"Rick, we've been here for three days and we haven't left this room."

"I don't see the problem Michonne."

"Oh I'm not complaining, but we flew all the way out here and I think we should at least explore the island. People are gonna want to see pictures."

"It's cold outside." Rick whined

"It's not cold Rick. It's in the 60's. That's average for April."

"Anything that involves us wearing clothes not wrapped around each other, out of this bed, is too cold."

"Okay, I'll tell you what. Tomorrow we're getting out of this villa and we're going sight seeing. We're gonna take a bunch of pictures and eat something other than room service. Okay? Then we'll have six days left to be in wrapped up around each other."

"Fine. Just one day."

"And I want to wear at least 1 of the bikinis I packed." She watched Rick's eyebrows rise.

"Oh yeah?"

"We've got our own honeymoon villa with a private balcony pool. It's heated Rick."

"So you won't be too cold if I take the bikini off while we're in there?" He asked her.

"Not if you're getting me all hot."

The morning after their wedding, Rick and Michonne flew to Greece for their honeymoon. The flight was long and they were thankful to be able to rest while in the air, catch their breaths and be alone even if they were on a plane full of strangers. Rick was secretive about where they would be staying for the 10 day vacation, and Michonne was instantly in awe once she saw the honeymoon villa. The crisp white interior and cozy king sized bed. There was a private pool on the balcony that had a breathtaking view of the sea. She thanked Rick for his impeccable taste while she was on her knees and he was in her mouth, his welcome flowed smoothly down her throat.

Now they were three days in, and just watched the sunset from their bed and were waiting for room service. Once they heard the knock on the door, Rick went to answer it. He hated to put on clothes, but he needed to feed his wife and his body needed more fuel than the juices that he had been devouring from Michonne's body. She watched him walk over to the end of the bed and pull on the pajama pants that had been there since some time the day before. He grabbed money from the table for a tip and went to open the door. He came back with a cart full of food. Greek salad for her, burger for him, a bunch of fruit and a couple slices of baklava cheesecake. Michonne was already sitting at the table wearing her new bridal robe that was white and all lace. Rick loved that he could see through the lace because he hated to see her in clothes on their honeymoon.

"That smells good." Michonne said as Rick moved the food from the cart to the table. "I think I want dessert first. That's cheesecake right?"

"It is. There's two pieces so you can eat this one now and save the other one for later." He put a fork to her lips that was full of the delectable dessert. He watched her smile at the taste and lick her lips to any remnants that had fallen on them. "Let's hurry and eat so we can get back in the bed."

"We're gonna let our food settle and then we'll get back in the bed."

"Yes. Mrs. Grimes. You want a bite of my burger?" He already knew the answer was yes but he wanted to ask her so she wouldn't have to.

"Rick." She said as she finished chewing the bite of burger and swallowing. Rick looked at her with questioning eyes. "The dream that I had about our future, our family; I never asked you what you wanted. Everything about us is just so easy and simple and I'm not trying to mess that up, but I don't want you to do something just because I want it."

"Michonne. I thought you knew me better than that. When have I ever done anything that I didn't want to do?"

"You moved in with me. You didn't want to do that."

"Not at first. If I had met you and you looked like my elementary lunch lady, I wouldn't have done it. But those eyes of yours, those lips and that ass was enough to convince me to take a chance."

"So 4 kids doesn't scare you? We were both only children. I have no clue about what a big family is like. My mom was an only child and my dad left before I was even born. We're gonna be outnumbered. Does that worry you?"

"I've always wanted a big family. My parents did too; they just got dealt a bad hand when they couldn't have anymore kids. We're a team remember. Team Grimes. We can do anything as long as we work together. Besides when the time comes, we're the adults and they're the kids."

"Well I threw my pills away a week ago."

"Then let's get back in the bed then, I've got work to do."

"Not yet Rick. Our food is still settling. And you're okay with me working from home?"

"I'm okay as long as you are. I'm happy that you don't have to drive into the city everyday. If you decide later that you want to work away from home, I'll support that too. As long as you're happy. I said I'd do anything to keep you smiling and I meant that."

"Will you run for sheriff?"

"After we've been in the house for a year I will. Do you think you can handle that, me running and the campaign?"

"I'm sure I can. It sounds exciting. Sheriff Grimes. Do I have to call you sheriff?"

"Only when you're wearing the handcuffs." Michonne bit her bottom lip as her body started to tingle from the memory of what Rick did to her body while her hands were bound behind her in the metal cuffs.

