Fair warning...It's about to get a little real and a little detailed in here. I'm not sure what got into me, but it just...happened.

A little sweet and a little (okay, probably a lot) smut. Enjoy! Thank you for reading and for all your amazing reviews! I appreciate the feedback! This will be the final installment for this story. :)

Michonne grabbed the sheet from Rick and pulled it back up to her chest.

Rick tilted his head and pursed his lips, the whisper of a pout evident in his expression. Michonne smiled and sat up, bending her knees and wrapping her arms around them, the sheet still wrapped around her. Rick shifted his hand to the other side of Michonne's legs and leaned into his outstretched arm, bringing his face close to hers.

"Did we leave it a mess down there?" Michonne inquired in a hushed tone. Rick shook his head, "Nah, not too bad. A few pillows out of place." Rick leaned forward and kissed her, this time tasting a little sweeter than he had before he'd gone downstairs. "and you forgot these." Rick reached into his pocket and pulled out the roll of mints he'd brought home for her. The catalyst.

Rick chuckled when Michonne snatched the roll from his hand and a brilliant smile spread across her face. "oh, these?" she laughed. Michonne pulled at the already partially unraveled foil, exposing the next spearmint candy ring in line and popping it into her mouth. Looking down at the green and silver packaging as she held it in her hand, she looked up at him through her lashes, "I never thanked you for that, for thinking of me..."

The mint in Rick's mouth clicked against his teeth as he shifted it to the other side of his mouth with his tongue before replying, "Yeah...I've had a hard time not doing that lately." His eyes settled on hers, a seriousness behind them that had not been present a moment earlier. Rick had started to recognize that Michonne was crossing his mind much more frequently as of late; once things had started to calm down in Alexandria and he could actually think. Collectively the group had been existing in a cyclical pattern of chaos, with only brief moments of reprieve here and there over the last couple of years. This particular deferment from misery was the longest they'd enjoyed to date; it had been roughly two months since the herd invaded their town and thinned out the population. In that time they'd rebuilt and settled into a relatively mundane existence, one that was quite nice and quite normal. Rick finally began to let himself feel something that wasn't anxiety or fear. He felt hopeful for the first time in a very long time and Michonne was a big part of that.

She had been "family" for close to a year, but for some time Rick had been struggling with admitting to himself that there was something else about her, something that made her especially important to him. It wasn't until she started seeping into his thoughts during runs, while casually walking the community's perimeter during watch, or when he laid his head down to sleep most nights, that he realized what that something else was- he was falling in love with her and it scared the shit out of him.

Unbeknownst to him, Michonne's internal dialog had been echoing Rick's all the while. Deanna's prompting her to ask herself what she was really fighting for caught her off guard and stuck with her after the woman's death. She promised Deanna she would figure it out, and she did. Once she admitted to herself what, or rather who she wanted, it threatened to emotionally paralyze her. It was one thing to love and care for Rick's children, they'd had her heart for a while now, but accepting that her closest and most cherished adult friendship could mean more to her than that was frightening, but she surrendered to it.

"Me too." she whispered, then affirming that she shared the same fears, "I'm a little afraid..."

Rick stared at her intensely, biting into the mint in his mouth and letting it dissolve away before leaning forward to kiss her again. "Don't be." he whispered against her lips. "I'm not going anywhere." Rick looked into her eyes, awaiting her response, seeking something to quell the minute trace of fear he still harbored.

"Me too." she stated simply, placing the mints on the side table and bringing her hands up to his cheeks, drawing him closer so she could kiss him again. Enjoying the sweet breath they now shared, she kissed him deeper, her fingers finding their way back into his hair like a magnet. Rick peeled the sheet from her body as he climbed on top of Michonne while she laid back onto her pillow. The understated admission between them that they had been feeling the same things, even before what happened on that couch, was liberating and exhilarating. Michonne reached down to unbutton Rick's pants, desperate to get him back out of them. Once his belt line was loosened enough for her hands to fit past, she was on him. Rick scrambled awkwardly on his own to get his jeans and underwear past his hips and back where they belonged (on the floor), as Michonne was clearly not interested in helping. Her fingers were occupied elsewhere. Rick groaned as she ran her palm along the underside of his manhood until she reached a region of softer and even more sensitive flesh. With one hand Michonne kneaded him while the other assertively gripped and ran up and down the length of his cock, intermittently lingering at the tip and tracing small circles over it's surface with her thumb.

Rick gripped the sheet beneath them on either side of Michonne's head as his forearms held him up. He'd never been handled with the type of deliberate attention Michonne was giving him. Her hands were confident and present, somehow sensing when and where to squeeze him harder and the areas most reactive to the soft sweeping of her fingertips. Rick buried his face in her neck and closed his eyes. He loved the way she touched him.

