So, I'm a little late to the party, I know, but someone once told me you can never have too many interpretations of the couch scene! ;)

I've been sitting on this one for a while and just haven't been able to finish it. Canon killed me in the best way and I haven't been able to write again until now.

I hope you like my take on how our favorite couple got from point A to point B. This will end up being a couple of chapters and I hope to get to the climax very soon. Without further delay, here's part I. Thank you for reading! -App

This Is Happening

Rapid breath. Soft, wet lips. Steady rhythm.

It was new but it felt right. He'd had "a day" but nothing could have prepared him for this night.

Rick began to tentatively graze his right hand up the side of her waist under her tank top, feeling her warm, soft skin beneath his fingertips and the rise and fall of her ribcage becoming ever-more hasty with each passing second. Michonne whimpering involuntarily when his thumb lightly grazed her left breast through the thin fabric of her bra. As desperately as he wanted to proceed unfettered, Rick briefly held back and caught Michonne's gaze.

He was checking in, she could tell. As aggressive and domineering as he could be, Rick was still a gentleman. He needed to know he wasn't crossing any boundaries she wasn't ready to cross.

Without hesitating, she held his eyes and covered his hand with her own over the top of her shirt, lacing her fingers into his through the thin fabric of her top and lightly gripped at herself. With that assurance, Rick immediately took her mouth again, deeper.

She's okay with this. I want this. She wants this. This is happening.

Michonne released Rick's hand once she could tell he understood she was on board. With that same hand she gripped his bicep and followed the lines of his arm up to the top of his strong shoulder and along his neck, into his hair. She could feel his pulse beating wildly as she brushed past the thick vein in his neck, his skin warm and damp.

I want this. He wants this. This is happening.

Simultaneously, as if on cue, they both decided to stop thinking.

Rick opened his mouth wide, diving deep into her kiss. He couldn't get enough, couldn't be close enough. He wanted to go right through her and wished he could. The fingertips of Rick's right hand curled over the top of her bra and pulled it down, releasing the soft, delicate flesh it covered from it's confines. Michonne shivered at the change in texture between her smooth undergarment as it was stripped away, exposing the sensitive skin of her nipple to her cotton tank top. The fabric was thin and the coolness of the ambient air hit her. Another reminder of how close he was to touching her there.

Rick slowly uncurled his fingers to release his grip on her bra, slowly extending each digit and letting the tips of his fingers graze her nipple as he did so.

One, two, three, four.

Once his last finger was extended, he gripped her entire naked breast with his whole hand. He'd suspected she might be, but he now had confirmation that she was indeed perfect.

As their lips parted Michonne let out a deep breathy sigh before hungrily capturing his bottom lip again and lightly sucking it into her mouth. She'd keep it there forever if she could.

As fun as fondling Michonne's perfect breasts was, it didn't take Rick long want to move forward. He'd had a taste and wanted more. He needed it. He could tell she needed it too, the way her hips slowly ground into him as he let his weight settle between her thighs. He also knew his desire was no mystery, he couldn't hide it. He was hard and thick against the denim that separated him from the skin tight fabric that covered Michonne's most delicate, and no doubt, delicious parts.

Rick retreated from Michonne's thick lips and she followed him, lifting her head from the pillow behind her. Once she'd settled back onto the cushion, Rick brought his lips to the side of her neck, just blow her earlobe. Opening his mouth wider, his tongue traced the curve of her neck, capturing the dampness of her skin. She tasted sweet. Rick brought his hand up to the top of Michonne's shoulder and lightly brushed the strap of her tank top aside to expose her skin. His mouth found its way to her gorgeous clavicle and with an agonizingly slow pace, he traced a line from the notch of her sternum to the tip of her shoulder, leaving a wet trail in his wake. Rick opened wider and gripped the flesh of her shoulder with his teeth, lightly grazing her skin.

Unconsciously Michonne kneaded through his hair and at the back of his neck as he tasted her. She could feel her breath and her pulse escalating. My, what a difference 12 hours could make... Rick's thick, heavy breath dampened her skin as he found his way back to her lips.

They continued like this for several more minutes, like lovesick teenagers, occasionally catching each others' eyes and smiling, softly laughing at themselves. They were being ridiculous and they knew it. It was becoming clear where they were headed, but neither one was ready to make the move. Despite their familiarity and confidence, this was entirely new and uncharted territory.

"Daryl.." Michonne whispered between kisses.

Rick immediately pulled back, brows knit in confusion and shock. "What now?" he asked breathlessly. Not exactly the name he wanted to hear.

Michonne smiled, suddenly realizing she'd unintentionally thrown him for a loop. "you said Daryl was waiting for some other guy to take over his watch, right?" raising an eyebrow she continued, "I'd rather he not walk in on us like this."

Rick's face relaxed as he realized why another man's name had escaped Michonne's lips while he'd been attending to them. He tilted his head, a mischievous smile crossing his face "yeah... you have a point there." He stared at her a few more seconds without moving or saying anything before deciding to put it all on the line.

"You wanna go upstairs?"

There it was.

Michonne drew in a long breath before answering.

Rick showed his hand and it was Michonne's turn to decide whether or not she was game. As fun as the last ten or so minutes had been, this was far from a game and they both knew it. Whatever this was, neither of them wanted it to stop.

"yeah." she breathed out with a grin.

This is happening.