Everything says it's time to go
But the smell of your skin makes me stay
You are not mine to ask things of
But I ask you anyway, I ask you anyway
- Ingrid Michaelson
Rick glided his fingers along Michonne's spine, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. He pushed his face further into her neck, brushing his stubbled jaw against her skin creating a pattern of goosebumps to appear along her shoulder.
Michonne's left arm tightened around his shoulders, her nose brushing against his vest, taking in the smell of his cologne. The tip of her fingers grazed the hair that curled at the back of his neck, racking her fingers through it as Rick pulled her impossibly closer to him.
His thumb brushed over the back of her hand that he held over his chest as they swayed to the slow music. Her closeness made his heartbeat surge, but also brought him so much peace. They would be completely oblivious to the world outside of their own little bubble, if it was not for the fact that they were both very aware that eventually they would have to pull away from each other and go back to reality. Him to his wife and her to her boyfriend.
But as of now, they would enjoy the short time that they spent with each other, filled with unspoken words and actions that were only dreamed of.