Part Two

"You've got a minute?" It was a still dark outside as Rick headed out to start his morning shift. He thought Jessie was asleep when he walked passed her on the couch until she spoke. "I want to ask you something?" Rick started to go over the possible questions and none of them were questions he wanted to answer. "Do you want me to stay? Because I want to stay?"

Naw. I want a family with Michonne and I can't do that with you here, he thought.

"Sam really misses being at home. I figured you both were ready to move on," Rick said.

"I am ready to move on, but leaving here wasn't what I had in mind." She looked at Rick, he knew she was waiting for him to respond, but he was still trying to find a nice way to say, 'you can't be here when Michonne moves in'.

"Rick," she continued, scooting to the edge of the couch. "I want to move on with you."

Rick swallowed, but his mouth was dry. Tensed now, his brain scrambled for a way out of this conversation, but no feasible solutions were presenting itself. He could escape a house full of murderers, but couldn't find a way to escape a former housewife armed with a blanket and expectations he could not—would not fulfill.

"I love someone and she means everything to me." Rick stopped himself, he began to rub his fingers together. By the glum look on Jessie's face that was not what she wanted to hear. The silence between them pregnated the air. Rick wanted to soften the blow, but didn't trust himself to actually do that.

"Wow, I… I didn't know." Jessie got up from the couch, Rick backed closer to the door. She shook her head at his movements and walked to the kitchen. Stopping, she looked back at him, "I thought…" she said sighing. "Never mind."

Rick watched as she went into the kitchen, the light was now on and he could hear her turning the facet on. He felt guilty for not coming clean to her sooner, for even being so stupid to haphazardly pursue her in a poor attempt to get back what he had with Lori; because he couldn't start over with the woman he wanted the most.

The sky was becoming lighter, Rick looked at his watch it read 5:17, and Michonne would be at the office before six. He could hear Jessie moving around in the kitchen, he quickly debated whether to continue the talk, but decided against it, he had an entire pitch he prepared in his sleep for Michonne. He looked towards the kitchen one last time and walked out the door.

Michonne was already at the home turned constable office when Rick walked into the door. She was leaning back in her chair with her feet on the desk, reading a book.

"What are you reading?" He asked. Michonne looked up as Rick sat down at his own desk.

"Persuasion by Jane Austen." She went back to reading her book, trying to focus on the words and not on Rick staring at her.

"What's it about?"

"Second chances."

"Hmm…" Rick twiddle his fingers then got up from his seat and walked behind Michonne. Leaning over her, he read along with her. Michonne jerked her head, the chair swiveled so that she was partially facing him and she looked at him wide-eyed.

"What are you doing?" Rick straighten up trying to keep a straight face.

"I wanted to see if there was anything in that book that could help me." Michonne placed the book on the desk and stood up.

"Maybe. Have you unwisely rejected anyone recently?"

"Yes and no."

"Yes… and no?" She asked with a quizzical expression.

"I have rejected someone, but it wasn't unwisely."

"Oh," Michonne moved past him. When Michonne said nothing else, it dawned on Rick that he may have misspoken.

"You know I'm not talking about you?"

"Never said you were." Michonne now was reading through papers on a folder. "Abraham left a note in here, says he wanted to meet us this morning at 7." Michonne didn't look up at Rick and continued to read the notes on what needed to be done today. Rick read his watch, it was now 5:56.

"Jessie is moving out," Rick blurted out. Michonne still didn't look up from the folder. "I told her that Abraham was going to start fixing her house… I haven't told Abraham that though," Rick slightly chuckled. Michonne closed up the folder and finally looked over at Rick. She was completely expressionless, Rick couldn't tell if she cared about this news or not.

"What do you want me to say?"

"When can I move in, Rick?" He said.

"Were you guys together?"

"No." Rick walked to Michonne, grabbed her shoulders so that she was facing him. "No," he said again emphatically. "I'm going to be completely honest with you Michonne." Rick licked his lips, he was nervous and felt the familiar anxiety that he had when he confessed to Michonne about the gun plot. Michonne looked at him, her brown eyes held a look of uncertainty and what he thought was sadness. Rick hoped that what he said next would change that.

