"You sure you want to wake him up?" Merle asked quietly, observing the sleeping tike. Michonne had put a cute onesie on him that had an assortment of cars decorating the plush material, all the way down to his tiny feet. The brat was fucking beautiful. She was too. He mentally scolded himself for his other thoughts. How beautiful would she be pregnant again?

She smiled. "If you don't want to take us out just say so." She joked.

That wasn't it at all. "Look at him," He urged, still eying the young boy. "He looks so peaceful," He paused. "I ain't tryin' to wake him up."

"He won't scream bloody murder if I pick him up." She said back. She was amused about how mindful and nervous Merle was for Andre'. It was cute seeing Merle dote on her beloved son.

He grunted. "Alright then, it'd be a shame that you got all dolled up for nothin'," He rubbed his chin. "I never been to no fancy restaurant before," He admitted. "but I didn't know fancy ones served chicken nuggets," He teased. He watched as she took the hair tie out of her hair. He looked in awe as her dreads fell to her shoulders. "Whatchu' doin', gal?"

"How about we stay in?" She asked, looking down at her sleeping son. "It's been a long day."

Damn right it has been. Kicking Mike's ass and trying to fend off his attraction for her was hard work. "I can pick up some nuggets and some other things to cook if you like." He suggested.

"I think my prince is down for the count," She yawned. "And I suppose I'm more tired than hungry." She rubbed the back of her neck, wincing at the acute pain.

He figured that she needed to relax and unwind. Truth be told he didn't feel like letting her sleep yet. Maybe he was a bit needy for her company. "What do you like to snack on?"

Her brain was a bit fried from exhaustion. "Huh?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Snacks, woman," He said with a huff. "Snacks." He enunciated.

"I'm not slow..." She complained discreetly, looking back at him. Just like that man, such a smartass. She smiled to herself.

He raised his brow in response to her amusement. "I'm gonna go to the store for more beer, that's why I was askin'."

"Strawberries." She blurted out, remembering that she hadn't had them in a while.

"Alright," He replied, walking towards the door. "I'll be back before you know it."

She looked at the door as he shut it behind him. "He really is a sweet man." She thought fondly, leaning against the wall. He wasn't bad at all, he treated her decent despite being prejudiced. He liked Andre' too, and vise versa. She could definitely fall for someone like him. She shook her head. They were friends. Living with him would be easier if she negated all of the sexual tension or romantic aspirations.

She figured that she may as well lay down on the bed until Merle came back. About 30 or so minutes later she heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Dawn." The woman said impatiently from the other side of the door.

The wheels in Michonne's mind begin turning. Merle had a girlfriend? Better yet he had a girlfriend and was letting her stay with him. Trying to romance her with his brutish charm, chaotic dinners and strawberries all the while he has a woman. A hot flame burned within the pit of her stomach. She opened the door and saw the pretty blonde young woman looking at her wearily. Tch. Typical. A blonde-haired and blue eyed young lady, just his type. Jesus. This was awkward.

"Who are you?" Dawn asked defensively, putting her hands on her hips. She was wearing a tight white tank top and a short denim mini-skirt. She had to be in her twenties. Or either she was one skanky adult woman.

Michonne felt her palm twitch. She hadn't liked that girl's tone. She swallowed her annoyance and anger. "My name's Michonne."

"Are you shacking up with my Merle?" Michonne's eyes twitched at the phrase 'My Merle'. who's to say that she was even his girlfriend? No. She had to be. She was. Yep.

Her face turned to stone. "Yeah." She blurted out without thinking. A part of her hated the thought of Merle with another woman. Who was she anyway? And why was that bastard trying to court her and her son when he has another woman around here? She wracked her brain trying to figure it out.

Both women heard the door open and turned their attention to a stunned Merle. "Uh...," Shit. This wasn't good. His romantic interest and his go-to girl met. Truth be told he hadn't thought about hooking up with Dawn since he started really getting attached to Michonne. "Hey-?"

"Who's this woman, Merle?!" Michonne growled like an angry wife.

