Okay. So I was working on my other fic, Running to the End, which is a Dixon fic. But I really like the idea of Richonne too so I decided to start this one as well. It's a little after the last episode featuring Beth in the hospital. Eugene, Abraham, Glenn, Rosita, and Maggie are back with the group. And Carol, Daryl, and Noah have managed to escape the hospital and reconnect with the group as well. Now everyone is on their way to Washington. -

Chapter One: Orders

"We can check the cafeteria here," Rick said of the school they had just come across. They could spot a few straggling walkers roaming around the outside of the perimeter, right inside the fences and gates. Seeing that the entire school was completely fenced off, it seemed as if someone had tried to fortify the place and stay there for a while. Maybe they had a few supplies stockpiled before things went tailend. Or maybe not. It was a risk. "What you think?" he asked, Michonne. She was standing at his shoulder with her sword drawn, looking out for any walker that might get too close.

She glanced at the fenced in place. "Do you think it's a good idea?" she asked. "Just the two of us?" He could hear the reservations in her voice.

They were supposed to be on a simple trek out to scout what kind of areas lay ahead and where they could possibly camp for the night. It wasn't supposed to be a supply run. That's why it was just Rick and Michonne. They had left the bus full of their group behind about a mile back while everyone else rested and went about their own small missions to ensure the safety and health of the group. Carol had come back with a broken ankle so they had stopped to allow her some relief from the bumps in the road.

Rick still hadn't heard a very clear story about what had happened at the hospital. All he knew was that Beth was dead and Noah, the skinny and tall black kid they had brought back, was going to be traveling with them now. Daryl and Carol vouched for him so he couldn't be all bad. Rick was still going to keep an eye on him though. Things were starting to feel off to him; he didn't feel quite safe (as safe as he could feel in a zombie apocalypse) and he couldn't pin down why. It bothered him. And now three of his strongest people in the group were battling something that might throw them off their game. Carol had an injury and Daryl and Maggie were mourning Beth. He shook his head slightly at the thought of Beth. Another one of his people dead. Why could none of the sweet ones survive?

His eyes cut back to the schoolyard and the lack of zombies wandering around. "I think we can take 'em," he said. "Food is running low and we gotta make sure people are fed. If we run into trouble, we'll just get the hell outta there."

Rick could tell that Michonne still didn't like the idea, judging from the deepening of her frown, but she gave a short, sharp nod to show him that she was with him. "Maybe we can find a bag or something inside," she said, noticing that neither had a bag for carrying supplies.

"Maybe," Rick said. "Let's go."

Michonne thought they were being reckless. But it was true that they were running out of food. And Daryl could only bring back so much from a hunt. She followed Rick through a hole they found in the fence (from someone else's long ago entrance it seemed) and she trotted behind him through the wide open parking lot that led to the back of the building. Whenever a walker would amble towards them, she took her sword to their skull, taking them out. Rick only had his gun and they didn't want to fire any shots to draw anymore of them over. "How are we getting in?" she asked as they paused at the lock door. They could go around and look for a door that might happen to be ajar but she was assuming that the place was going to be entirely locked down.

Rick looked as if he didn't know for a moment and then he got an idea. He wasted no time in ripping the sleeve off of his blue button-up shirt and wrapping it around his hand. He elbowed the window in the double doors twice, causing it to break and shatter. Michonne glanced around, seeing if any walkers were taking the noise as an invitation. She saw none that hadn't already been put down by her. She then watched as Rick reached carefully through the broken window to unlatch the door from the inside. She cringed when she saw him cut his arm on one of the broken shards as he reached through but he didn't make a noise. He took the pain in silence. The only hint that he felt it at all was the way his forehead flushed red and the way his jaw clenched. "Are you okay?" Michonne asked.

