A/N: Sorry this took so long but...life. You can blame it on Game of Thrones and their shitty ending, haha. Hope you enjoy :)

Michonne fixed her dress in the small mirror attached to the closet door in her office . The past few days she had been working longer hours so she brought her clothes with her to make sure she had enough time to get ready. Her locs were pinned in a bun and the sleek dress she bought hugged her curves but still left a little something to the imagination. After fussing with which pair of shoes to wear, she was finally satisfied with how she looked but not satisfied with who she was going out with. She called Ezekiel to cancel the day before but lost her nerve when she heard how excited he was.

Leaning back in her chair to fasten her heel, her gaze landed on the completed police report on her desk and the signature at the bottom. Grimes. He had not left her mind since he left her apartment the other night.

This time his kiss was more demanding than the last. Michonne touched her lips at the memory of how he coaxed her mouth open, his tongue plunging deep inside her mouth. His hands were at the small of her back and he pulled her as close to him as possible.

The sound of her phone buzzing jolted her back to the present. Shit. God damn Rick Grimes. Quickly, she texted Ezekiel back telling him she would meet him in the lobby and finished putting on her heels. As the elevator descended, she tried to shake the thought of Rick and his soft plump lips on hers. Getting through this evening would be tougher than she thought if she couldn't get rid of the thoughts of her sexy colleague. The elevator dinged, signaling that she made it to the ground floor where she ran right into Ezekiel….and Shane.

Of all times for him to show up at the DA's office. Dammit. It was clear Shane sensed her inner dread even if she wasn't sure if he knew about what happened between her and Rick. "Well well well, funniest thing," he said smirking and looking a little too buddy buddy with her date. "I was just on my way up to see you and was checking in with security when I ran into good ole Zeke here."

Zeke? So now he had a nickname for him?

"You don't say." She straightened the coat on her arms and turned her attention to a beaming Ezekiel.

"For you Miss," he said giving her the bouquet of roses in a grand gesture. "You look amazing."

"Thank—"

"That's our Michonne. She always looks like a knockout," Shane interrupted.

She took a deep breath and tried to make the situation look less weird than it was but even the security guard, Bob, who she'd known for years looked awkward on her behalf.

"So what are you two getting into tonight?" Shane asked, settling back on his feet as if they had all the time in the world. She was literally going to kill him. True enough, they teased each other as much as Rick and Maggie did but she never blatantly interfered in his love life…or whatever this was.

Her date was all too proud to respond to his inquisition. "We are going to dinner and then to see a play at the city theatre. My brother is a drama teacher and they are performing 'A Midsummer Nights Dream."

Shane nodded with faux enthusiasm. "Oh your brother is a drama teacher? It does seem like theatrics runs in the family."

Before Ezekiel could process the subtle insult, Michonne took his hand. "Ok let's go. We are going to be late." She turned to Shane expectantly. "Wait was there a reason you are here?"

He pulled the folder from underneath his arm. "Well my partner Rick and I pulled some strings and got this lab report back earlier than we thought." He handed it to her. "I thought you could use it for your case. Help you nail the son of a bitch quicker."

It was just what she needed. Quickly going through the preliminary report, it would be enough to get the subpoena. It was already too late to call in a judge for a favor tonight but she would take care of it first thing in the morning. "Thank you Shane. This helps a lot."

"Ahh it's nothing." He waved her off. "Besides it wasn't me. Rick made a point to put his foot down with Rosita at the ME's office and let her know how important it was to you. You know Rick, always doing whatever he can to help." Shane locked eyes with her and she received the message loud and clear. He knew. He knew there was something going on between her and Rick and now she was going out with another man. "Do you need me to put these in water for you?"

They made eye contact and thankfully Bob stepped in. "No worries. Ill take care of them for you. Got myself a vase right here to put them in."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Ill put them upstairs for you when my shift ends."

Ezekiel held out his elbow for her to loop her arm through. "Show starts in about twenty minutes. We really should be going."

Shane held his hands up. "My apologies. Didn't meant to hold you two lovebirds up." He shook Ezekiel's hand and placed a tentative kiss on Michonne's cheek ignoring the glare she gave him. "I'm going to enjoy the rest of my night and relax while I can. Seems that Rick's daughter got sick so he's coming home tomorrow night instead of Monday."

And that was the other reason he stopped by. Michonne nodded. Message received. "See you later Shane."

Rick walked into his empty apartment drained from the long drive. Judith had gotten a bad toothache and they cut the trip short by a day so she could go home and rest. Although he hated to miss time with his kids, he was overjoyed that the trip in itself went well. Carl enjoyed fishing more than he expected and it reminded him of the time he spent with his dad on the lake as a boy.

