Michonne walks in to the dining room to grab the shot glasses when Rosita realizes that she's washing the dishes. "Michonne, I'm so sorry let me get those for you." She says.
Michonne notices how red-faced Daryl is and responds, "No, sit down. Daryl could use some pleasant conversation."
Rick comes back in the house and locks the front door behind him. Walking through the living room toward the kitchen; he stands in the doorway and observes Michonne washing the dishes imagining what life would be like living with her in this world or in a normal one under the same roof.
He straightens up right away when he sees Daryl and Rosita coming in to the kitchen, "Hey, if she's ready I can walk Rosita back home." He tells Daryl.
"Na, I was about to let her take another look at the utility closet then over to the shed." Daryl tells him.
Rosita adds, "I used to be shop teacher before…" she adds.
Without hesitation Rick says, "Come on I'll go too."
He walks over to the basement steps with Rosita and Daryl following behind him.
Daryl glances back at Michonne with an annoyed look on his face.
She somberly looks back and shrugs her shoulders knowing that Rick missed the hint in Daryl's decline of him walking Rosita home.
Rick opens the utility closet to show her the solar battery bank system.
"Wow, this is awesome! These are like industrial sized solar batteries. You would use something like this at warehouse or an industrial plant. One of these could be used to power a store or an apartment building. Tero planned on staying in this place a long time. How many batteries and panels did he have in storage?" Rosita asks.
Rick grabs one of the charged flashlights in the utility closet and says, "Let's go take a look."
In order to get to the basement door they have to walk through the grow room.
Rick walks down the middle aisle of the grow room with Rosita and Daryl behind her.
Rosita strolls through the grown room in awe at how beautiful the plants are. "The smell alone itself gives you a contact", she says under her breath, after taking in a large whiff she quietly utters, "Estupendo."
Daryl wickedly smiles at Rosita's comments then returns to watching ass and shapely legs and responds quietly, "Indeed".
With a naughty smile, she looks over her shoulder at Daryl blushes from the cheeky remark.
Daryl and Rosita wanted some privacy but neither one could bring themselves to tell Rick, especially since he was only tagging along because it was pertaining to the business and safety of the group.
Rosita is trying to follow directly behind Rick with her flashlight when her foot sinks in a mud puddle.
As she yanks her boot out of the mud she says to Rick and Daryl, "Why the hell in it so muddy back here? It hasn't rain in at least two days."
Rick stops; turns around to ask, "What do you mean it hasn't rained in two days? The day before yesterday it rained hard as hell at that truck stop."
Daryl adds, "Hell yea, me and Chonne' thought we were gonna get washed away on that bridge it rained so hard."
Rosita moves her flashlight so it shines it down at the mud puddle she stepped in, "I'm telling you, it didn't rain at all. The sun even came out a few times but it was mostly overcast and not a drop of rain."
They continue on over to the shed, Daryl opens the door and a dim motion light comes on.
He turns to Rosita and says, "Well what do you think?"
She begins to walks over to the shed door and uses it to scrap the excess mud off her boot, before walking inside. "Whoa, this is awesome! With all these extra solar panels, cables and controllers you could have a really nice little set up for the group, provided your able to find some place structurally sound of course."
Rick and Daryl watch as Rosita starts for the door, they grabs a few items then Rick pauses momentarily to ask her, "Why not here? Is there something wrong with this place?"
Right before Rosita walks out she says, "Rick, so far I have been in the company of at least five groups. Out of that, four were militarily trained and the only ones to survive were Abraham and me."
"The world is crumbing around us and the undead are taking over. Buildings and structures only stayed intact because man was there to do the maintenance. Whether you want to believe it or not we're starting from scratch. And unless you are aware of an architect or another engineer with Tero's mind or a kid that built a tree house with his father…we will have to do just like we did before civilization…by trial error."
Rosita's tone was gloomy but real.
As the three walk back over to the house and Daryl asks, "So why are we just hearing from you now?"
