A/N: This is a story that started as a simple one shot, but ended up being something a little more. It has the potential to become a Richonne pregnancy fic, but I'm still not sold on turning it into a multi-chapter. We'll see. I do have some other fics in the works, so I'm not making any decisions yet. Let me know what you think. In the meantime, I'm complete trash, so here's a little fluffy smut. I hope you enjoy it.
The stars were bright in the sky. That was one of the things she found comforting about the new world they found themselves living in: the stars. There was no light pollution to compete with the stars for brilliance. They were finally able to shine, uninhibited by artificial competition. Even the half moon seemed to bow to their authority, hiding its blueish glow behind the only cloud in the nighttime sky. It was a beautiful night, the perfect night for a romantic moonlight picnic. Rick had set the whole thing up, with a little help from Carol. They'd made a delightful little meal of rabbit stew, biscuits, and a huge bag of stale M&M's for dessert. Carl even helped out by offering to stay with Judith. Really, he and Judith were staying with Glenn and Maggie for the night, but it was nice of him to offer.
This moonlight picnic was supposed to be a mini vacation. As if it were possible to take a vacation in this world. Michonne was having a hard time believing that she even deserved such a thing. How could she take a vacation when the Saviors were still out there? How could she let her guard down when her friends and family were disappearing right in front of her? A lump suddenly formed in her throat and she swallowed hard to push it down There would be no sad tears, not tonight. Tonight was about turning off their brains. It was about the tiny kisses that Rick was planting on her skin. Tonight was about the stars.
Michonne drew her knees into her chest and leaned into Rick with a contented sigh. "They're beautiful, aren't they?"
"What's that?" He asked between kisses. He sat behind her. She was between his legs, enveloped in his warm embrace. His thumbs drew lazy circles over the soft skin of her inner wrists.
"The stars," she answered quietly, tilting her head to the side, encouraging him to continue his caresses.
"I hadn't really noticed. Been busy..." his words were muffled as he trailed tender kisses along her shoulder, only stopping to tease her with the tip of his nose while he inhaled her scent. "You smell good, what is that?"
She smiled, "Deodorant?" Her voice had a lilt that danced in the subtle breeze. His kisses stopped and she turned around to look at him over her shoulder.
"That's all you?" His question held a hint of a growl which made her pulse jump.
She only shrugged and gave him a coquettish smile. "Just Eau de Michonne."
"You smell great, you taste great," his tongue licked the spot his lips had just touched moments before, "and you feel so damn good."
His fingers danced lightly over the undersides of her breasts and Michonne arched her back slightly, craving more of his touch. "You, Rick Grimes, are so bad."
"Bad," he mumbled against her skin, "what did I do?" He moved his fingers to her nipples, circling the buds through the thin cotton of her t-shirt until they pebbled under his touch.
Michonne let her head fall back against his shoulder with a quiet moan of delight, and gave a silent prayer of thanks to the Gods that she'd had the foresight to go without a bra. His hands were like magic. The softest touch had her melting into him; a deep pool of desire. Sometimes it surprised her how easily he affected her. She had never been the type to behave like a lovestruck teenager. She'd always been the rational one, the one who'd held things together. In her previous relationships, her partners had mostly deferred to her. Which restaurant should we go to, Michonne? What should I get my mother for Christmas, Michonne? She had been the decision maker, not because she had some pressing need to be, but because she most often knew what was best. Her relationship with Rick was a lot like that too. Everyone knew that there wasn't an opinion he valued more than hers, in all matters. Rick had always been able to see, and appreciate, Michonne's more pragmatic tendencies. He understood her. He trusted her. But Rick also trusted himself. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he fought hard to get it, whatever it happened to be. Call it instinct, or intuition; it's what has kept him alive. It's what has kept his children alive. It's what's kept the entire family that has formed around him, alive, and fighting by his side. That spirit, that drive... that's what she'd always loved most about him. Now, she had found something else to love.
