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~~~19~~~

"Have I ever told you that I like when you're sneaky."

Michonne chuckled amusedly from the passenger seat of her best friend's car. "I don't get to do it often. And I don't want you getting too used to it."

Sasha smirked while keeping her eyes on the road. "Let me get this straight even though Mike would never contact me in a million years. He thinks we are going to a spa in Atlanta."

"Pretty much. He suggested that you and I have a girl's trip. And here we are, headed out of town."

"Yes, so I can drop you off to The Famous Rick Grimes."

Michonne chuckled while shrugging, not feeling the least bit guilty using the epicenter of her husband's adultery as her cover.

"Quickies in town weren't enough. Didn't get enough time when you disappeared during the development event, huh?"

"No." she wouldn't lie, and they giggled at the honesty.

The approaching mile markers for King County prompted additional justification. "I know from the outside it may seem purely sexual. But there's something magnetic between me and Rick. Something drawing us together time and time again."

"Anyone around you two, paying enough attention can see it's not just about proximity."

"What if I need to spend actual time with him? Not just our run-ins. I could be developing these feelings because it's easy to imagine being with him as effortless. But we know that's not true of anything worth having."

Sasha squinted from concern. "You're making this a test? Expecting Rick to say or do something stupid. Then you can discount him?"

"Nooo."

Sasha tipped her head and Michonne exhaled having been caught.

"Okay. Maybe a little. It could all be an exit fantasy."

"A what?"

"Something Mike's therapist told him about his affairs."

Sasha sucked her teeth loudly. "What the hell has he got to escape from? That wasn't a monster of his own making. Sounds like he's trying to use his treatment against you."

"Even if Mike is. He and I had chemistry also. He gave me butterflies, once I let my guard down back in college. And as stupid as it sounds, I never saw it coming from him."

Michonne pondered. "Maybe I was just going through the motions after all these years together and I missed something. One day his ambition became more important than ours. And I was willing to take a backseat assuming his achievements would come then we'd return the mutuality to our marriage."

"But Mike stepping out pulled the rug out from under me. Maybe all these years together made me complacent. I want to make sure I've not fallen back into that oblivion. Because butterflies fade."

"Look I get it. But you have to give my best friend a break. You can't hold all of someone else's actions squarely on your shoulders. It's what you do with the information after."

"I get that but if I can miss all the signs that a man I've known since college could-"

"Michonne, I'm going to be honest. Granted I didn't know how Mike behaved at the start of your relationship and how he expressed his love for you then. But I get completely different vibes from these two men."

"It is different." Michonne's cheeks colored thinking of all the ways Rick declared she was the priority.

"That being said, I'd accidentally back the fire engine into either of their vehicles. You just give me the word."

The women laughed just imagining Mike's reaction to his BMW being crumpled up by a massive red truck. He loved that damn car.

"But seriously, if you are really considering something real with Rick. Then this overnight will give you a peek at what it could be. But you have to be open. Really open. And that means to even the possibility of being hurt again."

Michonne blew out warily. "I'm not sure I'm prepared for that possibility."

Sasha sighed but quickly glanced at her to deliver encouragement. "I have a feeling it's gonna work out for you. And if it somehow doesn't, I've got your back."

"You better. You started all this."

"I did, didn't I?"

Giggles filled the air as Sasha exited the highway, following the directions of the navigation app. But something dawned on Michonne, so she raised an eyebrow.

"How are you planning on staying out of sight till we drive back home?"

"I've got my own plans." Sasha winked then put her eyes back on the road.

"Does that plan include…"

The women impishly eyed one another at a red light. A glee Sasha tried to contain fought its way onto her face while Michonne didn't attempt to hide her smirk of revelation. "…Hershel's father!"

Sasha burst out laughing and reached over to pinch Michonne. She scooted away from the second pinch realizing she'd missed out on so much while in her own bubble.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The traffic light turned green, and Sasha used it to postpone the inevitable. "Because…"

"Because what?"

"You were too busy fighting off falling in love. I didn't want to come around all girly and giddy. Throwing anything in your face."

Michonne softly gasped at the bomb Sasha casually dropped on her. She pivoted in her seat to stare out the passenger window. But Sasha misunderstood the whiplash she'd given her friend and wanted to explain further.

