Part of the Dirty Questions series from WTOWW

Question: What do my lips taste like?

"Where's this place again?"

"Downtown Rick. I already told you that they live in one of those big high rises down there."

"Wait a minute. Who's throwing this party?"

"It's not a party." Michonne shyly looked at Rick, knowing she had purposely left out the who when she told him they had somewhere to be that night.

"Who's throwing it, Michonne."

"The Hendersons." She answered barely above a whisper knowing Rick would rather lick his own boots clean than spend an evening with the Hendersons. She waited for her husband's reaction as she stood beside the bed putting her feet into her burgandy colored suede pumps.

"Henderson? As in Tommy and Regina?" Rick blew out a breath and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling.

"Yes."

"The ones from a few months back?" Michonne nodded her head in the affirmative and then watched Rick's hand raise to his tie to loosen it. "I wish I had know that before I got all dressed up." Michonne hurried to him to stop him from getting undressed.

"Don't be like that Rick. They're really nice people and I already told them that we'd be there." She tightened his tie back and smoothed it out against his chest. He held her by the waist and started to run his hands up and down her slate colored off the shoulder dress, that matched perfectly with his navy suit.

"I hate the food they serve Michonne."

"What's wrong with the food Rick?" She stood in front of the dresser and picked up her necklace, handing it to him and then turned around so he could clasp it around her neck.

"There's no flavor to it. Everything is gluten free, sugar free, locally sourced, organic cardboard."

"Rick the food wasn't that bad last time."

"It wasn't that good Michonne." He watched her as she looked in the mirror and checked her makeup, before she picked up the shiny gold cylinder that held her lipstick.

"They just like their healthy foods. She turned to him and asked. "What do you want the food to taste like?" She pulled the top off the lipstick and faced the mirror on the dresser, slowly turning the base to bring up the red currant shade before sweeping it across her bottom lip and then her top one. She pressed her lips together to smooth out the layer of color and then opened her mouth with a pop. "Rick?" He had fallen into a trance watching her cover those luscious lips of hers, he had forgotten that she had asked him a question just moments earlier. "What do want the food to taste like?" She repeated.

"Um… maybe." He shook his head trying to come out of his fog. He found her eyes in the mirror and tried not to stare at her lips so he could concentrate on what he wanted to say. "More like your lips." In the mirror he saw her as she thought about his answer and she smiled.

"And what do my lips taste like?"

"Hmm… well, if you'd of asked me yesterday I'd say those chocolate chip brownies you make."

"Brownies?" Her eyebrows rose wondering how he came up with that answer.

"Yeah." He leaned against the dresser and placed his right hand in his pocket. "You wore that brown color yesterday."

"It's nude."

"Whatever." He shrugged. "It just reminded me of one day last month when you were making those brownies and you dipped your finger in the batter to taste it."

"You were watching me?"

"I tend to do that sometimes." He blushed slightly. "But this time I was just walking in to get some water and I caught you tasting it. You had your finger in your mouth and you were sucking the batter off of it." He paused to collect his thoughts. "When I kissed you a few minutes later, your lips tasted really sweet, like the brownies."

"Rick…"

"And then there's this red you have on right now." He stepped closer to her, taking his hand out of his pocket. "It looks like the cherries that you like to put on top of your ice cream sundaes."

"I love cherries." She whispered.

"I love tasting cherries off your lips. And that's what this lipstick makes me think of." He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, smearing the shade along his skin.

"We're gonna be late Rick."

"We are." He agreed as he started to remove his suit jacket.