Chapter 3:

The following day Michonne was determined to get rid of the boxes that were cluttering her home. She was a fairly organized person so the mess in her living room was not pleasing her. She had soft 90's R&B playing in the background and held her coffee mug in one hand as she opened boxes with the other. She was still in her pajamas, a black short sleeve oversize t-shirt that wore as a dress on her along with pajama shorts that you barely saw due to the length of her shirt and her locs were down. She sighed when she heard a knock on her door and knew it only had to be one person.

She walked over to the door and opened it, a hand on her hip and a frown on her face. "What do you want?" She asked.

Rick smirked at her, looking her up and down. His eyes lingered on her legs for a moment and then finally met her eyes. "Whatcha up to neighbor?"

"Unpacking. What do you want?" She asked again, dryly.

"Need some help?"

"No."

There was a pause as Rick leaned against her doorway. They were both stubborn and she knew that if she didn't let him in he would just stay on her porch especially since he wasn't working and his kid wasn't home. She also knew that he was more likely to go looking for a fight when he was out of her sights and despite her assertion that she and Rick were not friends she didn't want him fighting anymore. She sighed and turned back into her house, leaving the door open so he can follow behind her, knowing that there was probably a cocky smirk on his face.

"Open boxes. Read the labels on them. And be quiet. I want to hear my music." Said Michonne, firmly.

Rick shrugged as he began to open boxes, "Yes boss."

They stayed in silence for several minutes as they opened boxes. The song "I like the Way (The Kissing Game)" by Hi-Five began to play. Rick grinned widely and looked up at her. This song had played at their high school prom and Rick remembered that night like it was yesterday. He had spent the night with Michonne, as they were each other's date, and this was one of the songs they had danced to.

"You 'member this song?" He asked her.

Michonne sighed and looked up at him, of course she had remembered it. "Yes Rick."

"Wanna recreate the moment?" He asked with a smirk as he walked over to her.

"No." She said firmly. "Why would I want to recreate the memory of you stepping all over my feet?"

Rick chuckled a bit, "Now you know I wasn't that bad."

"Oh but you were." She said with a smirk.

"Wanna see if I improved?" He asked, still moving closer to her. He stopped about a foot in front of her.

Michonne glared up at him but didn't move back, "A lot has changed in ten years but I doubt your dancing is one of them."

Rick smirked and leaned into her, remaining planted in front of her. "I likeeee the wayyyyy you kiss me when we're playing the kissing game" He roughly sang into her ear.

Michonne laughed lightly, it was what felt like her first genuine laugh in a long time. She smiled at him and stepped back, "Get back to work Grimes."

Rick smirked, but stepped back from her walking back over to his side of the room. He saw one box that was unlabeled and he lightly kicked it in order to get her attention. "This one ain't got a label girl."

Michonne peered over him, swallowing when she saw the box. It was the only box that was unlabeled and there was a reason for that. She couldn't remember where she had placed it and hoped that was in one of her boxes that were in her bedroom. But that clearly wasn't the case. She walked over to him and picked up the box, bringing it up to the top of her stairs.

"What's in it?" Rick asked, calling up to her.

"Nothing." She said quietly yet firmly.

"Why are you being so damn protective over a box?" He asked, a bit annoyed and confused.

"If it's just a damn box, why can't you just leave it the fuck alone?" She asked, her voice beginning to get rougher as she went back down the stairs.

"Why are you lying?" He asked, his weight now shifted to one leg as he squinted at her.

"Why can't you just shut the fuck up Rick? Leave it the fuck alone. We aren't going to talk about it. Today was going fine and then you show up here on my porch. Why? So we can be friends again? I'm not the same girl who danced with you at prom and I don't want to be. I just wanted to come home but you're here forcing yourself in my life. Why? What do you want from me?" She asked, bitterly as she glared at him.

There were several minutes of silence between them as they stared intently at each other. She was clearly angry and it was hard for Rick to understand why. Whatever this box held was something of importance to her but she also wasn't willing to share it with him. "Sorry," Rick said breaking the silence between them. "...I missed you." He said for the second time in the span of two days.

Michonne sighed, taking a seat on her staircase. "Yeah you're showing it real well Rick."

Rick walked over to her but kept a distance in between them. "Why'd you leave?"

"I have the same reason that I had ten years ago Rick. This town is too small. I wanted to see what else the world had to offer. I didn't see a future here for me." She said with a slight shrug, listing off her reasons that for her seemed simple.

"But I was here." There was a bit of hurt in his voice and Michonne recognized it.

"Rick…" Said Michonne quietly but with firmness still in her voice. "My world didn't revolve around you. My world still doesn't revolve around you. I wanted to meet new people. Learn new things. I wanted to see if I can become a better person."

