Warning: LEMONS.

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They have a meeting in the library of the prison. Daryl, Hershel, Glenn, Maggie, Rick and Michonne were all there, and the tank sat in the middle of the table. Though after the first few minutes Hershel threw a cloth over it.

They discussed how it was obviously the work of the Governor. The fact that it was a direct message meant for Michonne was only touched upon. Her silence from where she stood in the corner, removed from the conversation, concerned Rick. He could only imagine the things brewing inside that head right now and knew that none of them were good.

"If he sees me leave now, he'll follow." She says at last, after a silence had fallen over the group. Then she looks directly at Rick, "He wants me more than he wants you."

He stares back at her and shakes his head. No.

She looks to the group, "We have to assume he's working on his own, so I might be able to give you guys a few days. Enough for you to make a run and fortify-"

Rick cuts her off. "You can't possibly believe he would abandon the prison just for you?" This came out harsher than he had intended it, but his stomach was tight because of the candid way in which she spoke of leaving. Like it was decided. "He's coming regardless. You're safer here." The others nodded.

She shakes her head, "But if he knows I am out there on my own he will target me, which means he will be away from here. That would give you time to make a run for more weapons. There's still that department store up North, with the hunting section, you could make that." She says this last part to Daryl, and he nods.

"This is ridiculous," Rick almost shouts, "We could make that run with you here, it's only a few miles."

"Not if the Governor is outside waiting, what if he's found some new recruits?" She directs her attention again to the rest of the group, "You all know I'm right." And with that she turns and leaves the room.

Rick makes to stand from his chair and follow her, but Hershel steps in front of him. "Rick, I know you don't want to hear it, but Michonne might be right. We're short on ammo; we couldn't survive a gun fight like we had last time." He sighs, "I know you… care for her. We all do. But she might be the only person who could draw the Governor off."

Rick can't listen to this. The whole room is staring at him. He storms off.

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She's not in her cell, and he sees that she's already packed her rucksack. A wave of dread runs through him and he sprints to where the cars are kept, afraid she had just gone and left him without a word again. With a huge sigh of relief he saw that all the cars were parked and present. He stares around; racking his mind for where she might have gone. His eyes catch sight of the guard tower where they had taken to sharing their shifts.

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He walks in without knocking, but she doesn't look up from where she sits on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"You're an idiot if you leave." This was a mean thing to say, and he knew it. He didn't like the way it felt coming off his tongue, but he felt like it was the truth.

She sniffs. "Yeah, maybe. And maybe I stay and the Governor shows up, kills Carl and you just to get to me. I'm fucked either way."

It was making Rick angry to hear her talk like this, "I'm not just going to give you to him!"

"Why?!" She shouts at him, "You've done it before!"

This hurts him. She never brings up the fact that he had given her to Merle to bring to the Governor. He had half-hoped she never would.

Michonne angrily wipes at her face, and Rick sees that tears have spilled out of her dark and shining eyes. "I shouldn't be here, anyway. I don't belong with you people, I never have. I'm leaving tomorrow."

Rick's heart skips. He takes the few steps forward and kneels down directly in front of her. "No." He says.

She looks right at him, "Yes."

"You're not leaving." This wasn't a question.

"We both know it's more dangerous for everyone with me here." She leans forward and looks straight into his eyes. Rick feels an electric pulse run between them. He can feel her breath on his face. "I'll get you killed," She says. "I can't stay here."

Her face is so determined that it terrifies him. He sees in his minds eye her leaving, walking out the gates of the prison, her sword at her back, and not turning to see him watch her go. He would never see her again, he knew it.

She is about to speak, to argue, but he slams his palm against the hard concrete wall behind her head. "You are not leaving me!" He balls his hand into a fist and presses it so hard against the wall that his knuckles turn white. "I won't let you."

He is so close to her face now. She blinks but doesn't look away from his eyes. They stare at each other and Rick starts to breathe more heavily. He notices, without taking his eyes from hers, that her chest is rising and falling quickly, too.

She gives a small, weak sound of protest. "I have to."

And with that, he does the only thing that he can think of, the thing he has been thinking of for weeks now. He closes the space between them and kisses her full on the lips. Heat floods his face and chest and he puts both his hands on either sides of her face, feeling that her dark cheeks are flushed too. It takes only seconds for her to return the kiss and she does so, almost tentatively at first. He opens his mouth wide over hers, his tongue creeping out to touch hers. At this she responds with enthusiasm, raising one hand to grip the back of his neck, the other pressing hard against his back to bring his body closer to hers.

This is all the permission Rick needs. His left hand stays planted on her cheek, the other wanders down her neck, quickly grazing her breast, before griping her hip tightly. His lips follow the trail and he roughly kisses the length of her neck to her collarbone, before her full lips catch his again.

He shifts his position so that he is arched over her, him still on his knees. She accommodates this by moving under him, both hands now gripping his back, as she lies down. Rick immediately covers her with his body and their kiss becomes more heated.

One of his hands still holds the side of her face, pulling her closer to him; the other hand is flat against the concrete floor and is bearing most of his weight.

A breathless moan escapes her lips and Rick moans too. Fuck. He was so hard against his jeans it almost hurt. As they kiss one of her hands creeps up his shirt and she softly rubs his chest, her fingers curling around the hair there. The hand slowly, agonizingly, moves downward past his navel and catches at his belt.

