"American Boy"

Rick sighs as he sits up he rakes his hand through his hair, frustrated annoyance written on his face, despite the raging hard on he was sporting. He was about to get really honest with Michonne. He had it all planned out; first tell her his thoughts, how in that short moment of witnessing his son being marked and feeling lost. Just that small act of comfort she had given him was the sign he needed to get ready for war and get his son back.

Rick had wanted to kiss her too. He was still contemplating kissing her, but as quickly as he lifted his head Michonne was up from his bed and standing off to one side of his room. She crossed her arms, hugging herself, with a small frown on her face, he frowns at this display; did he misread her earlier? It looked like she wanted some things to happen between them too.

'Shit. I am really bad at this. Could she possibly only be comforting me because she saw my tears? I just saw my son practically get the side of face ripped off; I hate feeling lost but I'm not anymore and it's because of Michonne,' he thought.

First, she was consoling him, then the air had shifted and she saw a bit of carnal desire in his eyes. It both excited her and alarmed her. Did she want to start something with him? She did not want to be anyone's grief cushion, temporary fix or distraction. Michonne has been on the ship long enough to know that Grimes likes things done a certain way. He does not care about personal spaces, well maybe just her space for that matter. He does things with intense urgency and by his own rules.

What Michonne needed was a mental distraction, to calm her nerves, to get the scent and nearness of him out from her mind and settle the growing want between her legs. She thought back on the time they have met.

The three had met under the most unusual circumstances and Michonne remembered it like yesterday. If was a few days after she won the Tournament of the Dead, her mother was glad the whole show was over, not because she was worried something bad would happening to her only daughter but because finally Michonne would stop wearing those awful pants outfits and dress more like a lady, find a suitor, get married and give her grandbabies. All in that order.

It was a busy morning her parents were invited to some grand showing and they were the guests of honor and Michonne had gotten back from a stroll around their city park with a neighbor friend her mother paired her up because the man's father was a doctor and he was studying to become a lawyer, a handsome fellow; Mike Anthony, he was attentive and charming and said the right things.

Upon her return her mother stopped her from getting something sweet to eat and showsher to her room. This was when she caught a glimpse of a very handsome and dark finger shaking his father's hand. After a moment, she noticed it was a prosthetic hand that shook her father's as they exit from her his study. But while her mother was busy telling her about the dresses she picked out and the combs on the heat,Michonne was not listening; she was busy watching the man at the front door who was with her 's not so often White folks called on The Brownfield home and she was interested to know what they were talking about. The man then looks back up at her, smiles wickedly at her and then tilts his top hat at to her in acknowledgement and then left. She had not know that she held her breath when he smiled at her until she exhaled.

They met again while she was chasing a thief; Michonne and her parents were on their way to dine with family friends. Her father forgot his spectacles, and Michonne gladly went to retrieve them from her father's lab, which was an apartment connected to their home. When she entered the lab, she happened upon a thief going through her father's belongings. The thief was shoving some of her father's documents into his coat.

She had picked up a paper weight and threw it at him hitting him right in the head, knocking his bowler cap off and displaying a head full of blonde hair. The impact from the object had stunned him at first, but then he took off running. Hiking up her dress she gave chase. Michonne knew chasing after him in a tight bodice dress and laced heel shoes that she has yet to break in was no easy task. She knew she was going to lose him at the corner of the busy streets and shouts in frustration when she collides into a passerby. He was the man she saw at her home the other day. He wasn't alone and his companion went chasing after the thief, he came back a few minutes later frowning in frustration letting them know the obvious, that he was long gone. It was then he, Rick Grimes, made the introduction for himself and for Daryl Dixon.

There was another knock at his door. Michonne blinks a few times to refocus.

'If it was Daryl he'd not have knocked and entered without permission,' Rick thought.

He was about to bark a go away but then Michonne shouts permission for entry and Rick gives her an exasperated look. She half smiles then shrugs her shoulder at him.

It was Daryl and Aaron, their charts and navigational guide. Daryl looks wound up about something whereas Aaron was appearing amused. Daryl shoves his goggles on to his head and removes his gloves and shoves them into his back pocket.

