tired of hearing them talk.

"Yes, Asshole. Here." She gave him a too sweet smile as she held up his cup.

He narrowed his eyes with suspicion and took the cup. Instead of a heart, she had drawn a penis on it. Mike held back a chuckle and Michonne looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Real mature." He just took a sip of his coffee and hoped that she had not poisoned him.

"Don't worry, if I wanted you dead, I would have done it a long time ago." She turned to Mike and said, "Have a great day!" Before walking out of the elevator with treats and leaving both men to stare at her, once again.

Rick sucked his teeth in annoyance when everyone gushed about how 'nice' and 'sweet' Hawthorne was to bring breakfast. She knew how to play the game right, maybe he should too. He quickly threw out that idea, there was no way he was sucking up to people who didn't further his career. His attention was piqued when he saw the partners walking to her office with serious looks on their faces. He couldn't hear from this far but he hoped she was getting chewed out for something. He turned to his computer and smiled at the possibility of her firing.

Mid-type he felt the presence of someone hovering over him. He looked up to see the law firm's partners with Hawthorne to the side fidgeting with her curve hugging pants.

"Mr. Grimes, if you don't mind following us to the conference room." He knew it wasn't a question, it was an order.

As he followed them to the room he made eye contact with his coworker and friend, Glenn, who gave him a 'what's going on?' look. He shrugged his shoulders and continued the long walk down the hall. He tried to think of what he could have done but came up short. He won his last case and barely made any mistakes. Why was he here? And why was he here with her?

There was no way he could be in trouble. The look on Hawthorne's face was different though, she looked like she was about to have a mild heart attack. Maybe they found out about her and Mike from accounting? Or maybe the rules were changed and she was about to get fired and he was about to get a promotion. He honestly didn't want her to go because she was great at her job and just because she was fucking a coworker didn't mean they had to terminate her employment. He knew plenty of the men who were fucking their secretaries in this very building.

"Miss Hawthorne, Mr. Grimes. Have a seat." The two looked at each other and sat down. "It's no surprise that you two are our top attorneys at the firm. Mr. Reginald Monroe will be retiring after thirty years, but wants to promote one of you. Now we can only promote one so we decided some healthy competition would help us make our choice." Rick's eyes widened slightly and Michonne sat up straighter. He was ready. "Two weeks from now we will have a mock trial similar to the high profile case coming up. This trial will not only help us determine which one of you are more suited to handle a high profile cases, but who we will chose as partner." Mr. Greene continued to detail them on what they expected of them. The young lawyers could see the excitement in the older man's eyes, it had been a while since they've done this. A fresher, more attractive face could thrust them into the new decade.

Rick tuned out his boss, he would read all about it in the string of emails that would be sent. He was finally going to go head to head with Hawthorne and prove that he was the better man. He was doing everything in his power to not look at her. He wanted to know what she was thinking and if she was nervous. He didn't get too ponder on these thoughts because as quickly as they had come into the office, they were headed out. The lawyers shook hands and wished the younger ones good luck.

"Is there something going on between those two?" Mr. Greene asked.

"I'm not sure," Mr. Greene paused, "do you think he likes her?"

Mr. Monroe grunted, but gave no answer.

. . .

Michonne was confused. Had she been in her boss' office with anyone else, she would have admitted to it, but Grimes was not that person. He seemed to revel at the fact that she was nervous. She was more than capable of handling high profile cases, she was just used to being... more prepared.

"What's wrong, Hawthorne? Can't handle a fake case?" He was mocking her.

"You know damn well I can. When was the last time you prepared for a trial in 14 days?" She didn't wait for his answer because she already knew it. "Exactly." She walked off, leaving him to trail behind her. She had the capabilities to mop the floor with his smug face. The way his baby blues lit up like he was thrown an easy win made her seriously reconsider her pacifist nature.

She felt a tug on her arm. Turning around, she was greeted with those baby blues once more. He leaned down so close that she could smell his slight fragrant cologne, "You may as well just give up now to save yourself some embarrassment." A shiver went through her body as his whisper caressed her ear.

"I'm positive I'll come out on top." Michonne was playing a dangerous game. Her lips were so close to his as she stared daggers into his ocean eyes.

"I bet you like being on top, Hawthorne." He said as he walked away.

"As long as it's on top of you Grimes." Michonne said a little too loudly before she understood the gravity of what she had just said.

He did a quick turn and arched his eyebrow at her. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. Obviously Grimes was a very handsome man. His muscular, but slender form had enough muscle to show he worked out regularly. He had beautiful shining blue eyes with short but thick lashes. His lips were not thin and his crooked smile made many of the older secretaries swoon- she stopped herself and huffed.

"I will beat you and when I do, I'll make sure that you never forget it." Rick was still stunned at her previous words, he hadn't realised how close she had gotten to him until she had walked away and her locs had whipped him in the face.

"Hey Michonne!" He heard Glenn shout.

"Hi Glenn!" He heard her reply.

Rick made his way to his office, not wanting to intrude on anymore of her conversations. He didn't like her but he wasn't a creep. He was clearing up his desk when he looked up and saw Glenn staring at him.

"Hi?" Rick asked.

"Are you coming out tonight?" He cheerfully asked.

"Going where?"

"A bunch of us are going to the bar to let off some steam from a very stressful week." He said loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves. Rick was apprehensive. No one knew about his alcohol addiction and he didn't want to give them the steam.

"Maybe next time, I have to catch up on some things."

"Okay, suit yourself!" Glenn said as he made his way out of the office. Rick was thankful that Glenn didn't pry, although he suspected something was up. He'd tell him eventually.

"I need a drink!" Michonne said as she caught up with Glenn outside of Rick's office. The two were like school children when they were around each other. Thankfully they did their jobs right.