He walked towards the table, placing the two grocery bags onto it. He leaned against it and sighed. "This is Dawn," He introduced. "And thats Michonne." He seemed calm for a man that could potentially get his head busted in. But Merle was used to talking himself out of things, especially when he's actually telling the truth.

"I know who this home wrecker is!" Dawn exclaimed.

Michonne turned her head to the side. She was going to show how much of a black woman that she was once she cussed out that little girl and threw her out herself. "Excuse me?" She said, folding her arms.

"This is Michonne and she's my lady-friend," He said, grabbing her and holding her to him. Michonne seemed relieved being in his arms and hearing that proclamation. Though It wasn't true. But Dawn seemed persistant. "You knew our arrangement," Dawn was strictly his go-to girl; his fuck-buddy...nothing more. She was angry and a bit hurt. She exited the house as she cussed him every step of the way.

Michonne had a feeling that they didn't see the last of her. Merle shut and locked the door. He looked down at her, she was livid. If it was possible she would be spitting flames. "What's wron-?" He was stunned by a slap to the face. As angry as she was about Dawn's petty insults she had no idea that he was involved with someone as young, dumb and skanky...and to use her and discard her like he did was no less than a travesty.

He placed his hand on the scorching hot spot that Michonne's hand hit. He was surprised as he was angry. "The fuck did you do that for?"

"You used her...," She muttered. "Is this what you do to women?"

His eyes softened. "Michonne." He cajoled, reaching for her once more.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed, shooing away his hands. "What, you think you're a stud for having a woman living in your house and one at your beck and call?!" He was shocked by her indignation for his actions.

"It ain't like that with you," He assured her through her wrath. "I told you before that I liked you," He went on. "I haven't fucked her in a while." He could've picked those last words better but he was desperate to get Michonne to see that he viewed her differently and more highly. She was probably out of his league but his feelings didn't change.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. She's the only woman that he ever respected or cared for. "I'd do anything for you," He proclaimed. "Just tell me, sweetheart."

"Go fuck yourself." She muttered, walking away into the bedroom.

"I ain't doin' that," He said with a light laugh as he pulled her to him. He eyed her up closely, she was angry and fuming. Despite that, his laugh was infectious and she seemed to be holding back a giggle or two with her open fist on her mouth. She then folded her arms and had a feminine scowl on her face. She was irresistible even then. "I bought you the strawberries that you asked for and got some chocolate too," He looked at her like a hopeful pup. "I thought you'd like that."

"That was before I found out that-"

He took her into his full embrace. "I'm...sorry," The proud man said, wanting to make amends with his estranged friend. "I didn't lie when I said that I liked you," He sighed. "Other than fuckin' myself what else do you want me to do?" He was all but begging.

She uncrossed her arms, placing her hands on his broad shoulders. She liked his body, broad shouldered, nice chest...powerful hands. His eyes were like blue crystals, they were beautiful and compelling. She also liked him too. But it was too soon. She was surprised at her reaction to Dawn and the whole situation. She couldn't believe that she was actually jealous. But either way the big, bad eldest Dixon brother was the most repentant man she had ever met. That was an enigma within itself.

"Rub my feet while I eat my chocolate covered strawberries." She demanded like the queen that she was. Oh hell yes she was Merle Dixon's Ebony Queen. Even if she didn't know it she was going to be.

"I can do that," He said dutifully as he rolled up his sleeves. "I don't mind spoilin' you," He said with his southern smile. Damn it. At this rate he was going to make her like him more. "Lay down on the couch and I'll get everything ready for you."

"Check on Andre' for me?" She asked through her closed eyes.

"Yeah," He said obediently. Back in the day he looked down on men such as himself. He would've called himself "pussywhipped". But her happiness and her pussy were well worth being whipped and under her feminine spell; mostly her happiness though. He looked in on Andre', the boy was sleeping soundly. He seemed to be the type of boy that could sleep through anything. He smiled and pulled the blanket over him. He was changing and he knew it. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

Michonne opened her eyes and saw Merle walking back over with the fleshly dipped strawberries and chocolate. "Andre' sleeps like a rock." He joked, sitting beside her.

