"Is it me you're upset with? Did... I do something?" Rick questions, his voice slightly heartbroken.

I drop my hands from my face to find him staring at me, his eyes expectant and expression fallen. Remembering whose lips he was locked with earlier sends a rush of vivid rage through my veins.

Fuck it.

"You know what Rick? Yes. It is you." I confirm bitterly, making shock flash across his usually controlled expression, clearly surprised at the harshness in my tone.

I let the alcohol, bitterness, and fierce jealousy churn dangerously within me as I take a step toward him, suddenly seething with irrational betrayal.

"I thought you were a man of honor." I growl lowly, my face pulled downward with disgust, making Rick flinch with surprise, those stupid perfect eyes of his widening.

"What are you-"

"-I saw you." I cut him off harshly, blistering irritation snapping through my veins, making the task of holding back incredibly difficult.

"I saw you and Jessie. Kissing." I reveal darkly with disgust, a heavy pit weighing in my stomach hearing it being said out loud. It suddenly feels much more real.

Rick's eyebrows raise at my words before he clenches his jaw, looks down, and rests his hand on his belt, letting out a slow exhale through his nose.

"That was private." Rick utters lowly, not meeting my gaze.

Not being able to help it, I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Right. In the middle of a party, with the whole goddamn community in attendance," I snap sarcastically as his intense eyes flit up to meet mine, anger flaming behind those blue irises.

"She's married, Rick. With two kids." I remind him sharply, making him clench his jaw once again, taking a deep breath.

"I don't think that kind of thing matters anymore, d'you?" Rick questions me roughly, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to the side with an attitude that makes me scoff at the vivid irony.

Why can't he see it?

"Last I checked, you killed the man who tried to break up your family. I don't remember you being fine with Shane goin' after Lori just because it happened to be the fucking apocalypse." I spit, my chest heaving, slight guilt ebbing at me for bringing up that subject.

Rick's face twitches with anger, his nostrils flaring slightly. "That was different. You know that" He mutters shortly, his heart-wrenching gaze boring into mine, looking far too calm, making my own anger rise in severity.

Fuming, I take another step closer to him, searching his face incredulously.

"How?" I demand lowly. "Enlighten me, Rick. Because from where I'm standing? You are Shane in this situation- lusting after a married woman!" I rant passionately, making Rick huff with aggravation.

"I'm not lusting after her," Rick snaps darkly, his fiery eyes burning into mine, the pale moonlight casting a dark shadow across his sharp features.

"It's not- that simple." He adds through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose, shifting on his feet.

Shaking my head, suddenly unable to recognize the man standing in front of me, I avert my gaze.

That anger that just consumed me now subsides quickly, replaced rapidly with a sense of defeat.

He has no idea what he is getting into.

"Pining after a married person never ends well, Rick. Trust me. I've been there," I reveal, my voice barely above a whisper as my mouth actively betrays me.

"I wanted a married man. Spent my nights wishing things were different. Then they were. He was finally single but it didn't matter because it broke him. It broke me." I sigh, still staring at the floor.

"It's just- not worth it. It never is." I implore with finality, seizing enough courage to finally look up at Rick, my skin tingling at my confession.

Rick's expression barely changes, seeming more irritated for some reason as he drops his hand from his nose, his eyes squinted with annoyance.

"As I said- that was before the turn when things were different-"

"-I never said it was before." I interrupt breathlessly, my heartbeat leaping in my chest, not quite being able to believe what I just let myself say.

My uneven breaths barely seem to reach my burning lungs as I watch Rick, terrified at the situation unraveling in front of me.

Rick pauses, Furrowing his brows deeply, his eyes roaming my face.

Then, he realizes.

My abdomen wrenches as shock erupts across his expression, his eyebrows raising, eyes widening, and mouth parting. I grimace, needing to look away, wringing my hands nervously.

"You were married Rick," I whisper roughly into the now painfully silent room, the only sound being the distant party still going on down the road.

"It destroyed me. Seeing you with your family- with Lori. And I hated myself for it." I tell him hoarsely, my voice dripping with contempt. Remembering how I looked at the happy family and thought about how much I wished it could be me instead.

"I hated myself for wanting you when you were happily married. For f-feeling jealously whenever I saw you two together." I confess breathlessly, not having the strength to look over at Rick, staring instead at the intricate design of the marble counter.

