A/N: Hey everyone! It's been three months since Richonne went canon so I really did need to update. Thanks to all of those who left reviews and to the silent readers as well.

The pens went crashing to the floor from the desk as Michonne leaned back and knocked the small, silver pencil holder. She tried to turn her head to see the damage but Rick's mouth sucking her collarbone and his hand searching up her skirt was causing her distraction; she soon forgot about the mess as his fingers ghosted over her core. Soon, Rick slipped his hand under the lacy fabric of her panties and began to massage her there; he dipped a finger inside and then trailed her juices over her aching nub. Their lips swelled together once more while their tongues did a familiar dance; Michonne pulled away a moment as she rubbed his erection through his pants.

"Do you have anything?" she asked, alluding to a condom; her rich tone sounding husky from her desire.

Rick bit his bottom lip and scrunched up his nose; "Shit. No. I was in such a hurry to get over here I wasn't thinkin' properly."

Michonne exhaled loudly and tried not to focus on the pronounced throbbing between her legs, slick from Rick's touch. She ceased her teasing at his crotch and moved her hand; she then placed both hands to Rick's shoulders while easing him backwards. The disappointment and frustration was evident on both of their faces.

"My place or yours?" she asked.

"I can't. Have to pull a double shift," he lamented.

"Raincheck," said Michonne as she straightened up her clothing.

Rick's eyes narrowed as he said, "Maybe not."

Michonne looked at him questioningly as he quickly dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Just lean back," said Rick. "Let me take care of you."

She did as he directed and felt her sex pulsating in anticipation as he slip his hands up under her skirt and drew her panties downwards; he removed them completely and placed the small garment in his pocket. He then pulled Michonne closer to the edge of the desk by her hips and then ran his rough hands up and down her smooth legs before parting her thighs. Teasingly, he ran one finger over her slit and then brought it to his mouth as he licked it clean; the moan he offered caused her core to pulsate again.

Michonne placed one leg over Rick's shoulder and bent the other at the knee, resting on the desktop. He applied some pressure to her clit before lapping at her opening with one long flick of his tongue; Michonne threaded her fingers through his hair.

"Lean back," said Rick. "Undo your buttons and touch yourself so I can watch."

"You too," Michonne replied; she was beyond excited that this was really happening in her office on her desk.

"What?" asked Rick, still massaging her swollen lips.

"I shouldn't be the only one getting off, touch yourself too," she said.

"I don't want to make a mess in your office," he said with a slight smile.

"I have tissues right here," Michonne gestured to the box on her desk; she smiled when she heard Rick undo his zipper.

He reached into his pants and freed his erection before working his hand up and down the shaft slowly. Rick then pressed his mouth to her clit and began to suck it with much vigor. As Michonne's moans grew louder and more frequent, he rubbed himself harder. After a short while, Michonne was brought to her climax and came in his mouth; Rick cleaned her up with his tongue. Once her breathing returned to normal, she stroked his curls a few times and then looked at his flushed stiffness in his hand with the red dripping tip.

"Get up and sit in that chair," she said and he did as he was told; Michonne then kneeled in of Rick and took hold of his length. She smiled up at him before wrapping her plump lips around the head of his manhood and sucking gently. Although Rick did not ask her to, he was pleasantly surprised that she was returning the favor.

xXxXx

"It's such a nice day outdoors," said the photographer who accompanied the newspaper reporter. "Should we go outside and take a few snaps as well?"

Michonne looked up from her phone as she had just sent an email after finishing the interview with the local paper regarding the Program, which they had named Turning Point. She glanced quickly at Rick, then back at the photographer and then nodded.

"Sure," she offered. "Let's go."

It had been a couple of days since their impromptu rendezvous in her office, and Michonne was now being nothing but professional as she got up from behind her desk; the same desk that Rick had had her spreadeagled on and moaning his name only days before. Rick watched as Michonne and the reporter followed the photographer outside; he could hardly focus on the questions they were asking as he remembered what it felt like to have Michonne's lips around his dick; they were lucky she did most of the talking. He adjusted himself in his pants and walked along after the others.

"By this tree looks like a nice spot," said the photographer as he pointed to the large oak that stood near the lawns beside the law offices.

"Okay," said Michonne; she turned to look for Rick who was now checking his phone. "Rick, you good?"

