Just A Touch

Michonne approaches the doorway, cautiously as she observes Rick sitting at the foot of the bed. She knows he has a lot on his mind, especially with this inevitable meeting that Deana has called to decide his fate in the community. She was still a little miffed with him about his actions and keeping things from her, but she refused to hold a grudge. It wouldn't serve any purpose anyway.

"Rick? You ready?" She asks quietly.

He sighs when he hears her voice. He knows he betrayed her trust and the guilt of it is eating him alive. He can't go on hiding things from her, excluding her from the plans he made with Carol and Daryl. "We lied to you. I lied to you. Carol, Daryl, and me devised a plan to take guns from the armory. Carol took three guns. She still has one and she gave the other one to me just a while ago."

Michonne moves into the room slowly, looking on in disbelief as Rick hands yet another gun to her.

"I didn't tell you any of this because I wasn't sure how you'd take it. What you'd do."

She tosses her jacket on the bed. "You think I'd try and stop you?"

Rick looks back at her with a slight smirk. "Well, you did hit me over the head."

"That was for you. Not them." She emphasizes her words, trying to get her point across.

He drops his hand that had been extending the gun to her. Slowly, he gets up and walks over to her, leaving a miniscule amount of space between them. "I was afraid you'd talk me out of it." His eyes drop to her chest, then travel back to her face. "You could've."

Michonne is surprised that Rick would admit to the power she has over him. She doesn't even want to think of it in that way. She honestly believes that their friendship is something special and there would never be anything remotely close to a power struggle between them. He has to know that she would never take advantage of him no matter the circumstances. "We don't need them here. I don't need my sword."

She tilts her head slightly to look up at him. "I believe you can find a way…." She quickly changes her wording to convince him of what she is trying to convey as he starts to look away from her. "We can find a way….and even if we don't, I'm still with you."

Rick looks into her eyes again, allowing her words to sink in, the truth of them making his heart swell with pride. He basks in the knowledge that she is with him no matter what. He didn't realize how much he needed that from her. He feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest and he can actually breathe again. He hands the gun to her, wanting her to know that he trusts her just as much as she trusts him.

"Something's going to happen. Just don't make something happen," she tells him as she grasps his hand and pushes the gun back to his side.

Rick almost jumps as the hand to hand contact sends a jolt through his body. He looks at her, then down at their connected hands.

She makes a move toward the door, but Rick steps in her path. She questions him with her eyes as she allows him to block her way.

"I just…I just want to say thank you. You're always there for me, no matter what and I can't tell you how much that means to me." He takes another step closer to her and wraps his arms around her, enveloping her in a warm embrace.

Michonne returns his hug, wrapping her arms gently around his waist. She is even more surprised when he pulls back slightly and places a soft, gentle kiss to her cheek. She leans back, searching his eyes as he is searching hers.

Before he can second guess himself, he leans in and kisses her other cheek.

"We should get to the meeting," Michonne reminds him.

He nods. "Right. The meeting." He reaches to his back and pushes the gun into his belt.

She is about to walk over to the bed to retrieve her jacket when Rick pulls her back to him, one arm encircling her waist while the other cradles the back of her head as he slams his mouth against hers. She moans with the contact, never realizing what kissing Rick would truly make her feel.

They open their mouths simultaneously, wanting to taste more of each other. She cautiously lifts her hands to his shoulders, not sure if she should push him away or cling to him. She feels his arm tighten at her waist while his other hand travels to her face to cup her gently as he continues to taste her hungrily. She gives in to her feelings for just a moment as she wraps her arms around his neck, returning his kiss just as hungrily.

Rick doesn't feel in control of his emotions at all as he guides her back towards the bed and lays her down gently. He uses a foot to kick the door closed before turning his attention back to her. He hesitates for just a moment, giving her an opportunity to tell him no.

She comes up to rest on her elbows, her eyes never leaving his. "We shouldn't…."

Rick drops his head and nods slowly. "Ok…." He looks up, connecting their eyes again. "Can I….I just want to touch you. Is that ok?"

Michonne lifts up fully and stretches her arms out to him, sighing with relief as he engulfs her in his embrace. She caresses him, running her hands up and down his biceps as he pulls her to him tightly.

He buries his face against her neck as he darts his tongue to her flesh before planting his lips on her and sucking in for a taste. He drops a hand to her uniform shirt and unbuttons the first two buttons, pushing it to one side, moving his lips down her neck, across her clavicle to her shoulder. He slowly brings his hands up and cups her breasts softly.

He urges her backward, laying her down once again, a hand moving to her belt buckle. He watches as Michonne grabs his hand to stay him. He leans down and whispers in her ear, "Just a touch." He shudders with relief as she drops her hand from his wrist and allows him entrance.

Her breath hitches and her fingers dig into his arm as he dips a hand into her pants, palming her sex before gently moving his hand forward then backward, caressing her through her thin, cotton panties. She begins to rock against him and then realizes that she is desperate to touch him in the same way. She moves both hands to his belt buckle, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans once the belt is undone.

Rick closes his eyes as he feels her soft hand slowly easing into the slit of his boxers and enclosing him gently. His breathing quickens as she moves her hand up, then down, rotating her thumb against his tip. They continue to rock against each other and he grows bolder as he slips inside her panties, fingering his way through her curls, seeking her opening. He pushes one digit inside, then two, working his hand against her.

Michonne is desperate to concentrate but it's proving too hard of a task as she feels his fingers inside, moving in, then out bringing her closer and closer to release. "Oh, Rick…." She is determined to give him just as much pleasure as he is giving her, so she doesn't let up. She keeps her hand on him, stroking him with purpose.

"Ah…..ah…." he gasps as they work together. He shatters before he knows what even hit him, spurting hot semen all over her hand as she continues to stroke him, drawing every drop to the surface. He slams his mouth against hers, despite his body still jerking from his release. He kisses her frantically as he works his fingers in her sex.

She moves her free hand up to her shirt, pushing it to the side along with a bra strap, revealing one perky breast. She comes undone as Rick moves down and latches on, never breaking his rhythm. She lifts her butt off the bed as the tremors start at her core, her sex clenching at his fingers as she reaches an orgasm.

A/N: Part II can be accomplished. All I need is permission from Siancore and Sherrysharp. What do you say ladies?