They Planted Their Crop Before They Built Their Fence (the title got cut off so here's the rest)

Rick's back slammed into the wall as Michonne clung to his shirt. The emotions of the past weeks erupted in a cathartic release.

Gripping both sides of her face, he tilted her head and devoured her full lips with precision and purpose. He took his time savoring her, teasing her lips and tongue with skillful strokes of his own.

He kissed her as if she was a delicacy he'd deprived himself of his entire life. She plunged her eager fingers into his curls, gripping them securely. Her tugging caresses sent tingles up his scalp and blood down to his groin.

He moaned, lowering one hand to her thigh. He needed her closer. He pulled her dress up, running his palm up her bare hip. He gripped and tugged her against his body.

She gasped against his lips, clutching his shirt for balance. She felt his arousal through their heated clothes. She couldn't think as he devoured her again. Her world slipped away, disappearing into the foggy background of her desire. Nothing could stop them now.

R-r-rip!

It was unintentional. He'd provoked a surge of passion that turned into a firm tug.

How was she to know that his crisp shirt was flimsily made?

When the small plastic buttons fell to the ground, the world came to a standstill. They stared as one rolled away, landing on its side. He looked up, dark lust obscuring the blue of his irises. Her eyelids fluttered at the intensity, anticipation zinging up her back.

His eyes darted between hers as he released her grip on him. He circled her like a predator cornering his next meal. Her breath grew shallow. She followed him with a side glance as he positioned himself behind her. The thrill of not knowing what he was going to do next was almost too much.

He ran his hands down her arms. Her body shivered. His masculine scent filled her senses. With his breath warming the shell of her ear, he unzipped her tight dress. Goosebumps covered her anxious flesh. Freeing her arms from the straps, he slid it down her generous hips to a pool around her heels. She nearly slid to the floor with it but somehow managed to remain upright, preparing herself for whatever was next.

He sucked back a small smile as he admired her half-naked form from behind. She was shivering, not from a chill but from anticipation. His own anticipation had him licking his lips.

Tonight, they'd step into a world without inhibitions. He'd learn every inch of her. Tonight, she was his.

Sweeping her dreadlocks to the side, he laid sensual kisses across her shoulders, tasting the parts of her that drove him dizzy with desire. His lips traced down the gentle curve of her back. Her scent of warm cocoa butter and soft perfume swirled into his hazy mind as he knelt down.

Gripping her hips for balance, he inclined his mouth to tug at her black lacy panties. When she gave no sound of protest, he released the stretchy material, snapping it against her skin. She gasped as he continued with a smirk, dragging his lips down the generous slope of her ass. He hoped what he did next would draw the same breathy gasps.

Her head felt light. She rested her palms against the wall, steadying herself on her heels. His hot tongue and lips meandered against her skin, making her wonder how much more she could take before she jumped his bones.

He growled. He rose up and sunk his teeth into at her waistband, tugging the lace material down.

More than ready to rid herself of the soaked item, she widened her legs. He released the material from his teeth and dragged it down with his thumbs.

"Take 'em off," he commanded.

Aroused by his aggressive tone, she let him pull off the pile of clothes around her ankles, along with her heels. He grabbed the pile and flung it away. The faint clatter of her stilettos across the tile floor barely registered as she struggled to remain upright. She couldn't focus on anything else but his hands sliding up her naked, smooth legs.

He was in a trance, utterly mesmerized by the beauty in his hands. She was more flawless than he could've ever imagined. She had him salivating. But before they could go any further, she had to face her consequences.

He caressed her cleft with his thumb. "That was my favorite shirt."

She shivered, her hands clawing the wall, preparing for what she was hoping he'd do. He smoothed his hand over one cheek, then…slap!

The pleasure of it took her breath away. The wetness between her legs intensified. She didn't recognize the choked sigh that escaped her mouth. She lost her mind to the lust coursing through her veins.

He rubbed away the faint sting, laying kisses against her tender cheek. She laid her forehead against the wall and moaned, enjoying the rush of sensations. The second time he smacked her was less of a surprise and more of a welcome sting. She groaned, clawing at the wall, startled by how good it felt.

