I decided to post as a separate, mini story instead of continuing "A Biker and a Babe." I think it'll be easier for me to add mini stories about 70s Rick and Michonne as opposed to writing a long fic.

A Biker and a Babe Side Story

"Welcome to my home!" She showed it off like a model did on TV. "It's kind of small, but I live alone so it's no big deal." He watched as she removed her shoes. He did the same.

They took a few more steps before she stopped them again. "This is the living room." He looked around the cozy room and admired the pictures she had on the shelves. "That's my mom and my grandma and me." He chuckled at a gap tooth Michonne.

"This is nice, way different than my old place." He said, once again.

"Thank you."

She took his hand and lead him towards the kitchen. "This is my clean kitchen." She emphasized the word 'clean' remembering how dirty his was and how she almost threw up when she opened the fridge. "And my clean fridge and my not-expired food!"

He laughed again. "Alright, alright."

She laughed aloud. This was the happiest she had been in the last two months.

"So where's your bedroom?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

She pretended she didn't hear him. She knew that the moment she showed him her bedroom, it would be over and she didn't want him to leave just yet. She took his hand again and lead him to the dining room. "This is where I host my dinner parties and grade my papers."

"Mhm." He said absentmindedly. He approached her, wrapping his hands around her hips, ignoring her talk about her fancy china and her wallpaper and her African masks and whatever else she wanted to talk about. "Hey." He said.

"Are you listening to me?" She asked. This happened last time, she thought.

"I missed you." This was not the Rick she remembered granted, she'd only known him for two days. She looked up at him and caressed his face. She remembered the Rick that hated talking about his feelings because he wasn't no bitch, but she needed to know things before he left. Did he want to be with her for the long run or was he merely interested in sex?

Michonne buried her face in the crook of his neck. She didn't say anything for a long time.

The odd pair stood there motionless for what seemed like hours before Michonne spoke again. "Did you miss me or did you miss the sex?"

Rick groaned. Michonne pulled away. "You're something else, woman."

"It's an honest question... I need to know." She almost whispered

He struggled with his words. "I missed the sex, yeah, but I can get that from a lot of girls." She backed away. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't..." Her eyes widened, he groaned. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Is that why you're here?"

"No, I came to tell you that you need to send your letter to the rightful owner: the Smithsonian." Her eyes widened for a different reason, she had forgotten all about that. It was Rick's turn to laugh. He watched as she scrambled out of the room in a panic. He sat down on one of her mahogany dining room chairs and waited for her to finish whatever it was she needed to do. He looked around the room and for the first time noticed that every single piece of furniture matched her personality perfectly. The maroon wallpaper really did accentuate the light brown furniture.

Why do I care about furniture matchin'. He frowned to himself. This isn't something he needed to know.

Rick heard the door open and close and then open and close again. "Sorry about that, I had to write a new one and make sure that it went to the 'right person.'"

Rick stood. "I came here to tell you that I'm not going anywhere." She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "You can bitch and complain, but I'm not leavin'." Michonne hadn't paid attention to the actual sound of his voice before. He was a hardened man, but still had southern roots.

"People will look." She weakly said.

"Is that something you're not used to?" He said sarcastically, knowing that not many professional Black women had good paying jobs like she did.

"What if you find someone else? Someone white?" She lowly finished, her eyes were getting misty. The idea that he would find someone prettier or lighter than her was something that she thought about all the time. In fact, it was one of the main reasons as to why she hadn't written to him - he was handsome, he could have anybody.

He stood up and walked towards him. "There is no one else." He leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was so soft, she almost didn't feel his lips touching hers. When he pulled away, she was already staring at him. "Only you."

"Do you want to see my bedroom?" She smiled.

Rick shut the door behind him. He wasn't paying attention to much except for the woman standing in front of him.

"Take off you clothes," He demanded, breathing in her scent, "I wanna show you how much I missed you."

"You promise?"

He smirked. "Always."

Michonne smiled as her removed her clothes painfully slow. She wanted Rick to be aggressive with her so she did all that she could to piss him off.

"Are you gonna strip for me or are you trying to slow things down?" He asked, growing impatient. "It's too late for that, we've already screwed around."

She smiled and continued to take her time.

"Babe, I don't got all day."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

He raised an eyebrow and leaned on the wall. "Nothing."

"Really? You're not gonna spank me?" She asked, genuinely surprised.

"Maybe later... I've never seen you strip though." He leaned against the wall, watching her sway her hips to her own melody.

