A/N:**~~~ Some of yall wanted to beat my ass for that last chapter lmao I told yall it would be messy so let's continue with that *wink* Sorry, it took so long and thanks for the new chap requests too. Glad to know there are eager ppl waiting. Hope you enjoy this one better. Thank you all for rocking with me and welcome to my new readers. Love you all!

~~12~~

"Rick, you overworked yourself this weekend. You don't even have to come in today. Reg and I have got it covered."

"Thank you, Morgan, but I'll probably come in late. Still got some things to finalize at the site with progress picking up. I've just got to take care of something first to clear my mind."

"You have to clear. Especially when being on an active construction site." His friend chuckled understandingly. "Take your time. See you later."

Rick initially started for the barbershop but realized it was the first weekday. He recalled surveying Michonne's appointment slots, and she was always unavailable that day. He checked the other barbers just to make sure and saw they were all blocked off, the shop was closed on Mondays. Therefore, his new destination locked in as he drove determinedly across town.

He'd hardly gotten any sleep last night. Scenarios of what he could do to rectify the stonewalling ran rampant making his attempts at sleep fitful. The most garish one was deterred by checks of the increasingly late hour and her son's presence. But another idea sent him seeking his discarded phone ready to dial Michonne's number as many times as he needed until she answered. But that would undoubtedly get him blocked. He wouldn't disrupt the one peace he had in the fact that she hadn't already done so. It had to mean something.

When dawn eventually arrived, it proved to heighten his impel. He needed to be patient a little while longer, he rationalized. A cleansing shower proved to surge his determination. With shut eyes as he shampooed and conditioned his hair, warm brown eyes plagued him. Rick ignored as best he could his body's response as he bathed and rinsed off. He'd done enough last night. Well, evidently not by the looks at it.

Even though he had time, Rick hurriedly toweled off then slipped on boxer briefs and black faded jeans. In his closet he contemplated what shirt to put on before spotting his washed-out denim button up. Whenever he'd worn it, he'd receive compliments on how it brought out his blue eyes. He slipped it on wanting to use every weapon at his disposal in his quest. Socks and his trusty boots went on before he jogged downstairs.

Grabbing his jacket and keys, Rick departed his home. An earlier text conversation with Carl to say 'Good Morning' informed him that Lori had indeed dropped their son to school. The communication also indicated what he already knew, school had begun- therefore Andre should have departed too. There was only one person he had to worry about, Rick thought as he drove. And honestly, he could give a fuck right now. But he didn't want to stir up further mess for Michonne. Her husband had done a good enough job on that end. He wouldn't add to it for her sake.

And luckily for Rick, he didn't have to wait long after parking down the street from her home. The man in question skipped down the steps of the townhouse a little too jolly for his liking. He watched Mike head for a BMW and he snorted at the ostentatious vehicle. It made sense after witnessing his arrogance in the barbershop. There must've been something there for Michonne to have fallen for this asshole in the first place. But he didn't want to dwell on that, so he cut the engine and watched Mike pull off.

Rick hastily climbed out of his car, once the vehicle had cleared the area, and crossed the street. Each step up the staircase had his heartbeats picking up but his stomach flattened out once he rang the doorbell. He'd come here ready to pour his heart out but now he couldn't remember any of his practiced words. His fingertips nervously tapped at the side of his leg and his balance teetered. But then the door opened.

In a comfy lounge set consisting of a soft pink tank top and matching shorts, Michonne's dark skin radiated against the pastel color. Her facial expression was one of surprise because her eyes popped open, and she tottered back a little. But she quickly recovered, stepping forward in her pink fuzzy slippers yanking Rick by the shirt in the front door.

Her grasp of him wasn't to be perceived in any other way than stressful. This wasn't an 'oh my god I'm so happy you are here' snatching, but a 'have you lost your mind the neighbors could see you' grabbing. But Rick in his desperation welcomed any touch she provided and lurched in.

