April 5th

Michonne felt like a high school student again as she borrowed her mom's car to go on a date with a boy. And driving into the city to pick Rick up felt like the start of something. She couldn't put her finger on what exactly, but it was something.

"Well hello there pretty lady." He grinned as he slid into the passenger side of the car. "I assume you're my ride."

"You assumed correctly."

"And do I get to know where we're going?"

"Nope." She smiled, knowing it would be killing him to not know every minute detail. She'd sussed a few things out about Rick the past few months, most notable of which being the fact he loved to appear free and easy and go-with-the-flow, but he was actually a huge control freak.

"That's fine. I don't care. I'll just sit back and enjoy the journey." He reclined his chair and tried to give her a nonchalant smile.

"Good. Enjoy."

They'd both forgotten the joy of driving long distances and talking, in the three hours it took them to get to their destination they'd done enough talking to constitute about four dates in one - nevermind the fact that she was pregnant with his baby and due in just 17 short weeks.

They eventually pulled to a huge house, obscured by the surrounding trees. It was a mixture of wood and brick, with a garden that stretched all the way down to the nearby lake. Rick let out a faint whistle as he took it in.

"This is Zeke's lake house. He lets us use it on the weekends his family aren't here." Michonne explained, letting them in.

"It's amazing." Rick marvelled. "All the space!" He held his arms out and spun round in a circle.

"That's what happens when you leave the city." Michonne was just as impressed with the extra space, and the high ceilings.

"Look at this decking!" He opened the huge bifold doors onto the sun deck that ran the length of the house. "That's the most perfect view I've ever seen."

The lake was a deep turquoise colour, offset by the pink blossoming trees dotted around the edges.

"It's pretty nice, huh?" She said quietly.

"I always wanted to get a place like this." Rick visibly exhaled, the weight of the city and work and life lifting from him.

They stood for a while, enjoying the view and - though neither of them explicitly said it - enjoying one another two.

"So for dinner we have a choice, lobster or burgers?" Michonne's hunger forced her to break the silence.

"Come on now..." Rick cocked an eyebrow. He had never tried lobster, and he didn't intend to start now.

"Burgers?"

"Burgers."

The burgers were good, and the long slow walk they took along the beach was even better. Rick figured that they could make their way around the entirety of the three mile lake if they just kept walking. Logic would dictate that he was right, yet they still ended up completely lost. It was getting dark by the time they'd doubled back on themselves and wound up back at the house.

"My feet have swollen up so bad." Michonne moaned as she untied her converse and flexed her toes. "Thought that wasn't meant to happen yet!"

"I got you." Rick absent mindedly massaged her feet as they sat staring into the fire. It wasn't even cold, they'd just lit it because it was there. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his fingers worked their way along the sole of her foot.

"That's good." She murmured sleepily.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I won't ask you to do mine."

"Good because I'm about to fall asleep."

"That's your prerogative, growing a human and all." He yawned. "But don't you want to be somewhere more comfortable?"

"Oh yeah. Bedrooms." She got up from the couch with a little push from Rick on her back.

"You obviously get the master suite." He said as he followed behind her on the stairs.

"I think all of the rooms are the master suite." She giggled.

"This one definitely seems like it though." Rick chuckled as he entered the first door he came to. A huge four poster bed graced the middle or the room, which had its own balcony, it's own wide-screen TV, and its own en suite. "This rooms about the same size as my apartment."

"Your penthouse apartment in the middle of Manhattan." Michonne reminded him.

It was impossible to know who initiated it, in fact it might have been a completely simultaneous decision, but within seconds Rick was pinned against the wall, Michonne's hands in his hair and his tongue parting her lips.

They didn't break contact all the way to the huge bed. Rick sat down first, his back against the stack of cushions, Michonne crawled towards him and climbed onto his lap - still very agile considering her prominent baby bump.

They took it slow, neither of them pushing it to the next level, just enjoying their lips on one anothers again. Rick's hands moved lower on her back, his fingers digging in slightly.

Michonne's hands settled into his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp. He groaned, bucking his hips against her. With Rick's help, she slipped off her top, followed by her bra. It only took a slight tug on Rick's shirt to encourage him to do the same.

It was Rick who pulled away, his hand still covering her hip where he'd been gripping a moment before. His eyes scanned her face.

"You ok?" He bit his lip, his brows were knotted in concern.

"I'm ok." She nodded.

"It feels like you're holding back...or something."

She absent mindedly twirled his curls around her finger and kissed him, letting her lips linger on his, letting him know she was still there with him.

