Rick had Michonne stuck between his body and the wall next to his front door, as he lavished her throat with kisses. He sucked on her pulse point as she gasped, letting her hands explore his body. Feeling his bulging muscles under her palms, she squeezed while brushing her chest against his. Her hardened nipples needed friction much like a car needed an engine to maintain life.

It was a culmination of many things that lead them to this moment.

Michonne's heavenly citrus perfume had clouded Rick's overactive mind when they were pressed together in class. It sent his senses ablaze, imagining what it would be like to run his tongue over her body. She had curved her lithe body into his when they moved in sync. In his mind, he could map out every inch of it with ease.

Rick's smoldering cologne reminded Michonne of a hot summer day when she would sit and bask in the sunlight, letting its rays dance on her skin. It was all encumbering in the sense that when she did something as simple as breathing, she could taste it. When he had wrapped his hand tightly around hers, there was a blanketing of what she felt was a promise.

Many times during their class, Rick's right hand had dropped from its proper position on her shoulder to the curve of her back. Just a whisper above her rear.

He would trace her spine with one singular digit inciting a wave of shivers, and an angel's chorus of gasps. Rick wanted to see how many times he could get her to make that lovely sound in a two-hour time span.

She had whimpered when she pressed against his stiff arousal on the dance floor. She had covered it with a cough and her eyes darted around to assure herself that no one heard. Rick had just smirked at her.

When class was over, Michonne leaned up to kiss the corner of Rick's mouth. He had tilted his head back with a scorching look in his eyes that sent fire through her veins. They just about ran out of the dance studio without speaking to anybody else.

In the parking lot before Michonne could speak, Rick had covered her mouth with his in a bruising kiss. It took her breath away and she could do nothing but endure it while giving back as much passion as she was receiving. Rick had thrust his tongue in her mouth. Fighting the force of him pushing her head back, she moaned wrapping her tongue around his.

He finally had his opportunity to take a handful of her ass, pulling her against him closer. Rick had been wanting to do that for days.

Rick gradually softened the kiss and left her with one last peck before he opened the passenger door for her. After buckling her up, Rick tore out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. Nothing was said between the two as what needed to be conveyed was unspoken. Michonne had reached over while he was driving to place her hand on his tense thigh while maintaining her head forward.

When Rick pulled up to his house, she didn't have to wait long before he came onto the passenger side and basically carried her inside. He walked so fast she didn't even get to see what the front of his house looked like. He carried her inside and immediately dropped her by the front door, and had her backed up against the wall in an instant.

A heavy moan escaped her when he latched his mouth on her skin. His hands rubbed her sides while he kissed her neck. She shuddered when his thumbs grazed her pointed nipples through the fabric of her dress.

"Do that again," Michonne gasped.

Rick sucked her earlobe into his mouth and took both of his hands under the fabric of her halter dress to release her breasts. She whimpered when the air hit her nipples, hardening them more.

"I want you, Michonne. I need you," he murmured against her ear. Low and husky accompanied by that southern drawl, his tone made her skin hot to the touch, completely opposite to the sweet and stumbling she was used to from him. "Will you let me have you?"

Eyes widening at the growl in his words, she hissed when he cupped her full breasts.

He kissed the other side of her face and asked again, taking a nipple in between two fingers.

"Please, Michonne."

He took her bottom lip in his mouth, sucking on it. She felt like she was losing her mind. None of her thoughts were coherent, they started without an end in sight like run-on sentences. He was fine-tuning her like an instrument and he hadn't even touched her pussy yet. She wanted to cry.

"Yes. Yes, Rick," she breathed as he released her bottom lip and then covered her mouth fully.

In the series of events that followed, Rick expertly reached behind Michonne's thighs to lift her up, Michonne entangled her legs around his waist and he then carried her up the stairs, all the while never disconnecting from her mouth.

She rolled her hips against his torso, searching for sweet release for her aching pussy. Her fingers traversed through his hair, tilting his hand the way she wanted so she could slant her kiss, desperate for deeper access. His moans were the sexiest thing she had ever heard; instantly creating a psychological need to hear them on repeat like a broken record.

