~~9~~

"I'm telling you this is a ploy to destroy the black community."

The shop occupants all sighed dramatically and comically at Oscar's declaration.

"Man, what are you talking about? It's a card game." Noah's face scrunched up.

"That's what they want you to think." Oscar put down his clippers, tapping numerously at his temple before he explained.

"Historically, we are very serious about certain games."

T-Dog revealed his gap tooth smile. "Historically?"

"Yes. Dominoes, Spades, even Taboo."

A round of umm hmms chorused to go along with the head nods.

"You might have a point." Tyreese waited to see where this was going.

"If you create a version of a beloved game without any rules like with Show em No Mercy, what do they expect?"

Noah countered not seeing the argument. "We were already making our own rules."

"But now, imagine you call Uno. You've got your last card ready to go out of the game on the very next hand. But someone stacks you with every draw ten in the deck!"

"There are draw tens?" T-Dog's jaw dropped.

"The original draw twos and fours. And now sixes and tens." Oscar clarified and everyone gasped.

"I'm almost out and anything more than a four gets thrown out..." T-Dog looked around for cohesion. "We tussling."

"Exactly!"

The occupants of the shop, barber and customer alike uproariously laughed. Enjoying the humor that would arrive in the place of business from the most innocuous subjects throughout the day. It kept everything fresh, so the stylists looked forward to coming to work, no matter what the circumstances of their lives involved.

But the laughter abruptly died down after the door opened and they swung to see who'd entered. Oscar was trying to work something out in his head and decided to share.

"Has gentrification finally hit the Southside?"

They all burst out laughing once again because a blonde, white woman stood before them.

"Man, go back to cutting ya'll client's hair." Tyreese snickered before addressing the new arrival. "Miss, can we help you?"

She was quite fidgety, yet determination was blatant in her disposition. She'd come in with a purpose. Looking around the place in her dowdy and ill-fitting sweatshirt and jeans before she responded.

"Is there a female barber here?"

"Oh, yes. Do you have a hair appointment?" Tyreese smiled assuming she'd come in for the salon treatment in the back. Or perhaps after a momentary glance, a much-needed revisal to her style.

"No." she stated shortly. Ty was taken aback while his suspiciousness rose. And a quiet fell over the business when the buzzing of clippers temporarily halted then picked back up.

"Then what can we help you with?"

He eyed her stepping cautiously forward, ready to get to the bottom of things. His senses were tingling while he waited for her answer. But before she could deliver it the back area door opened and Michonne stepped out.

She immediately understood the mysterious woman's presence had shifted the energy in the room. Everyone pretended to be busy with their work while listening to see where this was headed. Michonne could also tell that even though he addressed her, Tyreese did so with trepidation. It prompted her forward to take over.

"Can I help you?"

The woman whose face seemed familiar had the nerve to scowl after she looked Michonne from head to toe. Her expression also gave off prior recognition. Yet Michonne couldn't place her before she answered her polite question with a startling question.

"Do you know Rick?"

An uncomfortable rustling began because everyone knew when anyone asked that kind of question, in that tone something was afoot. They could all assume the reason this lady had entered now. There was no need to wonder anymore.

But Michonne kept her face unaffected because she alone knew exactly who the visitor really was. This wasn't the first time a client's girlfriend or wife had been thrown off by a woman cutting their hair. Yet this seemed like a standoff, and she accordingly raised her chin, keeping her body relaxed.

"I do."

The unexpected guest's chest rose and fell in a huff, clearly upset that her presence alone hadn't thrown the woman she sought a crumble. She just stood there dumbfounded making Michonne grin.

"Now, how can I help you?"

"You are the only female barber working here?"

Again, the shop occupants rustled, because they knew there was one thing Michonne couldn't stand. And that was anyone who referred to women as 'females'. It came off in the pejorative no matter how they tried to spin it.

"The only woman, yes."

The interloper attempted to stand taller to convince her audience of her confidence. But the trembling in her voice made it fall flat. "I- I just wanted to check out the little shop Rick was momentarily enamored with."

Michonne knew what the girlfriend was trying to do. Convince any assumed competition that Rick's attention was fleeting. That it always returned to her, then they may back down and leave him to her. She obviously didn't know that much about hers and Rick's interactions. Because even though nothing had actually occurred, she'd definitely throw out something concrete instead of attempting to paint him in a damaging light. Because why would she want to hold on to him, unless it was mainly about the win.

