A/N Hey lovelies! Sorry it took so long for this update. I've just been having a little trouble pushing this where I want it. I just wanted to skip to the greatness that is Richonne. But... for the sake of the storyline, I had to do this chapter first. Forgive me, there is not any Richonne in this piece of the puzzle, but there will be soon! Without any further babble... I give you chapter two of Red As Sin...

Lori watched as her husband paced the floor of their bedroom. She thanked the heavens above that Carl had been asleep. Thankful that he, unlike his parents, was a heavy sleeper.

"Rick, sit," she patted the space on the navy blue comforter gently.

Her voice was steady. Very low. There wasn't a need for more tears. No need for more pleading. It had been a month since their night at that… place. The place where her heart had shattered into tiny pieces yet again. That same night she watched Rick make love to a complete stranger with more gusto than he had ever given her. As long as she watched him pump into her, effortlessly, with aggression, then care-even a playfulness, she couldn't watch a second more as pulled out of her and flipped Michonne on her stomach.

That was something he and Lori had never explored. She had to admit to herself, she was partly to blame. She had never been an adventurous lover. But still, she thought her and Rick were just fine in that department. Until that night anyway. They hadn't had sex since months before then. He didn't feel right after what she'd done to betray him, and now… now she finally felt right with what he'd done.

But it left her empty. It left her wondering if Rick had felt the very dullness in his heart when she had confessed.

Lori felt the bed slump beside her and she pushed herself up on the bed so that only one leg was dangling from the queen sized bed. She gave a half smirk as her and Rick met gazes. He saw that her gesture of goodwill failed to meet her eyes. As much as he wanted to comfort her, it just wasn't fair to her.

"I won't fight you on this, Rick. We ended long before I came up with any foolish ideas to get you into a damn swinger's club," she chuckled bitterly.

"Lori… I just… What about Carl?" He questioned.

His eyes were dulled with the thought of how his son would take their split. He was still so young. Just ten. Old enough to know you didn't talk back to adults. Old enough to know to open a door for a lady. Old enough to know to take your hat off in the house. But he was still that little boy that wanted to be just like his dad. That little boy that clung to his every word like it was the greatest treasure he'd ever seen. Was Carl ready for a divorce?

Lori's shoulders sunk at the thought of it. She'd gone over this a billion times. There was no way to soften a blow this big. He wouldn't like it. Not one bit. Maybe he'd hate it. But it was something that was going to happen. Something that had to happen. Too much had taken place. Things that couldn't be undone.

"We'll tell him together. As much as it sucks, he's heard things at school. You know he has. About what I did… What Shane did..."

RIck's jaw tensed at the mention of the best friend he'd lost. But, the husband knew his wife's words were true. He'd heard the gossiping while he was at the stables, at the diner he'd take Carl to on Sundays. He was the talk of the town seven months later.

"Yeah. I.. I know. It's just," He exhaled a shaky breath while pinching the bridge of his nose, " You're right. This really does suck."

Lori chuckled and her tears finally broke free.

Rick pulled her into a one armed hug, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He squeezed her arm tightly, letting her know he'd always be there for her. Even if it wasn't romantically. They'd put entirely too much into their relationship for it to end so pettily.

And she knew as much. She knew he'd always love her. Just not the in the way that would make him stay. Not in the way that she wanted. That would have to be okay.

Michonne slid her fingers into the jet black curls below her. Negan's tongue swirled between her slippery folds with precision. Every flick of that heavenly muscle had a purpose, and she felt in her spirit. As her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her pleasure filled moans rushed from her lips, she thought back to the days before all this. A boyfriend in college, Mike, had been obsessed with Lil Wayne. He was from his hometown, New Orleans. While she understood his connection, she still didn't quite understand it. He'd play his albums all day. One song in particular baffled her entirely. Pussy Monster. She felt the smile grown on her face as she opened her eyes to her lover work between her thighs. The Pussy Monster really did exist.

That familiar wave struck like lightening, and her toned thighs clamped his head in place. Negan pressed his mouth against her swollen clit, and he sucked it, like a straw slurping up the last bit of an Oreo shake from Potbelly.

"Fuckkkkk," Michonne hissed as she came undone.

He moved his attention to her hole, dripping with the dessert he'd worked hard for. Michonne could take forever to come sometimes. Not that he minded. He could stay between her legs all day. He had done just that on many occasions.

She was never unsatisfied with head from Negan. It was remedy to anything that ailed her. Horniness. Stress. Anger. Rick.

Rick.

Negan began sucking at her lower lips, ready to make her gush again, but Michonne tugged his hair gently. He jerked from his comfortable position on a pillow in their shared office.

"You done, already?" he smirked.

That tease of a grin was still as sexy as ever-that left dimple dented as deep as her love for him. It used to make her shiver. Make her drop her panties at any moment of the day. And her essence decorating his beard and lips, well it made her heart race. It made her body heat. But something had changed. She had changed. She wanted to blame it on him-say he'd lost his touch. But they both knew that wasn't true. She wanted to blame herself at the very least, but she wasn't too sure what she was feeling was bad.

Rick.

That night. That one fucking night, and she couldn't stop seeing those rainy day blue eyes of his.

"Mich," Negan whispered as he disappeared between her thighs once more.

She blinked repeatedly, ripping herself from her thoughts.

"I… gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be back," she said quietly.

She pushed the leather lounge chair-one that she'd seen in Sean Maguire's office from Good Will Hunting, she'd been occupying back, and stood in her naked glory. She headed to the adjoining bathroom with Negan's eyes glued to her jiggling ass.

"Hurry up, would ya?" he teased some more.

She smiled over her shoulder. When she stepped in and onto the cool black tiled floor, she closed the door behind her. Her smile dropped just a little. It wasn't him at all. She'd met Negan Woodridge her first year at Tulane University. She was a dance major with a minor in theater, and he was friends with one of her classmates- he was visiting home briefly, while he took a year off to travel. He rode a motorcycle without a helmet on the weekends; and he drove a black Chevy that looked like it belonged in a glass case. He'd always been charming-goofier back then, but it was never overbearing. Confident. Always had his eyes set on what he wanted. And he knew he wanted her, even if she didn't know herself.

There was no sweeping her off her feet. It was just… passion. He made her admit what she tried to hide. He made her see, that want-desire, wasn't something to be ashamed off. He opened her up. And she loved him for it. For a while there, she thought she was in love with him for it. But…

She looked at the phone she'd left on the counter of sink- the place they'd began their afternoon sexcapade. She walked toward the marble countertop, and picked the device up. She didn't recognize the number flashing across her screen. She slowly swiped the icon to the right.

"Hello," she answered lowly.

He heard the voice clear his throat.

"Michonne?"

Her heart skipped. That southern drawl gave her flashbacks.

"Rick?"

A/N P.S. I want to thank you guys so much for all the love, the reviews, the follows, and oh my goodness the favorites! It makes me warm and fuzzy, and I appreciate it more than y'all know. Please keep supporting.

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