A.N: Hello! I was already in the Halloween mood the moment I had my first hot apple cider… And that same day a new content creator on YouTube provided clips of beautiful DG being worshipped by all sorts of sexy menfolk and I became inspired. This one is WAY out there (completely A/U and characters are OOC) not to mention my favorite supernatural creatures are at play, but you all should be used to my shenanigans by now…still, I do hope you all enjoy it!

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a king...a vampire king…

King Richard Grimes was a handsome man and charming in ways that made even the highest caliber of lady swoon upon sight. Women wished to be with him, even dressing provocatively to bring his eye their way. Even so, did not stand a chance at capturing the vampire's attention. For bound to him was a creature of such beauty and sweet exoticism that the King's eyes did not wander. His beautiful Magi Michonne Laveau was both his greatest ally and his greatest enemy, challenging him in ways he found frustratingly alluring. As unlikely as their coupling was, it was nothing if not wonderful in its truly unique way.

Some say she loved him only for his power or his wealth. Others believed she was tricked into the relationship. While others would suggest, Rick and Michonne knew different. The King no matter how he had desired her for years would only have her when he knew he had truly won over her other suitors. This was of the highest importance to him, for he was a person of honor.

The King's territory was one of high order and those that lived within it were lucky to be sworn to him, everyone wanted to be a part of his retainer. All the while still being feared for his ruthlessness when necessary, no one dared cross the King of the Konsekans.

So powerful was this King that he was nearly sovereign. Perhaps one day there would come a time when the King's power was tested when his sworn loyalty would be questioned. Nothing could remain perfect forever, such as the nature of living. For now, though, all was peaceful in the land. So peaceful in fact, that the King dare to take the chance to participate in a holiday festivity with his lovely Magi, High Priestess of the Cherokee Rose Coven.

As our tale begins, we see the couple preparing for their night...

"You know for a five-hundred-year-old vampire, you're a big baby."

"Woman, do you enjoy referring to me as a tiny human despite my status?"

"I'm simply telling the truth. I can't help how you act."

"I would not be acting like a 'baby,' as you say if you were not forcing me to go to this All Hollows Eve gathering."

"It's a Halloween party Rick, and I'm not forcing you to do anything, besides, you asked me what I wanted to do, and this is how I answered. You said it could be anything."

"Had I known this would be the request, I would not have offered in that manner…" He responded, giving the reflection above his head a glare.

She barely resisted the urge to roll her smokey doe eyes as she reached over his shoulder and onto the vanity for the brush. The chill of Rick's lips along the vein in her arm sent goosebumps through her for a moment before she moved it back. He had a characteristic grin on his face when she looked at him in the mirror. Usually, that grin did things to the that her mother, Marie Laveau would not approve of, but right now the young witch was not deterred.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't have. And while we're on the subject, remember you promised to be nice at the party. These are my peers, my mother's students, and good friends of mine."

As she continued to brush Rick's hair into the perfect hairdo to complete his costume for tonight, she swore she saw him roll his eyes in the mirror. She wasn't sure if Rick had ever done anything of the sort, but it wouldn't be the first time she found herself surprised by very human action from him. He was much more like the very beings he fed on than he thought.

When Aaron pulled up to the long and vast driveway lined with cars, the King's expression changed. His nose was raised in a disgusted look as if he would vomit if his body allowed. She knew well at this point; he only got that look when he smelled other supernatural beings of some sort.

Michonne just rolled her heavily made-up eyes and got out of the car.

All the supernatural-feuding bullshit could take a backseat for once.

All she wanted was to have a fun time tonight with the people she cared about. Rick had promised after all, which meant all the vampires had to fall in line as well. Michonne shoved her worry back down, moseying toward the front door of the house. She was impressed the moment she laid eyes on the house. Supreme Laveau's students who are referred to as The Novitiate did a wonderful job turning the house she was raised in, into a Halloween party scene. Fake headstones adorned the well-manicured lawn. The large double door of the antebellum mansion has a large black and green Snake Wreath hanging on the eye-catching front door. The porch was covered with a dozen Jack-o-lanterns of all shapes and sizes, glowing yellowish-orange eerie, faces stared back at her.

