A prompt from the request; "(so we all know Rick's head is shaved in the comics.) Rick asks Michonne to shave off all of his hair... but she can't bare to part with his curls and they end up fucking in a chair in bathroom."


He felt her presence long before he saw her. That warm familiar feeling stirred and settled in his belly and coaxed him to hasten his step, his boots sounding up the stairs like a countdown to victory.

" 'Chonne? , " he called out before he even opened the door, and he found the love of his life curled up in bed, already showered and fresh, snug beneath their gray comforter in her favorite orange tank. The color popped against her regal skin and as his eyes traveled, he knew that beneath those very blankets surrounding her, she wore only panties. The prettiest of panties. Kinds he caught peeks of occasionally, even before they were together. She lay peering down her nose at a thick, blood-colored book, her lips pouted as she read. She lifted her gaze and blinked up at him, curly lashes flittering. She smiled and his stomach fluttered. Rick wondered if she would always have this affect on him. He'd had this reaction to her smile for years now and already he wanted to see the dazzle of it again, to urge another from her...

But he feared his next statement would not bring one.

" Hey, " she said, closing her book and setting it aside, " You're back early, " and her voice was music to his ears. Rick smiled down at her, turning a little to sit on the edge of their bed with her. He'd missed her during his short trip with Aaron to scout for Savior posts and watchpoints; placing to pick them off and take them out. Rick loved to come home and push those things from his mind and Michonne was his safe haven. She made the world a better place to live in, just with her company and her support. He leaned over and brought his lips to hers, kissing her softly, lingering much longer than he expected to. She'd brushed her teeth and she tasted like spearmint and something special, something only Michonne could offer, and it never failed to turn him on. A soft little moan escaped him and he pulled back to gaze down at her, his head already swimming.

" Came back early to ask a favor of you actually." And Michonne quirked a brow. " Somethin' I've been thinking about... " She eyed him suspiciously and he smiled, making sure his puppydog eyes were ready if he needed them. " I want you to shave my head. " Michonne's eyes widened and she held up a hand.

" Not gonna happen, Rick. I -. " She paused and Rick eyed her curiously, hoping she was about to admit something she never said aloud. " I really love your hair, " she murmured. She had never said as much, but Rick had always known by the way she touched him there.

" I know, Michonne. I know. But... I'm gettin' older. It's a hassle, it's startin' to gray... and a walker grabbed me by it earlier. Scared the shit outta me... " He watched her expression change before his eyes and he knew she understood. The perils of this world were a serious matter, and they often had to risk luxuries for safety. Perhaps this might have to be another. Michonne nodded but it was her pout and not his that made an appearance. Rick's heart swelled. If there was something he hated the most it was Michonne's dissatisfaction. Maybe he would reconsider...

" Okay. Fine, " she whispered, eyes full of tears. Rick saw her wipe them away and he knew she felt silly by the way she tried to hide her display from him. He wanted to comfort her. " The hair trimmer is under the sink. I'll get it. Grab a chair from downstairs and meet me in the bathroom. " He nodded and stood, watching her leave before he ventured out to find a dining room chair, all the while thinking about how plump and perfect her ass looked in the panties she wore.

The cut was perfect, the color too. A pale cream and faint pink, flowers sprouting on the fabric over her delectable flower, lace decorating her cheeks. He licked his lips and hurried back upstairs, finding her precisely where she said she would be, propped up against the sink, her full lips still in a pout. " Go on. Sit. " The trimmer was plugged in and ready to go and All-Business Michonne had made an appearance, something that happened when things weren't going the way she thought they should. Rick obeyed, picking the chair up and setting it down in the center of their bathroom floor. He sat down and looked up at her, watching as she walked around him and assumed her position in front of him, clippers in hand. Their eyes met in understanding and Rick gazed up at her lovingly, lifting a hand to run his thumb over her cheek.

He swallowed hard, her nearness making him flustered, her choice of attire not relieving him in the slightest. Her nipples were hard beneath her tank top, pebbled from the cold and luring him. His mouth watered for a taste of her under his tongue. He was always craving her; his appetite never sated, his thirst never quenched. He bit his lip and just when he thought there couldn't be anything more teasing than the way her breasts looked, the way they strained against the fabric and called to him- And then her fingers were in his hair, combing out the tangles in his sweaty ringlets, smoothing the knots in his curly nape. He closed his eyes.

God, he loved that feeling; the sensation of her fingers on his scalp, when she caressed him there in the midst of a kiss, when she pulled at him there in the chaos of their passionate lovemaking. Such a comfort her hands were there, rubbing away his troubles. He wished he had always known the pleasure of her touch. " Are you okay? From earlier? , " she asked, her voice low. Rick lifted a hand to thread his fingers through his curls, feeling where his scalp was sore from that walker grabbing a fist full of his trendils. He started to worry a little, about even the tiniest of scratches and Michonne was already checking for him. She rounded the chair, ruffling his hair as she moved, her fingers parting sections and ensuring no scratches were hidden. " Nothing, " she breathed, her voice full of relief, and Rick relaxed a bit.

