I do not condone cheating. But on a side note, I'm having major difficulty writing this story. I think it will be finished in the next two chapters. I think I'm more of an emotional, in depth writer (like my previous story - Undiluted therapy). But it's okay, I have a new idea for Richonne and I really am excited to write it. A/N!

"Negan is coming tomorrow Rick."

"So is Lori."

They had been in limbo for a week. Guilt had ridden along with their hands up each other's thighs and ached whenever they met at each other's centres.
But neither of them could stop. The taste of the other's skin was something intoxicating, made the room spin, made them chase orgasms they thought were impossible and ride them until the vibrations stopped in their legs.

"You can't look at me like that." Michonne finished her yogurt and leaned back into the kitchen chair, surveying him, trying not to curl into herself as his eyes undressed her and made her want to twirl locs around her finger.
Some twisted part of her like the control she had over him.

Liked the way she could sneak looks at him while Shane, Sasha and Andrea flooded the kitchen complaining about course work or assessment and would never not catch his eyes.
Those blue orbs looked at her and wanted her like she was something more, something great. Something to desire and eat – and he did, the way he made her wrap her legs around his neck.

"Like what?" Rick alluded, almost smirking.

He liked to cross his arms, never missing the way her eyes glazed over them. Michonne had mentioned it one night as they kissed heavily and brimming with regret, 'I love your hands' she had kissed them then, looking up as she slid down his body, 'I love how they grab me'.
It had filled his head for the days that followed, where they pranced around each other like accidents waiting to happen.
But they weren't accidents.
They were choices and they were wrong.
And both of them found themselves numbing down the thoughts that reminded them of how wrong it was. And they dumbed down the thoughts that validated their actions.

The only emotions they balanced were ecstasy on the nights they lay together and guilt the following few days.

"You know."

The seriousness of her tone and the ever-changing atmosphere was something Rick had gotten used to since this began. He understood it, the fight she had within her to do something like this.
Admittedly, he knew how to leave the situation, to break up with Lori and find his way into Michonne's room with no guilt attached to him.

But in the day time, his mind would be consumed by thoughts of Michonne and only in the silence of the night would he find his morale.

"I'm going to bed." Michonne stood up, picking up her empty yogurt pot and spoon. Her swift exit was stopped by Rick, who's lean build stood too close to her and made her hot in places she was still ashamed of.
"Do you love Negan?" Rick dared to ask, the cool of his breath finding her cheek as he leaned closer to her ears.
"Do you love Lori?"

Rick gulped down the truth for fear of what it would carry in the universe.

"How does Negan make you feel?"

Michonne hated how close he was, how there was a soft tremble down her right arm that had appeared when he rested his head on her shoulder. The thought of how close his lips were to her neck made their hearts race.

"How does Lori make you feel?"

Her throat was dry.

"You keep avoiding my question." Rick withdrew his body with frustration. A nagging frustration that formed in him when he saw the biting of her lip, the only irritation that she expressed. The hurt of embarrassment and confusion found him then, made him step back and turn away from her and walking out of the kitchen door.

The first thing that Michonne noticed upon seeing Negan was his dishevelled hair and red eyes, like he hadn't slept, like something was wrong.
And her heart almost skipped when he picked her up and swirled her around, but it didn't because Rick stood close by waiting for Lori to turn up.
She could swear there was a flicker of tension in his jaw.

But Michonne closed her eyes as Negan's lips found hers and attempted to find familiarity within it.

Maybe it was her own guilt that let her kiss him so easily.

And maybe it was the thought of it hurting Rick that made her cut it short.

"It's so nice to see you, Mich," Negan's dark eyes sparkled. "I'm sorry." The confident smile that followed made her somewhat uneasy. But who was she to have such a feeling? "Hey Rick." Negan turned beside them to stick out a hand to him.

The tension that rose in Michonne's chest made her ribs ache with pressure. Rick was unreadable to her, and that hadn't happened before.
After he had left the kitchen last night, she had drunk a long drink of water before knocking on his door, a soft rap that no one could have heard but him. And yet he didn't answer. And they hadn't spoken in the morning or coming down the stairs and it hurt in the throbs of her heart.

But then his sloppy smile broke as he shook his hand, going into small general chatter, although he didn't want to. Although Rick wanted to shake Negan and tell him to leave her, to stop leeching onto her and let her grow.
He hated the air of cocky attitude that followed Negan and felt like an edgy comment was always on the tip of his tongue.

But then Lori arrived, looking perfectly put together like always. Her hair straight, her lips pink and her big eyes innocent. She kissed him simply, less passionately that Michonne did in the nights where they found each other restless.