She didn't startle when a pale hand reached for the door before her, rather she was soothed in the way the bond always caused. She smiled at Rick as he opened the door for her, and placed a hand on his arm.

Michonne took in her surrounding; spider webs with hairy hanging spiders were dangling from the ceiling, a broom-turned-Chandelier with black bats on strings suspend in the entryway. Big black rubber rats, were placed next to large, orange and black lanterns, lining the staircase leading upstairs.

Before she had made it more than a few steps into the door though, she felt a pair of warm arms sweep her into a hug.

"Hey Sis, looking good."

"Thanks, Morgan." He had dressed in what Michonne thought was a very cool Michael Jackson – Thriller zombie, Jheri-curl wig and all. "Wow, those eyes!" Michonne complemented his impressive yellow, cat-like contacts.

"Thanks, sis, Jen helped me put them in, not sure how I'm going to get them out." He chuckled while peering up the stairs to his group of friends hanging out by the balcony, "See you'll later," Morgan waved and then headed up the stairs.

She glanced down at her outfit for the night. A burgundy, distressed- leather corset with blood-red silk lacings, nickel-brass grommets pulled tight against her torso, pushing her breast up higher than they naturally sit. A white lace-high low skirt with an elastic waistband sat low on her waist. The entire ensemble was completed by knee-high, lace-up dark brown leather boots with a heel that was only safe to walk on when you had the grace and agility of a High Priestess of magic.

Michonne smiled while flicking her dreadlocks adorned with gold hair-cuffs. She was supposed to be Calypso from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Rick thought she looked like a dominatrix waiting to be unleashed, sex on stilettos.

Smiling once more, she waved to her brother as she tugged Rick along with her.

The pair proceeded forward to the living room. Paper skeletons hang from an invisible string over the black fabric draped furniture, strings of orange lights mixed with black leaf garland decorated the mantel of the roaring fireplace.

The smell was a mixture of pumpkin candle wax, cigar smoke, Cinnamon, popcorn, perfume/cologne, all wafting through the air at once.

A bubbling Witch's Cauldron, which was some dry ice in a large round cast iron pot was the centerpiece of the dining room table. The dark oakwood table was adorned with webbed placemats. Michonne smiled and wondered who made her famous Graveyard Dip, which is cut tortilla chips into the shape of gravestones and served with salsa, guac, and black bean dip. She noticed the Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread and red velvet cookies looked and smelled scrumptious.

The vampire and the magi walked on into the study, which was converted into a bar, two pool tables and a foosball table replaced the Novitiate's desk and chairs.

The background music was recorded sound effects of howling, cackling, creaking, evil laughter, ghostly moaning, the wind blowing, bats screeching, chains rattling. The wall-mounted televisions played the classic Night of The Living Dead movie.

The party was in full swing, people running up and down the stairs, people talking, laughing, the rustle of costumes, music, glasses clinking. When the doorbell rang it sounded like a ghastly ghost moan.

With a fog running through the low lighting; the decorations are meant to be fun, not scary. Besides, the party is full of supernatural, vampires, witches, wolves, and other two-natures it doesn't get much scarier than that.

Before she could decide what to do next, she heard her name being called over the music.

"Hey Abe, how's the party so far?" She smiled brightly at the burly redhead dressed like a Marine.

The wolf glanced at Rick with a look of barely held contempt and nodded to him in acknowledgment before turning to Michonne. Michonne rolled her eyes internally at the two of them. Alpha-male posturing, as Sasha had called it once. Michonne was just of the opinion that is the only way men know to greet each other.

"Things are just fine here. Shane and Daryl are here as well. Shane mentioned wanting to speak with you about something earlier."

