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Michonne let out a long-satiated moan as she tried to focus on keeping her left foot on Rick's left thigh as he entered her from behind. Both lay on their side. He entered her again making sure to hit the exact same spot.

Her passionate moan was soon followed by whimpers. Her eyebrows were creased, and her plump heart shaped lips now formed a quivering "o". More whimpers escaped Michonne as they both continued to stare unflinchingly into each other's eyes. Rick's right arm cradled Michonne's head and neck as he leaned down to share a passionate kiss.

Neither broke contact.

Rick moved in and out of Michonne slowly making sure to hit the same spot after each thrust.

His damp curls hung low and shook with each movement dropping trinkets of sweat as he did so. His deliberate slow pace became a thing of the past as he continued to enter her.

He didn't want to move quickly for fear that he wouldn't last long. The sensation of her grip on his manhood was almost suffocating, mirroring the sensation of their quicken breath.

He soon lifted her leg higher and moved in her quicker her tightness making each stroke addicting.

While Michonne had been actively holding on to what felt like her last shred of resistance towards fully embracing what they were currently doing and what it meant for them, Rick had already done so and currently had no interest in going back. After entering her his mind and his body understood they'd be sinking, they'd be losing the plot, and he allowed his heart to rejoice.

Rick let his glistening forehead kiss hers as he quickened his pace even more grunting wildly, breathlessly as he did. Neither broke eye contact.

Her pussy was so tight, and each stroke made her cream even more leaving Rick an unraveling mess. His actions were now primitive.

Michonne could barely think past the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing; the pleasure Rick was eliciting. Michonne's walls clenched at the thought as another long moan escaped her lips. Michonne was sinking and sinking quickly with each thrust

She couldn't move outside of what her body and primitive instincts deemed suitable. In a way she felt debilitated. Michonne let out yet another long feverish moan.

The look of pain graced her beautiful face while a look of anger housed his. The obvious truth being they were anything but.

Their speedy thrusts didn't quite match their already quickened breaths and those breaths were light years behind their racing heartbeats. Michonne clenched and involuntarily closed her eyes shut, her body began to spasm and shake as she found release.

He, like her, was lost in a swirl of primitive action and blinding sensations.

A look of pain adorned her beautiful features as a series of satiated moans escaped her lips, each detail contributing to the push that sent him quickly over his edge right behind her.

Breathing heavily, they stood in place (foreheads touching) as they attempted to catch their breaths. Rick spoke first.

"Hey…hey? Look at me." He quietly demanded. His request came out closer to a harsh whisper. Michonne pried her tear-stained eyes open and immediately got lost in his clear blue infinity pools. Those same pools softened as he stared into her big brown orbs.

"Stay with me…" he pleaded just above a whisper.

Michonne officially losing her resolve gathered all she could to respond with… "I'm with you"

Rick let out a long breath he didn't know he'd been holding and smiled bright as day.

He caught one of her many fat rolling tears on her cheek with his mouth, gently sucking and then kissing the same spot.

At that moment they heard a knock. "Ms. Maggie?" A drowsy Andre called.

Their eyes widened simultaneously before skating from left to right with alertness. Again, neither broke the other's eye contact. Rick quickly placed his hand over her mouth and then placed a finger to his lips signaling for her to stay quiet.

Finally breaking apart, survivors scrambled to their feet and got dressed in a quickness. Once dressed Rick opened the door slightly and slid out.

"Dre? You' lookin' for your momma?" Rick closed the door behind him and was now standing in front of Michonne's five-year-old son Andre.

Andre dubbed his eyes again and yawned and tried to keep them open. "Yes, she wasn't next to me when I woke to go pee and everyone else was on the floor except Ms Maggie and Glenn.

Have you seen her?"

"Dre you can't go wandering around by yourself, next time get Carl to come with you."

Andre's eyes widened and he stood up more alert "Yes Mr. Grimes, I'm sorry"

Rick looked down at Andre again, seeing the exact same eye's he'd just been gazing into behind closed doors.

He sighed, " It's alright." He looked around and said, "She's speaking with Ms. Maggie for a moment. She'll be right out. How 'bout I stay with you until she's done talking?"

Andre shook his head and turned around " Ok"

They both turned and walked away from the small room Rick had just exited. Michonne opened the door a slither and caught Rick and Andre walking away hand in hand.

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Michonne held her son and nodded her head slightly. She softly replied "Of Course peanut. Now, goodnight." Andre smiled and then closed his eyes; succumbing quickly to sleep. A rush of guilt washed over her as she looked down at him. How had they blurred the lines? How could she let them?

Suddenly Michonne was reminded of an obvious truth; Rick had become a father figure to Andre, he was a father figure to him. Whether she was ready to accept it or not. It didn't matter that they had known the man and his family for less than a month. No matter how much she'd tried to keep their distance; to set clear "survival only" boundaries they'd all managed to vacuum them into their stronghold of a family.

Specifically, the clan leader and his children. Andre and Rick's connection had been as effortless as her and Carl's. They were different but all fit and connected so well. It was foolish to pretend otherwise. Just as pretending she hadn't already been trying to find ways to make this course life easier for the miracle that was Judith grimes.

Their recent activities had only further highlighted the emotions she'd been keeping at bay.

And then there was Rick. She couldn't dive into the mystique that was they're connection just yet.

Michonne silenced her racing thoughts and pushed herself to find sleep as she settled in next to her son. Before closing her eyes, looking straight ahead she caught a glimpse of Rick.

He was sitting on the hardwood floor, his back against the furthest wall with a sleeping Judith in his arms. For a moment she thought she'd caught him until she realized that even though his head was bent down towards his daughter his eyes were looking up at her. It was almost as if he had already been watching.

He wore no smile, just a pair of intense ocean blues that bore into her as she laid there on the floor. The sight alone had Michonne weak at the knees silently pleading for the throbbing between her legs to cease. She sighed and finally closed her eyes.

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