A/N: I wrote this after I saw scratches on Rick's arm in the scene where he is looking through Father G's bible and Michonne and Tara are in the background discussing what might have happened to Father G.

"Rick, are those scratches?" asked Tara as she pointed to the marks on his forearm; Michonne felt her stomach drop as her eyes searched his body quickly.

"Where?" Michonne asked, stepping towards Rick and placing her hands on his shoulder.

"It's nothin'," he said, giving her a reassuring look before glancing quickly at Tara and then back to Michonne.

"Let me see," Michonne said, suddenly worried that in the bustle and chaos of escaping the herd of walkers, Rick may have been scratched by one of them; she silently chided herself for not checking him over properly in the car.

"Michonne," he said softly, trying to ease the current concern of his beloved. "Really, it's nothin'. I'm fine."

"Rick, where are the scratches?" she asked unwaveringly.

He held Michonne's gaze before his face turned red and he gave Tara an almost sheepish look.

"Here," he said while holding up his forearm. "But they're not from those walkers."

"You sure?" asked Tara.

"Oh, I'm positive," said Rick as he placed his hand on his hip, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows in Michonne's direction.

The previous night…

"Oh, god. Rick," Michonne breathed, as she felt the familiar heat swirling in her nether regions.

She ran her fingers through his curls while he lapped at her hot center; his lips and tongue causing rivulets of pleasure to wash over her writhing, naked form. Her hips bucked as he sucked her throbbing little nub in to his mouth; Rick draped his left arm over her stomach to hold her in place as he brought her closer to the apex of her pleasure. She gripped his arm tightly to steady herself, digging her nails into his glistening flesh as she found her release; he drank up every drop as her sex quavered against his eager mouth.

Presently

Michonne's face suddenly grew warm; Rick smiled when the realization of where the marks had come from played on her features. She glanced at their friend before shifting closer to Rick and taking his hand in hers.

"You know what, Tara, it's fine," she offered, her tone slightly higher than usual. "It's ah, it's like Rick said; it's nothing."