Ignoring Rick's feelings of anger and annoyance through the bond, she took a look around to check quickly. She spotted the back of Shane's head where it sat in a corner table with Andrea, the alpha-female werewolf that hated Michonne out of pure ignorance.

"Alright, thanks to Abe," she said turning back to him with a smile. He had delivered his message, after all, being a good friend. No need to take her unhappiness about the present company out on him. She was sure that if she was here, she also had sworn to be on her best behavior.

Abe handed Michonne a Black Magic Punch; without even asking and then walked off to gather up some empty green beer bottles. Taking a sip of the bewitching brew that consisted of sweet Pomegranate juice and vodka was a much-needed refreshment.

It wasn't until that moment that she realized how quiet her companion had become. While Rick wasn't one to speak needlessly, he wasn't usually this quiet either. Setting her half-empty drink down, she turned to him, craning her neck to look at him.

"What are you thinking about? You're quiet."

He moved to her side, looking at her with a raised brow, "Would you prefer if I was voicing what I was thinking? I thought I was supposed to be nice tonight."

"Nice does not mean completely silent." She informed him, turning a bit more towards him. It was a habit, more than anything. Somehow her body always seemed to want to align with his. The magi were the moon constantly being pulled into the king planet's orbit.

Michonne should have known that to be a mistake when she saw the way his blue eyes sparkle at her. Before she knew it, he was leaning back against the bar, his body just an inch away from her own, as his nose nearly touched hers. His hands gently gripped the wood on either side of her, making her brown eyes focus, her world, completely his. For Rick, this wasn't at all a hard effect to achieve. He is breathtaking to look at.

"Darling Michonne," he said, his lips nearly touching hers. "Perhaps you could show me what you mean when you say nice? Is this nice enough for you?"

She felt her breath catch, vaguely aware that people could be watching them, but the gorgeous man seducing her was certainly distraction enough from that.

"Remember," she reminds him breathlessly, "you promised to be good."

"Isn't this good, darlin?" He whispered in her ear.

Her eyes closed on their own accord. She hated him sometimes, how he could get her so flustered so easily… Or how he took her words and twisted them onto themselves, nearly always winning. She felt him move his face back and she opened her eyes to see him smirking devilishly.

That woke her up. She pushed against his chest, moving him back and away. He allowed her to do so, just smirking more at her actions.

She stomped off away from him to have a snack, she was dying to try that dip all the while feeling his amusement through the bond as if it were an electrical current trailing behind her.

While noshing, she eyed Sasha dressed as Catwoman and Rosita dressed like Cruella tag-teaming a game of pool against a couple of guys she didn't know. One of the guys, dressed like a zombie football player had put down a hundred on the game and it didn't look like he would be keeping it.

When she got to Sasha, she watched as Rosita sunk in the eight ball, sealing their win. The poor man forked over his hundred dollars, fifty into each hand, before sulking off with his date who was dressed as a zombie cheerleader. A date that was none too pleased with his failing show of masculinity. He was not about to have the night he was hoping for with her.

After a moment of gloating with Sasha, Rosita noticed Michonne where she was leaning against a beam.

"Hey, Magi of the Caribbean!" Sasha waved and strolled over to another group of people Michonne did not know.

"What's up Mistress Magi!" Michonne saw Rosita's eyes dart behind her to where Rick was probably still leering and for a second, she grabbed the witch's hand and led her to a window seat, then turned on her heel and headed to the bar. Rick, by this point, was nowhere to be found; or at least nowhere that Michonne could see. Michonne thought he was probably talking to Aaron, his second in command about something or other.

Whatever… he's a big boy; he can take care of himself.

A minute later Rosita sat down, she didn't say anything, just placed two shot glasses in front of Michonne and a pair in front of her. Michonne eyed her warily as she picked up her one-shot glass and gestured to her to do the same. This was the nice thing about Rosita and Michonne, they didn't have to talk all the time. She knew some people that needed constant jibber-jabber to keep their friendship going. They simply just got along and are both comfortable with silence. It was a peaceful sort of friendship.

