Confusion was a reaction Rick was familiar with. When he was 5 he got confused when girls his age would run up to him and kiss his cheek, only to run back to their friends giggling. When he was 10 he saw his first equation on advanced algebra, it took him a long time to solve but he still solved it. When he first met Michonne, he got confused when she said she was single.

Michonne had always been a puzzle to him. But right now he couldn't figure out what the hell was going on for the life of him. He'd just been laying here listening to Daryl and Michonne banter. He didn't mind Daryl hanging around but when he talked about Michonne using condoms when she had sex with a local? Well, he didn't say those exact words, but it was implied god damn it. He really didn't want to hear about Michonne with any other man than himself. It was in a sense slightly barbaric and possessive considering they weren't married. Shit, they weren't even dating. Yet.

He was happy they were able to forgive and move one from what happened earlier. Though it was a bit surprising she apologized first, he did call her an asshole after all. Then again she brought up Andrea. If she wanted to go back to being best friends, that was fine with him. She always did that. But this time he wasn't on the same page. He'd let her have her little 'you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world' fantasy. She was in for a drastic taste of reality during this trip.

He watched her toss his boot to the next side of the room. Her attitude was puzzling him. She'd never given him foot massages unless he asked so that was out of the question. She did mention something about getting comfortable. Moving away from his feet she seemed to be looking for something. His eyes followed her as she went about rummaging through empty draws until she seemed to make a break through.

She smiled at him waving around a remote. "Ahhh for the TV." Well she didn't have to be weird about that.

"Yes, like old times." She crawled back in bed next to him. Michonne wouldn't admit it but she always talked during movies. He found it funny though. He loved hearing her speak, when her lips moved, it always mesmerized him. He was guilty of not listening to her sometimes, only because he would stare at those lips and think about how they tasted, how soft it would be, how she would react to him…

"Rick?" She nudged him gently.

"Yeah?" He answered a little more alert. He sighed dragging his hand down his face. This trip was about relaxation. He had to admit this bed was the first of many steps to it.

"We have a couple of movies to pick from that's about to start." He watched her press a button on the remote. Part of the wall moved down revealing a large screen. Jesus, how much did this place cost to stay in for a day? Everything was fancy, it made him a bit anxious. If the bathroom had one of those toilets that cleaned your butt after your done he wouldn't know how to feel.

Michonne held onto a mini pamphlet consisting of a long list of movies, recent ones at that. She maneuvered through the guide highlighting some films. "So we got star wars, something about dinosaurs, that Ben Afleck movie and ooooh fifty shades of grey." He frowned at the last one. Sometimes his unwanted harem called him 'Mr. Grey', not knowing what they meant he asked Sasha who laughed and said it was a guy in an erotic novel. He still didn't know what it was about. He was intrigued, it was a movie based on porn.

"What is that about?" He asked Michonne who had already pressed play.

"To be honest I have no idea. I have seen the trailer for the second one couple weeks ago. I did hear there was a book." She grabbed some pillows which felt just as good as the bed they were in. He raised his head so she could prop the pillows up behind them.

"You're not going to talk through the movie are you?" He asked her teasingly. She had the audacity to look offended.

"I do not talk through an entire movie Rick." She argued.

"So it's always a bird on the side of me speaking English? You talk during our movie nights." He asserted leaving no room for more arguments. She scowled. "I don't mind it. It's always funny hearing your reactions." He added.

Fifteen minutes into the movie and he was bored. He looked over at Michonne who had been mute throughout the whole movie so far. He knew she was struggling with this movie, once she started something she always wanted to finish it.

"This movie is boring." He whispered.

"Shhhh."

"I know you don't want to watch this, your just torturing us both."

"Shhhhh." He groaned when she refused to see reason. He started to dose off, knowing if he said anything else she'd just shush him.

He felt something heavy settling against him. Soft hands pressed down on his chest for balance. This place. It was too good to be true. All this fancy shit and the place was haunted. His eye's fluttered beneath his eyelids struggling to open. How long had he been dosing off? It was all fun and games until the spirit, demon started swiveling their hips on his groin. His eyes were still shut when his hands shot up and grasped a small waist. What?

He opened his eye's only to see warm brown ones staring back at him. To be fair, this could still be a dream but she looked like a deer caught in headlights. He peered at her. Michonne was at a loss for words. That's a first.

"I'm going to assume you were crossing over me." He said gruffly. He still held onto her waist. Her lips were parted slightly and her breathing began to quicken as she nodded absent mindedly. The understanding part of his mind said to leave it be, slow burns never hurt anyone. But what if she meant for this to happen? Maybe she meant to grind against him. All the blood in his brain went south. His pants became tighter every second she kept her round ass against him. She was still staring at him, giving him a look he'd sometimes catch when she glanced at him and thought he wasn't paying attention. Lust.

"Michonne." He warned.

"Rick." She copied his tone and ground her ass against him. His heart started beating faster, his mouth became dry. After all this time, it's been a long time coming. He looked at her, after a while they both realized neither of them pulled away. No need delaying the inevitable. He reached up grasping the underside of her face. He brought her lips down to his with his other hand still on her hips. His tongue traced her bottom lip before dipping into her mouth.

As if on reflex she pressed harder against him moving her hips back and forth. His hand flexed against her waist then moved down to cup her ass. Hesitantly she pulled back looked as dazed as he felt. "You want me." It was a statement but her tone sounded off. Almost as if the thought was a bit unbelievable. He looked at her feeling his features morphed into a frown. He pulled her face closer.

"I want you." He asserted. "I've always wanted you."

