Training Day Part 3

A/N: Sorry for the wait on this one; here we see Rick and Michonne finding reasons to be around each other more than they usually are.

The midday sun shone down on the residents of the Safe-Zone as they went about their daily duties; there was a slight breeze that offered a comfortable relief, even though the Virginian heat was not like the heat in Georgia. Rick and Michonne strolled along the community greeting people amicably as they passed.

"So, I saw you out there the other day," Rick said cryptically.

"Saw me where? What was I doing?" Michonne asked, needing him to be a little bit more specific than he was.

"If it was something unbecoming of a lady then I wholeheartedly deny it."

She added playfully causing Rick to chuckle a little. He really did enjoy their conversations as they revealed to him how clever, witty and articulate Michonne still was; something he had surmised she would have been before the world ended.

"When that small group of walkers came by you didn't have your sword, but you dispatched 'em pretty quickly and efficiently; you've gotten really good with that pistol. Is there anything you're not good at?" He asked with a grin, glancing sideways at her.

"Well, as a matter of fact there are a few things, but a super hero never gives away their weaknesses so that lesser beings can hold it against them." She replied good-humoredly.

Rick laughed at her joking. He thoroughly enjoyed the way that her face would light up when she was being spirited; he liked the way her eyes grew almost as bright as her pretty smile. A smile that he was seeing more and more of now that they had settled into the new community and did not have to scrounge for food and look over their shoulders every minute of every day.

"Alright, I get it. A lady's gotta have her secrets. But I gotta say, seriously, from what I've seen, you've gotten really good. I was gonna offer you some shooting lessons along with a few of the residents…" he said.

"Thanks, Rick." she responded sarcastically, as if he was implying that she could not look after herself if she did not have her sword in hand.

"No, not like that. I just thought, since you mainly use your sword, that you might be a little rusty," he replied quickly.

"Nice save," she laughed. "I think I'll be okay."

"Of course you will, what am I even talkin' about?" Rick replied, feeling oh-so-silly for broaching the subject with her.

He had enjoyed giving her lessons in apprehending someone; he had enjoyed it a little too much perhaps, he thought, as he recalled how firm yet soft her body felt under his touch. He just wanted to spend more time with her than he already was. Some shooting lessons would have been the perfect activity for that.

"Thanks anyways, Rick, for thinkin' of me. It's still a good idea to do lessons with some of the locals, I mean, damn; I'm afraid for their safety should anything go wrong here."

Rick nodded.

They walked on in silence as Michonne reprimanded herself for throwing Rick's offer back in his face. She realized it would have been nice to spend another 'training day' with him since she had absolutely and positively enjoyed their last lesson; maybe a little too much, she reasoned as she remembered how flustered she had become when Rick stood so close.

"Rick?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna learn how to use my sword properly?" Michonne asked with an excited smile; as if she had just had the best idea in the world.

"Really?" He asked with a grin of his own.

"Yeah, why not? Not much skill in swingin' a machete, but a katana; that's a different story." She said as if challenging him slightly.

"I mean, if you're not up to it, we don't have to…"

"No, no. I'm up to it. You just tell me when and where. I don't back down from a challenge." He said self-assuredly.

Michonne smiled, pleased that they would get to spend some more time together and pleased with herself for being able to, once again, draw Rick into doing something he may at first have been hesitant with doing.

xXxXx

Rick stepped out into the backyard of the home that he shared with Michonne. It was late afternoon and their shift had long since ended; Carl was at his friend's house and Judith was playing on a blanket on the ground oblivious to what the adults had planned. Rick, to Michonne's amusement, had changed into sweatpants and his trusty tight brown shirt that she secretly loved him in; he wore no shoes.

"Well, well," she started. "You look ready to get down to business."

She said grinning as she took in his appearance. She let her eyes wander slowly over Rick's form and he felt hot under her gaze.

"I'm probably dressed a little inappropriately for physical training compared to you. Where'd you even find that outfit?" Rick asked taking in her black and lavender-colored, skin-tight, elastane workout apparel and matching running shoes.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" She asked, pretending to be offended as she placed both hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side.

"From where I'm standin', absolutely nothin'." Rick said salaciously, as he shamelessly let his eyes roam over Michonne's body.

"You would be surprized at what you could find in some of these closets, Rick."

Michonne said as she turned and bent over to pick up their training tools; purposely giving Rick a good view of her round backside. He appreciated the gesture as he licked his lips.

"You might even be able to get an upgrade on that t-shirt." She joked causing him to laugh.

Michonne made her way over to where Rick was standing.

"Are you for real right now?" Rick asked dubiously as he looked at Michonne holding two makeshift swords in her hands.

"What? You don't graduate to the real thing until you show me you can handle a piece of wood." She said with a hint of flirting in her voice; fully aware of the double entendre that was not missed by Rick.

He shook his head and then gestured for her to hand the wooden sword over; Judith laughed at something and the adults turned their heads, remembering that they had an audience.

