A/N~~*** Hey Richonners! I hope everyone is doing well. I'm still working on closing out Canyon and a new chap should be up later this week. But I needed a bit of the syrupy sweet version of Richonne to lift my spirits and I planned on revisiting this version of them sooner and never got to it.

This is the same version of Rick and Michonne from my older stories, Knots Untie in Teton, Another Way for the Holiday and This is Different: A Richonne Valentine's. So if you haven't read those (in that order lol) or you want a refresher before jumping into this story go ahead.

The Professors are back at it with help from their family and friends. This will be four chapters, like the first two stories. I plan on dropping one chapter a week *fingers crossed*, so I had to push back my schedule for the other four stories I am writing. *Sighs* Why am I always trying to write multiple stories at once? Same reason I still watch TWD, I'm a glutton for punishment lmao But really when you see Andy and Danai, how can the stories just not come to you, right?

Please share, review, fav and follow. Happy reading! Happy Summer! And thanks for helping to keep Richonne Alive! Enjoy!

Beaufort, For the Future

"Well, I don't think I do."

"Why not? You could do it." Michonne gently contested.

Rick deeply sighed and she made a pouty face. "We'll be doing it together. Just this once?"

The somewhat newly engaged couple sat sideways on the couch in their home, facing each other. It was a few days before the end of the spring semester and she was going to try and convince him of her design.

"Think about it this way, I'm still not pregnant-"

"Dr. Stevens said it could take some time after you got off the pill." he reassured her.

"I know." she nodded as he caressed her hand. "But once I'm pregnant, I plan on working as long as I can. Right up to the birth, unless the doctor says otherwise."

"You don't have to. You can take a leave whenever you want. I don't want you wearing yourself out."

Michonne looked at him lovingly before lifting his hand so she could kiss it. "Thank you."

Rick tenderly touched her cheek before she went on. "When the baby arrives, I want to stay home for quite a while longer than the allotted six weeks of maternity leave. If we can save up as much as possible beforehand that would make it that much easier."

"You're not wrong." he scratched his brow as he considered.

"The summer semester is just a few short weeks, from mid-May until mid-July. We'd still have more than a month off before classes begin in the fall."

"Were you a lawyer in another life?"

"Maybe." she snickered.

Rick reached over and rubbed her thigh. "It's just that those two times we thought you were-"

"I know, I kind of jumped the gun when I ran out and bought those tests since my period has been a bit wonky after getting off the pill."

"I don't want you stressing yourself out, it'll happen."

"I know. My symptoms were probably psychosomatic."

"A lot of the same things happen when you get your cycle as with pregnancy, like sore breasts, nausea and bloating."

"Bloating?" Michonne blinked rapidly at him and he held his hands up in surrender.

"You said that's how you felt, not me." they snickered.

"I see you haven't let up on your reading."

"Nope, I've ordered a few baby books too. I want to be as supportive and understanding as possible."

Michonne smiled, awestruck by her man's attentiveness and she wasn't even pregnant yet. She crawled across the couch to straddle him and he happily accepted. His hands raised to their usual placement when she was in this position, her ass. He placed a few kisses to her neckline since her shirt was buttoned up annoyingly high.

"So that's a yes?"

"Uh huh." he began to slowly unbutton her shirt revealing her décolletage and Michonne giggled.

"What are you saying yes to?"

Rick began to lick and suck down her chest, his response muffled. "Whatever you want."

Michonne softened under his affection, her eyes closing but she needed a confirmation. "We are both going to teach this summer, right?"

Rick slid the now open shirt off her shoulders then pulled it free from her wrists so it fell to the floor.

"Sure."

He swiftly unclasped her bra, releasing her breasts and tossed the thin material to the side. Before it even hit the floor he was sucking a globe into his mouth. He enjoyed the verbal reaction of Michonne's moans that accompanied the physical ones when her nipples tightened against his tongue. She began to grind herself into his crotch and weave her fingers into his hair, somewhat painfully.

The action let him know what she was interested in tonight. He bit at the flesh of her dark areolas then licked to soothe them. Michonne suddenly withdrew from him, standing and undoing her jeans then pulling them off. Rick was matching her actions by pulling his shirt off and fumbling to unhook his belt before he stood. But she moved quicker than him and was already nude before she grabbed his jeans, pulling them down.

Michonne slinked a hand into his boxers and began to jerk his cock. Rick was caught, wanting to finish undressing but his hips started bucking into her hand. She leaned in to kiss and lick his chest before teasingly biting at his nipples, making him hiss. He finally managed to slide his boxer briefs down, but hadn't been able to kick the clothes off and they hung around his ankles. But Michonne was tired of waiting so she pushed Rick back to fall on the couch and clambered to mount him once more.

Their lips smashed together in a provocative battle were tongues lashed. Hands groped roughly at any skin they could make contact with. When her hands grasped his thumping cock, he squeezed her ass cheeks lifting her. His engorged tip slipped in her juices until they found their target and Michonne lowered. No sounds came, but their mouths hung open and their arms locked around one another.