Rick gave a short nod. "It's chained up," Rick said, feeling metal running through the door handles. "I don't know if we can get in." Michonne peered around for more walkers as he figured it out. "Ah. Here we are. We can. It's tied. Not locked." He fumbled around with the chains some more until Michonne heard them cling and clang and fall to the ground. Rick brought his arm back out and opened the door. It was easy now that it was no longer locked. Michonne followed him inside and closed the double doors again, re-chaining them so that no walkers could wander in from outside while they gathered things.

"You wouldn't happen to have an idea of where the cafeteria might be, would you?" she asked.

"No," Rick growled. "And I would appreciate it if you would keep that tone out of your voice."

Michonne glanced at Rick, upset. But she kept quiet. As far as she knew, she didn't have any kind of tone in her voice. She was just asking a question, hoping that they could get this done quickly.

Rick regretted snapping at Michonne. He knew that she had done a lot for him and Carl. If it weren't for her, he didn't know what might have happened. He could feel things slipping. His judgments, his morals, his relationship with Carl. He didn't know how to hold onto anything anymore. All he knew was that he had to survive. To keep Carl and Judith alive. And everyone else. "This way," he said roughly.

He would find the cafeteria and prove that he still knew what he was doing. And that he was still in control.

He was relieved when they came across the double doors of what he assumed would be the cafeteria. They had been wandering around the school for fifteen minutes now, killing the stray walkers that they came across throughout. Janitor, teacher, student, random townsperson. Sometimes Rick wondered who the person had been before all of this while he drove the butt of his gun into their brains.

"Here it is," Rick said confidently as he threw the doors open. His blood turned cold when he looked inside. It wasn't the cafeteria. It was a gym full of an assembly of walkers. Whether they had been in there since turning and just continued to spend the years bumping into each other or whether they were walkers who had gathered from the street, he didn't know. All he knew was that they were all turning to focus on Michonne and him, their groaning and moaning intensifying to tell the two just how welcome they were. "Run!" Rick shouted.

Michonne didn't need to be told. She had already turned on her heel and began to dash back down the hallway, Rick right behind her. Forgetting about keeping quiet since they had already run into a hoard of the things, he turned and fired shots into the crowd of the dead to keep a couple of them at bay then he kept going.

That was the wrong thing to do. Alerted by the gunshots, a few walkers shambled from empty classrooms. Rick watched with his heart in his throat as Michonne took three out in quick succession with the blade of her sword. But now there were walkers coming at them from both directions. Rick fired and Michonne cut but they were quickly being crowded. In a panic, Rick couldn't help but to think of how he would feel if they were to die now. If Michonne were to die because of him. This was his fault entirely. She didn't even want to be here.

"In here!" Rick yelled, looking behind him. He threw open the door to a classroom and shut it quickly after Michonne ran in behind him. Wasting no time, he pushed the large teacher's desk up against the door and some students' desks too; Michonne helped him, propping one right underneath the doorknob. Walkers groaned and pounded on the other side. He saw dead eyes peering in at them and rotted teeth gnashing. 'Great! How are we gonna get outta this!' he wondered. He looked around the room. There were three windows, but they were at the very top of the opposite wall and narrow. They were obviously there just to allow the bare minimum of sunlight in. He sighed and looked around some more. When he didn't see anymore escape routes, he released his frustration on side of the bookshelf facing him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled, punching it three times before knocking it to the ground.

"Rick!" Michonne said. "Rick! It's okay. Focus. They're not gonna get in anytime soon. They're weak." She assumed these walkers hadn't eaten much since their initial feast at the beginning of this whole thing. The door wasn't even budging as they pushed at it.

Rick's heart was pounding in his chest but he heard Michonne's voice. "Do you think you can get up to those windows and get through?" he asked.

"Yeah," Michonne said. "If you help me." She looked at the windows. They were very narrow. She was pretty sure she could get through... "What about you?" she asked. "I don't think you can fit through those."

"It doesn't matter," Rick said. "You can go get the camp and bring them back here."

Michonne nodded.

