This was supposed to be published in December but I went on vacation. Enjoy a little post-holiday smut!

To those who did not know him well, Rick Grimes might have come across as a bit of a Scrooge, a Grinch of sorts. Of course, those were people who did not know him. Were the truth to be told, that was as far from an accurate description as saying Antarctica is a tropical climate.

Rick was one of those rare individuals who got the true meaning of the holidays - giving of yourself. All of the employees at Grimes Chemical got three weeks off in December - with pay, something his father had started several years ago. Staff Christmas bonuses were also very generous. He threw a wonderful party for his employees and one for their children as well, where each child left with a present.

However, Rick Grimes personally didn't enjoy the holidays. It had never been a happy time of the year for him, nor was New Year's a time of rejoicing.

Rick was an only child and he didn't celebrate the holidays with his family, not any longer. His parents were now retired and his mother didn't much care for the cold, so they spent a large part of the year in Florida. He had no surviving aunts or uncles in New York and no close cousins. Friends also tended to flock around family at Christmas time, leaving him alone.

Romance and marriage had never come to Rick either. Love had managed to succeed in eluding him, much to his dismay. His parents were going to be married for 45 years in June, but long-term committed relationships were not something he knew anything about. He tried but he just never got it.

"You've got it all, but something's missing." Lori Walsh, one of his two personal assistants, was constantly telling him that - hinting that he should be trying harder when it comes to love.

Rick was tall and broad-shouldered, he dressed the way an executive should dress, and his salt and pepper hair gave him a distinguished appeal. Rick Grimes was a made to succeed so why had romance been so elusive?

Lori couldn't figure it out and neither could Rosita Espinosa - his other personal assistant. The 28-year old thought the sun rose and set on her boss, as did Lori. Of course, both women were biased. Their devotion towards Rick was visible with every bit of extended effort they put into their jobs. They simply loved their jobs and their boss.

Lori and Rosita both had unrequited love towards the handsome executive. Rosita was a polar opposite to her colleague. Where Lori was gregarious and somewhat brazen, Rosita was soft spoken and shy. Rick kept these two close - Lori was the public face of the company, but Rosita was the brains behind every major discovery. Both were invaluable to Grimes Chemical and to its success.

"What do you get for a man who has it all?" Lori groaned as she leaned over Rosita's desk. "Come on Rosie, you're the brains in this friendship - think!"

The diminutive brunette scrunched up her face and pushed her glasses up on her nose as she always did when in deep thought. She looked over at Lori and wished they could both come up with an idea, but thinking was not Lori's strong suit. She was the one that put Grimes Chemicals into the news with her personality, which left little time for deep thoughts.

"Too bad that we can't get him a makeshift girlfriend" Rosita sighed as she slumped back in her chair. "I hate to think of him all alone at this time of year."

"Yeah, wouldn't a cute girl be something to put in his X-Mas stocking." Lori teased.

"We could hire a sexy Call Girl?" Rosita smiled. "I think everyone would chip in and we could do it discreetly."

"We wouldn't want it getting out and the results could embarrass him!" Lori responded. "Now who isn't thinking?"

"You're right, you're right." Rosita nodded and sipped her homemade iced coffee. She slumped back in her chair again. "Y'know, it's just too bad that we don't know someone who has a lot of our best qualities - your personality, my brains and-"

"Michonne!" Lori shrieked, scaring a random staff member who was trying to get an early head start on his vacation.

"She's perfect!" Rosita grinned as she sat bolt upright in her chair. "She has everything that Rick needs, but-"

"But? But nothing! This is a great idea!" Lori retorted.

"Do we know if Michonne is single or would be interested in Rick in... That way?" Rosita questioned.

"I know she's single and I know she'd be interested because... I just know!" Lori answered. Michonne had the biggest crush on Rick and it was about time she did something about it. They'd be perfect together. "But you're right, we'd have to ask her and try not to make her uncomfortable." Lori knew it would be no problem.

"Are you sure?" Rosita said, biting her metal straw.

"Oh yeah, I'm very sure." Lori smirked.

. . .

Lori and Rosita cornered Michonne the next day at dinner and apprised her of their idea. She was all-too keen to participate but wanted to make sure that Rick knew what was happening. This was her only shot.

Michonne was a very unique girl. She was brainy and sharp, had a doctorate's degree and turned heads every time she entered a room. Beautiful and leggy, she didn't mind flaunting herself a bit, yet she wanted to be respected for her achievements. Michonne let her friends fill her in on their scheme between drinks and apps and then added a few twists and turns of her own.

. . .

Early on the afternoon of December 24th, Rick's doorbell chimed to announce a visitor. He found that odd as he wasn't expected anyone. He opened the door to discover a young woman standing on the other side of the door. He didn't recognize her but was intrigued by her provocative, although certainly seasonal outfit. Her red, faux-fur trimmed coat with a hood barely covered her ass and breasts. Her black thigh boots accentuated her hips and made her look delectable.

