"...Shit."

Michonne laughed as Rick struggled to recover his gun belt from the floor.

"Dammit."

She smiled as she propped herself up to a seated position and watched Rick try to get his bearings. His excitement had apparently lead to a terrible case of butterfingers when he tried to retrieve his effects from the coffee table in front of them. She couldn't help but notice how cute he was when he was flustered.

Once Rick finally got it together and returned to his place on the couch next to Michonne, he found her smiling at him in amusement.

"What?" he queried, returning her glance with a sexy smile of his own and a look in his eyes to match.

"You good?" Michonne teased.

"Mmhmm." he crooned with a tone so steeped in desire that it sent an delicious tremor through Michonne's entire body.

She couldn't take her eyes off him while he secured his gun belt around his waist. His hair was perfectly messy in the back where she had been stroking and clawing through it and the top button of his shirt had come undone. He looked tired, but she could see that behind the fatigue in his eyes there was a burning need.

Michonne continued watching as Rick stood up and held his hand out to help her up, the smile never leaving his face, "Let's go."

Michonne reached over the arm cushion of the sofa first to retrieve the baby monitor from the side table before returning her attention to Rick and taking his hand.

Rick's heart swelled as he watched Michonne perform that one simple act. Even in a moment like this Michonne put his baby's needs first. This woman really was everything. It just made him want her more. He was going to show her how much he appreciated her, respected her and wanted her and he couldn't get her up those stairs soon enough so he could get to task. Once Michonne was standing he released her hand and kissed her softly on the lips once more. "Come on." he whispered and lightly brushed her hip with the tips of his fingers to gently urge her forward. Michonne obliged his request and moved toward the staircase, Rick but one step behind her while they made their way up the steps as quietly as they could.

Once they reached his door, Michonne swiftly spun on her heels to face Rick, placing a hand against his chest. "Rick?" Michonne whispered, with mild trepidation in her tone. She glanced up at him for a moment. The look in her eyes saying so many things at once;

Do we really want this? Are you sure? Am I sure?

As Rick's eyes softened into hers while he read her thoughts, her answers were revealed...I want this. I want you. I am sure.

Rick let his forehead rest against hers before leaning down and delicately brushing his lips against hers once, then a second time. He finally grabbed her full bottom lip between his teeth and pulled at it. Michonne closed her eyes, absorbing the unfamiliar sensations being elicited by her closest friend. A breathy "haaaa" escaping her lips as her heart rate again began to escalate.

"Yes" he murmured into her mouth in response to her silent questions. Michonne opened her eyes and met his stare. Tracing the smooth surface of the bedroom door, her hand eventually found it's way to the doorknob and Rick immediately pressed his body flush against hers and devoured her lips in a deep kiss as she turned the handle and they pushed past the threshold. Once inside, Rick forcefully pushed Michonne against the door as it was shutting behind them, kissing her with desperation while simultaneously struggling to get that damn gun belt back off again. Michonne blindly felt for the dresser she remembered was situated on the wall next to the entrance of the room to liberate herself from the baby monitor so both of her hands could freely touch Rick.

Just as Michonne successfully managed to feel her way to the top of the dresser and place the monitor safely on its surface, a faint whimpering was emitted from the small speaker.

...Then another...and a third.

To be continued...