Rick tried to read everyone's faces as they all sat in the living room with their three new guests.

Glenn looked apprehensive as usual and Daryl disinterested. Abraham seemed much calmer today but Rick was still weary. The guy was massive and Rick knew saying the wrong thing might end up in disaster.

He looked at Andrea. She didn't have her eyes on Abraham but on Eugene and Rick knew there was something about that guy he couldn't trust. But he knew even Carl could take that guy down. He was weak, flabby and grossly overweight.

"Look, we can pull our own weight around," Abraham said. "We just need to regroup before we get going again. I noticed your fences. Pretty dangerous, with your women and children here. We can help rebuild."

Rick considered this. He knew Abraham could either be a strong ally or a deadly enemy. He looked around the room once more and no one seemed to want to say anything. In the end it was Hershel who finally turned to him with a nod. "I trusted you, once."

Frankly, he owed Hershel so much, and knew the old man was wise. He finally relented. "Alright. One week. We keep the guns unless you have to use them."

"Deal," Abraham said and Rick prayed to God he was making the right call.

"Looks good," Hershel told her as he inspected her wound. Andrea winced, looking at it. It didn't look so good to her. It was hideous and still green and purple. And it hurt like a bitch. But she was so sick of being in bed all day.

"Are you handing me my discharge papers?"

Hershel chuckled. "You could say that. Just take it easy for a few days." When Rick let himself into the room Hershel gave her a knowing smile. "If you can."

Andrea rolled her eyes. Dirty old man.

"If you can what?" Rick asked, but Hershel just laughed and Andrea shook her head, her cheeks coloring a little.

"Nothing."

"She's in the clear," Hershel said.

"Thanks, Hershel," he said as he watched the old man go. He turned to Andrea. "What was that about?"

"Nothing," she chuckled.

"Was he being a pervert?"

She laughed as he walked over and pulled her up from bed. Instantly her arms came around him and he kissed her neck, pressing her close and feeling the fire immediately. Andrea nudged him. "He didn't give us the clear for that."

Rick smiled. Waking up with her had been pretty perfect, but he'd practically had to run to take a cold shower. He just didn't trust himself and his wandering hands around her, and judging by the way she gripped him back he knew she couldn't trust herself, either. Maybe they should re-consider their sleeping arrangements for the time being.

"You think I made the right call?"

She pulled back to look at him. "That girl weighs 90 pounds soaking wet, and judging by the size of the other one's gut, I'd say we could take them. If they were looking for trouble they would've found it already."

He considered her words, mulling it over. He couldn't help it, though, not so soon after the others had attacked.

"Rick, we can't just stop living," she told him when he worried.

He smiled. She was right. He was fighting to keep them alive yet at the end of the day, he wasn't really living. Hell he'd nearly lost her just days prior and he felt like he was given a second chance he's not gonna waste.

In the end, it was Andrea who couldn't wait any longer, unsurprisingly.

They were admiring the new fence, feeling relaxed for the first time in months.

She didn't say anything. Just gave him a knowing smile and he understood.

He didn't really kiss her. They kissed each other. He didn't grab her in his arms in a grand romantic gesture. He walked up to her and she walked up to him. And when he put his hands to the sides of her face, she put hers on his hips. When he leaned in, she leaned in, too.

The minute he kissed her, or they kissed each other, he knew right away. There had never been a doubt, but this sealed it. Her lips were warm, soft, and he was surprised by how quickly they found a rhythm together. Just as he began to itch to explore the inside of her mouth she opened her lips for him like she could read his mind.

It was sweet, he realized. But the sweet quickly turned to hot when she moaned and he felt the reverberations down below. Every time she ran her fingers through his hair, it did something to him. He'd never known that about himself. He'd never known until she did it and now, wow. She was going to have to keep doing that. A lot.

Andrea pulled back slightly and did a little breathy thing that made him feel even crazier. "Let's go back," she said, her voice lustful and that lust wasn't lost on him nor was the way she was biting her lower lip.

Rick raised his eyebrows at her suggestion. "Now?"

"Yeah, now," she told him, grabby hands wandering. "Why not?"

Rick smiled against her mouth. "I thought you'd wanna wait."

She kissed the corner of his mouth and pressed herself to him. "Why would I wanna wait, Rick?" He didn't reply and when he didn't, she pulled back a little to look at him. "Do you wanna wait?"

He grinned. "Hell no."

"I think we've waited long enough," she said and kissed him one last time. "Give me a five minute head start and meet me in my room."

"Okay," Rick said, didn't know why they had to sneak around. He and Lori were done. But he understood her need for privacy. Too much gossip in this group and Andrea hated gossip.

It was hard to watch her go and even harder to wait. Those 5 minutes stretched for a lifetime. He kept looking at his watch, willing that needle to move faster. But he swore he saw it jump back a few times. He almost crushed his watch at one point.