Focusing on the way the grey lines flow through the stone and not the expression of astonishment on Rick's face as I actively ruin our friendship. As I do the one thing I always desperately tried to avoid.

"And the guilt!" I implore, suddenly whirling around to face him, my heart aching painfully before I look away once again when I see his shocked expression.

"How do you think I felt after wishing over and over that somehow you would be single when Lori died? W-When I could have helped her? It felt like it was all some cruel punishment for wanting you," I admit weakly, my lip trembling, finally feeling enough courage to really look at him.

That expression of astonishment is unchanged as he watches me speak, the blue moonlight illuminating his face, exaggerating his sharp features. Cringing, I avert my gaze, my limbs stinging with disbelief at my confession.

"It just- slowly destroyed me. So maybe just take my advice and avoid it altogether," I finish quietly, my face suddenly feeling extremely warm.

What am I doing?

As I stare at the ground in the agonizing silence, I abruptly feel overly aware of how idiotic I look, standing in the kitchen as lay myself bare. As I confess that I've been hopelessly pining after the man standing right in front of me.

It's particularly painful considering the fact he just had his lips locked with a woman who is undoubtedly the opposite of me. The pretty blonde who hasn't done the things I've done.

I wouldn't want me either.

At the continued absence of Rick's voice saying anything, I sigh heavily, running an anxious hand through my hair, my stomach in knots.

"I-I'm sorry. I'll just-" I sutter lamely as I brush past him, simply giving up on speaking. I desperately need to get out of this situation to try to make the burning in my face and the wrenching pain in my heart go away.

Before I can slip fully past him, Rick's fast reflexes stop me, grabbing my elbow quickly. His grip makes me pause before I slowly turn around to face him.

My heartbeat racing, I gape at him with wide eyes, my chest heaving. His calloused fingers curled around my elbow sends waves of warmth across my skin.

"No."

Is all Rick murmurs lowly, staring at his hand, still gripped on me, not meeting my gaze.

"Rick. It's fine. Do what you want with Jessie-"

I'm cut off as Rick pulls me toward him roughly. I collide with his solid chest and blink up at him in shock, my heart stuttering to a stop.

Beneath his brows, his prying irises examine my expression as if he's trying to figure me out, making this whole humiliating situation that much worse.

"What are you-"

"-God Cass. For once, just shut up," Rick breathes slowly, making shock jerk through me.

I flinch back, immediately raising my brows in indignation, scoffing at his words. This produces a frustratingly attractive smirk that pulls at the corner of Rick's mouth as he gazes down at me.

Outrage sparks through me. This fucker is really going to tease me about this? Seriously?

Prick.

Knitting my brows together in aggravation, I open my mouth to tear him a new one but he stops my effort, ducking down and pressing his lips to mine.

oh.
oh.

That former anger rapidly dissipates as one of his hands snakes around my waist and pulls me flush against his warm body. His other hand reaches up to caress my jaw, his thumb gently stroking my cheek.

Wild fireworks explode under his touch, igniting my desire and making it impossible to comprehend what the hell is happening. His soft lips move against mine, firm but passionate, making my eyelids flutter closed at the intoxicating sensation.

It takes me a fraction of a second to come to my senses, to move past the all-consuming surprise coursing through my body. I've been standing, frozen, as he kisses me, unable to form a thought let alone move.

I'm just about to kiss him back when Rick pulls away, his breathing ragged and heavy. That attractive face is flushed, his lips red and slightly swollen in deep contrast to his striking blue eyes. He's so hot in this moment I can't even think.

"Sorry- I'll stop," Rick apologizes breathlessly, his eyes roaming my face, his hands beginning to pull away from my body. My skin instantly screams in protest, feeling immediately empty without those hands on me.

"Don't you dare-"

I'm not given the chance to finish my sentence as Rick captures my lips in a hungry and desperate kiss, grabbing my thighs and hoisting them around his hips.

A moan erupts from the back of my throat in response as I wrap my legs tightly around his torso, basking in the sensation of his firm body pressed against mine.

I can feel the thick leather band of his belt chafing my thighs, sending excitement fluttering through me.

Flames of passion burn between us, and it feels like a puzzle finally clicking into place.

Rick, with his hot palms on my hips, places me on the ice-cold countertop making me gasp into his mouth at the sensation. Rick smirks into the kiss, pushing his hips in between my legs which I gladly part for him as he kisses me fervently, one hand settled on my waist. His other hand is still caressing my jaw, his fingers getting tangled in my hair as he does.

