11th January

It had been a strange week and a half. Rick had come by every morning before work while Michonne was sick, then every evening to bring her food. They'd even started watching 'Better Call Saul' together which Jesus advised her was actually a huge commitment. Michonne being out of the dating game so long was unaware that starting a series on Netflix together was such a big deal, and she guessed that Rick had no clue either. Which was good because she liked it.

It was odd then, considering that seeing Rick had become a daily occurrence, that she felt butterflies as her buzzer sounded, and Rick's unmistakable voice told her he was downstairs. She re-applied her red lipstick in the hallway mirror, grabbed her clutch purse and headed out to join him. She had dressed to impress, despite still feeling nauseous and bloated at ten weeks pregnant, she was wearing a new dress and boots.

He stared at her open mouthed as she exited the building, her knee high boots and barely there sheer dress had clearly done the trick. She purposefully left her coat open for full effect. Rick closed and opened his mouth a few times.

"What?" She smiled innocently.

"Nothin'." He bit the inside of his cheeks, trying to will away his bodies natural response. "You ready?"

She nodded and took his arm as he hailed a cab.

"Did you listen to the soundtrack like I said?" She asked as they climbed in and made their way to the theatre.

"Mmhmm...been listening all week. It's catchy." He rested his hand on her knee for the journey, it felt natural as he gently stroked her exposed skin.

"I'm so excited." She was mainly talking to distract herself from the sensation of his skin on hers. "Is this our fifth date?"

"Unless we're counting the hospital? Which I guess we should as that was an overnight date."

"Sixth date then." She nodded her agreement.


"Such good seats!" She whispered as the curtain came up. Rick smirked, he didn't tell her it was the first time he'd been inside a theatre. This wasn't the kind of thing he usually did, but it seemed like the kind of thing Michonne did so he was willing to give it a try. He could get to like it, he thought, if only for the chance to be in close proximity with her for three hours. Plus it was actually a really good show.

Around fifteen minutes before the end, Michonne grabbed Rick's hand. If someone had paid him a million dollars to tell them how the show ended, he wouldn't have been able to articulate it. But he knew how every centimetre of Michonne's hand felt in his, he knew how she gasped at the sad parts and laughed at the funny parts. He knew he was gone, as the curtain fell and the cast took their bows, he could only look at her.

"I have to know." She said as they got into their return cab. "How did you get tickets so easily? And such good seats?"

"I told you, I know a guy." He laughed at her singular raised eyebrow. "Ok...my friend Gabe is the guy who was with the musicians. Waves the stick around. He stood up at the end, you cheered for him."

"The conductor!?"

"That's it!"

She shook her head as she looked out the window.

"What?" He chuckled.

"Rick Grimes..."

"That's me."

They pulled up outside Michonne's building, Rick stayed in his seat preparing for her to wish him good night

"You coming up?" She said nonchalantly as she got out her clutch to pay the driver.

Rick cleared his throat. "Uh...yeah." He practically threw a $20 bill towards the front seat and dashed after Michonne.

"I loved it so much!" Michonne practically sung in the elevator as she hummed a mix of Helpless and The Schuyler Sisters. He knew she could not be trying to be as sexy as he was finding her, which somehow made her even sexier. Her giggle, the way she was swaying to her own music, her hand on his shoulder as she role played as all three Schuyler sister's.

"I'm glad you liked it." He managed to choke out as she led the way out of the elevator.

Once inside she took off her coat and boots and headed straight for the kitchen. He joined her to find she'd already grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and two spoons.

"I assumed you wanted..." She started, she couldn't finish the sentence as Rick had covered her lips with his. She slowly put the spoons down on the counter top to free up her hands, using them to run through his hair. He moaned deep into her mouth as she massaged his head, feeling the shockwaves reverberate all the way down to his rapidly hardening cock.

They paused only to catch their breath, Rick biting at Michonne's lower lip, Michonne moaning as she sucked at his. His hands were on her back, pressing her body into his and roaming her perfect curves.

He lifted her up, never breaking their kiss he carried her and laid her gently on the couch. He lifted her leg behind him, running his hand up her thigh. He pushed his hips deeper towards hers, wanting her to feel every inch of his arousal.

"Rick..." Michonne breathed, gently removing his hand.

"I know...I know..." He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry..."

"No...I want to...I thought I wanted to tonight...but I feel sick and my boobs hurt..."

"Course." He nodded, still flushed and breathless, still with a very obvious erection. "We can wait."

Wordlessly Michonne began to unbutton his jeans.

"Wha..." He was still breathless from their kiss, his lips still swollen.

"Well just cos I feel crappy..." She stoked his hardness through his boxer shorts, evoking a gutteral moan from Rick. "Doesn't mean you have to suffer."

"You don't...have to...do that..." He shook his head while trying and failing to keep some semblance of self control while her hand palmed his dick.

"It's fine." She pushed his jeans and boxers down over his hips, licking her lips as she released his dick from its confines. She tried to remember if she actually saw it that first night, she must have done, but she didn't remember it being like this; long and thick and perfectly smooth . No wonder he always walked with such bow legs.

"Are you even real?" He breathed, his eyes closed and his mouth open on barely concealed pleasure. She let out a breathy laugh.

"Mmmm...jeez..." He whispered as she began working him. He cupped her face with his hand and began to kiss her neck. She didn't know if he intended it to be so hot as he moaned into her ear, but she felt herself getting wetter as his hand moved to her thigh.

"Michonne... fuck..." She was driving him crazy, one hand pumping his shaft while the other unbuttoned his shirt. She slipped it in side and flicked her finger tips over his nipples, drawing an involuntary shudder. His hands roamed her body as he continued a series of grunts and moans.

She knew he wouldn't take it any further after she told him not to a few minutes ago, but god did she regret that now, feeling him grow harder by the second at her touch, and his lips on her skin it was too much. His fingers hovering tantalisingly close to the hem of her dress but never breaking the barrier.

"That feels so good." He murmured into her neck, she ran her thumb over the head of his cock rendering him speechless. He was rock hard, and his hand was clutching at the couch cushions behind her. She kept up her pace as she moved to straddle his legs, kissing him once she was in position.

He thrust against her hand, raising her slightly from the floor each time, such was his desperation for her. She was incredible, her fingers moving deftly against his dick.

The combination of her lips on his, and her hand expertly stroking him pushed Rick over the edge as he came loudly, his cheeks flushed pink and her name falling from his lips. She took her time to get off his lap, making sure to give him a slow, sensual kiss as he came down from his high.

"I'll get you a towel." Michonne giggled as she climbed off his lap.

"That was... unexpected...but amazing." He cleaned himself up and pulled his pants back on. She leaned in to give him another kiss. "Thanks." He smiled as she pulled away, the sudden realisation of the neglected ice cream becoming evident on her face.

She returned from the kitchen with her tub of Ben and Jerry's. "It's kind of melted." She said through a mouthful. "But it's still good."

"Cookie dough." He said as he accepted the spoon from her. "Good choice."

"You know." Michonne said through a mouthful of ice cream. "I don't think there have been many men who've seen my after date ice cream ritual, let alone been allowed to take part."

"Oh wow, so I should feel honoured then?"

"You should." She slipped her legs over his lap, he rested his hand on her knee.

"I do." He said, and he couldn't convey to her how much he meant it.