He looked up when he realized she was addressing him directly; he placed his phone back into his pocket and sidled up beside Michonne.

"I'm ready," Rick replied.

"Great… so can I get you just in front of the tree…now move a little closer…yes, that's good. Deputy, maybe put your arm around her…yeah, just like that. Counsellor, step a little closer. Yes. Perfect. Okay, now give me a smile…That's great. Looking good, you two," the young man offered while he checked the display on the back of the camera. "Right, I'm just gonna snap a few more. Great! Awesome. I think we got it."

Rick left his hand at the small of Michonne's back as she turned to him and offered a small, amicable smile before stepping away from him; his arm hung disappointed and missed the warmth of her body immediately. She really was playing this well, Rick thought. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, and she was acting like their proximity had no effect on her. Maybe I just don't affect her the way she affects me, he thought despondently.

The people from the newspaper shook both Rick and Michonne's hands before they left the pair standing out in the warm Georgian sun.

"What time are the TV news people gon' be here?" Rick asked as Michonne retrieved her phone once more.

"Ah, directly after lunch time," she said, taking her eyes from the screen just long enough to see the unreadable expression that Rick was wearing.

She had figured he was having a little trouble with them being around one another at work, and now that they were alone, she did not particularly want to discuss it. While she enjoyed every minute of their tryst in her office, she was having some regrets about it, mainly because she was adamant about keeping their professional lives and sex lives separate; yet they had gone down on one another in her place of business.

"Did you wanna grab somethin' to eat?" asked Rick, now looking hopeful.

Now she lifted her head to stare into his eyes a little questioningly; he did not miss it.

"Just as friends," he added quickly. "My treat."

Rick flashed a bright smile and Michonne felt her heart skip a beat.

Don't let him charm you into anything, she chided herself.

"That's nice of you to offer," she said sincerely, finally putting the phone away. "But I was meeting with Andrea."

Rick nodded.

"Okay, well I guess I'll catch up with you back here in an hour, then?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yes, you sure will. I'll text you to make sure," said Michonne as she turned to walk away.

She could feel his eyes on her as she walked towards her office building and used everything within her not to turn around. Instead, she took out her phone and called Andrea.

"Hey, can we meet for lunch?" asked Michonne when her friend answered the phone.

"Hi. Um, I can't. Shane picked me up to go and get something to eat," Andrea explained.

"Shit!" said Michonne.

"What?" replied Andrea.

"I told Rick I couldn't have lunch with him because I was meeting you," she said.

"Why would you say that? Are you avoiding him? I thought he rocked your world the other day, why the cold shoulder?" asked Andrea.

"I'm not being cold, I'm being professional," Michonne argued.

"You weren't worried about professional when you were sucking his you-know-what in your office," said Andrea.

"Why do I tell you anything? Always gotta bring up old shit," said Michonne unimpressed. "And in front of your hick boyfriend too."

"Old shit? It was the other day," Andrea laughed. "And my fine ass hick boyfriend is ordering the food, so he is not party to this particular conversation, Counsellor."

"I'm hanging up now," said Michonne.

"Are you pissed at me?" Andrea asked.

"No, I'm pissed at myself again," she conceded. "Rick's a good guy and I feel like I'm being a bitch to him."

"You're not a bitch, babe; you're just not good at this friends-with-benefits deal," said Andrea.

Michonne sighed, "Maybe."

"Listen, I'll call you later, okay?" asked Andrea.

"Okay," replied Michonne as she bid her friend goodbye and ended the call.

Just as she went to walk into the building, Morgan sprinted up the steps and greeted her in a warm manner.

"Hello. I thought that was you," he said, obviously racing across to road to catch her.

"Hi, there. How's it going?" she asked with a genuine smile.

"I'm doin' just fine, thanks," Morgan offered. "Say, did you want to grab a bite to eat or a coffee? I wanted to run something by you, that's if you have some time to spare right now."

Michonne checked the time on her phone.

"Sure," she smiled. "My plans just changed so I have a little time."

xXxXx

Michonne and Morgan took a seat at a booth near one of the windows at Molly's Diner and each picked up a menu.

"What's good here?" asked Morgan.

"I'm not too sure about lunch specials," Michonne replied. "I only come here for breakfast."