"Alright, then," said Rick. "Let's get started."

xXxXx

"How's this?" Rick asked as he tried to duplicate the position that Michonne had just shown him.

"Ah, widen your stance a little more…no, a little less…a lit…Rick, Rick; hold on, let me show you." She said a little frustrated that he was not doing it as she had instructed.

Michonne placed her wooden sword down to the grass and stepped behind Rick; she stood closer than she needed to and then proceeded to place her hands at his hips. Rick felt a tingling shoot through him at her touch and forgot for a moment that they were training.

"When you swing," she whispered in his ear, causing the hair to stand on his neck. "Remember to swivel from your hips and bend your knees."

Rick's breathing became deeper as Michonne used her hands to ease Rick into the necessary movement. She thought how easy it would have been for her to reach around and take hold of his manhood, but quickly forced the thought from her mind as he spoke.

"Is that better?" Rick asked, his voice slow and deep. He was finding it increasingly difficult to focus as he realized how close Michonne's hands were to his cock.

"Yep," she answered as she stepped back and let go of him. "Better."

xXxXx

"Come on! That ain't fair and you know it!" Rick called out as he and Michonne used the wooden implements in a sword sparring match.

"I'm a fuckin' beginner and you wanna pull those moves on me!" He said, half-jokingly.

She could not help but giggle at Rick as he went to retrieve the play sword that was knocked from his grasp by a skilful and swift action on Michonne's part.

"Aww, I didn't realize you were such a baby, Rick!" She teased. "I thought you were the only baby, Judy. Looks like I was wrong."

She said to Judith as she used the wooden object to lightly smack Rick's backside as he bent to pick up his weapon.

"Hey! Watch yourself, woman!" He replied.

"Or what?" She tormented, stepping away from him in a backwards motion.

"Or I'll see how tough you are without that stick." Rick said as he quickly made a dash towards Michonne in an effort to unarm her of her weapon.

She squealed and turned her back to Rick as he wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to try to force the sword from her grip. He laughed as she held it at arm's length and tried to wriggle free of his grip. He had her back pressed flush against his body and held her tightly as her giggling was causing her shortness of breath which in turn helped him to exert his strength over her.

She placed her hand over his to try to get him to loosen his grip; when that did not work, she backed into him closer, swept her foot behind his and tripped him. Rick did not let go of Michonne as they both fell to the ground, still laughing. Rick then grabbed the sword from her hand before she could find her bearings and held it above his head out of her reach. Michonne then shifted her position so that she was sitting on top of Rick and straddling him.

Both were struggling to catch their breath as Michonne looked down at Rick and saw the change in his expression; he was no longer laughing as a look of desire washed over him and he let go of the sword. He then brought one hand to Michonne's leg as he quickly flipped her over onto her back and positioned himself above her. She giggled and squealed once more, but noticed Rick was not being playful anymore; he let out a slight throaty growl. Michonne tried to steady her breathing while being enraptured by Rick's lust-filled gaze. He ran his hand up her thigh as he used his free hand to move her hair that had fallen over her face. Rick then leaned down and caught Michonne's mouth in a kiss.

Before she could process what was happening, Rick's eager tongue sought entrance at her mouth; Michonne obliged and then threaded her fingers through his hair as their lips and tongues clashed against one another. Michonne wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his arousal press against her own. His hands searched her body as he lifted the hem of her top and trailed his caress along her smooth, firm skin. She instinctively ground her hips causing just the right amount of friction against Rick's stiffness and elicited a glorious moan from him. Rick's hand travelled to the waistband of her pants when they heard the sound of voices coming from inside of the house.

Michonne sat up quickly and shifted her legs from Rick as she went about fixing her clothing back into place before standing. Rick uttered several swear words before adjusting himself so that his erection was not visible as he sat on the grass and glanced at Michonne.

"Dad! Michonne!" Called Carl. "Anyone home?"

Michonne, avoiding Rick's gaze, searched the immediate area for the wooden weapons as Carl and a couple of his friends stepped out into the backyard.

"Hey, what's goin' on?" Carl asked as he looked at Michonne and then his father.

"Just training," offered Michonne as she placed the weapons away and went to scoop Judith up from her spot on the blanket.

Rick rubbed the back of his thumb over his brow then placed his elbows back to his knees.

"What're you doin', son?" he asked, trying not to sound annoyed.

"Ah, nothin'. We were just gonna hang out over here for a while, if that's okay with you guys." Carl said, sensing that he had just interrupted something his father did not want to end.

"Of course it's okay." Michonne said as she picked up the blanket and draped it over one arm while holding Judith with the other.

"We'll just finish what we were doin' later, right Rick?" Michonne said as she peered back at Rick with a small hint of a smile on her face.

Rick nodded and then replied:

"Oh yeah, we'll definitely finish this later."

A/N: More to come!