Hi all, sorry for the long wait. Here's part 4. As always, please review, y'all help me find mistakes that should be more cognizant of and I love to hear your thoughts! Also, people used to get married quick back then for a variety of reasons, falling in love was rare. This is just fantasy. Enjoy!

Rick wiped himself with a large cloth. "If you want me, you can have me."

"You got somewhere to be."

Before she could say anything else he moved to her, pinning her against the bedroom door. Michonne took a deep breath as she knew he was going to take her again. "Not anytime soon." Rick once again pulled her dress straps down, and suckled on her breasts.

"Oh, Lord!" She moaned.

"Anythin' you want." He roughly kissed her. "I'm yours, as God as my witness." He breathed out. Michonne held Rick's face between her hands and nodded. She believed him. Rick grabbed the skirts of her dress and lifted them to her waist. He couldn't wait any longer. "This lil flower belongs to me, you hear?" Rick stated as filled her with his cock.

"Yes, Rick!" Michonne threw her head back

Rick pushed against her, his large balls slapping against her plump bottom. Rick was quickly learning what Michonne liked and how she liked to be taken. To passersby, Michonne was a strong, independent woman, but that was only because she needed to be. Michonne was a woman who needed to be taken care of, and Rick found that he was the perfect man for the job.

His hands cupped her bare ass, holding her in place for his assault. His face was buried in her neck, breathing in her fresh, clean scent. He growled, sending a shiver down Michonne's spine.

He felt her walls tighten. "Come for me, let it come." He grunted as he watched her body respond to his. "Cum for me, sweet girl." They stared at each other as he pumped mercilessly into her.

"Rick I—"

Rick groaned, his cock pulsing feverishly inside Michonne. "Fuck!" Michonne giggled as his member throbbed inside her, filling her. "What's funny?"

"You."

"Me?" He smiled and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

Michonne felt his shaft slowly soften and heard the pitter-patter of his cum falling to the floor. Instead of laying her down, Rick shifted his position and held her tighter.

"Could stay with you forever." He breathed.

Michonne was still breathing heavily when she answered. "Then stay."

"I think you like me." Rick joked.

"I do, and that's why I have to pray for God to forgive his sinful children."

"Told you I'd be back here next winter." Rick commented as he felt her cunt grab his cock and hold it inside her.

"Best you know my monthly was a few weeks ago then. Might be seeing a little one of you.. If you come back this way, that is..." Michonne replied.

"When I come back, I'll make sure our babe has a baby sister that looks just like her mother." Then she felt his kiss on her neck and his hands on her breasts. He didn't say anything, but the feeling of his growing erection inside her confirmed that he was more than okay with it.

"Only God can decided that."

"But a man can dream."

The desire to keep his member inside her forever was short-lived. He gently pulled out of her and helped her to stand on her own two feet. He leaned down and kissed her again and led her back to her bedroom.

He pushed her onto the bed. "You can take me again if you want. I don't mind you having me anytime you want." She whispered.

Rick slowly dropped to his knees and grabbed the back of her thighs. Michonne blushed, she could never get her first husband to go down on her and now here was a man who did it without being asked. Rick kissed and nibbled at her cunt as if it were his last meal on earth. He was careful not to interfere, he wanted this to be about her. Michonne grabbed his hair and held him still. She was desperate to cum.

Rick groaned, enjoying this as much as she was. Michonne's soft moans and gentle rolling made his dick hard. He grabbed his member and began to gently pull at it. He moaned again and closed his eyes. He could last a little longer the second time, but he wouldn't finish until she did. He let go of his cock and pulled away from Michonne. He placed his hand over her mound and inserted two fingers. Michonne cried out and quickly came on his hands.

She lay back on the bed and breathed deeply. She lifted her head to find Rick sucking her juices off his fingers. "You're a nasty lil boy."

. . .

"When did you lose your child?" Rick asked, playing with her fingers. They had been in bed for the latter part of the day, ocacasionally getting up to add more wood to the fire.

Michonne expected a pang of pain, but she was surprisingly calm. "Two years ago. Barn accident." She told him about the loss of her child and then of her husband, how her sweet Andre was determined to tame the stallion like his daddy even though he was barely two feet tall. She spoke of the heartbreak his death brought and how their marriage had dissolved after his demise. "He wouldn't stop drinkin' after that." She said. "I woulda too if he bothered to save me any." She snorted.