"Will you be able to get down on the other side?" Rick asked, as Michonne began to move objects over that she could climb onto. "We don't know how high up the windows are."

"I'll figure something out," Michonne said.

"Here," Rick said, bending down. "Get on my shoulders."

Not feeling perplexed or ridiculous at all in the face of danger, Michonne gingerly placed her legs over Rick's shoulders and held on as he slowly stood up. "You okay?" Rick asked., holding onto her thighs to make sure she didn't fall. He could feel her muscles flexing beneath her jeans as she fought to maintain her balance.

"Yeah," Michonne responded. "Get up onto those desks."

Rick stepped up onto the desks that Michonne had constructed beneath the windows and stood up. He held his breath as he wobbled a bit, but he saw that Michonne could reach one of the windows now, if she reached up, which is what she did. She opened the window, gripped the windowsill, and then slowly raised herself up, gently stepping onto Rick's shoulders as she stood.

Rick tried as hard as he could to stand still. But when Michonne stopped moving, he started to feel the strain on his shoulders. "What do you see?" he asked. He assumed Michonne was about to respond when he heard a loud thud on the door, followed by a scrape. Startled, he shifted and went tumbling to the ground, Michonne coming right after him.

"Ah!" One of the desks they had been standing on fell after them, thankfully missing them both since Michonne drew her legs out of the way just in time. "Are you okay?" Rick asked, ignoring the pain in his side to focus on Michonne. Not only had he gotten her into this mess, now he had messed up again by causing them both to fall to the ground. His forming bruise could wait.

"Yeah, I think so," Michonne said, sitting up slowly. She looked to the door and saw that the walkers were becoming more insistent. It was as if they could comprehend that their dinner had been about to escape. Michonne looked back up at the window. She could definitely escape through that window but she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be getting up with an injured ankle when she was out. And she didn't feel comfortable leaving Rick in this room anymore. Not now that she saw the walkers were getting more impatient. "This won't do," she said. "We've got to think of something else."

Rick let out a frustrated sigh. 'God!' The pressure began to build in his temple again. The pressure that always came when he was in a bind and needed to get out. And that's exactly what needed to happen. They needed to get out. And that was final. He looked at the throb of walkers and then back at Michonne. His heart beating fast, he came to a decision. He just needed to know that she was with him on it. "We have to fight our way through," he said.

He knew it sounded crazy, but adrenaline and the will to survive was coursing through his body. He felt like he could do it. He only needed to feel like Michonne could do it too. When she didn't bat an eyelash but just nodded his way, he knew he didn't have to worry. She was going to fight her way through and make it out with him. "If you feel at all like you can't handle it anymore," Rick said. "You keep fighting anyway!" Rick said. "Don't let them bite you! You get me?" Michonne nodded. It was an order. She was good at following orders.

His fingers twitching with energy, Rick reloaded his gun and then rushed forward to grab a long, wooden pointer for when he ran out of ammo. He was ready. He moved forward and placed his hand on the desk. To assure that Michonne was still with him, he turned back and nodded once more to Michonne.

'You ready?' the nod said.

'Ready,' Michonne nodded back.

Rick pushed the large desk away from the door and then the smaller ones. Then he opened the door. They spilled inside.

Michonne didn't hesitate to start cutting them down. Rick used the pointer to take care of the first few, stabbing them through the eyes, and then he began to shoot his way through. A clearing opened up. "Put your back to mine!" Rick shouted.

Michonne did so and they began to make their way out. Michonne would have been lying if she said that she wasn't afraid. She was terrified. This was the most danger she had been in from these things in a while. She could see hands reaching toward her. Feel them! As they closed around her and Rick. Michonne cut limbs off here and there, letting her instincts take over. 'We're gonna make it out of here!' she thought determinedly, feeling Rick move behind her. His back was strong and supportive. And they both never stopped moving. Because that meant death.