Appreciating the quivering sight, he murmured against her, "Next time, I won't be so nice."

She nearly died at the thought.

Rising from his crouch, his nose slid up her back until it bumped against her bra band. He gave the band a slight tug with his teeth before standing up. He kissed the back of her neck, unhooking her strapless bra and throwing it to the side.

Her aching nipples, hardened by the cool air, sought his attentions. He buried his nose in her hair as his hands slid up her taut stomach. His thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts before sliding up to draw lazy circles around her nipples. A moan escaped her throat. He tweaked them, turning her knees into jelly.

He turned her around. The dangerous look in his eyes with his torn shirt hanging open had her trembling in need.

He laid his hand against her chest, sliding it up to her clavicle. He traced the delicate bone, pushing her against the wall. Drawing close, his lips hovered near hers. His hand continued gliding up her neck, stopping to rub his thumb against her bottom lip. She instinctively opened her mouth and pulled his digit between her teeth. She moaned at the saltiness of his skin.

His lips parted at her boldness. She sucked and gently bit his thumb. Before he exploded in his pants, he pulled it out of her mouth and dragged the slick digit against her bottom lip. He gripped her chin and pulled away, silently demanding her gaze.

"Slow."

Not taking her eyes off of him, she unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. His eyes flitted over her face, taking in every detail. She reached for his waistband and roughly pulled him closer. He rested his hand against the wall to steady himself. She could see his eyelids get heavy as she unclasped his pants. She unzipped them and untucked his shirt. Then she stopped.

He looked delicious, completely disheveled and yearning for her. She wanted him but she wanted him in her bed. If they went any further, they'd never make it past the foyer.

She pulled away and began walking to the stairs. Smiling at him, she lured him in like a naked siren leading a sailor to his demise. He returned her smile, chasing his giggling temptress up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Everything became a blur.

A flurry of his clothes and shoes were strewn about her floor, the sound of frenzied kisses filled the room. She yelped when he picked her up, her thighs straddling his naked waist. Before she had a chance to appreciate the strength of his arms, he tossed her down on the bed. She bounced on the mattress with a squeal. He dragged her legs to the edge before she could catch her breath.

Laying kisses along the inside of her thighs, he kneeled before her. A noise caught in her throat when she realized what he was doing. He looked up at her before pushing her legs up and spreading her thighs further. She gripped the sheets, watching him in fascination. She'd never been with a man so decided on pleasing her. With his eyes locked on her, he gently kissed her trimmed curls, kissing lower until she shuddered.

His thumb dipped between her wet folds. He gently massaged her until he finally inclined his head and dragged his tongue along her sensitive opening. He moaned as if he'd tasted the most exquisite treat. Her head fell back on the mattress, pleasure searing up her body.

Watching her fall apart nearly finished him. His dick was harder than ever, pre-cum beading at his tip. He ran his hand up and down his length, relieving some pressure before forcing his hand away. He couldn't focus on himself, not when he had a goddess in his arms.

Turning his attention back to her, he took his time familiarizing himself with her sweet flower. He traced the intricate design with his hot tongue, pausing to dip into her and appreciate her glorious taste. He spread her wet desire across her folds until she was glistening.

Once she was on the brink of screaming from anticipation, he dove in.

He locked his muscular arms around her thighs and buried his face, releasing loud moans of pleasure. She immediately gripped his hair, a shaky sigh escaping her lungs.

He dug to caress her wet, pink flower, memorizing her with every sensual stroke. He bestowed her with long strokes and swirls, licking her up, down, and in circles, eating her out like a starved man. His tongue leisurely orbited her pearl and he pulled it into his mouth, sensually sucking and caressing it. Her moans were the feedback he needed to give her exactly what she wanted.

Her back arched, her thighs closing around his head. It felt like her soul was being sucked from her body.

"Fuck. Shit," she wailed.

Her fingers dug into his damp curls, urging him on. He adapted to her position, possessively pulling her hips closer to his eager mouth.