His hands were weapons. There was a wound in her thigh that held intimate knowledge of the pain his hands were capable of inflicting. That same thigh, could also tell you a very different story, one of whispers and quivers. In his hands, her body was an instrument, and he, a master musician, composing thrilling melodies that danced across her skin. He was the only man to ever make her fully lose the ability to form rational thoughts. When he touched her, she was left without concern. She was completely at his mercy, and totally willing to submit. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
"Yes, you are very bad," she pouted. "We're supposed to be watching the stars. I thought that's why you brought me over here." The hillside was fairly isolated, considering it was near the intended construction zone for the wall expansion. The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac and had a lovely, and private, backyard. Michonne had been eyeing the house since the plans for the expansion had been proposed, and wondered at Rick's reasoning in choosing this particular location.
He stopped kissing her neck and looked at her with a tilted head and one eyebrow raised in incredulity. "You know damn well why we came over here."
She matched his look with a tilted head and an incredulous eyebrow of her own. "And why is that?" She gave him a knowing smirk.
Rick smiled at her and lowered his head to kiss her softly on the lips. "Because," he explained between kisses, "I want to spend all night making love to you. I want to lick every inch of your delicious skin. I want to finally hear you come," he kissed a path along her jawline and up to her ear, "without worrying about who is going to hear you when you're screaming my name." His eyes met her's with a mischievous smile. "That ain't so bad now, is it?"
"No, Rick. That's not so bad." It was very good, in fact. She just liked to hear him say it, almost as much as she liked to make him wait. "I'm just enjoying being out here." She tilted her head back to the sky. "You know, in all the time we spent out on the road, I don't think I ever really took the time to appreciate the stars."
His thoughtful nod was almost imperceptible, "Yeah, I guess you're right about that." He turned his head to follow her gaze. She missed his lips immediately. "They are beautiful, huh?"
Michonne watched him from over her shoulder. His eyes took on a dreamy far away quality, and she wondered what he was thinking about. She saw his jaw clench and tighten, and her lips twitched with the urge to kiss away his tension. It looked like he was having a hard time turning his brain off too. He was probably thinking about what he'd lost, what they'd all lost.
"Daryl?" She asked.
"Yeah," he said with a heavy sigh.
"You want to talk about it?"
Rick's eyes met hers with a warm gaze and a smile to match. "No, I'm ok," he kissed her nose gently.
"I know," she whispered.
"Because you're ok too, right?"
"Right." A shiver ran up her spine and goosebumps appeared on her skin as a chilly breeze blew through the air. His arms circled her waist and she scooted closer to the warmth his body provided. He rocked her gently in his embrace, the fluid back and forth motion lulling her into a contemplative state. Her mind wandered to that day by the train tracks, after their encounter with the Claimers. That's when it happened. It had been happening for a long time before then, but that's when she'd known for certain. Watching how far he'd go to protect his family had solidified it for her. He was tough, vicious, savage, and sometimes brutal. She'd never forget how badly Carl shook in her arms, how his body was drenched with a cold sweat. It was truly horrifying. But, she understood why Rick did what he did, and she loved him for it. She'd fight just as hard for Carl and Judith now. She would've fought that hard for Andre too.
Michonne shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts and turned her attention back to the sparkling sky. "You know," she said with a smile, "I wanted to be an astronomer when I was a kid."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Well, actually, I wanted to be a writer, but I wanted to be an astronomer first."
"You write?"
"Yeah. Or, I used to. Not professionally, or anything, but I did."
"What kind of stuff did you write?"
Michonne chuckled, "Mostly legal analysis."
"What, were you some kinda lawyer or something?
She nodded. "Constitutional law. Daddy was a judge, and he wanted me to be a judge. I was supposed to want that too."
"But you wanted to write," Rick nodded, catching on.
"But I wanted to write," she confirmed in a voice tinged with the sardonic lilt of dreams deferred. "Love stories, of all things. My father thought I was some kind of art loving, pot smoking, bohemian. Some kind of poet-hippie. Can you imagine? The daughter of two distinguished attorneys, one of them a District Court Judge, writing romance novels? The horror."
Rick gave her a low laugh that rumbled in his chest. "What, like those trashy romance novels my Mama used to read?"
"No," Michonne lightly slapped at his hands that were still on her waist, "not like those trashy romance novels your Mama used to read. I'm talking about epic love stories here. Heartbreaking allegories. Fantastic morality tales. War and sacrifice; like the stories written in the stars."
Rick pulled away from her and looked at her through squinted eyes.
"What?"
He kept his gaze on hers and shook his head. "It's just funny. I'm so in love with you, but I feel like I hardly know who you were... before."
