Restless, Rick laid in the bed staring at the ceiling. A car alarm went off outside, cats were fighting near the garbage cans and he could hear a random person outside singing. It wasn't always ideal to sleep with a crack in the window but once he started living by himself, the noises were strangely comforting. It helped him feel less alone. Tonight was the first night that he wanted to close the window. Michonne was lying beside him. Her steady breathing was a lullaby and it was the happiest he felt in a long time.

It was nothing but pure desire that drove him to stop her when it was obvious that she was getting ready to leave. He wasn't done with her yet. Usually when it came to women he didn't have to take the lead. Getting back in the dating scene over the past year, he'd taken a more laid back approach and found that most women found it appealing and pursued him as a result. But Michonne was never most women. He stood back and watched her from afar over the past year wondering if she would ever say or do anything to act on their underlying attraction. It was that and the hardness between his legs that made him ask her to get back in bed.

He wanted to taste her and as crude as it sounded, he wanted to fuck her again. So he did. He figured she would say no because she was nervous that their "arrangement" had taken a different turn but was pleasantly surprised when she complied. Her body yielded to his and the sound of her calling his name when she came was something that he knew would haunt his dreams indefinitely.

He knew for sure he was a lucky son of a bitch when she woke him up an hour later straddling his hips and sliding down his length without so much as a word. He knew Michonne and how she operated. She was fighting to feel some control and he let her. Her hands held her breasts as she rolled her hips and rode him at her own pace. Mesmerized, he watched her move above him and when it was apparent that his orgasm was close, she kissed him hard and increased her speed bringing them both to an earth shattering end.

In the quiet moments after, he closed his eyes and hoped she wouldn't leave. And she didn't. Soon after, she fell asleep. That was a couple of hours ago. The clock next to him read 4:13am and he was fighting every urge in his body to not wake her again.

He was hard. Again. He wanted her. Again. But rather than take the chance, he let her sleep because as long as she was asleep she was still there, and that's what he wanted most of all.

As soon as he started to doze, he felt her move in the bed. He thought she was getting up to go to the bathroom or leave but she started to thrash her head back and forth and whimper. She was having a nightmare

"Michonne," he whispered. He shook her gently not wanting to scare her.. "Michonne, wake up."

She continued to toss and turn, saying 'no' over and over. He shook her harder and her eyes flew open. "Rick?"

"Yeah. I'm here." He was on his side hovering in a half hug as she laid on her back. He could see the wheels turning in her head while she was trying to process what happened between them, her nightmare and the fact that she was laying in his arms. "I'm here," he whispered.

His forehead rested against hers as he waited for her breathing to return to normal. Lightly stroking her arm, he watched as her chest heaved and her body began to relax into his. He pushed away the thoughts of how natural it felt to hold her in his arms. There was a lot he wanted to say but first and foremorst he needed to understand what was bothering her.

When she finally quieted down he whispered in her ear, "You ok?"

Michonne shivered. Both his proximity and remnants of the nightmare sent chills up her spine. Everything about this last case was affecting her in ways she didn't think possible. Even in fear and uncertainty, what she really wants to feel was him. The last time she woke up, she took him and it was only the soreness that stopped her from taking from him again.

She lifted her head slightly catching his bottom lip between hers. She sucked and pulled and still couldn't believe how soft and welcoming his lips were. He moaned when she started to nip at his top lip and opened her mouth completely. This kiss was different than the others. He didn't cup her breasts or put his hand between her legs. Instead it was languid and he stroked her cheek as they kissed. It felt like Sunday mornings and walks in the park. Easy. Natural. It felt like something she wasnt ready to admit to yet.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, breaking apart to catch their breaths before their lips joined again. Eventually he kissed her on her forehead, turned her on her side and cuddled up behind her. She fell asleep instantly. When she woke up a few hours later she was happy that the nightmares were gone. She felt safe, she felt relaxed….she also felt Rick's morning erection against her ass.

Michonne bit her lip to stop herself from giggling. She wanted to panic at how intimate the whole situation had become but instead she sighed and rubbed his hand that was draped near her covered breast.

"Good Morning," Rick rasped near her ear. She didn't even realize that he was awake.

"Good Morning. What time is it?" She looked around for a clock but it was on his side of the bed.

He leaned over to look. "It's a little after 10."

"Shit," she panicked and started to look around for her clothes. "I didn't realize I slept so long."

"Well you were tired," he countered with a playful tone. She kept moving around in the bed to spot her clothes and cell phone but his arm was still around her waist.

"Very funny Rick. You seem to be pretty tired yourself." She put her hand on his arm to move it and he finally relented allowing her to sit up.

"Well what can I say? You wore me out."

Her lighthearted grin dropped for a second but she quickly recovered and gave him a shy smile.