Her eyes gawking at him in disbelief after she slammed the door closed. But Rick casually took in the visage of her absolute beauty. It was still morning and even while vexed, she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever laid eyes on. His decision to show up unannounced had already been rewarding even if it ended in him being cursed out.

While he waited for her to formulate her words, he casually glanced around letting her know he was instantly ensnared in the palpable energy raging between them. All alone in an entryway, once again. The same sentiment reflected in her eyes. He knew Michonne was thinking about the last time they were here. And by proxy, at his place. Her chest deliberately rose and fell displaying her struggle to pull in calming breaths and remain annoyed. But she managed it somehow after a clarifying step back.

"Are you crazy? My husband could've been here."

Rick tried not to let his jaw flex at the mention. He'd already become accustomed to her conjuring him up when she was trying to resist the pull to him. "I just saw him leave."

"What? How?"

"I parked down the street." Rick responded matter of factly and Michonne tilted her head.

"What are you stalking me now?"

Rick wanted to be offended but this was a little stalkery especially after all he done and plotted from last night. "What am I supposed to do when you won't respond to my texts. You didn't answer my call. You sent me to voicemail."

"Uh, how about you take that as a hint." she rolled her eyes, but Rick was all out of pride and shamelessly argued his case.

"Carl told me he saw you the other day, during after school. That you were slipping out into the parking lot… to no doubt avoid me."

His tone was accusatory yet pained. "I thought we were going to try and be friends?"

"Yeah, because that worked so well for us the first time." she snickered at his foolishness and his lips set, upset that parting ways seemed easy for her.

Michonne knew her flippant attitude was upsetting Rick, and it was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to comfort him but that would of course get out of control. This spark between them grew in intensity from the heated discussion and any consolation would come off as encouragement.

The night Rick tried to kiss her right here, she had secretly hoped he would return and ask again. She never would have imagined her showing up to his place unannounced was what would push them past the edge. A barrage of their sinful acts relayed ways they could work their current frustrations out. It was heady and assertive at his home. But the charged energy they carried now could make it rough and …

Michonne needed to get out of the threshold for the memories it was rehashing in her. She had to cease the carnal developments and walking further into her house ignoring her core activating was her only option. Prompting Rick into helplessly following was what she expected. But she didn't hear booted footsteps behind her.

Michonne glanced back to figure out what was keeping him at bay. Then instantly her skin heated under his salacious unabashed ogling. His blue eyes darkened while traveling the distance up her long, exposed legs. Her ass rebounded easily under the soft material of her shorts and his eyes were glued to each cheek. The way he watched her hungrily nearly overpowered her and her inner walls quaked, her steps faltering when turning to face him.

Defiance her only weapon or she'd end up on all fours once again. With her arms folded over her chest, she squinted at him incredulously. Michonne instantly knew this distance made things way worse. Now, she had to watch Rick stalk towards her. His legs impossibly curved as his feet lazily swung out with each step. He amped it up with a swift lick of his lips so her knees almost buckled.

Her fortitude was nearly shattered as he hesitated in with how close he wanted to stand to her. But he ultimately moved in closely, just leaving a space between his body and her crossed arms. Glancing at her heaving bosom, she wondered what he'd do next. But instead, Rick's head pivoted looking around for what she didn't know at first. He had been in this portion of her home before, his investigation threw her for a loop.

Then his eyes zeroed in on the couch with dissatisfaction. Of course, he'd gone through his own messy marital issues and a sofa had no doubt become a resting place. Michonne realized Rick must've assumed Mike had been relegated to the same fate. If he'd seen it covered in sheets with a pillow and a blanket a couple days ago, he would've been a bit more at ease.

"Is he back? Staying here?" Rick glanced at the staircase and his head tilted in irritation.

"You have some nerve to ask me that when you have an entire girlfriend."

"I do because you told me too. But I want to know, is he back in your-" Rick couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. The thought of Michonne physically with another man all be it her husband infuriated him.

