May 2nd

"I assume sex now is better than that night he knocked you up?" Sasha giggled over Friday night cocktails. Michonne had tried her hardest to keep up with her friends and their busy social life, but she was starting to reach a point where she just wanted to go home after a soft drink or two. She swirled the ice around her second faux-jito dreaming of her couch and the latest episode of Peaky Blinders that Rick had got her into.

"I actually don't know." She shrugged, realising how silly it must sound considering she spent most weekends with Rick, and considering that she would definitely consider them to be dating.

"You don't know..." Sasha stared at her, mouth agape.

"We haven't had sex again?" Michonne was giggling now and shaking her head.

"You haven't...had...sex... again?"

Michonne shrugged again. "It just hasn't gone there again, we've done other stuff..."

"Did you know this?" Sasha turned her attention to Jesus who threw his hands up in response.

"I've tried..." He shook his head in resignation.

"What the hell is wrong with you? He's handsome, he's rich as fuck he's super into you...if you don't have sex with him soon I'll ditch Abe and do it instead."

"I guess we're taking it slow...I don't know." As the words left Michonne's mouth she realised how lame an excuse it was. Rick was all of the things Sasha described, and more. Add to that the fact that she was pregnant with his baby.

She sipped the dregs of her mocktail and said her goodbyes, nervously plugging Rick's address into the Uber app.

Michonne didn't know why she suddenly felt so unsure of herself during the car ride across to Brooklyn. It wasn't like her, especially when it came to sex she knew she had moves. Rick clearly loved what she did, it was rare for him to last even five minutes when she gave him a blow job. She pressed the buzzer.

"Hello?" His voice sounded more formal than she was used to, a result of not knowing who was ringing his buzzer at 11pm on a Friday night.

"It's me." She said quietly, as if his neighbours would hear, and know exactly what she was planning to do to their new very respectable neighbour.

The door opened right away to Rick, leaning on the doorframe beer in hand. He still had his shirt on from work, his tie lose around his neck.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her through a huge Cheshire cat grin.

She didn't speak, she sauntered towards the door and wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss felt like the first time, it even tasted the same. The tang of beer on Rick's tongue wasn't unpleasant and his lack of inhibitions thanks to the previous two beers he'd sunk that evening displayed themselves as his hands grabbed at her ass and hips almost immediately.

They had barely crossed the threshold before Michonne was removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Still locked together at the lips Rick removed her coat and let it fall to the floor. His hand snaking down her jeans already as he moaned at the feel of her hands on his bear chest.

Wordlessly he led her upstairs, his hand holding onto hers as if she was about to rethink the whole thing and bolt out of the door. She squeezed his tighter to let him know she was there.

She pushed him onto the bed. His head was spinning as she began to take off her sweater, then her jeans, her hand reached behind to unhook her bra. Pregnancy had made her incredible breasts even more full and pert. Just the thought of holding them in his hands, caressing her nipples with his tongue caused Rick's cock to twitch.

"Fuck." He mouthed as she let her jeans drop to the floor, just the thin cotton layer of her panties separated him from his prize. He couldn't even believe this was happening.

He undid his belt, slipping off his own pants and boxers in one movement and set himself back down on the bed. He pulled Michonne to him again, needing to feel her against him. He alternated between kissing her neck and her mouth as he entered her with his fingers, moaning loudly at her wetness. She felt like a dream, moaning and writhing as he fingered her.

He ripped her panties, not wanting to waste a second waiting for her to get off him to take them off.

"Ok?" He whispered. She nodded.

In one motion he replaced his fingers with his cock. He was so hard that he physically ached to be inside her. It felt like an eternity since he'd had her, and he never thought he'd get the chance again.

He let her set the pace, giving her a moment to take him all in. She took a moment to acclimate to his thickness, she remembered this from the first time now. She hadn't imagined him as someone with eight inches worth of dick and the girth to match, it wasn't an unpleasant surprise, she thought as she felt him inside her walls.

He held her close as she reached her peak, her fingers buried in his hair, his head buried in between her delectable breasts.

She didn't stop, didn't even miss a beat as she continued. Her strong thighs pushing her up and down, sliding the entire length of him.

He couldn't even speak as he let the pleasure take over, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he released into her. Neither of them spoke, Rick gently peppered her neck with kisses as they took the time to regain control of their breathing.

Rick wasn't even fully awake as he reached his arm across to pull Michonne towards him. She sleepily surrendered and allowed him to cocoon her. "I have to go soon." She mumbled for no good reason.

"Noooo." He moaned, pushing his erection into her. "Stick around."

"I guess I could be pursued."

"Good." He whispered as he began to kiss her neck. "I don't want you to leave this bed all day."

"Is that so?" She pushed her backside into him, letting him know that she was as ready as he was for round two.

"Mmmmm." Was the only sound his brain allowed him to make, as he flipped her over and began covering her perfect body with kisses. He started with her neck, enjoying her soft moans as he traced the line of her collarbone.

He paid special attention to her pert nipples, already hard at his touch, and her beautiful rounded tummy. He lived for the way it formed a perfect curve, her silky smooth skin still perfect where it evened out again at her hips.

He planted gentle kisses along her hips, the top of her thighs...she shivered as his mouth made its way towards her outer lips. He took his time, licking and kissing her until she bucked her hips against his mouth.

Finally his tongue found her clit. It darted back and forth against her sweet spot, he pulled her impossibly close to him as his movements became more frantic.

The way she tasted was indescribable, he licked and sucked as if nothing else would satisfy him again, and in all honesty he couldn't be sure that wasn't the case.

"Come here." She ordered, pulling at his hair gently.

He met her lips with his, swallowed her moan as he pushed into her.

Rick remembered seeing her that first night, sat across the table that Daryl and Glenn had joined. He remembered her smile and the coy look she'd given him from beneath her long eyelashes. As she came to sat next to him he stumbled his way through conversation, barely even remembering how to say his own name.

And now here he was, hand entangled in her braids, dick coated in her juices, his lips latching onto her neck as he slowed his thrusts. He wanted to take it all in, he pulled his dick all the way out before pushing it back in. Her moans and her hips rolling to meet his were what was going to kill him.

Michonne whimpered, digging her nails into his back as she clenched around him. Her orgasm washed over the both of them, they felt as if the waves would never cease. He clung to her hip, kept his thrusts steady until she reached her crescendo and he followed closely behind.

He didn't want to speak, afraid he'd ruin it, but her name kept falling from his mouth.