It took a moment for Michonne to get her senses back and begin to roll her waist forward and backwards. His hands still on her ass, wrenching her back and forth quicker. She held his shoulder for resistance and sped up even more.

"Are we going to work for the summer, Rick?"

Answering her question was the last thing he was interested in doing while he watched her body wave. He simply nodded and went back to the view of his dick being engulfed by her tight pussy. But Michonne was not satisfied with a head nod so she readjusted to hold the back of the couch. The sound of her ass slapping down on his legs echoed through the living room as she bounced.

"Answer me."

She demanded but Rick yanked her locs so her neck was exposed to him, nipping at the skin so she hissed. He worked his way back to her bouncy breasts sucking hard on one while pinching the other.

"Shit!"

Michonne shouted as she continued to ride him hard. She'd get her answer one way or another. She leaned in to sloppily kiss and suck on his earlobe and neck, knowing it was his spot. Rick's hands went to her back as he thrust upwards into her.

"Fuck!"

"That's not my answer." she coarsely whispered in his ear. "I want to hear it."

Rick's jaw went slack when her inner walls began to repetitiously seize him. Michonne smirked as his head went back to rest on the sofa, his clouded blue eyes locked on hers overcome with the sensation she'd purposely just ignited.

"Are we…working…for the…summer?"

She asked in between gasps for air while sweat shined on their bodies and he held her thighs. He looked as though he wanted to answer but just couldn't muster it. But Michonne's nerve endings were on the verge of explosion, she had to hurry him along.

"Say it."

"Yes." but it was just a murmur that didn't appease.

"Again…louder, Professor Grimes."

"Yes!" Rick shouted as he thrust into her, his seed shooting into her violently. The powerful stroke and eruption had her meeting her end as well. His hands swiftly gripped her back, pressing her body to his so she wouldn't fall back as the spasms ricocheted through her. Hearts still pounded as they both panted while clinging to one another.

They took a few minutes to calm before unwrapping and making eye contact. Victory twinkled in Michonne's eyes and a mischievous grin spread across her face. Rick chuckled and relaxed, laying back on the couch to admire her. She ran her fingers through his sweaty and disheveled hair, slicking it away from his face.

"The things I get to do with you when I just agree." Rick grinned.

Michonne giggled then shrugged. "Even if you said no to teaching for the summer we were still going to keep at it. We are still trying to make a baby."

"Shit." They both laughed.

Nine weeks later…

"Chonne, are you any closer to being finished with packing?"

Rick shouted as he walked down the hallway to their bedroom. As he entered the room, he exasperatedly chuckled when he saw his fiancé still laid haphazardly on the bed. Items of clothing were resting all around the room. On the bed, the chaise lounge, and on the outside of the suitcase. He sighed as he sat on an uncovered section of the bed to look at her, but she just stared at the ceiling instead of responding.

"We are getting on the road tomorrow, just in case you didn't remember." he smirked.

Michonne yawned. "But I'm tired."

"I left you here to nap while I ran the last of the errands. If you get the packing done soon, you can get a full night's rest before we get on the road tomorrow." he reasoned and she groaned.

The couple had worked that day at Georgia Southern University, teaching their respective courses in Art History and Philosophy. A dinner of Chinese food was delivered and eaten so they wouldn't leave any leftovers behind. After, they realized a few items were needed to complete their packing checklist. Rick volunteered to go to the late night big box store, leaving Michonne behind to rest and finish up.

"Why did we decide to teach for the summer semester?"

Rick gawked at her. "I see we are French yet again."

She snickered. "Why did you let me talk us into teaching for the summer?"

"You can be very convincing when you want to." Rick grinned then tickled her side making her giggle and squirm.

"You have got to start telling me no..." his eyes gaped from her statement.

"…sometimes." they both laughed as Michonne finally sat up and looked around at the mess she had created.

She was normally very organized so this was very out of character for her. She had a packing list and she'd follow it weeks in advance and have her things packed days before any trip, but this time she just was too exhausted. She thought teaching for a short summer session would be easy. Fewer students, less classes and more money. But seeing other people free to enjoy their summer while she trudged to work was annoying in the least. Knowing that she willfully did this to not only herself but to Rick as well was maddening.

Those reasons alone justified taking advantage of this upcoming long holiday weekend. This year the fourth of July fell on a Sunday which meant Monday was its observed day. Monday's class schedule would be on the Tuesday and since they only taught Tuesday and Thursday's they'd have six whole days off.

"Well, I'm all set. You need any help?" Rick offered.

She raised an eyebrow. "I need more than just lingerie and bikinis."

Rick admired her long legs in the lounge shorts she wore. "Who says?"

They snickered. "Yeah, thank you but we are going to Hilton Head Island with my family, I think I'll need a few more pieces of clothing."

"Suit yourself." Rick shrugged. "I'm just ready to relax on the beach or by the pool with an ice cold beer."

Michonne smiled. "That will be nice, but wine coolers for me."

Rick slowly ran a hand up the soft skin of her legs. "We can stay in bed late."