He stayed at Lori's for a few hours reading to Judith while she clung to him and her blanket. After the third bedtime story and a nice dose of medicine she finally fell asleep in his arms. By then both he and Lori were convinced that she was probably being a bit dramatic about how bad it hurt but it was still best that he brought her home. He didn't want to take any chances being out in the middle of nowhere and it brought him a few good points with Lori who was worried sick. She even offered for him to stay over with Judith for the night but he decided against it because they needed to keep some boundaries. Spending the night at his ex-wife's house didn't seem to be the best idea. Especially considering that Lori changed into something a little less than comfortable but pretty revealing after Carl had gone to sleep. Exhaustion was seeping through his pores so he didn't have enough time to try and figure out what her motives were. One minute she hated him and acted like he was incapable of taking care of their kids, the next she was trying to seduce him.

Once he laid down, he waited for sleep to overtake him but he ended up just tossing and turning. Michonne was all he could think about. When he was on his way back into town, he texted her but she was working.

Dammit, he cursed to himself. It wasn't supposed to change anything.

It was a stupid conversation in a bar that was all in fun but when she was laid out beneath him it changed something. Hell, who was he kidding? He'd been attracted to her for awhile and liked her for even longer. But after their night together, he felt a stronger sense of possession. And when Jessie interrupted them in the diner mentioning their date, he immediately felt like he owed her an explanation.

Giving up on sleep, he kicked off the covers and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. There was a faint knock on the door as he drained his second glass. For a moment, he thought he was hearing things and reached for his gun. Then the knocks came again, a little more forceful. "Rick it's me, it's Michonne."

Confused, he looked through the peephole to confirm. Her hair was down but she was still wearing one of her power suits.

The second he opened the door, she barreled inside. "Sorry to stop by so late."

Her voice was shaky and she couldn't stop pacing back and forth. "Michonne, what's going on? What happened?"

"I just didn't know where else to go." And then she was in his arms. They hadn't hugged often despite their close friendship but if there was one thing she learned recently, it was how comforting his physical presence could be. Despite her hard exterior, she really missed being held. She missed someone rubbing her hair and telling her everything would be okay even if they didn't know what the problem was.

"I'm sorry it's so late," she apologized. Her voice was muffled by his shirt.

"Are you ready to tell me what's wrong yet? You're scaring me half to death here. Are you hurt?" He pulled back and looked her all over. "Do I need to hurt someone?"

She shook her head and stifled her smile at his obvious display of over protection. It was a relief to see him. After her disastrous date with Ezekiel where she spent most of the night in a daze thinking about Rick and the hellish case of the murder of a young girl, she was on edge. "Did you check your phone?"

"Shit. I must've had it on silent from when I was at Lori's earlier." He went to the bedroom and came back, his face turned to stone when he read the messages. Even with the lab report clearly pointing to the suspect, the defense nailed them on a chain of custody technicality that had the evidence thrown out.

"I'm sorry. I thought we nailed the son of a bitch." He threw the phone down on the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry. Do you want a drink or something?"

Michonne shook her head and bit her bottom lip. It was now or never. "No. That's not what I want."

She took all of him in. From his lean physique to his muscular forearms, soft, curly hair and his trademark bow legged stance. Rick was sexy.

He watched her closely as if she was a wild caged animal and any sudden movement would cause a problem. It was then he noticed his lack of clothes. He was only wearing gray sweatpants that left little to the imagination.

"Rick," she breathed. "You said—you said just one night right? One night and we would be okay tomorrow. Right?" She was fidgeting but she had never wanted anything more than she wanted him at that moment.

Shocked, he held his breath and processed her words. He wanted to tell her that he had doubts he could be with her one time and he felt stronger for her than he realized. He wanted to confess that maybe they should give it a real shot, but when his eyes locked with hers and he saw her need, he swallowed his deliberations. "Yeah. We will be okay tomorrow. I promise."

For a moment Michonne hesitated and then stepped forward to wrap her arms around his waist. They swayed back and forth in an embrace. In his arms she felt safe and at home. He had always been such a rock and now she wanted the comfort of not only his words and friendship..but his body.

Her fingers dug into his lower back, slowly massaging his skin. Lifting her head from his chest, she kissed a trail from his shoulder to his neck. Rick responded to her touch by rubbing her back as she continued to kiss and nip at him. When she lightly bit his earlobe, he gasped. She took advantage of his open mouth and kissed him hard while he cupped her ass and put his tongue in her mouth to deepen the kiss.

Michonne was firing on all cylinders now. Her body was on full alert and she felt the familiar feelings creeping back that she felt during their last attempt at intimacy. Her nipples were hard, scraping against his shirt. Taking of her jacket, he squeezed her breasts, marveling at how they fit perfectly in his hands. She needed to feel his skin against hers. Just for tonight she told herself she wanted all of Rick Grimes. Every inch.

