A/N: Part IV

Rated X

I wake up from the comfort of my bed but I am not in my room. I rise and take in my beautiful surroundings. And even though I'm dreaming, I can feel the soft breeze caress me and cool my body down.

The waterfall a mere yard away thundered down like lightning flashing the surrounding trees in surprisingly different shades. Shadows danced among them while trees stood silently like armored guards.

The sun sent an army of light down emphasizing the beauty of the otherworldly environment. Grass covered the land glossy like hair. Flowers were sprouting up in an amazing discord of the colors to dazzle the senses and eyes as beautiful arrays of colors from greens, yellows, purples, reds, and others raided you. Mountains reached up to the sky seemingly trying to reach the sun.

The inviting smell of Jasmine drifted in the air lingering gently like a charm. Birds chirped and gossiped in the tall trees. Pristine and pure, the stream flows through the untouched and rich soil that leads deeper into the tightly knit trees.

The sound of trickling water sending soft chills down my spine as I sat, admiring the thin wispy clouds among crisp leaves and twigs.

"Michonne," I heard a voice call out to me. I sat up straighter, turning my head to the sound, but I could not see anyone.

"Who's there?" I call out.

"Remember me," the voice said, not asking, commanding. I'm not sure why, but something about the smooth accented voice seems very familiar, "Call me Rick…" the voice says and a moment later a figure emerges from the thickness of the forest. With precision, the man nears me, reaching me in a few effortless steps and takes a seat on my bed.

"Do I know you...? Rick…" I ask the stunningly gorgeous man sitting close to me. His scent is natural as if he were created from the mountain air. His cerulean eyes raptly gazing at me as if I'm one of the seven wonders. I could see something ethereal came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him.

"I've watched you many nights," he nods and smiles, "your beauty captured me, your resilience inspires me." His smile was one of happiness growing, like a spring flower opening.

"I-I…" I was momentarily speechless, "You've watched me?" I asked, feeling a healthy dose of apprehension, at the same time, my cheeks warmed at such a flattering compliment.

"Yes," he said, his eyes beaming at me, "we are destined, so I am allowed to watch."

"What?" Well, that's just odd… "Oh I almost forgot; I'm dreaming." I chuckle, "Instead of watching me, why don't you just ask me out?"

"Our paths should not have crossed, but last night, I was forced to intervene."

"Last night… you know what happened to me last night?" The sigh I let out was resigned and weary.

He nodded, placing his hand over mine, his touch is warm and comforting, I could have sworn I felt a spark. "I was not going to allow him to hurt you," His sigh is soft and deflating; it was as if the tension had lifted yet, he is left with melancholy instead of relief, "he always wants what is mine."

"Yours…" I say, unfavorably, I'll address that later, "who did that to me and why?"

"His name was Negan, at least, that is the name he used in this world, he was one of us, banished, he followed me here out of spite, as I said he always wanted what was mine."

"I'm going to need you to stop saying that."

"I have not and will not speak anything that is not the truth."

"I don't even know you."

"You will know me, we are- "

"Destined," I cut him off, letting him know I was paying attention. "What is all this enigmatic talk all about? Why can't you just be a hot guy in my dreams? We're on my comfy bed in the middle of the most beautiful place I've ever seen... I'd like to enjoy this and maybe just…" I let it all out in one sigh. I lose my words when he moves closer with those eyes that look so deeply into mine.

"Maybe just what?" He smirked eagerly and my entire body heated especially in one particular area.

"Well uh..." My cheeks are on fire now.

"Would you like this to be a dream, Michonne?" There is something about that gaze of his I'll never find in another man as if at that moment our souls have made a bridge.

"This isn't a dream," I bite my lip, eyes everywhere but on Rick. "If something happens, you can make me forget, but some evidence will be left behind." My body squirms just a little as my muscles relax.

He smiles, "You are very bright, beautiful one," His breathing becomes even softer, the pensive look melting into a smile as soft as the morning light.

"Thank you," I manage a slight smile, "and thank you very much for not letting Negan harm me, I suppose he got what he deserved, but-"

"Michonne," this time he cut me off, "he would have done unspeakable harm to you, you would not have survived. I could not allow that."

"Rick," I give him a level glare, "I want to know what happened that night. It isn't fair that you took that memory away from me. I want to remember what happened, is that possible?"

"It is possible," He sighs softly, peering at me; a mixture of curiosity and lust streaming through the air.

I maneuver so I am sitting next to him, "Good, I'm ready when you are."

He takes my hand in his and suddenly I'm back in my room.

"Rise Michonne, then close your eyes, when you open them, you will see what was lost."

I do as I am told, standing up and closing my eyes, I see a spark of light burst behind my lids and I'm back. I'm watching myself in the line behind the old lady from the frozen food aisle in the grocery store. Panic was apparent on my face, no one seemed to notice, people were on their phones, managing their kids, or just plain not paying attention.