"Found a place to dock to make repairs. Got the crew properly killing the dead too. The Williams siblings are on board. Seems like this Tyrese and Jesus went way back. They are both below working on the gears; it's a mess down there. His sister, Miss Williams, and his school chum from way back in the day who, goes by King Ezekiel now, are also on board," Daryl explained.

Aaron nods his head excitedly, "Yep! Both Miss Williams and King Ezekiel are both on deck, and I just want you both to know that this guy is riding a tiger and the beast is huge, like, can carry three people huge."

"A tiger?" Rick and Michonne respond simultaneously, the shock and surprise apparent on both faces.

"That is what I said, a tiger and I think it has fiber optic eyes, I want to get a closer look but the King stopped me, warn me that he needed to introduce us first," Aaron said in glee.

"Has Jesus tried to get a hold of Father Gabriel or Tara and her companion Denise?" asked Rick. It would be rude if Rick does not send word that he was in the area; they were the only friends he had really associated himself with and they too wished to know more of The Williams.

"I don't think so Cap. I will ask him," Aaron raises a rolled paper in his hand, "So Daryl thought maybe he and a few others are planning on doing a bit of recon of the area and see what is out there."

He was referring to Negan.

"Is that a map of the area?" Michonne asks.

Aaron nods his head, "Yeah, Miss William gave it to me."

Making space on Rick's desk they watch as both Daryl and Aaron mark their current position and the possible direction they think Negan would dock.

"I don't think Negan has gone far, they had severe damages too," Daryl points out possible locations on the Alexandria, Virginia map, the areas marked were vast, but the crew was not disheartened. Rick was busy marking the local areas of forage and homes.

So deep in thought they all were that they did not hear the singing at first, but it slowly became louder as it got near.

"I've seen what you have made in all its beauty, what I cannot create I recognize. Let's watch the night explode," the voice sang loudly and beautifully.

Rick and Michonne both look up at each other and then face Daryl and Aaron.

"That would be Miss Williams, apparently she went to see a show with some friends and that particular song has been stuck in her head and she has been singing it for two days now," Aaron answered.

Daryl became thin lip and slightly irritated by all the other new activity on the ship. Miss Williams had stopped him and asked him what kinds of things they did on the ship; she mentioned that with a bit of cleaning it would be perfect for a party. It's a battalion airship not a party ship. In that instant Daryl felt trapped and wanted to do was get off the ship, be out there, scouting and searching and not be some ship director or some shit like that for anyone.

Michonne finding all this familiar and easily relatable began to tell them both of the song that was stuck in her head for two weeks. It had not words just sort of strings and melodies. The darn thing had caused so much grief in her family household. Her laughter being so infectiousness both Rick and Aaron were laughing right along with her.

"I must meet her and introduce myself before she thinks I am rude," Michonne said between breathe.

"And King Ezekieltoo," Rick adds in agreement.

"Well, I am so glad you three are finding this all amusing," Daryl retorts.

Michonne stops laughing and looks at Daryl, "Oh for goodness sakes, Dixon; it can't be all that bad, this is probably what you need, another woman to evenly disrupt the flow of a ship."

Daryl rolls his eyes, "Right, because one was just not enough."

"You know, we are not that far from Maryland, I have friends I know that live in that area. Huge, huge fans of air ships, they would go crazy over all this, especially with you Dixon. I can call them up?" Michonne asks, she was clearly teasing him.

Daryl was near a state of panic, "You know just when I was about to like you, you go and say something like that. Are you listening to this shit Rick, what the hell, this is not a sorority soiree."

"I really cannot tease you at all?"

"No!" Daryl hollers back.

Sensing that now would be the perfect time to conclude their conversation Rick rolls the map back up and hands it to Daryl, "Message received, take a few of your very best and make contact every hour."

Aaron gathers up the rest of the maps and leaves the quarters. Daryl mock salutes Rick, frowns at Michonne and left soon after, leaving Rick and Michonne alone once again.

"I hope I didn't upset him," Michonne said apparent concern on her face.