"I won't make excuses for my behavior towards Jessie because there really is none. It really started at the party… I kissed her on the cheek and from there I wanted her." Michonne looked away from him, she stared at a tiny black spider that was crawling up the wall, and she watched as it would make a few steps, slide down and continue to crawl back up only to slide a bit again. "Michonne," hearing Rick say her name, she focus on him.

Rick felt that Michonne needed to know everything even if it may be painful, so he continued. "The reason why I wanted her was because in my mind she represented what I had before. And I thought in a sick stupid way, if I had her I could get back what I lost and more. But, I woke up, Michonne, I woke up."

Rick moved his hands from Michonne's shoulders and onto her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. "You woke me up. Her moving in with me was me trying to appease the guilt I felt for my stupidity. The infatuation was over the second you knocked me out."

Michonne snicker and pushed Rick away from her. She needed some breathing room and time to process what he told her. "Is this for real?" She knew there had been more to Rick's behavior the first week they were at ASZ than just feeling like they weren't safe.

"This is real. I…"

"You want to know what Persuasion is about." Michonne said cutting him off. "It's about this woman, she makes a huge mistake by choosing to not be with someone she loves because of petty reasons." Michonne placed the folder on the desk beside the book and walked back towards Rick.

"And years later, she's alone, full of regret, but he comes back. He comes back into her life and she hopes that he can forgive her, that he won't be prideful and reject her the way she rejected him."

"Mich…"

"Let me finish," Michonne had tears in her eyes. "This thing between us, terrifies me, but… I'm tired Rick. I'm tired of living with regrets. I want you, even though being with you scares the shit out of me," Michonne said tearfully.

"It scares me too," he laughed. "I mean, I chose to act like a raging ego-centric lunatic because I was scared yo—" Michonne kissed him before he could finish his sentence. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his bottom lip in her mouth. Moaning as she explored his lips, Michonne was honestly tired of talking, right now her body wanted Rick. She removed herself from his mouth and shyly covered her own with her hand. Rick started to stutter, he felt like he was a kid again getting a kiss from his crush.

Michonne reached up and kissed him again, this time Rick didn't let shock leave him mobile less. Their tongues entwined, exploring uncharted territory. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pushing her closer to him. Breaking the kiss, Rick gazed at her as she licked her lips, the plumpness of her lips were always inviting. He gently cupped her chin and sucked on her lower lip, when he pulled apart from her, Michonne's eyes slowly opened.

"That was nice," she said grinning.

"You and me are going to give it a try, take it slow?" He asked. Michonne leaned into him, placing her head on his chest.

"What if I told you I didn't want to take it slow?" Her hand slowly went down his chest and past his waist where it stopped. Rick started to breathe heavier and his groin responded to Michonne's traveling hand. With her chin on his chest, she gave him a big beautiful smile and winked at him.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Rick…"

"Because," he interrupted, "I don't think you can handle what I'll be putting down." Michonne laughed loudly.

"Where did you hear that from?"

"What do you mean?"

"No, do not act clueless, you heard that from someone."

"Ma'am. I honestly don't know what you're talking about." Rick raised both hands as if he was surrendering, he chuckled a bit at her look of disbelief. She smiled at him and reach up to grab his hands and brought them to her side and leaned up to give him another kiss.

The kiss became more fervent, Rick turned her around on the table and lifted her onto it. He moved his hands down the side of her stomach and underneath her shirt until he reach her bra. Michonne moaned and tugged at his hair. Avoiding her breasts, Rick moved his hands up and down her back and then unclasped Michonne's bra. He then lightly kissed her jawline and down her neck.

Michonne clung to his neck wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her neck. Pulling up from her he took off his jacket and unbutton his shirt meanwhile Michonne unbutton hers. Rick took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her smooth skin, tight abs, and her breasts that were still covered by a black bra. Rick helped Michonne remove the bra and he took in the sight of her dainty breasts, his hand covered her entire right breast as he gently squeeze it and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Her areolas were small which made her harden nipples stand out.

He bent down, grinding his erection in her crotch and took her right nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth then sucked on the nipple hard.

"Rick, mmh…" Michonne rolled her hips onto Rick's crotch and ran her hand through his hair as he played with her breasts. Rick sucked around her nipple, licking and sucking her flesh. He massaged her left breast, grabbed the whole breast and latched his mouth onto its nipple. "Oh God," Michonne whimpered, while he lightly bit and nipped at her breast, she unbutton and zipped down her pants and reached a little further until she felt Rick's harden cock through his pants. This time it was Rick who began to moan into Michonne's skin.