"But you know who I am now." She gave him a chaste kiss.
"Yeah," he tightened his hold on her waist and rested his head on her shoulder, "but I want to know all of you."
Michonne's eyes widened and her stomach flipped with the sensation of tiny butterflies taking flight. She loved when he was like this; all soft and cuddly. He was quite possibly the hardest man she'd ever met, all straight lines and sharp angles. But when he was with her like this he was almost… fluffy. Sometimes it seemed like he was two different people: the savage killer who would literally rip your throat out, and this other man; someone light, and full of hope. Even if he were two different people, she knew and loved both of them equally. She did, however find this newer part of him, this cuddly part of him, to be terribly fascinating.
"I know a little about the stars."
His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, "Oh yeah?"
"Just a little. I taught Carl a little bit when we were out on the road, before we found the prison." He pointed towards Ursa Major, "That's the big dipper, and that's the W. I always forget it's real name," he admitted with a small laugh at himself.
"Cassiopeia."
"That's it, Cassiopeia. Those two, they're always on either side of the Little Dipper, and the North Star is right there." He pointed at Polaris, shining brightly at the tip of the Little Dipper's handle. "If you get lost at night, you just find that star." Rick's voice had taken on a dreamy quality, as if he were suddenly somewhere far away. "My Daddy taught me that."
Michonne stared up at him, again amazed by this other, softer man she was getting to know. His brow was furrowed and a deep crease had formed in his forehead. He looked somewhat pained, and she wondered at it's source. "Were you two close?"
"Me and Pop?" She nodded and Rick inhaled a deep breath, exhaling with a stiff grimace. "Close enough, I guess. I was probably closer to Hershel, to be honest. My daddy was a drunk, and a bigot, so we didn't always see eye to eye." Rick cleared his throat and met her gaze with a sheepish smile. "But, he taught me how to hunt, and he taught me how to find my way home if I ever got lost. So, there's that. He um… he died. Before all this."
"Before. Hmm…" She didn't really know what to say. Before, when someone told you they'd lost a loved one you'd say, I'm sorry for your loss. Now it was almost a good thing that their loved ones had died, before. At least that way, they'd been spared the hell of living with the undead. They wouldn't have to know the world, now. Michonne leaned her head against his shoulder and thought about their lives, before. She'd been a big city lawyer, living the kind of life that her parents could be proud of. He was a small town sheriff's deputy, married to, and raising a family with, his high school sweetheart. With a racist father to boot. Their lives couldn't have been more different. "What do you think we would have looked like, before all this? You know, you and me?"
He leaned into her and kissed her cheek gently, "I think we would have looked a lot like this." His words were a soft whisper against her skin.
Michonne sighed and leaned into him, pressing her face firmly into his lips. "I think you're right."
They sat that way, quietly, with their faces pressed together, for a long time. Michonne let her mind drift to thoughts of the two of them in some kind of an alternate universe. She imagined herself as a famous author, traveling through Georgia on a book tour. He was the recently divorced sheriff's deputy, begrudgingly seeing out his assignment as her security detail. She laughed to herself at the story's premise, very much like the cheesy romance novels Rick's Mama used to read, and nothing at all like the epic love tales she'd first imagined herself writing.
She pointed to Rick's W in the sky, "Did you know that Cassiopeia was an Ethiopian Queen? And that one, the one that kinda looks like a house? That's Cepheus, her King. Although I'm not sure why he's up there, the most interesting thing about him was his beautiful Queen."
"Hmm," Rick scoffed, "I can relate."
"Aww," Michonne turned around slightly in his lap to cup his jaw playfully, "I think you're plenty interesting."
"Thanks, babe." He kissed her firmly on the lips, then turned his gaze back to the sky. "King and Queen, immortalized in the stars," his hands moved under her t-shirt to tease the soft skin along her ribcage, "I think I like that."
Michonne moaned and arched her back, leaning into his touch. "Careful," she warned, "They were placed in the sky as a punishment for their vanity."
"Wait, are you insinuating that I'm vain?"
"If any of these thinly veiled references to the two of us as some kind of King and Queen are any indication, then…" she trailed off with a shrug.
His eyebrows shot up into the air as a look of shock formed on his face. "I'm not vain!"
"Ok." A giggle erupted out of her as his fingers tickled the sensitive skin of her waist.