Michonne returned to her desired position in front of him, grabbing the trimmer and straddling Rick's lap. " I haven't done this in a long time, but... front to back, right? "

" Right, " Rick whispered, nodding a bit, his eyes still closed. He reached out and touched her, his hands around the back of her thighs as she hovered over him. She was so warm... He ached to feel the heat of her against him, on top of him. He heard her choke out a breath and swallow hard; he felt her chest heaving with labored breaths. His heart wrenched. She really was upset. And he absolutely hated it when she was her upset.

She flicked the switch on the clippers and the buzzing began, her free hand still twisted in his hair, in her favorite curls; the ones nestled behind his right ear. Rick heard her sniffle and he opened his eyes, looking up at her, his loins suddenly aching as he caught sight of her tear-stained apple cheeks and stunning face. She sank down into his lap, her lips quivering. " I can't. I can't do it. I won't, " she croaked, tugging at his hair, massaging him.

" Then you don't have to. C'mere. " It wasn't a difficult choice; Michonne's happiness meant everything to him. The trimmer fell from her hand, still buzzing as it hit the floor. Rick clutched her face and pulled her to him, their lips meeting fervidly and her moan set his dick harder than marble. Michonne opened her mouth slowly and offered her sweet tongue to him, already grinding herself against him, her warmth snug against his erection, teasing him over his jeans.

He couldn't bear it; being tormented by her, even in the slightest, and above all, he couldn't bear not being in control. But he let her sit atop his lap and kiss him with everything she had, both her hands now in his hair as she clung to him and rubbed her pussy against him, whimpering softly from the pleasure of it. He was burning for her already. Being desired by her was an exhilaration like no other, the highest flattery, one of his greatest accomplishments.

Rick clutched her around her tiny waist, hands traveling to their favorite resting place. He palmed her ass with an eager touch, digging into her panties like a horny teenager, desperate for a feel of her hot skin, of her slick folds, her warm supple ass. His mouth trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, lips closing over every sensitive place he knew would make her shiver. He tongued her collarbone, tasting her, sighing against her skin.

The urge to be buried deep inside her made him act a little primal. He grunted and sought her kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth aggressively when he found her lips again. Dizzy with lust, he reached down between them and began unbuckling his belt. Michonne moved a bit to help, her lips never leaving his, her fingers fumbling with buckles and buttons and zippers until she freed him from his boxers.

Rick hissed at the contact, the feel of her hands wrapped around his cock enough to get him off; something she had proven several times. She stroked him teasingly and Rick growled deep in his chest, the tip of his dick pressed against her soft mound, his precum dampening the outside of her panties. He felt her heat and wetness on the other side and it drove him wild. He wouldn't wait a second longer to have a taste of her. She seemed to sense his urgency; perhaps it was the way he was squeezing her plump ass greedily. Or the way his dick was literally twitching in anticipation.

Michonne let go of him reluctantly and wrapped herself in an embrace to grab the bottom hem of her tank top and she pulled it up swiftly, over her head and tumbling thereafter dreads. She cast it aside on the floor and eyed him seductively as his gaze fell to her breasts. Her hands were already back in his hair again. Rick licked his lips, admiring those dark, pert nipples he loved to feel beneath his keen, eager tongue. He craved the flavor of them, mouth longing to suckle. His fingers found the trim of her panties between her thighs. He pulled the fabric to the side and Michonne lifted her hips, leaning down to kiss him sloppily and breathlessly as he lined himself with her hot, wet entrace.

Inch by inch, he pushed himself inside her, his mouth falling open against hers as her tight, slick walls swallowed him up and wrapped him in their velvet warmth. He groaned loudly, the sound echoing in their bathroom and he swallowed hard, wondering if he'd even last long enough. She was always ready for him and it never failed to excite him. She started to move before he was prepared and immediately his eyes rolled back, hands kneading her ass as she began to ride him.

" Fuck, " he moaned, head falling back a little. Michonne kissed and licked his neck, lifting her hips again and again, bouncing on his length, not wanting to waste time with teasing herself. Her lips travelled up his jawline, kisses planted along his salt-and-pepper beard. He melted, eyes fluttering closed, and he gripped her ass, aiding her ride, lifting her up and then letting her slide back down on his cock, taking him to the hilt and then withdrawing until she hovered over his tip... again... and again... and again.

She reached down, untangling her fingers from his mane to unbutton his dark blue shirt slowly. Each button was a chance to feel her hands on him in so many places it made his head spin. She ran her fingers over his nipples teasingly, and he moaned, closing his eyes as she trailed her hands up his chest and pushed his shirt over his shoulders. Her ride never faltering in rhythm, her multitasking alone enough to turn him on. Christ, she's perfect, he thought. He had to be the luckiest man alive. Or dead.

