The First Morning After
A/N: 1st installment for the Richonnefics' #richonnefirsts challenge on Tumblr.
The quiet room begins to fill with light as the sun slowly begins its ascent into the sky. Rick Grimes opens his eyes with a smile as the soothing scents of his surroundings assail him. The softly scented sheets, the faint but pleasant aroma drifting throughout the entire room, and the distracting hint of fragrance coming from the warm body next to his.
He looks over as she slumbers peacefully, allowing his eyes to take in what little he could see in the dimness. He remembers her skin, her body...the texture, the taste, the tone when he allowed himself to partake of every inch of her the night before. He pushes his body towards the headboard, his back resting against the cushioned fabric and a couple of pillows and watches her as the room slowly grows brighter.
Her face is turned away, so he takes in her long dark coils splayed across her pillow, her shoulder, and down her bare back. The sheet is bunched at her waist and a beautiful brown thigh is peeping out on the opposite side. He feels himself react and decides he should probably do something to cool off especially after the marathon of lovemaking they'd had. They were both insatiable, but he doesn't want to overdo it.
He rises from the bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor as he walks to the adjoining bathroom. He emerges moments later to see the room illuminated with even more light from the rising sun. He looks toward the sheer curtains and glides to the windows to get a better view. Spectacular he thinks to himself as he watches the city of Atlanta come alive from her high-rise apartment floor to ceiling pane. He'd been to her place plenty of times before but for some reason the view has taken on a lot more meaning now.
He turns back to the woman in bed and his heart starts to race as he realizes he's falling in love with her. He takes a deep breath and releases it as he returns his gaze to the world outside.
Michonne Hawthorne opens her eyes with a couple of lazy blinks and locks in on the sight at the window. He is standing with his broad-shouldered back to her, his dark boxers hugging him snugly, his brown curls wild and unruly. She smiles almost shyly as the memories of his mouth and hands on her return. She can still feel his possession like no other and she cannot wait to experience it again.
She turns onto her back, pulling the sheets to cover her breasts. "Good morning."
The object of her desire turns to face her and smiles so wide that his eyes sparkle. "Good mornin'."
"How are you?" She can feel her face spread with happiness as his smile is so infectious.
"I'm great. Never better. You?"
She nods slowly, unable to keep her eyes from roving his body, head to toe. "Better than great. Are you hungry?"
"I'm starvin'." He attempted to keep his desire checked but the glow in her toffee brown eyes tells him that she is just as hungry as he is.
Her body is immobile as he walks toward her with a slight predatory gait, lifts the sheets and climbs into bed beside her.
He wraps an arm around her waist, holding her close. "We could get dressed and drive to Dale's for breakfast or we could prepare something here or we could just stay in bed and feast on each other."
An actual tremor roams through her body at the deep vibration of his voice. She couldn't utter a word even if she wanted to, so she answers him with a caressing hand on his chest and her lips at his neck.