She laughed. "He does," She watched as he handed the bowl to her. "Thank you." She shifted her body and stretched out on the couch.

He grabbed her left foot, putting it against his thigh. "What, you're not mad at me anymore?"

She shrugged.

He smiled as he began massaging her foot, he certainly did have a firm touch. But his hands were softer than she expected. She sighed. "The way you massage, how can I be mad at you?"

"I am good with my hands," He bragged, obviously tooting his own horn. His palms twitched to feel other parts of her. Her skin was so soft, perfect even. He moved up to her calves, then up her thighs. She looked at him for a minute. "What, you don't want your legs and thighs massaged?"

"I know what you're trying to do." She said with a smile, finally taking a bite of a chocolate covered strawberry.

He grunted, releasing her foot and looking at her blankly. "And what's that, sweetheart?"

"You're trying to take a peek under my nightgown." She teased.

He chuckled, then licking his lips. "If I wanted to see what was underneath that gown I would've had that thing over your head by now."

She placed the bowl on the end table. "That's a lie." She challenged, trying to hide her amusement. It certainly was.

"Huh, alright...yeah, that's the only lie," He ran his finger down one of her soft thighs. "I'm tryin' to be a good boy," Things were getting interesting now. 'Good boy' huh? She wondered how long he could last. "I like you. Now that's not a lie; I want you too," She sat up and put her hand to his face. Before he could react she kissed him. It was a brief and light kiss but the effect on him was the same. "Can I touch you?," He asked pliantly. She moved his hand and placed it onto her mid-thigh, gesturing him to continue. He put his face against her neck as he moved his hand up her gown. Her scent was unique and drove him up the walls. He couldnt comprehend it but he loved it. "Don't tease me like this, sweetheart," He growled against her. "It's not in my nature to stay good for long."

She plucked another strawberry from the bowl. "Open your mouth," He did so, quickly gobbling up the strawberry. "Kiss me."

He obeyed his queen, he kissed her slow and deep. He penetrated her luscious lips with his eager tongue. The taste of her along with the mix of strawberries and chocolate was intoxicating. He was happy to be her bitch. "You're the first woman that I've ever kissed." He confessed, caressing her thighs in his hands.

She laughed. "What?"

"I've fucked a good share," He went on. Oh yeah, he certainly did. He wasn't the most committing man when it came to the vast quantities of women that he had bedded throughout the years. "Just never found a woman that I'd want to kiss."

"Really now?" She asked with a smirk. As asinine as that sounded it was actually pretty sweet, in a fucked up way. Fucking the little floozies, but not kissing them. He wanted to kiss that special woman.

"Yeah," He said candidly. "It's easy to fuck, just not to kiss...or talk," He kissed her neck. "But it comes so damn natural when I'm with you," A smile lit up her face. "I'd love to touch and kiss you all over." He gave her a few quick love bites. She winced, running her fingers through his messy hair.

"You can touch and kiss me," She whispered into his attentive ear. "You just can't fuck me."

He swallowed hard. He was a smooth talking Casanova before he met her. Now he was as nervous as a high school virgin. "Can I see you?" He asked hopefully.

"Depends on what you want to see." She did like Merle a lot, but going all the way this soon wouldn't be the best idea. Fooling around would be okay. It would keep a man like him on his toes.

"Your tits-, uh...I mean your...breasts." He wanted to be mindful of his language and actions. Michonne wasn't like any other woman. She was the only woman that he had ever actively courted or cared for. The line between desire and just wanting to fuck was very thin. So he wanted to assure her that he liked and desired her. She definitely wasn't a two-bit, go-to girl.

She stood up and gazed at him longingly as he looked back at her with his hot gaze. She slowly pulled down one strap of her gown. Oh, she was teasing; and Merle was all but salivating over her. The top left side of her gown fell, revealing one of her breasts. He wanted to stand up and pull that gown down all the way. The things he wanted to do...

She pulled down the other strap, fully revealing her perky brown breasts. He had never seen a black woman naked, but he liked what he had seen so far. Round full breasts that complemented her full lips, curvy hips and a firm ass. If her top half looked this good he could only imagine what her bottom half looked like. He figured that they would feel as good as they looked. "What do you think?" She asked with a wink.