"Mmm, that sounds even better." she moaned before Rick leaned over to peck her lips.

Michonne couldn't resist the opportunity to run her fingers through his hair as they kissed. After he pulled away, she got up to try to figure out what she was actually taking while he watched her from the bed.

"I'm glad my family decided to actually take a trip this holiday instead of just gathering at my parent's house. It took a lot of strings to pull our parents away from that old tradition."

"I think they will enjoy getting away. My mama just called me while I was picking up the sunscreen and bug spray, she can't wait either. They all really missed us for Memorial Day."

"I know, but it just didn't make sense with our work schedule to drive all the way to South Carolina, especially when we had to be back to work the following day."

"You're not wrong, but I didn't hear the end of it from your father." Michonne made an apologetic puppy dog face at her fiancé.

"Even though he didn't say it outright, I know he thinks I'm what was keeping us from visiting and I didn't want to throw you under the bus."

"Thank you." she giggled while holding up different pieces of clothing for examination.

"He still hasn't forgiven me for keeping you away on Thanksgiving."

Michonne tittered. "And he knew you were proposing to me."

"That's what makes it funny. So we can't miss this trip."

"I know, I know. I'm going to make some headway now that I've got my second wind." she pulled down her shorts and removed her loose fitted t-shirt.

Rick was about to speak but lost his train of thought, now getting a glimpse of what she'd been hiding in that big t-shirt. Her breasts seemed fuller and spilled over the rim of her black bra. His body automatically started to respond whenever he saw her scantily clad as though he wasn't privy to it every day and today was no exception. Once Michonne slipped on a long maxi dress for consideration he was able to regain some of his composure and along with it his next sentence.

"Tyreese is so excited that we are coming too."

"You mean he's excited that you are coming. His new best friend." she teased and Rick laughed.

"Just don't tell Shane."

"I can't make any promises. When is Shane arriving?"

"Saturday, he couldn't get Friday off. He'll be staying in the single guy's house with Ty, Uncle Kevin and Noah, right next to the parent's house."

"He'll have fun. It's too bad Glenn couldn't come too."

"Yeah, you can barely get him and Maggie to come up for air. New love and all."

Michonne smiled whimsically. "A bag of hamsters."

"Not one of mothers saying, please." they both chuckled before Michonne discarded the previous outfit and slipped on a thin strapped, short flirty dress.

"What do you think, is this too short?" she spun in a circle and Rick swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing.

"I don't know, come here."

Michonne walked over and he sluggishly ran his hands up her thighs, making her pulse race and her skin tingle. "Bend over."

"Rick…"

"I'm just trying to see if it's too short." he slyly replied and she turned sideways then did as she was told.

Rick really wanted to put her over his knee so he could knead her plump ass, but he resisted after a deep exhale.

"It's just right."

Michonne pivoted so her behind was directly in front of his face and looked over her shoulder. "Are you sure?"

Rick bit the inside of his cheek, knowing that she was purposely teasing him. He playfully whacked one cheek, making her yelp and stand up straight.

"Yep, go ahead and pack that."

"Okay." she coquettishly grinned.

As Michonne walked away to remove the dress and place it in her bag, Rick quickly glanced down at the semi he was now sporting. He pushed it down while she pulled on a form fitting shorts romper.

"I'm glad you are all in, because you definitely wanna go this time." Michonne raised an eyebrow once she pulled the front zipper up but left her cleavage exposed.

"Remember, Connie is bringing her new fella. Daryl."

"Oh yeah!" Michonne's face lit up, making Rick chuckle.

"I can't wait to see this guy in the flesh. Abe too. Connie has been glowing on our facetime calls ever since they got together."

"I'm happy for her, I just hope he fits in with all the guys."

"If Connie's into him he should be fine." Michonne spun again. "What about-"

"Bag." he instructed her and she chuckled.

Rick continued to watch Michonne's try on montage until she finally exhaled after looking at her half-filled suitcase. She stood in only her demi bra and bikini cut panties.

"I think I'm done with clothes. I just need my sandals and toiletries and I'm all set."

Rick looked at the rolled up contents of the luggage. "Where are the nightgowns and swimwear?"

Michonne giggled at his one track mind then tiptoed over to climb on top of him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let her fingers roam in the curls at the nape of his neck. She could already feel the bulge in his pants beginning to thump up at her center.

"Well, my bathing suits are already in one of the pockets of the accessory sleeve. I have loungewear to have on when we are in the house around everyone. But as far as sleepwear goes…I wasn't planning on wearing any."

Rick groaned and used his hands on her waist to press her down further wanting some sweet friction. Michonne leaned in to gently run her tongue across his bottom lip.

"You said I should get a full night's rest. I think you should put me to bed."

Rick ran his hands up her back. "I thought you were tired?"

"I'm never too tired for this." she simpered and nipped at his bottom lip making her fiancé growl.

They fell back onto the bed ready to wear the other out. Rocking each other to sleep was of the highest priority before having to share a house with the other couples for the next few days. They'd unleash all their screams of passion before tomorrow.