A/N: Between holidays and traveling, it's been a minute! I hope you enjoy this little tribute to Danai's red SAG dress
"Are you ready?" Michonne's voice was quieter than usual, and unnaturally high. She peeked out from the corner, her wide dark eyes finding his.
"Been ready," Rick sat up eagerly, leaning against the headboard of their bed.
"It's not how I would have looked before," she cautioned. "I don't have makeup or—"
"You don't need all that," Rick assured her.
"I want to do it right," Michonne said, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
"Then get out here," Rick baited, "and let me see you."
His wife straightened up, disappearing for a moment behind the wall. She appeared a moment later, nervously smoothing her palms down the silk-like fabric of her dress.
"Well," she asked, straightening up for his inspection. "What do you think?"
Rick's pulse pounded in his ears, his mouth going dry for a moment before watering. He'd found the red dress on a run, hanging haphazardly from a rack in a dilapidated shopping mall. It had seemed pretty enough at the time to bring home to Michonne. On her, it was enough to make his brain go fuzzy.
"Rick?" She promoted, clearly amused. "What do you think?"
The dress clung to her every curve, dipping low above her tailbone and leaving miles of smooth dark skin visible to his suddenly ravenous stare.
"Get over here," he prompted, rougher than he meant to.
She complied, laughing lightly. "I thought you wanted me to try it on," she reminded him.
Rick seized her around the waist, tugging her onto the bed and beneath him in record time.
"I did," he agreed, kissing her until she gasped against him. "Now I want to take it off of you."
Michonne only giggled as his calloused palms found the hem of her short-lived new dress.