"They're...real nice," He managed to say. "Fuckin' gorgeous," He bet that her pussy was just as gorgeous. He was rock hard thinking about that. He was anyway when he was around her though. "You gonna come here and let me worship your lovely body?" He asked gruffly.

He looked so delicious sitting there, waiting patiently for her to grace him with her body's view. Merle Dixon was a fine piece of man, their was no denying that. His loyalty to her was as steadfast as their friendship. That was refreshing and liberating. Though she didn't want to give herself up completely to him she wanted to feel the depths of his desire; only with touch, caressing and kissing. "You don't have to touch me," He assured. He figured he would pleasure himself later to the sweet thoughts of her body. "I want to worship you like the fuckin' queen that you are." An erotic chill pierced her spine when her ears heard his sultry words.

She eyed him up and smiled. That smile melted him quicker than an ice cube on a Georgia porch. He was her friend for sure but he was also a man. His legs were spread apart and she could see his erected manhood standing at full attention against his pants. She was impressed, he was certainly worthy of her energy. She walked towards him and straddled him, she took full inventory of his body. From head-to-toe this man was gorgeous. She liked everything about him. She let her hands explore underneath his shirt. He was as athletic as she thought he'd be, even his chest was firm and hard in her curious hands.

He put his lips to hers, groaning at the pleasurable sensation of her hands. "Thought I'd be the one doin' the touchin'?" He whispered against her lips. He loved her hands but damn, it mightve been too much.

She laughed against his mouth, letting one hand drop to his aroused manhood. "I can't touch you at all?" She said, breaking the kiss and giving him "that" look. The look that he yearned to see from her. It was the look and aura of the female authority.

"You can," He replied, powerless to resist her. He couldn't even if he wanted to. That was the beauty of a woman. Only a woman like her could turn him as hard as steel but as flaccid in the knees as putty. He took one of her breasts in his hand. "But it was my request." He reminded her, taking a nipple into his mouth. The feel of his mouth on her engorged nipple was nothing short of intoxicating. The wonderful sensation pierced her through her spiked nerve-endings. A sharp moan escaped her parted lips as he nibbled and licked at each nipple. The combination of that and the friction between his cock and her clit underneath their clothes was hot. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him roughly on the lips as she rubbed against him. The friction of their jagged heat against one another was irresistible.

He kissed her back, discreetly guiding his fingers to her clit. The fact that she was soaked already drove him crazy. However, the fact that he couldn't bury his hard cock deep inside of her drove him to depths of insanity that he didn't know was possible. But that's what would make the sex so good, delayed gratification. Yes.

She moaned softly against his lips, feeling his fingers rub against her. She was desperate for more. She slid her panties to the side as an invitation for his fingers. "Merle," She breathed, feeling the erect fabric rubbing against her bare clit. "Touch me." She beckoned.

"I'd fuckin' love to, sweetheart," He said in his raspy southern voice, putting his fingers to her exposed clit. It felt heavenly under his fingers without the pesky fabric of her panties in the way. He knew that he couldn't see her lower half, but damned if he wouldn't rub, touch and get a good visual in his mind. He'd have marvelous thoughts to rub off to later. He was actually okay with that. She shifted deliciously against his fingers. "Can I put my fingers inside of you?" He asked bluntly.

"Yes." She said through closed eyes.

She was more than prepared for him, she was leaking onto his jeans. It clearly was too long for her. "I'm gonna put two fingers into you," He explained, kissing at her neck. "Would you like that?" He asked with his sexy, southern drawl. She nodded, still enjoying the sensation of him rubbing her clit. He flashed his sexy gaze at her. He figured that she was so aroused that she would reach her climax at any moment. Damn that was hot. She was hot. He pressed his two thick fingers against her tight hole and pushed slightly.