"Circumstances are completely different. Glenn and I are free to openly pursue this whatever it is and all the places it could lead. You know, without guilt or compli-"

"I'm in love?" Michonne sat further back in her seat while she analyzed the assertion from a woman that knew her well.

"Mich, you are not a risk taker so this whole thing with Rick... I don't want to put words in your mouth. But yeah, it seems like it."

Michonne wished she'd turned the radio on when Sasha suggested it earlier. The music would've filled the car giving her more time for deliberation. Because acknowledging love would complicate things even further. Or… admitting it could make things simpler. Easier to understand why she was incapable and averse to ending her affair. Was it a love affair?

Yet the unacknowledged revelation brought up a new heart quickening inquiry. One that she was afraid to know. Scared to ask. Did Rick love her-? Michonne stopped short of adding 'too'. That would've meant complete recognition of her own feeling for him even if kept hidden away from fear.

Eventually Sasha tentatively reached over, placing a comforting hand on Michonne's arm. She nodded while encouragingly smiling. "It's written all over your face. And all those questions running through your head… well that's what this trip is all about. Getting that answer if you're up for it."

Michonne smiled warmly, not knowing if she was ready for what would come after. But she was thankful for the supportive friendship that she couldn't imagine not having in her life. Her and Sasha's ability to call each other out for growth and not shade while also being ride or die meant everything. Sasha was the sister she never knew she wanted or needed. But was so grateful to have. Then Michonne remembered how they'd gotten to this subject.

"Don't think I missed the part about you and Hershel's father openly pursuing a relationship!" she beamed full of delight, making Sasha giggle.

"Glenn! His name is Glenn which you full well know." Michonne laughed even louder than sobered. Her words came out with sincerity.

"I'm sorry my stuff has become this cacophony of chaos. No matter what I've got going on, just know… I'm always here for you. You can tell me anything. At any time. Your happiness brings me happiness."

The women's eyes grew glassy. The exact opposite of what one wanted while driving so Sasha used her knuckle to dab at her eyes. Then the women briefly grasped each other's hands providing mutual reassurance.

As they proceeded down the quiet, scenic route Michonne adjusted in her seat coyly smirking at her friend. "Soooo, what will you and Glenn be getting into?"

"Maggie's coming to get Hershel after my nephew and Carl get picked up in a little while. Glenn transferred his reward points to me so I could book our stay at the Four Seasons. Just in case, Mike checks. There's a room in my name." Sasha tapped her temple and snorted.

"A room? At the Four Seasons?" Michonne's jaw dropped, and they cackled again.

"I needed to go somewhere to help with your spa ruse." Sasha stuck her tongue out at her. "So, you are welcome."

"I'm welcome?" Michonne chortled. "Seems like you're welcome too."

"I am." Sasha blushed before slowing to make a careful right turn.

"And speaking of your ruse-"

Turning to look out the front windshield, Michonne wanted to know why Sasha stopped mid-sentence. They were navigating through a tree-lined path. Leading away from the main road, the trail opened to reveal a blueish-grey Low Country style house.

The grand home was elevated above its closed in foundation supports that presumably held a carport, maintenance and storage area. Above, a center staircase directed arrivals to a white columned, wraparound porch. Under the metal side gable roof, dormer windows lined the second-floor loft.

Surrounding the residence, acres of recently plowed and planted soil sat. The healthy state of the dirt indicated its prosperity. Across the way, a nearly equal large barn showed some signs of weathering on its light blue color. The color combination instantly made it Michonne's new favorite over red barns.

"Is this Rick's?"

"I assumed it was an Airbnb. It's gotta be an Airbnb, right?"

The women ogled the vast property as they pulled up yet noticed Rick was already outside. Leaning casually against an old but maintained pickup truck. A confident yet delighted smile exposed his teeth. His cheeks rose so he couldn't get them down if he tried. The sudden lifted sparkle in his eyes told Michonne he'd been nervous she might not show. But now that she was here, he couldn't contain his joy.

His enthusiastic strut down the cobblestone walkway broadcasted his ever-sexy curved legs. Rick's trusty cowboy boots enhanced his chosen outfit. A tan jacket with brown corduroy uppers was paired with snug black jeans and a white T-shirt. The only things missing were a ten-gallon hat and a long piece of wheat dangling from the corner of his mouth. Michonne was happy a hat didn't obscure his wayward curls, letting them bounce with each stride.