Her pace increased and she tried to pull his sweatpants down but he pushed her hand away, opting to rid her of her shirt instead. When her cream lace bra came into view, Rick growled and the sound sent liquid heat pooling into her panties.

As much as he tried to retain some semblance of control, the contrast between Michonne's dark skin and light bra with her breasts overflowing sent all the blood flowing straight to his dick. His life was filled with all kinds of doubts about various things, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to bury himself as deep as he could within Michonne and make her come as many times as she would allow. He was going to stop at nothing to make her scream his name in ecstasy. He wanted to taste every inch of her body but none of that was going to happen if they didn't slow things down.

Michonne went for his sweatpants again and he stilled her. The stakes were higher this time and if she rubbed his erection again, this endeavor would be over before it began.

"Michonne wait," he said through ragged breaths. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

Before she could protest, he took her hand and walked her to his room. He shut the door and she immediately began to kiss him again. Rick's lips would be the death of her. She didn't know how it was possible that someone who was rough around the edges in so many ways managed to have such soft lips and kiss her so tenderly.

"Hold on a second," he said holding both her hands and her body away from him.

"What is it now?" she asked with a mix of frustration and arousal.

"I—I don't have," he swallowed hard. This was awkward but he knew he had to get this part of the conversation out of the way before he was too far gone to even think straight. "I don't have any condoms."

"What? How can you not have any?" she asked removing her hands from his grasp.

"Because I haven't needed them. There hasn't been anyone…since Lori."

"Oh."

"I told you I wasn't serious about anyone."

Thoughts started to run through Michonne's mind about what it meant that he was willing to have sex with her as a casual thing and not anyone else but she shook all rationality from her mind. She still wanted him. More than anything.

"Let me go to the store," he offered getting ready to put on his pants.

"Rick, It's fine."

"Mich—" she put two fingers over his mouth to quiet him.

"It's fine. I'm on the pill. Have been for awhile. I want to feel all of you," she sighed shyly. "Unless you want to—"

He kissed her before she could finish. "No. I want to feel you too," he agreed in between kissing her. "All of you."

He unbuckled her belt while continuing to make love to her mouth. Michonne felt like she was intoxicated. His touch, his lips, his body had all of her senses on high alert. He dragged her slacks down her legs and she was in such a daze that he had to help her step out of them.

"Shit," he cursed at the vision of her in her bra and matching panties. His dick was throbbing. She sat on the edge of the bed and he stroked her cheek. "Are you ok?"

Michonne nodded and reached for his pants again. This time he didn't stop her. Instead he held his breath in an attempt to keep it together and not embarrass himself. She stroked his impressive length through his boxer briefs and he threw his head back. He needed to stay strong. When he heard her moan he put his hand over hers to stop her and laid on top of her.

She leaned back and spread her legs to accommodate him, pouring every bit of frustration, hurt, anger and lust into the kiss. He returned the kiss with just as much fervor and pulled down the strap of her bra. For a split second, she was nervous at the realization that he was about to see her naked for the first time. Her dark nipples hardened under his stare. His blue irises were almost black, when their eyes met again. Wasting no time he took her right breast into his mouth sucking so hard that she arched off the bed.

"Ahhhhh," she gasped and put her hand on the back of his head. Rick's tongue flicked her nipple and she could feel the slickness seep onto her thighs. He kneaded her other one pulling it between his thumb and index finger and then switched sides.

Michonne had to have him inside her. She didn't want foreplay. They didn't have to take things slow. She wanted him in between her legs hard and fast. While he focused on her breasts, she maneuvered herself to rid him of his boxers.

Rick moved just out of her reach and dragged his mouth from her breasts down her stomach and his lips landed right above her panties.

"Please," she begged. Rick had her panties off in an instant throwing them on the floor to join the other pile of clothes. He fingered her and gasped when he felt how ready she was.

"So wet," he murmured appreciatively.

She arched off the bed again and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Rick never saw anything more erotic in his entire life.

"Fuuu-," she cursed, writhing on the bed. He added a second finger and he could feel her starting to clench. She was going to come. His hand hadn't been between her legs for more than a minute and her traitorous body was about to shatter for him. He wanted the first time she came to be with him pushing inside of her but he decided he needed her to come against his fingers. He wanted to see her, all of her, as he brought her to the brink.

"Rick, I'm-," she groaned but couldn't form the sentence.

"I know," he rasped curling his fingers inside her walls. "Let it go." No sooner than the words left his lips, she was bucking off the bed, the orgasm ripping through her. It took every bit of willpower he had not to come at the sight. There were beads of sweat on her forehead and she squeezed one of her breasts while she tried to calm her breathing.