Michonne's hands dropped to her hips. "Why do you think you're entitled to know anything about my life?"

"I'm not entitled. But I'd prefer to hear the truth of it from your mouth."

He looked to her lips that she involuntarily bit out of nervousness. His jealousy was such a turn on. She had to rapidly counter this yearning bubbling up in her core.

"You want some truth. Well, you should know that we only fucked because I was being petty to your girlfriend."

Rick didn't even seem flustered by her statement. He had expected it. "You and I both know that's not true."

He stepped into Michonne's personal space now that her arms were down, their hearts pounding. "Eventually it would've happened. I wanted it to happen. And so did you."

Michonne's breath hitched, and her breasts heaved. She needed to get some space and air. His closeness coupled with his scent was clouding her brain. Her temperature rose. She stepped back and retrained on dissuading this folly the only way she knew how.

"Mike is making progress and wants to work on our marriage. So yes, he's back home."

Rick huffed and his jaw flexed but still he grasped at straws. "If we can't be friends then can we go back to being barber and client. You don't have to cancel my appointments…"

Michonne shook her head negatively and Rick eyed her with saddened disbelief.

"What… what nothing?"

"I- I can't be around you."

When his eyes returned to hers, they reflected the fire that she was trying to extinguish in her own. The simple answer she offered wasn't going to be enough, Michonne realized when his eyes returned to her mouth. He licked his lips, probably remembering the taste of her. Her inner walls were constricted when he moved in closing the small gap she'd just made.

"Why?"

Rick noted that Michonne didn't move away allowing him to watch her bosom heave. Each rise beckoning for his cock to stiffen. He didn't advance but listened to her heady whisper.

"Because…"

Rick leaned forward, his lips hovering right above hers. "Tell me why?"

"It was supposed to be just once. That's what we said." her voice coming out on a hushed breath.

"I agreed because I didn't know yet."

Her eyes questioning as they searched his. "You didn't know what?"

Rick leaned in to take a deep inhale from her neck raising all the tiny hairs on her skin. She thought he'd pull back but instead she could feel his breath tickling towards her ear.

"That I would crave you. That just one taste wouldn't be enough."

Michonne whimpered from his confession.

"I'm consumed by thoughts of you. By night, you haunt me. In the morning, you make me rise." They both glanced at his crotch with hard swallows.

"During the day you guide me. You led me here."

"I replay the scene of us in my front entrance every time I come home and leave out. It brings me the sweetest satisfaction, but it reminds me of what I'm missing. Of what I missed. All the places I didn't get to kiss you."

Rick moved back fractionally. His hand raised to point a finger at parts of her body. "I want to kiss you there… and there."

Her delicate neck, the mounds of her breasts, her flat stomach and lastly and most surprisingly her knees. They nearly folded at the prospect of his soft lips against them.

Without a single word, Michonne slowly reached out, grasping Rick's denim shirt. He silently observed her shaky fingers undo each button then slip the material off his shoulders. He wiggled, helping her slide it down his arms. Once the garment dropped to the floor, she reached for his belt and began to tug it loose.

Rick looked at her working to free it and chuckled victoriously. He was thrilled to see that he still had a libidinous effect on her. Her running was some attempt to nullify him not being out of her system either. Their sex haze continued to cloud her mind too.

Michonne stepped closer tilting her head, moving in wanting to suck on his lips. But Rick didn't lean in to meet her. She looked up tensely because she knew he wanted her, the bulge in his pants was very telling.

"I can't promise that I won't want you again after this."

Michonne panted because she was caught in the right now yearning for him to put his lips where he'd pointed. But she also understood what he wanted to make clear before they proceeded.

"I don't want you to ghost me again." he chastised her.

"I- I won't."

Rick cockily grinned then looked to the first place he indicated on her trembling body.

"Can I?" he softly placed the tip of his finger there, leisurely tracing over the goosebumps dotting her skin.