He released Michonne's nipple from his mouth and thrusted into her. Then took a step back, he gazed over his handiwork, Michonne was breathing heavy and rubbing her breasts. Michonne kicked off her boots and with her legs together in the air, peeled off her pants and panties. Rick legs falter as Michonne's pussy lips came into view, wet and plump. Without further ado Rick tossed his holster to the side, removed his belt, unbuckled his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. Not bothering to remove his boots, he moved back towards Michonne.

"Touch me, please," Michonne pleaded, bringing her legs back down and around Rick. Her pussy clench when she saw Rick's length and thickness leaving pre-cum on her thigh and she became wetter when his hand massaged her outer lips. Rick explored Michonne's pussy, caressing her lips from the bottom near her opening back up to her clit. He slid one finger in her inner lips, coating his finger with her wetness and lubricating her clit. He then slipped his middle finger in her and his ring finger joined it. Michonne's inner walls clung to Rick's fingers and she began squirming on the table as he increased the speed of his thrusting.

"Ooh, I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming!" Michonne held on to the table as she reached her peak, crying out as she shook from the orgasm. She didn't realize how much she missed the natural high an orgasm delivered and she certainly didn't realize she forgotten how amazing it felt when a man worshipped her pussy with his mouth.

Rick made long strokes with his tongue, slurping as much of Michonne's nectar he could get. He enjoyed her womanly scent and the sounds of her moans as he inflicted pleasure onto her. He gripped her clit in between his mouth and mercilessly flicked his tongue across it until Michonne begged him to stop.

Honoring her request, Rick gave her nub a sweet kiss and then position himself so that his length was at her entrance. Slowly entering her, Rick breath hitched and held onto her thighs as he enjoyed the sensation of Michonne's tight and incredibly wet pussy. Michonne relaxed the best that she could, but she felt like a virgin again. The slight discomfort soon subsided though when Rick filled her up, he tried to control himself to prevent coming too soon. But trying to exert control was difficult when Michonne moved her hips.

He leaned over her so that their whole body met with each other, Michonne grasp ahold of Rick's mouth with hers, pulling him in for another kissed. They both moaned as they began to move at a faster pace.

"Fuck," Rick said muttering. "You're perfect, my God you feel so good baby." Michonne whimpered as their movements became fever pitch, she could feel she was close to her second orgasm as she clawed Rick's back. If Rick felt the scratches he didn't show it, he set his hands on the desk and used his arms to support most of his weight. He never left his eyes off of Michonne as he thrusted deeply into her and so hard that the desk moved a bit across the floor. He studied how intense Michonne looked, eyes closed, mouth opened, saying his name over and over.

"Look at me," Rick commanded. Michonne's eyes open and met contact with Rick's, she wanted to tell him again that she was there, but her eyes conveyed the message because he thrusted harder until her walls clenched tightly around him and she came all over him. Rick wasn't far behind as he quickly pulled out of Michonne's warmth and came over her lower stomach.

Rick pulled Michonne on top of him as they both collapsed to the floor. Catching his breath, Rick tried to think back to the last time he ever felt so satisfied in life. He moved Michonne's dreads out of her sweat-covered face and gently kissed her forehead.

"Any regrets?" He hoped that Michonne hadn't changed her mind about embarking on the next chapter of her life with him.

"I'm done having regrets."

"So when our shift is over, you'll be moving in right?"

Michonne looked up at him in confusion. "Rick, I think you can wait a little while longer until a certain someone else has left." She smiled, "Don't be rude."

"Yes sweetie."

"Sweetie?"

"You don't like 'sweetie,' how about 'sugar plums' or 'baby cakes' or…"

"Or none of the above and we need to get up and fixed our mess because Abraham is going to be knocking on that door in less than five minutes." Michonne started to get up and gather her clothes.

"That's kind of a long pet name," Rick said, sitting up and dodging his jacket that Michonne threw at him.

Rick put his underwear and pants back on and looked at his watch which now read 6:36. He looked over at Michonne who was making herself presentable again. He mused over what the future held for them. He mused over how he could get Jessie to move out quicker and he mused over what Carl's response will be.

Whatever happens, he thought as he button his shirt, losing Michonne will never be part of the equation.