Just A Touch Part II

Several moments later, their breathing has slightly returned to normal and Rick is grabbing a towel from a nearby laundry basket to clean them up.

Michonne sits up abruptly. "Rick…the meeting."

"They'll be there when we get there," he tells her calmly.

"So, we're going together?" She asks.

"That was the plan from the beginning, right?" He returns.

She looks down, reaching towards the head of the bed to grab her jacket. "Yes, that was the plan."

"Hey. I know exactly what you're saying and yes, we're going together. Matter of fact, if it's ok with you, I want us to do everything together from now on," Rick tells her.

She smiles as she moves to stand up. "It's more than ok with me."

He positions her in between his legs as he continues to sit on the bed. "Does that mean we can pick up where we left off later tonight?"

She leans down to graze her lips softly against his. "I can't wait." She captures his lips with hers, kissing him soundly.

They both start as there is a knock at the door.

"Hey dad. Maggie's here, looking for you and Michonne," Carl announces through the door.

"Tell her we'll be right down, son," Rick relays.

Hours later, the meeting didn't end quite as they had anticipated. Pete Anderson managed to procure a knife and maneuver his way to his wife, ending her life as he mercilessly slit her throat. Others moved to grab him, Reg, Deana's husband, managing to get to him first as he was closest to him. That turned out to be fatal as well as Pete lashed out at Reg, cutting him viciously on the side of his neck.

Rick and Abe subdue Pete quickly and once they were sure he couldn't escape, Rick turns his attention to Deana as she held her husband and watched the life drain from his body. The wound seemed shallow, but Pete obviously cut a vital vein and Reg bled out quickly.

Deana's number one goal was to preserve life and provide safety inside the walls of the Safe Zone. Pete Anderson managed to dissolve that plan in a matter of minutes. She quickly recalls the conversation she had with Rick only the day before. The fact of him telling her that she has to control who lives within these walls returning to haunt her. She looks up to the man who she realizes she needs to listen to before anything like this happens again.

"Rick. Do it," she orders him.

Michonne can only watch as Rick lifts his gun and fires a single bullet into the head of the only doctor in the Safe Zone. She tries not to think of what that will mean for the citizens of the community. She wants to support Rick no matter what and focuses on the fact that Pete Anderson just murdered two people.

She returns to their home, immediately checking on a sleeping Carl and Judith. She smiles at their innocent slumbering faces and moves off to her room to shower and dress for bed. She's not sure what time Rick will be home or even if he will be allowed to come home tonight.

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Michonne is awakened by a light touch to her arm. She opens her eyes slowly, taking in the sight of Rick lying in bed next to her. She looks over at the digital clock behind him on the night stand, noting that it is well after 3 o'clock in the am. She switches on the lamp on her side and turns back to face him.

"Everything go ok? How's Deana?" She asks anxiously.

"Yes, everything is ok. I'm not sure how Deana is doing right now. She and Spencer left for home in a complete daze," he answers.

"What could Pete have been thinking? I…."

Rick cuts her off with a finger to her lips. "I only have one request right now."

Michonne nods before mumbling, "Ok."

"I want this room, this bed to be a place of sanctuary for us. No shop talk, no community issues…just you and me. You think you can handle that?"

She smiles despite her slight disappointment in wanting to hear more about what just happened. She agrees to his request, realizing that they do need something to call their own, something just for them.

They give each other another longing look just to ensure they are on the same page.

Rick eases closer to her, caressing her arm once again. He smiles and asks, "So, can I touch you again?"

"You can touch me anywhere you please," she answers. She gasps as he maneuvers his body on top of hers, resting snugly in between her legs. She lifts her head from the pillow and connects her lips to his, longing to taste him.

He returns her kiss, bringing her arms up to rest on the pillow above her head. He slowly traces his fingers down the smooth skin of her arms, stopping at her neck and shoulders before moving further down to lightly touch and squeeze her breasts, gliding to her waist, and landing at her hips, pushing his hands underneath to grab her ass.

They continue to kiss each other as he brings their lower regions in close contact, lifting her to meet the thrust of his hips. She slowly brings her arms down to drape over his shoulders, continuing to rock against him.

He breaks their kiss as he leans back, tugging at her purple pajama shorts to remove them, along with her black undies. He looks upon her womanhood, already glistening with moisture and reaches up to touch her gently, softly.

She inhales sharply, but pulls her knees up and opens wider for him as she slowly moves against his hand. She exhales deeply and watches as he lowers his body to rest on his stomach and spreads her open with his fingers. She covers her mouth to stifle a squeal as he touches his tongue to her and circles her clit slowly.

He can feel her easing away, so he grasps her by the hips to hold her in place as he laves at her core, taking his time to pleasure her. He smiles against her as she slams her hands flat against the bed and fists the sheets as her legs fall further apart and she lifts her hips to meet his caress.

"I….can't…..you….stop….don't…don't stop…." she manages to gasp out, rolling her head against the pillow. She places her hands over his and tries not to claw him as a tingling sensation starts at her core and travels through her body signaling her orgasm. She arches her back and slowly collapses, relaxing against the bed as she continues to quiver and shake.

He takes a hold of her hands with his as he kisses the inside of her thighs, allowing her to come completely down from her high. "Did you like that?"

She squeezes his hands and looks down at him. "Yes….immensely."

"Good." He moves up and over, taking the place next to her. He kisses her chastely. "Let's get some sleep."

She frowns. "Huh?" She looks pointedly at his obvious erection. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"It's late and we have an early day. I'll let you make it up to me later." Rick pulls her into his arms, allowing her to rest her head against his shoulder.

"Ok, but I have a question," she returns. With his nod, she continues, "This is us deciding to be partners in everything, right?"

"Yes, everythang," he answers.

"Well, it's just not in me to leave my partner unsatisfied while I'm basking in contentment." She reaches down slowly, touching her fingers to his tip. "If I'm happy, I want you happy."

His breath hitches with her touch. "But I am happy."

She lifts up and looks down at him, her hand encasing him warmly. "I know, but I can make you happier."