Clanking the glass to hers, Michonne smiled and downed her first shot. The magi weren't much of a drinker, and she had already finished her vodka punch.

What could this hurt?

After her second shot with Rosita, she found herself slapping the table a few times in laughter. Rosita was telling Michonne the story of her first Halloween as a Novitiate with Cherokee Rose. The story involved a ritual, tequila, and a very angry Supreme Laveau. Maybe the story wasn't as funny as Michonne found it, after all, she was talking about her mother, who is very serious and rightfully so.

But after two more shots of who knows what, Michonne was good and well on her way to being drunk.

"Maybe I shouldn't have given you those two shots," Rosita observed.

Michonne wasn't having any of that though. She was finally having a good time she just shook her head at her and smiled.

"What's a little drunkenness between friends?" Rosita said with a shrug, finally having a nice time herself and didn't want to ruin it.

Michonne smiled wider at her, letting her know that she felt the same way.

She didn't have long to dwell on that thought before a shadow loomed over the table. She thought for a moment it might be Rick checking up on her, but she knew through the bond that it wasn't him. She looked up to see Shane's brawny frame.

'What is he wearing?'

She thought she was thinking it, but voiced aloud because he just laughed and rolled his eyes at her. She looked him up and down again, thinking maybe it was the liquor in her system that was making her slow.

What she saw was a bunch of white, cottony material covering nearly his entire body, even the tips of his shoes.

And is he wearing pink tights?

"I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing."

The undignified snort from Rosita's told her that she hadn't gotten it at first either. Shane just shrugged at their lack of response and took the empty seat next to Michonne.

"It makes more sense when I have the sheep's mask on. But Michonne, I wanted to talk to you about something tonight."

Once he said that she instantly felt bad. Abe had mentioned that to her right at the start of the night. "Sorry, Shane. Abe told me that earlier and I plum forgot. What did you need?"

"Don't worry about it." He said waving it away with his hand, "In two weeks, there will be a meeting of all the Wolf-Packs in Georgia. They're coming to Atlanta and as the Alpha of the Crimson Lunar Pack, I'll be hosting it. They are Were exclusive, but as an ally of the C-L-Pack, you're invited to come if you'd like."

As much as Michonne was touched that out of all the high-ranking magi's in Atlanta she was being invited to one of the largest wolf pack gatherings in the South hemisphere. She knew right away she wouldn't be going. Not only would Rick disapprove and give her attitude, she hadn't exactly had good experiences at Pack events before. Someone always seemed to get hurt. Not Michonne, but a Luna who stepped to her the wrong way.

No thank you.

She couldn't very well tell Shane that though, so she just smiled and thanked him. "I'll see what I can do, with mom in France, I'm in charge. Thanks for the invite, I'm honored."

"Alright Chonne, just let me know. I can come to get you if you need."

She smiled and nodded again as he sauntered off to go sit next to Andrea again. She wondered briefly if they were an item now, with Lori gone and all. Though she wasn't going to ask or give it too much mind. Shane, while nice to look at, wasn't her concern anymore. She had Rick to think about.

Speaking of Rick…what is he doing? He is being awfully quiet still, no one is screaming or losing limbs at all.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him, it was just that Vampires and werewolves don't often make a good combination. Witches acted as an often-sovereign liaison.

Beckoning for Rosita to follow, Michonne got up and took a look around for the dark curly hair she knew so well.

She spotted it a moment later sitting on a stool by the pool table with Aaron. Even from where she stood, she could tell they were talking in voices too low for ordinary human ears. That didn't seem to be deterring the two women dressed like naughty nurses and sexy maids playing pool next to them from bending over far more than necessary. Michonne felt her eyebrow twitch when she saw the blonde bend over directly in front of Rick far enough that even Michonne could see her thong.

Her feet picked up their pace, helped along by the bit of Rick's blood that was still in her system, she didn't even need to use her magic. She made it over to the pool table in record time. The 'Nurse' was just straightening back up with a flip of her hair when Michonne got there.