Losing myself in the mind-blowing kiss, I run my hands up and down his back, using my nails to scratch slightly, earning an intoxicatingly deep groan from Rick. The slight stubble on his jaw scratches my skin in the perfect way, just as I imagined it a million times before.

Rick breaks the kiss, immediately moving his lips to right underneath my neck, his hot mouth beginning to suck at a specific spot under my jaw that turns my spine to jelly. A bolt of arousal shoots between my legs, making me tense up slightly, a desperate whimper falling from my lips before I can stop it.

Rick stops, pulling away from my neck and standing up straight so he can fully take me in, his chest heaving. His usually bright eyes look nearly black in this lighting. My chest is heaving, my pulse racing faster than I think I've ever felt it, swallowing thickly as I meet his intense gaze.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Rick tells me through his heavy breathing, his voice an octave lower than normal. My heart flutters at his words, suddenly feeling light-headed. It's almost impossible for me to comprehend this is actually happening as I blink back at him.

"H-how long?" I whisper hoarsely, my eyes searching his, my skin on fire.

"Around the time you got with that asshole Spencer," Rick replies shortly, his jaw clenching, a spark of frustration flashing over his face. My eyebrows shoot to my forehead in disbelief at his words.

Rick was jealous of Spencer back at the Prison?

... Rick.

Jealous of Spencer.

Jesus Christ.

Throwing my arms around Rick's neck, I pull his face down to mine, capturing him in a fervent kiss. My hands rake through his wavy hair as Rick kisses me back desperately, his hands roaming my sides, making my abdomen clench at the sensation.

Our kiss becomes frenzied, my heart hammering so loud in my chest that I swear he must hear it too. He pulls me forward, even closer to him than I thought was possible. One of my hands strays from his perfect head of hair to his bicep, grasping onto him tightly like if I let go, the moment will disappear.

Rick's hands wander down from my waist to my ass, making my stomach swoop, a sound of surprise sounding from the back of my throat as he hoists me up from the counter, enveloping my legs securely around him once again. My heartbeat pounding relentlessly in my chest, I lock my legs around his hips to keep me as secure as possible as he takes a few steps from the kitchen.

Breaking the kiss, I lean back, breathing heavily, making Rick stop. "The kids-" I start, but he just shakes his head slightly.

"Judith is staying at Carol's with the girls and Carl is having a sleepover," Rick tells me through his laborious breathing, making me nod, swallowing thickly, suddenly feeling extremely nervous.

"We don't need to-" Rick starts, watching me carefully with concern, his sincerity clear.

"-No! No. I want to," I interrupt him quickly, making a grin pull at his mouth at my evident eagerness. My face erupts in a heavy blush.

"Me too." Rick informs me, leaning forward like he's telling me a secret, his voice low. I can't stop the mirroring grin pulling across my face, nerves fluttering deep in me.

"Upstairs?" I ask, and he nods, a sudden softness behind his gaze, making me bite my lip as I smile with amusement. "Maybe you should put me down, we can just-"

"Nope." Rick responds quickly before readjusting his grip on my ass, securing me tighter to his body. A small gasp escapes my lips as I lurch forward to hold onto his shoulders. Rick strides forwards until he starts climbing the stairs, still carrying me as if I weigh nothing, making me gulp.

"I carried you for seven miles before, I can manage this," He murmurs lowly beside my ear, making chills erupt along my arms. I shake my head slightly in amusement at his never-ending stubbornness.

He leads us into his room, kicking the door closed behind him. The reality of the situation I'm in suddenly hits me as he pushes me against the wall, kissing me impatiently. I moan into his mouth, tightening my thighs around his hips to aid the intense way my desire is making itself very much known.

I just want to feel him. In every way possible. Knowing he wants this is absolutely unbelievable, but the way he's kissing and touching me is making it very clear that he does.

Pulling away from the kiss, I reach up to hold either side of his face so I can take a second to just look at him. To imprint this moment in my memory, just in case it's the only time this happens.

Rick swallows thickly as he stares unflinchingly back at me, those gorgeous eyes of his heavily dilated as they roam over my face, darting repeatedly back to my mouth. I smile slightly with satisfaction, memorizing every inch of his perfectly sculpted face that has just gotten more handsome with every day I've known him.

"Help me out of my dress, will you?" I ask him breathlessly, raising my eyebrows expectantly. Desire flickers over his expression, filling my stomach with fluttering butterflies. He gently helps me get down so I can stand on my own two feet.

