Let's fall in love with our telephones off

- Langhorne Slim

Michonne was annoyed. She stood at the window, staring at the winter wonderland waiting for her outside. The storm hit harder than they were expecting and they'd lost power an hour ago. She let out an exasperated sigh as she turned her back to the window to land her gaze on her husband, who was way too enthusiastic to her liking.

Rick was feeding the fire, crouching in front of the fireplace, poking at the logs with the metal poker before placing the steel panel back to its place.

He got up and turned to find Michonne's eyes already on him, annoyance written all over her face.

"Don't look at me like that" He told her with a smirk. He knew she wasn't completely sold on the trip to a cabin for the weekend. Especially during winter time, she was keen to the cold. And he knew she was definitely pissed now that they lost the power in the first 30 minutes of their arrival.

"Oh, I'm going to look at you however I feel like! Rick, I'm not a nature girl, but you wanted to share with me your love of the outdoors and promise it would be so romantic with the white snow everywhere. What did you say?" She asked rhetorically, before she went on "Oh yeah, it's gonna be so romantic Chone." She continued mockingly. "And now look at us, stranded in a freaking ice cube with no power freezing our ass off!" She finished animatedly, gaining no sympathy from Rick who only laughed at her outburst.

"Why are you laughing at me! There's nothing funny here Grimes!" She exclaimed, her voice in a higher pitch than her usual one. Rick made his way to her, but still unable to sober up from her fit of temper.

"See it that way," He began, pulling at her hands to bring her to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist before continuing "It is only you and me for an entire weekend, no telephone or internet to distract us and I'm sure we can find ways to occupy ourselves until the power gets back on." He finished seductively. He could feel her melt into his arms as he brought his lips to place kisses on her neck, right at the spot that would make her so pliable for him.

"Imagine you and me and that nice fireplace, hopefully naked." He continued between kisses before looking into her eyes. Rick could see Michonne's resolution dissolved. She encircled his neck with her arms, holding his gaze.

"Fine." She conceited, "But next vacation is on a beach." She bargained.

"You in a bikini, who would say no to that?"