The pair waited for the elevator and Michonne was happy to see that Mike was already in it. She gave him her best smile and walked in.

"I'm excited to see you relaxed. See what you look like with your hair down." Mike said, disregarding the fact that the elevator wasn't closed and that they weren't alone. He was a smooth motherfucker. She'd do anything he asked if she were given the chance. Mike and Michonne subconsciously moved closer to one another but were startled by a hand slicing through the door, stopping the closure.

"Mike. Hawthorne." He clipped when the doors closed to make its descent.

"Grimes." She responded.

"Do you want me to pick you up tonight? You know I won't mind having a pretty lady in my car." Mike resumed.

"I was gonna ride with Glenn. But I appreciate it." The elevator dinged open. "I'll see you there Mike!" Michonne looked over her shoulder seductively as she said her goodbyes. Glenn raised his eyebrows at her brazenness and Rick felt his pants get tight. She was alluring and she knew it.

"You know what Glenn, I think I'll be joining you tonight."

"Really? That's great!" The younger lawyer said. He tried not to show his confusion (or suspicion). "See you then!"

. . .

Rick took a few deep breaths. He was in his car outside of the bar. He hadn't stepped into a bar in over a year. Three hundred and sixty five days. "You can do this, no one is going to judge you for not drinking - you're driving so no one will get you a drink." He repeated these words over and over again before making his exit. "Let's get this show on the road." He repeated, assuring himself. No one was forcing him to come hell, no one expected him to show up. He never showed up to group events and everyone seemed to like it that way.

Rick stepped out of his car and took a few deep breaths. The security guard didn't even bother asking him for ID, he opened the door for the lawyer and bid him a good night. Rick entered the bar and was thankful that it was filled with groups of people. This meant less momentum for the waiters to ask him to drink. Glenn flagged him down and grabbed another chair for him to sit.

"Glad to see you!" He excitedly said. "What will you have?"

"Water to start, I'm driving." He replied. Glenn nodded and poured him a glass of water from a nearby pitcher.

He said his hellos and sipped his water. Despite the group drinking, no one had minded that he was still on his first glass of water. The evening was going on without a hitch. Rick didn't feel the need to drink and was enjoying watching his nemesis make goo-goo eyes at Mike who, in turn, was talking to another woman. She rejected guy after guy walking up to her. Rick scoffed, pathetic. She sighed and took a sip from her glass.

Most of their coworkers left the bar for another by the time Rick was down to his second Sprite. Mike had been gone for a significant amount of time and Michonne was looking even sadder. A part of Rick felt bad, but he pushed that emotion down and put his very twisted plan into action.

"Waiting for someone?" He grinned.

"Yes." She replied.

"You've been standing here all night, you sure he's coming?" She showed no emotion. "This is a man's game Hawthorne, shouldn't you be getting your nails done or something?"

"That's on Tuesdays - are you offering to pay for my next one, Grimes?" He wasn't expecting her to have a comeback, but he could tell that he was getting under her skin.

"I'm surprised you have enough skill to play pool seeing that your skills as a lawyer are clearly lacking." He rolled a ball in his left hand.

"Any dunce can hit balls into a hole, it takes real skill to strategically knock balls in a seemingly difficult position into a hole which I know that you can't do."

He decided to knock her down a peg or two. "Is that a challenge Hawthorne?"

"Please Grimes you can't handle this."

He could handle her all right. "If you're scared, just say so." The scowl on her face pulled a grin out of him. "How about a little bet... Or are you afraid that I'll be the one on top." He leaned into her, invading her space and reiterating the words that were exchanged earlier that afternoon.

"I'm a big girl Grimes, I can handle anything you throw at me."

Yeah, she was a big girl all right. "Okay then, if I win, you have to do whatever I want you to do for a week." He put all his cards on the table.

She gave him a weird look, but agreed. "Fine, but I am not washing your dirty underwear or being your personal maid or whatever sick fantasy you have."

"Fair enough-" He began to agree before she cut him off.

"I win, and I will win, you'll have to prepare my lunch for a week, pay for my manicures and pedicures on Tuesday, and smile whenever you see me in the office."

"Yeah right!" He scoffed.

"What's that? You scared, Grimes?" She mocked as she grabbed the triangle then tossed it to him.

"Ladies first." He said and she strutted around to the front of the pool table giving him a nice view of her ass.

When she broke, she sunk a ball in the corner pocket then, consecutively pushed three more balls down the holes. Luckily, she was in a difficult position and couldn't sink a ball. What she didn't know was that he used to hustle people back in his university days. He made short work of the game, eyeing her every time he walked by her. She wasn't bad, but it wasn't her game that was getting to him. He was at a point where he couldn't deny the way his body reacted to her. He needed to end this now. He sunk the eight ball and gave her a shit eating grin. If looks could kill he would be obliterated.

"Come on Hawthorne don't be a sore loser!" He couldn't hide his smile, she was cute when she lost.

"I kept my word. Don't ask me to do anything outrageous or anything that would jeopardize my job. Are we clear?" She thought she was in charge, cute.

"Crystal. I'll allow you to have your weekend but come Monday, you're mine." He tapped her on the butt with his cue. She rolled her eyes at him and scowled. "I'm sorry what was that? Do we have a deal, Hawthorne?" He held out his hand to solidify the deal they just made.

She slapped his hand out the way, "Yeah whatever."

Before he knew what he was doing, he held her arm in his hand, "We'll fix that attitude soon enough." He growled in her ear.

Much to her shock, she was turned on by his aggressiveness. That low whisper in her ear sent a spark of desire straight to her core. Why on earth did that low growl turn her on. What was she thinking about when she made this bet? She didn't even put many qualifiers on what he could and could not do, which was stupid on her part. She hoped he didn't take things too far.