A Few Minutes More

A/N: A request from lovelyshmi. Thank you. I must admit I don't know if I did justice with this story. What we witnessed between them in 7x05 is beyond exceptional but I hope you enjoy this all the same.

Michonne can only stand by and watch as Rick tries to convince Carl that he is needed on the run to procure supplies for when the Saviors return. The slight guilt she feels tries to grow as she wonders if she should travel with Rick as well. She knows it would make him feel better but she hasn't arrived at that place yet. She hopes she will get there for his sake and her own, but right now, she just needs to take this time and think things through.

Rick eventually drops his head and exits the room when he realizes he is not getting through to his son. Michonne follows closely behind, toying with her necklace thoughtfully.

She stops only inches away from him, looking into his worrisome blue eyes, wanting to reassure him in some way. She watches as he retrieves a walkie from his bag and hands it to her.

"If you change your mind," he tells her. "…..we're headed north."

She accepts the walkie and brings her eyes back to his. "Good luck."

He nods quickly and leans toward her. "See you soon." He puts a hand to her waist and attempts to kiss her cheek, but she stops him with a hand to his cheek. He is almost afraid to look into her eyes, afraid of what he might see.

Michonne brings his face back to hers, searching his eyes before she drops her gaze to his lips. She knows things haven't been the best, but she has to reassure him that she still believes in him, still has faith in him. She caresses his cheek softly before taking a step closer, tilting her head just a fraction before placing her lips on his.

Rick wants to melt into her as she tastes him, carefully, quietly, thoroughly. He didn't realize how much he missed this between them. His hand tightens slightly at her waist before he glides to her back, his other hand moving in to pull her closer. He allows her to lead, but gives just as much as he receives.

She kisses him once, twice more before resting a hand on his chest and then his bicep. She breathes him in, closing her eyes as she drops her forehead to his. She didn't realize how much she needed that. She gives a slight smile when she feels his hand on her ass.

"Thank you."

She opens her eyes and looks up at him. "How much time do you have?" She kisses him gently. "Can I have a few minutes more?"

He clears his throat. "Yes."

She grabs his hand and leads him to their bedroom. She closes the door and locks it before resting her back against it as she faces him.

He drops his bag to the floor and steps into her waiting embrace where they resume kissing and caressing each other. Her hands find his belt buckle and she proceeds to unbutton and unzip his pants. He gasps and breaks their kiss as she pushes her hand inside and strokes his manhood with skilled fingers. She pushes him backward toward their blanketed pallet on the floor and they both drop to their knees.

She toes off her boots but never breaks their kiss and keeps her hand buried in his crotch. His hands latch onto her belt and they both start tugging at the others pants. They finally break apart and rid themselves of their lower material barriers. She grasps his shirt and pulls at it, unsnapping the snap buttons consecutively. He pushes her shirt up, kissing her smooth soft abdomen as he exposes her flesh.

She pulls him to her, spreading her legs so he can rest comfortably. He gasps as their exposed skin connects, warmth against warmth and he instinctively grinds against her. She answers with a hip gyration and captures his mouth again. He drops a hand to her sex, already knowing what he will encounter but driven to confirm just how much she wants him. He shudders as his fingers glide across her dripping center. He caresses her gently before grasping his manhood and sliding into her effortlessly.

Michonne closes her eyes as he connects them, pushing her hips upward, basking in the exquisiteness of his body melding with hers. Her eyes pop open at the smacking sound Rick makes only to witness him, sucking her moisture from his fingers. They rock together, wanting to go slow but finding they can't. The sensation they create drives them to move faster, their bodies coming together again….and again.

She can feel herself getting closer and closer to release. She was right there when Rick suddenly pulls back and grabs her hips, turning her over onto her stomach. Before she could even attempt to berate him for interrupting her climax, he fills her from behind, telling her to lift up to her knees. She does just as he requests and groans loudly as he feels even better in this position.

Rick holds on firmly to her hips, pushing into her over and over, the sweat glistening all over his body as he works relentlessly to satisfy her. He slams into her beautiful, voluptuous ass, licking his lips as he grunts, trying to hold his release at bay. Her soft whimpers, her rapid breathing, and her clenching sex alert him to her fulfillment. She places a hand at his thigh and squeezes as she continues to grind against him even though she is breathless and spent. He rocks again and again and jerks to a shuddering release, his body feeling suspended as he spills his seed.

He drops to his side, bringing her with him, her back to his chest as they lay there, breathing heavily as they slowly recover. He leans forward and kisses her shoulder softly. She reaches behind her and runs her fingers through his hair gently.

A knock at the door makes them both jump with surprise.

"Yeah," Rick yells.

"Dad, Aaron's here. He said you were supposed to meet him at the RV twenty minutes ago," Carl returns through the door.

Rick sighs. "I'll be right there." He gives Michonne's butt a gentle squeeze before grabbing his pants to get dressed.

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Michonne runs her conversation with Carl over in her head once again and it made her realize where her place is in all of this. Instead of going out into the fields for the day, she found herself taking one of the cars and driving north. Rick and Aaron couldn't have gotten too far ahead of her so she doesn't bother to use the walkie to find out where they are.

Several minutes later, she finds the RV pulled up to an old convenience store. She exits the car and was just about to walk inside when she detects the telltale noise of a walker, more than one to be exact. She draws her sword and moves to the rear of the store only to find Rick and Aaron back to back fighting a small group of the dead. She knows they can handle it but rushes toward them all the same and slices to the left and to the right until the threat is eliminated.

Rick smiles when he sees her, his relief more palpable than she'll ever know. "Changed your mind?"

"Something like that," she answers.

Aaron smiles with them, admiring the two warrior lovers. He looks at the walker bodies surrounding them and knows he only got one or two of them. Rick and Michonne handled the rest. That only intensifies his faith in them. He knows things are bleak now but if anyone can get them out of their current situation, it's Rick and Michonne. They will do it and they will do it together.