Five minutes on the dot, he was walking back to the house. A few of the members were tending to the garden. Carl and Glenn were playing together. He rolled his eyes when he saw Abraham and Lori walking side by side off in the distance. Whatever. It didn't bother him and it didn't surprise him. Abraham was just Lori's type; big, strong, manly, protective. He wished Abraham all the luck in the world and jogged up the steps to the house.

Carol was in the kitchen cooking, but she didn't notice him. He reached her door and suddenly felt nervous. Like a kid going on his first date or like he was about to lose his virginity or something. He only had to knock once, and the door opened, she reached for his arm and pulled him inside.

Before he knew what was happening their lips meshed together. He gripped her tight around the waist to pull her close and she stood on her tip toes, hands on his forearms for support.

"What took you so long?"

"You said five minutes," he gasped against her. "I waited five minutes."

Andrea laughed. "You actually used your watch, didn't you?"

"You said five minutes!"

"Figure of speech, Rick!"

He laughed and turned her around, pinning her against the door, pressing himself to her thigh and they both moaned.

She peeled his shirt off and threw it off to the side to join the mess of clothes that were always on the floor. He brushed his lips against her neck and she undid the button of his pants, dragging the zipper halfway down and reaching inside his boxers to grab him.

He groaned against her and stilled her hand. "Andrea, slow down."

She growled in frustration and he chuckled, gripping her waist tight and picking her up. She wrapped her legs around him and he began his way towards the bed, but it was like a freaking obstacle course and he stumbled several times.

"God, do you ever clean this room?"

"Hush," she punished his criticism by biting his lower lip but he moaned in pleasure, lowering her onto the bed and climbing on top of her. With her legs wrapped around his waist there was no way to be polite or gentlemanly. He pressed himself down on her and they both moaned again.

"Don't let me hurt you," he whispered at her. "Okay?"

"You won't."

So he did it one more time, and once more after that, feeling like a teenager humping his first girlfriend on the back of his old Chevy Nova.

But he couldn't help it. It felt so delicious and he was so hungry, so eager to bite her and taste her everywhere. He'd been wanting it for so long, had fantasized about her so many times, hell, had jerked up to thoughts of her so often that in the end he no longer felt any shame.

But it'd been different, his fantasizes. In his fantasies he'd taken her for granted. Way too much, because the real Andrea wasn't the innocent flower he'd always imagined. She was quite the opposite; aggressive, assertive, did whatever she wanted without any shame. She met him thrust for thrust, bit back when he bit, touched whatever she wanted to touch without asking permission.

It was driving him crazy. They hadn't done anything yet and already he began to worry he wouldn't last much longer.

Suddenly, a knock on the door made them jump. "Andrea?"

Shit.

Andrea sighed. It was Glenn. The knob began to turn and she panicked, and yelled out the first thing that came to mind. "Don't come in, I'm naked!"

"Oh, sorry," Glenn said, and then pulled the door close quickly. "Uh, have you seen Rick?"

Rick rolled his eyes, sighing in frustration against Andrea's neck.

"No," Andrea replied.

"Okay," Glenn said, and they heard his footsteps fade away.

Rick lay there for a second, breathing her skin. Andrea turned her head towards him. "Should you go check that out?"

"Let them figure it out by themselves for once," Rick told her, kissing the side of her neck but something was off now. The heat, it was gone. He groaned against her skin.

"Goddamn it. Fuck."

"What?" Andrea said, concerned. Rick wasn't the swearing type.

He sighed again. "Bunch of cockblockers."

Andrea chuckled as he rolled on his back, eyes closed and lips pressed tight in annoyance. The blood ceased to flow down below and rushed to his head instead. "Fuck," he repeated.

She leaned on her elbow and captured his mouth with hers. "You should go check it out, anyway. I think Daryl's out hunting."

Rick sighed again, groaning in frustration. "This better be a catastrophe."

"You know it won't be," she told him as she passed him his shirt. "Glenn probably needs help tying his shoes."

He groaned when he realized she was probably right. Rick debated whether he should stay or go. He could get the erection back, he knew he could. But he could hear Glenn outside now, asking Abraham, 'have you seen Rick?' and he knew that even if he could, it would have to be quick. And he didn't want it to be quick. He wanted it to be slow so he could explore and taste every inch of her.

So he sighed again.

"Tonight, okay?" she told him and he looked at her and smiled. Tonight couldn't come fast enough.

Andrea lay in bed and closed her eyes as she listened to the conversation outside. She smiled when she heard his voice.

"What do you want, Glenn?"

"Oh, hey, Rick. I was looking for you," Glenn said.

"What do you need?"

She could see his stance in her mind; hands on his hips, a frown on his face, looking away from Glenn and fighting the urge to strangle the kid, jaw clenched.

"The new fence?" Glenn said. "Should we paint it yellow or green?"

"Oh, goddamn it, Glenn!"

Andrea laughed and pressed her nose to her pillow, where his scent still lingered.

The End

Hope you guys enjoyed this and thanks for the reviews! I'm working on another piece now because we need to get more Rick/Andrea fics out there! Come on, guys, write! :D