Come and Get Your Love

Michonne looks around for one person in particular and doesn't find him. She frowns in confusion, wondering where he got off to. They were planning to leave in another half hour or more so he should be here helping to pack up. They'd be out on the road for at least two days and they would need provisions to sustain them while they were attempting to get more supplies.

She smiles at Carl as he adjusts some boxes on the back of one of the trucks all while keeping an eye on his sister who sits close by. They'd be making a stop at the Hilltop so others could join their group and Carl and Judith could spend time with Glenn, Maggie, Little Herschel, and Enid. Her son looks for any excuse to visit nowadays and they usually indulge him. Michonne is sure he'll be requesting to move to the Hilltop sooner rather than later.

She decides not to dwell on that at the moment and goes in search of her better half. She swings back and says to Carl, "Going to get your dad. Be right back." She watches as the teen nods and gives his full attention to his sister before she faces forward and walks purposely to their home.

Surprisingly, the front door is locked so she retrieves her key and enters, being sure to lock the door as it was before. Rick did that for some reason. She notices a couple of backpacks in the corner and realizes he is packed to go but obviously something detained him. She marches up the stairs to their room, turning the knob and entering slowly.

"Rick are you rea…" She stops mid-sentence as she witnesses her love sprawled in the middle of their bed, naked as the day he was born, his manhood jutting upward with slight jerks. She closes the door immediately and turns back to him speechless. She raises her eyebrows questioningly with a small smile.

She watches as his eyes light up mischievously and he props up on his elbows. "Wha….what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" He asks.

"We're packing up to leave. We don't have time….."

"We have enough time. We'll be on the road 3 days max with a group. We won't have time nor privacy then." He looks at her pointedly, his member straining for attention. He smiles slightly as her eyes land on his impressiveness and he knows she's considering it….seriously. "Come and get your love."

No other words are said or needed as Michonne removes her sword, setting it aside quietly. She lifts her shirt over her head and goes to work on her belt and pants.

Rick remains on his elbows and watches her attentively, his excitement growing as she removes her clothes and boots to stand at the foot of the bed gloriously naked. She lifts a knee and climbs toward him, her hands griping his calves and pulling his legs apart.

He gasps as she eases her body in between his thighs and drops her mouth to the tip of his manhood. She sticks her tongue out and licks him softly. He jerks excitedly in response and swallows nervously.

"Babe, you know how I love when you do that but if we're really gonna make this happen, we're gonna have to skip a couple of thangs," he tells her.

She smiles up at him. "Afraid I'll have you screaming into the pillows again?"

He sits up and wraps his arms around her waist. "If memory serves, I remember a few choice words that were much too dirty to be coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours. Is it safe to say I can give as good as I get?"

She purses her lips with a slight scowl. "You know what I think?"

"What?"

She touches her lips to his, grabs his hands and places them over her breasts. "Sometimes you talk too much."

He gives a laugh that is immediately choked off as she straddles him, aligns her body with his and slides down on him in one fluid movement. He squeezes her breasts while simultaneously capturing her mouth with his, slipping his tongue inside, and pushing his hips upward to delve deeper inside. His hands rove down to her hips, splaying widely as he grabs her and rocks with her languidly.

She clutches his shoulders, pulling him in to deepen their kiss, closing her eyes as they move together. She reaches up, pushing her hands into his hair. She tilts her head and breathes him in, the feel of his tongue against hers and his body inside hers making her feel light and adrift.

He kisses her hungrily, never getting enough of her no matter how many times they come together. He moves his hands to her ass and squeezes roughly, her moisture clutching at him and driving him insane. He can feel his sac drawing up with a tightness, pressure building and he knows he's close. He breaks their kiss and latches onto her neck as he finds her clit and starts to massage it.

She gasps. "What are you doing? Ahh…" She clings to him even more and responds to his ministrations by moving faster. "No….no fair."

He smiles against her skin as she throws her head back with a strangled whimper, her body shaking with orgasm. He drops his head lower and takes an erect nipple into his mouth, suckling with determination as he allows her to reach full release.

She feels like a puppet in his arms as he flips her over, slides an arm beneath one of her thighs, and slams into her with purpose. One hand goes to his waist while the other clutches at a bicep. She clings to him as he has his way with her. The firmness of his skin, the way he fills her, his hips rocking against hers, the sheer masculinity of him has her chasing another peak. She lifts her hips, rolling them as she pulls him in over and over again.

He shudders as her body gloves him, her moisture audible as their bodies slap against each other cultivating in pants, gasps, groans, and moans from both. He allows her leg to drop to the bed as he splays a hand at her hip and encourages her to turn over. He eyes her hungrily as she lifts onto her knees, dropping her chest to the bed while offering him her perfectly rounded ass.

He licks his lips and places his hands at her hips before sliding into her with ease, closing his eyes as her moist warmth surrounds him. "Damn." His eyes pop open with a gasp when she pushes back against him, clutching his length with purpose. He sucks in a breath before meeting her push with one of his own. They rock together rhythmically, back and forth, thrust and grind, until his hips jerk against hers. His breaths are harsh and shaky as his body stiffens while his member throbs and pulsates, his seed spurting inside.

He removes his body from hers and collapses on his side, feeling deliciously drained. He opens his eyes when he feels her lips on his.

"No time to rest. We've got stuff and thangs to do. Let's go," she informs him as she exits the bed and walks into the adjoining bathroom.

He turns onto his back and looks up at the ceiling, unable to contain the goofy grin that spreads across his face. He relishes in their lovemaking for a few seconds more, admiring the telltale fluids that coat his manhood then drags himself out of bed.

Several minutes later, they have joined the others by the gate. Rick tosses his bags onto the back of the truck and Carl asks, "What took you two so long?"

Michonne smiles shyly as she quietly walks away, leaving her love to answer their son's question.