A/N: For the Richonnefics' Richonne Married Life Challenge.

June 27, 2016 (Day 2)

Honeymoon

Rick stares at his wife's perfectly rounded butt as she stands on their balcony overlooking the shallow, blue green water that surrounds their hut. They'd taken a cruise line to this remote little island and will spend three wonderful days here on the water and he is loving every minute of it. He never imagined that getting married again would feel this good but he is happier than he can ever recall being in his life. She brings out the playful, adventurous side of him and he wants to explore everything with her.

He continues to lounge in bed, gloriously naked, hoping the heat from his stare will draw her attention back to him. When that doesn't work, he quietly gets out of bed and makes his way to her, wrapping his arms around her with a squeeze, delighting in her giggle and her gasp when she realizes he is naked.

"Rick. What are you doing?" She can't help the laugh that bubbles up. Her husband has absolutely no shame. She doesn't know if she should be annoyed or completely turned on.

"Wondering why this water is so fascinating when you've got a naked man in your bed with a raging hard….."

She turns to face him, placing a finger against his lips. "Didn't I just leave our bed? There's no way you're…." She trails off as he thrusts into her and she realizes that he is indeed ready for more. "Oh…." The shape her mouth forms is just the invitation he needs as he places his lips on hers and slips his tongue inside.

He allows his hands to drop to her butt and palms her before lifting her up, her legs circling his waist, and carrying her back to bed.

Hours later, the sunlight is waning and she realizes they have spent their first official day on the island in bed. She looks over to her resting husband, wondering if he has finally tired himself out with that performance he recently put on. She understands that this is the number one activity on most honeymoons but Rick has been like a man on a mission.

She gives him a gentle shake. When he gives her a soft 'hmmm', she tells him, "I'm going to prepare dinner now. You know food, sustenance. We do need to eat. And tomorrow we're going horseback riding on the beach." She makes a move to vacate the bed but he grabs her, burrowing his face between her breasts before latching on to one.

"Oh no you don't. You were just sleeping and I'm hungry."

"Me too," he answers as he moves lower.

She laughs. "Don't. Stop it right now. I'm serious. We need to eat…..food!" She grasps his face with both hands, lifting his head. "What has gotten into you? Do you realize we've practically made love nonstop since we got here?"

"Really? How many times?"

She rolls her eyes at him. "I'm not saying."

"I know you know because you've counted. Only you would keep up with stuff like that."

"Whatever!" She scrambles out of bed and makes a mad dash for the bathroom, locking the door as she hears the knob rattling. She breathes a sigh of relief fathoming she just did make it inside. His ass was actually in pursuit. She takes the time to shower then walks into their bedroom moving straight to their luggage that she hasn't had the privilege of unpacking yet.

Her husband lies back in bed, watching her with 'come hither' eyes. She avoids his gaze. "You may as well take a shower and get dressed. We're going to have dinner in a bit. Ok love?"

"Ok." He stands up, making a spectacle of himself as he stretches long and soundly. He walks toward her slowly and retrieves a couple of items from the open suitcase. Her heart races as she watches him, wondering how he can still affect her at this level after all their time together. She gives herself a little shake and with the closing of the bathroom door lets out the breath she didn't even know she was holding.

She dresses casually and hurries to the kitchen to start dinner. Anything to occupy her mind because he is going to regulate her to a nympho at this rate.

Almost an hour later, they are seated at the dining room table and she is trying her best not to laugh. He entered the kitchen sans clothes after his shower, asking if there was anything he could help with but she politely declined and told him he could look over the brochures and help plan their day out on tomorrow. Now he sits across from her still naked and she can't carry on a conversation without wanting to laugh.

"I can't take this any more. What are you hoping to accomplish by walking around naked all the time?"

"Am I making you uncomfortable? I don't get to do this at home so why not here on my honeymoon where it's completely expected?" He answers. "You know you could always join me." His lips tremble as he tries to hold back a smile.

"So what are we doing besides horseback riding tomorrow?"

"I suppose we could do a little sightseeing, take a boat out to swim or parasail. How does that sound?" He asks.

"It sounds wonderful," she returns, happy that he finally seems to be on the same page as she is….with some things anyway. Curiosity piques again and she hates to bring the subject back to that but she has to know. "So am I just that desirable or are you just that horny?"

He lifts his brows with a comical expression. "Both. Plus how awesome would it be for you to get pregnant on our honeymoon?"

She gasps. "Pregnant?!"

"Yes pregnant. Don't you want a baby?"

She blinks several times, trying to comprehend the conversation. "I mean…..yeah. We talked about it but I thought you meant later on." Visions of his insatiable appetite as of late materialize in her head, resulting in a rising temperature and her body readying itself for his.

"I told you. I want to share everythang with you and wouldn't that be the ultimate adventure?"

She swallows with difficulty as she tries to hold her emotions at bay. "Rick Grimes, you are changing my mind about everything. You always….surprise me."

"Is that a good thang or a bad thang?"

"It's the best thang ever," she answers as she lifts to a stand and pulls her shirt over her head. She slowly removes an article of clothing as she makes her way to him just as naked as he is. He pushes his chair back and she straddles him right there at the table, lowering her mouth to his. "Let's make a baby."