I pause for a moment when it's just the two of us standing face to face, panting. The small space of air between us is laden with our hot breaths, electricity sparking with every passing millisecond we stare at each other.

With the anticipation heavy and tension thick, I turn around, giving Rick access to the zipper.

His calloused hand brushes my hair to the side to get it on my shoulder and out of the way, making me shiver slightly. My eyes flutter closed as his warm fingers travel down from the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck down to my mid-back, where the zipper resides.

There's a second of hesitation. But before I can reassure him, Rick begins to unzip my dress, steadily exposing my back to the air, making goosebumps flare across my skin. Not because of the temperature change, but because of the sensation of his fingers dragging a trail of fire down the indent of my back.

The zipper stops right before the waistband of my underwear at the very bottom of my spine. My skin feels empty the second Rick's hand is removed from my body and I sense him stepping back respectfully. I turn around to meet his intense gaze as he breathes steadily in and out, his eyes dark as he looks at me from under his brows.

Before I can get too nervous, I shoulder off my dress, making the entire thing drop to the ground. Rick's mouth parts, his expression filling with what I can now recognize as arousal, his gaze immediately dropping down to my exposed body.

Rick's jaw clenches as he takes in my black lacy bra and matching underwear, sending excitement fluttering through me. I suddenly feel extremely appreciative of Michonne and Rosita for convincing me to get it.

I realize with a start that this could be why he was acting so strange back at the creek weeks ago. I just figured he wouldn't even notice my underwear, he didn't seem to with anyone else.

Was he... interested in me back then?

"Jesus Christ Cass," Rick swears, his voice taught as his eyes eagerly roam my body, making an embarrassed blush flush across my skin. Rick doesn't waste time closing the distance between us, kissing me passionately, his warm hands roaming my body, making satisfaction flower in my chest.

One of his hands palms my asscheek and squeezes, earning a moan from me, my grip on his shoulders tightening. His rough hands, running along my skin in places he hasn't even grazed before, sends repeated sparks of desire through my veins, the lust I feel in this moment more intense than I have ever experienced.

And knowing it's really him here with me is making me lose my mind. Without a doubt, I'm completely safe here with him. And knowing that is making my intense desire soar to new heights.

My hands trail from his hair, down his neck, to the part of his chest slightly exposed thanks to the few buttons undone at the top. God, he looks so fucking good in this shirt. Rick tenses slightly as I do this before breaking our kiss, breathing deeply.

"Your turn," I pant, eyeing his far-too clothed body in comparison to mine.

"Yes ma'am," Rick murmurs deeply, making yet another bolt of arousal shoot between my legs. Having him say that to me, in that deep rough voice, in his bedroom, is turning me on so much I'm beginning to have an issue breathing.

Rick starts unbuttoning his shirt, and getting far too impatient, I reach forward to help him, my hands trembling as I go. At the sight of his white undershirt, I groan with frustration, making a smirk pull at Rick's mouth.

"Patience is a virtue." Rick murmurs as he shoulders off the button down, tossing it on the dresser beside him.

"I've been wanting this for years, Rick. I'm done with patience," I snap hurriedly, making his smirk only grow as he pulls off his undershirt, finally leaving him shirtless.

I pull my bottom lip under my teeth as I take in his tanned, muscular torso. I've seen him shirtless before. Hell, I did yesterday, but it was never for me.

Never for me to touch.

My hesitant hand reaches out, gingerly grazing his warm, strong chest, making him shudder slightly.

Rick's show of nerves sends a wave of satisfaction through me, smirking as my eyes lift up to meet his watching me carefully. I slowly and gently explore his skin, not being able to help noticing his evident v-line and strip of hair that trails below his waistband, making my mouth water slightly.

I adore the way Rick twitches as my feather-light fingers travel a little too low, his breath hitching in his throat.

Glancing back up at him through my eyelashes, a knowing grin grows on my face, my hand still resting on his abdomen.

"Cass." Rick breathes my name, his voice hoarse and desperate, making my stomach flip, having never heard that tone from him before. Gulping, I press my thighs together to ease the desire suddenly throbbing between my legs. Rick notices this, clenching his jaw and tilting his head to the side, his breathing uneven.

In a second, he's kissing me again, guiding me towards his bed. I spin us so he sits on the edge of the mattress, facing me.