Michonne smiled sweetly at her and sat down, she put a hand on Rick's thigh. A moment of confusion flew through the bond before understanding came the way of a knowing smirk. Michonne rolled her eyes at him.

He would love if I was annoyed by some thirsty-Thot.

Typically, a High Priestess does her best to refrain from being the jealous type, but that was just trashy and rude. She tightened her grip on his leg. Being tipsy made her magical shields weak and the Magi was likely to do or say something she wouldn't normally do. Holding onto Rick helped her block her from thoughts of wanting to inflict harm to a simple human, using magic for harm is against all that Cherokee Rose stands for.

"Darlin," She heard Rick whisper. "You know you have nothing to worry about."

As much as she loved the feel of his voice on her skin, she knew that if she stayed there, they'd end up doing things not appropriate for the public. With Rick around and only half-dressed, things could go from G to X in a second.

Michonne left his side quickly, leaving Rosita to deal with the vampires and the bimbos at the pool table. When she got back to the bar, Abe put another Black Magic Punch in front of Michonne before she could even open her mouth. He was good at his job. Michonne smiled at him before taking a sip.

"Having fun Chonne?"

"I am, yes. Thanks for all that you do for us, Abe."

He shook his head as if he thought she was crazy. "Of course. You're like family. Gotta keep you happy right?"

Michonne laughed along with him for a moment, feeling the warmth of the drink trickle its way through her body. Tomorrow wasn't going to be very fun; she could tell that right now. She made a mental note to eat some bread before bed, a trick Morgan swore by to prevent hangovers.

"Hello Michonne, you look nice."

Turning around to greet the voice behind her, Michonne came face to face with Daryl Dixon. She threw an arm around him in a one-armed hug before leaning back against the bar. "Hi, DD! Thank you. You look good too." He was dressed as Robin Hood, bow and arrow and all. "How are you?"

"I'm just fine. Are ya having a good time?"

"Yes, the house looks great, my peers are happy…good times!"

Michonne and Daryl fell into a nice level of chit-chat and catching up. It had been some time since she'd seen him, the last time she saw him, he needed her help leaving his brother's pack, he wanted to join Shane's or become a lone-wolf like Abe. Michonne was able to help him transition due to her firm influence in the wolf community.

She was grinning big and wide at him as he spoke, happy and giddy. She hadn't remembered having a better or nicer conversation with Daryl before. Though by this point she was finishing off her drink. So maybe just about anything would have made her smile. Putting her glass down on the counter behind her, she giggled loudly at Daryl's awful British accent.

She shook her head at Abe when he offered another one.

I am officially drunk.

It was bad enough that her feet felt wobbly in her heeled boots. She put a hand on the bar to make sure she didn't straight fall down or anything utterly embarrassing.

"Are you aright Chonne?" Daryl asked.

She was waving him away politely when she heard a giggle even louder than hers and far more fake. Michonne looked around Daryl to see the Blonde 'Nurse' standing far closer to Rick than she liked.

Thirsty hoes never give up easily.

Michonne straightened up and stalked over there, her newfound clumsiness was forgotten in her anger. When she got to Rick's side, the girl was reaching out a hand to touch Rick's arm. She didn't make the connection because Michonne smacked it out the way before she got the pleasure. Again, not something the lovely magi would usually do, but she was very nearly drunk.

"Bitch!" The blonde shouted. Her fist balled; her arm raised.

"Oh, if you want a bitch, I'll give you one, best believe that…" A part of Michonne knew that what she was doing was wrong and completely out of character, but at this point, she didn't care.

Taking a step closer to her, Michonne put her face an inch away from her and spoke slowly, deliberately.

"He. Is. Mine."

The look of outrage on her face was thrilling for a moment. A jolt of pride swept through her knowing that she was the cause of her reaction. She liked knowing she was the one with Rick and not her. A second later, she felt a quick movement next to her and looked to her left to see Rick holding the other woman by the wrist.

