A/N: If things at the prison would not have fallen apart - The stability would have allowed Rick/Michonne's relationship to possibly develop...

Poem: "Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope."Maya Angelou

Rated NC17

Michonne knew from the heat moving up over the back of her neck that he had returned to the room, she knew without looking that he would be staring at her.

She had felt him watching her more than a few times, but this time, everything felt different. This would be her first time away from him since they'd become a couple. Even though she had not left yet, she already missed him. Rick did not want to send Michonne on this supply run with Glen, Maggie, and Daryl, they were a couple and things were different.

But he had no choice, the group had voted. Neither was sure of who knew about them nor did they care. He wanted her to stay with him; she was the only one who kept him together. To him, the world was somehow better now that she was with him. Rick turned and thanked the wall silently for its support as his back pressed against it. The sigh slid out of his mouth thoughtlessly and for a moment, he closed his eyes.

He could almost pretend that she was still with him. Her scent, strong yet feminine, nothing obvious or common, lingered in the air.

He could still see the way she had looked at himself as he had attempted to explain, attempted to make her understand the jumble of thoughts, desires, wants, and needs swirling inside of his mind.

How could she comprehend what he was going through when he wasn't sure of what it was? He had not slept for days, he couldn't sleep, and all he did was worry about Michonne and hope she would return to him.

Eventually, Rick passed out from pure exhaustion.

Several days later…

She tilted her head to the side, her eyes flickering slightly as she admired him. Rick opened his eyes – he thought he was dreaming of her again. She was sprawled on top of him – every inch of her pressed to him earnestly. Her arms and thighs clutched at him. Her face was buried into his bare chest and he could feel her warm breath upon his cool skin. He inhaled and he could tell she had been out in the sun today. He could smell wildflowers, soap, and grass.

As he looked down, still lying motionless he could see her dark locks fanning across her shoulders and back. He trailed his fingers down her back, skimming the patch of skin between the bottom of her shirt and the waistband of her khakis. She shivered in response and moved a bit more deliberately, rolling her shoulders back and exhaling soundly. She pressed her cheek to his chest, her hair sliding off the expanse of her back and draping over his arm, soft like a silky caress.

Rick suppressed a groan. It was ridiculous what she did to him. His fingers pressed deeper into her flesh as he snaked his hands beneath her shirt. Another deep sigh and another deliberate movement, this time, the rolling of her hips, which dragged a purr from the handsome man – his hands fisting into claws around her curvaceous, yet small frame.

Michonne lifted her face to look up at him, sleep mixed with desire as she smiled at him, those lovely full lips of hers looked so soft and inviting.

Rick dragged her body upwards until her lips were level with his and he crushed her mouth to his, immediately swiping his tongue inside when she gasped at the suddenness of his movement. It took her but a moment to catch up, her lips and tongue moved against his just as eagerly, one hand sliding up to caress the side of his face.

"It wasn't this that I particularly had in mind when I came down here…" Michonne said breathlessly when she was able to pull away for oxygen.

"What was it that you had in mind?" Rick questioned and his lips curled teasingly, his eyebrows arching.

"I just wanted to be here when you woke up…" she opened her eyes and looked into his honestly." But then you looked so… comfortable…" she tilted her head, amused by her assessment of a sleeping half-naked sheriff. Michonne's plans of serious conversations and innocent intentions of simply being there when he woke up quickly derailed into passionate lovemaking.

They took their time – perhaps time they didn't have, peeling each other's clothes slowly away, kissing and touching every inch of flesh uncovered, teasing each other with hands, fingers, mouth, tongue, and teeth. Rick coaxed her onto her back, settling between her thighs as they cradled his waist lovingly.

One hand fisted into her hair, the other pressed into the flesh where the curve of her bottom met her thigh. Her dark eyes seized his adoringly as she reached with her fingers to touch his face.

When they finally joined it was slow and tender, unlike their last intimate meeting which had been so frenzied and desperate. There was no desperation now; there was the languid exploration of each other's pleasure and the basking in each other's love. His body felt like a live wire that only responded to pleasure, every part of him was aware and sexually heightened. She breathed deeply as he probed at her sex with his tongue; and rolled her hips instinctively, her legs parting wantonly. He lapped at her, purring contently, his thumbs drawing circles around her hipbones. She shivered and whimpered as he increased his pressure and her eyes rolled back with her pleasure when he pressed onto that little bundle of nerves. Her eyes rolled away from the ceiling and down to him as he moved minimally again.

He nuzzled into her navel kissing the soft flesh above her center. She smiled despite her dark thoughts, tilting her head as she watched the dim light play with the shades of his hair. She ruffled it back so she could see his face more as he trailed kisses across her stomach.

He nipped at the curve of her hip, his hands grasping around her thighs. With one last flick of his tongue, Rick hoisted himself up, coming to hover above her with his hands firmly planted on the bedding at each side of her head. His eyes were dark and stormy and he rumbled deep in his chest when she caressed the sides of his face and pulled him down for a kiss. He acquiesced, allowing her to tug at his lower lip with her teeth before she licked and teased slowly, mewling like a cat, the touch of her fingers feather-light and warm. Michonne felt the tight heat coiling low in her belly and she was on the edge of losing it.

Rick ground against her, hitting her clit and moving against it, and she screamed his name as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless.

"Oooohhhh, Rick!" Michonne pleaded, pouting prettily as he slowed their ecstasy to a maddening pace. He lowered his head to her breasts and licked her nipples before sucking one into his mouth greedily.

With every thrust, he sucked on her nipple harder, and Michonne couldn't get enough. She was tossing her head from side to side and bucking against him despite his pinning her hips into the mattress.

"Yes!" Michonne cried out at the deeper penetration. She was moaning uncontrollably as he fucked her without pause, and Rick growled deep in his throat. She sobbed and came hard and fast, her pussy clenching around his cock that continued to impale with speed forcing her tits to bounce enticingly all the while. Michonne let out a long and satisfied sigh as she came repeatedly, riding wave after wave of pleasure.

Rick's cock throbbed and his chest felt tighter than ever as he gazed at the object of his deepest affection. He was quickly losing control, and Michonne was once more nearing the precipice of bliss. He looked into her eyes and sat up and began lifting her petite body onto his cock, pumping again and again.

Michonne cried out and grabbed a fist full of hair, threading her fingers through his dark curly hair as he spilled into her pussy with a few powerful throbs. The only thing that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing. Their shared high from having just made love was so intense that every gentle meeting of their flesh sparkled with delight.

After their breathing had calmed slightly, Michonne collapsed on his chest and Rick wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. She tugged at his hair so he would look at her, and when he did she could feel in her mind and heart every word that swam in his eyes. With a deep breath, Rick pierced her eyes with his, an unasked question in them. Michonne nodded, also needing no words between them. She could feel his love, his possessiveness, his eagerness to fight, to protect, to rend, to kill.

And above all his willingness to love her with all that he was.