Taking in all that deliciousness sauntering her way caused Michonne to unexpectedly blow out an audible, deep breath.

"Bitch, did you just exhale?" Sasha questioned and Michonne covered her mouth but nodded yes.

Sasha was trying to formulate a snappy follow-up, but Rick arrived at her halted car too quickly. His glee stopped him from hesitating, and he opened Michonne's door. A hand was provided to assist her out. She felt like a bell arriving at a ball. Their eyes locked all while she rose to stand before him. And before Michonne knew it, she was being lifted in the air and twirled around so she squealed.

Gliding down the front of Rick until her feet touched the ground, they gazed starry eyed at one another. Then Rick remembered they had company he was thankful for. He reluctantly pivoted to lean down and peer into the open door.

"Hey Sash."

"Didn't know we were quite at the nickname level of our friendship yet. But as long as you take care of my girl, I'll allow it."

Rick snickered still enjoying the ribbing he'd gotten from both Williams' siblings. He was also happy to hear she considered him a friend, because he felt the same.

"That's good to hear. And you don't have to worry, I'll always protect Michonne."

"Good. Well, you can start off by getting her bag." Sasha pointed to the back seat smiling at his use of 'always' in his declaration.

Rick swiftly opened the back door, grabbing the overnight bag from the seat. All the while, Michonne stood by girlishly grinning, uncontrollably. Sasha, realizing her friend was in a daze, called out to her.

"I'll let you know when I'm on the way to pick you up tomorrow evening."

"Okay." Michonne stammered, still lightheaded by the pleasant yet scandalous situation she'd gotten herself into.

"Take care of my friend, Bowlegs."

"I will." Rick chuckled, turning red before closing both car doors.

Michonne waved her goodbye, but Sasha couldn't help but rib her one last time. "And have fun, Stella."

Rick stood perplexed by the inside joke that had the women cackling. They all waved to one another as Sasha swung her car around and departed to prepare for her date in Atlanta. Watching her friend leave made this secret getaway vivid for Michonne. But the way Rick adoringly took her in made her breath quicken.

"I pulled the pickup out to give you a tour of the property, but I think I wanna get you inside first."

"Okay." Michonne coquettishly batted her lashes walking to Rick so he could take her hand in his. Then she remembered hers and Sasha's question.

"Is this yours?" she gestured to the extensive land and Rick chuckled shyly.

"I still consider it my parents' land. My dad sacrificed a lot to get it back up and running after inheriting it from his father. My great granddad purchased the property on a whim when it was in ruins. Not much experience but he saw the potential and wanted to leave a legacy."

Michonne listened intently as they leisurely strolled hand in hand towards the house. Getting to know more about Rick was exactly the plan for this King County rendezvous.

"My mom infinite in her wisdom, convinced my dad to hire more help once the harvest flourished. But he still worked on it during the decline of his health. After he passed away from cancer a while back, my mom retired and stayed for a few years. Eventually, it felt too empty for her. And she had no intention of running it even with my help." Rick chuckled at the memory, but Michonne squeezed his hand.

"I'm sorry about your father. Losing parents creates a permanent ache you have to adjust to."

Realizing the tragic experiences Michonne was divulging to him, broke his heart for her more than it did for himself. He hoped his kiss to her still clasped hand provided her some comfort when he unknowingly rehashed their painful commonality.

Michonne gently smiled at him, accepting his sweet comfort, deciding to share more. "My mom died while I was very, very young in a car accident."

"I'm so sorry."

"I've made my peace with her passing. I think it's made me a better mom. At least that's what I'm striving for."

"And you are accomplishing it." Rick smiled then carefully went to his next inquiry.

"What about your father?"

She exhaled deeply, telling him this was a sore wound. "When Andre was a baby, he suffered a series of unexpected strokes. Then he was just gone."

"He raised you all alone. I wish I'd gotten to meet him."

Michonne smiled. "He would've liked you."

Rick beamed just from her pronouncement alone. Learning Michonne's history brought him understanding. Possible reasoning as to why she'd suffer through unhappiness in her marriage. She built the relationships, friendships and community she had. It wasn't so easy to walk away from even in the face of betrayal. Especially when Andre was getting something she didn't have growing up. Both of his parents.

Rick and Michonne both sighed, trying not to get lost in sorrowful memories and she switched to something lighter. "What did your mom end up doing?"