Rick took her face into his hands and kissed her sweetly. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, Rick."

Rick talked about his former love and how she died of yellow fever during the war. He mentioned how they met when he was in the Army and how their quick infatuation ended just as quickly with her sudden passing. She remembered him speaking of a slave his family owned but not of this other woman.

"Did you love her?" Michonne asked, careful not to convey a sense of jealousy."

"I think I was desperate to leave the front."

They talked for over an hour about life and God before she saw him fade into an almost slumber. She closed his eyes, holding him, and let him get the rest he needed before he set out for the South, where he would be a regular man without a bounty on his head.

She waited for him to fall asleep before detangling their bodies. She returned to the kitchen, where she stoked the dying fire and cleaned their breakfast. 'This would be good for the pigs, ' she thought. The little sun left in the sky would not last long as Michonne wanted to check on her animals at least once today.

She went to grab the coat she had left on her husband's chair and made her way out to the barn. The chickens came alive and the pigs grunted at the intrusion, quickly returning to sleep. Rose, her trusty companion, neighed happily. "Hi, baby girl. Miss me?"

Rose neighed some more. Michonne picked up her bucket of food and lifted it to the horse's mouth. The girl ate happily, glad to have her owner's attention. Michonne made her rounds, grabbing some more eggs and feeding her pigs before she heard the familiar trotting of the posse's horses.

She froze. How could she have forgotten they were coming.

Rose neighed again. Michonne picked up her bucket of feed and lifted it to the horse's mouth. The girl ate happily, glad to have her owner's attention. Michonne made her rounds, grabbing more eggs and feeding her pigs before she heard the familiar trot of the posse's horses.

She froze. How could she forget they were coming? Rose sensed her owner's distress and nudged her. "We've got trouble, girl." She said to herself. The footsteps stopped short of the barn and she turned slowly.

"Who's there?" She called, trying to sound braver than she felt. Even if the townspeople left her alone, it didn't mean they weren't trouble.

"Just us, Mrs Hawthorne." Negan, the leader, called. "Came to check on you."

"Since when you check on us Negroes?" She replied, feeding Rose, both of them knowing exactly why they were there.

"Since we heard one of them Sullivan boys was coming to town." He said, glaring at her. Both the sheriff and the widow looked at each other with a hate in their eyes. "Mind if we take a look?" He demanded.

"Sure, just me and Rose since..." She swallowed and he had the good sense to look shamed.

"Won't take too long."

True to their word, the gang made a quick sweep of the barn. There wasn't much there, apart from a few animals, empty sacks and unused equipment.

"Thank you, Mrs Hawthorne. We'll be on our way now." He tipped his hat and the others followed. "Call us if you hear anything."

"I will." She said.

Michonne waited until the men were out of sight before she practically ran to the house.

She walked in just as Rick came out of his bedroom. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I could look at you like this forever."

She shook her head and walked towards the fire in the living room, acting as if nothing happened. "You corndog!" She stoked the fire as he pulled on his dirty shirt. She needed to tell him.

"Fire's warm, but I'm still a bit chilly." He replied, laughing at her insult.

"Got warm food on the table if you are hungry." She smiled.

"Got other things on my mind." He winked. "Come 'ere."

"What now, Mr. Grimes?" She pretend-whined as she made her way to him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. She could feel his member growing between them. "You get excited quickly." Rick took one of her arms and put it on his shoulder. Michonne rose to her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips.

They made out like lovesick teenagers, their moans filling the quiet room. Rick led her backwards until he reached the wing chair. He pulled it back and sat down. Michonne automatically sat on top of him. She had never considered a sexual position other than a man on top of her or behind her. Rick pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. He sucked on them hard, moaning with pleasure.

"Oh!" She moaned and he responded with a grunt. She pulled him closer, enjoying the sensation of a man sucking on her. She bucked against him, wanting more.

Rick lifted her up and quickly pulled out his cock. He positioned her sex directly over his rod and ground her down on it. Michonne froze for a second, adjusting to this new kind of fullness, before grinding her hips against his - begging him to move.

"All of you, Dewdrop."

Michonne gave him a confused look before realising he wanted her to move... On top of him.