"Shit." Rick muttered in a low hiss to himself, so quietly that Michonne couldn't make out what he was saying. Frustrated with his hyperintense response to the way Michonne was handling him, he decided he needed to derail her plan quickly, or risk imminent embarrassment. It was too good. Rick dragged his lips from her neck down to the dip at the center of her clavicles and slowly started to lower his body toward the foot of the bed trailing kisses on her skin as he went. Michonne reached out for his member in protest as he slipped away from her one inch at a time, until he was just low enough to pull out of her hands completely. Rick took his lips off of Michonne to look up at her as he shifted his weight to the side in order to free up one of his hands - which he promptly put to work on his new lover. Rick held her eyes as his fingers trailed over the top of her breast and traced feather-light circles around her nipple. He then lightly twisted it between his thumb and index finger before palming her entire breast and bringing his tongue to meet with her supple flesh, mimicking the circular pattern his fingertips had just enforced.

As he forged a path to her other breast with his mouth, Rick released his grip on her with his hand and followed her midline straight down to her core. Her body welcomed him warmly as he dipped his middle finger inside of her and slowly pumped it in and out, spreading her arousal all over her pussy. After warming her up for a bit, Rick slipped his ring finger in along with his middle and continued to bury his digits up to his knuckles. The rhythmic pattern Rick used on her made her want to scream. He'd pump his two fingers in and out of her a few times, slowly, then pull his fingers out and rub her clit for several seconds, varying his pressure with each revolution. He'd then plunge back into her and start over again. All the while Rick never relented licking and lightly biting at her nipples.

Michonne combed her fingers through the hair at top of his head, pushing a few stray curls off of his forehead so she could see his face, occasionally glancing further down to watch the movements his hand made as his fingered her.

Rick pulled his digits out of her and opened his hand wide to get a grip on the inside of Michonne's upper thigh and slowly pushed her leg out to the side to open her up. Rick slid his hand along the inside of her thigh down toward her knee and held her this way as he started to descend further down her body, kissing her stomach, then the projection of her hip bone. Michonne squirmed under him as he opened his mouth to seek out the crease of her upper thigh with his tongue. He was so close it was making her crazy. Finally, Rick open mouth kissed her slit, fitting her bulb into the crease at the center of his flattened tongue, sliding up and down over it and tracing tight circles around it.

Michonne's back arched rhythmically as he went down on her. It felt so good it hurt. Knowing that the closer she got to orgasming, the sooner the intense pleasure would be over, was a reality she didn't want to face. Staring up at the ceiling, and occasionally the top of the headboard when she involuntarily arched with bliss, Michonne smiled. She let herself absorb every sensation, from the wet friction of his tongue, his intermittent soft kisses and the way his stubble scratched the inside of her thighs to the sweet hint of spearmint that still lingered in her mouth. All of it was sending her to the brink and she was going to let herself fall. As the tension in her core began rapidly escalating, Rick started running his tongue down and into her opening every few passes. Michonne gripped tightly at his hair as he continued, increasing his pace as her breathing became loud and labored. Rick then sent her tumbling over the edge by whispering 3 little words against her clit.

"Come for me".

Covering her mouth with her free hand and biting the web between her thumb and first finger was the best she could do to muffle her moans as the pleasure shot through her. He left her legs shaking, effectively rendering a puddle. A glistening, panting, thoroughly satisfied puddle.

Rick kissed her bud a few more time before he scaled up the mattress to lay next to her on his back and smile in her direction. He then looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. He literally hadn't had this much fun in years and was enjoying every second more than the last.

Once Michonne's brain found it's way back into her head, she made her way over to him and mounted his lap, sliding against his very erect manhood. Rick's eyes popped open, delighting in the sight before him and a bit surprised by how quickly she'd recovered. Rick ran his hands up both of her thighs and tucking them under her ass as she lifted herself higher onto her knees so she could line herself up with his cock. Once properly aligned, Michonne lowered herself onto him in one smooth motion and ground her hips against his pelvis once he filled her. Rick tightened his grip on her rear as she rode him, biting his lips as he watched her move. Her body was so perfectly athletic yet feminine, and she knew exactly what to it to with it to drive him insane. Michonne hinged forward from her hips to kiss his lips and slip her tongue into his mouth while she continued ascending and descending his length. Rick was going to burst, but Michonne wasn't done testing his limits yet. She brought her mouth to his ear and tried her hand at using words as weapons herself, repeating the ones he'd used on her back to him in a tone that sent a ripple through his core, causing him to obey that very command in that very moment. A satisfied smile took Michonne's face as Rick tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her closer to him, burying his face into her chest and allowing quiet grunts to escape between his rapid breaths.

Michonne slowed her movements to a stop and collapsed onto his chest, confident that tonight she was going to get the best sleep she'd had in two years.

"Wow." was all Rick could manage after several seconds of comfortable silence passed. "Mmhmm." Michonne agreed, nuzzling his neck, dreading having to eventually move at some point. She decided to enjoy a few more minutes in their post coital haze and draped her arm across his chest.

She could get used to this.

So could he.

It may have been a rough day, but it had turned into one hell of a night. One they'd happily relive, again and again.