Michonne remained posed, keeping her mouth shut, waiting for further unnecessary ramblings. Nothing physical happened between her and Rick therefore she didn't need to battle. She didn't have time to ponder the emotional aspect between her and Rick right now.

"I usually cut his hair, but suddenly he hasn't wanted me too anymore." Michonne smirked, irritating the woman into a huff then a puff.

"Rick told me he was coming to a place on the Southside. I was curious. Naturally any woman would be interested in the places her boyfriend frequents when the plan is to be engaged."

Michonne snorted at the raised stakes, thinking the extent this woman was willing to go was hilarious.

"I think any person confident in themselves and their relationship wouldn't need to visit the haunts of their significant other just because, if a marriage was on the horizon."

Indignance was now rearing its ugly head. "Was? It is on the table. I should really call Rick my fiancé."

"Fiancé?" Michonne breezily asked.

"Yes. We are pre-engaged."

Pre-engaged?

What the hell was that even? Michonne couldn't help her face from scrunching up in amused confusion. She almost cackled but managed to contain herself. This woman came here with a plan to foist off a woman she deemed a threat to her relationship. And now that she couldn't get the upper hand, she was flustered and saying every and anything. Grasping at straws.

"What does that even mean? Pre engaged? Either you are or you are not?"

Michonne smirked, trying to hold back a giggle watching the woman turn beet red.

"It's really none of your business."

"It isn't. But you brought it up."

This kind of petty occurrence was not something Michonne partook in. Anytime there was an apprehension from the partners of her usually male clients, she'd assuage their worries rapidly. She made sure both parties knew any perceptions of anything beyond business were false. She was a professional and not on the menu.

In fact, if Rick's girlfriend wouldn't come in with a different attitude, she might've taken pity on her. Afterall her man was preoccupied with an appeal to someone outside of their relationship, enough for her to notice and be concerned. Michonne knew what that felt like. It would've been easy for her to end the questioning because even though Rick and her were clearly drawn to one another, it wasn't going anywhere. That point being the reason she decided to finally let her off the hook.

"Look, I'm just his barber."

The blonde eyed her skeptically then quickly recalibrated. With a lift of her nose, she glanced around again before giving Michonne another once over.

"Yes, there was never anything here for me to be worried about."

Inside, Michonne was building steam, but she didn't show it at all. She would never in front of this woman. Instead, she watched this broad about face and strut out of the shop as though she'd garnered some victory. The shop remained quiet until she walked far enough to clear the windows. Then a chorus of expletives erupted as they turned to Michonne knowing she was on fire.

"Mich, shake that shit off. Don't let her get in your head." Ty tried to calm her rising temperature when she pulled off her apron, balled it up and slammed it in her chair.

"You know there's nothing going on between you and Rick, right. So, what does it matter."

He watched her pull out her phone, noting that she didn't answer the question. "What are you doing?"

"I'm canceling my next appointment."

"For what?"

Michonne glared at him, and all the men returned to their tasks not wanting any smoke. "I need to cool off."

And that she did because the more she thought about the encounter, the angrier she grew. She was pissed that she'd given this woman grace and she responded with a nastiness that was uncalled for.

"Okay, you should go in the back and-"

Michonne grimaced at Tyreese, and he knew she had to step out. The energy she was producing could blow the roof off this building. He raised his hands in surrender.

"Take your time. Let me know if you need me to cancel another one. Or take a client for you."

"I'll be back."

She grabbed her keys and started for the door, passing T-Dog who hesitantly spoke scared of receiving her ire.

"Just be careful with that one."

"Why?"

"If I'm not wrong. I think she's the daughter of Councilman Ridge."

Michonne couldn't give two shits about that, but she nodded to acknowledge that her friend was looking out for her.

"I'm not going to do anything stupid. Just get some air."

"Okay."

Michonne charged out of the shop and headed straight for her car. She jumped in, started it up, looked for traffic clearance and pulled off. She wasn't sure where the hell she was going but she just drove. Putting the windows down, allowed the wind produced by her vehicle's motion to whip in her face. It was having a cooling effect, but her mind still raced.

Rick having a girlfriend was one thing but her showing up at her job to confront her was another. Topping that with being a nasty person was what took the cake. The look she'd given Michonne was something she'd encountered throughout her life. A predicated perception that they were somehow better than her. It could be due to a few things but one stuck out.