Rosita turns to Daryl, "Even before the outbreak…where I came from women with even modicum of intellect or common sense were considered to be… very unappealing…"
As she continues to walk she adds "…unfortunately, the key to my survival thus far has been my to keep my mouth shut around men."
Daryl hears the sound of a roaming walker on the other side of the fence, he whistles to get Rick's attention then he whispers, "Lil help?"
Rick hears the roaming walker as well so he follows Daryl over to the fence in order to shed light on the walker. Daryl jumps over the fence and kicks the walker to the ground and bashes the walkers head with the shovel he used earlier in that day.
He hops back over the fence and says, "We should probably call it the night for some reason walkers have dog like hearing."
Just as Rick is about to say something Daryl says, "Why don't you go and check on Michonne, I can walk Rosita back. Don't worry about the front door I'll come back through the basement."
Rick finally understands the nature of Daryl request. He smiles at Rosita and says, "Goodnight." He offers his flashlight to Daryl so that he can walk Rosita home but, Daryl pulls one out of the inside pocket of his vest.
Rick walks back down the basement steps, once he gets upstairs in to the kitchen he sees that Michonne's gone through his bags because all of Judith's sippy cups, spoons and plates have been washed and put in the dish drain.
He walks through the mostly dark living room with the exception of a couple of night lights plugged in various sockets around the room.
Rick reaches the bottom of the stairs that lead to the second floor bedrooms; a warm sensation moves though his body as the faint scent of steamy rose water rolls down the steps.
His heart begins to beat faster as he timidly walks upstairs; the faint smell of steamy rose water as now turned in to a bold and erotic scent of bath water infused with almond oil.
Once on the second floor he opens the door to the master bedroom; its almost completely dark with the exception of a one night light plugged in to a socket by the headboard attached to the bed.
The steamy scent of almond oil floods the second floor as it rushes out of the bedroom; the heavy silence adds to the already mystical and ambrosial vibe.
Rick walks across the room and gently knocks on the master bathroom door.
Although Michonne's in a near defenseless state; her senses are still pretty acute from the weed, even while in the bath tub.
She hears someone or something has entered the master bedroom.
Michonne learned that the element of surprise when trying to survive is your greatest advantage in this world; she grips the handle of her katana that's lying right next to her leg for immediate access.
"Michonne, can I talk to you for a minute? Are descent?." Rick asks.
She relaxes at the fact that it's Rick however, she's not pleased that he would enter a bedroom unannounced so she tells him, "Yea I'm decent", hoping to embarrass him a bit.
Rick enters the bathroom and quickly notices it too dimly lit with a few lights plugged in to various plug sockets. The one window in the bathroom is covered with a dark drapery.
The entire room tinges with the seductive smell of almond oil and rose water.
He lingers at Michonne as she extends one of her legs from the tub and washes it down from foot to thigh; almost forgetting why he had to speak to her right away. In that instant he gives a muted sigh of thirst at the sight of her luscious gams.
He closes the door behind him, walks over to the toilet and closes the lids to sit down.
"Damn Grimes, do you have a key to every door in this house", she asks.
"No, Daryl gave me a set of bump keys he found in the shed earlier", he explains.
"So what are you doing here?" she asks while removing her sword from the tub and laying it on the bath rug.
Watching as she places the sword on the bath rug he tells her, "I don't know…" he sighs heavily, "… the minute I walked in that house she started sobbing uncontrollably again. I told her that she needs her brother; I thanked her for helping to keep Judith safe at Terminus. Then, I apologized again for misleading her with regard to the nature of the living arrangement and that me and the kids are gonna find another vacant house to move in to…with you."
Michonne glances at him from the side before placing the washcloth back over her eyes and head.
In a veiled attempt at avoid a response to what Rick's told her, she grumps heavily, "Man, I will never give in to peer pressure ever again. My head is spinning like crazy. The last time I felt this way, I was in undergrad".
The two sit in silence for a moment then Rick says, "That's it, that's all you have to say after what I just told you?"
She remains silent a bit longer then comes back with, "I don't know what you want to hear but, I can tell you how I feel."