"I'm not. Hell, the only reason I even look in a mirror is because you make me shave at least once a week. Although," He nuzzled his scruffy face into her neck, "I think you secretly like my beard."
Michonne pursed her lips in an attempt to hide the grin that had formed on her face. She did secretly like his beard. She thought the way the salt and pepper stubble framed his face made him look like some kind of cowboy movie star. She would never admit to it though, not after she'd given him such a hard time about it back at the prison. She'd actually been flirting with him back then, she could admit that now. At least to herself, anyway. "I plead the fifth," she said with a chuckle.
"Man, I like it when you talk lawyer to me. It's sexy."
Their lips came together in a soft kiss that quickly escalated into something more, as was often the case with them. Before Michonne knew what was happening, she was on her back with him above her, her fingers tangled in the silky strands of his hair. His lips were plump and soft, and perfect for sucking. She took his bottom lip into her mouth and smiled when he moaned. He repositioned himself so that he was propped up on his elbow next to her, and moved his free hand to undo the button of her pants. "You know, I happen to think you'd be a great queen." He pulled her zipper down and slipped his hand inside her pants, moving past the elastic of her panties, to place one finger on the tiny bundle of nerves that rested there. "And I'd be your King, of course. Alexandria could be our kingdom."
She was already wet for him, she could feel the moisture pooling in her panties. His finger made slow circles on her clit, and she wanted more. She rolled her hips into him, pumping against his hand with greedy thrusts. He stopped his teasing and simply pressed his finger firmly against her button. She groaned and spread her legs wider, "Rick," she whined, "come on."
"Tell me the rest of the story."
She looked into his eyes with disbelief, "Are you serious?" He just tilted his head in that oh so Rick way he had about him, and waited. She sighed and rolled her eyes to herself with a small private smile. They hadn't been doing this dance for very long, but she knew the steps fairly well already. He was taking control. "Ok," she agreed to play his game, she always did. "Where was I?"
"Something about vanity?" He pinched her clit gently between his fingers, "I think the Queen was being punished."
"Right," Michonne whimpered, "of course she was." Rick just grinned at her and wiggled his eyebrows. Michonne raised her hand to brush away a stray curl that had fallen into his face. She trailed her fingertips down his cheek and along the curve of his strong jawline. "Well," she whispered, slightly transfixed by his beauty, "legend says that Poseidon, the God of the sea, placed Cassiopeia in the sky, upside down, to punish her for her arrogance."
Rick's fingers began to rub her clit again. Michonne moaned and rolled her hips against him, "God, I love your hands."
He leaned into her and kissed a path across her collarbone. "I know you do," he whispered.
The mix of the cool evening air and his warm breath against her skin caused her to shiver. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled closer into him. "There you go with that arrogance again," she teased, kissing him softly on top of his head.
"It's not arrogance, it's the truth." His hand moved deeper into her panties, seeking out her warm center. He found her wet and ready to take him. He slipped his long middle finger into her, curving the digit to massage her g-spot. Michonne moaned and moved one hand to cup her own breast, pinching the hardened nipple through her t-shirt. He pressed his flat palm against her clit, and continued to work her with his finger. "I love watching you like this. Pleasure looks good on you."
Michonne groaned at his words and her legs fell open wider, almost involuntarily. She had always enjoyed sex, but sex with Rick was different. With him, she was needy, gluttonous, lustful. "God Rick," she breathed out quietly, "what are you doing to me?"
Their eyes met and the air around them stilled. Michonne watched as Rick's eyes searched her face, what he was looking for she wasn't quite sure. His blue eyes made their way back to her deep brown ones, which were hooded with desire. His finger was still inside of her, slowly stroking, moving her closer to her peak. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Her head rolled back in pleasure. "I'm going to come, Rick."
"Not yet," his voice was soft but firm. "I'm just getting started. I haven't even taken your clothes off yet."
Rick stopped his intimate caress and removed his hand from between her legs. Michonne felt his absence with a palpable ache. He moved between her legs and pulled her tight black pants over her round bottom with a quick yank. He tried to look so calm and collected, but she knew that he was just as turned on as she was. Maybe more. "If my pants are coming off, then your's are too," she wiggled her hips and met his eyes with a lusty stare, "your Majesty."