"You will not strike my Lady." His voice was in the low, deceptively calm tone she had come to associate with danger for whomever it was directed at. "You will leave now."

The 'Nurse' could sense the threat in his voice as well. She staggered back a few paces, her face torn between fear and embarrassment.

Once she and her friend has scurried their way to the door, she realized that every single eye in the room was on them. The little squabble had caused quite the scene. Casting a glare at Rick, she stalked out of the room to the kitchen and down to the basement.

There was just no way she could stay in the main room right then. The entire atmosphere made her want to scream or pass out.

Before she could close the door, Rick was there. She didn't want to waste the effort trying to deny him entrance, so she waited until he was inside the room to close the door. Instantly she felt a bit better. Though she wasn't sure if that was because she was away from everyone or because Rick was there. Either way, that didn't mean Rick was off the hook. She was still mad at him. He had let that floozy get far closer to him than necessary. She glared at him again before she sat down in the old lawn chair turning away from him.

"I've upset you."

She didn't answer him. He knew good and well she was mad at him; he could feel it. She was not going to indulge him as he stated the obvious.

"Are you not going to explain how I wronged you?"

She turned her head a bit more away from him. A moment later though, she felt her chair being moved and turned and suddenly she was face to face with Rick as he knelt in front of her. "Is it because of that woman? Because I assure you, darlin, I had no intention of betraying you."

"You didn't have to let her get so close to you though."

"Yes, but I promised you that I'd maintain good behavior tonight. I could not very well kick her across the room as I would in my palace." Rick smiled at her and he felt a bit of her anger ebb. He made a good point. However, she was not ready to let him off the hook just yet.

"That doesn't mean you have to let her try to cuddle up to you."

"I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable about her, my darlin."

She took a moment to look at him, taking in the features she loved so much. She could feel that he was sincere about making her worry, though he was amused by it as well. Men, dead or not they loved a catfight.

"Fine, you're forgiven."

"How very gracious of you." He said, chuckling. She could feel the slight movement of his chest just an inch away from hers.

A smirk graced her features. "Well, you are mine, after all. And it's good of you to remember that."

"I'm yours, am I?" By this point, he had pulled her forward in the chair till she was pressed flat against him. His face was in her neck, taking in her scent. "Should I beg then Michonne? Grovel at your feet like a commoner?"

A shiver ran through her at his words.

I probably shouldn't be turned on by my vampire fiancée offering to bow at my feet, but I doubted anyone could blame me. Rick could make anything sexy, without even trying.

Her hand ran down his chest as he kissed her neck. No matter how many times they touched, they could never get over the wonder of the feeling of each other. For her, his strong, broad body; she was instantly glad that she hadn't made him wear a shirt tonight. Nope, just a tan Stetson cowboy hat, black Wrangler jeans with a big round western style belt, and brown cowboy boots.

Raking her red nails across his nipples, she heard him hiss in her ear. The familiar click of his fangs popping out made her gasp, knowing all the wonderful things she could expect to accompany that sound.

Was it wrong to be doing this now?

Yes.

Should we stop?

Definitely.

But was that going to happen?

Hell no...

Michonne had had just enough drinks tonight to allow her to know right from wrong and just not care.

Feeling bold, she slid her hand lower and straight into the waistband of Rick's brass belt buckle. Between his manhood and her hand, there wasn't much room to maneuver. That was easily remedied by just unlatching the belt, unbuttoning the button-fly jeans, and pushing them down and on the way. This was another one of those things she loved about Rick: he didn't mind going commando.

Talk about easy access.

Although, Rick was having a harder time. With her tight black leather corset blouse, all he could do was feel her up. Michonne laughs at his growls of frustration.

But she shouldn't have.

Before she knew it, he was smirking at her as he grabbed the bottom of her corset and ripped it clean off.

"Rick!"

"I'll buy you a new one." He said kissing her.