"I'll have to remember that."

"Can we get back in the bed now?" He asked as he started to clear the food from the table.

"No. Let's try out that tub. Then I've got 10 days worth of lingerie that I haven't worn yet since you insist on us being naked all the time."

"It's my favorite outfit of yours. So you gonna model all your lingerie for me?"

"Not all of them. I'll show you three."

"Two."

"Okay. I'll let you pick which two you want to see tonight and I'll go run the water."

Rick rummaged through the suitcase full of lace, satin; bows and what he presumed were strings. Once he made his choice it laid them on the bed and went to join Michonne in the bathroom. He walked in to see a two person tub almost overflowing with white bubbles. Michonne had lit candles and dimmed the lights and the closer he got to her the more her eyes sparkled. She started to untie her robe and was stopped by Rick's hands on her hips.

"Did you pick out something that you liked?"

"I did." He slipped her robe off of her shoulders and watched it float to the floor. "I really hate to cover all this up though." His hands ran from her waist up to cup her breasts and then around to palm her ass.

"Well I know what I packed and there's not enough fabric to cover too much." She squealed as he lifted her up and placed her in the tub with a splash. "Get those pants off and get in here with your wife." Rick's pants were off in one swift tug. Once he was in the water she lowered herself down settling her back to his chest letting the warm water soothe and relax her muscles. "Mmmmm this water feels good. Who knew you could still make me sore?"

Rick rubbed his hands along her legs. "I made your legs sore?"

"Among other things."

"Sorry bout that. I'll kiss it better later."

"No need to apologize. I'm not complaining at all. I'm just surprised that you still have that much of an effect on me. It's a good thing though."

"How?"

"We haven't gotten... ordinary or routine. We're comfortable enough with each other to try and find how much each other can take and trust each other well enough to know that only pleasure can come of it. Like when you pulled my hair for the first time."

"You liked that?"

"I didn't think it would be something I'd be into, but because it was you, I really liked it. You couldn't tell?"

"I could tell. I could feel it. I don't think I was trying to at first. I was just trying to hold on to something, keep myself from crumbling. You've got that effect on me sometimes. And I aim to keep you smiling, but not if you're having a hard time walking because of it."

"Walking is overrated when you've spent most of your time in bed." She laughed as he squeezed her legs. "We are getting out of here tomorrow. I'll walk the soreness out."

"I'm still gonna kiss it better."

"I won't stop you. Our bubbles are dissolving and our fingers are starting to prune. We should get out now." She moved to her knees and turned to face Rick. His eyes scanned her body as the drops of water slid down her skin. Droplets of water pooling onto her nipples before landing back into the tub. He licked his lips and exhaled. His hands grabbed both sides of her waist and his thumbs made circles around her belly button.

"Yeah, let's get out." He held on to her to steady her as she stood up. Her new position had him eye level with her pussy. He looked up at her and smiled.

"I've got lingerie to model for you. You picked two right?"

"Let's just do one." She watched as his eyes zeroed in on the area where her upper thighs meet. His head moved closer and he nuzzled his nose against her. Instinctively her hands grabbed his soft curls on the top of his head, her knees felt weak when she felt the warm wetness of his tongue wiggle its way to her clit.

"Ohh one is fine." She said breathlessly. Rick looked up at her again. Mesmerized by the sight of her closed eyes and pouting lips. He stopped suddenly to her disappointment.

"Let's go with none." He stood up and stepped onto the white bath rug on the floor lifting Michonne out afterwards. He didn't bother with towels not wanting to waste time drying off. He had his wife in the bed with his face between her legs before she could fake a protest.

"Rick! Ohh god. Shit!" She used her hand on the back of his head to help his tongue go deeper inside her. "Right there!" His thumb on her clit had her whimpering and panting. "Oh god. Rick! Rick!" She gripped the sheets as her orgasm crippled her body leaving her unable to scream as she could barely breath she could only ride it out, allowing the waves of ecstasy to wash over her body.

When morning came Rick and Michonne ate breakfast and got dressed. Rick reluctantly dressed already missing the cozy bed and Michonne naked beside him in it.

"Come on Rick. We have to get out of here. It'll only be a few hours. Stop being such a baby." She kissed him on the lips and smoothed his shirt over his chest. "We need to turn our phones back on. We told everyone no contact for three days and we're on day four. I'm almost afraid to do it now." She watched Rick dig in his bag and pull out both of their phones. He powered them on and they waited as all the messages were alerted. "Check yours first."

