A/N: This fic is in response to the "Who Cuts the other's hair" for the Richonne Writing Network's Milk and Honey Series. Can you guess which episode this story would've come from? In a review perhaps? Enjoy!

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Rick emerged from the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist stroking the errant hairs on his beard. It had been awhile since he shaved and he was wondering if he should go back to a clean face. Rubbing the fog off the mirror, he took a good look at himself, turning his head from side to side. The exhaustion was apparent by the lines under his eyes but he was happy. They were able to find food thanks to their new connection at the Hilltop even though some possibly innocent lives were lost and Maggie and Carol were in danger briefly. Things were good..for now.

Running his fingers through the chestnut curls that now touched his shoulders, he figured he may as well get a haircut too. "Don't you dare," the familiar voice said. He rubbed the rest of the mirror clear and his eyes immediately locked with Michonne. His old friend and new lover. She was smiling with some of her clothes in one hand and a half finished apple in the other. "You only brought one?"

She took another huge bite almost finishing it and smiled. "I left one on the nightstand. On my side."

He peeked around her into what was now their bedroom. "Of course."

"You were about to cut it weren't you?"

He tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. "You don't want me to? You don't think it's time?"

Michonne took another step inside the bathroom and closed the door behind her. The soft click had his cock on high alert for anything she had planned. It had only been a few days since they discovered this intimate side of one another but he was ready, willing and able whenever she wanted to make love. "I don't think it's time to cut this," she ran her fingers through his hair, "or shave this," she said gliding her smooth fingers through his scruff. His eyes closed as she ended her exploration of his face with a soft kiss to his lips.

"How about just a trim then?" he offered, trying to compromise. Pretending to think it over, she reached down and pulled her tank top over her head. Rick gasped, mentally bracing himself for her next move.

"Ok. A trim," she agreed and reached for the scissors out of the medicine cabinet.

"You're gonna cut it?" He was genuinely surprised.

Michonne maneuvered him to the toilet, motioning for him to sit down. "Of course. I mean I'm not Jessie level talented at haircuts but I can trim hair well enough."

Rick winced at the loaded comment and the realization that she knew Jessie cut his hair a couple of months ago when they first arrived in Alexandria. They had never really talked about her at all. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her in even closer and willed her to look down and make eye contact with him. "No you're not. You're definitely not her. I know that." She was so much more. He kissed her stomach, his fingertips grazing her back down to her ample ass and gave it a light squeeze.

"You're distracting me Mr. Grimes," she broke his gaze and went back to combing his hair in preparation. Just like that the moment had passed and they said everything with a look that needed to be said. They were past that. Past her. Nothing to look forward to but the future. "I have some hair to trim."

"I'm all yours. Do your worst." His hands were placed in his lap like a good little Boy Scout, trying his damnest not to touch her. There was no middle ground where Michonne was concerned. If he touched her, he wanted to be buried inside her. Maybe it was because they had been dancing around their chemistry for months and he wanted to make up for lost time or maybe it was because they had a connection he'd never experienced before. Either way, he had to learn to tamper it down…..eventually. He wasn't even halfway through his thoughts before she proudly announced "All done."

Ricks eyes opened in surprise. "Already?" Looking down at the floor, he didn't see anything but two tiny piles of hair that he reached down to pick up. Confused, he turned towards the mirror and didn't see anything different. " It's ummm." Caught between not wanting to hurt her feelings and just plain laughter, he decided to play it safe. "It's ummm—it's definitely somethin'. Thank you."

Michonne tried to stifle her laughter but lost the battle. "The look on your face", she giggled, putting the scissors down on the small vanity. "It's somethin," she mocked him.

He laughed too and dropped what was about 8 or 9 strands of his hair into the trash can. "You didn't do anythang".

"I didn't do anything because I love your hair", she explained, maneuvering herself between his legs.

"Is that so?"

Michonne moaned as he kissed her trying to unhook her bra. "Yes that's so." Her hands explored his soft tresses, lightly tugging on them as her bra hit the floor and Ricks mouth immediately on her hard nipple. "Mmmmm. And the length comes in handy at certain times."

Rick released her left breast with a pop and looked up at her confused. This was new to her as well. Having her friend, her best friend in the most intimate of ways. Taking a step back she locked the door and began to unbutton her jeans. Ricks intense stare burned her skin and the bulge under his towel had grown considerably. She stepped out of her jeans and black panties and his towel hit the floor.

Mentally he started thinking about where everyone was in the house, praying they wouldn't get interrupted. Judith was asleep and Carl knew better than to come in his room without knocking first. "You're so beautiful."

Michonne beamed, evidence of her arousal glistening against her flawless brown skin. Approaching Rick, she straddled him and he leaned back to give her room to settle. With their eyes locked on one another, she reached behind her stroking his cock once, twice teasing it against her dripping pussy before slowly descending on him. Rick buried his face in her chest, trying not to groan too loud. She was already panting, slowly rolling her hips in a circular motion. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, guiding her movements and trying to control his already building orgasm. When she began to bounce up and down on him, he knew he was on borrowed time. His balls tightened as his lips covered her other nipple sucking hard.

"Yessssss," she hissed, her head thrown back in ecstasy not once breaking her rhythm. When she felt the pull in her lower belly she knew she was close. Rick's thumb began to circle her clit and she straightened up, a loud long moan echoing off the bedroom walls. "I'm about to—" She gripped Rick's hair, anchoring herself against the wave of pleasure that was threatening to take her under.

He held on to her ass as he impaled her on his thick cock, feeling her walls begin to close in on him. "That's it. Come on baby." His words were her undoing, and suddenly her body had a mind of its own. Bucking and rocking, pulling his hair as the orgasm rose, faded and began again.

"Fuckkkkkk," he cursed, moving her back just in time so he could release on his thigh. They breathed heavily while he grabbed a towel to clean himself off. She took the washcloth from his hand and finished cleaning them both off. They were always a team. What one started, the other one finished.

When Michonne giggled, he quirked his eyebrow. "Somethin funny?"

She smoothed his hair back in place, kissed him and whispered against his lips. "I told you the longer hair comes in handy for certain things."

Rick laughed pulling her in close.

Comfortable and sated.

Happy.

"It does indeed."