"I need to get going," she changed the subject. She sat on the edge of the bed, picked up her bra and began to put it back on.

"What time do you have to be at the office?"

She stilled. It was for a second, but long enough for him to notice. "Just whenever."

"Whenever?" He grabbed his jeans off the floor and hurried and put them on.

"Look I'm off today," she reluctantly admitted.

For a moment, he thought to press her on it but based on her posture and inability to meet his eyes, he let it go. "Okay you're off. Then why are you rushing?"

"I don't want to take up your day. Do you have the kids or something to do?"

He crossed his hands over his chest watching her. "Nope. I wasn't supposed to come back until tonight remember? I don't have anything to do."

She stood up to put on her slacks and almost lost her balance. The stress of the night's activities left her more sore than she realized. She looked behind her to see Rick trying to hide his amusement and failing miserably. She couldn't help but smile. "Go ahead. Get it out of your system."

"You are clearly in no shape to be going out. You should stay here and rest your body," he offered.

"I have a feeling if I stay here my body won't be getting much rest." The words were out of her mouth before she realized it. "I mean—"

"Oh I know exactly what you meant." He leaned over towards the end of the bed and threw her slacks back down on the floor. "Just stay."

She sighed and felt the fight leaving her body. There wasnt really anything she had planned for the day and as much as she hated to admit it, she did enjoy Rick's company. The light hearted side of him was really adorable but she felt staying longer would just lead to something they both agreed wouldn't happen.

"Rick, we said this would be for one night," she reminded him.

"I know. We said sex for one night. That doesn't mean we can't hang out right?" he challenged her. "I mean unless you can't trust yourself around me."

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes.

"No I really get it. You should probably go." He shucked his jeans, exposing his cock long enough for her mouth to go dry and got back under the covers." I know me naked in this bed would be too hard for you to resist," he teased.

Michonne was never one to back down from a challenge especially involving Rick. It wasn't certain that she would win, but she knew either way she wasn't going to lose. "Ok, you're on Grimes. I'll stay."

His smile was victorious as he stretched his lean body in the bed, under the guise of getting more comfortable.

She began to unhook her bra, her eyes never leaving his.

"What are you doing?" he asked his voice dropping suddenly.

"I'm actually still tired so I'll sleep a little longer." Leisurely she pushed the underwear down her legs and pulled the covers back on her side taking her sweet time. Every movement caused her breasts to shake just enough to drive him crazy. "Is that ok with you?"

He cleared his throat and scrubbed his hand down his face. "Yeah, yeah that's fine."

"Are you sure? You seem a little nervous." This was more enjoyable than she hoped and he smiled, accepting her challenge. He tapped the space right next to him inviting her back in. Quickly, she assumed her old spot but he kept a safe distance away. This was going to be a bit tougher than she thought but she planned to outplay, outwit and outlast her friend.

Putting on her best innocent voice she said, "Rick?"

"Yeah."

"I slept really well when you were cuddled up behind me. Do you mind?"

He was still as a statue for a moment for thinking about praying for the ability to control himself, but he figured he probably shouldn't be bringing God into this. Carefully, he scooted closer and she quickly settled into his body. They lay still for a few minutes before Michonne started to move and fluff the pillow underneath her. She settled back into him again wiggling her ass against his groin attempting to get comfortable.

"Michonne?"

He sounded so strained that she had to stifle a giggle before answering, "Yeah."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry I can't get comfortable," she lied trying hard to keep the smile out of her voice.

"Try harder," he said simply and sat up allowing her to fluff the pillows and move around to get settled. "Better?"

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Yes thank you."

A few minutes passed when she felt him start to doze off and made her move. She squirmed and her ass connected right against his semi erect cock. He moaned and put his hands on her hip to still her.

"Careful. Don't start something you can't finish," he warned.

"I think we both know I can finish. We just shouldn't." When the words left her mouth she didn't think they made much sense but she felt she should stick to her guns.

"Why?" It was a question he genuinely wanted the answer to.

At the seriousness in his voice she turned around to face him. They were both laying on their sides facing each other with their hands resting in their hands and weight on their elbows.

"Because we talked about this. We didn't want to affect our working relationship or friendship remember?"

"Yeah I remember but we did it..a few times," he quipped giving her a mischievous smile. "So now we know what it's like."

"Right," she agreed.

Nervously, he looked down while he worked up the courage to ask the next question. "So…what was it like?" Rick was cocky when it came to a lot of things but when it came to sex his experience was limited. He and Lori had good sex at one point but when the marriage started to deteriorate so did their love life. During the last year before their separation they were barely intimate at all and the fact that Lori stopped trying made him feel a bit insecure.

Michonne was genuinely surprised by the question. "Rick Grimes are you actually asking if it was good for me?" she inquired with a sly grin.

"Well yeah."

