A/N: A/U- Rick and Michonne are both hesitantly out with friends... The night starts out normal for these two strangers until they encounter one another...

Rated - PG-13

Song: I Need You Tonight -By INXS

So slide over here
And give me a moment
Your moves are so raw
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know

I need you tonight
'Cause I'm not sleeping
There's something about you girl
That makes me sweat

RICK POV

The first decade was good. It was the last two years that I've been living in hell. The divorce was ugly, long, and drawn out for over a year. All because Lori wanted everything, all of my money, my house, and my son.

And she got it...That greedy, selfish bitch went in for the kill...And she won.

I'm bitter, and I can admit that. But it's not for the reasons everyone thinks. I don't care about the money or the house. I'm pissed because this whole messy divorce has my son all fucked up. My ex is doing a fine job mind-fucking him into thinking I'm a bad person. I miss my son and I feel empty without our time together.

Right now, I living in my best friend's man cave of an apartment duplex with nothing but the clothes I packed up when she kicked me out. Thank god I have a good secure job or alimony and child support would be kicking my ass in the dirt.

My best friend Shane has been the sole witness to my bitter sulking and wanted to cheer me up, so tonight I'm going to a meat market with the self-proclaimed ladies-man. The occasion was a celebration of my divorce being finalized after fifteen years of marriage. I'm supposed to go out tonight as a free and single man. I know, Shane means well, but I'd never go to a place like this. It's dark, the music is way too loud and everyone looks stoned or too drunk to have a decent conversation.

"I can't believe I'm in here." Rick frowned. He wished that he had driven.

Shane clasped Rick's shoulders and steered him to the bar.

"Two beers!" He was all smiles and nods.

The bartender handed Rick and Shane their drinks and Shane paid for them. Afterward, Shane led Rick to an empty table, all the while he was eying a busty blonde so his sudden abandonment was not a surprise. He watched his friend saunter up to the scantily clad woman and started dancing scandalously with her. Rick shook his head and took an ample swig of his beer.

He scanned the club and immediately a woman caught his eye. The stunning woman was making her way to the dance floor, the way she walked, one foot in front of the other, cat-walk style. Rick had to remind himself to breathe. Her thick hair was a rich shade of mahogany, the way the lights shined down on her smooth skin gave it a rich healthy glow. Her eyes were deep and sultry, framed by long lashes, with her full lips and high cheekbones - she seemed the picture of perfection.

When she smiled at him his entire world sighed with contentment.

MICHONNE POV

Maggie has no idea how bad her idea is. Drinking and dancing were not going to make the pain and humiliation of a horrible breakup go away. Mike was my foundation and now my foundation has crumbled. I'm broken and it'll take a bulldozer to pick up the pieces.

How do you go on after walking in and seeing the love of your life having sex with the nineteen-year-old neighbor?

My cheating fiancé believed I was on a path of destruction and his penis would meet its demise by the sharp blade of my priceless katana. In blissful substitution, I took to destroying everything he owned with said katana. As an established lawyer, I know violence is not the answer, but damn, it certainly gets your point across. His cries fell upon deaf ears as I watched my mind exit my body. In a fury-filled trace, I sliced, I diced and I destroyed everything he owned in our apartment. My rampage scared the shit outta him and that little skinny whore too. Both of those subhuman sonsofbitches ran out of my apartment with my sheets covering them, grateful to still have all their appendages. The police were called, but no charges were pressed.

I moved in with my wise, sassy southern belle mother temporarily. Her advice is, 'When you are going through hell, keep walking.'

So here I am.

"Michonne!" Maggie Greene happily appraised her best friend from head to toe. "You look hot!"

Michonne smiled, proudly looking at her reflection in the nightclub's reflective glass window. Dressed in a designer, white strapless mini dress, and sleek white three-inch stilettos, the heel of the stylish shoe is gold, and her hair is up with gold hair clips and big gold hoop earrings to match.

"Thank you, Maggie, I love your little black dress, and the highlights in your hair are too cute." Michonne smiled at her best friend, trying to ease her nervousness as they moved closer to the entrance; the line becoming longer behind them. She'd been to Club XS before, but that was for Sasha's bachelorette party.

"You can never go wrong with a black or white mini dress," Maggie replied confidently, sensing the tension, she engulfed Michonne's hand into her own. "Relax Chonne, tonight you are just a woman, not a power attorney."