He scoffed and tossed her pants to the side. Two strong fingers circled her ankle with a firm grip. His eyes were fixed to hers as he lifted one foot in his hands and kissed the inside of her ankle tenderly. "Tell me more about why the Queen needed to be punished."
"Are you going to take off your pants?"
He lifted her leg straight into the air and kissed along the curve of her toned calf, "Finish the story."
"Rick," she moaned, and then gasped when she felt his teeth sink gently into the flesh of her calf muscle.
"Finish the story."
The whispered command danced across her skin and she acquiesced with a groan of frustration. "You're terrible."
"You love it," he kissed her behind her knee. "I'm waiting."
"Um," Michonne swallowed and exhaled a calming breath. Rick was kissing up the inside of her thigh and she was having a hard time concentrating. His mouth was getting closer and closer to her throbbing core. She wanted to grab him by his hair and place him right at her center. Instead she placed her hands in her own hair and searched the recesses of her arousal rattled brain for the plot to a story that was now being used to torture her. "Cassiopeia said the she and her daughter, Andromeda, were more beautiful than the sea nymphs."
"Well, were they?" He looked up at her from between her legs, his mouth just inches away from her sex.
She pushed herself up on her elbows and stared back at him. "Yeah, but that's not really the point. You can't just go around saying things like that," she spread her legs wider in a silent command, "it's rude."
He just stared at her until a small smile formed on one side of his mouth, "I guess you have a point. Keep going." He slowly pushed two fingers inside of her.
Her breath caught in her throat as he massaged her inner walls with his fingers. She pumped her hips at him, all but begging for him to taste her. His fingers were beckoning for her to come, and she had no space left in her brain for storytelling. "I can't."
"Yes, you can." He licked through her wet folds with a flat tongue, moving around her clit, but not touching it, teasing her still, "What happened next?"
Michonne's leg started to shake, and a light sheen of sweat formed on her brow. "You're enjoying this, aren't you."
"Best thing that's happened to me all week," he confirmed with a small laugh.
Michonne exhaled and continued on with her story. "The sea nymphs didn't like it, they told Poseidon. He was sensitive, so he threatened to destroy their land. They decided to sacrifice their daughter to a sea monster."
"Why do I feel like you're skipping over important information here?"
"Only a tiny little bit about Cepheus. I already told you that he's not that interesting." She rolled her hips into him, "Please, Rick."
He smiled and licked his lips, "Well, how can I say no when you ask so nicely?" He lowered his mouth to her wet center and traced his tongue around her clit in small tight circles.
The low groan that passed through her lips surprised them both. To her own ears, she sounded desperate. The woman she was before, even just two years ago, wouldn't recognize the woman she was now. The old Michonne was a lost soul who didn't believe that she deserved happiness, let alone pleasure. This new woman was happiness personified, and had found a pleasure that she hadn't known she'd been missing. Now that she knew, she didn't like being denied.
He still hadn't actually touched her clit, and she was starting to lose her patience. She closed her eyes and tangled her fingers in his hair, using her grip to guide him to where she wanted him. His fingers were still inside of her, firmly pressed against her spot. Michonne was so aroused, she was sure that she would explode the moment he touched her clit. He moved his mouth away from her wetness and she looked down at him with confusion in her eyes.
"So did they do it? Did they sacrifice her?" He wasn't done playing the game. His voice was quiet, she barely heard the question. But she felt it; his lips brushed against hers when he spoke.
"They tried," her whole body was trembling with need, "they chained her to a cliff and left her there for the sea monster to take."
"Wow," he said. "That's a shitty story, Michonne."
"It's a beautiful story. Andromeda doesn't die, Perseus saves her."
His eyes clouded for a second, as if he were thinking, and then a huge smile lit up his face. "I know this story! It's that movie, Clash of the Titans. With Laurence Olivier and Henry something..." he trailed off, searching for the actor's name.
"Harry Hamlin," Michonne supplied.
"Yes," he exclaimed, "that guy! I loved that movie."
Michonne looked down at him and couldn't help the smile that took over her face. This was not the same man who pulled up to the gates of Alexandria in that beat up Buick; skeptical and broken. This man was confident and strong. It made her heart expand in her chest, and took her breath away. She felt herself growing wetter and clenched her walls around his fingers that were still nestled inside of her. She wanted him more in that moment than she ever had before. "Rick," she purred, "stop talking now. Please?" Michonne tightened her grip in his hair and bucked her hips against him.