"She ah moved to a little gated community in Florida with her sisters. She's always on a cruise to someplace new with her retired friends."

Michonne beamed. "I love that for her."

"Yeah, me too. I would love it if she got to meet you."

Michonne awkwardly grinned then turned to face the house. Rick knew it was her way of deflecting. But he grinned at her astonishment while they climbed the stairs to reach the entry porch. "So, this is yours?"

"Technically. I don't think I could ever bring myself to sell it. It's paid off. I just keep up with the taxes and maintenance. I rent out the land to a few men that worked it with my dad. It gave them and their families a chance to establish themselves as new farmers producing their own product without all the risk. I get rent, of course. Also, a bonus from what the harvest yields at price."

"I knew from the cowboy boots that you were a country boy through and through. But I never imagined this."

Rick snickered as they reached the French doors. He held the storm door ajar with his body so he could turn the knob of the front door for Michonne's entry.

"Welcome to Violet Fields."

Stepping inside, Michonne found herself gasping again. Beyond the foyer, an open great room contained a wood burning fireplace. One could tell the interior was redesigned to open the large kitchen to the living space, meeting modern standards. Following the high ceilings upward revealed the second level's balconied hallway above. Sunlight flooded in from the many windows and the second set of French doors that led to the back of the wraparound porch where she spied a covered grill and loungers.

"I gave the caretaker the day off so it's just us tonight."

Anxiously awaiting Michonne's estimation, Rick bounced his weight from leg to leg while she spun taking it all in. Michonne noticed that she missed the dining room and an office near the front entrance. Off the grand staircase to the right was a small corridor with double doors.

"The master bedroom and bath." he gestured. "I never found it in my heart to take it over even when Carl and I stayed here for a bit during the divorce and subsequent custody battle. It was nice to be home though."

Michonne was stunned that he'd given all this up to move to her county. She couldn't lie it also gave her some trepidation as to the degree of his relationship with Jessie. But for now, she wouldn't get hung up.

"Rick, this is beyond beautiful and much more than I expected. Not that I knew what to expect. You're still surprising me."

"I like to think I've got some more good ones up my sleeve." Michonne smiled tenderly at him when he moved in to press his body alongside hers.

"Would you want to move back here one day?"

"Eventually, I guess. Grandkids running around. Barbecues on holidays, birthdays and random weekends. Plus, sunsets on the porch are breathtaking. Just like you."

He leaned in to softly and languidly press his lips to hers. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Me too." Michonne was breathless until something dawned on her. "Wait, are we staying in your childhood bedroom?"

Her eyes humorously lit up and Rick couldn't hold back his eye crinkling laugh.

"I didn't want to presume so I made the guest room up for you."

"I think it's safe to say, I'm a sure thing."

His blue eyes darkened as they dropped to survey her form. Michonne often referenced his cowboy boots when her signature was usually some sort of boot herself. Today, she returned to one of his favorites on her, lace up combat boots. Black leggings adorned her legs showing their incredible shape until a denim blue, button-down shirt's tails got in the way.

"I can show it to you now, if you like." The double entendre was not lost on either of them.

"I think if we go in that bedroom right now, we won't come out."

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea." Rick smiled devilishly as Michonne scooted away from his grasp. The heat was inexplicably rising, making her shimmy out her jacket.

"It's not but I want to know your other plans for me Cowboy."

Rick grinned, taking her jacket. Sharing his world was the next step in convincing Michonne to open up in return. To seeing their compatibility beyond the sexual, therefore he'd pause his carnal desire.

"Let me put your things in my room first. Be right back."

Up the stairs he went leaving Michonne to get a closer look at his family home. In the grand room, she grinned brightly getting confirmation that baby Carl looked just the way she imagined. Bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks before his freckles developed. His pictures crowded the mantel but there were a couple of young long-haired Rick making goofy faces that had her snickering. Candids of him and his parents demonstrated his resemblance to both.

At the center there was a framed photo of the couple in their youthful days. The optimism and joy shined from their eyes. Being together through the hard times but capturing the best moments to hold near. Michonne was happy her parents had gotten to love one another while they could. She hoped it was much the same for Rick's parents. She hoped it would be the same for her too.

Glancing up, Michonne saw Rick without his jacket, had exited the bedroom. He leaned on the railing and helplessly gazing down at her. After a moment of shared affection, he reluctantly broke the connection to eagerly jog down and join her.