Michonne knew Rick was asking a deeper question. He wanted to have access to her pleasure without fear that she'd deny him again. Fear that she'd prevent herself from having what he could provide. She hadn't fucked Mike since discovering his last infidelity. She didn't trust him to not bring her a disease. And the thought of being intimate with him reminded her of what he'd done. It nauseated her to know he'd done those things with other women. Thus, she reasoned that she needed this. Her body needed release. An escape into greedy desire.

"Yes, Rick."

He didn't need an engraved invitation. Before Michonne could fully tilt her head, the tip of his tongue traced a course along her neck. A hungry groan erupted from inside Rick, he was finally being fed. His lips sucked at the same places he'd just licked while her fingers weaved up into his curls, starting from the nape of his neck. Michonne muttered against her very will when his teeth scathed her throat.

"You can't leave a mark."

Rick wanted all of her, but he understood what this was for now, so he'd respect her command. He was careful when he made his way to the other side of her exposed neck. His hands tipped her head to grant him the access he wanted. She tasted better than he remembered. But he also wanted to know if his memory of how she felt was altered.

Cupping her ample ass, Rick lifted Michonne's feet off the floor. Her legs immediately opened wrapping around him, pressed her warmth against his throbbing dick. Once again, she was being carried this time deeper into her home. With his mouth off her for a moment Michonne realized how much she couldn't wait for its return. How she'd been kidding herself with these attempts to foist him off. She wanted him so badly that she didn't even question where he was taking her. She just wanted to get there so he could feast on her again.

Rick hadn't been in her dining room, but it was just off the kitchen and that was their destination. A long, heavy mahogany table sat at the room's center and its edge is where Michonne was placed. Her skin was electrified as she watched Rick back away from her. He pulled off his boots and socks before making eye contact with her. Leisurely unzipping his jeans, teasing her until she quivered with anticipation. Michonne needed something to do so she started to pull her tank top up.

"Don't."

She nodded in the affirmative, but her lips parted as she dragged in oxygen to counter her swooning. His assertiveness would be her end before it even began. The prospect of him undressing her was steadily approaching and she could feel herself growing even wetter. But Rick casually slid the straight leg jeans down until he could step each leg out of them making her want to scream.

With his boxer briefs still on and the bulge prominent, he finally came to her. Michonne expected a lip lock instead he panted in her face displaying him needing a moment before it even commenced. His fingers eased up the ends of her shirt revealing her brown skin inch by inch. She promptly raised her arms, making him grin at how eager she was. But Rick wanted to take his time and he moved the material gradually until her cleavage came into view. The tops of her mounds smooth and plump over the cups that struggled to contain them. Salivating, he acted a bit faster getting the shirt off her arms. Tossing it allowed him to put his arms around her frame before she could drop hers. Her body arched towards him when his fingers found the hooks at the center of her bra band.

Skillfully freeing all three hooks, Michonne sighed when his hands gathered the clothing. Gliding the removal as he touched the skin of her back and sides. With her arms back down, she extended them making it easy to pull the brassiere away. Gently, Rick did just that. Sluggishly exposing the brown domes until the deep dark peaks came into view. His warm hands immediately after discarding the hinderance tenderly grasped them from the bottom. Letting the heaviest part rest in his hands before his thumbs circled her buds. Already peaked, they grew more pebbled while Michonne whimpered.

"Lay back."

Taking herself out of his hands wasn't what she wanted to do by any measure, yet she followed directions. Her legs naturally lifting with her ass at the edge of the table, still wide when Rick ran his hands along the bottoms. Michonne thought she was already buzzing but when his tongue contacted the surprisingly delicate skin behind her knees, she shook. The unexpected eroticism confounding her when he switched to the other leg tickling her, so her clit was envious. He continued this until her toes curled and hands grasped the sides of the table.

