A Needed Moment (Chapter 23)

A/N: This is dedicated to the awesome starkchemistry101 aka heartosteel. She made this amazing gif set for me and I wanted to repay her for her kindness and what does she ask for….Richonne smut, so here ya go!

She stands at the foot of the bed, watching him sleep practically amazed that her slight movements didn't wake him. She smiles to herself already making a mental note to tell him that he has been slipping since they arrived at their new home.

His face is turned towards the window and the light from the moon is illuminating the room just enough for her to make out how relaxed he appears while sleeping. She takes in the dark curls against the whiteness of the pillow, his smooth brow, the long lashes, the inviting…Click!

Rick had detected a presence in the room only seconds before and grabbed his trusty python resting at his side and had it cocked, aimed and ready to fire. "Don't move."

Michonne only smiles as she is glad to admit she was wrong. He wasn't slipping after all. "I surrender… officer."

He releases the hammer on his gun immediately. "Michonne? What are you doing? Is something wrong?" He places the gun on the night stand as he tosses the comforter aside and gets out of bed, walking towards her. "The kids alright?"

His bare chest and light blue boxers have her temporarily mesmerized as she practically ignores his question until he is right upon her, looking into her eyes. "Are you ok?"

She clears her throat. "Yes, I'm ok and the kids are fine. I just….need to talk to you about something."

"Now?"

The room suddenly feels warm, so she walks over to the window and opens it. She stands there for a moment, breathing in the fresh air then turns to face him.

"Today while we were talking on the porch….the way you looked at me….I don't know. It made me wonder what would've happened if Deanna hadn't shown up," Michonne states, watching him cautiously.

He frowns slightly. "What would've happened? What do you mean?"

"If Deanna hadn't shown up, would you have kissed me?" She asks.

He allows his eyes to travel from her beautiful brown orbs to her full lips to her bountiful chest and back up again. "Would you have let me?"

Michonne is frustrated as Rick is doing that thing with his eyes again where he is completely and totally checking her out but does absolutely nothing about it. She wants him and from the looks he gives her every chance he gets, he wants her too. Why can't we just do what we feel for a change?

"Yes."

He takes one cautionary step towards her, questioning himself and this particular moment.

She drops her eyes to his bare feet, then moves up to his hairy bowed legs, the boxers covering what she has been fantasizing about for months, his flat stomach, his defined pecs, the broad shoulders, the thick neck, his inviting, smooth looking lips, and finally those intense blue eyes.

He makes his way to stand directly in front of her, only a fraction of space between them. He offers her his hand and she accepts it and allows him to pull her towards him.

She shudders as he wraps his arms around her, encasing her in his warmth. She rests her cheek against his shoulder, relishing in the reality of finally being in his arms. She snakes her arms around his waist and turns her head to place a kiss to his shoulder and then to his neck.

He drops his head and connects their lips softly, quietly. Only Michonne doesn't want soft and she certainly doesn't want to stay quiet about it. She moves her hands up his back to his shoulders and finally up into his hair where she practically palms his head and deepens their kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth to taste him to the fullest.

Rick moans as he presses her body to his, sucking her tongue into his mouth while moving a hand down to her ass to squeeze softly. He wants so badly to get lost in her, with her but doesn't want to rush her or spoil this moment in any way. He allows her to push him towards the bed where he lands on his back with her on top.

She rests between his legs as she brings her mouth to his again and they reconnect soundly. She can feel him harden against her and she knows there is no turning back now. This is what she wants and she intends to make it happen no matter what they may be facing tomorrow.

He rolls her over onto her back, adjusting their positions so that he is cradled between her thighs. His body instinctively rolls against hers and he has to wonder if this is truly happening between them. He lifts his head slowly, attempting to catch his breath. Holding her gaze, he asks, "Are we really….." He hisses as he feels her fingers caress him through the slit in his boxers. That was all the answer he needed as he starts pulling at her clothes to remove them.

Michonne can barely believe her boldness but it seems to have gotten the result she wanted. She is finally getting a taste of him and from the weight and length of what she is caressing right now, she won't be disappointed. She reluctantly removes her hand from him and lifts her upper body to remove her vest and her tank top while he yanks her pants and her panties off.

Rick stands for a moment and allows his eyes to rake her body from head to toe wishing he had more than the moon's glow to see by. He quickly reaches over, clicks on his bedside lamp and gasps as her body comes into full view. Damn. He is completely thrown off as his body tenses and he is frozen in place as he stares at her.

Michonne is suffering from no such malady just yet but she wants to join in so she grabs his boxers and pulls them off, glorifying in his nakedness just as he is glorifying in hers.

"I um….I know we're supposed to do something beforehand, but I can't….."

"Stop talking," Michonne says as she takes his hand and pulls him down on top of her. She starts to kiss him again and rolls her body against his as he responds hungrily. She knows there is no need in waiting any longer as this is what they both want so she reaches down in between them and takes hold of him once again. Only this time she guides him to her opening and gasps as he pushes in obviously needing no further encouragement.

Rick moves in inch by inch until he is finally deep inside her, her moist tightness gripping him like nothing he has felt before. He drops his forehead to her shoulder, giving himself just a few minutes to gain control over his body.

Michonne rolls her hips up while moving a hand down to his ass, squeezing him and encouraging him to move with her. She lets out a shaky breath as he begins to rock matching her rhythm. She didn't know if she would ever feel this way again and she is almost overcome with emotion as he fills her and moves in and out slowly.

Their movements grow more frantic as the sensation deepens and intensifies.

He palms a breast, moving his hand in a circular motion before he lifts his upper body, trying to go as deep as he can.

She lifts her knees to his waist, wanting to feel all of him as they continue to move in unison. She is caught by surprise and awe as her body clutches at his and she feels the beginning of an orgasm. "Oh….Oh…"

He drops his chest back to hers and kisses her passionately as he feels her sex clench around his signaling her release. He smiles inwardly, proud of the fact that he has satisfied her and on his first go round after an almost two year drought. That knowledge only makes him bold as he continues to rock against her and moves a hand in between them to finger her clit to prolong and intensify her orgasm.

She jumps as even more sparks jolt through her body with his touch. Oh my…..oh my….

Suddenly, he stiffens, his hips jerking, his breathing ragged and rapid, his sex pulsating and vibrating as his seed pours into her.

They both start to come down off their high as their bodies are completely relaxed and loose. He removes himself gently, dropping down just a fraction to rest his head against her chest. He smiles when he feels her hands in his hair.

"What does this even mean?" He asks softly.

"I don't know," she answers.

A/N: What does it mean? Suggestions?