"Got you something."

"Let me guess. It's nothing." they laughed as Rick produced a gift bag from behind his back. Michonne raised a curious eyebrow and swiftly took the bag. Inside she spied chocolates of course. But there was also-

"Toothpaste." she chuckled shaking the box, so its contents rattled, and Rick grinned amusedly.

"I wanted to have a few things you liked just in case you forgot them."

Michonne dug deeper to find a satin pajama set with a matching bonnet. "Your hair is short but the woman in the store assured me that it was still useful."

"She was right."

Michonne dug deeper to find several pairs of lacey panties in numerous styles. Lingerie was a great gift option for a lover, but she wanted to know why it was just panties.

"For the ones, I owe you. From before."

Michonne chuckled leaning in to kiss him as a thank you. Once he gratefully accepted her smooch, Rick pulled something else from his back pocket. "There's something else. For Andre, really."

He took the bag, giving Michonne the envelope. When she carefully opened it, her eyes welled up with tears. She leisurely ran her free hand down Rick's chest.

"Two tickets to the new art installation in Atlanta. Andre is going to love these."

"I figured you or his dad could take him. They are good for the length of the exhibition." he shrugged happily knowing that she appreciated them and thought her son would love them too.

"But there is one more surprise for you in the kitchen."

"Really?"

Placing the gift bag and envelope on the coffee table, Rick guided Michonne to the kitchen. On the long island sat a glass vase filled with a bountiful bouquet of flowers. Pink viburnums to be exact. Her favorites.

"How'd you know I love viburnums?"

"Sasha might've helped. I figured I'd done candy and jewelry. I should swing back to what should've been the start. Flowers."

"Thank you." Michonne admired them before taking a long sniff. "What are you up-to Cowboy?"

"I want us to do all the things couples do." he shrugged, and she smirked.

"Like laundry. Watching tv. Cooking dinner. Bickering. Grocery shopping."

"We technically were in a supermarket together already." they giggled remembering how he'd chased her into the parking lot, his melting groceries be damned.

"We can compromise going forward. Today and tomorrow… whatever you want. But let's add a healthy dose of kissing, hugging and cuddling. And we can't forget about necking."

"Did you just say necking?"

"I did." Rick chuckled then moved in, placing soft kisses right below Michonne's ear. Each placement produced pulses throughout her body. Her aim was to learn more about Rick. Letting him lick and suck at her neck would have them testing the strength of the round wooden table sat in a nook near the back windows.

"I'm awfully hungry."

"Me too." his lips swapped to the other side of her neck. Michonne swooned nearly ready to cave but her stomach grumbled making them laugh at the interruption.

"Okay, let's put a pin in that and get you something to eat."

"What do you have?"

"I ran to the market and picked up a few things. Figured we could make dinner together. I can play your sous chef. Andre has talked all about your chili mac and cheese."

"Chili, mac and cheese? You must want us to learn a lot about one another tonight." Michonne and Rick snickered, realizing the effect that kind of meal could have on their digestive systems.

"I do but maybe not that part. Just yet."

"Let me take a look in the fridge and cabinets. I'm sure I can come up with something."

Michonne observed the kitchen island's large bowl of fruit. Apples, persimmons, oranges & grapefruits. "Fruit salad to hold us over?"

"Sure. These were grown right here. And I gathered some pecans from the tree out back too, if you like them."

"I do."

They both washed their hands in the large barn sink before Rick pulled out a wooden cutting board. Michonne easily found a large glass bowl without asking for its location, rinsing it. Once again, their natural flow carried over no matter the whereabouts.

When Rick began to carefully peel and slice fruit without her help, Michonne grinned. "How about I play some music?"

"Sure. There's a speaker you can connect to." he gestured with his chin to its location.

Retrieving the device, Michonne linked her radio app. More Than a Feeling by Boston begun to play and she swayed to it. But she noticed Rick's puzzled look and she shrugged.

"I love this song."

"Didn't take you for a light rock girl."

She chuckled and kept moving. "I'm convinced my dad kept the local light FM station in business."

"Really?"

"He'd only play it and the soul station. Especially on Sunday mornings while he did the laundry. Listening to James Taylor, Carly Simon, Carole King and Paul Simon reminds me so much of him. Even the ballads from The Bee Gees. Not enough to create a ringtone though."

Rick chuckled nervously knowing he hadn't either.