Michonne giggled and started to slowly remove her clothes, giving Rick a show.

Rick smiled at her. He couldn't believe that in the span of two days, he had managed to fall in love with her.

"Show's over." Her said after she took of her bra.

She pouted. "You don't like my stripping?"

"Fuck."

"That's not an answer." She chastised, sauntering towards him.

"Are you gonna teach me a lesson?"

"Only if you don't fuck me right." She winked.

He threw his new and un-patched leather jacket in the corner of the room and took off his shirt. He then picked her up and threw her on the bed. "Lesson number one: don't underestimate me."

"Yes, sir." She answered in a fake serious voice.

"Good." He eyed her up and down, her breasts standing at attention. "Take your pants off."

"Take your pants off." She demanded.

"You wanna suck my cock?" He raised his eyebrow at her.

"I've been wanting your cock in me for the past two months." She blushed.

"Lesson number two," He said, "Don't shy away from me; you want something, tell me." He kissed her again, more aggressively this time. She moaned into his mouth when he pinched her left nipple.

"I want you."

He smiled and pulled down his pants. Michonne laid down on her back at the edge of the bed and allowed Rick to place his balls in her mouth. She gently licked his balls, missing the feel of them. He moaned.

She shifted after a few moments so that she could properly suck his dick. Rick was on the verge of grabbing the side of her face and fucking it when he remembered that he had all night with her. He watched as she hungrily sucked and kissed his member. His breathing grew shallower every time she took his entire cock in his mouth.

"Oh God." He said.

She stopped sucking to ask him if she was doing a good job. He responded by throwing his head back and groaning loudly.

She continued to bob her head up and down his shaft until she felt his breathing hitch. "I'm gonna cum." He couldn't help it, he grabbed the side of her face and held it where he needed it to be. He fucked her face a few times before spilling his seed inside her mouth. To his amazement, she swallowed it all.

"Goddamn it, woman!" He said, breathing heavily.

"Did you like that?" She smiled up at him.

She stood on her knees and he wrapped his arms around her. "I sure did... Turn around."

She did as she was told and stuck her ass up to his shaft.

Rick got hard instantly. He removed his boxers and pants and coated his cock with her juices. Michonne shuddered at the feel of his member. She was nervous, but excited. He entered her in one swift movement. She moaned and he cursed. He grabbed hold of her hips and started pumping in and out of her slowly at first, to get re-acquainted with her pussy. "Fuck!" He yelled.

"Oh God, Rick."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Oh God." She cried out again.

He laughed and picked up the pace. Watching her ass bounce on his dick was enough to make him cum again. He attempted to control himself, but couldn't. He hadn't done this in a while. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groaned again and again. He grabbed hold of one of Michonne's tits and fucked her even harder. She gasped when he started hitting her G-spot with his cock.

He felt her change in demeanour and changed his pace. He elongated each thrust, fucking her hard and slow like he had all the time in the world - to a certain effect, he did. He hoisted her up so that they were both on in a vertical position. He bid her shoulder blade and she cried out. "You miss this cock?" He whispered in her ear. Michonne didn't respond. "You miss this cock, baby?" He asked her again, moving his hand from her breast to her clit.

Michonne hunched forward, startled by his move, but Rick quickly picked her back up. "I'm not done with you yet." Her body started to twitch and Rick knew she was close. "Cum for me." He continued his pace and rubbed her clit with his free hand. Her breathing was getting shorter and she body was getting tenser. He felt her pussy tighten around his dick which made his balls tighten as well.

She cried out when she came and he held her in place, still playing with her clit. She tried to close her legs, but he wasn't having any of it. He forced her to cum once more - which caused her to collapse - before he came inside of her. He removed his hand and licked his fingers before lying down next to her, breathing heavy.

They lay tangled in her bed. She ran his hand on his scar tissue, the bullet hole and the scar. He flinched, but it wasn't as severe as the last time. He knew what she was about to ask him, it was now inevitable. He needed to answer her for her sake and his.

"Where's this from?"

"Vietnam."

She sat up, hand on his chest.

"How long were you there for?" She asked as she wrapped his arms around her, forcing her to lie back down.

"Two years." She stayed quiet. "I got shot by a kid and the bullet went right through me. The doctors said I got lucky because they wouldn't have been able to operate on me otherwise." He was trying his best to not relive the moment but it wouldn't leave him, it would never leave him. He had killed a kid that day and there would be plenty more like him during his tour.

She stopped breathing. He rubbed her back. "Don't do that, don't feel sorry for me."