"Just a hey from Shane and a hello from my mama."

"That's it?" She picked up her phone and saw she had just a few texts but over 30 voicemails. "Really?" She played all the messages on speaker and Rick watched her roll her eyes as Andrea asked if they had joined the mile high club. Michonne laughed as Rick mouthed three times while holding up three fingers. Ms. Evelyn called and asked how the flight was and if they were having a good time. She also asked for pictures and told them to enjoy their time enjoying each other. There were more from Andrea and a couple from Maggie. Mostly just their friends being nosy and letting them know to have fun. "That wasn't so bad." She slipped her phone in her bag before slipping it over her shoulder. "Let's go."

They left the villa for the first time since arriving three days earlier. Michonne lead Rick through the many maze like steps of the island city. Stopping in a few shops and talking with some of the store owners who were intrigued with the blue eyed American man with the interesting accent who's beautiful wife had gorgeous brown skin and exotic rope like hair. Michonne was okay with granting their request to touch her locs, but Rick politely declined for her, not wanting strangers touching her in any way. They had a nice seafood lunch at a small eatery that overlooked the water and the beach below. After they were done eating they caught a bus to the beach where Michonne convinced Rick to let his toes touch the sand.

"I still can't believe you snuck those boots past me. I must have been half asleep when you put them on. Doesn't the sand feel good on your feet?" She asked him as they held hands while walking barefoot along the shoreline.

"It feels sandy. I'm only doing this for you." He let go of her hand and walked over and picked up a stick that was laying on the beach. He looked at her and then started to write M&R surrounded by a heart with the stick he picked up. "Only for you."

"Such a romantic." She kissed him, loving that the sweet things were only reserved for her. She pulled out her phone to take a picture of his artwork and to snap a selfie of the two of them with the sea as their background. "Come on, you can put your boots back on we've got more things to see."

They explored more of the island and did more shopping. Rick was starting to get antsy, ready to be back in their villa. Watching his wife walk up all those steps in front of him was doing something to him. The dress she wore swayed with every step she took. He couldn't remember if he saw her put panties on earlier or not and he couldn't tell from his position behind her. As they continued making their way through the maze of steps Rick remembered seeing a few hidden crevices down some of the small alleyways. And as luck would have it, there was one directly to his left. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hidden space dropping her bags to the ground and pinning her hands above her head against the cool white surface of the wall.

"Rick. What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to find out something." He kissed her neck and ran his tongue along her throat. With one hand he kept her hands pinned above her head. He moved his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. His free hand slipped under her dress to get the answer to the question that had been racking his brain. His fingers met her warm flesh and he smiled against her lips.

"What did you find out?"

"That there's nothing in the way of what I want right now." His nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and had them pulled down with ease. He released her hands and hoisted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he was quickly inside her warm wet home that he yearned so much for.

"Fuck!" Michonne moaned out loudly.

"Shh. You gotta be quiet. Shit." He whispered.

"Rick." She was thankful for the wall her back was being held up by as well as her husband's strong arms because his stroke plus the position had her nearly melting to the ground. "There. Right there." Rick was lost in the hold Michonne's eyes had on him. He started to feel her tighten around him a clue that she was close. "Rick." She held her breath and he found just enough room to plunge deeper within her. She opened her mouth to moan and Rick used his mouth to muffle the sound knowing the look she had on her face meant she couldn't be quiet. "Mmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm!" She shattered and was even more thankful for his strong arms at that moment. She felt him tighten his grip around her waist as he erupted seconds later. He held her against the wall, his face resting in the crook of her neck. "Rick. You're so impatient." She whispered out running her hands through his hair.

"I'm blaming you and your lack of undergarments. You're a tease." He laughed against her skin as he withdrew himself and set her unsteady feet on the ground. He tucked himself back into his jeans and buttoned back up. She leaned up to kiss him once more before they continued their journey back to the villa.

"Let's go." He bent down and grabbed all their bags. "I guess I need to call and book a massage for you tomorrow, you know you're gonna need one after all that."

"I don't want some stranger rubbing all on me. You can just sit on my back like last time." She looked back at him and smiled. "Besides you said we can stay in bed the rest of the week."

"Yes I did. I guess I'll just have to put my masseuse hat on."

"As long as that's all you're wearing. Clothes come off when we walk through the door."

"Yes sir."

"I kinda like when you call me sir. You gonna do that more often?"

"Only if you make me."