But Rick couldn't wait.

He had waited long enough.

He pulled off his boxers and climbed back on top of her. His length rested against her opening and he could feel the heat radiating from her.

"Spread your legs wider," he whispered in her ear and she thought she would pass out she was so turned on. He kissed her at the exact moment he pushed inside.

She moaned into his mouth and he bit her lip at the feeling of her soft velvet walls.

"You're so tight," he whispered. His eyes were screwed shut trying to maintain control. "You ok?"

She clenched her muscles and he jerked a little. "Yeah. Don't stop please."

As he got deeper, he could feel her short nails digging into his back. They soon developed their own rhythm. Michonne almost blacked out at the sheer pleasure he evokedfrom her body. He filled every millimeter inside of her and she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming.

This.

This is what she needed.

There was no other care in the world. It wasn't about victims or bodies or rapes or murders. It was about her and the man she cared about most in the world coming together to give and take from each other exactly what they both wanted. They made love the way they worked. In sync, in perfect rhythm, sensing what the other person needed. All awkwardness was gone. It was like they knew each other's bodies for years. Rick increased his rhythm making sure to bury himself deep within her and hold it with each thrust. The motion brushed against her clit and she began to cry out every time his dick drove into her.

"Jesus Rick. It's so good," she cooed. The sweat began to run down his back and he could feel the tingling building up. Although she was beneath him, Michonne began to roll her hips and he growled.

"Mich—You're gonna make me-," he tried to choke out. "You gotta come for me baby," he begged and she didn't have time to process that he called her baby. She shattered at his words, holding on to him as he pumped into her a few more times before his release.

They held each other for what seemed like minutes, while breaths and heart rates slowed, their bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways. She didn't want him to let go and it terrified her.

Rick sat up on his forearms, still keeping their lower halves in tact but trying to keep his weight off of her.

"You ok?" he asked. She could sense that he was a little nervous.

She smiled and took the little energy she had left to bring her index finger to his cheek and rub it. "Yes. I'm more than ok."

He returned her smile and gently pulled out. Rick laying back and helping them both under the covers was the last thing she saw before her eyes drifted closed and she fell in a deep sleep.

Hours later, Michonne woke up startled when she realized she wasn't in her bed. The memories all came flooding back to her.

Her.

Rick.

Sex.

Defying all laws of nature she felt her body react again at the thoughts of him between her legs.

She needed to go to the bathroom. The room was dark and when she tried to get up her limbs were much heavier than she realized. When she returned, she leaned over the bed and saw that Rick was still sound asleep. It was a little after 1am and she didn't know what the rules were for leaving. Was it rude or expected? After all, they only agreed to one night. Searching for her clothes, she decided not to make it uncomfortable so she would get dressed and go home even though a large part of her wanted to stay. She was getting her underwear off the floor when she heard his groggy voice. "Get back in the bed."

Rick rolled over on his side, staring at her.

"I should—"

"Get back in the bed," he deadpanned.

She sighed and sat down. "Do you have a t-shirt I can put on?"

"No." She could hear the smile in his voice and it made her feel better that things hadn't gotten weird.

"I'm serious."

"Me too. Lay back down." He pulled the covers back and waited patiently while she laid back down next to him.

"We are not going to cuddle," she joked.

"Oh I know." She felt the bed shifting and saw that he was moving. It wasn't until she felt his hand on her thigh pulling it towards him that she could tell what he was doing. He could feel that she was unsure of what was going on and he preferred it that way. Michonne was always in control of everything and tonight he wanted to take some of that control from her.

"What are you doing?" she asked when she felt him get back on top of her.

He brushed his lips across hers barely touching them and said, "I want to taste you."

Her nipples immediately hardened and she could feel herself getting wet for him again.

"Rick we can't," she pleaded clearly aroused.

"No?" he asked and she could hear the playfulness in his voice. His hand cupped her mound and she leaned into his touch. He chuckled feeling her move against his hand wanting the penetration.

"Are you sure it isn't yes?" he breathed kissing her neck. He couldn't get enough of her. "Tell me yes." His middle finger entered her and she whimpered. She was getting wetter and wetter the more he stroked.

"Yes," she breathed. He kissed her again and she watched as the top of his head descended lower and lower until it settled directly in front of her glistening pussy. When he began to devour her, she cried out both in pleasure and in agony. She came against his mouth and she came with his dick buried inside of her….. again. When the last orgasm ripped through her body and she held on to her best friend for dear life, she closed her eyes tight and let one rational thought finally creep in.

She realized she was in fucking trouble.

A/N: Yes Michonne, you really are in trouble. But it's a good kind of trouble to be in :) Hope you guys liked, but you could leave me a review and let me know for sure ;)