He walks over to her and snatches the washcloth from her face, his voice rises a little hoping that she will show any indication that she wants to stay under the same roof with him, "How do you feel about what I just told you?"
She looks up at him surprised at his attitude. "I feel like I was the backup plan in case it didn't work out for you and Jane to be honest. I wasn't your first choice in spite of the fact we both knew that there was definitely something more to us."
Even-though Michonne's response wasn't the one he was looking for he accepts it by throwing the soaked washcloth in the bathroom sink and storms out the bathroom.
In a matter of seconds Michonne instantly feels horrid by the amount of malice that went in to her answer. She hurriedly gets out of the tub; dries off and puts on her cut-off pajama shorts and a half cut off t-shirt, she uses the other half to tie her locs up in a ponytail.
She anxiously leaves the bathroom, "Rick wait...".
As she steps out of the bathroom; she sees Rick sitting at the bottom of the bed pulling his shirt off.
Before she leave the bathroom she reaches her arm back and turns off the bathroom night lights.
Rick places his head deep within his hands; he doesn't even notice that she's out of the tub.
"Rick...I do feel that way but, I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I didn't mean for it to come out with…bitterness" she explains while softly walking towards him.
She stand in front of him then embraces his head to her stomach, massaging the curls in his hair with her finger tips.
The touch of her fingers to Ricks head eases his frustrations, he light begins to rub soft thighs; he asks with all skepticism, "Chonne' why…why would anyone want to have me as a leader?"
She continues stroking his hair and answers with, "People will choose a leader based on his accomplishments, but, people will follow a leader based on his humility."
He listens to her words as he strokes her chestnut legs, the smell of the almond oil on her skin in the perfect aroma therapy he needs in order to hear her voice and her words.
Slowly moving his hand to her inner thigh; he reigniting the high she had from the weed and booze earlier that evening. He moves one of his hands all the way up her thigh and slowly starts to rub her candy button with his thumb causing her to tilt her head back in to a euphoric daze from the growing sensation.
The slow motion of Rick thumb puts her in a languid state of intoxication and desire.
He slowly pulls her pajama shorts and panties down and soon his tongue picks up where his thumb left off.
As soon as his tongue begins to glide over her sex cleft; she gently grips his hair for fear of losing her balance and collapsing to the floor, he uses her arousing moans as guide to the spot for her surrender.
After a few minutes Rick stands up; lifts her shirt over her head, her movements are that of a rag doll cause by the tongue lashing he just gave her.
He softly kisses her lips which breaks her out of the foreplay trance and in to this seductive reality. She wraps her arms around his neck and again runs her fingers through his hair while he wraps his arms around her lower back bringing her breasts to his.
Within seconds Michonne's unbuckling his gun belt with ease (because she has done it a few times), but the kissing never stops, as though the kiss was the most important part.
By the time he gets his past down his tool is ready to impale her to the core.
Rick sits back down on the edge of the bed then steadily holds her hand to guide her on to his iron staff.
The ride is slow, graceful, affectionate and hauntingly rhythmic. It's the complete opposite of what the two of them are used to. There's more kissing and caressing, less thrusting and taunting, less trivial and more meaningful.
This time was much more than primordial; this time it was the conclusion that they'd been avoiding from the moment they met.
After a her brief ride; Rick skillfully turns to lay her back on to the bed; just before entering her again he leans in for more of soulful lip affection, she reaches for face to pull him in to their kiss.
As their kiss grows ever more personal; Rick tastes the salt water tears that are flowing from her glimmering eyes.
He stops the kiss to console her vulnerable state; Rick already knows why she's crying.
Michonne holds his face inches away from hers and admits, "I know what this is Rick…" the harder she tries to hold her emotions in, the more it shows, "… but, I-I don't think I will ever be able to say it...to you."
He takes his time when entering her slow and deep, hitting a spot within her so that she can hear what he has to say. And right before they go back in to their lip embrace he whispers, "Why bother telling me something that I already know."
Rick and Michonne fall back in to their kiss and continuing making the one word she couldn't bring herself to say.