A/N: Hi to anyone reading! This is my first attempt at writing anything for my beloved OTP since I last posted on here. I was very new to this before, so I still feel quite new to it now. I plan on adding a chapter or two to this within the next couple of days to honour our stunning warrior for Mother's Day. This will all be connected, but I decided to start things off with a bit of smut. Hope you enjoy! Please comment and review. Thanks! 3

"Hey"

Michonne whispered, readjusting herself in Rick's arms as they laid in bed together, naked and caressing each other out of their sleep.

"Hey"

Rick whispered back, as he pulled her in even closer, nuzzling his face into her locs and gently stroking her soft skin.

They stayed like this, in their warm embrace for a few more moments, soaking in the light of the rising sun and the quiet sounds of nature through their open bedroom window.

Michonne turned herself to face Rick as their embrace slowly evolved into sweet kisses. Not needing to say a word, they continued on at a dreamy pace, getting lost in the feel of each other. Their legs tangled between the sheets as they explored, finding every possible way to maintain bodily contact. For a moment, Rick drew back ever so slightly to catch her gaze. As their eyes locked, he brushed back the single loc that fell into her face, not letting it obstruct his adoring stare.

"You know," Rick began as his eyes drifted down to each of her stunning facial features. He kissed each one as he spoke.

"Every day I think about how I–" He kissed her round cheekbones,

"How fortunate I am to have you in my life…"

He placed a tender kiss on the tip of her broad nose, "To be with you…"

He angled his affections towards her jawline, "To stand by you…"

He kissed her chin softly before hooking his index finger beneath it, "To share this world with you… I adore you" He began to trace her cupid's bow with his lips.

'How does he do that?' She thought to herself. 'How does every proclamation of love from him just knock the wind out of her?'

Completely flustered, Michonne took a deep breath to express her unending love for him, but before she could get the words out, Rick leaned in to capture her full lips in a deep kiss. Michonne's love message transformed from unspoken words into lust as she returned the fervor in their kiss. A soft moan escaped her as she sucked at his bottom lip, a signal to let their tongues meet. She opened her mouth slightly to allow entry, their tongues danced against each other as her hands gripped his shoulder and back.

Rick eagerly turned her onto her back, allowing her to hold on to him even tighter while his left hand held the back of her neck, and his right hand traveled down from the curve of her breast, to grasp at her hip. Once he was steady, he pressed into her center, carefully but firmly grinding against her, her moans getting stuck in her throat.

Rick broke their kiss to bring his lips down to her neck, licking and sucking at her skin, moving lower before he left a mark too strong. He found himself at eye level with her heaving chest, licking her right nipple as she pressed into his mouth, stroking his muscular back. He began expertly circling his tongue around her areola before sucking the hardened, sensitive nub. He moved his left hand from the back of her neck to massage her left breast while rolling and pulling her nipple between his delicate fingers. As he paid close and equal attention to both of her breasts with his talented mouth and hands, Michonne could feel her pussy getting wetter.

She let her legs open wider, allowing Rick to grind against her even deeper, but she needed him insideher. "Baby, please…" was all she had to say for Rick to redirect his focus.

He didn't waste any time.

Bringing himself further down the bed, he hooked one arm around her right thigh, and sprawled his other large hand against her left thigh, pining it back as he brought his greedy tongue against her clit. Michonne whimpered, trying not to be too loud as she watched him go to work. Rick circled his tongue languidly but with a divine pressure that made Michonne's toes curl. With a soft pucker, he moved his trance-inducing touch to her inner and outer labia, suctioning on to her wet lips. He easily found her more sensitive spots, pausing on occasion to lap up the juices flowing from her pretty pussy.

Keeping his mouth on her hot center, he stroked her left thigh before tapping it, signalling for her to grab a hold of her leg. As his mouth migrated back to her clit and his free middle finger slid deep inside of her, she grabbed beneath her knee, pulling it back as far as she could, as she gripped his coaxing finger with her pussy and held onto his curls for support, she relaxed in time for him to add another digit to his ministrations.

He worked his fingers slowly at first, allowing them to be swallowed knuckle deep, loving the engulfing feel of her around him. He sucked onto her clit while his tongue laid down a spine-tingling pressure, making Michonne pulse around him. He drew his fingers from her depths until he met her rigid spot, curling his fingers to press firmly against it, massaging the already engorged tissue. Michonne couldn't hold it any longer.

Her body tensed from head to toe as she began to tremble, her vision growing fuzzy as her orgasm continued to build and build, half aware that Rick wasn't letting up.

He was hungry.

He fingered her soaking pussy, licking and sucking at her bundle of nerves, needing for her to completely shatter around him. To let him drink her in. He moved his other arm that was hooked around her thigh and brought it down atop her pelvis, motioning for her to relax, as he filled her with a third finger. The tension of his vigorous, hypnotizing strumming against her g-spot was insurmountable.

"Oh fuck! Baby I'm—"

Michonne absolutely melted before she could finish speaking. Her juices came squirting out of her and onto Rick's chin before he shifted to catch her cum in his mouth, swallowing all that he could, slurping her up, and letting her essence flow down his beckoning throat.

Rick peppered kisses across her stomach before resting his head there, stroking his fingers along her smooth skin. Michonne loosened her grip on his curls, letting her long fingers tangle into his mess of brown curls, her left hand stroking his thick, damp beard. They laid there, in the same shining light of the morning star, that same low buzz of a new day dawning just outside their window.

"Rick?" Michonne called softly.

"Yeah?" He lifted his head to see her as she spoke.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Completely spent and blissfully enamoured, they drifted back to sleep.