Michonne snorted while taking a seat in one of the counter stools to watch Rick cutting up the fruit. "Not to bring him up but Mike also had that song as a ringtone."

"Hmm… that's a hell of a coincidence. Really didn't peg him for a classic rock guy either."

"His tastes vary apparently." Michonne rolled her eyes. "But enough about him. Let's get back to you. Because you're just full of surprises."

"Am I?"

"It can be a good thing. Never a dull moment."

"You're not fond of spontaneity."

"I wasn't. But I'm starting to see its positive attributes. Deanna revealing you're the owner of the property. Now that really got me."

"She likes you by the way."

"I like her too. I'm introducing her to other community leaders. It should help with her upcoming campaign. A mutually beneficial relationship will help the Southside not be left behind in the towns upward mobility."

Rick paused his work to toss some more sliced fruit in the bowl. The wheels turning in his head with viable solutions.

"Grimes Construction could lend a helping hand. If anyone needs repairs at their business, we could offer a lower rate or a deferred payment plan. Helping them compete while revitalizing and maintaining the beauty and history of the neighborhood, is what we are all about."

"That would be amazingly generous. We could petition for city grants to help fund others who can't afford it."

"At our next management meeting, I can discuss it all with Reg and Morgan. When I get back, they are signing paperwork to become my partners. Officially."

"Really? I'm sure that will make them and their families very happy." Michonne reached into the bowl swiping a piece of fruit to nibble on and Rick giggled at her impatience.

"What made me happy and surprised, was receiving your application for the corner lot."

"Deanna encouraged me."

"And here I thought it might've been me." Rick grinned.

"Oh, you definitely got the ball rolling." Michonne snickered eating another slice of persimmon, but she fed Rick a piece too which he cheerfully accepted.

"Deanna told me she has connections with Pamela Milton, who plans on running for mayor here eventually. She wants to switch away from her father's base and show that she's more progressive."

Michonne shrugged her uncertainty as she chewed deliberately. "Most politicians lean to presumed capital. I want to make sure our leaders know that the Southside not only draws capital but will decide where to direct it."

Rick paused his cutting to assure her. "You've proven that with just one development event visit. Your influence, charm and business know how. You're bringing celebrity eyes and money there. That all speaks volumes for flourishing business potential. With your foresight, all parts of town would thrive."

Michonne sat up straighter listening as Rick continued. "I could talk to the Miller's and the Niedermeyer's."

"You would do that for the Southside?" she was overwhelmed by his unselfish enthusiasm.

"I would. I'd do it for the community, of course. But I'd do it for you."

Rick picked up a slice of apple and held it out for Michonne. She glimpsed the piece before leaning forward. Opening her mouth, waiting to be fed made Rick exhale and place it on her tongue. When he went to withdraw his digit, her pillowy lips squeezed his finger. Her teeth scathed the tip, and he groaned helplessly. When she finally relinquished his finger, Michonne coyly grinned and proceeded to snack on more prepared fruit. She'd feed Rick pieces, allowing him the chance to suck at the juices lingering on her fingertips.

Completely captivated by her, Rick wanted more to marvel at. And he came up with an idea. "Don't think I didn't see you chuckling at my pictures."

"I didn't expect your hair to have been so… big." Michonne used her hands to demonstrate how massive and curly his hair was in one picture.

"Now, you understand why I came all but begging in the barbershop. It took me a long time of trial and error to get it under control." Rick laughed fondly at his awkward teenaged years. "I doubt you had an embarrassing phase."

Michonne snickered at how perfect he seemed to think she was. "We've all had moments where we weren't so sure of ourselves. In fact, I think I have some old pics on my phone."

Digging in her pocket she retrieved her device and swiped until she found what she looked for. She passed the phone to Rick.

"There's a few in that folder." she granted him permission to swipe to other pictures and he did. A smile bloomed admiring each photo. Michonne as a little girl smiling from the seat of her white and pink bicycle with tassels on the handle bars. A teenaged Michonne with friends presumably at a party in an oversized denim jacket. Then there was a picture of her, probably in her twenties smiling coyly while wearing a cream coat.

"You used to wear braids?"

"Yeah, faithfully back in college. I loved me some long box braids. They were perfect for my busy schedule on campus. I switched to locs when I got pregnant with Andre. I couldn't be bothered with the upkeep. Only to realize, locs required work too." she laughed at her youthful foolishness.