He would never tire of this, or this woman. His semi-sweet bundle of chocolate perfection. His brave right hand. His queen. He loved her with his every fiber. He knew he'd never get enough of her, in any form, already craving another taste of her kisses. Lifting his mouth to hers again, he captured her pillowy lips with his, heart clenching at the way their moans sounded together; a symphony of ecstasy.

He tightened his hold on her ass as she rode him harder, grinding her clit against the space between the lines of his lean adonis belt, her cheeks jiggling in his hands each time she bounced back up. The grip she had on his hair was causing him the most pleasant kind of pain, one of her hands fisted in his nape, a yank ensuing each time a wave of pleasure too much to bare rushed over her. The other hand cared only to rub and scratch at his back and shoulder, almost too hard.

But he liked it, and he knew she would leave her mark on him, something he also loved, more than he had ever admitted. He swooned, realizing he was drunk from her. He nibbled her plump bottom lip, enjoying the gasp and shiver that came with his bite. Michonne rode him a little harder, whimpering and moaning with elation. He yanked her panties to the side roughly, hearing a little rip in the cotton as he pushed deeper inside her. She did not seem to mind. Her head tilted back, giving him easy access to her throat.

He took advantage and closed his lips over her, sucking her flesh, nibbling at her neck. The affections were making her cream. She felt so fucking good. Making love like this, in the heat of the moment, always made her so wet, and Rick was positive that she was staining the front of his jeans with her sweet juices. Another way of her leaving her mark on him. He groaned. The thought set his dick even harder, his balls tightening with need and he realized how badly he wanted to spill himself inside her. He didn't know how much longer he would last.

She leaned down to kiss him again, her tongue saying a thousand naughty things without her uttering a word. His eyes started rolling and he resisted, longing to look at her while she rode him, claimed him. Without his notice, she had shifted just a little, her feet no longer planted firmly on either side of their creaking chair.

Instead, they were curled up against him, her legs bent at the knee and resting in the chair, her full weight now on his lap, his dick even deeper inside her. He'd been so lost in a trance brought on by her magic, his fingers touching where they became one, where their bodies melded, slick and hot and messy and noisy. He opened his eyes and gazed down at her body, urging a hand away from her ass to stroke her curled toes and sculpted legs. He granted his tongue again and she sucked it into her mouth, like her own personal popsicle, nearly making him whimper.

" Mmm... Rick. " She pulled away to whimper too, louder so when he started to stroke her ass, massaging her soft, silky cheeks. Eyes alight with lustful sparks, tears gone but lips still quivering, she was suddenly teasing him, lifting her hips again and never sinking back down, fucking only the tip of him. Rick tensed, his moans choked out.

" I'm close, I-. " He grunted low in his throat, his drawl deep and gravelly. She was dripping all over him- he could feel the way it trickled down his shaft. She was trying to slow her pace- Rick could tell- and she was tightening around him every time he slipped inside her. He knew her well; she was close. And she was bad. Michonne was doing this on purpose. She sensed his climax too, and just because she got her way, she was going to tease his orgasm from him. He was losing control, trying his hardest not to cum, remembering his promise to at least attempt at pulling out after all those failed attempts and warm, deliciously crude accidents that he knew delighted her, though she never admitted to it.

She always came a little longer when he filled her, got a little wetter... moaned a little louder... And when she looked down at him, he knew she was going to ride them both to the finish.

She deserved a spanking for acting like this, and so he gave her one, swatting her just once and her eyes lit up. It only made her ride him harder, sinking lower and lower onto his cock, goading him on though she knew they were both right on the precipice. Rick had had enough of her teasing. He growled and lowered his head, taking her breast in his mouth before she could even gasp, suckling her nipple, sweeping his tongue over her. She arched her back, head falling, her body limber and poised statuesque as she leaned and he held her ass tight, forcing her hips up and down over his cock. She was trembling and she was even wetter than before- how was it possible? The chair strained and creaked beneath them, but it held him and his love in their frenzied state.

Rick knew that even if it broke, he'd lay right there and fuck her among the shattered wooden pieces of it just to see that look of stunned pleasure on her beautiful face again. She was crying his name so loudly he could hear her over the buzz of the hair trimmer, still plugged in and clattering on the floor. The sound of her euphoric pleasure made his stomach flutter, made his eyes roll back, made him lap unabashedly at her nipple, until she could take no more. And when her body started to ripple, her pussy tightening, weeping, her muscles tensing, her hips trembling, he was done for. If only she had at least let him try to pull out... but as he spilled himself inside her, she sighed his name like a prayer, and she was content at last, tugging at the very curls that led them down this road...