"Who? Daryl? Don't let it bother you, Daryl can feel a bit caged. The minute he gets this way he takes off," Rick says reassuringly.

They stood there in awkward silence for a moment then Michonne reaches for her weapon and heads for the door.

"Michonne, stay a moment." It was a simple request from him and yet it spoke volumes. Michonne turns and faces him.

Rick approaches her and stops a few inches from her.

"Thank you," he says.

Michonne plays it off and tells him not to worry about it. Rick did not miss the sudden act of indifference and it only made him move in closer towards her. Michonne tries to focus on something other than that, like say,his penetrating gaze on her instead.

"You don't need to thank me," Michonne had spoken barely above a whisper.

Everything Michonne tried to do, like focus on anything but how close he is to her went right out the window. She wasn't so eager to leave his quarters. This was almost euphoric. She likes him near her and was waiting for a hint a sign and she would stay.

"I wasn't sure what would happen next, I saw my son get attacked and felt lost," Rick sighs."Back there on the bed, what you were doing, I felt your touch and I knew. It took just your womanly touch and I don't feel so lost anymore Michonne."

Michonne place her hand over Rick's and gives it a squeeze, "It's okay Rick, we have all witnessed so much in the past few months. You can't do this alone. We are here for you," Michonne pause, "I am here…For you and anyone who needs my help."

Michonne watches Rick inhale and exhale slowly. He eyes her, his gaze falls down to her lips; he was so dangerously close and the mere thought alone got her excited. Any lower now and she would kiss him back but then Rick takes a step back from her.

"Don't we have guests to meet?" he asks.

Michonne was confused by the question, 'Who? What guests? What just happened here?' Michonne thought.

"Yes," Michonne hesitantly responded more focused on the shared moment broken, "Yes, we have guests."

Rick saw the disappointment in her face and he should have taken the leap. The opportunity was lost now because Michonne was already standing at the door.

"Hold on a second," Rick calls out to her. He walks over to the table to grab his belt and fashion it around his waist."Best we get this over with then."

Michonne says nothing to the 'we' part and yet she was thinking about it, "That's fine with me."

He opens the door to his quarter and waits for Michonne to exit first and he follows closely behind her.

Jesus formally introduces The William siblings as the co leaders of a small community just outside of Alexandria. But since the Alexandrian community recently lost their leader, they ask if The Williams could help them out and they gladly accept. Rick thanks them for granting them permission to dock on their property, he ask if they have met Father Gabriel, Tara and Denise and they said that they had not. It turns out, he had just missed them; Father Gabriel has gone off on a sabbatical while Tara and Denise were invited to a seminar.

"It's really nice to know forward thinking men who don't feel threatened or fantasize at the thought of strong women keeping each other company romantically," Ms William said as she looks around the ship.

The deck was quiet as both Rick and Jesus just looks at her to Daryl endless fits of coughing and Michonne silence.

"We have always been forward thinking men," Rick retorts.

Tyrese felt it was good idea turns introduce The King since he was more of his friend. It will take some getting used to old Renaissance English spoken by King Ezekiel as he sits on top his pet tiger Shiva who, surprisingly, took an instant liking to Michonne. She was busy talking to the giant tiger like it was a kitten to The King amazement and wonder.

"Oh how I wish my wife was here to see this," he said, she thinks Shiva doesn't like anyone. This says otherwise." Michonne laughs because Shiva nudges at her hand to continue rubbing at her tummy.

Michonne looks up at The King, "Can I ride her?"

"Indeed, as she'll allow you upon her. Have you ever ridden a horse?" asks the King.

Michonne nods her head. The King steps back and lower his hand to his knees, Shiva went down on all fours and watches quietly as Michonne hooks one foot in the stirrups, hoists herself up and swings her leg over.

Being this high up Michonne,felt like she towers over everyone like lord and leader; she suddenly understands why The King enjoys being this high. Michonne waits for the next command. The King was silent for a second, staring at Shiva momentarily,and then Shiva takes off.