Her breath held in when Rick moved in dipping his head against the apex between her legs. Her shorts were in the way, but he knew where his target was, and he latched on. Smiling when Michonne groaned, and her knees tried to trap him. The dampness collected in the cloth and his mouth added more. He could remain there all day breathing her scent in but he her breasts called to him. Wiggling up above reminding that he'd made a promise he intended to fulfil. A quick stop at her stomach to suck at the taut skin that retracted from his lips only to roll back up with her inhalations. Rick wanted to bestow her with all the pleasure he could. She wouldn't be able to run from him again even if she tried.

Up her torso, he advanced allowing his cock some satisfaction pressed against her pussy even though two thin layers blocked them from truly connecting. But he swiftly opened his mouth, his tongue nearly dripping saliva before he lapped at one nipple. His hand dexterously pinched the other causing Michonne's back to arch from the table. Their muffled moans coalescing when he swapped to repeat the process on her other breast. Rick loved her grinding into his thumping cock, and he noticed she did it more when he nibbled at her Hershey kisses. She enjoyed a little pain with her delight therefore he increased the act. Sucking in between to provide her breaks to exhale but her hands grasped the sides off her head, and she flailed.

Rick recognized what was occurring as he hungrily licked, sucked and nipped, she was going to cum. He wanted it for her so badly that he slurped while her eyes were unbelievably searching the ceiling for understanding. Her pants grew and her body jerked against him rapidly as she chased it then suddenly, she yelped.

"Shit!"

Michonne vibrated and deftly pulled Rick's mouth from her chest, she couldn't take the sensation anymore or she might pass out. Her orgasm startling from just the stimulation of her breasts. She didn't know what she'd gotten herself into with this man. But just as quickly she was ravenous for more, she needed to feel him inside her as her muscles clinched. She grinned at his smug face while she lifted to wiggle down her shorts. She was glad when he moved back permitting her to do so. He was just as rapidly unleashing his engorged manhood from his boxers.

Michonne knew her furniture was sturdy, and she scooted back letting Rick know it wouldn't buckle under his weight. Between her legs he climbed kissing her raised knees making her giggle. But once Rick hovered over her the fire burned amongst them. The first time Michonne purposely turned over for doggy style knowing that missionary could engulf them. But here they were eyes locked as though this was the first time. His lips were parted as he glanced at her beneath longingly, waiting for her consent.

Michonne slowly reached for his thickness, being reminded of its heft when her hand possessed it. It made her drip knowing it would soon open her back up but from a different angle. Guiding the smooth head to her slit, both hissing at the connection knowing it would only get stronger. Her entrance slippery so she had to direct as Rick lowered. The initial thrust caused murmurs, but they pressed on to fully link.

His blue eyes though deepened with lust shined from above, locked on her warm brown ones twinkling from the muted sunlight entering through the curtains. Their mouths ajar overcome with the satisfaction to be had while pushing in deeper. The stretch welcomed with a pull of her muscles and her hands on his lower back. Her leg in his arm moving it up and out to penetrate fully. At the hilt, they both paused to savor the feeling, their bodies smashed together. Michonne enjoyed the weight of him covering her while their lips teased at the kiss they had yet to share.

Finally, Rick rolled his waist in a circle. Not fully pulling out but getting further on the return. When Michonne gasped at the new sensation, he sucked at each of her lips. Once his tongue dipped in, he started the roll of his back creating waves that breached her wanting pussy. Each time, she whimpered into his mouth fighting for reciprocity. Her waist moved up to meet his and her hands went to his ass to spur him on. Her moans and groans matched his. And Michonne was never happier to have polished the table, so her body had slip against the surface.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Michonne whispered with a moan.

"I know." Rick panted as they kept thrusting. "Doesn't that make it better."

"Ahh. Yes!"

Every plunge, she tightened to squeeze him so his movement would waver. Michonne enjoyed that she could throw him off balance. She had the same effect on him as he had on her. It was only their second time, but she knew it would make him even more rapacious and he proved her correct when he picked up the pace.

"Rick." She sweetly moaned in between fevered kisses while her fingers weaved in his hair.