"I don't." He laughed. "I'm sad."

"Don't be sad either, I'm here now, aren't I?"

"All those people." Her thoughts drifted off. It wasn't fair. While she hadn't been affected by the war, she knew plenty of people - a few of her former students too - who had been drafted into this war. She thought of them and of how many had come back in caskets while others had taken to living in the streets. "They shouldn't have sent y'all over there." She said to herself.

He continued to rub her back as she examined the rest of his body. She never did get a good look of it. He was lean, but muscular. His shoulders were covered in freckles and his arms had faded tattoos on them. "Are these also from Vietnam?" She asked as she ran her hands over them.

"Yeah."

"Were you a marine?" There was a marine corps tattoo on his left bicep.

"Yeah."

"What about the one on your back?"

He was quiet. He couldn't tell her this story yet.

"Rick?" She looked at him and realized that he was looking right into her eyes. His gaze was so intense, she had to look away.

"One day I'll tell you about it, okay?" He promised.

"Okay." She smiled a small smile, looking down, and he kissed her.

She nuzzled her face in his neck and he smacked her ass. "Stop that."

She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm not afraid of you!"

He laughed louder than he should have and kissed her again. She deepened the kiss. "I missed you a lot." He said when they pulled back for air.

"I know." She gently caressed his face.

"I thought I'd never see you again." He continued. Those two months without her annoying ass had been the saddest and most pathetic of Rick's life. He had kept his place clean because of her and had even started listening to disco music. He did any and everything that would allow him to keep the memory of her and her go-go boots. Truth was, no matter what he did, he wouldn't be able to forget her, he had fallen in love with her before he even knew it.

"You know... For an outlaw biker, you don't seem so bad." She brushed some of his hair out of her face.

"Oh yeah?" He flipped them over so that he was on top of her. "You won't be saying that for long." She giggled and wiggled her ass, signalling that she was ready for round two.

. . .

Michonne had taken to nuzzling Rick's neck despite his lazy demands for her to stop. She used her right hand to caress his beard and to hold his face in place while she annoyed the tough biker.

"Are you done yet?" He asked, mildly annoyed, but amused nonetheless. He could get used to this.

"Do you have somewhere to be?" She asked as she kissed his cheek for what felt like the millionth time that evening. He sighed and she laughed a throaty laugh. "You love this and you know it." They had been glued to one another for an hour. Michonne, kissing his face, and Rick, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to him. A drastic change from the first time they met.

"Yeah, yeah." He said as he sat himself up.

Michonne frowned at the sudden change of mood. She gently touched his back as he ran his hands through his hair. "Hey... Are you okay?" She asked.

He stayed quiet for a bit. The truth of the matter was, his nightmares were becoming worse. He didn't want to scare her by letting her know that Vietnam had fucked him up more than what she had seen, but he knew that she would soon be able to put the pieces together. "I better get goin' soon; I need to help out with the shop." He didn't look at her when he said it. He couldn't bring himself to lie to her again.

"It's almost midnight, can't it wait until tomorrow?" She asked, practically begging him to stay. He sighed and she removed her hand from his back. Rick immediately felt cold. He turned around to see her covering herself up with the duvet.

"Don't do that, please." He said, finally turning to look at her. He knew that she was upset - it was like they were in tune with one another despite not having known each other or been around each other for that long. "I'll be back tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure, we can hang out." She said, trying to act unaffected.

"Micho-"

"It's fine, Rick, really it is." She dismissed him. She knew it, he had said all those things to get her to bed. She rolled her eyes, not wanting to be a crybaby but not being able to stop the lump from forming in her throat.

"No it's not." He started. "This ain't easy for me. I left Arizona and all the people I knew for you and..." He sighed again and she moved closer to him. She wanted him as much as he did her. Rick rested his head on Michonne's chest. "I get nightmares from my time in 'Nam. They were gettin' better, but then they got worse." He wouldn't admit that they had only gotten better because he thought of her. Michonne remained quiet.

"They told us to shoot the enemy, but sometimes the enemy was a ten year old boy. Other times it was a mother trying to protect her home. Sometimes... it was just a lost civilian. The screams..." She caressed his curls as he gripped her tighter. "I still hear them and they scare me more than anythin'." He fell to his knees before her and held onto her for dear life.

She pulled the duvet over his body to give him a sense of comfort. "It's over now, Rick." She whispered.

"No... I-"

"How can I help you feel better?" She interrupted. In truth, she wanted to know more, but didn't want to rush him. He would tell her when he was ready.