"Yes, my love," he said with a rakish smile.
He lowered his head and took her tiny bud into his mouth with a gentle sucking motion. Michonne's head fell back against the ground with a quiet thud as a deep groan erupted from her throat. "Yes," was all she could manage to choke out, as Rick worked his fingers on her g-spot. He licked her greedily, with a reverence that almost felt like worship. Her eyes were closed, but she could still see stars. They danced behind her eyelids with every stroke of his tongue. She could feel her orgasm building in her core, filling her whole body with heat. "Rick, I'm going to come."
"Do it," he muttered against her heated flesh.
He sucked her clit harder, pushing her higher towards her peak. Michonne held her breath, her muscles tightening with anticipation as she prepared to fall. "Rick," she moaned his name and then let go, plummeting into a deep ocean of warmth, as waves of pleasure washed over her. He continued to gently lap at her until she pushed his head away, too sensitive to take anymore of his attention. She barely registered the sound of his belt buckle being undone and clothing hitting the ground, before he was naked on top of her; his stiff erection hot against her skin.
"Take off your shirt," he commanded, tugging at the thin fabric.
"I can't," she said through labored breath, "I can't feel my arms."
Rick laughed and removed the offending garment, then palmed her full breasts with calloused hands. He took one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the stiffened peak before moving on to the next.
Michonne reached between them to grab his hard length with a shaky hand. The silky thickness pulsed in her hand and a small drop of liquid pooled at the tip. She could feel his heart beating, the rapid pace thumping out a rhythm that matched her own. The weight of his naked body stole her breath, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer. She ran the head of his cock through her slick folds and around her clit, coating him in her juices.
"You're so wet," he groaned in her ear.
He entered her slowly, his breath leaving his body with a long hiss. He pulled out quickly, only to sink back into her just as slowly as before. Her hands moved to cup the firm globes of his ass. She could feel his muscles contracting as he thrust into her. She kneaded his flesh, digging her fingers into him with a force that was certain to leave bruises. "Harder," she panted.
He grabbed the back of her thigh and hoisted her leg over his hip. "Is this what you want?" The slight change in position made his cock go deeper than before and she moaned when he hit her spot.
"Oh God, yes." Rick increased his pace and slammed into her. A warmth formed at the base of her stomach that quickly spread through her body and made her skin tingle. Every thrust made the flames inside of her burn hotter, until she was sure that the fire would consume her. "Please Rick," she begged, not quite sure what she was begging for.
But he knew. He reached between them and pressed his fingers against her swollen nub. "My beautiful Queen," his lips traveled along the column of her slender neck and coated her skin with hot, wet kisses, "come for me."
Her orgasm exploded like a bomb in her core and billowed out, filling every part of her with heat. She cried out his name with a broken sob that almost felt painful in her dry throat. Their lips came together in a kiss that held a hint of her musk in its sweetness. She kissed him with ardor, sliding her tongue against his with long, slow strokes. His hips were still pumping into her, the rhythm he'd set becoming slightly more erratic as he neared his completion. He thrust into her twice, then grunted her name as he emptied himself inside of her in hot, long spurts.
He rolled off of her and snuggled in tight behind her sweat soaked body. The coarse hair of his beard tickled the sensitive skin of her shoulder. She shivered and he wrapped his arms tighter around her. The muscles in her stomach danced as his fingers traced light patterns against her belly button. She leaned into the solid wall of his chest and relished in the security of his arms. As much as she enjoyed having sex with Rick, it was the moments after sex that were her favorite. Being with him, like this, was a precious gift, one that she intended to cherish for as long as this world allowed her to.
"I can't believe you liked Clash of the Titans." His can't sounded like caint and Michonne giggled to herself. His southern twang was always more pronounced after an orgasm."Do you know how hard I resisted making a joke about unleashing the Kraken?" The quiet question was followed by a soft shoulder kiss.
"Thank you for your restraint," she said with a small laugh. "Did you know that the movie isn't technically accurate? The Kraken isn't a monster from Greek lore, it's actually a Norse sea monster."
"You're such a smarty pants."
"Yeah," she agreed, "I was always being made fun of for having my nose in a book." Michonne let her mind drift back to her days in preparatory schools. She thought of the of plaid skirts and pep rallies and wondered if Judith would ever get to experience a life like that. Maybe it was better that she wouldn't. "My parents spent a lot of money on my smarty pants education."