He wanted to switch to another position, perhaps have her bent over the table but Rick couldn't. He relished in getting to see her face in the throws of passion. Her legs raised and wide open allowing him to propel in ball deep. But her internal push and pull was timed perfectly with his movements. She was impossibly tight when he bore into her, yet she clasped him on his withdrawals again and again. It was getting hard to hold off, she was too good.

"You feel so good." He had to admit aloud.

"You too." she managed to get out with a tremble in her voice.

And Rick knew this was his chance, she was almost there. Her advances grew erratic, and he leaned down to suck at her breasts. Still tender from his prior work, Michonne immediately jolted. But Rick kept on slathering them with his tongue until her hands came to hold them up for his mouth's easier access. He sucked while she cried out pounding into her faster. When he'd swap to the other breasts she'd play with her own nipple. Rick was enraptured when the heels of her feet rested in the small dips in his lower back.

"Oh, Rick. Please. Please."

He needed her to cum, right now because he wasn't gonna make it much longer. His ability to fight back was ceasing when she begged. But he needed to witness her culmination this time. Face to face. Rick moved back after two more sucks of her nipples, his body still pumping. Their bodies were damp, his hair was wild when he locked eyes with her.

"Are you gonna cum?"

She nodded her response to him, but it wasn't enough. "Chonne… I want you to cum for me."

Suddenly, Michonne bucked under him before she grabbed his back, her nails digging in. A fresh gush encompassed Rick's dick making it even more unbearably hard to maintain. But he continued on wanting it all. Her shudders intoxicating while they dragged him to his end.

"Fuck!

"Fuck!"

They both shouted as a new wave hit Michonne and the first came for Rick. Them ending together was everything. The spasms taking a hold of them causing them to yelp at everyone. Gasping for air, they finally slowed to a stop convinced they'd drained one another fully. His exhausted weight collapsed on her like a blanket. Drowsy from the unexpected release, Michonne grinned thinking of how she tried to palm off this man. Her plan was shot to shit the minute she dragged him into her home. He looked too good in that damn blue shirt.

Rick had caught his second wind and rose to look at her. Seeing her grin, he smiled too. His hand came to her cheek and gently caressed it. Before he could think properly, he spoke.

"How'd I get so lucky finding you?"

Michonne couldn't help but laugh and Rick joined her too. Because they both knew the answer to that question. Yet neither of them felt any guilt at this moment. They were just grateful to have had this experience again.

Rick slowly began to pull out of Michonne so she slightly winced. "You okay?"

"I'm okay." She smirked before Rick carefully climbed off her table.

He extended a hand to help her down after she scooted to the end. The pair stood nude and unashamed before one another until Rick pulled her to him. Michonne beamed and tipped her head up to kiss his lips. Starting off sluggish and sensual it began to pick up when tongue got involved and hands began to roam. Michonne pulled her head back before it could get too intense.

"What are we going to do?" she asked because she was still trying to figure it out.

"Every time we tried to walk away from this, we somehow ran back into one another. Always a coincidence or a welcomed surprise. I'm tired of leaving it to chance." Rick countered.

"But our situations?"

Rick gazed in her brown eyes, finding himself caught up in the overwhelming feelings he had for her already. "I know this is wrong but, I'll have you in any way you see fit. For as long as you say."

He watched as Michonne pondered something before she laced her fingers with his. "How about for right now, I can be a… friend you can keep."

"Friend I can keep?"

Michonne chuckled. "No. Friend you can keep."

Rick stares at her confusedly while she pulls him towards the doorway, stopping to grab her discarded clothes. "I think we both need a shower."

His cheeks dimpled when he looked at Michonne in amazement. He'd come here to plea for a chance to just be in her world and not only had they had sex again but now she was offering him another opportunity while they bathed each other. He really was lucky, he snickered grabbing his items as they headed for the bathroom upstairs.

At the foot of the stairs, it finally hit him. Rick laughed devilishly and Michonne turned to see he finally understood what she'd meant, she giggled.

"Friend U Can Keep. F.U.C.K."