A tremor vibrated through her thighs. The heat and sensations built up. He massaged deeper, lapping at a delicious pace, moaning with every taste. Her muscles stiffened. Then he took a long, sensual drink of her.

She came with a choked gasp.

Her legs trembled with every spark that flew from her core. Any other time she would have felt self-conscious but not a single coherent thought passed through her mind as she allowed herself to be carried away.

Her thighs struggled to close shut but he held them in place, his mouth still latched on to her clit, urging more pulsations forth. A breathless shout passed her lips, losing herself in the release of her throbbing core. He lapped at her as she dripped into his eager mouth, immersed in relishing her taste.

The tingling aftereffects reached her damp scalp, flowing down her arms. Breathless, her hips sunk themselves deeper into the mattress, desperate to escape his hungry, glistening lips. But he wasn't done judging by the possessive moans vibrating between her legs.

She gripped his hair, hoping to give him a hint. She was sensitive yet he continued to be lost in his bliss, thirstily drinking every drop of her.

"Rick," she weakly pleaded.

He reluctantly pulled away with a groan. He sloppily kissed the inside of her thigh up to her knee. He did the same with the other, starting at her knee and journeying back to his new favorite place. She caught his face just in time and pulled him up. He picked up on her unspoken request and kissed up her lower abdomen.

He continued his slow journey upward. He tasted her soft skin, appreciating every inch. His lips and nose dragged along the center of her body until he was buried between her breasts. He kissed his way up to her dark, enticing nipples. He rolled his tongue around one before sucking it into his mouth with a moan.

A violent tug of pleasure shot down to her core, pulling a loud sigh from her lips. He sucked and licked until he let it go with a pop. The cool air on her wet nipple hardened it into a stiff bud. He repeated the act a few times before kissing his way to the other, paying it just as much attention. She squirmed with impatience.

She scratched at his firm shoulders, the pleasure he was giving her drawing sighs from her lips. With her body humming and dripping in anticipation, she was ready for him.

Looking wild with his hair disheveled and sweaty skin tinted red, he softly kissed up her neck, pausing to whisper in her ear, "You sure?"

His hardened length prodded at the inside of her thighs, his sticky precum dragging a trail against her skin. She drew a blank on why she could ever say no. She needed him inside her.

She dug her nails into his solid biceps and nodded eagerly, her vocabulary reduced to the basic essentials. "Yeah. Yes. Fuck yes."

He devoured her lips one more time before he adjusted his position. He sat up on his knees and lifted her legs, resting them in the crook of his arms. Planting his fists in the mattress, his muscular arms flexed as he lowered himself. He needed her to keep him in deep while he fucked her senseless.

He kissed her addictive lips before resting his forehead against hers, strands of his sweaty hair falling near his eyes. He stared at her as he slid into her warmth inch by dizzying inch. She let out the sexiest cry he'd ever heard. He greedily swallowed it with his swollen lips, burying himself inside her.

He stretched her, thick and hot. It had been a while but he'd warmed her up enough; all she could feel was pleasure. She continued kissing him, gripping the back of his neck with one hand, tugging at his wet curls. The other gripped the sheets, tethering her to reality. Her insides promptly trembled when he began to stroke in and out of her, a delicious friction pushing her toward the edge again.

He reluctantly pulled away from her lips, gazing at her in concentration. She massaged him, tightly hugging his dick. He lost all coherent thought, his movements running on primal need. He needed to fuck her and he needed to fuck her good. He vigorously rocked against her until he found the angle that had her legs trembling.

She couldn't believe how fast he was unlocking the secrets of her body. It was like every move he made was designed to drive her to the brink of insanity. Forceful, breathy pants escaped her parted lips. She knew she sounded like a sex-crazed lunatic but she didn't care. This man was stroking the shit out of her. She had no time for pretty moans and restraint.

The noises she made filled him with pride, stoking his stamina. He buried his nose in her neck, sucking at her heated skin. The sounds of their joining bodies played a hypnotizing melody as the sensations danced in their veins.