"What happened to them?"
"Who, my parents? Or Andromeda and Perseus?" She asked through a small yawn. She was avoiding the question, they both knew it.
"Both, I guess." He was giving her an out. They both knew that too.
"My parents died. Mom, before; Dad, after." The answer she gave sounded curt, even to her own ears. The subject of her life before the turn wasn't something she really enjoyed discussing. She waited to feel the familiar tightening of her chest and the well of tears, those physical signs of her inner turmoil, but nothing came. The pain was still there, but it was less intense. "Maybe someday I'll tell you about them."
"I'd like that." His fingers brushed her skin as he moved her hair away from her neck, clearing the way for his lips. "And what about Perseus and Andromeda?"
"They're right there," she pointed to the sky, "with Cassiopeia and Cepheus. They got married and did the whole King and Queen thing. They had lots of kids and lived happily ever after."
"Hmmm," he exhaled a deep sigh, "sounds nice."
"Really?" She turned around in his embrace to look into his clear blue eyes. "Do you want more kids?"
"I don't know," he answered with raised eyebrows, "I guess I haven't really thought about it. Have you?"
"It's been on my mind," she admitted quietly.
"Really?"
"Well, we're not really doing anything to prevent it." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts into his chest. "We should get condoms." She wrapped her leg around his waist and felt his dick jump between them. She was still wet, and a little tender from their love making, but felt herself getting aroused just the same.
He kissed her lips softly. "What if I don't want to use condoms?"
"Then you better start pulling out. I can't exactly go and get a birth control prescription." His hand moved between them as he repositioned himself, now fully erect, at her entrance.
"What if I don't want to pull out?" He slipped inside of her easily, moving his hips in slow shallow thrusts.
"Well then, I guess you'd better get ready to hear another little one calling you Daddy," she said, looking into his eyes with a shy smile. His piercing blues searched her face again. She felt her cheeks warm under his gaze. "I don't know if we're ready for that," she admitted.
Rick climbed on top of her and deepened his thrusts, "But maybe someday?"
"Is that what you want?"
"I think we'd make a cute baby." He emphasised his point with a deep thrust of his hips, which made her moan.
Michonne's mind conjured an image of a little brown skinned girl with big brown eyes, and soft tufts of curly hair. "It would be nice for Judith to have a sibling closer to her own age," she reasoned. "I bet she'd be stubborn, like you."
"She?" Rick questioned.
Michonne just shrugged one shoulder.
He nodded his head and rolled his hips into hers again. "She'd be smart, like you." He kissed her neck. "And she'd have your eyes."
"And your smile."
"No, yours." His movements stopped and he looked into her eyes. "I love your smile. You have the most beautiful smile." He kissed her lips lightly.
Michonne sighed deeply and wrapped her legs around the beautiful man above her. She could feel his hard length pulsing inside of her. He was so alive, and virile. His taut body vibrated with an energy that crackled in the little air that existed between them. Their spark was too real to be ignored. Of course she would have his child. It just made sense. "So, someday?"
"Someday," he agreed with a peck to her flushed cheek.
"And you'll start pulling out?" She raised one eyebrow at him and pursed her lips in feigned derision.
He gave her a lascivious grin, "I'll try." He drove his hips into hers with a slow, deep thrust.
"Rick," she exclaimed; both because of his joking, and because of the delicious way he was filling her.
"Okay," he agreed with a begrudging groan, "I'll start pulling out." He wrapped his arms around her and cradled the back of her head in his hands. His nose traced the path of her hairline. She could feel his hot breath next to her ear. He wasn't even thrusting then, just slowly moving his hips from side to side, making certain to hit her clit with just the right amount of pressure to leave her wanting more. "What if you're already pregnant? We've been going at it like rabbits." He brought his gaze to hers with a shy smile, "It's not impossible."
"Then we'll figure it out. I'm still with you Rick. I'm not going anywhere."
He smiled and kissed her softly, "Yeah, I know."
It wasn't arrogance, it was just the truth.
That's it. Thanks for reading (and reviewing.) I've been getting some really great feedback, and do appreciate it. This fandom is so great. I love you all! Until next time, keep calm and Richonne on!