"And did you?" He asked.

Michonne chuckled dryly, "don't act like you don't already know the answer."

There was a still in the room as both of their eyes pointed to the floor. Finally, Michonne looked up at him "I missed you too Rick. But I was hard headed. And then when I finally wanted to call I thought it had been too long of wait for a sorry to mean anything."

Rick smiled softly his eyes still on the floor as she spoke, he looked up at her "that was sweet girl."

"Oh god," muttered Michonne rolling her eyes as she got up. "Can we get back to work now there's only a few boxes left."

Rick chuckled at her annoyance, "You're bossy."

"Yeah well some things don't change." She said with a bit of a smirk.

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A few hours later

Michonne and Rick were now finally done unpacking all of the many boxes and now they were sitting back on her couch.

"I'm hungry." Announced Rick.

"You got a fridge at home don't you?" Asked Michonne dryly.

Rick smirked, "I was thinking maybe we can get something to eat together? That pizza place we use to go to is still here."

"I paid for the meal last time I'm not doing it again." Said Michonne as she glanced over at him.

"I didn't ask you to do that."

"You're either gonna pay for my slice of pizza or you're gonna eat by your damn self Grimes." Said Michonne as she folded her arms over her chest.

"...Go put on some real clothes and let's go."

"You paying?"

Rick sent a glare over to Michonne and she laughed lightly. "Alright calm down Rocky, I'm gonna get dressed." She said as she got up and began walking towards her stairs.

After what felt like forever to Rick his stomach growled loudly, "Hurry up!" He called up the stairs. He heard a loud sigh and then a few soft steps.

"Do me a favor. Stop shouting in my home." Michonne said as she began to walk down the stairs, she was wearing a dark denim pencil skirt with a white tank top tucked into it and black strappy ballet flats. Her hair was up in a high bun and it looked like she had put a little makeup on.

Rick paused, taking her in. "...that's what you wear to get pizza?"

Michonne rolled her eyes as she made her way down the stairs. "You know in New York people don't walk around looking like hobos."

"So I look like a hobo?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as they walked towards the door together.

"If the shoe fits." Said Michonne with a smirk and a shrug.

Michonne was now a few steps in front of Rick and his eyes slowly went down her body, stopping on her ass. "That outfit looks good on you…" He said with a smirk.

Michonne stopped and turned back to him, glaring. "Walk in front Rick."

"What did I do?" He asked feigning innocence.

"In. Front." Said Michonne firmly.

Rick chuckled lightly and moved in front of her. "No looking at my ass back there." He said, wagging a finger at her.

"Trust me you don't have to worry about that." Michonne said, even though he couldn't see her there was a smirk on her face.

"It still smells the same in here." Said Michonne her nose scrunched up as she and Rick entered the pizza place and walked over to the counter, eyeing the pizzas in the windows.

"Nothing like Kings County pizza," said Rick with a sarcastic grin on his face. It was no secret that the pizza here wasn't that good but it was the only pizza place in town so the people of Kings County dealt with it.

Michonne sighed, "I miss New York pizza. Get me pepperoni." She said as she turned away and grabbed a table that was over in the corner.

As Rick ordered Michonne heard the usual murmurs that seem to surround them but she had learn to ignore them pretty well. Unless they were right in front of her.

A man around mid-30s, who may or may not have gone to high school with them (Michonne couldn't remember), sauntered over to her his friends watching a few tables away with small smirks on their faces.

"Michonne right?" Asked the man. Michonne looked up at him and glared, but said nothing.

The man let out a small smile at her silence, "its Chris 'member? We went to King High together."

"You and everyone else in this town." She said as she folded her arms over her chest. She glanced over to Rick for a brief second and his eyes were on them but he stayed where he was.

Chris chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, just like everyone else here. How was New York? That's where you went right?"

Michonne rolled her eyes, clearly he knew the answers to his questions so why he was bothering to ask she couldn't understand. "What do you want?" She said in return.

Chris raised an eyebrow at her, "well...I guess what they're saying is true. New York made you a little feisty, huh?" He had a smirk on his face and his tone was creepy and flirty.

Michonne smirked and leaned in, "Fuck. Off. You redneck piece of shit."

Chris chuckled, clearly not taking her words or demeanor seriously. "You know in high school I always wanted to ask you something...just how tight were you when you rode Rick's dic-"

Suddenly the man dropped to the floor. Michonne glanced over, confusion on her face as she saw that it was Rick that had caused the man to drop in the way he did. Now Rick was dropped to his knees straddling the man as he punched him repeatedly. Michonne saw his knuckles began to get bloody and she couldn't tell if it was his blood or Chris's.