Everyone, including the crew, watch as the tiger takes off in a run and leaps over the deck of the ship, landing beautifully on the stairs leading up and down the ship; he was gone in a blink of an eye.

Rick faces The King, "Where are they going?"

"A quick run around The William property, they'll be back in a few minutes," The King put to his eyes, "I can see everything, Ms. Brownfield is an excellent rider, as a matter of fact she is asking Shiva to run faster."

Rick was concerned for Michonne at this point; he looks back out at the property line of The Williams, "Don't do anything where she goes flying off your tiger."

The King swore on Ms. Brownfield's safety and as promised, both Michonne and Shiva returns a moment later.

Excited from that short ride, Michonne gets off the tiger, "That was amazing, I felt so free." She rubs Shiva on the forehead, "Thank you."

Shiva roars loudly.

"She really does like you," The King points out.

"As she should, everyone likes me," Michonne smiles, and glances at Rick when she said that. Everyone notices but says nothing.

Tyrese leans into his sister, "Don't even think about it saying anything." He whispers.

Sasha chuckles and whispers back, "I was about to, but changed my mind. I like her too and I don't want to embarrass her."

Once getting everyone focused, Rick and Daryl explain how and why they are in this predicament. Both Tyrese and Sasha offer their help; The King himself sent word to have his very best aide them in any way they can. Rick was very much appreciative to any and all help they gave him.

It took longer than expected to rebuild and properly calibrate the gears since the parts weren't readily available, but they all were able to get everything in working condition. The Bandit Hunter was like new again.

On a windy morning, the sendoff for the fallen, Rick stood at the bow of the ship giving his speech Michonne watches, again his slightly dishevel appearance adding to that whole unintentional dark and sexy that works for him. His beard was longer, as was his hair; his curls were being blown about, but it doesn't distract him. Rick's speech is clear, driven and focused; they all found it very inspiring. The silver in his prosthetic hand glistens in the sunlight as he held the glass high above his head. Everyone raised their glasses, as he did; they toast the fallen and finally down the warm whiskey in one go.

Michonne continues to watch Rick as he whispers something to Daryl, wondering what he said to him as they both left the wheel of the ship; he was eyeing her as he walked away.

"I see the appeal," Sasha whispers as she moves to stand next to Michonne, "The man has everything, and brooding works for him too. I can see why he is a great leader."

Michonne chuckles as Sasha continues.

"He has this air of mystery to him, he lost his hand and wife, almost five years ago; son kidnapped by a werewolf madman and he still manages to do a send off for the fallen with one hell of a speech. Sure, the tone is dark and spoke of death for many, but he has inspired us. Even I am willing to go to war with him."

"That Grimes, great leader, has a crew that respects him," Michonne says.

Sasha smirks at Michonne, "Yes, brooding is charming; you'd just want to cradle a man like that between your bosoms after a long day and run your fingers through those curls of his."

Michonne did not miss the way Sasha was watching Daryl while speaking. She watches her new friend, who in just a week since The Bandit Hunter docked on their property, managed to stir things up. Amost everyone on the ship, Michonne included, did not mind the change of pace very much.

"Wow, you really aren't taking the bait," Sasha muttered under her breathe but Michonne heard her.

"What bait you speak off?" Michonne ask, "I'm listening to you but you're over there wanting to take a bite out of Mr. Dixon."

"If I am overstepping then by all means stop me but you and Mr. Grimes," Sasha pauses, "Something is clearly there, I have seen the way he looks at you. The man can glare the hell out a person, myself included, but he saves these looks of need and want all for you. If there wasn't an audience, he would have you right here bent over and all."

Michonne laughs, "Sasha why are you so bold, so crass?"

Sasha stops them both, "Because I can be but I am still a lady and I don't want to take a bite out of Mr. Dixon, yet," Sasha playfully said while eyeing Daryl again.

"They are all going to the pub later; I think Mr. Dixon is going too, supposedly he's buying everyone a drink."

Sasha gently tugs on Michonne arm and smile brightly, "We can tag along, of course, and that is unless you have other plans that include the fearless brooding leader."

Michonne was thoughtful for a moment.

