Phone Sex - This is for the 50 Reasons Challenge and it is written terribly, but I was sick and this is long overdue.

Michonne rolled over onto her stomach to pick up her cellphone. It had been ringing non-stop and she wasn't understanding why. "Hello." She groaned.

"Hey." A voice responded.

"Who is this?" She attempted to brush her hair out of her face, but failed miserably.

"It's me... It's Rick."

She internally groaned and rolled her eyes. "What is it?"

"I just wanted to talk."

"Rick it's two in the morning. This couldn't wait?"

There was a long pause before he finally said, "Not really." Michonne sat up. There was no way she was gonna go to bed now with Rick on the other line.

"What's up?" She sighed.

"I miss you. I miss feeling your hair tickle my face in the morning, I miss your laugh, I miss your touch... I really miss you."

Michonne stayed quiet. She didn't know what to say or do. She and Rick had decided to not pursue a romantic relationship as per his request because he found out that Lori - a one night stand - had fallen pregnant. He wanted to work it out for the sake of the baby, but Michonne didn't understand why he did if he was supposedly 'in love' with her.

"You broke up with me." She finally said after a long silence. "You broke up with me to be with her. You made that decision and-"

"She's not mine." He interjected. Michonne stopped talking. "Lori told me she was and I got excited, but... She's not mine."

"Rick, I'm sorry." She whispered.

"She doesn't look like me." He exhaled. "When I held her I knew she wasn't mine. Lori did too; she just assumed that I would stick around and that we'd be one big happy family."

"Are you? I mean will you be...?" She was getting nervous.

"No." He immediately responded. "I messed up once, I'm not gonna mess up again."

She was breathing loudly now. She was sure that he could hear her, but she didn't care. She was mentally preparing herself to ask him to where she stood with him; where they stood. "So now what?" She said.

"I don't know." He responded. "Would it be bad to want to try again... With you?"

"No." She softly replied, sinking in between the sheets.

"Would it be bad to say that I do miss you and that I think of you all the time?"

"... No."

"Sometimes, I dream of you sucking my cock dry." He started. "I dream of fucking you all night and well into the morning. I wish I could cum inside you."

She heard him groan a little bit. Her eyebrows shot up, this had taken an unexpected turn. She turned up the volume on her phone and put it back to her ear. "Are you?"

"Touching myself?" She stayed quiet. "No" He chuckled. When she didn't respond, he started to get nervous. "Do you want me to?"

"Okay." She responded.

Rick smiled and pulled his pants down. He had taken his shot and scored. "I don't know how this works." She admitted.

"Phone sex?" He chuckled. "Yeah... Me neither."

"How many girls have you been with?"

He could feel his erection shrinking. "That's not really a sexy question."

She laughed. "It's just a question."

"Do you really wanna know?" He asked, lazily.

"Yes."

"Alright." He sighed. "Five. You?"

"Eight."

"And you don't know how phone sex works?" He asked, surprised.

"I know how regular sex works. I never bothered with technology before."

"Oh yeah?" He quirked an eyebrow to no one in particular.

"Yup!" They went silent for a moment. Rick was breathing deeply, thinking of Michonne's last words and watching his cock get hard again. "So are you touching yourself yet?" She joked.

He chuckled. "No, not yet. Are you?"

"Am I supposed to?"

"Well my pants are off, only fair if yours are also."

"Okay." He could hear her shuffling in her bed. When she came back on the line, it seemed as if she were out of breath. "Done!" She stated. "Did you shave or...?" He said in a husky voice.

She felt her face redden. "It's just as you left it."

"Good girl." He smirked. Rick was now stroking his member, pretending that his hand was the tip of her tongue. "You miss me?"

"Yes."

"What do you miss about me?" His voice had dropped to a dangerously low level, she knew she stood no chance.

"Everything."

"Like?" "I miss kissing you, I miss Carl, I miss cuddling-"

"Uh-huh." He smiled.

"I miss your cock in my mouth." Rick's eyebrows shot up. "I miss how you used to lie me down and mercilessly fuck me before you left me for that bitch."

His breathing was becoming audible. "Language." He drawled.

"What are you gonna do about it?" She waited in anticipation.

Rick was stroking himself slowly, he wanted to hold off, but he couldn't. "I can think of some things."