He opened his eyes, the urge to see her too strong to resist. He poised his lips close to her cheek, drinking in her every expression of pleasure with his dilated eyes.

Her perfect lips parted in ecstasy. Between her careens of pleasure and nonsensical praises, she groaned, "Yes, Rick, right there. Right there."

Her smooth voice sent tingles throughout his body, his name egging him on. He'd wanted this for so long. To give her pleasure ignited a passion he didn't know existed. She was everything he could have hoped for, everything he never expected. She was a gift he had the pleasure of unwrapping and losing himself in.

He didn't realize he was already sending her over the edge once again. Her brow knit as her body suddenly tensed. Her breath left her lungs as she clawed at his back. She pulled him against her and arched off the bed. He rotated his pelvis just right and set off an explosion.

A fiery sensation spread from her core out to every inch of her body. A wail left her lips as she clung to him. He slowed and rested all his delicious weight on top of her. His pelvis intuitively rocked, drawing out an intense edge to her climax. She could feel him buried in her soul as she pulsated around him.

She burst in every direction. The intensity of it bordered on terrifying. She felt a warm creaminess spill from her. It coated him when he rocked against her. She held him tight until she rode out the last roaring wave of her orgasm.

It shook her to her very soul. She clutched at him, afraid she'd float away from its intensity.

Once it subsided, an extraordinary feeling of calm spread throughout her. It was as if she'd finally achieved some sort of nirvana. Short of breath, her eyes widened in astonishment.

He raised himself up and smiled down at her. She languidly reciprocated his smile, her body deliciously limp.

"You good?" He brushed a stray lock from her face, their bodies glistening with sweat.

She could feel a softness fill her eyes. She'd never felt so good in her life. It was mystifying. But it was him who gazed at her in wonder.

She nodded, trying to form coherent words. "Yeah, I'm good."

He smiled wider, leaning down to slowly capture her lips. He took his time worshipping them as if they each deserved a few moments of focused attention. It took her breath away.

He finally pulled away with a few smaller kisses before adding, "Good." He shallowly thrust into her gushy core as if he needed to remind her that he was still as hard as iron. "We ain't done yet."

An intense fluttering filled her as he kissed down her neck, laying kisses along her clavicle, gently pulling out of her. Her weak legs lowered to the mattress. She knew they'd made a mess out of her comforter but she couldn't care less. Not when the man who'd provoked the mess was sucking on her skin as if she were the most delicious lollipop.

She closed her eyes and laid still as he tasted her. Goosebumps sprang up all over her body as he made his way down the slopes of her breasts and across her firm abdomen. She basked in his appreciative caresses until the warmth of his tongue and lips faded away. Her eyes shot open, searching for him.

He gave her a sly smile as he laid on his back, getting comfortable. "Come 'ere."

Something possessive overcame her. His muscular body shined with sweat. His damp curls laid limp against his head. His erect cock gleamed with her cum. She'd never seen someone so delicious in her life.

He was hers, only hers. She crawled on top of him, straddling his abdomen. From this point on, she would never be okay with the thought of not having him.

He maneuvered the ruined bedspread from under them and off the bed, the cool sheets refreshing their need.

His hands slowly slid up her thighs, pausing to caress her ass. She pushed her ass into his hands, wanting him to grope every inch but he had other ideas.

He sat up with one hand gripping her ass, the other sliding up her slick back. He buried his face in her chest, kissing, running his tongue over her hot skin. Her salty taste was addicting.

When the length of his cock slid against her, she reached behind her for his wrists and pinned him back down on the bed. She saw the hungry look in his eyes and leaned down as if to kiss him.

Instead, she satisfied a need that had been building up these past weeks. His strong, well-defined, tempting jawline. She laid kisses along the prickly feature, tracing it with her tongue. Burying herself in his neck, she trailed kisses along his throat. She moaned in satisfaction.

She could feel him start to pull away from her hold. She firmly pinned his wrists against his pillow above his head, snapping him from his trance.