I don't have an opportunity to climb onto his lap because he pulls me onto him quickly, doing exactly what I had planned. My heart soars at the sensation of my bare thighs on his jean-clad lap as I kiss him desperately, my fingers tangling in his hair as his hands run up and down my sides.

His rough hands explore my torso and it's like all the moments he placed his hands on me- to guide me through a doorway, to help me off an obstacle, to steady me as I lose balance- have all led up to this moment.

This moment of having his hands on my naked skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Rick's hand on my back reaches up and unclasps my bra in one swift motion, taking me slightly by surprise.

What doesn't surprise me is the proud smirk I feel against my lips as we kiss. Someone's feeling cocky. I shoulder off my bra straps, tossing the uncomfortable lacy thing to the side, not giving a shit where it ends up.

Rick's hot calloused hands are immediately on my exposed breasts, making me moan breathlessly into our kiss at the incredible sensation. Rick groans deeply in response as he massages the delicate skin of my breasts, the sound alone fueling my desire with new fervor despite it seeming impossible.

Rick breaks our kiss to look fully at my chest, his mouth immediately parting as his eyes lay on them. Before I can say a word, he ducks his head, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I let out a shuddering gasp at the overwhelming sensation, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he works.

While he sucks and licks the skin of my breast, his hands roam around my supple thighs, squeezing occasionally. This accompanied by the way his hair is tickling the bottom of my jaw, is becoming too much, making my breathing increase rapidly.

"Rick," I sigh urgently through my panting, making him pause, gazing up at me.

Just the sight of his face right beside my breast, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen as those eyes stare back at me, is like something out of an extremely erotic wet dream. A dream I never want to wake up from.

"I need- uh- I need to feel you," I plead breathlessly, pressing my thighs together again in an attempt to alleviate the desire throbbing desperately between my legs.

Rick's eyes darken at my words, nodding wordlessly. He grabs my waist, tossing me on the mattress, up near the pillows. My stomach flips, a bashful smile growing on my face as I realize I quite like being tossed around by Rick Grimes.

I expect Rick to hover above me and kiss me again but he doesn't.

Lifting my head curiously, I realize that he's focused on my underwear. I discover just right then that they are completely drenched with my arousal, making mortification flood through me.

Rick's gaze flickers up to mine, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Embarrassment flushes my cheeks as groan, covering my eyes with my arm and throwing my head back on his pillows. As I hit the pillow, the smell of Rick practically engulfs me, like some erotic pollen being released from the fabric.

It hits me.

I'm nearly naked in Rick's bed. With Rick himself.

Holy shit.

My attention is drawn back to the breathtaking man when I jump at the sensation of his warm hands on my bent knees. Looking back at him with a gulp, I watch as his veined hands move to the inside of my knees, gently easing them apart.

Rick's hands roam north slightly, making me whimper at the feeling of his rough fingers on the sensitive skin around my thighs. A flurry of nerves flutters up my body, making me shudder.

His fingers curl around the black lace of the underwear on either side of my hips, glancing up at me to check for permission once again. My heart burning with tenderness at his concern, I nod with a smile.

Grinning, he pulls the saturated pair of underwear down my legs, making me gasp slightly as my soaked center is exposed to the air. Tossing the underwear to the side, Rick looks back at me, fully exposed now, making him let out a raspy exhale before ducking his head.

"Fuck, Cass," Rick swears under his breath as one of his hands darts down to touch his crotch, making me notice just now the large bulge in his pants. My eyebrows raise.

Do I really have that kind of effect on Rick?

I don't have another second to consider this thought because my world is violently yanked upside down as Rick's head nestles between my legs. Letting out a shuddering gasp, my hips buck into his mouth with instinct, my heartbeat lurching.

Oh my fucking god

Rick's large palm reaches up and lays flat on my abdomen, keeping me down as he begins to eat me out. My brows knitted together in unbelievable pleasure, I throw my head back, whimpering at the intoxicating sensations rushing through me.

His tongue runs up and down my folds before pressing harshly against my clit, making me shudder with pleasure. The tingling sensation sparks across my lower abdomen, steadily increasing with every incredible movement Rick's mouth makes.

He suddenly grabs my right leg, throwing It over his shoulder and pulling me onto him roughly so he can get better access, bringing me rapidly to the edge.

A desperate and lust-filled moan leaves my lips, earning a deep groan from Rick, the vibration from his mouth making the sensation even better. I can't think, one hand grasping tightly onto the comforter underneath me, the other gripping onto those curls.

