Summary: Rick and Michonne discuss their numbers. Poem is mine, inspired by Richonne for Richonne ;)

What Is the Meaning

What is the true meaning of salvation?

Can I find it in your eyes?

In your smile?

Is my salvation in your heart?

And what of the meaning of Love?

Can I feel it in your touch?

Taste its nectar on your lips?

Can I be loved wholly by your soul?

And what of contentment?

Shall I feel it when I hold your hand?

Shall I feel it when you lay next to me and

Hold me close?

When you whisper, "Goodnight"?

I can say I've found these things and more

The day I found you.

Rick collapsed backwards onto the pillow, still gripping the backs of Michonne's thighs, body sheened with sweat, panting heavily. Exhausted and sated, without having much strength left, he took her hand and gently spun her around, pulling her upward towards him. She collapsed on his chest with a satisfied sigh.

"That...was new," he said, hand dropping down to cup her left cheek, giving it a squeeze.

"It was," she agreed, tracing invisible patterns on his chest. "...did you like it?"

"Oh sweetie, I loved it," he said, subconsciously licking his lips, still tasting her. "Didn't you?"

She nodded. "I did."

"It wasn't planned, I swear," he said. "I just...you were so close...and I love doing that to you. Felt natural just to pull you over."

"It's okay. I have no complaints." She gave a kiss to his left peck. "Still, not as big of a deal I thought it'd be. As far as kink goes, it's not high, considering. You're just simultaneously giving and receiving," she mused.

"Made it more intense, I think. Or at least, I was trying like hell to focus."

Michonne chuckled. Then, "So...you've never done that before?"

"Nah."

"None of your lovers wanted to try that? Really?" she asked, incredulous.

It was then that Rick laughed, gazing down at her lovely face. "Just how many lovers do you suppose I've had?"

"Oh...I don't know. I don't want to guess that," she said, shaking her head.

"Come on. Take a guess," he prodded, smiling.

"Well, you were married to your high school sweetheart, so that cuts the list down tremendously. Still...a dozen or so?"

"Hmph," Rick grunted, neither affirming or denying her guess. "What about you?"

"And I officially don't want to play this game," she said, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

"Come on, we tell each other everythang."

Michonne sighed, looking away from him, debating with herself. "All right...as you know, I wasn't married, but, I was with my son's father for quite awhile. Almost six years. But before.." She sighed, fingers mussing his curls. "You'dmakefour," she mumbled.

"I'm number four?" he joked. She slapped his chest.

"No. You are not a number, Rick. And you didn't give an answer. You are not getting out of this. Was it much higher? Did you live it up before settling down?" she asked, her tone teasing.

Rick looked at her, a dreamy smile on his face as he shook his head, "no." "You've got me two to one, darling."

Michonne's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Not that you're a number, but, officially, you'd be 'two,'" he said with a smirk and a roll of his eyes.

Michonne sat up, starring at him for a long while.

"What?" he asked.

She leaned down, kissing him gently, her hair brushing his flushed skin.

"Rick Grimes...you are sweet. Kind. Loyal. I know you were married, but more than that, you never struck me as the rolling stone type."

"Huh."

"Am I wrong?" she challenged.

"No. You're not," he said softly, taking her hand.

"Okay. What would you say about me?"

"Now that feels like a trap," he joked.

Michonne then rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Tell me."

He looked at her, smiling, absentmindedly caressing her arm. "You're a romantic. Cautious, but loving, once you open your heart. You weather storms better than anyone. It's a big part of the reason why I love you."

Michonne gave him a smile at that. "Love...I think I've got you beat two to one on that, too."

Rick smiled back at her. "Let's call it a draw."