He turned on the lights as he went, not wanting to miss a single second of her pleasure. He wanted to see all of it. He wanted them ingrained in his memory.

One moment Michonne was in the air, the next she was gently lying on a bed. She had no time to observe her surroundings because Rick covered her body with his. All she knew was him. It had been that way since the moment she met him. It was just him. Rick. Rick. Rick. He consumed her thoughts.

Realizing that her tits were out but he still had all of his clothes on, Michonne untucked his ruffled shirt and yanked it over his head. It jostled his hair more than she did and she was allowed a brief second of passing thought that she was going to fuck this man tonight. And she didn't feel an ounce of guilt about it.

He leaned down to take one of her tipped mounds in his wet mouth. One of his large hands had snaked its way around her throat. She keened pathetically.

While her long legs were still wrapped around Rick, she pulled him closer, rubbing his length against her heated core. He hissed, grinding his clothed dick against her, attempting to relieve some pressure for himself. She pushed her hips forward instinctively, needed the contact more than she needed air.

Michonne whimpered when he trailed a hand from her neck to the inside of her thighs. Her body temperature increased when his fingers teased their way across the damp crotch of her lace underwear.

"For me?" Rick husked around her tit, before taking it in his mouth with his teeth.

"All for you, baby." She scratched his back as he moved her panties to the side, automatically pressing into his hand.

Two long fingers slid into her and the sound alone alerted the two of how wet she was. Which didn't surprise Michonne in the slightest, she was fucking dripping the second he kissed her in the parking lot. She was more shocked it hadn't slid down her legs or puddled in the seat in Rick's truck.

His free hand began pushing her dress up around her midsection and she further pulled it off in a quick fluid motion. Now she was completely nude, save for her heels and earrings. She felt like a piece of art under his heated gaze.

Rick moved further down her body to have his face leveled with her weeping center. He surmised at this moment that this must be what artwork tried to be. Nothing in any museum was ever going to come close to the sight of this pussy. There was nothing more beautiful, more glorious, than the sight in front of him. And she was offering it up to him so wantonly. Did she know the prized possession that resided between her legs?

He inhaled the scent of her ambrosia, it made him dizzy. He fucked her with his fingers until she was desperately clenching around them. She was on the brink of her first orgasm of the night.

"Rick, please," she pleaded with tears gathering in her eyes.

He kissed her hip as he pressed his thumb on her clit and that was all it took for her to come for him, trembling and whining, stomach clenching. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat that Rick felt compelled to lick every inch of. From her head tossing and turning, her loc crown came undone and she had kicked off her shoes but she did not seem to notice.

He pulled his fingers out as she watched with lidded eyes and stuck them in his mouth. She licked her lips as his tongue played around his fingers. "Fuck," she whispered

"You taste so damn good," Rick rasped, unbuttoning his pants. His eyes never left hers as he sprung his long cock free from its confines.

Michonne sat up and pulled Rick in her arms, with his erection in between their bodies. She latched her lips onto his, tasting herself, and moaned in his mouth, "Rick."

He reached between them to grab himself while at the same time widening her legs. He stroked himself, wet fingers helping the gliding motion.

"What do you want, Michonne?" He teased, rubbing his dick on her stomach. "I'll give you whatever you want. Just tell me, darlin'."

"Rick," she whined again, feeling the hot and heavy flesh in a place that wasn't her empty pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Something in Rick's mind simply clicked in place when he finally sunk into her. He couldn't let her go. There was no way he was going without this woman for the rest of his life. She fit around him perfectly like she was made for him. If there was ever a moment of doubt, it was resolved for him the moment they united. He would spend his remaining days making her happy, letting her know that he was the right choice, even if it killed him to do it. She was it for him.

Michonne felt so damn full. As every delicious inch of his cock slid deeper into her she could've sworn she stopped breathing. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she locked eyes with Rick. So intense was the moment they were frozen in. It felt like another shift happened deep in her chest, similar to the one she had when they first came together in class. This time it was a throbbing ache in her chest, that she could only interpret as her heart telling her this man was hers.

"I've got you." He softly kissed away her tears which made more tears fall coincidentally.