Sasha raises a brow, "No, that is okay, take care of him, he looks like he has an insatiable appetite anyway."

"We haven't even -."

Sasha stops Michonne from saying anything more as she eyes Daryl from the corner of her eyes, "Soon enough, it'll happen soon enough, I'll just have Mr. Dixon escort me this evening," she made sure to say that last part loud enough for him to hear.

Daryl stops mid walk and faces them both, the look on his face was of complete annoyance. Sasha was not in the least bit hurt or put out by his mannerism or that perpetually annoying look that always seemed to be the face of Daryl Dixon.

Daryl purses his lips together and adjusts his weapons and maps from one hand to the next, "I'm sorry, what?"

"I was just telling Miss Brownfield since she was going to be indisposed that you should be the one to escort me to this pub this evening," Sasha explains.

Daryl squints his eye, "Do you see me having the time to escort anyone anywhere? Ask someone else."

"I will not," Sasha exclaims, "You are going to the bar aren't you?"

Daryl grunted a yes.

"Mr. Dixon, it is extremely rude not to escort a woman out and about in the dark for fear of her safety. Besides I asked you, I don't see anyone else," Sasha quickly replies.

Daryl sighs deeply.

'What in hell is her angle can't she just ask what plans I have this evening instead all of this,' Daryl thought as he looks around the busy ship and raises his hand to say otherwise, Michonne couldn't help laughing, this was all too much for her but turns it into a fit of coughs and gaze aimlessly away when Daryl frowns at her.

"Miss Williams, I have seen you taking the dead out from a mile away with that ray-rifle of yours, I have complete faith in you taking care of yourself," Daryl replies back to her and then began to walk away.

"Unbelievable," Sasha mutters under her breathe, she place her hand on her hip, "Dixon!" She shouts, "Do you want to go for a drink with me or not?"

"See how easy that was," Daryl says as he stops mid walk again and face them again with a grin on his face; "We leave at dusk. Be ready and dressed for the cold air, nothing fancy," Daryl eyes her weapon, "Jesus is better equipped and will give you something lighter but just as deadly."

Daryl turns back around but once again he is stopped by Sasha, "Oh my God, what is it now?"

Sasha makes a circle around her face, "You may want to wash up before we head out."

Michonne bursts out laughing but covers it with another set of coughing; Daryl responds by raising his hand in the air as he walks away.

Later that evening Michonne, was lazily opening and reading letters from home in her cabin, enjoying the scones Eugene laid out for her with her tea. She was on her third scone feeling a tiny bit guilty of relishing in the lemon drizzled almond flavored treat, when she glances over the parcel her mother sent her. Ripping it open, she picks up the letter attached to the invitation, skims over her mother cursive handwriting and frowns. She glances at the invitation with the detailed masquerade mask on the front and flips the envelope over. The invitation was being held by a tied ribbon. Michonne had to give it to her mother for being dramatically classy.

She had just spoken to her mother a day ago and not once did she mention anything about having a masked ball for her. Michonne knew it was yet another one of her mother's ploys to get her to marry and have children. She pulls the black satin ribbon apart and stops from opening it when she hears a knock at her cabin door.

Not bothering to look up as she already knew who it was, "Come in Rick."

"How did you know it was me?" Rick asks upon entering her room.

"You have a very heavy handed knock. You can try to change it but I will always know it's you; that and the way you walk too, that is also very heavy."

Rick rests all his weight to the right, "That's because I have places to go, necks to snap, dead to kill, love ones to saveand still be back here to see you."

'Oh he is good.' Michonne chuckles.

"The life of a leader," Michonne adds.

Rick observes Michonne at her desk, she had her well-toned legs up and crossed on her desk. The scone, he noticed, was half eaten on her plate. He briefly thought about the fact that Eugene is really spoiling her; he doesn't even treat Rick this good. Michonne leans forward to pick up her cup and place it to her lips. Sensing something was troubling her, Ricks walks further into the room, practically towering over her and asks her what is wrong. With the cup still at her lip, Michonne hands him the letter and the invitation.