His beautiful curls are nestled between my legs. Finally.

I lift my head to look at him, biting my lip at the erotic vision in front of me.

Seeing Rick's head of hair rhythmically moving between my thighs as he works on my aching pussy, his veined hands holding onto my thigh for support, is unbelievably hot.

I suddenly think that if me two years ago saw this, she would probably have an aneurysm.

Rick swirls his tongue, sending an intense wave of pleasure through me, making a moan of contentment fall from my lips as I readjust my hips into him slightly.

"Oh god yes- just like that," I sigh, my heart tightening at how close I am, that familiar warmth and tingling reverberating across my lower belly as I rapidly reach climax, catching Rick's attention. He tilts his head up slightly, his eyes meeting mine as his broad nose nudges against my clit.

This motion, along with the sight of Rick's perfect eyes gazing up at me from between my spread legs, violently throws me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me.

Stars explode behind my eyes and I cry out, my abdomen pushing against Rick's steady hand. Shockwaves pulsate through my body as I climax, not being able to stop the completely unfiltered moan that slips past my lips as satisfaction and overwhelming pleasure course through me. Rick watches me from between my legs, continuing to help me through my orgasm.

Panting, I fall back onto the bed once I fully finish, staring up at the ceiling in utter disbelief. My heart feels like it is about to burst out of my chest and my skin is damp with sweat.

That is the hardest I have orgasmed. Ever.

My eyelids flutter closed as Rick comes up, kissing me softly. I hum into his kiss, enjoying the taste of me on his lips.

"You did so good," Rick tells me softly as he caresses my cheek, his eyes full of adoration as they search my face, his lips pulled into a smile. The lips that were just eating me out. Oh God help me.

I let out a small and breathless chuckle, still in utter disbelief. "You're the one who did really fucking good," I respond quickly.

"It was that good for you?" Rick asks, a proud smirk pulling at his mouth as he leans back, laying beside me.

I prop myself on my elbows to emphasize the seriousness of my words as I pointedly look at him.

"Rick, not only did you actually go down on me, which hasn't happened a lot in my previous experience, you just gave me the hardest orgasm of my life," I admit, making shock flutter across his expression before his brows furrow.

"Wait- your other guys didn't-"

"No. Spencer did once but it was bad. I felt like I was getting a cervical exam," I respond, making Rick let out a huff of laughter. He shakes his head, an odd smile pulling across that handsome face.

"That's insane that they never- I dreamed of being able to go down on you," Rick breathes, shaking his head, his words making my chest tighten.

"They had no idea how lucky they were and they didn't even treat you right." Rick scoffs, making shock flutter through me hearing those words fall from his lips.

"You d-dreamed...?" I trail off with wide eyes, a nervous smile pulling at my mouth as Rick's eyes darken.

"Oh, I dreamed about tasting you for a long time Cass," Rick reveals lowly as he turns to look at me, making my stomach swoop, that knot of arousal making itself very much known again.

"Really?" I ask breathlessly, my surprised eyes searching his. He nods once, a sheepish smile growing on his face.

"I would come just imagining going down on you. Tasting you. Knowing I could make you feel that much pleasure," Rick breathes, his voice low, my brain struggling to comprehend his words.

Oh my God.

Images of Rick pleasuring himself while thinking about me flashes through my mind, making a dull pleasure throb between my legs.

Taking a leap of faith, I roll over and straddle him, perching on the warm and toned stretch of abdomen right above his waistband.

Rick sucks in a sharp breath, probably at the sensation of my excessive wetness on his skin, his eyes fluttering closed, his eyebrows drawn together in what seems to be concentration.

I bite my lip excitedly as I look down at him, my hands resting on his chest while his settle on my hips.

"What you just told me might be the hottest thing I've ever heard." I inform the incredibly attractive man I'm straddling, making him open his eyes, looking at me with dry disbelief.

"It's... uh- embarrassing," Rick mutters through gritted teeth, making a grin pull at my mouth, not being able to comprehend a world where Rick cares that much about my opinion of him.

"It's nothing," I dismiss, shaking my head, briefly remembering the embarrassing shit I did and thought of. Rick raises his eyebrows, clearly not believing me.

Getting a sudden boost of confidence, I lean forward, placing my hands on the mattress on either side of Rick's head. The motion makes my breasts swing slightly, making Rick's grip on my hips tighten, closing his eyes for a moment, his slight squirming sending strong desire between my legs.