She wanted to protest more but kissing Rick was a major distraction. She couldn't have pulled her mouth away to speak if she tried. And she wasn't going to try. She could go on kissing Rick for hours and hours, it never got old. Rick thought, didn't seem like that's all he wanted. His hand was between her legs, rubbing her through the fabric of her panties…Her very wet panties.

She moaned in his mouth and she felt his smirk get larger against her lips. She kept up a slow rubbing rhythm along his shaft, and soon they were feeling each other up like teenagers. His hips moved reflexively against her hand as she squirmed against his hand. Rick's fingers slipped between her folds and she had to bite his shoulder to keep from moaning loud enough for anyone to hear. She did not want someone walking in on them.

When Rick hit her sweet spot, she bit down harder on his shoulder, nearly breaking the skin in her excitement. Before she knew it, he had performed one of his quick vampires' moves. She gasped as she was lightly pushed back up against the wall, Rick's length pressing into folds. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist.

"Rick."

Pulling back a bit he positioned himself and pushed into her. This time it was his mouth that muffles her moan of contentment at finally being filled. They gave each other long, hungry kisses as he pounded into her. She was worried for a second that we would knock something off the wall, but that worry didn't last long when she felt his hand come up to her breast to play with her hardened nipples.

Her head broke away from his and lolled back, hitting the wall with a small thud. Though she hardly cared. She pressed the heel of her leather boots against his glorious ass, urging him faster and deeper. His mouth soon replaced his fingers on her breast. She groaned softly again, loving the feel of his sharp fangs as they grazed her skin. She could imagine the little lines of near penetration they were making and it drove her mad.

She moved her hips faster against his, meeting him thrust for thrust. she was close. So very close. "More Rick...harder…please more," she begged him.

He growled into her skin, and he pushed her legs up a bit higher on his waist so he could drive into her deeper. She lost the ability to make any sound at all as he moved.

"Darlin. Look at me." He begged; he could see her heart's hushed secrets when he looked into her deep dark eyes.

She moved her eyes to meet his. His face was still at her breast and the sight of her nipples so hard for him was intoxicating. He kept his eyes locked on her and his rhythm steady as he took her breast in his mouth again, this time biting and drawing from her. The look in his eye, the mix of lust and need, passion and care, but love, mostly love, made her come on the spot. Light's flashing before her eyes and walls clamping down around him as he came with her.

Rick laid his head between her breast as she rested on her raised arm, both of them still on the last of an orgasmic high. She felt his satisfaction and happiness mingle with hers in the bond, creating a blanket of bliss for both. She knew that they should move, go back to the party, or at least rearrange themselves so they weren't in such a compromising position, but she couldn't bring herself to care. There was nothing like a batch of gourmet sex to put one at complete and utter ease.

After a minute or so, she heard him chuckle as he raised his head. She looked up to see what was so funny, half expecting a confused party-goer to be staring at them. Instead, all she saw was him looking at her with his damn sexy smirk.

"Shall we call it a night?"

"You mean you want me to leave without saying goodbye?"

He nodded over to where her ripped corset was on the floor reminding her, she is now topless," I only have a few more hours until dawn and I'm not finished with you."

"Let's go get some French toast first." Michonne agrees. Smiling at her cerulean-eyed beau, knowing she can use the lace to tie up the corset as a temporary fix.

He nods and smiles his approval, there is nothing he wouldn't do for her.

For some, the fairy tale is of pumpkins and gowns. For others, it's awakening kisses and the knowledge of a name. For these two though, this King of Konsekans his lovely Lady magi of Cherokee Rose, their ever after will probably never be happy. There will always be Kings testing loyalty, time to race against, and territory to be defended. Ladies will always throw themselves at the handsome, ruthless King and the Magi will always be her person. There is no perfect ending to the story or sunset to walk off into.

Rather these two awaken in the sunset, living in the dark of their moments. They subsist in times when position and power fall to the wayside and there is only the passion, the love, and care that come from their union.

~Happy Halloween~