"I-I don't—"

"Take what you want." He said, pinching one of her nipples. Michonne's hips bucked again. "That's it, just like that. Michonne moaned, feeling guilty for enjoying his unholy ministrations. "Take it all, sweet girl." He whispered.

Rick grabbed her ass and rocked her back and forth; Michonne closed her eyes and ground into him harder. Rick watched her body move over his; he was mesmerised. Her lithe breasts bounced up and down, and it took everything in him not to suck them again. He wanted to enjoy these last moments; he knew he'd been found.

Michonne finally opened her eyes to find his blue ones staring back at her. He moved her faster against him, guiding her in a hard rhythm. She cried out and he kissed her sloppily as she moaned into his mouth. They had to be quiet this time.

She pulled back and watched as his face contorted. She was familiarising herself with his features - when he was close and when he was coming. Right now he looked like he was holding back.

"Give me somethin' to remember." She moaned and stared deep into his eyes. She felt him stiffen and moan and watched his body twitch with pleasure.

"Whew." He exhaled and leaned back in the chair. Michonne ran her hand down his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard body. Rick smiled and kissed her wrist. They stared at each other for a few minutes in comfortable silence.

"Don't have much time with you..." She paused, "They're close."

"I know." Her eyes widened. "Heard them this morning."

"Wish we could run away together."

"And live a life on the run?" He shook his head. "I won't go too far. Be back 'fore you miss me."

"Miss you already."

The sound of a distant shot broke before either could react.

"Damn!" Rick shouted as he started to get up.

Michonne scrambled to get dressed, watching Rick do the same. She saw her hopes and dreams now as she struggled to get dressed as well. The fear of him being caught came over her, as did the realisation that she might never see him again.

Rick rushed to the window and pulled the blinds aside, he took a quick look around before saying "I see them, they're coming this way". He moved quickly around the house, putting his shoes back on and grabbing her coat. "Warmer than what I came in with." He tried to make light of the situation, but knew it was useless.

"Take Rose and go east. Head south when you reach the water. They won't be able to catch you." She said.

"You sure?" He asked, searching her eyes as he held her face in his hands. She nodded.

Before he could thank her, she ran to her bedroom and pulled out her burlap bag. She grabbed a tin of beans and wrapped some bread in a tea towel. She wiped her face with her hand before adding some cutlery.

"Here. I'll tell them you stole my horse and saw you headin' west with a limp."

"Mich—"

She pushed the bag towards him and turned him around. She hurried him out the back door, towards the barn.

"We gotta to hurry, they'll be here any minute."

"Wait—"

"There's no time, Rick." She said as she took Rose out of the shed and saddled her. She moved with a familiar speed, as if she'd done this hundreds of times before.

Rick felt his head spin. He was so used to living a life on the run and now he was coming to the hard conclusion that it was not a life worth living.

"Michonne, goddammit!" He yelled. Michonne turned to face him. "My saddlebag's in the corner over there," he pointed. "My share of the splits in there too. It's yours."

She nodded and whispered, "Okay."

"I'll be back 'fore you know it. I promise."

"Okay."

Rick moved to her and kissed her. Michonne melted into the kiss. He pulled back and adjusted the pouch on the saddle. Michonne backed up as he got on. Rose whinnied and looked worriedly at her owner.

"It's okay, Rosie. We'll see each other soon."

Rick walked Rose to the front of the barn; they could hear the posse. "Buy yourself a nice dress, Dewdrop. Somethin' for spring."

"Get." Michonne felt her eyes well up.

"See ya later, sweet girl." He winked and turned to make his escape.

Michonne watched as he rode off with her only horse. When she could no longer see them, she collapsed to the ground.

"Ms. Hawthorne." Negan called to the tear-stained woman as he dismounted his horse. "What happened here?"

"I—" She started before she passed out.

Michonne woke up in her bed. She had no idea how she got there. She moaned as she tried to get up.

"Whoa there, slow down!" Negan said gently.

She looked at him, confused. "What happened?"

"You fainted. Must have been those damn Sullivans. Took your horse too."

"Oh." She said, her voice cracking.

Negan watched the tears well up in her eyes. Fortunately, he mistook her for a woman in distress, Negro or not.

"We'll find him and get your horse back, you hear?"

She looked at him. "Yes."

"Good day, Ms. Hawthorne." He tipped his hat and left the room. She heard the door slam behind her before a flood of grief washed over her face.