A/N: An extension of how I imagined the scene from the S5 finale could have went.

Michonne felt her face grow warm from his proximity and the urgency to his tone. After admitting "you could've", to her small surprise, Rick stepped closer to her; the heat radiating between them was searing. The pain in his extremities; the aching of his hand; and the sporadic throbbing at the back of his head, all seemed to fade away the closer he got to her.

Rick reached forward and took hold of her tie; turning it over in his fingers while feigning to avoid her gaze. She watched carefully as his rough hand gently felt the soft fabric. He let it fall back into place before lifting his gaze to meet hers. After biting his bottom lip, Rick proceeded to say in his slow drawl: "you could get me to do anything you wanted."

They stared at one another silently for a moment longer; neither one choosing to speak as they let the meaning behind Rick's statement settle in. Michonne became suddenly rattled at what he was trying to communicate. She realized that Rick had basically admitted what she already suspected; she had him at her beck and call.

"We don't need them here," she said, trying to avoid Rick's admission and referring to their weapons.

"I don't need my sword. I think you can find a way. We can find a way."

Rick listened intently as she spoke with her rich cadence that felt as if it was caressing him.

"And if we don't," she added evenly. "I'm still with you."

Rick did not move his stare from hers as he felt his eyes become glassy. After all that they had been through; after all of the questionable things he had done, this woman was standing before him and pledging her loyalty. This beautiful, brave, strong woman was choosing him come hell or high water. She would follow him even when he was not sure that he could lead.

The look in her eyes told him something else as well; the softness to her gaze, the sincerity and adoration. He knew then in that moment, she had chosen him to be more. Rick tried to give the weapon to her, but she gently placed her hand to his and pushed it back to his side. Her hand lingered over his; her touch sending heat through his wounded skin. Exhilarating, yet painfully infrequent, were her caresses; and as quickly as she had pressed her hand to his, she let go and moved to turn.

Rick gently caught her by the arm and she stopped to face him yet again.

"Michonne," he said quietly, not letting her arm go. "I want you to know, I'm with you too."

"I've been questioning that lately," she said without thinking.

"And that's my fault," he conceded.

Tentatively, Rick rubbed his thumb over Michonne's forearm a few times; he found confidence in the fact that she did not pull away from his touch. He then ran his hand slowly up the length of her limb; rubbing her upper arm before placing the gun on the bed and stepping closer to her. He brought his bandaged hand to Michonne's face and stroked her cheek lightly.

"I'm with you," he whispered while searching her eyes.

Rick used his thumb to trace the contour of Michonne's bottom lip. The sensation of such an intimate gesture caused her centre to throb slightly. Michonne tried to steady her breathing as she anticipated what she knew was about to follow. Rick drew her closer before he leaned in and kissed her mouth. Michonne placed her hands at his chest as she moved closer still to Rick.

The kiss was unhurried and shy; starting off slowly and softly. Both Rick and Michonne relished in discovering each other's taste. When their tongues finally met they quickened their pace; Rick gripped Michonne by the waist as she threaded her finger through his hair. They separated breathlessly for a moment, and Michonne could see the desire in Rick's eyes. It was like no look she had seen him wear before. He absentmindedly rubbed her back as his mouth captured hers again.

This time their kisses were less gentle than their initial one; Rick devoured Michonne's full lips as his hand gripped her firm backside. Michonne fumbled with the buttons of his shirt until she was able to remove it fully; Rick let it fall to the floor as she ran her hands over his bare chest. She then placed her mouth at his neck while kissing and sucking at the skin fervently. Michonne took his earlobe into her mouth and Rick almost lost all of his composure.

He led Michonne over to the bed where he sat while she remained standing before him. Rick quickly undid her jeans and helped her become free of them. Her hips and legs were so smooth to touch as he traced his fingers over them. He then slid his thumb under the fabric of her cotton panties and gently massaged her.

Michonne gripped his shoulders and then straddled him; she brought her mouth back to Rick's as he continued to rub her slickened folds. She loosened her tie and removed it as Rick quickly shifted and rolled Michonne onto her back. He tried to undo the buttons of her uniform, but his injured hand was making it difficult. In his impatience, Rick ripped the shirt open as the buttons flew from their place and landed on the floor. Michonne was so aroused that she did not care that her uniform had been ruined. She sat up slightly and removed her top and bra; Rick stopped a moment to admire her form as he hovered over her. He gripped her panties and pulled them off her hips; she was perfect all over.

He soon caressed her naked, full breasts with his hand before trailing his tongue around her nipples in a circular motion, causing them to stiffen. Michonne let out a delicious moan and Rick was set hard. He kneeled between her legs, still watching her intently with lust laden eyes; he then undid his belt and zipper and freed himself from this clothing. Michonne eyed his rigid virility as it sprang forward, impressive in its thickness and length.

Rick covered her smouldering body once more with his and continued to taste her mouth; his inquisitive fingers returned to her moistened curls as he slid one inside of her folds. Michonne's hips bucked at the sensation causing Rick to smile against her lips. Michonne reached down and took hold of his hardness and led it to where he was teasingly caressing her; he removed his fingers and let her guide his dripping tip into her opening. He found approval in her eyes as he inched his length inside of her slowly. She shifted to accommodate him better and felt an indescribable sense of fulfilment having Rick so close.

As Rick fully entered Michonne, he marvelled at how her soft walls of flesh fit around him perfectly. He began to thrust as he continued to consume her mouth with his own. Michonne moved as if someone was trickling drops of hot water over her body as she writhed beneath Rick. Her low moans of pleasure grew louder every time Rick's nether part came in contact with hers.

They exchanged the heat and moisture of their rapid breaths and eager skin; for both of them, it felt incredibly satisfying to have someone to be so close with. To relish in the mingling of sweat and quiet proclamations of need. Michonne was sweet in every sense and Rick was overcome with something akin to greediness; he wanted to possess her in every way. His mind, though swimming, vaguely registered this; he also noted the expression that she currently wore as he not so gently slipped his heated member in and out of her sweetness again and again.

She, with closed eyes, let her head roll back and her mouth fall open. She breathed his name in a whisper as her fingernails dug into his skin. Michonne, usually so stoic and reserved, allowed Rick to see another side to her passion; she was sensual and yet vulnerable at his touch. She did not shy away from letting sounds arise from her throat as Rick plunged deeper into her womb.

Ah, ah, ah. Rick. Rick! With urgency and need, her voice spiralling around his ears, encouraging him to continue to find her spot. His own low moans were like an accompaniment to the delirious song she was singing for him.

His injuries did nothing to detract from his raw, animal vigour that she sensed between her legs; her own body moving in accord with his. Rising and falling slightly with each movement of her hips she would afford Rick's length to delve deeper.

With trembling lips, heavy breath and batting eyelids, Michonne felt the heat rise around her navel as her centre grew tighter. The apex of her pleasure causing her firm, enveloping walls to contract around Rick's engorged member as her orgasm washed over her.

Rick could feel his own release approaching as her name escaped his mouth again and again. He quickly withdrew his manhood, called Michonne once more as his seed surged from his body; the hot whiteness dripped onto the dark skin of Michonne's abdomen as Rick collapsed on top of her.

Panting, he rolled to the side while their limbs remained entwined and covered in a sheen of sweat. Michonne, shifted so that she was leaning on her elbow and facing Rick. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath while she rested her hand over his heart. He covered her hand with his own while lifting it to his lips, gently kissing it.

He turned his head toward Michonne so he could look into her eyes once more; she smiled and he responded in kind.

"Whatever happens today, tomorrow or whenever," Rick said while brushing his fingers lightly over hers. "I know we can find a way."