They break apart and look at each other questioningly. Rick swallows hard, trying to catch his breath. He didn't want to stop, didn't think he could, but he had to look at Michonne to see her expression. Her face mirrors what he thinks his must look like; flushed and expectant. She swallows too, and then moves her hand under his pants, reaching deep. Rick's head falls into the crook of her neck as her soft hand wraps around his throbbing dick, and she inhales sharply at the feel of it. He has to tell himself to hold it together and not come right there.

He raises his head and looks at her again. Without words, he asks if she's sure. Michonne nods and licks her lips. Rick inhales and then sits up on his knees and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes light up and she quickly fumbles with his belt and zipper as she kicks off her boots. He rips his shirt over his head and grabs at the hem of her tank top. She squirms underneath him in an attempt to help get it off, the friction nearly pushing him over the edge. She wears a black sports bra underneath, and his eyes are drawn to her tight stomach. Fuck, she was perfect. Rick can't believe this is finally happening. So many times he had imagined this exact moment. In the more recent weeks, when they had really become closer to each other, he would think that she had imagined the same moments.

Rick leans down and trails tantalizing kisses from her collarbone, over the bra, and down her stomach. He tongues the skin just above the hem of her jeans before using one hand to undo them, the other cupping her firm breast and squeezing. He would have liked to have spent more time undressing her, but he could feel her anticipation and hunger for him, which he felt too. She raises her arms above her head as he pulls the sports bra off of her.

Her breasts were dark and perfect just like the rest of her, and Rick stared at her chest for a few long seconds before she leaned forward, grabbed his neck, and kissed him again. He lies on top of her, both hands bracing himself on either side of her head, and kisses her neck. He feels her hands on his hips, trying to push his pants and boxers down. Rick chuckles softly in her ear and reaches down to her own pants, quickly starting to pull at them too. Again, he kisses his way down her now bare torso and then places one tender kiss on the spot just below her navel, and then he grabs either side of her pants and pulls them down.

Michonne arches her back to allow Rick to pull them off her hips, and he snakes them down her legs before pulling them clean off and throwing them to the side. He just stares at her before him and breathes deeply, absorbing the scene. Every inch of her chocolate brown skin was exposed to him now; her ample lips, her small round breasts, the small patch of hair between her thighs.

She props herself up on her elbows and watches him watch her, obviously confident in her body. This sight made him want her so badly, he wasn't even sure how he had waited this long. He covers her naked body with his own and plants his lips onto her, kissing her ferociously. Michonne grabs at his jeans and pulls them roughly down, she then wraps her legs around his waist and uses her feet the push them past his knees.

Michonne grabs him by his hair and pulls his head back, angrily kissing at his exposed neck. He grabs one of her wrists and pins it behind her head, then finds her lips with his own again. One of her feet travels up and down the length of his leg as he puts his other hand between them to grab his cock. Rick looks at Michonne, who looks back and him expectantly and then smiles, her bare chest heaving. Rick smiles back, aligns himself with her, and thrusts in.

She gasps and wraps herself around him as he enters her fully, and he grunts at the warm feel of her. It had been so long, so long for him, that he had forgotten what this felt like. He moves slowly in her at first, one elbow resting by her head, bearing his weight, and the other hand snakes through her thick hair to grip her scalp. He brings her face to his as he kisses her again, thrusting in as he does it.

Rick quickly finds a rhythm. It is slow at first, but as Michonne claws red trails down his back he quickens his pace. He begins to thrust harder and deeper, loving the expression on Michonne's face when he did this. It wasn't pained, but her eyes were closed tight and she bit her lip to keep quiet. He wasn't doing so well on this front. With every thrust he would give a small grunt or moan, and her hard nails at his back weren't helping, though he wouldn't have told her to stop if his life depended on it.

Her thighs were wrapped tight around him, bringing her bent knees so high that they were nearly level with his shoulders. This allows for an even deeper entrance. Rick grabs one of her thighs and grips it hard, hard enough to bruise, and thrusts into her again and again. She lets out a quick moan and Rick moves his left hand to cup her cheek, and rubs his thumb along her swollen lips. She quickly takes it between her teeth and bites, not too hard, but just hard enough to keep her from moaning again.

This sight was pushing him over the edge. He could feel his quick release building inside him, and there was no point trying to stave it off for a few more seconds. He moves his hand from her upper thigh over to her wet clit, and starts rubbing. Immediately the grip of her legs tightened around him and she bit harder on his thumb. Michonne's hands travel up his back, one grabbing the back of his neck, the other tangling in his hair. She pulls him down towards her and their noses touch every time he thrusts forward. He can feel her hot, uneven breath on his face as she moans with every hard movement, and Rick thinks that he will never tire of that sound.

He feels her walls tighten around him and he knows she is at her release. Michonne gasps his name. Rick comes inside her with one final thrust and groan, and then goes limp overtop of her. Their chests heave as they work to catch their breaths, and he rests his forehead in the crook of her neck as he feels her breasts rise and fall under him. Her legs still encircle him and he doesn't want her to move them.

Still inside of her, he raises his head and grabs her face and looks deep into her eyes, his thumb tracing the line from her cheek to her lips. She puts both her hands on either side of his face, touching so softly that it almost tickled. They stare at each other, both breathing heavily.

"Please," He pants, "Please don't leave me."

She doesn't say anything; she just pulls Rick down towards her and kisses him.

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Hope everyone enjoys this as much as Richonne did