And maybe that memory was why he stopped the kiss so quickly.

"You know what, how 'bout we go grab a quick lunch after we put our bags down?" Negan suggested as they walked up the stairs.
The string that bound Rick and Michonne together drew tight, pulling the awkward tension with it.
Rick's mouth was dry.
Their eyes finally found each other's as Negan and Lori waited, unaware of the unspoken grief between them.

Rick didn't want the apology that sat in her eyes. He didn't want to give Negan the satisfaction of her. And he wanted to wrap his arms around her, to feel the warmth of her back like he had at 4am and to hear her gasp at the feeling of his lips on her neck.
But, gathering all the common sense in him, he smiled.

"Sure."

"So Rick when was the last time you went to visit Lori?" Negan looked at him expectantly, the soft smirk on his face sickening.
"Why'd you ask?" Rick hated how his body reacted to Negan, his chest puffed, his eyes cut, his muscles flexed in preparation for battle.
"Because you and Michonne," queue the deer in headlights look as Rick and Michonne's eyes meet, their palms beginning to sweat. "Never seem to visit us, how comes?"

The breath Michonne released came short before the slap she playfully placed on his shoulder. "Some of us don't have the funds to run up and down, isn't that right Rick?" Her warm smile almost thawed all the annoyance Rick had towards her.
"I don't think you can talk for Rick with all due respect Michonne." Lori sipped her milkshake and gave her a fake smile. "I want to know his reason myself."

Blue eyes cut brown and Rick sighed, running his hands through his hair. The expression he wore reminding Michonne of his face just before an orgasm, a slight look of pain that triggered her to move her hips faster and clench down on him.
As she sat across from him, her bare legs dipped forward and her foot tapped his, amusing him and trying to take him away from the situation.
The smile on his face in response confused Lori who sat beside him, "Well Rick?"

"Lori, everyone is having a good time, there's no reason to get serious."
The sudden clap of Negan's hands made everyone jump at the table, and they followed his eyes to the waitress who placed down their food. "Thank you," he winked, "You came at the right time." The joke fell flat with the waitress who simply smiled and left.

Awkwardness stomped in the atmosphere and every time Negan opened his mouth to make a joke the response was short and bitter, like Lori wasn't content with everything, the rasp in her laugh tiresome. Eventually, everyone could breathe when she decided to use the toilet. And both Rick and Michonne could breathe when Negan soon followed her.

"You keep playing footsie with me Michonne, stop." Rick hissed with no passion behind it, because he loved it. Hated the sick feeling that crept into his throat when he looked at the scenario surrounding them. The two people that sat beside them unaware of what was going on. How every look in each other's eyes was a mutual secret, a tease that made him remember how she tasted and how good it was.

"Lori doesn't like me." Michonne stated.

"She shouldn't."

"Why?"

"Because you make me feel things she doesn't make me feel anymore."

There it was, the heart racing feeling again as she watched his lips. Those lips had found her sensitivity and drunk her honey when she moaned his name and saw stars.

"Like what?"

"I just had the longest conversation with some cool guy at the urinal!" Negan returned to the table aiming directly at Rick for a hi-five.

"Why are you awake Michonne?"

It was 1am and Michonne had slithered her way to the kitchen. Most of the night had been spent reassuring Negan that he didn't have to make love to her so soon, that they could take their time to rebuild themselves. He had only given up after he received a handjob, then slept peacefully as she tossed and turned, thinking over Rick's comment.

She watched him as he leaned against the sink, his jaw tense and his eyes heavy with something. The stubble of his beard was growing in, making him look mysterious and beautiful. She had always commented on that, loved how rough it felt between her thighs.

"The truth?" Michonne bartered, watching the way his body responded to her teasing. "I was thinking of you." The timid part of her came out at that moment, not allowing her to look into his eyes as she walked towards him. "You're making me a mess and it's frustrating, it's confusing."

He didn't speak as she rested her body beside his at the sink. "Negan makes me feel something, old and familiar… but tiring. Like he has an old me. And you… have a new me, that's unafraid, that orgasms, that flirts underneath a table even though it's unethical." The scrunching of her eyebrows made Rick want to kiss her and stirred the hardness between his legs.

"You make me feel love." It was almost a whisper that Michonne didn't catch. But she did. And it branded her with guilt and awe that flowed in waves as they kissed and walked to the hide beside the cover of the refrigerator, where Rick put one of her legs over his shoulder and ate her until she came repeating his name and her mouth found him and his finishing.

Rick: We need to leave them Michonne. I can't be without you. She doesn't compare to you.

Michonne: I know I know

Michonne: I think I love you

Rick: Then please

Rick: Let me love you