Michonne was thankful for having sharpened her blade right before they set out because she swung and took two out at once, the blade going through one head and then the other. A stab brought another one down, but her blade momentarily got stuck. She had to pause to yank it out. Feeling a small space between his back and hers, she heard Rick growl out. "Stay with me! Keep your back to mine!" She didn't have time to reply because she was surprised by one of the fallen walkers snapping at her heels. She must have missed its brain. Her heart pounding in her chest, she brought her sword down into his brain and then pulled it out again.

"Against the wall!" Rick said urgently, feeling afraid that they were getting too surrounded. Like a machine, Michonne followed his instructions immediately, cutting her way a space to the wall and then putting her back against it. Rick shot his own way to the wall and stood beside her. Michonne stabbed a walker coming up on her right and kept going. Rick was doing the same, walking sidewise and clearing the way forward. The bullets ran out in Rick's gun and he began to bash at them with the butt of the thing and using the wooden pointer to full affect.

With wide eyes, Michonne felt like they were fighting for at least half an hour but it was probably more like five minutes later when Rick reached the door they had come in from and began to unchain the door as Michonne fought the walkers off. Rick opened the door and swung them open. Knowing that she was getting out of there, Michonne felt immediate relief. She followed Rick out the door and was glad to see that he had had the frame of mind to bring the chain outside. Michonne helped him hold the door as he chained the outside yard against the walkers.

When the door was chained and only a futile pulsating revealed that walkers were behind the door, Michonne dropped her arms to the ground and breathed with relief and exhaustion. The sun burned hot on her face and arms. 'Made it through another crises,' she thought. She didn't see Rick looking over at her as she soaked up the sun. Instead, when she opened her eyes, she looked over past Rick and let out a disbelieving chuckle.

"What?" Rick asked.

Michonne pointed past him with her sword. There was a building off to the side. One with double doors and you could see tables through the small windows. It was the cafeteria. The tables were askew and trash littered the floor so it looked like some group had already been through and scavenged. "You still wanna go in there?" she asked.

Rick put his hands on his hips, feeling silly. They had risked their lives. For nothing. "Let's go," he said. They couldn't leave now without at least checking. He peered inside the small windows. It seemed empty. He was surprised when he pulled on the door and felt them open. Michonne followed him inside and helped Rick move tables against the closed double doors.

"Come on," Rick said when they were done. It was time to check for stray walkers before rummaging.

The place was clear. Thankfully of walkers but regretfully of food as well. They only found a few cans of peas and other assorted vegetables. They found a bag in the bag and put the cans in it and placed it on one of the tables. Rick was feeling ridiculous. They had risked their life for peas and corn. The risk far outweighed the gain. His jaw muscles clenched in frustration.

He looked at Michonne; she had gone to the windows in the double doors again. Her slim body was tense and always on alert. "Any more of 'em?" he asked.

"No," Michonne said. "Nothin' we can't handle. You ready to go?"

Rick watched her as she moved back to the table, took her sword off of her shoulder to place that on the table while she rummaged through their findings again. She wasn't saying anything. She was just focused on the contents of the bag. That strong look of concentration on her face. "Why don't you say it?" he asked.

"Say what?" Having taken note of their findings again, she picked her sword back up. Ready to go.

"Anything," Rick said. "What you think about all this."

Michonne shrugged. But he knew she knew what he was talking about. She always did. "You felt like we needed supplies," she said. "We got some. I think it was a good call."

An angry vein appeared in Rick's temple. "Liar. You don't think this was a good idea at all."

"I think we could have used more backup, but I think it would have been silly for us not to at least check this place," Michonne said. She squinted at Rick. "You okay?"

Rick inhaled deeply and then exhaled. Michonne knew that meant that he was upset. She just didn't know for what. She really didn't blame him for what just happened if that was what he was worried about. He was about to say something when they both heard something that made them more afraid than the walkers. A vehicle. Other survivors.

