I can tell you right now you're my perfect design
I want to wake up next to you it's true
And turn you over when I get that look
Baby you're not ready for what's about to go down
-James Vickery
"Uh… fuck" Rick let out, his voice strained. "Please," He continued, his hands fisting the sheet beneath him. "I'll do anything, anything you want." He finished, struggling to keep his eyes on Michonne, who only hummed in return.
"Of course you'll do anything," She started seductively as she made lazy circles with her hips before lowering her torso over his and bringing her lips to his ear. "The real question is, do you deserve it?" She whispered, hips slowly grinding over him. Rick choked his breath, eyes pleading as she straightened herself. Michonne pressed her hands on his abs as she continued her movement at a tortuous pace.
"Do you Rick?" She questioned him, his eyes traveling along her undulating body before reaching her gaze, his chest moving with a labored breath. His hands unclenched from the sheet and slid to her knees then up to her waist, Michonne raised an eyebrow and stopped her movement.
"Now Rick, you know the rules. No touching." She voiced authoritatively "It would seem like you don't deserve it after all," She continued ignoring Rick's soft whimpers as she dragged her nails down his chest. "I guess we're gonna have to figure out a way for you to make it up to me."