Her foot tapped on the wooden slabs nervously as her bottom balanced on the edge of their front porch's loveseat. His gravelly voice carried over the staticky walkie-talkie, informing her he would be home soon. So she waited. She was not sure if it would be ten minutes or five hours but she was not going to miss seeing him coming through those gates for anything in the world.
Finally she heard the screeching of Alexandria's gates rolling back. Without thinking she stood, her feet carried her slowly down the steps. She was sure it was him, but it easily could have been someone else dropping off supplies. Her breath caught when she finally saw him step out off the passenger side of the same car he had left in. His hair was full of dirt, his clothes were torn all over, but he was back in one piece. She was beyond thankful.
Reminders of him were planted all throughout Alexandria. The main gates, where he gave his trust over to her, agreeing to make it their new home. The couch, where for weeks on end they would talk about their days and on one perfect night they finally shared their first kiss. The scratches on the bedroom floor, from the bed sliding wildly across the hardwood floors as they made love for the first time.
His pace picked up, his bow legs carried him directly to her. Her hands began to tremble, not from fear but excitement. She missed the feel of those silky curls through her fingers. His intense stare lured her closer and closer until she realized she was running towards him. When she was close enough she leaped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his torso like a snake to its prey. She wasted no time feasting on him.
She dipped her tongue into his mouth, a low moan travelling from her throat to his. His large hands grasped her back, pulling her tighter onto his chest. Satisfied with his sweet taste, she came up for air, lifting her head to gaze at his gorgeous face. "Michonne baby, I missed you so much."
Michonne had to practice restraint once they entered the house. She gave Rick space to greet their children. This time Rick did not make Michonne wait much longer. The minute he entered their bedroom his hands were all over her. Somehow she was able to get the shower running and their clothes all but disappeared. The weight of her drenched locs tilted her head further back as Rick sucked at the tender flesh of her neck. Michonne's chest heaved up and down while Rick's hands traveled down her body with familiarity.
He was so attentive. She thought that after several weeks of him being on the road he deserved the special treatment, but it was clear he was ready to give her what she needed without argument. Her thighs fell open with ease as Rick pressed his slick body closer to her warm abyss. "Rick," she gasped feeling his thick length pushing past her lips into her tight canal.
His hand found the nape of her neck, and the other wrapped around lower back, hoisting her up against the wall so he could slide in and out of her with ease. The shower continued to pour over them, cooling down the two scorching bodies that threatened to combust. Rick took her to her edge several times, and their bodies grew weak early into the next morning. He knew he could not make up for the lost time, but he damn sure was going to try.