Any Way You Want It (Richonne Smut Week Challenge)
A/N: This is a scene from Internment 4x05 and what I would have liked to happen.
Carl sees the headlights of the van and breathes a sigh of relief. He looks to his dad, ignoring the carnage surrounding them. "Everything's gonna be ok." He races down the hill to open the gates.
Rick opens the main gate and watches as they pull up. Tyreese jumps out first, asking after Sasha. He moves off as soon as he is able while Bob and Daryl rush after him to offer assistance. Michonne takes her time putting the car in park and exiting slowly.
Rick watches her, wanting to be sure she is ok. He attempts to walk off, but thinks better of it and turns to face her. "You alright?"
She moves to the front of the vehicle. "I'm fine. Are you ok?" She can't help but notice the dead walker bodies strewn all over the ground.
"I'm fine. Carl and I took care of it. They knocked a portion of the fence down, so I gotta take care of it and…"
She interrupts with, "I'll help you."
"No. No, you just got back. Get some rest," he tells her.
She adjusts her sword at her back. "Where are we heading?"
Over an hour later, she, Carl, and Rick patched the fence as best as they are able in the minimal lighting the prison provided. In the morning, everyone will make a group effort to get their home cleaned up and mended.
Michonne is seated in her cell, her damp locs piled atop her head, air drying. She starts as there is an unexpected knock at the door. "Come in."
She is surprised but not surprised to see Rick enter cautiously. His hair is damp so she assumes he is fresh from a shower just like she is. She looks away as the shirt he is wearing clings to him just right. "Hi. Everything ok?"
He looks around and decides to rest against the wall. "Everything's fine. I was just wondering if you had time to get anythang to eat."
"I've got a small stash here in my cell so I'll be fine until the morning," she informs.
He nods as he continues to linger, curiously taking in the few personal touches she has placed here and there. "Did you have any trouble out there?"
"No more than usual. Herschel get everything he needed? Are they going to be ok?"
Rick's look is thoughtful. "We lost some people earlier, but I'm hoping the others can be saved."
"I think they'll be ok," she assures.
"So…..when can I expect you to leave again? Tomorrow?"
She sighs as she knows how sore of a topic this is for them. "Actually, Daryl and I talked while we were out there. I listened to him. I know the trail has gone cold. I don't need to go out there anymore."
Rick feels a smile coming but suppresses it. He wants to be sure she honestly means it. "Are you sure? You're really going to stick around?"
"Isn't that what you want?"
"More than anythang, but what do you want?" He asks tentatively.
"I want to finish what we started a month ago." She swallows nervously, hoping it was the right thing to say and that they are both on the same page.
That smile he was suppressing spreads across his face and he moves over to stand in front of her. "If that's the case, then let me welcome you home properly."
She circles his wrist and pulls him down to sit beside her. They look into each other's eyes before leaning forward and sharing a much coveted kiss. She remembers his taste and texture so well. It's almost like they had just kissed yesterday as she thought about this…about him every day she was out there, searching and never finding what she was looking for. She missed him more than she ever thought possible.
Rick is beyond excited to have her back. He doesn't want to take the chance of her running off again so he is going to put everything out there right here, right now. "Michonne, I want you. I don't want to deny it anymore or pretend nothing's happening between us. If this isn't what you want, tell me now."
"I do want you. All of you in any and every way I can get you," she admits.
The time to take it slow is past as they embrace each other and start to kiss with an urgency and unguarded franticness. They pull at each other's clothes hurriedly, ready to come together in the most intimate way.
He breaks their kiss long enough to grab the linens and the thin mattress from the top bunk, tossing it to the floor and promptly lowering her onto it. Once they are naked, he positions himself between her legs and captures her attention before he moves to connect them.
"Now, Rick. Please…." She gasps as he thrusts forward, filling her like never before.
They both shudder and hold on to each other for just a moment before they start to move. He captures her mouth again, kissing her passionately as they rock together seamlessly.
She didn't know he would feel this good and wonders why they ever waited. He can't believe he is actually having sex with her and realizes this moment is beyond anything he has ever dreamt of or imagined.
All too soon he feels his body tightening, the buildup so intense there is no way he can hold out. She lifts her thighs to his waist, resting her feet at the base of his spine while she grabs his ass and continues to rock with him.
A strangled cry is pulled from him as he climaxes, spilling his seed into her body, filling her up. She rolls her hips with a purpose and shudders against him as her sex clenches and pulsates, her release so profound all she can do is grab onto him, biting into his shoulder to prevent the scream rising up in her throat.
Later, they are on their sides, face to face, limbs entwined as they stare at each other with admiration. She reaches up to cup his cheek softly. "That was incredible."
"It was, wasn't it?" He asks with a smile. "I know it was kinda quick though. You gonna let me make it up to you?"
"Is that your way of telling me you want some more?"
"I'm gonna always want more when it comes to you," he admits.
"Well, in that case, I think I'm ready for another round." She leans in and kisses him as she takes his hand and brings it to her breasts.
The next morning, she awakens alone. She kissed Rick good morning only hours before, encouraging him to get back to his kids before they were expected to wake up. She stares at the ceiling for a few moments, remembering what they shared and realizing that she hasn't felt this much happiness in a very long time.
Half an hour later she is outside in the courtyard, loading the walker bodies onto the trailer so they can take them outside off prison grounds and burn them. She falters as Rick appears in her line of vision. Her heart rate increases even more as she takes in his plaid shirt and dark jeans.
He greets her with a smile, allowing his eyes to travel down, appreciating her light colored shirt and green jeans. "You need some help with that?"
She returns his smile, trying to block images of last night from her memory. "No. Do your thing."
He purses his lips, attempting to hide his disappointment. He turns to walk down the hill, but finds himself walking over to her as she stands on the trailer. "Last night wasn't a dream, right? We were actually together."
She smiles as she bends down onto her haunches, facing him. "It wasn't a dream, Rick and tonight won't be a dream either."
He swallows with his sudden nervousness. "Tonight? So you're saying I can have you again?"
"Any way you want me," she tells him before leaning in to give him a kiss.