The couple engaged in some small talk before ordering and then receiving their food.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" asked Michonne as she bit into her sandwich.

"Well," started Morgan, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "I was fillin' in one of my colleagues about Turning Point, and we started discussing what could be done in way of prevention or intervention. Now I know you said the funding parameters of your Program wouldn't cover that type of project."

"That's right," said Michonne. "Because we can't afford to pay more staff a wage to support an expansion of the parameters."

"But you've assigned me as youth worker and intake worker," he stated.

"Of course. It's within your scope of duties," she answered.

"Well, what if I could find extra staff for you who'd work on a voluntary basis?" asked Morgan.

Michonne sat up straighter in her seat.

"Go on," she replied.

"I talked to my colleague, who happens to be an old college buddy of mine. His wife works in the social sciences department at CAU and mentioned that if we approached schools and offered their students an internship, we could get the staff that we need. Which means we could have more people and broader scope," said Morgan with a grin as he leaned back in this seat and smiled.

It was as if a lightbulb went on in Michonne's mind; she laughed and then beamed brightly at the man sitting across from her.

"Morgan," she chortled. "That's such a great idea. And even if we can't get the funding bodies to give us the go ahead, you could still offer it at the Youth Centre as an annex or partnership of Turning Point. That's brilliant!"

Morgan looked pleased with himself while something in Michonne's peripheral vision caught her attention; it was Rick who had just entered Molly's. He noticed the both of them smiling and laughing through the window before he even reached the door, opting to approach the counter to pick up his order in the hope that neither would see him. Morgan noticed Michonne was looking off over his shoulder; his smile widened when he saw that Rick was there.

"Hey, Rick," called Morgan to his friend.

Rick turned and nodded in their direction, holding up his hand to gesture he would be a moment. After he grabbed his order, he walked over to where they sat. Michonne grinned at him a little coyly and all he could muster was a crooked little smile that did not reach his eyes.

"Hey," said Rick. "Good to see you."

"Pull up a seat and join us," said Morgan.

"Nah, I ordered this to go," he replied. "Besides, I don't wanna impose. Y'all look like you had a plan."

Michonne threw Rick a dubious look and went to respond.

"It's fine," said Morgan.

"Maybe another time," said Rick. "I gotta get back to the station. Thanks anyways."

Rick reached out and shook Morgan's hand and then cast another glance in Michonne's direction; she thought he looked somewhat irritated.

"I'll see you later," she offered and Rick nodded his head.

"Yeah," was all he said before leaving the pair.

…..

The news reporter and her crew had set up out the front of the law offices; they were talking to Michonne about something when Rick arrived on the scene. He removed his hat and tucked it under his arm as he approached them and greeted them in a friendly manner. He was informed that they would talk to Michonne first and get background on the Program before interviewing Rick so that he could speak about the Sheriff's Department and their involvement.

"Five minutes and we'll get started," said the reporter as she walked back to the station's van.

Michonne turned to Rick.

"Look, about before at Molly's. I know it looked like I brushed you off…" she started, but was cut off by Rick.

"No need to explain," he said, keeping his gaze forward and off of her.

"There is a need to explain," she said in hushed tones. "Because you're acting weird now like you're pissed at me when you have no right to be."

Rick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, but said nothing.

"So I feel like I have to explain it," she continued.

Now he turned to face her.

"You don't really have to clarify anything with me, Michonne. I asked if you wanted something to eat, you said you were goin' with Andrea; turns out you weren't and that ain't my business…"

"Rick, come on, you're being silly," she interjected.

He shook his head.

"I get it," he said as he leaned in closer, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation. "We're just fuckin'. You ain't my girl, I'm definitely not your man so you don't have to tell me anything. You want to keep it professional here at work. I understand that, I really do. You didn't have to lie to me like I'm some dumb asshole if you didn't want to get food with me. Wanna keep it professional? Great. Don't want to eat with me. I can live with that. At least have some respect for me and don't insult my intelligence by lyin' about it like you're protectin' my feelings. Like I'm gonna be all cut up about it or some shit."

"Rick, hear me out," Michonne offered.

"Let's just get this over and done with," he said before walking over to take a seat on one of the benches near the oak tree; Michonne stood with her mouth agape wondering what in the world just happened.