Michonne raises a perfectly arched eyebrow at her, "A power attorney..." She chuckled. "I'm simply the voice for those society chooses to silence."

"See that's what I mean." Maggie giggled, "Just let go of all that. Let's drink, dance, and be happy."

"I think I can do that." Michonne decided. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself that thought.

The girls found a spot at the bar and slid into the stools, they ordered their favorite, lemon drop shots, and lemon martinis. Only thirty minutes after the girls downed their cocktails they were being offered another lemon drop.

"It's paid for by the guy over there," The bartender said and pointed to an attractive scruffy face man at the end of the bar.

Both ladies turned in that direction. Maggie's eyes lit up as she held her shot glass to him and downed it.

With a flirtatious wink, he mimicked her actions with his beer. Not a second later the guy got up from his seat and approached them. Michonne thought he was cute, but his smug, overconfident smirk was a turn-off. Maggie, on the other hand, was rapt by his cocky approach.

"Hi, I'm Daryl and you are stunning." He leaned against the bar eyeing Maggie from head to toe.

Maggie giggled.

Michonne gagged.

"Wanna dance." Maggie offered.

"Hell yeah, baby." Daryl agreed and they were off, leaving Michonne alone at the bar.

Michonne downed her shot.

I'll be damned if I'm just gonna sit here.

The dark-skinned beauty stood from the bar and as soon as she did, the two shots and the drink started to work their magic. She felt warm, a nice mellow buzz. She licked her lemon-flavored lips and used the rhythm of the music to carry her to the dance floor. The room pulsed with the vibrating of the music in the club and she ended up in the center of the dance floor.

That's when she saw him. A gorgeous man sitting all alone with a beer grasped firmly in his hand. She wondered how long he had been watching her. He had noticed her the moment she stood from the bar.

Drawing each other's eyes in, admiring each other in the most primal way, the two perfect strangers were engulfed in pure, stark animalist lust for one another.

Rick reminded Michonne of a hungry lion stalking his prey and she wanted to be devoured by him.

Rick watched the sensual goddess unblinkingly as her beautiful expression reflected those of sex-filled thoughts intensifying his desire for her.

Never has a woman had this kind of effect on him...

Slowly she looked down at her own magnificent body, her chest heaving, she touched the swells of her pert breast, enjoying the way her own body felt. Her hands slid down to her tummy as she began to move her hips in a soft, circular motion. She turned her body slowly giving Rick a view of her perfect ass. With her back turned she glanced over her shoulder, enjoying the heat of his glare on her.

He watched her ass rotate in that short dress that barely covered the swells of her shapely toned thighs. The response was immediate, he instantly became ridged underneath his blue jeans. To Rick and Michonne there was no one around, and Michonne felt free to drop her inhibitions and threw all caution to the wind, intensifying the sexual tension in the atmosphere.

Suddenly, the all-familiar firm hands on Rick's muscular shoulder could not have come at a worse time.

"God damn it!" Shane slurred his words. "Let's go, man, before I get into trouble." He hiccuped.

Fuming mad Rick could have spitfire. He tore his eyes from the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Shane was barely holding himself up and being the friend he is he grabbed his friend by the arm and hooked it over his shoulder.

"Let's go," he grumbled. Rick cast his gaze back to the dance floor but the beautiful woman was gone.

He scanned the bar but did not see her. Rick replayed every moment, every inch of her glorious body was etched in his mind. That sparkle in her eyes when she looked at him would never go away. He wondered if he'd ever see her again. What is her name? Where is she from? He questioned if the beautiful angel dressed in white was even real. Rick went to sleep knowing he'd dream about her.

And he did.

Michonne had watched a man stumble over to her handsome admirer. She stopped dancing and tried to think fast. But before she could decide whether or not to beckon or approach him, Maggie stumbled over to her.

"Perfect timing," Michonne grumbled.

"I'm sooooo drunk." Maggie giggled. "I think Daryl is gonna get some tonight."

Michonne sighed in absolute frustration, rolling her eyes at her intoxicated friend, she knew it was her duty to get Maggie home before she did something she'd regret. She pressed two firm hands on her friend's shoulders and steered her towards the exit.

"Let's go party girl." Michonne looked back in the hot mystery man's direction, but he was gone.

"Damn," She cursed herself for letting him just disappear into the crowd.

That gorgeous dark-haired man with the brightest blue eyes, the handsome stranger who made her feel seductive, allowing her to nurture and release her sensual spirit. She'd never forget him. She'd never forget that night.