"May I help you?" Rick asked the young woman. He couldn't help notice her stunning face and dark expressive eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Grimes." Michonne piped up. She gave him a quick once-over and knew things were going to work out just fine. She had to take control and make sure every detail of their plan went off without a hitch.

"Excuse me?" Rick said as the young beauty entered the apartment, her high-heeled boots clicking on the expensive hardwood. "I don't understand, this has to be some sort of misunderstanding." Rick never turned down an opportunity but this was still all so confusing.

"Oh no, there's no misunderstanding." The young woman said as she set down a large basket. She was working both the Christmas and Red Riding Hood theme simultaneously. "My name is Michonne and I'm from Maid to Order. People hire me to clean their house, cook their meals and whatever else you desire. Your secret Santas hired me and today, you get the entire deal. I'm going to clean your penthouse and cook dinner for you, the whole nine yards."

"I see..." Rick said. Having this stunning young beauty around all afternoon would certainly perk up his day. "That sounds very nice, but what do you mean by 'the whole nine yards'?"

That was the cue that Michonne had been waiting for. She removed her long overcoat to reveal that she was also wearing a white silk teddy trimmed with red lace and white stockings. Rick's estimation of her body had been overwhelmingly inadequate, he now really had no objections to this wonderful gift. Absolutely none whatsoever. He secretly thanked his secret Santas for this Christmas gift, he would be making very good use of her.

Michonne was glad that she hadn't met Rick face to face before today, it gave her story more credibility. She was doubly glad he had no idea how badly she wanted him. Her service was real enough though, she and a close friend had started it in college to earn money and the other girl had kept it running, as it had proved quite lucrative. They had several other girls working for them and Michonne earned a small percentage of the profits. It allowed her to spend her money on whatever she liked - like the expensive boots she was currently wearing - while putting most of her salary in the bank.

"You don't really need to clean, I have a housekeeper." Rick admitted.

"Well I'll be the judge of that, I have different standards." Michonne pointed. "You go about your business, do whatever you want and let me work. You can even go back to bed for a few hours, I can do that room last if you like." she suggested.

"No, I slept twelve hours." Rick said, tightening his robe so that he didn't create any problems. "I lounged around all morning too, I'm gonna grab a shower."

'Would I love to see that.' She thought. It had been far too long since she had been with a man. Men were intimidated by her and often turned into wimps. That would not be the case with Rick.

Being raised by a neat-freak mother served her well and she soon made short work of Rick's spacious apartment. She left the bedroom for last, intent on messing it up again later. She got a delicious thrill at the thought of fucking the man of her dreams. Rick was everything an open-minded career gal like her could want.

Michonne finished cleaning living room and walked into the spacious kitchen to get dinner started. Rick had gotten out of the shower a long time ago and had immersed himself in some TV marathon. She brought him a few glasses of wine and some canapés to get him in the mood, and moved close enough to tantalize him with glimpses of her lingerie-clad body.

"What are you making? It smells delicious." Rick asked her on one of her passes-by.

"Duck in a cherry sauce." Michonne explained. "It won't be much longer, I hope you have an appetite." She hoped he had an appetite for much more than duck... perhaps she could get a Christmas goose from him?

She supplied him with a wonderful dinner, the duck, roasted potatoes, asparagus in Hollandaise sauce, salad and rolls from a wonderful Portuguese bakery she knew. She had also made dessert, should he want that. She hadn't planned on joining him for dinner, but he insisted. It made things go smoother because they got to know each other and now, even more than ever, she was smitten with him. She could easily see why women fell for him, she could only wonder why none had captivated him.

"Do we have dessert?" Rick asked. He was so like a man in that regard, a sumptuous meal and he still wanted a bit more.

"We have two." Michonne informed him, rising from her chair. "I made a nice apple crisp, you can have some now - or later. The second..." She sat on his lap "...is me. That is, if you want to mess up the bed I just made."

Her boldness apparently startled him. "Michonne, I'm certainly flattered, but you don't have to do that, I..."

She pressed her lips to his and insinuated her tongue between them, kissing him with a hot, sensual mouth. "I know I don't have to, but I want to." She informed him. "I wanted to the second I walked in the door. If you had grabbed me and led me to the bedroom right then and there, I would have gone willingly."

He returned her kiss and she felt her body tremble. At 5'8" tall and in heels, they were close in height and she flattened her body against his, letting him get a good feeling of her, she was sure was radiating from her body. To her surprise, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. To her further surprise, she found herself liking the somewhat antiquated gesture. It just seemed a very manly thing for him to do.

"Candles?" He asked as he looked around the room. "You planned this?"

"No, but I hoped for it." Michonne fibbed. "Matches are on the nightstand." She smiled as she stretched out on the bed, posing for his admiring eyes. Michonne wanted their time together to be playful and erotic even before the actual sex occurred. He seemed to be the kind of man who appreciated the visual and Michonne had a lot to show him before they got down to business. She had great legs and a wonderful butt she worked hard to maintain, so she moved around so that he could see all of that. His smile spoke volumes, he liked the view.