"Rick." She said gently, stopping him from punching the man once again. He looked up at her worry, anger, and sadness in his eyes.

"That's enough." She said with a slight nod as she got up from her seat. She held out a hand for him to help up from his knees and he took it, his hand slightly shaking as he did so.

She gave him a small smile and led him back to the pizza counter. A young boy, not older than 16 stood behind the counter with his mouth open. "We're gonna need that to go." She said with a slight smile.

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A few moments later

Rick was now back in Michonne's home. They were in her kitchen, him standing and her sitting on her kitchen island. His hands were still covered in now dried blood as they sat in silence and ate their pizza.

"This pizza is horrible." Said Michonne breaking the silence as she slid off the island and went to wash her hands. "Do you still like the crust?" She asked, when she didn't hear a response she turned off her faucet and turned to him. He shook his head no but stayed silent. She shrugged and went to throw out the remaining crust of her pizza as she did so she noticed that Rick still hadn't touched his food. "Oh come on, it's not that bad." She said, stopping in front of him.

Rick looked up at her and put his pizza on the counter, sighing as he did so. "Why are you doing this?"

Her brow furrowed at his words. She turned away and walked past him. She grabbed a rag, dampen it and brought it back to him. "Give me your hand." She said, softly. He squinted at her but after a few seconds he relented and put his hand in hers as she gently cleaned off the now dried blood off his knuckles.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked again.

Michonne sighed, looking down as she gently cleaned his knuckles. "You were in a fight with some asshole and the only reason the fight started was because I was there, so I'm cleaning you up."

"He's a son of a bitch who I would've ended up fighting anyway. Whether you were there or not." Said Rick.

"Yeah, whatever Rocky." She looked up at him and gave him a small smile. She gently dropped his hand and walked away again. She grabbed some ice from her freezer and placed it into a zip lock bag. She walked back over to him and took his hand again, placing the ice on top of it.

"I don't need ice." Rick said even though he didn't move his hand from hers.

"Yes you do." Said Michonne as she held the ice on his hand.

"...What else did he say to you?" He asked

"It's just gonna make you mad Rick."

"Tell me."

Michonne sighed and looked up at him, clearly he was a glutton for punishment but she decided to tell him anyway. "He was just being dumb. I think his friends put him up to it. He was being flirty I told him to fuck off. I think you heard the last part."

Rick sighed, "what if you were alone?" There was worry in his voice and Michonne responded to it with a small smile.

"Nothing would have happened Rick. I'm not a weak girl. I know how to defend myself if something could've happened. But nothing would of." There was a moment of silence between them. "Thank you." She said softly.

"For what?" He asked.

"I don't need defending Rick. But thank you for doing so, he needed to get his ass kicked." She smiled gently at him and there was another comfortable silence with them.

"So you my friend now?" Asked Rick with a smirk.

Michonne laughed lightly, "Wouldn't you like that?" She asked with a smile. She began to turn away from him as the ice had quickly melted and she was going to grab some more. Before she can walk away Rick grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him.

"Rick." She said softly but she didn't pull away from him. He felt one of his hands around her waist and the other go up her back, lightly grazing her locs that were now down since they had come home. He rubbed his nose against her neck, inhaling her scent.

"I missed you." He said again, softly against her neck.

"You're annoying." Said Michonne softly. Despite her words she didn't move and she could feel her heart racing as he pressed against her.

"Mm…" He said against her neck. He gently kissed her neck and he swore he could physically feel her melt against him. He trailed up her neck to her jaw, stopping right before her lips. "Do you want this?" He asked, glancing down at her lips and then up to her eyes.

"If I didn't don't you think I would have stopped you already?" She asked, smirking a bit.

He smiled against her lips and kissed her deeply, slowly dipping his tongue on her mouth. He felt her arms wrap around his neck as they were previously just laying on her side and he smiled at this. He gently lifted her and placed her on the kitchen island behind them all while continuing their kiss.

Michonne's hand ran down the front of his shirt and stopped when she got to the bottom of it slipping her hand underneath his shirt, grazing his bare chest. They pulled away for a second so he can pull of her shirt after doing so he unhooked her bra. He paused for a moment and took in her half naked body.

"Stop acting like you've never seen a girl naked Grimes." Said Michonne playfully with a smirk.

He grinned at her and then deeply kissed her again. He pulled away and kissed down her neck again now going down to her breast alternating between kisses and gentle nibbles.