"Stay with me."

"Okay." She whispered back. She brought him back to bed and wrapped them up in her duvet. She held his body close to hers, afraid of letting go. He in turn allowed himself to cry for the first time in years. He didn't know if she would embarrass him in the morning but for now it was nice to know that someone was on his side despite all the horrible and illegal things he had done overseas.

. . .

Rick and Michonne laid entangled in each other throughout the night and into the early morning. While he had opened up to her a little, he still couldn't tell her about the horrors he had personally faced - the imprisonment, the sounds, the starvation, the drugs - he didn't know if he was brave enough to talk to her about those things.

"Are you awake?" She whispered.

"Yeah." He answered.

"What's going on in your head? I could feel you shake in your sleep." She gently prodded, she knew that it would take more than a few nights together to get him to open up.

"Too damn much." He tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm here Rick, whenever you're ready."

He sighed and held onto her tightly and fell into a comfortable sleep.

. . .

Rick woke up alone and confused. He looked around the spacious room and realized that he was still at Michonne's place - the room smelled like her. He felt the side of the bed and noticed it was cold, his heart dropped a little bit.

Rick yawned and got up, he might as well go and check what Jesus had in store for him at the shop since Michonne had abandoned him. Abandon. He needed to get it together, she told him she was gonna be there for him and he woke up in her home. He chuckled and shook it off, "Stop acting like a bitch, Grimes."

Rick made his way to the main living area when he caught Michonne in her pyjamas, looking at what he thought were assignments.

"Hey." He whispered.

"Good morning, sleepy head." She smiled. "Why are you whispering?"

"Didn't wanna disturb ya."

She giggled. "Just grading some papers, nothing too serious." She turned to face him. "Are you headed out?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I should go and check the shop out..."

"Okay Rick, I'll see you later." She said with a smirk and turned back to grade her kids' work. Michonne was trying her best to let him know that he could come and go whenever he wanted, he wasn't being held against his will and that she trusted him enough at this point.

"Well... Aren't you gonna-?"

"Gonna what, Rick?"

He chuckled and scratched his brow. "Jesus Christ, woman."

"Rick if you want something, you gotta ask me. I can't read your mind." She put her papers down and got up. "What do you want?" She whispered as she sauntered towards him. "Hmm?"

He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "You know what I want."

"Do I now?"

He went to kiss her and she jokingly pulled back. "Give your old man a kiss."

"Just a kiss?" He groaned and Michonne laughed. "You gonna come back here after?"

"Got nowhere else to go right now... Except for Jesus' place."

"I can show you around town if you want." She shrugged. "Since you're new and all."

"Michonne Anthony, are you askin' me out on a date?" He exaggerated his accent and she rolled her eyes dramatically. "I didn't think you wanted to be seen with a Honky like me."

"Maybe if you get rid of this beard and combed your hair and wore pants that didn't look like they've been through a storm and-"

"Now hang on!" He laughed.

She held his face between her hands. They stared at each other for a little while before she finally kissed him. Rick smiled into the kiss and held her closer - he wanted to memorize the feel of her body against his.

Rick didn't want to admit it but he was nervous to get out there, in the San Francisco air, without a support system so he held onto Michonne. It had been years since he really ventured out alone and he was too damn old to start. Michonne in turn rubbed his arms, she had a feeling he wasn't completely ready to leave her house and 'go to work' so she let him take the lead.

"Guess I gotta head out now..."

"Guess so." She smiled. She might as well get breakfast started. He looked like he hadn't been eating much. He sighed and rested his head on hers. "You are so ridiculous, Rick."

"What?"

"You can come back here, you know? You can stay for as long as you want. I own this house." She teased him.

"I know." He said, not letting her go.

"Then why the long face?"

"Just nervous, I guess. Haven't been out in the world since '71." Rick scratched his chest, hating the fact that was being so vulnerable so early.

"Well Mr. Grimes, I'm sure Jesus would understand."

"Yeah..." He put the cigarette in his mouth.

"Go check out the shop, make some friends, and come back." Rick chuckled when she said 'friends.' He wasn't ready for that just yet. "Or you can watch me grade papers all morning and then watch me prepare assignments."

"I'll go see Jesus." He relented.

"Good." She kissed him one more time and sat back down to finish grading papers.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that! I'll be here when you come back." She switched from a blue pen to a red pen, ignoring Rick's pouting face.

"Christ, woman." He said as he made his way back upstairs to get ready for the first day of his new life.