She opened for him with minimal resistance, and sighed in response to the sharp pleasure of his fingers entering her. It had been too long for her. She could feel his fingers moving within her, stroking her elusive g-spot. She hadn't ever came from that, but he didn't lie when he said that he was good with his hands. He stroked her g-spot, then he slowly began easing out of her. She clenched her walls together in protest, keeping his fingers within her. He licked his lips. "Your pussy is the tightest."

"She loves your fingers," She said with a smile as she kissed him once more. "I love them too," She moved up and down against his fingers, closing her eyes as she moved faster against him. He kissed her back, before abruptly stopping her. She made a jagged sound of protest. "Why did you stop?" She asked.

"I want fuck you hard with my fingers," He pulled them out of her, then playing with her clit once more. She was above her threshold and dying for release. She hadn't known the depths of pleasure until now. "Will you let me?" He asked, his voice smokey and hoarse.

"Feeling like this how can I say "no"?" She said with a dazed smile.

He lined up his fingers with her hole once more. "When they go in make pretend it's my dick." There was no secret that he would take great delight in filling her with his thick cock. She was the ultimate tease and he loved every second of it. He'd pleasure her and let her have her fun tonight. However, once she lets him inside of her it would be his turn for pleasure. He doubted that he'd last a minute the first time, but he looked forward to making up for it.

"Okay." She said, licking at her chapped lips.

His fingers entered her once more. "My dick will stretch you out just like this," He proceeded to slowly fuck her with his thick and greedy fingers. She was so wet and tight...everything that he had hoped for. He stifled her moans with his lips, invading her unruly mouth with his tongue. "Can't wait until I can fill you with my cock, just like this." He groaned as he continued. He could smell her heady scent as his fingers went in and out of her. The scent felt like home for him and was what he yearned for.

She wrapped her arms around him and wreathed against his body and fingers. She hadn't known the throes of sexual desire and pleasure until now. Her body was hot, wet and alive against his fingers. He began feeling her inner muscles convulse, ushering her mind numbing orgasm. She threw her head back, moaning aloud.

"Yeah, sweetheart," He grunted, egging her body on. "I like when you come for me," He nibbled at her neck. "That's so fucking hot," The piercing orgasm continued from her pussy all the way up to her spine as he continued pleasuring her with his fingers. "I love hearing you," She bit her lip, wanting to muffle her sound. He kissed her deeply, then released her. She looked back at him bashfully with her beautiful brown eyes. "You're not embarrassed, are you?" He asked with a smile.

She was panting as she looked at him bashfully. What she was embarassed by Merle was enthralled by. She was spread eagle on his lap with the top half of her night gown exposing her lovely breasts. Not to mention Merle had the biggest case of blue-balls. He was still like steel and unabashedly pressing against her. Once her orgasm subsided, she had the nagging urge to cover up. She went to lift up her straps but he stopped her and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "You don't have nothin' to be ashamed of, honey." He assured.

She abruptly stood up. The throes of desire did a lot to women, practical decision making was at a minimum. He stood up and walked towards her. She adjusted her gown and looked up at him. "I'm going to go to bed."

Damn it. She WAS ashamed, mortified even that she let herself get out of control. The risk of being caught was so high. It was only 11:00 at night but Daryl could be back at any minute, not to mention Andre' was sleeping a few feet away. She was still a mom. She was newly single too, surely nothing like that could happen again. Merle was perceptive of all of her inhibitions and swallowed that notion. He got to see her in a new, erotic light; but he certainly couldn't be "just friends". Michonne knew this and was a bit weary. "Okay." He finally said.

She closed the door, then sitting on the bed and gazing at her sleeping son. At least he was still sleeping and didn't awake to sounds of his mom being finger fucked. She was ashamed of the act and the possible consequences. It couldn't happen again. It can't.

Merle would have to see her at the shop everyday since she's doing his books. So she'd have to acknowledge him, at least a little. Despite the awkwardness of it all he really liked her; that was an absolute truth. He sighed and looked at the closed door. He turned around and sat back on the couch, despite his nagging hard-on he wasn't in the mood anymore. He was depressed, even beating himself up. She was a good woman and he scared her away. Damn. He laid down, put his hands behind his head and fell asleep. Maybe everything that happened that night was a fucked up dream. He wished.