Michonne snorted knowing that superiority complex was completely unfounded from the lust filled way Rick observed her. Even though they weren't going to act on it, he obviously found her attractive. Rick was beyond handsome himself, and she wouldn't have begrudged anyone with him for staking their claim. Fighting for a man's affections wasn't something Michonne could ever see herself doing but to each their own.

The self-professed pre-fiancée had taken it a step too far. This was about the increased drama being brought to her already complicated life. For a man, she wasn't even involved with no less.

She had to confess to being in circumstances with him that crossed boundaries. Part of that was also on Rick, being that her circumstances were a lot different than his. And yet Michonne knew she still had some nerve using the separation as an excuse when she was still technically married. And planning on working to restore it to a past, happy phase.

But it wasn't about their respective relationship status' right now. They'd seen they were going too far, cutting it a little too close. They each had the wherewithal to pull back. Nothing happened and Michonne stood firm on that being her reason for being this upset. She just needed to clear her mind, so she drove on with no destination established.

Michonne's anger had dissipated somewhat. But when the confrontation snuck back in, she'd become pissed all over again. She had every right to be. But had to put that to the side when she realized that she had driven clear across town.

Trying to figure out her exact location so that she could start heading back to work took precedence. Figuring by time she returned she would have simmered all the way down. She strained her vision to see the upcoming street while stopped at red light, a few cars back from the corner. She was just able to make out- Alexandria Street.

The numbers six and ten flashed back to her without warning. 610 Alexandria Street. The light turned green and the cars ahead of her started to proceed. She etched forward until she was at the corner. And before she knew what she was doing she made a turn to head down that street. Rational thought told her to go back to work. But in its place, she looked at the numbers posted on the homes to make sure she was going in the right direction. And she was.

It was a long shot because at this time of day, work was where the average person would be. But alas... she spotted his car parked in the driveway of a quaint craftsman-style cottage. She didn't know what she was doing as she smoothly pulled into the space right in front. She had no reason to hide because she was simply coming to give him a piece of her mind. It was only right that she lay this burden at his feet, have him handle it and then she could depart. Easy.

Michonne cut the engine and climbed out. Her remaining irritation driving each footstep on the curved path to the front door. After going up the three short steps and landing on the porch, she didn't hesitate in ringing the bell. Then she swiftly followed it up, knocking at the royal blue door to relay urgency. But she didn't wait long before the door opened fully.

"Michonne?"

Blood pumped wildly through Michonne racing to her core. She didn't respond because she was too busy gawking at the specimen before her. A bare and not overly muscled chest. Strong and toned arms. And flat abs lead to an exposed adonis belt making her mouth suddenly water. She had to swallow to keep from drooling on the porch.

Rick looked to have just gotten out of a shower because his long curls hung damply as though she'd caught him in the middle of drying them. Her eyes couldn't help but roll downwards to the only clothes he wore. Grey pajama pants. Hanging low, comfortably loose and slightly thin displaying his bulge. The swell that she now knew was much more hidden by his jeans whenever she saw him.

Michonne stammered and Rick looked past her unsure what was going on when she didn't immediately answer. He was obviously in shock and so was she.

"What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Are the boys-"

It took a moment for Michonne to regains her wits, recalling why she drove across town like a mad woman. This sexier vision of him nearly made her understand why that entitled woman had run up in her place of business. But not quite.

"You are pre-engaged?" her tone accusatory even though she had no right to be concerned about that aspect of this issue.

Rick scrunched up his brow. "What? Pre-engaged, what's that even mean?"

"You tell me." she folded her arms, her eyes blinking rapidly.

"Where did you hear that from?"

"From your pre fiancée I'm guessing."

Rick was stunned, looking at her with genuine confusion. "Jessie?"

"We never got around to exchanging names."

"What? When?" he teetered his balance between his bowlegs and Michonne felt a jolt but tried her best to ignore it.

"She just traipsed into the shop to announce it to me not long ago."

"Wait, what!?"

Michonne nodded while he digested the information, trying to remain furious with his toned and damp physique shouting at her. Then he made it even harder to withstand.

"Come inside. Please."

Against Michonne's better judgement, she entered his home. She only took a couple steps thinking she didn't want to go too far. But instantly regretting it when memories of the two of them in her entryway came flooding back. She contemplated walking further in but decided that could be even worse. Instead, she watched Rick close her escape hatch and pad over to her with his bare feet.

She wasn't into that sort of thing but something about his, with this whole half naked setup was working for her. She briefly wondered if it was akin to men liking women to be barefoot and pregnant. But she didn't have time to dwell on that when he addressed her complaint.

