"Would you ever sleep with me?" he questioned once.
"Never," she'd replied, her large eyes shining in the bluish glow from his TV set, "but I love you… in a different way. I'll always be loyal to you, I'll never betray you, that's how I love people."
― Rebecca McNutt, Bittersweet Symphony
It didn't take a lot of alcohol for either of them to move forward or allow what they were experiencing to develop and unfold. Michonne hadn't had anyone so attentive, and for Rick, he hadn't had sex in what seemed forever. Gone were any inhibition or second-guessing once he finally leaned in to kiss her. She was receptive to what he had hoped was the next step after so many baby steps. Neither one of them cared about the beer and pizza.
They both quickly undressed each other once inside of Michonne's apartment. Without any beforehand planning, sex took place from there. Rick was on top, and there he remained, hot and sweaty, and eventually exhausted. He rolled off and fell into a deep slumber.
Michonne was left with her thoughts. She wondered what in the hell just happened? And Why? And What it all meant. She turned to look at him, fast asleep. How he slept with his arm still draped across her body, drawing her tight around her waist was enough to cause an unexpected tingle. Her delayed orgasm. Soon she fell asleep too.
"Rick! Wake up!" Michonne suddenly scurried out of her bed.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. Yeah. What's up?"
"I have to go to work."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Michonne needed more than his agreement. She needed him to get up and take her since she didn't have her car.
"Take my car..." Rick offered groggily.
Michonne paused, completely caught off guard by Rick's solution to her problem, and without any hesitation.
"...my keys are by your front door." Rick snuggled his face into his pillow, eyes partially closed.
"Okay."
"Drive safe."
"Okay."
"And hurry back. I'm going to want more of my birthday present." Rick lightly tapped the empty area on the bed before dozing.
Hours later, Michonne could still feel him between her legs, and the taste of his kisses lingered upon her taste buds. He was more aggressive and self-absorbed in reaching his happy ending over and over again that night. Leaning over the sink in one of the Go Stop restrooms, Michonne brushed harder, rinsed, spit, repeated. Her mouth was refreshed, and the incident was tossed with that one other time. She tingled again. She had to get a grip over herself. She had a job to do, and every minute separated from him dragged painfully slow.
"Hi, Michonne!" Andrea came from one of the restroom stalls.
"Hey, Andrea."
"Wow, you are glowing! What's up?"
"What do you mean, what's up?"
"You and Rick?"
"What?" Michonne denied the accusations with a two-second straight face. A shy smile threatened to break free, but the entry of Sasha was enough of a deterrent. Michonne thought by clamming up, she was admitting to Nothing.
"Hey, Michonne. Hey, Andrea!" Sasha greeted the two women she considered the only two coworkers she would befriend if she had the time or an invite out for drinks.
"Hey." Michonne and Andrea responded back.
"I'm on my break, now tell me who are you screwing to get your skin all glowy like that?" Sasha admired up close.
"What is it about my face?"
"Shows you've received good dick."
Michonne had not once considered it good dick, but it certainly had potential.