Michonne grabbed the bag of food and her sword and dropped to the floor. Rick did the same.

From their experience with other survivors, they did not want to meet another group. Not now. When they were probably stopping by for the same reason that Michonne and Rick had. They may end up in a war over a couple of cans of peas and corn. They heard gruff voices. About five men it seemed. Rick and Michonne turned to look at each other from their spots on the floor. Their hearts were beating hard. As Rick looked into Michonne's eyes, he cursed himself. First walkers, now this. The men's voices faded and then disappeared to silence for a long amount of time. Michonne felt like it must have been about twenty minutes. Then the voices reappeared. Very close.

"Hey," One of the voices said. "Here's something. It looks like a cafeteria."

"Shit!" Rick muttered. He scooted over to the side, out of view of the window and then moved to his feet, placing himself beside the door. Just in case the man managed to come in and he needed to attack. Michonne followed his moves. Except she was on the other side of the door.

The door moved, but it didn't give. "It seems like it's blocked," the man said. "You think someone's in there?" Michonne and Rick shot each other panicked looks.

"Probably not," another man said. "Maybe someone blocked it 'cause of the walking dead."

"Don't look like there's no walking dead in there. Seems like someone definitely hit the place up though."

"I think we should just go," the other man said. "This place don't seem to have much. Plus, cafeteria food sucks."

Michonne and Rick waited with bated breath.

"Okay," the man said. "You're right. Don't wanna risk running into any of those things. We got enough from that last mansion we ran into anyway."

Rick and Michonne heard the two men begin to retreat. 'Are they really going to leave?' Rick wondered hopefully. 'Just like that?' He could see the hope in Michonne's eyes as well. When they heard the vehicle rev up and pull away, they stayed frozen where they were for at least ten more minutes. They couldn't believe that the people had gone away that easily.

Finally, Rick moved. He slowly crept away from his wall and came over to Michonne's side. He craned his neck to look through the window. She did as well. "They're really gone," Michonne said. It was clear outside. It really seemed as if they had lucked out.

Rick breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was still pounding in his chest from being on alert mode. In his process of relaxing, he noticed how close he was to Michonne. He was surprised to see that she only came up to the bottom of his chin. Despite her toughness, she was a really small woman. It was then that something strange happened.

Rick felt his loins stir in his pants. Michonne shifted on her feet when she saw a few walkers begin to gather outside. "They must have heard the men," she said quietly, oblivious to Rick's growing interest behind her.

"Yeah," Rick said, not focusing on the walkers outside at all. He was too lost in the physical changes that were happening in his body. It's not like this was the first time that he had noticed Michonne was an attractive woman but he never really thought she would cause him to react like this. He didn't really consider her to be his type. But then who could afford to have a type in this world. She was strong, she could take care of his kids, and they liked her. No wonder he was getting turned on now. He was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. It must have been because he didn't have the chance to focus on anything lately but keeping the group safe. Well, now he was definitely focusing on something else. His eyes traveled down Michonne's body. And it was something enticing. 'I've been having a really hard time lately,' he thought. 'Never really had the chance to release.'

Still unaware because her focus was so much on the outside, Michonne began to move from her spot near the window, but Rick stopped her with his hand on her waist. It was then that Michonne felt how close Rick was to her. His chest was against her back and now his hand was keeping her from turning around. "Rick?" she said, confused. Her brow was furrowed. "What are you doing?"

Rick didn't respond. He was starting something and now he felt like he should finish it. His heart was pounding, now from something else other than the wild panic he had felt earlier. With no more hesitation, he pulled Michonne up against his chest. Feeling how tense she was, Rick wasn't surprised when Michonne spun to face him. "Rick-!" He spun her back around, pulling her tighter against him. One arm across her chest and the other across her stomach.