Her lips trembled, her emotions almost overwhelming her. Then he started moving, building a steady pace for her to acclimate to his hardness. He ran his hand up and down her side, trying to calm her. She eventually blew out a breath as it seemed like she finally came back to the present.

Rick grabbed her leg and put it on his hip, opening her up more. He increased his pace, sliding in nice and easy due to the flood of her arousal. He could come just off of that alone but he needed her to finish again before he did.

"God, that feels good. You're so good, baby," she crooned, jaw slack.

He rocked into her with her meeting his thrusts. Michonne's body writhed under his strong body as he sped up. She crowed loudly when he swiveled his hips, very nearly hitting her cervix in a delicious way that had her toes curling. In the middle of the bed, he sat back on his heels, watching his glistening cock disappear inside her depths.

"Look how good you take it, Michonne."

Her walls began fluttering from the constant onslaught. She was almost there. Her heart raced.

"C'mon baby, you can do it." Rick laid his body on top of hers, his chest hair tickled her brown areolas and with his pubic hair nudging her bundle of nerves, Michonne's pleasure went into overdrive. She screamed, holding onto the back of Rick's neck.

Rick groaned when he felt a gush around his dick. His balls tightened, begging for release. His breathing changed, feeling the last of her contracting as his hips began to jerk more urgently.

Michonne held onto him as she knew he was close. He grunted and moaned into her shoulder with every thrust. She circled her legs around his lower back, digging her heels into his ass while his hands were beside her head.

He prolonged her orgasm with the continuous sloppy buck of his hips. She grabbed his head, combing her fingers through his thick curly head, and kissed him. Rick sunk deep inside her, and she felt each shot of his cum as he spilled inside her. His low groan in her mouth, never breaking their connection. Only when he was done, did she pull out of their kiss to rest her cheek on his shoulder, placing smaller kisses along his sweaty skin.

Her cowboy trembled from the intensity of his orgasm but still managed to roll them over with her in his arms. Softening cock was still being warmed in her freshly painted cunt.

Michonne yelped then giggled at the abruptness of her position change. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his accelerated heartbeat as it slowed down in their post-orgasmic bliss. She kissed his chest to convey the words she couldn't necessarily find at the moment.

Rick rubbed her back, being lulled by her steady breathing. He basked in the smell of them that blanketed the room. Neither of them spoke as they felt that what needed to be said was understood and that what was understood didn't have to be explained.

Michonne nuzzled her face deeper into her soft pillow as her eyes fluttered open. The morning sun peeked in through the curtains, dousing the room in its rays of light. She turned her head to see the man that wore her out last night flat on his back with his head facing away from her. She found herself on her stomach with her left leg hitched over his and his left hand resting on the curve of her ass. The sheets reached the base of her spine and his adonis belt.

He slept soundly, slight snoring being his only sound. His chest rose and fell with each slumbered breath. Michonne's soft eyes regarded him with such affection. Just being near him in his sleep had her heart on the verge of bursting. She sighed softly to herself, thinking about the night they had.

Spying a digital clock on the other side of Rick when she lifted her head, Michonne saw that it was close to 8 in the morning. They were going well into the night after that first round so she was surprised she woke up so early.

She traced his relaxed jaw with her knuckles before pulling away and slipping out of the bed without waking him. She opened one of his drawers and grabbed a random shirt and boxer shorts, then tip-toed out of the room. She strolled along the upstairs hallway looking for the bathroom to relieve herself.

Along the walls were pictures of Rick at different stages of adulthood, of him in the academy in his little uniform with a fresh smile. A few pictures of Rick with hair longer than it was now. She cooed at the one with him and an older couple, probably in their late 40s at the time. He favored his father something fierce, but he had his mom's eyes. There were a few photos of him and who she assumed were his siblings. His older sister Carol was a petite pretty thing with short hair and the little brother Aaron was just as tall as Rick. Then Michonne saw the pictures of his son. Carl was his father's son, of that Michonne was one hundred percent sure. Photos ranging from birth to his current age. So many of just him and Rick, of the best friends they were.

Her mouth curved into a smile as she delved into his life through the captured moments. Seeing his child, reminded her that needed to talk to her sister, and check on Andre. But knowing him, he probably barely noticed her absence since he was surrounded by his best friends.

