The Argument Pt. 3 - because it needs a conclusion... kind of

"Are you going to work today?" Michonne asked as she put on a pair of underwear.

"Yeah..." He said, not wanting to get out of bed.

"Rick."

"I am... I just don't want to move right now, I want to enjoy the view."

She rolled her eyes playfully and walked into the bathroom. "Kiss my ass." She shut the door.

"Anytime, any place."

"Get up and get ready already." She yelled through the door. Rick groaned as he got up, he had made her a promise last night and he was going to make sure to see it through. "You have twenty minutes."

"I'm up, I'm up." He shuffled throughout the room, sniffing clothes along the way. Being at his mother's house had guaranteed a hot meal three times a day, but not fresh clothing. He made a face when he smelled his gym shirt and threw it in the hamper. "Uh..." He said aloud and just as Michonne was coming out of the bathroom fresh faced and clothed.

"Uh what?" She eyed him, annoyed.

"I don't have anything to wear." He said sheepishly.

"And who's fault is that?" She raised an eyebrow.

He sighed, it was his own fault. "I guess I'll just wear what I wore last night."

"And stink up the whole office? Go in the closet, you have clothes there."

"But they're too dressy for dress-down Friday." He whined.

"Shut up, Rick." She laughed. She hadn't laughed in a while and he hadn't seen her smile at him in what felt like years. "Get dressed." She tried to swat him as he walked by, but he grabbed her arm.

"Too slow." He said as he pulled her towards him, their bodies now parallel to one another.

"We don't have time for this." She said, breathlessly.

"So you do still like me?" He said, cupping her face.

"Of course I do, what would make you think otherwise?" After a few moments of silence she scoffed. "Let go, Rick."

"Never." He leaned in and kissed her hard. Michonne didn't want to moan, but she couldn't help it, she missed him - her body missed him - and she wanted more, but they really didn't have time.

"Rick." She tried to pull away, but he pushed her towards the wall adjacent to their bed.

"Yes?" He answered lowly.

"We don't have time."

"We have twenty minutes."

"No, you have twenty minutes."

"Okay, I have twenty minutes." He smirked.

"Stop it, right now. I have to go." She tried to move, but Rick had trapped her. "Rick, I'm serious."

"So am I." He nuzzled her neck. "I've missed you."

"So I've heard." He chuckled into her neck, which caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand. "What are you doing?" She asked as he untucked her white blouse from her navy blue dress pants.

"I don't want your blouse to get wrinkly." He unzipped her pants and let his right hand travel down a familiar and missed path. She closed her eyes involuntarily when his middle finger made contact with her clit. "Did you miss me?" Michonne remained quiet and he stopped moving. Her eyes flew open only to see his face directly in front of hers. "Did you miss me?" He posed again.

"Yes." Her voice broke, tears threatening to fall. She didn't understand why she was getting emotional, but she could blame it on pregnancy hormones if he ever dared to bring it up again. In all honesty, she was tired of arguing and thinking of what was said. She wanted to go back to their normal, but knew that this was only the beginning, that Rick would continue have racist thoughts about Black people and that she and her child would bare the brunt of it, until he unlearned these conditioned behaviours. She sighed and Rick kissed her forehead. She knew he knew what she was thinking.

"Do you want me to stop?" He had never uttered those words before, but he was willing to do just about anything to prove to her that he wanted to be a better man.

"No." She said and a slow smile crept on his face as she looked away, annoyed at him, but for another reason altogether. "Alright, get it over with, no need to be cocky." She tried to keep a straight face, but failed and laughed.

"Well now that I have your permission, would you mind lying down?"

"You have fifteen minutes, Grimes, not all night."

"Alrighty then." He lifted her face to kiss her again. It was slow at first, but as his hands moved deeper in her core, so did his tongue. Michonne could barely keep quiet, Rick's hand was driving her insane. He added his right ring finger to ensure a fast climax. He loved watching his wife; the glazed over look she had after an orgasm would have him feeling super human.

"Oh my god." She panted.

"I'm just getting started." He said, in a devilishly low voice.

"I'm gonna be late for work." She tried - and failed - to say.

"What if we-" He said as he lifted her up and made his way towards their bed. "Stay home today?" He knew he was testing the waters, but it didn't hurt to try. To make up for lost time. And so that I can apologize properly."

"I can't-"

"You can." He said, interrupting her. He played with one of her stray dreadlocks and before she could protest, kissed her hard. They were caught in a tongue fight for the better half of five minutes before they pulled away for air. Michonne touched her forehead with his and closed her eyes. "I want us to spend the day together to talk - well you talk and I listen. I don't ever want to be in that situation again. I want us to be on the same page, always, and I want to be a better person for you and our baby."

"You said that before." She said, with her eyes closed.

"And it's the truth." He said, lying her down on the bed. She finally opened her eyes to look up to him. "I don't know how many times I can apologize - knowing that it still won't be enough - but I want you to know that I am trying. I don't want to blame it on small town mentality, but it's not easy."

"I know."

"I grew up here and everyone I knew - aside from a family - was white. We all believed in respecting authorities, even when we knew they were wrong. No one ever said anything."

She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Michonne, I'm being serious. Shit's embarrassing."

"I know."

He stared at her for a while longer. "Stay home today... Please?"

She sighed. "Fine, but tomorrow you're going to work or I swear to God, I'm sending you back to your mother's place." She turned to take off her pants, but Rick wouldn't budge.

"She said I wasn't allowed to come back unless I brought you with me." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "She also said that she would feed me to the pigs if she caught wind that I had pissed you off again." Michonne laughed despite herself. "She loves you more than me and I can't be mad at her for that. You've made me into a better person."

"You're such a shit talker." She said before he kissed her.