I won't be able to watch the Oscars tonight so I'm just going through my junk stuff and posting everything. Some of which I know is garbage, but there's been worse.

"Look how good my ass looks, Rick!" Michonne yelled in a drunken stupor from the other side of their bedroom. She had switched from her regular pajamas - consisting of heart shorts and one of his old t-shirts - to one of her favourite lingerie sets after drinking two entire bottles of wine by herself. "Rick! Are you looking?" She asked, twirling around in front of the large rectangular mirror in the closet. "Rick!" She yelled again.

"I'm lookin'." He smiled, staring at the two brown globes in front of him, the spheres where his dick stayed warm during the winter and summer months. Michonne had lost twenty pounds since giving birth to their second child and she was proud of her body. Tonight, was also the first night in a long time that she was able to cut loose. "It looks very good." He agreed.

"It looks more than good, it looks fantastic." She posed, tilting her head and slightly lifting her leg to make her look even more appealing than she already did. "I have to document this." She mumbled to herself, walking further into their walk-in closet. She grabbed her grandmother's fur coat, a pair of sunglasses, and her white heels on her way out of the small room.

Rick stared at her in disbelief. "What are you doin'?" He asked when she grabbed his work cellphone.

"Documenting." She sauntered back to the large mirror and started taking pictures of her ass.

"That's my work phone."

"Are you angry with me, sheriff?" She asked as she dropped to her knees. Rick stared at her in disbelief. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her drunk, but he was pretty sure she was not this brazen. However, he couldn't not look at her body; he could see her reflection and currently, the pose she was in was reminding him of their more intimate moments. "Are you?" She breathed out with the perfect pout, she also took another picture.

"You shouldn't be usin' that phone, it's for work purposes only." He lazily chastised.

"I'm sure your boss will be so upset with pictures of your wife on your phone." She remarked sarcastically. "Doesn't he have a thing for Black girls, he always has a new girl on his arm." She took another picture of her body. "Maybe you might even get a raise!" She paused, realizing something. "Then we could go to Fiji!"

"We're not going to Fiji anytime soon and we're certainly not goin' because of what you're doin'." He thought about what she said, but did he want to exploit her? He'd have to talk to her about this in the morning.

"We could make a pretty penny off of these." She got up ungracefully and with a grunt, but resumed her photo shoot.

"I'm sure, babe."

"Really?"

"Yes." He paused. "C'mere."

"We can make a video." She said as she sauntered towards him, shedding off her coat and glasses along the way.

"Keep the shoes on." He ignored her.

"Okay, Daddy." She said as she straddled him.