She found the bathroom and did her business. She found an extra unopened toothbrush in the drawer and nearly squealed when she saw the new spearmint and baking soda toothpaste next to it.

"This man," she shook her head, smiling. She didn't even remember telling him about her favorite toothpaste.

Michonne eventually walked out of the bathroom and decided to head downstairs as her stomach growled. Her feet padded down the wooden stairs while she pulled her locs into a messy bun on the top of her head.

She found the kitchen almost instantly, going straight for the refrigerator. "Yes!" She cheered lowly to herself, seeing a stocked fridge.

"There's soy milk in there."

Michonne spun around clutching her chest. "Holy shit!" Her eyes widened seeing in the flesh for the first time, Rick's son Carl.

Carl chuckled, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. There was a comic book and a sleeve of graham crackers in front of him.

"Carl, right?" She scratched her forehead.

"Yup. So that would make you Michonne?" He broke a piece of graham cracker and popped it in his mouth, watching the woman internally panic.

"In the flesh. Have you been there the whole time?" Michonne asked, heartbeat calming. She leaned back against the stainless steel fridge.

He nodded, "You would not be a very good assassin."

Michonne snorted, "I'll have to work on that if I ever decide to become Black Widow."

"You know superheroes? No way."

"Yeah, I know superheroes. Do you know who you're talking to? This is the girl who spent 5 hours in a bidding war and ended up paying over 2,000 dollars on the last made The Incredible Hulk comic issue number 1," Michonne scoffed, opening the fridge again.

"No freaking way," Carl gasped, amazed at his dad's girlfriend. She was by far the coolest adult he had ever met.

"And I got it signed by Stan Lee a few comic cons ago." She began pulling out ingredients to make breakfast. She smirked seeing the soy milk, thinking that Rick had to be the sweetest man alive.

"Wait, you go to comic con? In San Diego?" This woman had his full attention, standing there in his dad's clothes.

"Dude I go to San Diego Comic con like every other year. I'm going in July this year too."

"I've only been like twice because I'm usually at a camp or with my grandparents that time of year," the teen huffed enviously. Michonne pouted at him playfully.

"Well, that's okay. Some people don't get to go at all. But I'll tell you what, maybe I'll use my puppy dog eyes on your dad and convince him to let y'all come with me this year." She would use something but it wouldn't be her eyes.

"Oh my god, you think he'd go for that?"

"Carl, your dad has soy milk in here when neither of you drinks it…"

"Great point," he laughed.

"Exactly. Leave it to me. But we gotta be smart about it so act normally if he brings it up to you. Let him think it was his idea," she winked at him. Carl beamed at his dad's girlfriend. Michonne went through the cabinets looking for pans.

"The pans are in there, and the spoons and stuff are in there," Carl pointed out, leaning across the counter, grinning madly. "What are you making?"

"Well, your dad told me you like blueberry pancakes. So I'm thinking that with some bacon and eggs, sound good to you?" She offered, smiling at Carl.

"My dad makes the best blueberry pancakes so I don't know if you'll be able to top that." Carl raised an eyebrow at her. "He still asleep?"

"Sure is. And his are only the best right now because you haven't had mine, kid. My son loves everything I make for him."

"That's right. Dad did say you had a kid. He's 5, right?"

"Mmhmm, my peanut is still little. Which reminds me, can you go to your dad's truck and get my purse, please? I think I left it in there. I need to call my sister to check on my kid."

"Got it." He hopped off his stool, grabbed his dad's keys, and left the house.

He handed it to her when he came back while she was in the middle of pouring pancake batter. He watched her work neatly, not like his dad who made a mess the entire time but somehow the food came out good.

When she had a pause, she texted on her phone and then put it back down. She grinned to herself, oblivious to Carl's eyes on her. He tried not to appear as if he was staring but she was difficult to keep his eyes off in truth. She was very pretty in person, he could see why his dad was borderline obsessed with her. She was all he talked about now. Before they met, all Rick ever talked about was his job or whatever Carl talked about but now it was 'Michonne this' and 'Michonne that'.

