Michonne ran her fingers through Rick's hair. He had been buried deep inside of her for a while now, not wanting this moment to end. He would move inside her, almost finish, and then stop. He didn't know how to tell her he loved her with his words; he hoped his actions would show her how much he did.

Michonne had moved into the apartment building he lived in a year ago and they had quickly become friends, bonding over their love for jazz music and hiking. When she found out that he had a rather young son, she didn't shy away like most women did. In fact, she became a sort of mother figure to the little boy who had acquainted himself with her dog, Paola and her many exotic plants.

The two didn't think that they would end up in the position they were in and as fast as they did. When Rick had invited her over that evening, she assumed it was to binge watch another Netflix series neither had heard of, but when she got there, Carl was nowhere to be found.

"She's with Shane." Rick mumbled to her silent question.

She smirked and placed her purse on the counter, why she brought it, she didn't know.

"So we can finish True Blood and not have to worry about the dirty parts." She feigned disgust as Carl had done before which resulted in a chuckle from Rick.

The two made themselves comfortable on his spacious brown couch, a wine glass each in hand, and proceeded to watch four episodes of True Blood before she yawned, inevitably ruining the mood.

"We can watch somethin' else if this is boring you." He said.

"No," She started as she put her empty wine glass down, "Wine makes me sleepy."

"You've only had three glasses."

She glared at him. "I'm no spring chicken, Sheriff."

He withheld his response.

"Cat got your tongue?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"Me?" He looked behind him, pretending to check if she were addressing someone else.

"Yes you!" She giggled.

He laughed. "Oh! Nothin'!"

Her eyes turned into slits. "Sure..."

They stared at each other for a short time before the light on his television screen dimmed.

"I think I want a beer now." He said as he stood.

"Can you grab me one?"

"I thought you were sleepy."

"I am, but that doesn't mean I want to go to bed."

He thought she was flirting with him, but he pushed out the thought from his mind because she wasn't the type of woman to look at a man like him sexually. Everything about her screamed confidence while he was a heartbroken single father.

He came back with an entire six pack of beers. She didn't know what to make of this. Was he trying to get her drunk?

"Thank you." She said when he handed her one. She had become nervous in the time he walked into the kitchen.

He looked at her for a brief moment before shrugging and sitting back down.

"So..." He begun after a few moments. He felt the shift in her demeanour as soon as he had gotten up.

"So." She repeated.

He inhaled in and out a couple of times, trying to distinguish what scent he was catching. "Are you feelin' alright?" He asked.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"You're all rigid, I can feel from here." She shrugged and cracked open her beer. He opened his and watched her drink the can's contents with a smirk on his face. She was nervous tipsy. "Feel better?"

"Much." She said as she pulled her feet up on the couch and rested them on his legs.

"Comfortable?" He chuckled.

"Very!" She replied. "So what's next? The Bacherlorette?" He tried not to roll his eyes, but his smile betrayed him. "You know you love it as much as I do!"

He mumbled something that sounded like a yes and she squealed with glee. She set her beer down and moved closer to him

"Chonne?" He asked, his heartbeat quickening. She had grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"It was lonely on the other side." She pouted.

He chuckled as she made herself comfortable in his arms. "You're definitely drunk."

"Am not!"

"Whatever you say." He smiled, content that she was more comfortable his arms.

Now here they were, Rick on top of Michonne, thrusting in and out of her as slow as humanly possible.

"Rick?" She whispered. He didn't look up. "Rick!" She said again, this time catching his attention. When he looked at her, there were tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah." He sniffed. Michonne immediately enveloped his body with hers, providing him with a safe cocoon.

"We don't have to continue if you don't want to." She whispered.

"No, I want to."

He was drawing it out as long as possible and she wasn't going to question his reasons. Right now he simply lay atop her, his heart thundering and his breath coming quick, and she bore his weight.

"Talk to me... Please." She begged, kissing his face.

They say people are more honest when they're drunk, but Rick hadn't managed to say the words that were resting atop his lips since she had chided him for not letting Carl wear butterfly wings around the house. "He's only five; what's the big deal?" She said. He kissed her back, gently at first and then roughly, to match the speed of his thrusts. Michonne cried out into his mouth and he took this opportunity to introduce his tongue to hers. God, he had wanted this for so long.

"Harder." She harshly whispered, grabbing a fistful of his hair. "Fuck, Rick, harder!"

Rick raised himself up from her body and gave her what she was begging for. He was holding onto her hips so tightly, he knew that there would be bruises on her velvety skin in the morning. Michonne gradually moved her hand towards her heat and started touching herself as he fucked her mercilessly. After a few minutes of watching her please herself, he felt his balls tightening.

"I'm gonna cum." He wheezed out, he was spent.

"Cum inside me." She moaned through closed eyes. He could feel her orgasm coming. Her hips were gyrating in different directions and he could feel her hold on his member getting stronger and faster.

Rick lowered his body to hers again so that just their foreheads were touching. "Not tonight." He whispered as he kissed her gently. Michonne's orgasm came not too long after that and he quickly pulled out to finish on her stomach.

"Fuck." He said, wiping his sweat from his face and chest.

"Come here." She tiredly said, grabbing his shoulders.

"It's hot." He protested.

"I want you close to me." She kissed him deeply again, forcing him to mold his body with hers.

He could listen to their heartbeats forever. He couldn't tell when his started and hers ended or when hers started and his ended. He happily exhaled and she brushed a few stray curls away from his face. He enjoyed the feel of her skin and lips, but loved it more when she played with his hair or touched him. Rick was drifting in and out of a deep sleep when he mumbled "I love you." Michonne had smiled when she heard it but said nothing back because she knew that he was already asleep, sharing his most sacred secret.

"Tell me when you're ready, Mr. Grimes." She smiled down at him and continued to play with his hair until she too fell asleep.