Fire burned in his eyes, his chest rapidly rising and falling with each shallow breath. She carefully slid down, his length rubbing against her dripping center.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she breathlessly whispered, "Oh god."

He groaned loudly, his pelvis arching up. He needed to be inside her. But she released his wrists only to continue torturously gliding down him.

Helpless, he moaned, the sensation making him feel lightheaded. "Ah, f-fuck. Shit."

She kissed across the planes of his chest. His torso tightened as she paused to swirl her tongue around his nipple, lightly scraping her teeth against it. He gasped.

She scratched her way down, laying kisses down his firm abdomen. She paused beneath his belly button. Flipping her hair out of the way she locked eyes with him as she followed his trail of hair with kisses. She continued sliding further and further until he knew what she wanted.

Any other time, he would have let her continue but he couldn't take much more. The tight coiling down below warned him he had a limited time before the pleasure inside him exploded with an impressive force.

"Not yet," he gruffly whispered as he gripped her wrists, pulling her back up and attacking her lips.

He firmly gripped her hip and a handful of her hair. He pulled her away, focusing his dark gaze on her, lining her up where he wanted her. His unhinged, wild look had her forearms shaking around his head as she held herself up. She looked down at his parted lips.

"Look at me," he demanded, pulling her close.

With his breath on her lips, she drew her eyes up to his. Analyzing every micro reaction, he roughly impaled her on his cock. Her shocked gasp turned into a cry as he buried himself to the hilt. She squeezed her eyes shut, her back tightening with pleasure. His eyes nearly eclipsed black with arousal.

Her arms gave out and she draped her shaking body over his. Once she stopped sobbing in bliss, he grabbed a handful of her ass and bounced her up and down his aching cock.

His aggressiveness revealed a side to her she didn't know she possessed. She became submissive, willing to give him anything he wanted. Hell, he could ask her for the moon and she'd jump out of bed right now and sign up for the next moon launch.

He was driving her insane. Foolish. Senseless. She couldn't get enough. She weakly pulled her head up from his shoulder and rested her forehead against his. He maneuvered her body, taking as much pleasure from her as possible.

Unsatisfied by the pacing, he snapped his hips up against her. Her ass slapped against the tops of his thighs driving them both wild.

She arched and spread her legs further, needing him to hit her in that spot again, hoping to unwind the tension that was building up once again.

Everything was on fire, the heat and humidity in the room rivaled the furnace outside. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the tangled sheets were damp from their lovemaking. Their pleasure-filled grunts and groans rivaled the noise of the bed as it jolted with Rick's powerful thrusts.

Feeling a familiar clench spreading up his lower extremities, he flipped them over. He spread her legs wide, gripping her thighs for leverage. He pulled her hips up and thrust into her, deep and deliberate. He watched her naked body writhing in pleasure, hypnotized by the movement. Loud moans echoed throughout the bedroom as he quickened the pace.

She arched her back and knit her brow, muted gasps residing in her throat. He felt her tighten around him again, choking him in her velvet grip. It felt like her body was trying to pull him further inside her, sucking him into mindless pleasure. A fleeting thought of remembering to pull out buzzed in the back of his mind.

Then she pulled him down on top of her and locked her legs around him, angling him where she needed him. The thought disappeared as his painfully sensitive tip vibrated. He desperately drilled into her as deep as he could, lifting her ass off the mattress with each shallow thrust.

She moaned his name, "Rick!"

Finally, the pressure exploded, knocking his mind into a plain of sheer pleasure.

All sounds drowned out. His spine tingled, his toes curled, and his knees weakened as he came. A thick surge of cum jetted into her, unquestionably finding its mark. His forearms shook to keep him from crushing her. Though after another surge, he couldn't hold on any longer.

He fell on top of her, clinging to the sheets, his body weight burrowing her into the mattress. His ass tightened as his hips instinctually pressed forward, trapping her beneath him. He could only let out choked gasps as his slight thrusts urged more spurts to erupt from his sensitive tip. Her palpitations coaxed out every drop of him.