"I don't know what would possess her to do that. To say that. I'm sorry she did." Rick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"She told me a friend saw us at the ice cream parlor the other day. I thought I dissuaded her from any fears but obviously, I didn't."

Michonne looked at him and he couldn't figure out if she believed him or not. And he desperately needed her to trust him. He didn't want their whatever this was to end over this kind of interference. Being more forthcoming was the only option.

"Look, our relationship could've been headed in that direction but… I'm not sure if it is… anymore."

Anxiety filled Rick when he was still met with silence. He needed her to tell him which way she was leaning because his heart pounded from worry.

"Michonne, I'm not engaged. Or pre engaged either."

He watched her nervously, figuring she was caught in a pensive mode. It had to be a lot of information for her to take in after all of this happened, out of the blue. But she didn't say anything, just stared at him. Looking at him slowly from head to toe making him remember his state of undress. Her eyes made the trek back up and he wondered what would come next until her stare became… salacious.

There was a reason he'd chanted to himself about not being alone with her. He feared for his own sanity but now he was seeing the same was true for her. The air thickened from want to as her brown eyes traveled the length of his bare torso right down to his exposed v-lines. Rick was enjoying her visually roaming his body while he returned the favor.

Combat boots on her feet complimented her casual look. A crew neck, crop band tee was under an open button up shirt, tied at the waist. The way it sat still gave tiny glimpses of her abdomen, turning him on. Her usual work jeans were replaced with black leggings, similarly to the day in the supermarket parking lot. Where one could tell her ass was plump even from the front.

But her face as usual was the biggest draw. Again, he marveled at her beauty made more visible with her faded haircut. Her eyes were lidded, making them all the more pretty as they revealed a scandalous message shared between them. But her lips, heart shaped, full and soft, called to him.

His chest rose from his heart rapidly forcing blood through his veins. Its path became clearer when her eyes landed on the emerging prominence in his pajama bottoms. Rick remained still as he could, waiting until Michonne ultimately stepped in closely.

"Good." she sluggishly licked her lips before making eye contact again. "Because I have thought about this."

Michonne reached up to gruffly grab the curls at the nape of Rick's neck, pulling him into a fierce kiss. He unquestionably acquiesced, one upping it by slipping his tongue into her wanting mouth. His quick hands palming her face to get the best angle.

They were both strong individuals, each wanting to have control. Both battled, pushing one another back a few steps before the other would overtake again. Their lips struggling for the lead. Mimicking their hands that were now toggling between the hold and groping at the others body. Not knowing exactly where they wanted to begin while simultaneously wanting to cover it all.

Michonne was a force, but she was being pushed backwards. She stepped with it, allowing this man the welcomed chase. But before she knew it Rick had her feet off the floor, her legs separated, and her thighs wrapped around his waist instinctively. The thumping of his engorged cock beat at her needy door causing her to groan in his mouth. His barefooted steps taking her to a place she didn't care to know as long as she got a piece of him to fulfill her uncontrolled desires. She wasn't sure what this was for him, but perhaps she only needed this hunger fed.

"Just this once."

Michonne pledged during a minute pause in their fevered lip lock, unsure if it was for her own sake or his as he carried her backwards. The long entryway table against the wall being the designation, made for a short trip.

Used as a sturdy resting place for mail upon entry into Rick's rental home, it was completed with a set of decorative bowls. His keys and the bowls that contained them were roughly swiped to the side by their owner creating a clatter on contact with the tiled floor below. Yet it didn't stop the intense sucking the pair was doing with each other's lips.

Rick heard what she whispered. Prior to this moment, he was thinking there was no shot at this ever, after their disclosures. But here he was cupping her thick ass, sucking on her swirling tongue and grinding his cock into her heated pussy. He could only oblige her wishes. Understanding them satisfying their yearnings at all- would have to be enough.

Rick placed her on the table pausing to make electrified eye contact. "Just this once."

He agreed before tilting her head to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin of her neck. She somehow managed to shake off her boots and they too thudded on the floor. Rick's hands traveled to the elastic band of Michonne's black leggings stretching while she lifted. In his haste, he realized he'd grasped her panties as well. But no matter- they too blocked his terminus.

And down her legs he pulled then pushed them both out of the way. The full descent required to yank them all the way off halted when Michonne yanked his hair, pulling him back for another tongue twisting kiss.