Michonne smiled at his kisses, her eyes closed and she played with his shirt more aggressively now. Rick pulled away and smirked up at her, taking his shirt off. He moved back to her and pulled her skirt up with one swift movement, he once again started with his kisses but now he was trailing up her thighs. He could feel a shaky breathe come out of Michonne as he did so and he smirked against her skin.

He gently opened up her legs a bit more as he slid her black underwear over to the side. He glanced up at her and she had her eyes closed and head back. He grinned widely at this sight and then leaned in to gently suck on her womanhood. Michonne gasped at his contact and he took this is a cue to continue. After a few moments of this he slipped one finger into her and she gasped again and mumbled something incoherent.

He smiled and moved his face back up to her while slowly thrusting his finger in her. "Rick…" Quietly said Michonne his name coming out as a bit of a whimper. He smiled at the way she said his name and leaned in kissing her rougher than before. He quicken his pace inside her and she began to moan into his mouth as they kissed. He could feel slight shakes from Michonne as he continued and after a few seconds she pulled away from his kiss. "Oh my god…" She said under her breathe as her breathing began to quicken. Rick felt her tighten and release as she came around his finger. He smiled and slipped his finger out of her.

"Wow who knew Rocky had some other skills going on." Said Michonne with a sheepish smile on her face as her breathe returned to her normal place.

Rick roughly pulled her closer to him with a grin and she began to unbuckle his pants. "Is that my new nickname now?"

"Mhm" she said now distracted with pulling down his pants and she smirked when she saw that his boxer briefs were black like her underwear. She pulled them down and scooted closer to him and opened her legs to him.

Rick took her legs opening as his cue and he slowly slid his manhood into her, hearing that gasp from her again. He wrapped his arms around his waist and laid his head into the crook of her neck as he thrusted into her.

"Shit…" Michonne said quietly. Her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. She wrapped one arm around Rick's neck and gripped his arm with the other, digging her nails into him.

Rick quicken his pace feeling as though he would be finished soon and he was urging her to do the same. "Come for me…" He mumbled against her neck and smirked when he could tell that she was close as she digged her nails into his arm some more.

"Rick…" Said Michonne, moaning softly again. He felt her tighten again and he groaned softly feeling himself begin to release himself at the same time as she did. Their breathing was quicken and as they finished they stayed in their current positions as if they were glued together.

After several moments and the breathing in the room has quieted Rick pulled away from her.

"This wasn't my intention when I got a kitchen with an island you know."

Rick chuckled lightly, "what else are you supposed to do with it?" He asked as he pulled up his boxer briefs.

"Nothing now that we just fucked on it." Michonne said as she finally slid off her island, pulling her skirt back down and grabbing Rick's shirt and slipping it on. She turned to him and put her hand on her hip, "I hope you don't think we're dating now."

Rick smirked of course he thought to himself. "Are we at least friends now?" He asked.

Michonne smirked as she began to exit the kitchen, she lightly waved her hand to indicate that he should follow her and he did. "Acquaintances at best and that's when you're not annoying me." She said with a small smile as they began to walk up her stairs.

"We going for round 2?" Asked a widely grinning Rick.

Michonne paused and turned to him on the stairs, "actually Rocky I'm going to sleep and I was gonna let you sleep in my bed being that we just did it in my kitchen. But if you keep it up with your commentary there is a porch swing with your name on it." She said with a tight smile as she turned back away from him and continued up the stairs.

Rick grinned widely at her comments but stayed quiet as they entered her room. He went to her bed and laid down as he watched her night time routine, she slipped off her skirt and wiped her makeup off, she ran an unidentifiable oil through her hair and finally she put her hair up into a messy bun and wrapped a silk scarf around her hairline. She turned around to him after doing all this and sighed when she saw him watching her, "stop being a creep Rocky." She said with a smirk as she slipped into bed.

"How long you gonna hold onto this Rocky name?" Asked Rick.

"Forever." Michonne said with a small shrug as she turned to her side, her knees bent. "If you cuddle with me I'm elbowing you in your ribs."

Rick chuckled lightly, he peered at her from the side noting how her eyes were beginning to close. "Whatever you say boss...goodnight."

Michonne smiled softly her eyes still closed, she reached out to touch him on his chest. "Night Rocky."

Rick smiled at his new nickname and closed his eyes. He had a lot of restless nights in Kings County in the past 2 years but now he was sure tonight was going to be different.

A/N: Okay this chapter was hella long lol. I was thinking of splitting it but I feel like it works better as one. Please don't think that just cause they had sex that now all of their problems are solved, they both still have issues to work through so the angst will continue! Next week I'll be computer less for vacation but hope to have the next update up by next saturday! Thank you for the follows/faves/reviews and please continue to let me know what you think! :)