Enjoying the weight of him, she held him tight, feeling his whole body shake between her thighs. His heat scorched her inside and out. She bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out.

He trembled as he slowly, very slowly, wound down. Searing relief possessed his body. When he finally felt empty, he inhaled and loudly groaned at the mind-numbing pleasure.

Out of breath and sweaty, he buried his face in the sheets next to her head. Weakly laying on top of her, his pelvis twitched in time with the aftershocks. He was a mess. He could barely catch his breath.

After a few moments, he tried to pull out his sensitive length. She whimpered. He froze. She molded herself around him.

He laid a few feathery kisses against her skin, nudging at her with his nose. It took a while but her body finally relaxed and her grip on him eased. When she was ready, she caressed his calves with her feet, a satisfied yet tired moan settling in her throat. He gently rocked his hips against her, his movements sending delayed tingling throughout their bodies. Satisfied sighs escaped their tired mouths. He slipped out with a breathless gasp.

He turned over and laid on his back, wondering how he would ever come back from this.

Sex had always been good. He enjoyed sex. But this, this was something else entirely. He'd never lost himself like this. He'd never felt so complete and euphoric as he did at this moment.

It felt like he was reborn solely to love the woman next to him. He was a part of her and she was a part of him. He could no longer foresee a future without her by his side. It was earth-shattering and yet he quickly came to terms with it, judging by his cock already twitching at the prospect of another go. He turned his head to blink at his new world.

She laid still, sweaty, unable to move her limbs. She felt weightless. Tiny aftershock tugs of pleasure crawled up and down the inside of her sore thighs. Her mind was clear of any thought. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. The pleasure coursing through her body and hazy mind eased her into one simple thought: I love him. I'm in love with Rick Grimes.

Fuck.

It scared her at how prepared she was at accepting it as fact. It couldn't be argued. It couldn't be changed and any attempt to alter it seemed insane.

She loved him.

She barely registered Rick's lips against her arm, his beard sending prickles up her arm and chest.

He quietly enquired, "You okay?"

She lazily blinked, a dazed smile spread across her lips. Sweaty, satiated, and with evidence of their lovemaking dripping out of her, she felt amazing. Like a sex goddess. Though the words were too hard to form.

She made a great effort to reply. "I'm good."

He raised his eyebrow. "Just good?" His fingertips slowly slid down her stomach.

She gripped his traveling hand and had enough strength to side eye him. "Give me a few minutes."

He hummed with a smile as he caressed her stomach with his thumb, his lips still attached to her arm.

They lay quietly, lost in their thoughts of one another, until he planted one last kiss and whispered, "I'll be back."

She grunted in response. He disappeared into his bathroom. A few moments later, he returned with a damp washcloth and tenderly cleaned her up. If she wasn't in love with him already that single move would've convinced her.

When he finished and returned the washcloth, he laid next to her, kissing her shoulder and neck.

"You hungry?" He murmured in her ear, kissing the delicate skin. "We didn't have dessert."

She weakly laughed. "This doesn't count as dessert?"

He playfully bit her shoulder, pulling her back against his body. She giggled until he had her snuggled up against his chest.

She sighed, wriggling in contentment. "I could eat."

She turned her face to capture his engorged lips. They savored each kiss with a newfound appreciation.

He reluctantly pulled away with a few more kisses. "I better put something on before I go down."

Oblivious, she stretched her sore body and yawned, "Why?"

"Cameras."

Her eyes shot open. "Shit."

She'd been downstairs prancing around butt naked, putting on a show for the whole world to see. She covered her heated face with her arm. "Oh my god."

Rick snickered, kissing the exposed underside of her arm. "Don't worry. Maggie's as discreet as they come."

His reasoning didn't do much to relieve her embarrassment. She'd never been recorded in such a compromising state. She groaned in mortification.

He removed her arm from her face and planted gentle kisses down her jaw and neck. He murmured reassurances until she finally relaxed back into a melted puddle.

"It'll be fine. Just lay here and rest, I'll be back."

