A/N: I was filling prompts while I couldn't sleep. This is for Richonne argument + sexy times. Jealous Rick AU; no zombies; adult situations. Enjoy.

The music was loud, and the lights were low; liquor was flowing like a torrent. The voices of revellers mingled in the air with the sound of laughter, and the occasional cracking of balls on a pool table. The summer air was filled with electricity and promise. Michonne knew that venturing out that night could involve bad choices and regret, on top of wild times and hints of danger, but she was done feeling sorry for herself. She wanted to feel something; anything.

She stepped out onto the crowded dancefloor, swaying her firm body in time with the harsh beat. Faces melted into a haze as the alcohol coursed through her and heightened her need for recklessness. She spotted someone whom she recognized; he gifted her with a sweet smile before ambling over. His name was Zeke and they had numerous mutual friends; both having known one another for some time. She knew he was kind of sweet on her, and humoured him with a dance. All the while, she knew her ex Rick was standing off to the side watching their display. She shifted closer to Zeke, writhing her beautiful form against him. When he placed a hand to her hip, she smiled at him and draped an arm over his broad shoulder.

Rick saw red. He felt the ire rise up inside of him as he watched Michonne dancing with Zeke. He downed the last of his beer and approached them. Michonne pretended not to see him at first, until he placed a sure hand to Zeke's shoulder, effectively interrupting their dance.

"We need to talk," said Rick over the music. Michonne rolled her eyes and continued to sway to the music.

Rick turned his attention to her dance partner.

"You wanna get your fuckin' hand off her ass for a second so we can talk?" he asked, unimpressed by their whole display.

"Go away, Rick," said Michonne, turning her attention back to a confused Zeke.

Annoyed, Rick managed to get between them as he shoved Zeke out of the way.

"What the fuck?" said Michonne, as she watched Rick push Zeke again. The other man stumbled before throwing up his hands and leaving.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Michonne, as she got into Rick's face.

"Is this what you're doin' now?"

Michonne huffed, rolled her eyes, and then walked away. She was not going to let Rick ruin her night. She exited the bar and walked quickly. Rick followed her. He caught up with her as she neared an alleyway. He gripped her by the arm, causing her to stop. She pulled away from him, then stared at him with her arms crossed, daring him to say something stupid.

"What?" she all but yelled, staring Rick down. They had been separated for a little over two weeks. Their break-up still fresh. It was mutual, but neither could stand to see the other with someone else. Rick was more vocal about it.

"So, this is what you're doin' now, uh?" asked Rick as his eyes scanned her body.

"What am I doin'?" Michonne retorted, noting the darkness in his gaze and hating herself for having a physical response to it.

"Goin' to dive bars and pickin' up strange men,"

"Strange men?" she asked, incredulously. "We've known Ezekiel for years, Rick."

"That makes it worse."

"Screw you," she said, as she tried to walk away down the alley.

"If it stops you from screwin' the whole damn town."

"What did you say to me?"

"You heard what I said," he replied, letting his gaze fall to her lips; lips he missed so fucking much.

"So what if I am fuckin' someone else?" she said, lifting her chin. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Rick laughed, and then licked his lips. He then grabbed her by the upper arms and pushed her back up against the wall of one of the buildings. She did not stop him, nor did she struggle. Her pussy started to throb because of Rick's proximity. Goddamn it, she missed him.

"You fuckin' him?" he asked, staring into her eyes in the dim light of the streetlight.

"Grow up, Rick," said Michonne as she tried weakly to free herself from his grasp.

"Tell me," he pressed, holding her firmly.

She steadied herself. She could not believe that, after all they had been through, he would be so petty to be bothered by whether or not she had been with someone else.

"What're you gonna do if I have been fucking him?" Michonne challenged, knowing it would spur him into action. "Honestly, Rick; what the fuck are you gonna do about it?"

Rick let out a wry laugh, tilted his head to the side, and then pushed Michonne's back against the cold, hard wall with more fervor. He caught her lips with his own, surprising her a little, as he deepened the kiss by forcing her mouth open with his tongue. He was pleased when she kissed him back, melting into his embrace. Instinctively, she threaded her lithe fingers through his mess of curls, dragging him closer and breathing him in.

He ground against her, letting her feel just how hard he was, before using his knee to part her legs. He fit like a glove between her thighs as his mouth descended to her elegant neck, and then to her collarbone. She shifted her head to the side to afford him better access as he lapped and sucked at her smooth skin. She let out a small, pleasured whimper as Rick sucked her earlobe between his swollen lips.

"Hmmm," Michonne moaned, allowing herself to become pliant to his touch.

Rick hiked her skirt up and palmed her perfect ass. He squeezed her before bringing his deft hand to the meeting of her thighs. Swiftly, Rick rubbed her mound through her scant panties. Her juices caused the fabric to grow damp.

"You're already so wet for me," he teased as his fingers slipped inside of her panties. She was fucking drenched; dripping; aching. Her lips were swollen; her nectar, flowing.

"How do you know I wasn't wet for him?" she tested.

He laughed, aroused by her audacity.

"I know, because no one can get you goin' like I do," he replied. "I know, because your pussy only drips like this for me."

Rick pressed his finger to her clit, before parting her folds and dipping inside her sopping wet cunt. Michonne moaned again and ground against his hand. He pushed two fingers inside of her and began to pump them in and out. He built up a steady rhythm while Michonne leaned into her pleasure.

"You're such an asshole," she managed as she widened her stance, soaking his hand.

"You fuckin' love it," he replied in a cocky tone.

"Shut up and fuck me already," Michonne said as she reached between their bodies to find his zipper.

She fumbled with it a moment as Rick swatted her hand away so that he could undo his belt buckle and free his aching cock.

He withdrew his stiffness and strummed it for a beat, before ripping Michonne's panties to the side. He kissed her lips once more as he lifted her leg and then rubbed his smooth, dripping tip against her slit. Without further warning, Rick pushed his big, hard cock inside of her. Her breath hitched at the sensation and Rick smiled. He began to thrust as she draped her arms over his shoulders.

"Fuck, Michonne," he breathed. "You feel so good."

Rick rammed his thick cock into Michonne tight, sopping wet cunt. Her juices coated his shaft as he fucked her senseless. He bit into her neck as she moaned loudly, not caring who might walk by and hear them. He lifted her other leg and leaned her against the wall for leverage as he drove into her without mercy.

"Oh, god," she cried, gripping him tighter. "Oh, shit."

Rick persisted as he hit her spot, causing her walls to clench around his impossibly hard dick. They shared another kiss as he fucked her well and good; causing her to cream all over his throbbing cock. Rick found his release soon thereafter, spilling his white hot seed into her womb as he cursed loudly and held her like she just might float away.

"Fuck," he said, pressing his brow to hers as their orgasms washed over them. "Fuck, I missed you."

Michonne said nothing in response. All she did was stroke his face before pecking a chaste kiss to his mouth. They stayed that way for a moment; holding one another as the last of Rick's cum filled her.

"I missed you, too," she said, still panting.

"Come back to me, then," he proffered, as he withdrew his length from between her walls. His cum ran down her thigh, marking her; claiming her.

He helped Michonne to smooth her clothes down before taking hold of her hand. Michonne leaned into him as he wrapped his arm about her and kissed her forehead.

"Why can't I say no to you?" she lamented.

"Because we're meant to be," said Rick. "Always."

Michonne breathed in his scent and then let him lead her by the hand as they both began to walk away into the midsummer night full of promise and forgiveness.