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Rick was about to enter the shower when he heard his phone ring by the bathroom sink. Normally, he would've probably let it go to voicemail and call back whoever called him later. But he was very aware that it was not any person, it was Michonne. Rick could tell that it was her because of the ringtone he assigned to her caller id, it wasn't anything special; just different from the one he used for all his other contacts. He wanted to be able to know when it was her calling. The only other person with a singular ringtone was Carl.

Rick wrapped his towel around his waist and walked to the sink to answer his phone.

"Hey." he answered, a smile crossing his lips.

"Hi," Michonne answered back with her own smile. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Well, I was just about to take a shower when you called, you know I have that thing with the precinct tonight. I'm not really feeling like going but I guess being the sheriff, I don't have much of a choice." Rick explained.

"Well, I won't keep you too long then…" Michonne trailed off, she kept quiet as if debating something. "What are you wearing?" She continued.

"Well it's not really black tie attire kinda thing, but I do have to clean up for tonight." Rick innocently explained. Michonne let out a small laugh at his naïve response. "What?" He asked with his own laugh, not understanding why she was chuckling, but still laughing with her.

"No, what are you wearing, now?" She asked again her voice deeper than usual, making him realize her intentions. Rick faltered at the question, he could feel some warmth spreading in his cheeks. He couldn't say he was a prude, really far from it, but compared to Michonne, he could be more reserved. But she had her ways to make him be more vocal.

"I only have my towel around my waist." He shyly described.

"Yeah?" Michonne added.

"Yeah" He gave back still a bit timid.

"I would love to see this view." She huskily declared to him "You know what I would do if I was there with you?" She asked, seduction dripping from her voice. "Wouldn't you like for me to be there?" She continued, earning a sigh from him.

"Of course," Rick answered, leaning on the counter behind him and his free hand playing with the towel around his waist.

"Do you want me to tell you?" Michonne toyed with him, Rick stayed silent as excitement took over his body. "You gonna have to answer me Rick." The way she could say his name send shivers all over his body, he cleared his throat.

"Yeah." He answered briefly, he already felt like he couldn't keep his composer any longer. She completely had him in the palm of her hands.

"Well," She started slowly "I would kiss you on your lips first, then I would kiss your neck right where you like it," She described to him. Rick closed his eyes, bringing the image she was illustrating to life.

"I would glide my hands all over your torso, I'd take my time caressing every inch of skin. I'd want to see you squirm for more. Do you want me to do more, Rick?" She questioned him, bringing him back to the present.

"Yes." He simply replied throatily.

"Tell me what you want me to do." She instructed.

"I want you to touch me." Rick let out in a whisper.

"Where?" She questioned him seductively.

"Lower." He answered, eyes still closed, his left hand moving closer to where he really wanted her to touch him.

"You have to be more specific, Rick" She gave back, her voice silky. Rick really enjoyed that dominating side of Michonne, especially in these moments of pure pleasure. At work, he always was the one in charge and to be followed, so it was really gratifying when she had total control over him like she did now.

"Under my towel" He retorted to her demand. Knowing that's how explicit he'll probably go for now, yet to be comfortable with this new experience, Michonne continued.

"Then what?" She continued with her interrogations, inciting him.

"Keep on kissing me," Rick started "All over my body." He finished before she could demand further more description.

"I would kiss down your neck as my hands slid down on your beautiful chest. My nails would scrape your skin and I would follow with my tongue." Rick's breathing hitched at her depiction, which only encouraged Michonne to go further. "I would kiss down your stomach, over your navel to the edge of the towel around your waist. My hands would graze the front of the towel, I would take my time undoing it while I lick the skin just above it." Stopping for a beat, "Are you enjoying that?" Michonne questioned him. Of course, she already knew the answer to her question, but she wanted to hear it from him.

"Yeah." He shakenly let out, gaining a smile from Michonne.

"I'm glad to hear so," She continued "My hands are slowly pull the towel away from your body and start touching you. Caressing you slowly, gripping a little bit more firmly."

Rick started rubbing the front of towel slowly, eyes closed, picturing what she was describing as if she was right there with him. His free hand moving to the opening of the towel, gliding it inside where he was vividly imagining her touching him.

"Are you touching yourself Rick?" She asked him, pulling him out to the present. But he couldn't quite focus on what she had just asked him, all of his effort put onto the wave of pleasure he was feeling at the present time. "Are you?" She pressed.

"Yes, I am." Rick finally answered.

"Does it feel good?" Michonne questioned tantalizingly.

"So good." He gave back shakenly.

"What else am I doing?" She quizzed him, coaxing him into sharing more of what he was imagining. Rick cleared his throat, trying to gain some clarity. "Would you like for me to take you in my mouth?" She proposed seductively.

"Hmmm yeah" Rick let out, his voice scruffy.

"I'm using both of my hands to rub you, slowly. I'm kissing the tip, licking my way down before going back up. And I'm slowing taking you in my mouth." She described to him, she could hear his breathing becoming more and more labored as a chocked moan escaped his lips. "I love having you in my mouth, you taste so good." She continued with a sultry voice.

"I keep moving my hands, tightening them a bit more as I keep sucking. Caressing you with my tongue."

"Fuck, shit" Whispered Rick as the speed of his hand augmented.

"I want you to come Rick," Michonne commanded. "Come for me."

It was all it took for him to reach the finish line. He could feel the surge of pleasure overcoming his body, his hand kept on going. He finally came gasping, his hot sperm covering his hand. Rick slowed down his movement to a halt, trying to catch his breath.

"I think I might forget about tonight and just come to you!" Proclaimed Rick with a lazy smile on his lips after a beat.

"No, you know you can't do that!" Chuckled Michonne. "But I do want you to think about it for the entire night." She told him, voice raspy.

"Huh, I don't think I'll be able to survive the night then." He responded, his voice filled with desire.

"Oh you will, and I promise that I will make it worthwhile." She seductively enticed him.

"Yes ma'am." He answered with a snicker.