Rick was once again home late for dinner; Michonne wondered what was so demanding of his time, considering life in the Alexandria Safe-Zone was relatively quiet and easy-going. She left a plate of food out for him, settled an upset Judith and put her to bed, before retiring to her own bedroom. Carl stayed in the living room to wait for his father.
She heard Rick coming up the stairs and felt his presence at her open doorway before she actually looked up to see him.
"Another long day, uh Constable?" She asked as she sat up on her bed and crossed her legs.
Rick nodded and walked barefooted into her room; he closed the door and took up a seat in front of her. The frustration of it all was really starting to get to him.
"That fuckin' woman and her owl sculpture," Rick said with a sigh. "I never thought that, especially now, my years of experience in law enforcement would all be so I could help some naïve-ass woman solve the mystery of her useless-ass shit bein' vandalized at the end of the world."
Michonne let out a loud laugh as she straightened out her legs and rested them over Rick's lap; he absentmindedly ran his hand up to her knee. They had taken the next step in their relationship, but still had not told anyone about it until they were certain Carl was ready to understand the change between them. Rick was impatiently waiting for the moment he could spend the whole night in Michonne's bedroom and fall asleep with her in his arms. For the time being, fleeting and sporadic encounters were all they were afforded.
"Don't be so mean to her!" Michonne chided. "She has a crush on you."
"Yeah well I have a crush on someone else," he said with a dopey grin.
Michonne laughed at his adorableness.
"I feel like I ain't seen you or the kids all day," he offered while squeezing her thigh gently.
"You haven't," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm beginning to worry, Rick."
"About what?" He asked, a seriousness to his expression.
"That you're steppin' out on me with that owl woman," she said teasingly, causing Rick to scoff.
"Now why would I want to go and do somethin' stupid like that?" He asked as a wicked grin crossed his face.
Rick shifted so he was on his knees with Michonne's legs wrapped about his waist; he leaned down and started nibbling the sweet spot on her neck that he knew very well drove her wild. She held his head in place and closed her eyes, letting out a moan; she lost her train of thought completely as Rick's hand snaked up under her pajama top and he cupped her breast.
"Is this your way of apologizing for missing dinner with us again? You tryin' to butter me up?" She finally asked, her voice heavy with desire.
Rick brought his mouth to hers before he answered.
"Is it workin'?" He queried while slipping his hand into the front of her pants.
"Hmm mmm," she replied and then bit her lip.
His technique had in fact worked as Michonne's body began to respond to his touch; she felt the heat in between her legs intensify.
