AN: For those who come for the smut, I felt bad about only giving you a taste of the night after the visit to Hilltop because come on, we all know killing that dude made Rick horny as hell, so here's an extended version. Next chapter is when shit starts popping off, so enjoy this while you can. Brace yourselves for angst-city!

Five Days Ago...

Crystal straddled the body of her dead lover for many hours, until the sun was nearly gone and her body swayed from the lack of water in her system in the summer heat. He was beginning to stiffen beneath her, rigor setting in. A giant of man, she'd always thought Ethan was invincible. That nothing could ever take him down, and really with Gregory's gross narcissism, offing him would've done their community a favor.

So, when those interlopers showed up, -when their crazed leader Rick stabbed Ethan in the neck for the attempt on that windbag's life and stood daring her community to judge him, as if he'd just done the most logical thing in the world bleeding him out like a slaughtered animal, as if he'd just done them a favor, bathing in her lover's blood...In a community he'd just visited for the first time...

She vowed right then, that she would see every last one of them dead.

After they'd gone, she picked herself up. She washed herself and ate, washed Ethan's body and helped bury him near the fence. She palmed the entwined hearts he'd carved by hand for her two years ago, as her own heart ached, packed her hiking gear, a spear and a knife, and headed off to the Negan's homebase.

Once there she told him everything she knew about the visiting group. Their violence, their purpose for coming, all of the food they took from them, and who was in charge. She knew the black one was definitely close to Rick. She was on her so quickly, the wind knocked out of her and knocked her hard on her ass after she'd barely laid a hand on him.

"Yes.-", she decided and relayed to Negan.

"They are definitely lovers."

Negan smiled his pepsodent grin and thanked her. Expressed gratitude for her loyalty. Told her she'd be richly rewarded for her troubles and when she waved that off, telling him she only wanted them all dead? He assured her that it would happen.

Then he raised his gun and before she could even blink, he fired a bullet through her skull.

"Nothing, in all of this shit existence is worse than a treacherous weak-ass bitch."

He looked to his man, Pablo, "Clean this shit up."

Later that Evening...

After, their plans had been solidified to take down Negan and his men in their sleep. -After they'd eaten and settled in for the evening, Michonne crept upstairs to his room, -now their room to find Rick laying nude beneath his sheets staring wearily up at the ceiling.

"Come to bed, Michonne." he said, his voice low and gravelly.

He patted what he now thought of as her side of the bed and brightened in her presence despite his mental and physical exhaustion. She slowly approached, switching those hips in that way that she had to know, he loved.

Tease, he thought and smiled lazily.

He watched attentively as she slowly disrobed, removing her katana and setting it near the night-stand, turning her back to him as she finished taking off her panties.

She heard him audibly groan, heard the shift of the sheets and knew that he couldn't help but touch himself as he watched.

"Don't move." he intoned, his voice a low rumble.

He got up and was upon her without warning, pressing and grinding himself temptingly against her nude bottom.

She gasped and he chuckled, drawing giggles from her as well.

He swept her locks from the nape of her neck and pressed his lips there, inhaling the essence of her as he did, -whatever magical concoction she'd managed to mix with the coconut oil, he found for her while scouting weeks ago and beneath that, calling to the most base primitive parts of his brain, purely her. He steered her around and gently bent her forward and low, so her face and elbows touched the bed. He then ground himself briefly against her gloriously exposed cheeks, before he dropped to his knees.

She heard his breath quicken before his mouth descended and opened wide against her slit from behind, his tongue doing sinful things to her. He wrapped one arm around her waist to pin her to him; her body was now at the mercy of his hot wet mouth and ruthless tongue.

She trilled like a cat at his delicious ministrations and he groaned low in his throat with masculine satisfaction as he worked her over to his liking.

The arm he'd wrapped around her, slid up her body to fondle her breasts. -Dragging down, to touch and squeeze her toned but pleasingly slightly rounded lower belly and he snaked his hand down the front of her body, through her curls, until he reached his destination. He pressed and swirled his index finger, adding layers of sensation, as he expertly fucked her with his tongue.

She sighed and shook, and melted into the sheets.

"Oh... Mmm.-gaawd Rick..."

She squirmed. There was nothing but the steady hum between her legs and within her heart, as she felt her body quickly cresting, the sensation spreading out from her center, lighting up every nerve-ending.

"Come on Michonne," he huskily mumbled against her and dragged his tongue up and down her slit, before gripping her ass and spreading her wider, his fingers and mouth switching places. He pushed and pumped them slow, and jerked them repeatedly against her g-spot, while he slurped her clit between his lips and swirled his tongue around it like it was the source of his life.

She trilled and then got unnaturally quiet as wave upon wave hit her hard and she came and came...

"Mmph!" he grunted and increased his efforts, a possessive fervor overtaking him.

His thumb pressed and rubbed the space between and against her other opening, as he sucked harder, his fingers curving against her g-spot, drawing it out as long as he could, only slowing finally, when her gasping breaths began to slow.

She was boneless and still gasping when he gently turned her and tugged her hips so his leaking length kissed her opening.

Michonne opened her eyes, and through the haze of her own steady afterglow watched Rick's red, swollen, obscenely wet lower lip disappear between his teeth as he closed eyes in bliss and pushed himself inside her, his length sinking in with ease.

"Ahh..." he gasped, and his eyes flew open as the aftershocks of her orgasm created a shuddering grip around his length, as he moved.

"...yeah...mm, fuck me Rick."

Her voice was the highest, thinnest thread of a whisper as she planted her feet and lifted her hips to match his rhythm.

"unh-ah-oh..." he whined, and helplessly picked up the pace, his body tethered to hers.

He closed the distance between them so his face was just a breath away from her own.

He needed this closeness. -Needed to see her as he completely fell into her.

"ah dammit, michonne. you're a drug...a fucking drug." he gritted out and kissed her sloppily as the pace reached a noisy crescendo; squeaking bed and wet bodies meeting, creating a lovemaking symphony.

His brow was furrowed and his sweat dripped on her but none of it mattered. His eyes were wet and his pupils blown wide as his body locked against her once, twice, and again and again...

"FUCK! FUUUUCK!....yes! AH-AH-aaaah...yeeeeeeeessss..."

He gripped her hip, and his mind was taken by blissful possession.

The pressure on her clit sent her over again, and she gripped his wet curls and pulled him into a kiss as both came down.

Almost a minute later, he reluctantly rolled off, leaving her open, -so open and still thrumming with a shadow of what they'd done.

He smiled and laughed in disbelieving satisfaction, completely sex drunk and kissed her exposed shoulder, meeting her equally blissed out eyes, before getting up to go to the closest. He recovered a clean, but rarely worn t-shirt, gave himself a perfunctory swipe and brought it back to bed to clean her up...naughtily massaging a bit as Michonne regarded him with a "Really?" look and laughed.

He folded the dampened part of the shirt in, and spread it on the wet spot beneath her hips. He then leaned in to kiss her some more.

"I was so exhausted today, but it seems I'm never too tired for you, woman. You brought me back to life and then killed me."

They both giggled against each others' lips snuggled in close.

Shortly thereafter they fell into a deep slumber, his hand resuming it's usual position resting on his second favorite part of her, after her radiantly smiling face.