The final chapter, because, there isn't much to add, is there?

"Remember, every night before she falls asleep, whisper to her 'Little Ass Kicker' and she will do the name proud!" Daryl laid a heavy hand on Rick's shoulder and turned to walk towards Carol who was waiting for him at the end of the driveway.
Rick shook his head in dismay as he closed the door and basked in the ambience, for the house was finally quiet save for the soft sound of Judith's gargles from the living room.

Rick found himself with a feeling in his chest that had been present earlier, that had caused him to sit in the only room he thought was vacant of memories of Lori but those had ended up plaguing him anyway.
He couldn't describe it. It felt like nothing he had ever felt before. Maybe it felt like forgetting. Or losing a love slowly and seeing in the near distance future that they were almost gone from your memory... and feeling bad about that.

He stood in a daze, eyes glazed over as thoughts took over all his senses.
The overwhelming feeling of regret and doom dared to captivate him again. He was well aware of it. Rick was aware of how if he focused on it too much, it could take him once again, lead him into making poor decisions and possibly seeing her again.
Every cell in his body knew he couldn't handle it.

"Hey Constable," Michonne smirked, holding a nearly sleeping Judith in her arms and rocking slightly. "You want to put her to bed?"
Rick watched her natural maternal instincts. The way her arms snaked around Judith to create a comfortable pseudo bed for her and she rocked ever so gently, to a rhythm that made himself feel tired although around her he felt every atom in his body come alive.
Michonne's eyebrow raised as she wondered why he was focusing so much on her chest area and watched his cheeks grow a snitching shade of red.

"No, you go along. I'll be up in just a second, these dishes aren't going to sort themselves." Rick gestured towards the dishes that had found themselves all over the living room and shook his head at the mess his family had left.
"Just put them in the sink, we'll finish 'em later." She started to make her way up the stairs. Watching her hips sway effortlessly as she walked up the stairs made something stir that he hadn't felt in the long time and he consciously decided to not follow orders to put the dishes in the sink.

Rick was well aware of the beauty Michonne held naturally. Even when the anger over took her body and she looked like war itself, she still held something that captivated everyone who's eyes fell upon her. The way her plump lips spread as she smiled made him wonder how long it had been since she kissed someone at times, but the guilt of Lori sometimes bit at his mind and caused him to gulp back the thoughts.
Sometimes, however, despite the guilt that continuously found itself at the back of his mind, he would imagine how it'd feel to make love to her. To glide his hands over her soft skin and dip into her warmth and hear her moans fill a room for hours on end.

"You keep disappearing in your thoughts today, Rick." Michonne now stood beside the crib that Judith lay in and watched him intently, the moonlight intensifying her stare as it just highlighted her eyes and not much else.
"It's a lot of stuff... and thangs." He shook his head and brought his hand to the back of his neck to rub an itch that had formed... that always seemed to form in her presence. His hands felt sweaty, a sign of nerves he remembered having whenever he saw Lori walk down the hallway in high school.

"Well," Her voice softened as she gently looked over to Judith. "Make sure your heads in the game, you've got little Judebug here." He heard a tang of something in her voice but decided not to push it.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Rick stepped closer, finding a way to close the distance between them, looking at her face now fully illuminated by the moonlight. It was as though the Earth always found a way to show off her beauty, the sun would make her skin glow and the rain would help define her muscles and the moon, the moon's milky glow exaggerated her delicacy.

Michonne heard the tone in his voice and double checked the thoughts running through her head. She was sure he had been talking to Judith, he had to be, not her.
"You know, I was a lawyer. That means if you ever lie to me, I'll be able to tell." She teased at him, laughing lightly at the look on his face. The hushed tones of their conversation added to the humour as they sounded like two little school kids spreading rumours among each other.
"You haven't caught me out before." Michonne took note of the way his eyes turned the colour of waves as he stepped to bask himself in the moonlight as well.

Something about the moment made them both well aware of their flaws. Of their shortening breath and shaking hands and weak knees and the guilt that they both knew would arise if they done what their bodies were begging them to do.
"We should get to them dishes." Michonne patted Rick's hand that rested on the crib, jumping a little bit at the jolt that it sent through her body.

