A/N: The very talented ezillyamused requested that I write a ficlet based on the song Let's Get Lost by Tina Dico & Mark Weston. Thanks, that was the first time I heard that song. The energy was intense; very vibrant and physical.

Well, this is what I've come up with. Enjoy!

xXx

She smiled a secret smile in her darkened corner as she listened to the summer storm that was brewing without regard outside. The cool, strong breeze coupled with the rain would mollify the agonizing heat that had most of the residents of the prison feeling uncomfortable. Even if it was only for one night, the rainfall would surely soothe everyone with the promise of easy sleep. Michonne stood from where she lazed on her bunk and stepped up on top of the chair that went with the table in her cell. She reached her hand out between the bars that were fitted to the small, high window. She found that she needed to stretch her arm right out in order to feel the droplets sprinkling her palm with moisture.

Every time that it rained at night, Michonne's mind travelled back to a moment when she had forgotten about the fear and the doubt and the pain that was yet to come…When she had allowed herself to become lost.

xXx

There was something that Michonne found calming about the sound of rain falling on a tin roof; the constant pattering sound was rhythmic and easy. That was what she needed right now after the events of the day; she needed calm, she needed some serenity; she needed something. The moisture of the air offered a reprieve from the summer heat; however, the deluge had given them added problems. They were stuck in the small house, for the time being; unable to drive their vehicle down the capricious dirt road.

Michonne lounged on the dark coloured couch and rested her head backwards; staring up at the ceiling. She could feel Rick's eyes on her, she usually could. He did not speak, and that was fine by her. They rarely spoke when in each other's presence, but it was not cause for awkwardness. She and Rick had spent the majority of the run in silence, only conversing when necessary. Yet now it seems they were to spend the night in the house and she was feeling different; she needed a distraction from her consuming thoughts. She lifted her head and met Rick's gaze…

There's nothing like heat biting your skin

To let you boil from within

There's nothing like sweat dripping down your sides

Gleaming nights…

xXx

The strap of the rifle that was slung over Rick's shoulder somehow made him feel secure as he stared out over the darkened prison yard. He did not mind undertaking night watch usually; but this night had him feeling strange. There was minimal visibility because the heavy, dark clouds had hidden away the luminescence of the moon and the gleaming of the stars. There was no way that the heavenly bodies could abscond from the opaque cover. Rick could smell the rain and he welcomed it; it would be a pleasant change from the abysmal heat that had captured the daylight hours. The air felt electric and a profound rolling thunder flared off somewhere in the distance, then the eye of the sky opened and spilled its tears onto the pitifully forsaken earth below.

He stopped still a moment and breathed deeply; the blessing that was rain always caused Rick to think back to a time when he had been confused and fearful…When all he wanted to do was be near her and become lost.

xXx

It was still quite warm, even though the rain was falling outside of the small, abandoned house. It washed away most of the filth and the stench of death; it also washed away most of the dirt road. For now, they were holed up and waiting for the rains to pass. It could take all night, he surmised.

Michonne seemed calm as she sat on the brownish couch with her head tilted backwards; exposing the luscious skin of her elegant neck. Rick stood and took the liberty of watching her while she was not aware of his gaze, or so he thought.

He found her to be intriguing; she did not speak often, but he still found an indescribable feeling of relaxation when in her presence. They did not have to engage in dialogue and he still would feel at ease. There really was something else about Michonne that he was drawn to; even when she remained silent. Now, as Rick let his eyes roam over her flesh, he felt different; she was consuming his thoughts. Then, she raised her head and locked her eyes to his.

There's nothing like flames licking in the air

Hungry, without a care

Licking like tongues, here and there

and everywhere…

xXx

When Rick's mouth devoured Michonne's in a covetous, forceful kiss they each felt their desire placate their pent up fears, frustrations and doubts. Her lips, teeth and tongue scorched his sun kissed skin as she grazed areas that had been untouched for so very long. His hands searing hot on her soft, ebony flesh and his fingers burned trails on his journey of discovery. His breath was warm against her neck as his heightened craving for the beautiful woman intensified still. Swift and deft movements assisted in discarding vexing clothing; helping to expose more glorious contrasting skin tones.

Rick lifted Michonne slightly and placed her on his lap; she eased down to envelop his manhood in her moist sweetness. The moment when their bodies connected wholly was like a revelation; he knew, as did she, that the ice was falling away from their hearts; that they were losing themselves in the presence of the other; the person who understood, the person to whom they were drawn. The intense stare in their eyes; the way they moved in unison; the pleasure that caressed their forms. It was the physical manifestations of their long unspoken words and long unspoken feelings. In that instant Michonne and Rick would put their hearts on the line for the chance to be lost in the other's embrace, even if it was indefinitely.

Whatever the cost

Let's get lost