She giggled. This beautiful woman giggled above him. His lips twitched and her soft lips kissed his. I love you so damn much. He wanted to say that instead he just flipped her on her back. Her hips instantly fell open making enough room for him. She hitched her legs around his waist. He kissed her lips again. Her hand reached up invading his hair, he groaned into her mouth when she lightly tugged at his roots. Had she pulled his hair earlier, like in the plane, he would've winced. Now that, along with these kisses just made him intoxicated.

"Mmmmmm." She moaned when he pulled away from her. He looked down at her and licked his bottom lip. She was beyond exquisite. Leaning down he trailed open mouth kisses over her face. He licked and nipped his way under her jaw tasting her.

"Rick." She gasped on a wine and used her legs to drag his waist closer to her center. His hips arched to rub against her.

"Rick," she reached down fumbling with her zipper. "Take this off of me." She demanded on a scowl. Well wasn't she a little bossy. That caused him to chuckle making her scowl even deeper.

Michonne

In all honesty, she was only crossing over him. He was right, the movie was boring but at that point she was trying push through it. He fell asleep during movie time. He wasn't napping or dozing, he fell asleep. Disrespectful. Okay, in all honesty she knew damn well what she was doing. She watched him sleep after turning the TV off. Staring at the rise and fall of his chest, his breathing was even. Then she had a thought. What would it feel like to be with him? Of course she knew there was the risk of him waking up. But hell, she had already decided.

Which led them here.

Watching him grab and pull down the zipper of her shorts made her delirious with arousal. This was her best friend between her legs, whom she wanted for a long time. Her attention was drawn to his face he'd somehow manage to drag her short along with her not so sexy underwear down her legs. He tossed her clothes in the same direction she threw his shoes. He still kneeled between her legs rubbing his hand along her thighs leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. He seemed dazed, as if this wasn't really happening.

"Rick", she gasped when his fingers slid between her folds, coating themselves in her drenched heat. He seemed keen on trying to decipher if this was reality or a wet dream of his. When he pulled his fingers away she tapped his stomach hard enough to take him out of his disoriented state.

"Shit, this is real." He mentioned, his hands still rubbing her thighs. She fought back a laugh.

"This is real." She echoed his words. A slow cocky smile formed on his lips.

"I've always wondered how we would be together. How you would taste." He leaned down, whispering above her lips. "We'll talk later. There's no going back from here." Like hell if she wanted to go back from this.

"I've always wanted you", those words resonated with her. As much as she wanted to assault him with questions on how and when exactly that occurred his lips felt too good. She allowed him to ravage her. Lips kissed hers which later went down to her neck.

Grasping her thighs he spread them wider. The cool air against her mound caused her to shiver with anticipation and pleasure. She couldn't muster an inch of shame after the scent of her arousal hung heavy within the room.

"This is what beauty is." He said to himself. He peered at her face. "For an English teacher your awfully quite."

She shouldn't do it, but she couldn't help the retort that came from her mouth. "For a math teacher you don't know what two digits are." She blinked up at him innocently.

She watched as he jerked back genuinely surprise at her words. Petty Michonne clearly didn't let up even during sexual situations. This moment and his shocked facial expression were mentally etched in her brain to gloat about later. Her moment of inner musings were snatched away, when his mouth expectantly cover her mound.

"Shit." She gasped out an explicative and grabbed at his hair on impulse. His tongue lapped at her wetness and kissed her clit.

"More, I need more." She breathed out writhing beneath him though his grip on her thighs prevented any squirming. A bolt of heat shot up her spine as she stared at the man holding her thighs apart. She was soaked when he pulled his hand away from her hand to trace small circles around her clit. His finger dipped in her heat slowly exploring her tight canal. Small tremors tackled her body forewarning an oncoming orgasm

"For your information", he murmured leaning his head against her thigh after kissing it, "I know all my digits just fine." He sunk another finger into her then licked her clit. "That's two." He mouthed against her.

She saw a white light gleaming over a high stairway when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. All that matter was his mouth and the sinful thing he was doing to her. Her breathing pitched when he curved to fingers in her pressing against that rough surface within her walls.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair she rocked against him. "Ohhh god, do that again." She moaned out. It was safe to say he'd probably be bald if he kept doing this. He complied moving his fingers in and out of her. They rubbed against her g spot every time. She wasn't sure who was mewling like a spoilt kitten. More than likely it was her. Her legs began to quake when he added his mouth for extra measure. His tongue massaged her matching the rhythm of his finger. Clutching the pillow behind her head, she held on for dear life when a knock blared against the door.

Rick froze, the orgasm she was chasing dwindled down to an annoying ache. She was about to ask what the fuck was wrong with him but the knock sounded again. They both heard Daryl's voice through the door.

"Aye guy's the food's here. Best to get down here before we eat everything. I'll wait for you guys, they won't start eating without me." Daryl began whistling loudly. She soaked in their moment of silence as the realism of their situation hit her. She was sure they were going to have sex. And as annoying as Daryl was, they didn't have condoms and she wasn't on the pill. She could thank and strangle Daryl at the same time.

She glanced down at Rick who had his head against her thigh. He looked angry.

"Rick. We need to stop."

"We could let him wait outside for the next hour. I don't care." He muttered.

"We don't have condoms Rick." She stated hoping that he'd catch on. Through his anger, he didn't.

"And? I never went without one. I got tested." It was true what they said about blood leaving a man's brain and heading south.

She sighed. "I'm not on the pill." He made an 'oh really?' face.

"Wait for me downstairs." She told him. Pinching the bridge of his nose and gave in. Hopefully he wouldn't harm Daryl because of the interruption. And she understood, this thing… between them… it was a long time coming.