His hands squeezing at her outer silky thighs before journeying in between. The emitted heat warmed his hand before it even made contact. They both groaned, him from the slick wetness already present, her from the tempting sensation of what was to come. But it was more than a tease, his digits exploring just the way his tongue was in her mouth. Finding her pearl pronounced was a prize in itself, but Rick yearned for its full engorgement. His thumb quickly wiggled against it, so Michonne pulled her mouth away to pant forcefully.

His eyes were locked on her hooded ones when he found her entrance. He needed to see her reaction as he slid two fingers in. And he was not let down when her mouth dropped open, but her waist thrust forward. She wanted him to go deeper, and he did too. Plunging his fingers in all while moving that thumb. Michonne gripped the edges of the table helping her to meet his hand.

Rick's cock was bouncing, tugging at the thin material of his pajamas. It wanted out but it would have to wait its turn, his tongue was up next on the agenda. This curling of his fingers was just a preview.

He begrudgingly removed his hand, swiftly sticking his fingers into Michonne's mouth. She clamped down sucking her creaminess making him jealous. His dick jumping again but he fought to ignore it even as she grabbed his wrist so she could lick his digits clean.

"Fuck." he moaned as she seductively looked at him before finally letting go.

Rick seized the sides of her legs. "My turn."

He promptly wrenched Michonne forward so she was right at the edge of her seat before he dived down. Her brown goodness centered with pink, mirroring one of the chocolates he'd gifted her. And he knew she would be equally delicious.

His lips wrapping around her clit and when he latched on, she thought she'd ascend. His eyes remained on hers. She figured he wanted to learn exactly what got her there, but he also liked to watch. It made her cream even more while fighting to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head. It was titillating to see him going to town on her. Thankful when he released her jewel to lick around her slippery bends because she was nearly ended with that one move. His slopping told of how much he loved it. Hungry for the taste of her. Rick's tongue entered her, drawing more down and out to coat his mustache and beard.

There was only one issue, Michonne's leggings and panties stopped her legs from opening wider. Rick was reluctant to move away from his meal, but he paused, leaning back. Just long enough to hoist her bound legs up, proving she was flexible. He went under so he was once again between her sexy thighs.

Michonne was stunned, her knees were bent so her still imprisoned ankles rested behind his head. It made for a blissful trap for Rick. And he was right back to being ravenous. The flicks of his tongue increased to work with the follow up sucks. Michonne gave in, trusting the table would hold, releasing it to weave her fingers into his hair. She rocked her pussy into his face triggering his facial hair to scrap deliciously at her subtle skin. A mix of pleasure and pain seemed fitting for this indecent act.

Rick almost painfully held her leg open wider quickening his stiff tongue. Michonne's heavy sighs letting him know she was near, and he finally clasped her clit. Sucking hard made her legs shake violently. Just as suddenly she bucked, and her legs went limp. A fresh gush of her honey flooded out and Rick dived to lap it up. He didn't want to miss a drop when her body twitched chaotically.

"Fuck!"

She still jerked when he kissed her inner thighs, much to his enjoyment. Then he carefully but swiftly climbed from between her wobbly legs. Taking a moment to finally remove her leggings, cheeky panties and socks. But then he didn't waste time, standing to pick her up again. Her eyes unbelieving yet sated as he carried her away from the wall.

Somehow, he'd succeeded in getting them both to the ground, right there in the hallway. Michonne on her back while he kneeled before her, his facial hair glistening from her juices. He reached down smoothing a hand over his prominent bulge and Michonne knew she was in for a time. His blue eyes denser with expectation before she reached for the drawstring of his pants. They had teased one another for far too long already, she decided. Pulling the band loose, she dug her hand in, grasping his impressive girth making him hiss. Rick's hands joined her free one to yank at the material setting him further free.

"I didn't expect-"

He looked down at his cock in her hand. Having heard her gasp at the veiny thickness now displayed, he grinned. He didn't know what she expected but she had definitely found out. Pre-cum spurted out when her hand moved up and down his shaft. The head pink and smooth causing Michonne's mouth to water even more. She'd already felt it pressed against her but didn't imagine the heaviness. And she was more than ready and evidently, he was too.

Michonne was trying to convince herself this was for spite but now she was being honest—she wanted Rick from the beginning. Just one quick fuck to get this out of her system was all she required. But she wanted it her way and gently released her hold on him to flip over.