"D'you remember back at the prison when you gave Spencer your old jacket?" I ask, watching Rick as he cracks open one of his eyes, nodding at my seemingly random question, clearly confused by it.

"Well, I came for the first and only time with Spencer that night," I inform Rick, enjoying the evident jealousy that flickers across his expression as he clenches his jaw, looking away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. I grin, not having recognized this jealousy before but greatly enjoying it now.

I lean forward closer to whisper in his ear, one of my hands touching his hair. "I made him keep your jacket on. Then I closed my eyes and pretended it was you fucking me instead." I whisper seductively before leaning back to gauge his reaction.

Rick's expression darkens, looking up at me with unmistakable arousal behind his eyes, his breathing suddenly increasing in intensity. Abrupt determination flashes across his expression and he flips us over so I'm on my back, making me let out a slight squeal.

"I don't want to pretend anymore, d'you?" Rick asks me, his voice low and rumbling as he searches my gaze, making revitalized arousal surge through my veins.

"I'm sick of pretending," I tell him honestly, making a grin pull on his face at my words.

Taking another leap of faith, I reach down and touch Rick's erection through his pants, immediately earning a deep groan from his lips as his eyes flutter closed. When he loses his balance slightly, I bite my lip at the evident power I have over him, still not quite believing it.

"Cass." Rick breathes with warning, his voice very much on edge.

"Yes?" I ask innocently, stoking Rick gently through the thick fabric of his pants just once, making him jerk forward, a desperate sound escaping his mouth, sending a spark of desire through me.

[ A/N: not Cass making RICK GRIMES whimper!- icon. ]

"You-" He lets out a shuddering breath. "- should stop touching me." Rick tells me, his words short and uneven.

Suddenly extremely turned on, I swallow thickly, having never heard this side of him before but thoroughly enjoying every second of it.

"Why?" I ask, tilting my head and smiling innocently as I wait for his response.

"Because if you don't stop, this will end very fast," Rick admits, cringing slightly. Grinning, I remove my hand from him, not being able to help the pride swelling in my chest.

After taking a second, Rick leans back to shed the rest of his clothes. I watch curiously as he unbuckles his belt before dropping his trousers and revealing his dark grey boxers underneath. The outline of his erection is evident, making my eyebrows raise. I had a hunch he was well-endowed, but damn Rick!

Rick catches me staring, making a breathtaking smile pull across his lips before he drops his boxers. My mouth parts instantly, my breath hitching in my throat seeing him- his erect length straining against his body, precum glistening at the head.

Biting my lip, my eyes dart up to meet Rick's already watching me. His cheeks are tinted red as he cocks his head knowingly, a smug smirk on his face. He clearly knows he's big. I roll my eyes, grinning.

His confidence suddenly makes a lot of sense.

Rick joins me back on the bed, hovering carefully above me, making my heartbeat increase realizing it's really going to happen.

Seeming to sense my nerves, Rick's hand cups my cheek gently. I lean into his touch as his eyes search my face.

"Are you still okay with this?" He asks me gently, and I know immediately if I said no that he would stop. No question.

I nod, a warm feeling settling in my chest, having never felt safer in bed than I do at this moment.

"Just fuck me, Rick," I tell him breathlessly, making his grin fade, replaced with an expression of pure arousal. His hips drop down slightly so his hard dick is now pressed against the skin of my lower stomach, making the both of us inhale sharply.

His deep blue eyes look down at me with what must be adoration as he lowers himself to kiss me passionately, his nose nudging against mine. I hum contentedly into his mouth, not being able to help my hand from combing through his hair once again, still not believing I have the right to do that now.

His hips grind against my belly, making the both of us groan in pleasure. I reach down to touch him, grasping his warm length that seems to fit perfectly in my hand.

A shuddering sigh falls from his mouth, breaking our kiss to duck his head, breathing heavily. Pride surges through me at the effect I have on him as I scoot my hips up on the bed so I can guide him inside me.

Gulping, he looks back up at me, meeting my gaze. I nod slightly and he enters my heat, sliding into me fully.

A sigh of unbelievable pleasure leaves my mouth as I throw my head back, adjusting to his size while a slew of curses falls from Rick's mouth, his eyes closed, his expression contorted with pleasure.

"Jesus Christ Cass. You feel so good," Rick groans deeply through his heavy breathing. Adjusting my hips slightly, I sigh with satisfaction.