"It's not you." She climbed off, sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly vulnerable. Rick grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her.

"It's fine. We don't have to do this, of course we don't." He hugged her close, planting kisses on her cheek.

"It's just...this is new territory. I love the fact that I'm growing a baby, I love that the bump is our little girl and I know my body is gonna change. But...how sexy you found me that first night, that's how I want it to be again."

"Michonne." He let out a soft chuckle. "That is how sexy I find you. Sexier I think, knowing you're having my baby."

"I don't feel it."

"It's ok sweetheart."

"I'm sorry."

"I'll wait." He smiled, rubbing her back through the sheet. "I'll wait a year, if that's what it takes. And don't ever, ever apologise again. Not about stuff like this."

"You're one of a kind, Rick Grimes." She leaned into him.

"Only because you're one of a kind." He stood up from the bed, holding out his hands. "I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

"Of course." She took his hands, allowing the sheet to fall away as he led her to the wet room.

He turned on the waterfall shower, holding his hand under to check the temperature.

"No funny business." He promised as he undid his belt, slipping his jeans and boxers down and stepping out of them. She nodded and did the same.

He nudged her towards the water and climbed in behind her. He squeezed the soap onto his hand and began to massage circles onto her back. "I won't get your hair wet." He said tentatively as his hands made their way up her neck.

"Thanks." She laughed.

"I've been reading about it. And watching YouTube tutorials." He explained. "I wanna learn how to wash her hair." He said as he lathered the soap into her arms. "And style it too. You think you could teach me?"

"Of course." She turned round to face him. "It's sweet you wanna learn."

"I want to learn it all."

"We'll go through it all." She assured him. Letting out a sharp intake of breath as his hands made their way down her breasts and rested on her bump. She closed the gap between them, taking the shampoo bottle and squeezing some onto her hands. She massaged Rick's hair, evoking a low moan from him.

"Sorry." He whispered as his dick began filling with blood, pressing against her thigh.

"It's ok." She lightly kissed his neck.

"That's not helping." He laughed, pulling her hips closer to his.

"It's not meant to help." She murmured, her finger tips stroking along his shaft.

"Jesus..." He whispered. He rested his palm against the slippery shower tiles to steady himself.

"Come on." She said as she turned the shower off and handed Rick a huge fluffy white towel.

They barely dried themselves, Michonne using one hand to work his dick and Rick being unable to focus on anything but getting Michonne horizontal on the bed and his face between her legs.

He tried to tantalise her with his tongue, but on the first breathy moan he plunged his fingers all the way in.

Her moans were the only sound he could hear, and her hands grasping at his hair, holding him in place as if he'd ever he able to stop anyway.

He lapped at her juices, moaning as he savoured her sweet taste. He loved every single part of her, he didn't want it to end. He felt her thigh muscles tensing around him and quickened the flickering of his tongue. He pushed his fingers deeper inside, curling them to hit the sweet spot over and over again.

"Rick." She breathed. "Fucking hell." He carried on relentlessly until he felt her climax against his mouth and his fingers, the noise alone threatened his own undoing.

He crawled back up the bed to her, intending to kiss her sweetly, and hold her as long as she needed. He was met instead with her hand firmly on his chest, pushing him back into the pile of pillows.

"Michonne, you don't..."

"Shut up." She smiled as she shifted downwards.

"Oh my god." It wasn't going to take long, his dick was dripping with precum. Feeling her warm mouth around him nearly sent him over the edge. He made a token effort to hold back, trying to concentrate on the ceiling fan blades turning around above their heads.

He could feel himself involuntarily thrusting into her mouth, her taking him deeper inch by inch and humming against him.

"Fuck..." He let the word hang there as he clutched at the sheets. The feeling too overwhelming to articulate as she released his dick from her mouth with a pop before taking him all the way in again.

"I'm gonna cum." He warned. She slowed her pace to a tantalisingly slow speed, prolonging his pleasure until he felt it into the tips of his fingers. He released into her mouth, his back arching as she sucked him dry.

She crawled back up him. Resting her head on his chest, stoking at his skin while they waited for his breathing to return to normal.

"I want you to do that to me forever." He joked, still out of breath.

"That can be arranged." She kissed him, both of them relishing their own taste on the others tongue.

He stroked her lower back with one hand, while the other clasped her hand to his chest.

"I don't want to freak you out." He began carefully. "But I'm falling for you. In a big way."

"Doesn't freak me out." She reasoned. "Just don't drop the L bomb."

"Hah! I won't." He promised, knowing he was fully and hopelessly in love with her already.