"I thought it was pretty obvious that it was. I mean I did—you know." She didn't want to say the word. Even though they had sex, talking about it was still awkward territory.

He wasn't prepared to let her off easy. "Know what?"

"You are such a jerk sometimes. You know what I mean." She huffed and went straight for it. "I had several orgasms Rick so it should be pretty obvious that I enjoyed myself."

He blushed a little. "I'm the jerk but you couldn't answer my question with a simple yes."

She put her arm down and settled into the pillow.

He did the same. "I was just making sure."

"I kept coming back for more so that should've been a sign."

"Oh you definitely kept coming."

"You are such an asshole," she laughed. He smiled and the twinkle in his eye made her heart skip a beat. She tried to keep herself talking so she wouldn't get lost in his hypnotic blue eyes. "So did you enjoy yourself?"

"Very much so," he answered instantly. "You're amazing Michonne."

She blushed. "You're not so bad yourself. So I guess we were right."

"About what?" He flipped onto his stomach pulling the pillow tight under his head.

She mimicked his position. "We both said we thought about it and figured it would be good. I guess we were right."

"I guess so," he replied wistfully. He regarded her closely. Her locs fell across her face, her make up was mostly worn off and she looked more relaxed and carefree than ever. Michonne was a beautiful woman. There was no doubt about that but it was seeing her like this; fresh faced first thing in the morning without the weight of the world on her shoulders that really showcased her beauty. "Thank you for staying. I really didn't want you to go."

The sincerity in his eyes was unmistakeable. They both hadn't had the easiest of times lately but the fact they could find comfort in each other meant a lot. "You are welcome. Although I do think before long you are going to want to get rid of me."

"You think so?"

"Yep. When I start making my demands it can be a bit much," she teased.

"Lay it on me."

"Well I already did that," she flirted and he raised his eyebrow.

"First the ass wiggling then this. That's strike two." He held up two fingers to emphasize his point.

"And what happens on the third strike?"

"The rate you are going you will find out soon enough."

She rolled her eyes and slapped him lightly on the back. "Anyway back to my demands. I need breakfast and coffee."

"I thought you were sleepy."

Busted. "Well you and all your talking woke me up," she lied.

"Ok. Whatever you say," he rolled over to get ready to get out of bed but she touched his arm to stop him. She wasn't ready to end their pillow talk quite yet.

"I'm not ready to eat just yet though. Maybe we could just stay here for a little longer."

He smiled and laid back down to face her. "Ok."

"Sooo…what do you normally do on your days off?" She was trying to make conversation and realized she really didn't know how he spent his spare time when they weren't together.

"Normally I just catch up on all the things I can't do because of our ridiculous schedules. But I do love to watch football as you know and I missed the game last night."

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes. "Of course."

"As a matter of fact the game is replaying now on ESPN. I could order some breakfast and you could watch it with me."

"Watch the Saints play? No way."

Rick looked stunned. "The Falcons."

"What?"

"I don't like the Saints I like the Falcons."

"The Falcons suck."

"Get out," he quipped pointing at the door.

She giggled like a schoolgirl and the sound was music to his ears. Michonne was capable of giggling. He didn't think she could surprise him anymore today but that was a welcome revelation.

"Oh now you want me to leave."

His hand glided along her spine, stroking her smooth dark skin. "No. I don't want you to leave." She closed her eyes really feeling his touch. He caressed her back, his hand sliding lower and lower taking the blanket with him. She moaned despite herself and goosebumps covered her skin. He stopped just above where the covers bunched at the curve of her ass.

"Rick," she breathed.

"I know," he explained. "I wasn't going to—"

She lifted her eyebrow to challenge him. "Oh you weren't."

He gave her a guilty smile. "I thought about it but figured you needed a rest."

"Oh I'm the one that needs a rest?" she joked and slapped his arm away from her. He grabbed at her arm to stop her and she rolled over to grab his other hand. They started to tussle and Michonne's giggling only encouraged him more.

"It would be in your best interest to stop," he chided her. "You are still naked."

"You can't handle it, I get it." She was out of breath and the blanket was starting to slip. "Do you give up?"

He chuckled while she hovered over him holding his hands down. Her naked right breast skimmed against his small patch of chest hair and he started to get fully aroused again. This had to stop and soon.

"Do you?" she asked again tightening her hold.

He was about to "give in" when his phone started to vibrate on the nightstand next to them. "Saved by the buzz."

Without thinking, she looked over at the caller id and saw the name that flashed on the screen. Instantly she let go of his hold. "I'm going to go to the bathroom," she said cutting him off before he had a chance to say anything. He glanced at the screen right before it went to voicemail and saw who was calling.

Jessie.

A/N: In the words of Scooby Doo, "Ruh Roh". Supercuts is always a nuisance.