"Shh!" he said. They stood silently for a moment. He was sure that Michonne's face was full of confusion right now and maybe anger. He was sure that she could feel his desire against her backside now. 'What are you doing, Rick?' he wondered to himself. The bond he and Carl had formed with Michonne came back to him but he shut it down. He didn't want to mess that up but something had come over him. He needed this. Right now. He slid his hand down from her stomach to the area between her legs. He heard Michonne gasp, but that's all she did. She didn't try to pull away or push away again.

Michonne's sensitive private area came to life when she felt Rick's touch. A hot, tingling sensation shot pleasure straight through her and she felt herself immediately begin to get wet. She had almost forgotten how this felt. Any sexual encounters had been put on pause for her since a couple of years ago. It had been awhile. And Rick...she never expected this from Rick. She froze, not knowing what she should do. She couldn't deny that what was happening felt good.

Feeling encouraged by the fact that she wasn't fighting against him or cutting his head off with that sword in her hand, Rick moved his hand between her legs, not being able to ignore that it was hot as a furnace down there. He couldn't see the way her eyes rolled closed. Or the way that her mouth opened on a silent moan. His arm stayed locked against her chest, pinning her to him as he worked his other hand down below. He didn't want her to run away from him. When her hips began to move, Rick knew that he was getting somewhere. His eyes opened and the intensity in them would have frightened Michonne if she could have seen.

Feeling that she wouldn't immediately fly away from him, Rick loosened his grip on her and slid his arm down to take her sword. He placed it on the table beside them. Not wanting her to gather her wits about her while she was no longer being held, Rick added pressure and speed to what he was doing below. "Ugh." A short moan escaped Michonne's throat as she fell slightly forward, catching herself with one hand, and widened her legs.

His manhood now throbbing in his pants, Rick moved his hips against Michonne's own as he rubbed her through her jeans. Wanting to feel her against him again, Rick pinned her to his chest once more with his free arm. This time he grasped one of her breasts.

Michonne felt like all of her nerve ends were on fire. She had forgotten this. This level of human contact. "Ugh..." she ground out, pushing her hips against Rick's groin. She began to go faster. Reaching for the climax she hadn't had in so long, humping against his hand and against the bulge in his pants. But before she could reach that peak, Rick removed himself from between her legs. He brought his hand up and began to unbuckle her pants.

The clink of the belt brought Michonne back to reality for a moment. Things were about to get serious. She panicked. 'What am I doing? This is Rick!'

"Rick!" Michonne said, stepping away. She managed to get herself out of the cage he had created between his body, the table, and the wall. "What's going on? This isn't the right time. You know what you're doing?"

Rick scowled. 'What? Does she still think I don't have a strong grasp on reality?' Rick wondered. Not feeling up to any kind of discussion now that he knew what he wanted, Rick moved forward. Michonne stepped back. His eyes were intense and hungry. Like they were when he went after the guys from Terminus. For a moment, Michonne's eyes went to her sword because she felt like she needed to defend herself. But against what? Pleasure?

Michonne squared her shoulders. "Get it together, Rick," Michonne said. "We don't have time for this."

"Shut up," Rick growled. He was on her in two steps. He opened her vest and threw it to the floor then unbuttoned her already unbuckled pants.

Michonne looked into Rick's eyes, disbelieving. He wasn't about to take no for an answer.

"Take your shirt off. Now," Rick said. He looked into her eyes and her face cleared. She was no longer confused. She understood. This was an order. She was good at following orders. 'Just once,' Rick pleaded with Michonne silently. 'Let's do this just once and then we can get past this later.' He was exerting his dominance because he wasn't sure if he could get Michonne any other way. He held his breath until Michonne grabbed the ends of her shirt and brought it over her head. He exhaled. She was doing it. This was about to happen. Rick's breathing increased and his manhood gave a small jump of excitement as he studied Michonne's bare skin. Her perky breasts beneath a purple bra. She was beautiful. "Now your pants," Rick said softly. Michonne slid her pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She then stood defiantly, proudly in front of him in her underwear.