Now, on all fours, she looked over her shoulder back at him. Rick was a bit shocked by the maneuver but also overcome by the gorgeous view. Her plump, mahogany ass cheeks up and parted for him. Her pussy upside down made him thirsty again, but his dick was growing painfully hard. Seeing her anus wet gave him ideas but he didn't want to overstep. Michonne twerked her ass as a mating call while nibbling at her bottom lip. A unique way of beckoning to him.

Rick swiftly removed his pants and moved in close. His hand wrapped around his dick directing it in rubbing his sensitive tip in her remaining and renewed nectars. Michonne murmured on contact and pushed back impatiently.

Rick wanted her badly too. A lust was created in him from the moment he set eyes on her that day, he couldn't deny any longer. And here he was slicking himself at her soaked entrance. He leisurely pushed to get the head in, already knowing she'd be tight. Her walls relaxed for split seconds before clamping down, drawing him in further.

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

They both shouted the deeper he ventured. This stretching was just what Michonne needed, she hadn't known. He was opening her back up and she hoped to be able to contain herself after. But Rick was to the hilt, and she exhaled to prepare.

"Is that good?"

"So good." she moaned when he slid out to start the erotic plunge again.

Over and over, he drove into her wet pussy while she bounced back. Michonne's palms firmly pressed against the flooring to not only withstand the impact but throw it back also. They soon found a rhythm to match their rushed breaths, but each kept increasing their speed.

Their bodies now crashing at a frenzied pace, making a contact echo. Rick dug his fingers into her waist, drawing her back forcefully converting the slapping impact into a personal musical note. A new volume of succulence dripped down to his balls. Michonne was inconceivably wet for him making it harder to withstand. Her seductive moans combining with his engrossed and fevered pants.

The central air kicked on to cool their sweat dampened skin, but they persisted. Arching of Michonne's back set on a new responsive course that slowed Rick's strides. She smiled devilishly back at the rapture plain on his face. His eyes closed while wavering in the rhapsody visited upon him. But he remembered their tussle for dominance at the start and he wouldn't let up. Not now when he could feel her growing slippery even as her inner muscles spasmed. He raised one leg to put his foot on the floor, using the new angle to piston into her harder. Faster so the wind was knocked from her lungs.

"Shit, shit, shit!" she repeatedly yelled on each full thrust where his balls slapped at her clit.

Rick flipped his damp curls back bucking into her wilder still. If this was his only chance, he would give Michonne all he had. He bit his lip when she started to tremble, unable to propel herself back as rapidly. Her movements disjointed allowing him complete control. He made sure each stroke was right there, right at the place that made her most vocal. He'd found her spot.

He didn't dare change the course and was abruptly rewarded with a gush of cum surrounding his dick. Michonne's inner, constricting pulses played morse code on his cock. The spasming beat was perfection and he couldn't hold back any longer. A few additional thrusts had them coming apart together. A slew of expletives thrown out for each wave that overcame them.

Rick yelped from the continued pussy pulses pulling the cum right from him. His head was dizzy from the euphoria. Meanwhile, Michonne panted through the shudders. Each one new and concentrated, marking her orgasms as multiple. Her skin tingled and she felt alive in a way she hadn't in a very long while.

The space was quieter now, making their required sucking in of oxygen the only sounds to focus on. Michonne's limbs were undeniably shaky. She needed Rick to dislodge before she collapsed. He must've understood and slowly withdrew. They flinched at each inch being pulled out for it threatened to undo them both.

Michonne was just able to carefully turn over, granting herself the time to recuperate. Leaning back slightly to rest on her hands and extending her legs from being locked in doggy position was just what she needed. She realized then that she was still clothed from the waist up while Rick was fully nude.

Clothes, boots, ornamental bowls, his keys and hers were thrown around everywhere. All in the entryway of his home. It had all happened in a rush. They both glanced shyly at each other having now caught their breath. Unsure of what to say after what they'd done.

But in a remarkable move, Rick crept between her open legs. Michonne watched, wondering what he was about to do. She wasn't sure she could handle any more climaxes now and retain the ability to walk when it was time to leave. However, he hovered above her. Locking his sparkling blue eyes on her dazzling brown ones, seeking a renewed connection.

"If this was really… just this once." he whispered. "Can I?"

Rick looked to her lips and without thought Michonne leaned forward to meet his. This lip lock was the opposite of their first. No, that was heated and hungry. Full of desperation and carnality.

This kiss was soft and leisurely. Consuming and tender. It was a chance to make this moment together last for a few more. Because they both understood that it had to come to an end.