She watched him from drooping eyelids as he found his boxers and put them on with a tantalizing shimmy of his hips. Though she'd just seen him in his full glory, glimpsing his faint Adonis belt and the path of fair hair leading to his glorious crotch made her want to straddle him again. She chastised herself, she couldn't even lift her leg at the moment if she wanted to.

She turned over on her stomach, closed her eyes, and drifted off into a light yet satisfied slumber.

Humming to himself, Rick sauntered into the kitchen. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he raided the fridge and cupboards.

He was the world's luckiest son of a bitch. He'd just made love to the most beautiful woman in Texas. Hell, the entire world.

He bit his lip with a wide grin as he sliced up an apple. His stomach flip-flopped in eagerness. He was ready to spend the rest of the weekend learning every inch of her body. She'd given him a bite and now he was hungry for the whole meal. Ironically, his stomach growled in agreement.

A faint beep pulled his attention away. It sounded like it was coming from the drawer he'd stuffed their passports in. Wiping his hands on the kitchen towel, he warily approached it. Opening the drawer, he realized it was the walkie. Sighing, he picked it up and spoke the code. It was Maggie.

"I suppose congratulations are in order."

He smiled. "She's worried you got us on camera."

"You did put on a show." He could sense a smile in her tone. "Don't worry, temporary camera malfunction."

Her abrupt silence was telling.

"What is it?"

"The director wants to see you," she clarified, "our director."

It was never a good thing when the CIA director wanted to see someone. Morgan Jones was not a man who prided himself in giving good news.

Irritated by his timing, he grunted, "When?"

"Sunday morning. Oh seven hundred. The coffee shop."

At least it wasn't tomorrow morning. It gave him a chance to fully appreciate the new step in his relationship.

"I'll be there."

"I'll be keeping an eye. You two be safe."

"Thanks, Maggie."

"No problem, old man. Over and out."

He took a minute to rub at his brow. He sensed whatever the director needed to tell him, would put a damper on the joy flowing through him.

But that was tomorrow. They still had today.

Allowing the elation to flow through him once again, he threw the walkie into the drawer. Picking up the prepared plate of snacks, he scampered up the steps, two at a time. Happiness awaited him.

Tiptoeing into the room, he beamed at the vison before him. His beautiful temptress was splayed facedown across her white sheets. Soft puffs of breath escaped her exquisite lips. Her once styled dreads, lay limp against her back. Her perfect ass tempted him with handfuls of delight.

He sighed. She was divine. He'd lay the stars at her feet if she asked him to. He was entirely hers.

He bit his lip and placed the plate of food on top of her drawer. Slipping out of his boxers, careful to avoid his growing erection, he slid into bed.

She awoke with a sharp inhale. Hot breath caressed her shoulder blades as he slowly lowered his body on top of hers. He laid open mouth kisses against her shoulders, his tongue savoring her salty skin.

She groaned breathlessly, "Rick."

He rumbled, "You got your few minutes."

Her half-hearted protests turned into sighs of pleasure.

How about that for an update? *wink* *wink* *eyebrow waggle* lol

I chipped away at this chapter for months and I still don't know if it was an awkward mess. I wasn't sure about releasing it but yesterday was my 30th birthday and my amazing friend just accomplished something super exciting today so I'm riding on a high. I hope the smut wasn't too over the top!

Now that the slow burn between these two is making way for a real relationship, we're slowly coming up to the end. Five more chapters and possibly an epilogue left, at least if everything goes to plan. It'll be a jam-packed last few chapters. I'm looking forward to seeing where this story takes us!

What did you think of the TWD Season 9 premiere? I LOVED the Richonne fluffiness. I've been soaking in that goodness all week. I mean, it is little late coming but still so good.

As always, I cannot wait to hear from you! I LIVE when I read your comments. But seriously though. After this update, should I have my Richonner card revoked? Smut has never been a strength of mine so your feedback is much appreciated.

Thank you to my lovely beta and thank you to those of you who've stuck with this story and are new to this story. I love you all very much!

Your anxiously awaiting to hear from you writer,

semul