Rick's eyes raked over her slowly, taking in every bit of skin. Michonne became even wetter than she was before. After his slow gaze, Rick moved into action. He brought his shirt over his head and then his pants and boxers came down at once. He stepped out of them, completely naked in front of her. Michonne's eyes landed on his manhood. It was completely erect. And a satisfying length. And it was all for her. Michonne unhooked her bra, threw it aside and then pushed her panties down. Michonne was expecting him to look over her slowly again but he wasted no time in pushing her backwards and onto one of the tables. He wasted no time in placing himself between her legs as she sat on the table.

Michonne held onto Rick's bicep as he pushed into her without delay. "Uhh!" Michonne grunted. He didn't give her time to process what was happening. He was pushing in and out of her quickly. Michonne looked at his face; he looked wild riding her. But she knew that he was there with her. He wasn't anywhere else. He needed this. Michonne knew that she wasn't the only one in camp who had gone awhile without sexual release. Rick had too. Not since his wife and her pregnancy.

Michonne's eyes closed, her head lolled to the side, and she let herself give over to the pleasure she was feeling.

"Huh, huh, huh." Rick grunted with each thrust. The grunts and thrusts becoming faster. Michonne felt herself about to climax but Rick slowed down. He must have been close too because he was breathing heavily. He wanted to go longer.

Michonne laid down onto her back, giving Rick full access to her body. Rick leaned over her and suckled on her neck, his full beard scratching and tickling her. "Ohh..." Michonne sighed. In the slow moments, she thought about how this might affect them but then Rick began to thrust again and she couldn't think anymore.

Leaning over her, Rick sank into her again and again. Making sure to push his full length in with each thrust. She was so wet! He hadn't had another woman since Lori. And they hadn't had sex in at least a year in a half! So as far as he knew, he was having the best sex of his life. "Gahhh," Rick growled, his arms propping himself above Michonne's body. He watched her breasts bounce wildly with his thrusts. His eyes went to his face and when he saw that her face reflected obvious pleasure, he felt excitement and pride. She let out a whimpering moan and he almost lost it. He stopped quickly. Still not wanting to end it just yet.

'Hold on, Michonne,' he thought again silently. 'Just let me do this. I need this.'

He picked Michonne's back up from the table so that she was sitting again and put her arms around his neck. She was now face-to-face with him. He thrust into her, looking right into her eyes. Her face ticked with pleasure at each thrust. "Ah!" she let out. Thrust. "Ah." Thrust. "Ah!" Thrust! "Ahh!" Thrust thrust thrust. "Ahhh!"

"Shh!" Rick warned.

Michonne held onto his shoulders and began to move her hips against him. It was now her that was controlling the pace. Rick tried to keep up. "Hah, hah, hah," Rick breathed. He knew there would be no stopping this time. Not if she had anything to say about it. He gripped her hips and lifted her slightly from the table, letting her ride quickly onto him.

"Rick, Rick, Rick," Michonne whispered, her face a mask of pleasure. This was it. This was it. She was coming! "Rick!"

She spasmed as she came. Rick felt his member being gripped again and again as she clenched and unclenched around him. This pulled his own orgasm from his body. Michonne fell backwards and his eyes rolled as he involuntarily thrust into her three more times as his pleasure wracked his body. The hot stream of his seed filled Michonne's body and added pleasure to the experience.

They shuddered together for a time. Michonne threw her hands over her face to hide her unguarded expression as she came down from her climax. Rick stayed inside of her until he managed to catch his breath. His eyes hooded from spent passion, he pulled away from her and went to gather his things. He dressed as Michonne continued to lie on the table, naked, spent and in her thoughts. When he was dressed, she finally stood up and began to get dressed herself. Rick waited until he heard her belt buckle close and then he motioned to the door.

"Let's go," he said. Rick hoped she wasn't going to want to talk about this. Because he sure didn't.

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