"I know that I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you before in my life." Rick expressed his admiration as she posed on the bed for him.

"I'm your little Christmas Kiss," Michonne teased. "Come to bed and taste for yourself, but first, you sir, have far too many clothes on."

"Point taken." Rick agreed as he removed his shirt and slacks. His body matched her own in magnificence. Hard, solid, lean and muscular, he could have posed for magazines, Michonne knew. He joined her in bed and they almost lunged at each other with the desire they felt. Both of them knew that it had been building since their arrival and there was no logic in postponing their coupling any longer. They tumbled about the sumptuous bed, candles flickering as they grabbed at each other, kissing and touching and igniting their own heat. Rick's hands were amazing, so strong and yet so gentle. Michonne's body seemed to be so soft and sumptuous, she wasn't yielding to Rick's lusty urges and was taking everything he did to her.

Rick moved down the bed and helped move her lingerie out of the way. Her boots locked around his back as he went between her smooth, dark thighs and went down on her pussy. The lips seemed to part for him as he went down on her, licking her in a slow and teasing manner, not allowing her room for coherent thought. Rick teased and licked between her splayed legs, his hands moving up her body to touch her tits as he ate her out. Michonne hadn't been with a man who matched his skills at oral, he was masterful and never once did her overdo it. He seemed to have perfected a wonderful rhythm and he was getting her off just the way that she liked. Her body arched up a bit more to allow her readier access and he got the hint and almost devoured her. Michonne's groans echoed off the walls as she let herself orgasm. Now it was her turn to show off a bit.

Few women could throat a cock the way that Michonne could, so she decided to show off a little. She took it from the crown right down to the balls, fondling those as she did so. Her new lover let out grunts and groans of satisfaction, all the while touching her body with his gentle hands. He did not let his own pleasures distract him from sharing with her.

The two didn't want their foreplay to end quite yet, so they moved around and his member was now in Michonne's mouth while his lips returned to her cunt. They orally pleasured each other for a time longer until an orgasm ended their mutual devouring. They rolled away from each other, temporarily spent.

"Wow, you're..."

"...still horny." Michonne teased as she rolled on top of him. Her gentle fingers trailed over his cock and she made a fist, encircling it. "I've heard a bit about you and your reputation is that stamina is not an issue with you. Care to prove it?"

"I could be convinced." Rick grinned as she slid on top of his now-hard member and wriggled until it was deep inside her pussy. She tightened her muscles for an instant so that she could feel it and then began to ride. He had a great cock and she wanted it to fuck her.

"Take me however you want." Michonne said. Men like Rick liked to be in control and she was going to let him take it.

Her body thrusted and thumped against his own, his cock felt as if it were being rubbed raw and he fought the urge to cum again in so short a time. She removed herself from his body and rolled a condom on to his cock. In the spirit of the season, it was striped with red and white.

"My own personal candy cane." Michonne laughed as she presented herself to him. "Now, it's time for you to fill my stocking - fuck me and don't stop!"

That idea worked just fine for Rick, so he proceeded to follow her request. He was already getting a good read on Michonne, so as he fucked her, he told her what a hot slut she was, he tugged at her locs, slapped her ass and squeezed her tits. Michonne loved every minute of it. Rick alternated his rhythms so he would be fucking her fast at one point and then slow down. It was fun to tease her and see how she would react. He made Michonne beg as part of their game and when she did achieve orgasm, he filled the condom with his own.

"It's after midnight." Rick smiled as he noticed a nearby clock. "Merry Christmas, Michonne."

"Same to you, handsome." Michonne smiled back as he dropped back into bed beside her. "Do you want some of that other dessert now?"

Rick laughed and nodded, finding that he had indeed worked up an appetite. "On one condition - if you don't have to be anywhere, stay and have Christmas breakfast with me - I'll even do the cooking."

Michonne's family lived in Canada, so she had no plans. "What a distinguished gentleman. Are you sure? Can you cook?"

Rick laughed. "My mama taught me everything I need to know." Rick told her as they put on enough clothing to cover them and went to the kitchen. "There's a lot you don't know about me - Michonne Hawthorne." He grinned.

Michonne didn't know when he figured it out, but she shyly smiled, she had been caught. She hoped that it wouldn't matter to him, because she really, truly liked this man and wanted to spend a lot more time with him.

Rick decided to let the mystery of how he knew his lover linger a while longer. He had personally approved her hire - he'd let Rosita and Lori believe that he never saw the purchase. Of course once he saw what they were up to, he Googled her. There was a ten-year age gap between them and he wouldn't want to have been accused of sexual harassment or being a creep. Whatever went on between them was mutual consent. Michonne was the best Christmas gift he had ever received. He intended to "enjoy" Michonne's company for as long as she would let him and for the remainder of the day, Rick did just that.