"Yeah, you are just the type of girl I would've had a huge crush on."

"Really?"

"From afar." Rick returned her phone, and she placed it on the counter.

"Why?"

"I never would've thought a gorgeous girl like you would be interested in someone- like me. I would've silently pined for you." Rick sighed thinking about how captivated he would've been, feeling it was still true even with her here in his family home.

When he finally looked up, the heat inexplicably resumed from Michonne's unabashed stare. Rick instantly grew self-conscious when she didn't stop.

"You know you're staring at me?"

She tipped her head to the side. "You really don't understand how handsome you are."

Rick blushed uncomfortably, not wanting to accept her compliment. But Michonne got up from her seat and rounded the counter after seeing his reluctance. Slowly, she reached up gliding her fingers through his hair. Her fingers weaved through the thick curls until she got to the back of his head. Resting her hand there, she amorously gazed up at him.

Her fingers played in Rick's curls until he closed his eyes and leaned into her. Their lips met for a delicate and slow building kiss. But the passion rapidly ignited as Rick's hands wandered from her waist to her ample behind. Yanking her closer to him, their heads turned back and forth. Tasting the sweetness of the fruit lingering in their mouths. This simplistic connectivity could've lasted for hours and hours. Kissing like hormone filled young people, both nervous to reveal their true desires. Their tentativeness was overridden whenever they were near.

Eventually, the lip lock transformed into languid pecks and sucks at the other's lips. With a groan, Michonne stepped back. Her eyes not leaving the field of hunger raging in Rick's. But she took another step away regardless.

Unbuttoning her shirt from the top down, Michonne opened it exposing her balconette bra beneath. The mounds of her breasts filled the tops making Rick's mouth water uncontrollably. But he waited because she didn't stop at discarding her shirt. Kicking off her boots then pulling off her socks, Michonne leisurely slid down her tight leggings.

Her panties, just two strings and a triangle had Rick panting, assuming they were a thong. And when she bent over to pull off each leg, his theory was proven correct. The smooth dark skin of her round ass beckoned to him, but Michonne stepped back again.

Rick stopped in his tracks. His hungry eyes roaming from her polished toenails, up her long velvety legs, to fight his way past her barely cover mons onto her flat stomach. Her heaving breasts, his last stop before landing on her face. Exquisite was the word for all her facial features. But his eyes dropped to her lips as she finally opened them.

"I want to watch you pine for me."

Not understanding what Michonne meant, Rick observed her backing herself up to the kitchen table. Sitting back on its edge, she opened her legs just wide enough that he had to stare. He willed the flimsy material to expose his desired view. But envy raged in him observing Michonne's hands journeying over her body. Her flesh being manipulated not by him.

Her thighs. Her neck. Her sides and breasts all garnered equal attention. But her brown eyes never left his face. Michonne wanted to digest all his need. His readiness to be with her. To please her. His must, to be in her, turned her on the most.

Slipping her fingers into her panties, she moaned finding herself unimaginably wet. A tap at her clit sent a shockwave through her so she grabbed her nipple. Her legs struggled against the rhythm she soon found. Michonne writhed on the table watching Rick bite into his lip. The expansion of his lungs raising his torso predatorily.

"Rick…" she muttered when her fingers entered her drenched walls.

As she moved them in and out, Rick hastily pulled his tee off. He didn't dare take his eyes away when unfastening his jeans either. He would be ready when she gave him his chance.

"Rick…" she whimpered again but this time he knew she was calling to him. She wanted him inside her. To replace her motions before she met her end. He was incredibly hard. His cock trembling at the thought of entering to satisfy their greed.

"Please Rick. Come fuck me."

Before he knew it his thoughts and her command were being enacted. Rick's booted feet carried him into heaven. Wrenching Michonne's hand free to make full contact with her slicked pussy was the first order. Between her legs he pressed his heavy, throbbing cock making her shake. Yet he simultaneously forced her two fingers in his mouth. Slurping her pulp from them until his tongue spread them because he didn't want to miss a drop.

This feral state and the lack of blood in his head dizzied Rick but didn't deter him from his mission. His hands yanked at Michonne's bra straps allowing her breasts to spill out. His tongue and teeth fought it out for the attention of her perk nipples. The darker skin of her areolas somehow sweeter with each powerful suck.

