A/N: Inspired: Tumblr..."I heard Rick has a weak pull-out game."

Song: The System - Don't Disturb This Groove

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RICK POV

With the door closed every pretense falls. The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to fuck each other's brains out. The simple touch of her hand leads me to move in ways I never learned but know so well; they engulf my senses and steal away my worries. At that moment I am only alive in the present, all thoughts of the past and future melt away.

"Close your eyes," I say, my lips, the ones that really didn't want to smile tonight, creep into a grin.

"Okay," she says and closes her eyes, she trusts me completely. And then she starts humming. I think that's the theme of the game show Jeopardy. She keeps on humming until I take her in a bear hug and kiss her. I swear this woman is an expert on keeping my heart beating, without her I'm sure it would simply stop.

"Open your mouth."

"Rick you better not..."

Suddenly, I'm laughing so hard, I can't stop. I never even thought of that...

"Seriously Chonne, open up..."

She reluctantly relents and I watch as her beautiful mouth opens slightly. I stare at her plush lips as I place my surprise into her mouth. If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, the lips are the same thing for the body. They are softness, passion, and the promise of the sweetness to come.

I wish I could get her the artisan chocolates from a fancy Chocolatier like Godiva; I love those little hand-crafted and decorated candies with flakes of nuts and white chocolate drizzles, their shapes are organic rather than cookie-cutter perfect squares and circles and they come in a gold box. This is just a package of Hershey's, obviously from a regular supermarket. I break a tiny square from the plaque and place the broken piece on her tongue. I found a whole box of candy in pristine condition yesterday; I took one pack and gave the rest to Carl. He'll be King of the Kids if he can find some gram-crackers and marshmallows by nightfall.

"Mmmmm..." Michonne purred her approval and I was so relieved - I felt like a bouncing ball.

MICHONNE POV

Before the door even closes Rick wraps his arms around me from behind. His right hand drops to my thigh, pulling up the rob that hangs so loose just above my knees. I couldn't move even if I tried to, it's like his fingers had short-circuited my mind in the best possible way. He turns me around, his eyes searching mine. I smile and kiss him back as he knew I would. With my lips, I feel his mouth stretching wider than it should, fighting between grinning and kissing. We've done this so many times and it keeps on getting better.

"Close your eyes..."

I do so without hesitation. I love surprises and yesterday's supply run was a success, and I figured he'd have something nice for me.

"Open your mouth..."

"Rick you better not," I warn. He's laughing so hard now, I'm not sure what to think. If he did, it wouldn't be the surprise I was expecting, still, I wouldn't object. So I keep my eyes closed. He places something hard on my tongue, but it's not that. It tastes sweet yet a tiny bit bitter. As I move it around my mouth, it slowly melts, and the taste gets even better. A small moan escapes my lips as I finish the delicious sweet morsel that can only be compared to nectar and ambrosia, the delicacy of the gods.

"Oh, I love chocolate!" I beam and swallow the melted piece of heaven.

"Want some more?"

"Just one more." I nodded my head coyly and fought away the grin. He was so happy his surprise pleased me. All he ever wants to do is make me happy.

"I've got something else too." He whispers and I emit a tiny gasp when I note the familiar glazing over in his eyes.

It's like I've just enchanted him, ensnaring him with my gaze. I toss my hair onto my back and rest my hands on the bottle of wine he's holding out to me. I sense him squirming with desire from here and then the scent of his cologne drifts in through my nostrils, a scent I'm quickly becoming addicted to. I admit it - I'm addicted to Rick; I feel safe because I know he's equally addicted to me. He pops the cork and pours us both a glass of Merlot, the aged liquor reminds me of blackberries and butter, it's dark, and rich and coats my tongue thickly before flowing down my throat. Some things are too good to have just once. After two glasses, I felt the buzz and my body became a live wire. He inspires me with a touch of his hand; his eyes said what words could never say. I felt transfixed at the moment, lost and speechless by his mere presence.

"Rick Grimes..."

"Yes, Michonne." He responds, his cerulean gaze captures me and I almost forget what I was going to say.

"...Tonight, I'm in control; so you be a good boy and do as I say. I'm gonna drive you crazy, then stop, then do it all over again until you beg me to finish this. Even then, I won't. I'm just gonna do every naughty thing to you until your mind and body explode."

At that moment I saw something stir in him, it took over, possessing him. Normally Rick was all logic, cool detachment - until now. The rest of his world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of his mind. The only thing that matters is touching me more. We kiss, savoring each moment, lost in a heady trance of passion. His kisses are long and deep, I let out a high-pitched moan as I gasp for air.

Every kiss has such raw intensity. He tried to be gentle with my clothing, not to rip my robe apart for the second time this week, but he did it anyway. He growls at my naked body; a tingling sensation disrupts my ruse and the tables turn. I'm now caught in his web. With a laugh he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me toward the bed, letting me fall with a soft bounce on the mattress.

He loses his clothes quickly and slowly we become entwined, our bodies are moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter me, gently caressing my sensitive spot. Our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he was inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach; his tongue carved every inch of my body like a chisel; his hands light; and he repeats his skillful actions, kissing my mouth, my stomach, my breasts; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, spreading wider, watching my body writhe. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, our hearts fusing into one, while our bodies move, falling into one another in a natural rhythm.

"Michonne, in this room, I'm in control- got it." He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first.

We moan... louder

He thrust... Deeper

We move...faster

"Rick...cum on my breast." My voice trembles and a rogue wave of pleasure builds; I move my body upward to meet him as he thrusts into me with long even strokes.

"Ohhh..." his mouth forming a perfect 'O' and I was cumming, my sex quivering around his manhood, squeezing him, stroking him with every swell of my occurring release. My aroused body reacts instantly, my honey-pot clenching him, releasing a violent thing that I couldn't harness. I cry out, my voice breaking at the height of my ecstasy.

"My tits baby, come on them…"

Rick grits his teeth trying to remain in control. As my orgasm seemed to calm to small ripples, he moved faster, stroking in and out of my tightness, deep and smooth.

"Yes...Chonne...uh," he moans roughly, his pace becoming more and more frantic. He drove into me, feeling that electricity we share snapping around us; building and building, urging him harder and deeper until we both cried out.

"Ohhhh Rick...please on my breast!"

"Ohhhhh...fuck... yes Chonne... oh god yes..."

"Rick...pull- out!"

And still, he moves deep, hard inside me, his movements forceful, demanding, rocking me toward another powerful release. And another until I couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and another began.

"Aaarrrruuuughhhh!" He let out a loud guttural moan that sounded almost animal-like and he joins me, throbbing, quivering, spurting hot and deep inside of me, his dick pulsing in response to my body's rhythm.

"Rick, "After several minutes, I'm finally able to speak.

"Mmmm..." was his only reply, while spooning me further into his chest and kissing my forehead.

"Good night..." I decided against taunting him. Rick may have a lot of control, but his pull-out game is weak.