"You like scrambled eggs, Carl?" She briefly glanced up at him.

"Yeah with cheese."

"Me too," Michonne sent him a secret smile. "I think you and I are gonna get along just fine."

Rick rolled over in bed, expecting to come in contact with another warm body and yet he touched only air. He opened one eye in confusion. The other side of the bed where Michonne was supposed to be was cold.

Quickly, he hopped out of bed after seeing that the clock said it was half past 9 in the morning. He clumsily put on some boxers and nearly tripped over Michonne's heels trying to get out of the room. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that at least she was still in the house. Her dress and underwear were on the floor as well. Rick paused then picked up her lace panties and brought them to his nose.

Memories of last night, and this early morning, came flooding back to him. His mouth curled into a smirk, thinking about the way he had her sobbing for him before they eventually fell asleep. He didn't think he had that in him but Michonne brought out the animal in him. Now that he's had her, he's developed an addiction to her.

Rick took a deep breath, invoking the will of a thousand strong men in aid of controlling his baser instincts. He threw on some basketball shorts and an old t-shirt before leaving his bedroom. He quickly used the bathroom, suddenly desperate to find Michonne.

When he opened the door, he heard laughter coming from downstairs. He could recognize his son's laugh even in a coma, and as for the other, it was music to his ears. Rick took the steps two at a time without busting his ass and skidded to a stop when he came upon the living room where his son and his girlfriend were playing an intense game of Mario Kart.

"How the heck am I in last place? This makes no sense!"

"Makes perfect sense to me. You suck."

"MICHONNE!"

Michonne cackled, eyes not leaving the tv screen. She reached one hand over to ruffle Carl's long hair.

"You're only in 1st place cuz you cheated," Carl squawked, batting her hand away.

"Kid, I've been playing Mario Kart since before you were born. You're talking to the master here," Michonne boasted. "I have a solution…don't suck!"

"Oh, you are on for that!"

Carl drove his Koopa into a power-up box and it landed on a blue shell. Rick saw his son turn his head slowly and smirk evilly at Michonne.

"Carl, don't you dare–"

"Oh, I dare. I dare indeed." He sent his blue shell forward and waited for the attack. He began laughing like an evil villain.

But clearly, Carl wasn't expecting Michonne to strategically slow down her Donkey Kong, letting the other racers pass her so that someone else got hit with the massive destruction. Michonne sped forward, crossing the finish line in first place. Carl covered his face with his hands, groaning. Michonne shot up from the couch and did a celebratory cabbage patch victory dance.

Rick chuckled, seeing them getting along and enjoying each other's company. Michonne must've heard him as she turned her head and beamed at him.

"Good morning, cowboy." Her eyes gleamed, as she bit her lip at him.

Rick swaggered up to her and whispered, "Good morning to you too, baby." He pressed a strong kiss to the apple of her cheek as she smiled hard. He settled a hand on top of her ass.

"Hello, I am right here!"

Rick looked at Carl sideways, laughing softly. "Oh hey, Carl. I see you two have met." He wrapped his arms around her. "Have fun at Duane's? You ate anything?"

"It was cool. Yes, Michonne made breakfast." Carl flipped his hair out of his eyes, glancing up at the adults.

"Oh, she did?" Rick tilted his head at his girlfriend. She fed his son when she didn't have to. If his son wasn't giving them an audience, he would've devoured her right then and there.

"Yeah and sorry to say Dad, but I think she might've made better pancakes than you," Carl shrugged ruefully, turning back to the television screen.

Rick gasped, "No. Not my pancakes. Are you trying to dethrone me, Attorney Williams?"

"Taste 'em yourself, Sheriff. And when you're done, you can take me home," Michinne smirked and tapped his cheek. She slipped out of his arms, then dove back into another game with Carl. "And while you do that, I'm gonna beat your son at this game…again!" Carl screeched indignantly at her statement.

She caught his eye and sent him a saucy wink. Rick stood by himself, staring at her in awe. Was it possible to fall in love in a week?

*crossing my fingers that the sex scene didn't suck.* Anyway, Michonne has met Carl and I guess it was best buddies at first sight. Leave me any questions, comments or concerns, peeps.