I'm practically running down the street with Negan's hot on my trail, with his oil-slick hair, leather jacket, and an ominous glare on his scruffy face. He's right behind me, only a few feet away, defying all logic, I cannot see him. I watch myself walk up the flight of stairs and enter my apartment.

I leaped forward in time and I'm Rick, kicking in the door. He moved like lightning, snatching that bastard off of me like a wig in a cat-fight. He's punching him, tossing him around like a tornado does a trailer. Negan is fighting back, but he is no match for Rick. He knocks Negan to the ground and kicks him so hard he passes out. Rick drags him through the splintered door.

The scene changes and I'm back in the beautiful place I awakened from. We are standing in the forest next to the creek. He's embracing me, stroking my hair pulling me resolutely into his chest. There was something so warm, something that felt right, I didn't want to leave. In his embrace, the world stopped still on its axis. He has a look of contentment on his face, the kind I wish I could wear.

"Thank you, for showing me that, as frightening as it was, I needed to see."

Rick acknowledged my gratitude with a simple nod.

"How did he get into my apartment?"

"I did not see him, but I know with some skill, time, and simple tools, it is not a challenge to compromised most locks."

"I thought you said you watched me every night?"

"I had no choice but to start watching you every night, once Negan laid eyes on you, I knew eventually he'd attack. That night, he had thrown me off his trail for a short time…bastard."

"Where are we…what is this place?"

"This is my home, my sanctuary, but one day you will return to me and we'll share it."

"Rick, that makes no sense," I scratch my head, while he smiles warmly at the thought, "How did you make me forget?"

"I would not be able to fully explain what I did in terms you'd understand."

"You've been open with me this far, what's changed?"

"The answer to that question will come in time, beautiful one."

"How do you know we are destined?"

"Another question that will be revealed in time," He pulls me in tight, "Please find comfort in knowing that we'll be together again one day."

"Why did you choose me?"

He smiles that dirty little smirk, "Look at you, you know you're beautiful."

My stomach does that thing again when his lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to…At this moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight.

"No matter the loss, you always forgive and move forward. Your pureness is something so tender. I am simply amazed by you. Most in your world are of such little faith. But not you, you are one of the pure ones. Your mind remains open, your heart warm, your soul a beacon of hope. That is why I choose you...Michonne," he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful and I kiss him. When I kiss him, it feels like I'm flying, I'm scared and excited all at once.

His lips firmly attached to mine, desire burned and crackled in his eyes as he tangled his hands in my hair. He kisses further down my neck. My head dropped back and he sucked on my collarbone before moving down to worship my right breast, kissing around the nipple sucking lightly. Then nibbling on my breast, and mimicking his actions on the left.

His hands latched onto my hips, noticing that I have no panties on, "Ohhh..." a coarse passionate growl escaped his throat and he slid his middle finger into my ready, heated depths His finger slowly pumping in and out of me while reveling in my heavy breathing.

I bite my bottom lip and whimpered while he watched my every move, his dark, sapphire gaze consumes me. His mouth finds my belly button and when I giggle, he giggles too, his emotions intensify. My laughter moves his heart; my happiness lulls him. His thumb finds my clit and within seconds my velvet heat contracted and a flood of wetness gushed out over his hand.

"Oh, Rick...!" I purred, tugging at his jeans.

His impressive sized cock is free all of two seconds before he replaces his fingers with the head of his rod. My wet silken clutch was like heaven to him, a heaven of pulsating muscle, liquid arousal, and heat. He kept one hand in my hair while the other held my hip tightly tugging me forward. I arch my back against the tree for more support. I needed him so much I almost couldn't breathe.

With Rick completely buried inside of me, I close my eyes and I'm just feeling. Lips and hands touching and teasing, my nipples rubbing against his chest, rejoicing, I writhe in his grip absolutely loving this man right now. I can feel his love and happiness as it washes over me, taking hold of me. Then there it was, oh yes- that sweet breathless moment, the string of my body snapped and my body shuddered around his wild spasms. Scalding pleasure struck him like a blow as he pulled all the way out and slammed back into me.

"Michonne!"

My hot tightness caused him to jolt and moan uncontrollably. He needs more so he lifted me with both hands by my ass. He plunged into me violently, high on the sound of my moans and the sight of my breast bouncing in the rhythm of his thrust. He put every emotion into each thrust, each kiss, each touch. With that, he lost all control and moans as he came roaring, quivering deep inside of me.

After a few moments of recovery, he carries me out of the forest, to the clearing, placing me gently on my bed. "One day you will call this place home, we will live together, forever emancipated, never entombed. Until that day, I bid you farewell."

I wake up the next morning feeling better than I've ever felt.