Holding herself up on her elbows against the strength from Rick, Michonne intoxicatingly watched. Her legs bent so they could be grasped behind the knee. Her flexibility once again on display when Rick lifted one high, running his salivating tongue up the back. From her ass to her thigh to the back of her knee, he salved. Licking and sucking his way up her calve until he could kiss and nip at her ankle. His ferocious appetite and the tingly sensation caught Michonne off guard.

"Shit!" she shouted as a small, unexpected climax rocked her.

Her body's secrets were being discovered in new ways, for both of them. But Rick wasted no time. He swiftly unleashed his aching cock, pushed her panties to the side and pushed in. He too was astounded when he plunged further. Her grip was undeniable. The curve of her pussy was created and waited for him. He had to believe this because he had never felt like this before. The deeper he went, the more Michonne's eyes crossed. The more she shook. The more she moaned. The vibrations traveled to him, urging him on.

"I'm going to make you cum again." He warned. No threatened.

Michonne cursed as he drove into her wildly. Hoisting her legs higher in the air so she fell back on the tabletop. She bounced on each impact when Rick gripped her thighs, his feet on the floor for traction. Harder he slammed into her and the noise echoed through the otherwise quiet house. Her feet bounced and her toes pointed as she prepared for the fresh wave. She'd not be caught off guard when the next one hit.

At least that's what Michonne thought. She panted when Rick abruptly withdrew. He dropped her legs to the floor and pulled her up to her feet. Spinning her around, he roughly smacked her ass cheeks from above. Her skin stung but she loved it. And when he bent her over the table then whacked her slit with his open palm, she yelped as the unpredicted wave struck.

"Good girl."

"Fuck…" she muttered then grabbed at the table feeling his dick return to the nectar leaking anew from her.

"Hmm… I guess I'm gonna have to make you cum for a third time." the timber of his voice deepened with his vow.

Thrusting inside carefully to relish in the all-encompassing sensation of Michonne's inner walls pulling him, Rick hissed. This position took him back to the day she charged in his home for a confrontation. The overpowering yearning to sex one another when they both knew it was wrong wasn't present now. He couldn't be convinced this was wrong when each rebound against her ass was sublime. Their breaths jutting out on each deliberate impact.

Michonne was getting exactly what she asked for. Rick was fucking the shit out of her. And she loved every minute. The pace. The temperature. The feeling of being opened up. The building pressure. His fingers digging into her pliable skin. She wanted to know what his workout regime was, because his stroke was aerobic. But knowing a third climax was steadily approaching, she needed Rick to keep going. She was so close.

"Don't stop! I'm about to cum." she desperately whimpered as he continuously ricocheted her against the table. Her hands desperately grasped the wood trying to keep her lifted.

"Me too." Rick admitted, his dampened hair clinging to his forehead.

His toes cracked but it was scarcely heard over the jangle of his belt buckle. He didn't alter his thrusts. He maintained the course she'd told him would get her there. Michonne may not have known, but Rick was fighting for his life. Every clutch she made of his dick inside her, nearly stopped him. But just like in his hallway, this was his chance. He wouldn't falter now that he'd gotten her where he wanted her.

The staccato rhythm of his balls slapping his engorged clit caused Michonne to hum and whimper. She could go on like this forever or she could die on the spot. Luckily, her body knew what to do when within an inch of Rick. It gave in. A fierce constriction of her muscles occurred unlike before and an explosion of her juices covered his dick even more.

"Fuck you!" Michonne shouted because she still couldn't fathom how this man could have such precision when it came to her body. Yet she smiled enjoying the peace he restored. A sensitivity her quivering walls equally returned to him.

His last plunges imperative when combined with her tightening. Her aftershocks pulled Rick's seed from him. "Chonne! Shit! Fuck!"

His knees all but buckled collapsing him onto Michonne's responsive back which she welcomed. It was a sign of her job being well done also. And they continuously shuddered riding out their magnificent culmination while gulping down air.

Feeling revitalized, Rick and Michonne chuckled in bliss from the predicaments they landed themselves in. Still reluctant to leave the warmth created by their union, Rick remained buried inside her. And Michonne was grateful he hadn't pulled out either. Yet dragging oxygen into his lungs revived his brain function as he calmed. It made Rick think of something he had wondered about from earlier. Still firmly inside Michonne, he asked near her ear.

"Is your middle name Stella?"