He followed suit, watching her as she walked out of the door and taking in all of her curves.
As to not look like a dog on a leash, he increased the distance between them by going to check on Carl and being satisfied finally made his way down the stairs.
Michonne was balancing plates on her two arms and walking slowly, seeming to testing her balance. She had noticed the confused look Rick threw her way, "I was once a waitress too... and I need to test my theory."
"What theory?" He smiled at her, picking up a plate she had missed. "The theory of if those plates fall, the sleeping child won't wake up?"
"Very funny. Actually, I wanted to see if here had weakened my zen mode. But..." She had reached the sink. "It hasn't."

Rick walked towards her with the plate and put it into the sink. "You wash, I dry?"
"You hardly ever get your hands wet, maybe you..." Michonne gulped back the words she was just about to say as she saw Rick raise his eyebrows, daring her to continue. "Yeah, I'll wash."
For the next twenty minutes, they washed and dried in unison, neither of them wanting to break the ever growing delicious tension that was making its presence known. No longer was it the elephant in the room, it was here, and vicious in its wake.

The last plate was passed almost effortlessly, but the sound of Rick clearing his throat created an image of him between her legs, ready to devour her and teasing her by doing anything before he actually started. She fumbled with it, watching it slip out of her hands and grabbing for it.
Crash!
They stood, faces that mirrored each other's look of horror and waited in the silence for a cry or footsteps. Nothing. Their breaths returned, but still short, still full of lust.

"We've got to clean that u-up." She stammered, afraid of the small distance between the two of them. "You get the dustpan and I'll-" Rick pressed a finger on her lips.
"You'll do what?" He baited her, requesting for her to say something in this moment that would either begin their first steps towards something or keep them in the same position until a moment like this arose once again.

Michonne held her breath in her lungs and felt waves of lust and something more reign her body. She wanted to grab at his face and kiss him softly, whilst grinding against his hardness as he grabbed her ass and moaned into her mouth.
"You." Michonne answered, taking his finger into her mouth and sucking on it, then letting it go with a pop. She looked at his face, watching the urge to have her right then and there waver on his face but fall as guilt dared to take over.
Michonne couldn't have that, not now, not when they were so close.
Taking his hand into her, she pulled it to her waist and kissed him delicately, testing the waters.

Pulling back, she focused her eyes on his closed ones and waited for his to open – to which they didn't. Her heart stammered, threatening to break out of her chest and lay in a frantic frenzy on the floor. What did he want from her? Did he want more?
She gave him more, gave him kisses all over his face and his shaking hands and took them to her sides, pulling her closer.
Why wasn't he responding?

"Choose whatever and I'll be with you whatever the choice." She whispered. Michonne was well aware what letting go felt like. How much guilt you felt for having let go of someone you had promised your life to and not holding onto that promise, of feeling okay without them.
"You..." He said it lightly at first, Michonne only catching it when she read his lips. "You!" He said again, louder, more urgent, more determination in his eyes than she had ever seen before.

He grabbed her hips and put her on the counter, tasting the salt on her neck and admiring the feeling of her legs wrapped around his upper thighs. Michonne moaned his name into his ear between nibbles and grinds against him.
"Your mine." He whispered to her, cupping her breasts, her ass and finally placing slipping his hands through her trousers and pressing her soft spot over her underwear. "Say it." Rick looked at her, eyes of a man that had nothing to lose but all to give.
"I'm yours." Rick used his thumb to rub her gently and then pushed her pants to the side. Slowly, he rubbed her with two fingers, the slickness of her wetness over his fingers turning him on even more and making the pre cum in his pants double by the second.

Her shaking body made him want her even more. Urgently he grabbed the back of her neck to make the kiss deeper, to feel her tongue even more and have her moans reach the back of his throat better.
"Upstairs," She whispered. "Upstairs."
He couldn't deny that had been what he was thinking the whole time. He grabbed her as she was, legs wrapped around him and a face of pure ecstasy. "Okay." He kissed her. "Okay."

A/N: I can't write smut! If I could, you would have gotten more! I hope you liked this :) I'd like to thank everyone who commented. It meant a lot!