Rick reads the letter, 'hmm this might be a problem' he thought. He hands the letter back to her and looks at the invitation and flips it over, the ribbon holding the invitation was open.

"May I?" he asks

"Go ahead; I have seen so many of her invitations to know that the dates would be sometime soon or soonish."

Rick confirmed it, "Oh yeah, it's pretty soon." He hands it back to her.

Michonne sighs and places the invitation back on the desk. "I'll have Jesus get me a secure line so I can call her and regretfully decline the invitation and then resign myself to that fact that I'll have to be reminded about it, among other things, for the rest of my life."

"You can still go, I'll have one of my men escort you, not Eugene!"

"What's wrong with Eugene, he is so sweet and his desserts are to die for."

"Just don't like how close he is to you."

Michonne talks to everyone on the ship; Daryl, Jesus, Abe, everyone and yet Rick chooses the guy that can soothe her sweet tooth to have a problem with. Michonne was also annoyed that he was giving her permission to leave his ship too. Michonne doesn't need anyone's permission to go anywhere and then for him not bothering to offer to escort her himself, was rude. She instantly felt bad for thinking that last part because this wasn't a holiday, but a rescue mission and obtaining documents that were rightfully hers, well her father's, but all the same.

Michonne places her feet on the ground, "Well, thank you so very much for allowing me to leave your precious steel chrome flying machine."

"Wait a minute, what did I do, I am simply helping you. What happened?" Rick was clearly confused.

"A masquerade ball happened," Michonne said.

"Your mother sounds caring, a bit overbearing but whose mother isn't. My mother is constantly under me about settling down. Every visit, she would express time and time again that one grandson isn't enough, how she was getting older and just about everything you can think off to guilt the hell out of me. It is always a joy to see Daryl squirm in her presence when she talks about him too."

"Our mothers should meet. Where is your father in all this?"

Rick laughs, "Hiding away in his study.

"Yes, my fathe is always hiding away too."

"Go, please your mother, have a good time and then come back. I'll make all the arraignments for you," Rick pauses thoughtfully, "Jesus loves those sort of things but so does Abe, you can go with either of them, hmm, maybe both. You know, just in case anything happens I'll have Martinez go with you as well."

Michonne shoves her gloves on then reaches for her sword and push herself off from her chair she was now facing him, "Rick!"

Feeling pleased and that more confident that he has figured everything out for her while still managing to keep her safe at the same time, Rick did not hear his name being call out for the second and then third time, "Hmm?"

"Would you please stop?"

Michonne could tell Rick was confused by the request and further explained, "Would you please stop telling me what I should do."

Then it registers on Rick's face, "I'm sorry. I forgot. I remember you saying something about you taking care of yourself. I know you can but hear me out, okay?"

Michonne says nothing and that was good enough for Rick to continue, "I promise not to tell you what to do after all this is over; I would love to take you but I am needed here and it would make me feel better knowing you're safe with a few of my men in attendance at your ball."

Michonne did not miss his reference to after all this is over; but for now, for the time being, she would just let him do this for her, this one time. She also found it endearing to know that he wanted to take her.

"Fine," she said.

Standing just arms length from one another, Rick notices that she has changed her outfit from when last he saw her; that morning, to be exact. Her goggles were rested comfortably on her head. He takes in the blouse and the very formfitting deep red corset tucked in her tight dark pants. He wasn't sure where her pants end and where her boots began; they were both dark and hugged everything beautifully.

"Going somewhere?" he asked

As a matter of fact she was going somewhere; Michonne needed a break off the ship so she had asked Jesus if she could join whatever plans he had for the evening, which was visiting a few friends at The Kingdom, the home of King Ezekiel. It sounding appealing to Michonne and Jesus said yes. She tells Rick her upcoming plans for the evening as Rick approaches her, standing mere inches from her.

"You know, I came here to ask if you would like to have dinner with me tonight but I think I may have missed my opportunity," Rick said.

For the past week they have always shared a meal with a big group of people, consisting of Daryl, the Williams siblings; the King and Jesus would sometimes share a meal with , thethought of the two of them dining together would be so nice.

"Oh."