"I try," I respond smugly with a shrug. Rick looks down at me with exasperation, making my grin grow.

Rick pulls nearly completely out of me before thrusting deep within me. A raw, desperate whimper falls from my lips at the sensation, my eyes fluttering closed as pain mixes with intense pleasure.

"Still... feeling talkative? Cassandra?" Rick questions lowly, his voice tense and on edge yet still teasing me, making me deadpan him.

"Oh shut up. Richard," I snap, pulling his neck down for a desperate kiss, fisting the short hair at the base of his neck. He grins into our kiss as he thrusts into me again, sending waves of pleasure without the pain this time, feeling complete with him inside me.

Finally.

With every thrust, Rick goes deeper, bringing me closer and closer to the edge, the sensations of ecstasy overwhelming me. His hips grind against mine, moving in tantalizing circles, earning a spectrum of desperate sounds from me.

I adjust myself, wrapping my legs around his hips, giving him a new angle that proves very beneficial for the both of us as we both groan deeply.

My hands find anchor on Rick's back, my face scrunching up in pleasure. He pushes me further into the mattress as he fucks me relentlessly, the sensation nearly sending my nerves into overdrive.

I grasp onto Rick's shoulders as he thrusts into me, enjoying the sensation of his back muscles rippling under my hands. I bite my lip, closing my eyes, my head falling back in pleasure.

It's like everything makes sense being here with him. I don't have to pretend or imagine that he's here with me because he is. And it feels fucking incredible.

Rick's thrusts begin to speed up as he presses me deeper and deeper into the bed, each connection of our hips sending more pleasure flowing through my body. The tingling sensations begin to build rampantly and I know I'm close.

"Rick-" I breathe with utter desperation and warning, lust consuming my mind and leaving me incapable of concentrating on anything but the sensations flooding my body.

"Fuck. Come again for me Cass," Rick groans as he gazes down at me, his face contorted with pleasure, sweat collecting at his brow from the intensity of our lovemaking.

His words, alongside one final thrust that hits a specific spot deep inside of me, throw me violently over the edge as my orgasm crashes over me.

Arching my back, I can't help the completely overcome and entirely too-satisfied moan that pushes past my lips, throwing my head back. Rick curses, continuing to thrust into me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm, my abdomen and chest shuddering uncontrollably at the fireworks exploding between my legs, my fingernails clawing down his toned back.

Rick finishes right then, moaning my name deeply into my collarbone as his hips stutter to a stop, breathing heavily. He collapses on the mattress beside me, panting.

"That was..." I trail off between my laborious breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.

"Fucking incredible?" Rick finishes for me, turning his head to look at me, a breathless smile on his face. I grin back at him, laughing lightly in disbelief.

"Yeah, that just about covers it," I admit with a light chuckle, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my skin damp with sweat. Incredible isn't even as I would put it. It was quite literally the best sex I have ever had in my life.

Rick leans over, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. "I'll be right back," he whispers, getting up from the bed, making my brows furrow with confusion as he walks away to his adjoining bathroom. I grin to myself, watching him walk away. He has a cute butt.

Rick returns almost immediately, a small towel in his hand, making a smile of realization pull across my face.

"To clean you off," He explains gently, making me crinkle my brows together in adoration as I watch him come back.

No man has ever done that for me before. Spencer would just leave right after, leaving me to deal with everything alone.

Rick sits down on the edge of the mattress to the right of me, handing me the towel. "Or do you want-" He asks, his gaze darting between my legs.

I grin fondly. "I trust you," I tell him softly, making him smile with a nod, before gently easing the leg closest to him apart so he can clean me off. His hand on my right leg is warm and comforting as he completes this simple act of intimacy, his thumb on my thigh rubbing back and forth absentmindedly.

Once he's done, Rick tosses the towel in the laundry hamper before laying back down on the bed beside me. I inch towards him, snuggling against his warm frame, feeling happiness wash over me as his arm settles around my back, pulling me closer. I can hear his heartbeat still racing in his chest, making me smile to myself.

Contentedness overcomes me at the feeling of our naked bodies touching each other so intimately.

"Tell me this is real. That I'm not dreaming," Rick mumbles, his chest rising and falling underneath my head. One of his hands comes up to gently run through my hair, making love and adoration flower in my chest.

"It's real, I promise," I assure him softly, ginning against his torso, not wanting to be anywhere but here, right in this moment.