"Like what?" She breathed out.

"Well I am a cop."

"What are you gonna do? Arrest me?" She teased.

"Handcuffs are a cop's best friend." He said, she snorted."I could have you any way I'd like and you'd just have to lay there and take it... Like you were the last woman on Earth."

"Big words for a man that's far away."

"I'm not far at all."

"Where are you?"

"Down the street."

"That's fucking creepy." She wanted to laugh, but wanted to be serious as well.

"I wanted to come over, but I thought I'd call you first."

"Come over."

Rick sped down the street. He knew the neighborhood well and knew that there were going to be no people out to report him for having his dick out and driving like a mad man. He hadn't bother zipping up his pants because he was going to take them off in a couple of minutes. He parked in Michonne's second parking lot and unbuckled his seat belt. He looked down and figured, he wouldn't get arrested for speeding, but he certainly would for public indecency and sexual assault. He zipped up his pants and exited the vehicle. He gently knocked on the door that was almost immediately opened by the object of his desire. She was wearing a long t-shirt and nude underwear. He smiled at her.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi." She responded.

He took a step forward as she took one back. He continued to walk into her home like a predator hunting his prey until she hit a wall. Her doe eyes looked at him nervous and excited at the same time. He caressed her face and leaned forward. She closed her eyes expectantly, but when she noticed that he hadn't kissed her yet, she opened them again.

"Do you want this?" He whispered.

"Yes." She breathed.

He kissed her. What was supposed to be a gentle kiss was quickly becoming a hungry and hurried one. He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck with ease and his fingers from her face to her pajama pants. He slipped his left hand inside her pants.

"Wait!" She said, breaking the kiss. Rick stared at her, confused.

"I thought you-"

"I do... Just upstairs."

She grabbed his hand and before he could react, he was being pulled up the stairs. Rick would have happily followed, but he liked having her in charge. She paused by the entrance of her bedroom. He had already been here before, but this time it was different. He was no longer attached to someone else, it was just going to be him and Michonne. She turned around and looked up at him. He kissed her forehead and then he lips as he backed her into the room and onto her bed. He quickly removed her pajama pants revealing a freshly shaven pussy with a soft patch of hair on it.

She discarded her top and he watched in awe as her small round breasts bounced at the movement. He took off his shirt with equal speed, but took his time taking off his pants. He wanted to watch her watch him. She bit her lower lip in excitement and nervousness and Rick smirked.

"Like what you see?" He asked.

"Whatever." She giggled.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants alongside his boxers. Michonne's eyes widened. He leaned forward and Michonne met him halfway. The kiss was softer this time, there was no rushing it, they had all night. He put half his weight down on her body and she wrapped her legs around him. She could feel him between her legs. He lifted himself up a bit - much to her protest - and positioned himself at her entrance. He rubbed his dick up and down her wet clit a few times before pushing into her. She squeezed her eyes shut, unaccustomed to his girth. He didn't move for a few moments.

"Hey... Look at me." He whispered.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked into his blue ones. She placed both hands around his face and kissed him again. Rick began to move.

He didn't think we could last long. Michonne's walls were so wet, he felt himself lose control with every movement.

"Fuck!"

Her moans were becoming louder and he felt her walls tighten.

"Fuck!" He said again, they had just gotten started and he was already going to cum. He tried to slow down his pace - move even slower than he already was - but Michonne grabbed his ass and squeezed.

"You don't want to do that, darlin'." She smirked.

"Oh yeah?"

He chuckled. "I don't know how much longer I can-"

"Shut up and fuck me."

He pulled his body off of hers and started fucking her mercilessly. Her breasts were bouncing up and down at a violent rate and he grabbed onto one, loving the feel of her soft skin. Sweat was beading down his forehead and onto her stomach. He groaned every time he re-entered her. Michonne had closed her eyes and removed her hand from his ass. She felt full and she loved it.

"Cum inside me?"

He moaned. He groaned even louder. He was going to cum inside her whether she asked him or not because pulling out would prove to be even more complicated.

"Fuck." He felt his balls tighten. He pumped into her four more times before collapsing on top of her. She made an 'ouf' sound before falling into a fit of giggles. She brushed his hair out of his face and he smiled at her.

"I hope you know that we're not done yet." She said.

"I know." He laughed.