"I am not going to say anything," Rick said with a small smile on his face as he raises his hand in the air, "I swear."

Yet he is still so close to her; she watching in silence as he ever so boldly removes both the goggles from above her head and the jacket that was draped around her arm and tosses them on the chair behind her.

'He is really good at getting in my space like that' Michonne thought as her senses were once again filled with everything Rick Grimes again; his nearness, his natural scent and aftershave. 'Wait a minute, aftershave', she thought suddenly; Rick had shaved and he combed his hair. 'Wow, how could I miss that? I had no idea.'

Michonne reaches out and gently caresses his clean shaven face. This was the first time she has touched him since that day of battle in the sky and it excites her, "It looks good, you really look good, younger in fact. I like it"

Rick inhales at the contact and he felt he wants to be as honest with her as possible, "And you are beautiful, Michonne. From the moment we met back in the foyer of your parents home, I wasn't sure how I was able to leave without crossing that threshold again and speaking to you,"

Rick hesitates for a just a second, "I felt I haven't seen you at all this week. I miss you Michonne," he says this while pulling her gently in his arms.

Michonne knew what was happening as she listens to each word that was coming from his lips. Rick was moving closer and lowers to her lips, noting the change in his breathing, it was both hot and heavy. His eyes kept switching from her eyes to her lips and back again. Rick was pressed right up against her now and she felt every inch of him, especially how hard he was at this point. Michonne closes her eyes and slowly exhales as she open her eyes again, the heat between her legs was beginning to pulse and she couldn't wait any longer, she wanted him.

He was about to say something so Michonne place one finger on his lips to silence him; her other hand were already playing with the curls at the nape of his neck, "Rick, what I want for you to do right now before you ruin it is to kiss me."

Rick smiles but doesn't give in to her request just yet; he is caught up in her beauty as he gazes in her brown eyes.

So it was Michonne to lean forward and kiss him on his lips. It was not soft or gentle, it was hungry and loud; Michonne's moan was the invitation Rick needed. With her mouth partly opened, their tongues mingle freely with each other.

Oh god, he thought, she tastes so good.

This was the kind of kiss they both needed; one with all of their senses being woken. Michonne's fingers were caressing the back of his neck and then once again entwined in his curls, pulling him deeper in the kiss. Rick was hungry for more as he closes what little space they had between them. Rick puts his weight all on her as he pulls her into a tighter embrace. He immediately reaches down and cups her ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he grinds into her. His prosthetic hand, having a mind of its own, was caressing up the lines of her back, its fingers playing with the laces at the back of her corset. It's been a while Rick has undone hooks and laces and contemplated ripping the thing off her.

He felt her legs wraps around him and Rick growls and breaks away from the kiss, both were heavily panting. Knowing exactly who and what he wants, he carried Michonne to bed. Rick did not slow down once he had her on her bed. Sensing his impatience, she stopped him, reached around her back and undid the ribbon herself. Once that was done, it was easier to remove her corset. After it was off, she reaches down to remove her blouse from her pants and lifts it over her head. Rick wasn't in the mood for finesse as he was nearly undressed himself; with his boots removed, he stood above her and slipped out of his pants.

Michonne was in the middle of kicking off her boots when she caught sight of Rick's naked and very firm body. Her eyes wandered over his form and stop at his erect dick. Rick was watching her too, from her taunt stomach to the raised nipples on her breasts. He looks up to see her watching all of him. She seductively bit the corner of her lip while holding his gaze and that sent him into overdrive. She takes her boots off quickly only to have him remove her pants for her. Rick lay down above her and gazes into her eyes; it has been a long time for him.

"Michonne, I am not going to be nice about it," it was a form of an apology but she didn't care.

"Don't be," she responded; she wasn't looking for nice either.

Rick pulls her closer to him and told her to wrap her legs around him, he inhales deeply, taking in her scent and prays that he doesn't finish before her. Michonne watches Rick's face heavy in concentration and she reaches up and place her hand on his cheek. Rick kisses the inside of her palm and with little adjustment Michonne felt him at her very center and closes her eyes in anticipation and bliss.