Chapter Three
Michonne awoke to the scent of what she knew to be Rick's famous pancakes. She looked at her phone to see it was late in the morning, surprising her since she was usually an early riser.
She climbed out of bed and crept to use the bathroom and brush her teeth. She freshened her body up quickly and came back into the bedroom area. She pulled open a drawer to access the clothes that she and Rick unpacked in between one of their sessions overnight. She pulled on a t-shirt and panties to cover her naked body then she went to find her man.
Her entrance hadn't been noticed by Rick yet since he faced away from her, so she just stood and admired him. She loved when he was bare chested, barefoot and cooking. His pajama bottoms sat low on his hips, revealing his lower back dimples. Thoughts of her resting her heels in them while he plunged into her sprang to mind.
Michonne came up behind Rick and pressed herself to his back while he faced the stove. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his back.
"Mmm, you're finally awake." Rick rubbed one of her arms while he flipped a pancake with the other.
"Well, someone did put me to sleep last night." They both giggled.
"Happy Thanksgiving."
"Oh yeah, Happy Thanksgiving." Michonne responded.
"Brunch in bed?" Rick suggested.
"Yes, please."
Michonne released him and he turned around after he took the food off the griddle. When Rick saw what Michonne was wearing he moaned. He knew she'd put this on for him. He loved the sight of her in small cheeky panties with a tight white tee so that her dark areolas could be seen through it.
He reached out for her before she could get further from him. Once she was close enough he leaned down to kiss her lips, tasting the spearmint from her recent brushing. Michonne whimpered and slid her hand up to rub his chest.
Rick pushed her back into the island, kissing her more firmly. He ran his hands under the bottom of her shirt against her taut stomach. Michonne was getting comfortable, ready for this to progress but suddenly… her stomach growled. They both pulled back slightly to laugh at the loud sound.
"Maybe, I should feed you first."
"I will need my energy." She winked.
"You're right about that." Rick licked his lips while slightly tilting his head at her.
Whenever he gave her that look, vibrations struck her core. She was about to say eating could wait for later but then her stomach griped again. They both laughed once more and Rick patted the sides of her thigh and stepped back.
"Go get in the bed, I'll bring your plate."
"Yes, Sir."
Rick had to calm himself after that response but he couldn't resist watching her ass wiggle around the corner.
He began to prepare their plates. Pancakes, eggs, turkey bacon and fresh fruit on the side. He poured them each a mimosa he had made in a pitcher. He carried the beverages over to Michonne, handing her the glasses then went back for their meals. Rick climbed in the bed across from Michonne so they could face one another as they ate. He watched as Michonne dug in and moaned when she tasted his homemade pancakes made from scratch.
"These are so good, every time. I don't even know what you do to them." She complimented then took another bite.
Rick smiled. "Nothing special. I've offered to teach you."
"Uh, no thanks. I think they taste this good since I don't have to make them." She joked and they chuckled in between bites.
"What do you wanna do today?"
Michonne shrugged her shoulders in response so Rick went on.
"The main part of the resort has lots of activities. Or we could go on a hike?"
Michonne ate as though she was starved but took a break to respond. "A hike? Like out there in the wilderness? In Teton National Park?"
Rick scratched his eyebrow and smiled. "Uh yeah."
"Did you see the bear depictions in the airport?" she stared at him and Rick nearly choked on his food when he began to laugh.
"Fine, I can get the booklet with other stuff and things available. We could go to that square we passed with the horned arch."
"Maybe, it seems like a good photo op."
He ate his last bite then climbed out of bed to get the pamphlet.
The alert signal on their phones began to buzz. Michonne grabbed her phone to see what it was for.
"Winter weather alert." She announced. Rick came to sit next to her so he could look over her shoulder at the screen.
"It's saying a snowstorm will be here in a few hours." She looked to him.
"How bad?"
"Six to eight inches."
"I guess you don't have to worry about bears now." Rick smirked and Michonne playfully elbowed him.
"Good thing you had so much food delivered."
"Yeah."
"I wonder if it'll be cleared up for our flight back."
"Don't worry about that now. If we spend another day, another one after that, it's fine."
"Rick, we should get back. We have classes to teach." Michonne worried but Rick just shrugged.
"Look they'll be fine without us for a few days. We have vacation days; it doesn't matter if it takes a little longer for us to return." He rubbed her thigh to convince her.
"A few more days could be good…" She acquiesced while feeding him her last piece of bacon.
Michonne downed her glass of mimosa then passed the empty stemware to Rick before she climbed out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Rick looked at her puzzled.
"To shower." Michonne smiled sexily over her shoulder before stepping into the bathroom knowing that Rick wouldn't be too far behind her.
She turned on the shower to let it warm. Once Rick stepped into the bathroom she turned to face him and began to pull her t-shirt up over her head throwing it to the floor.
Rick felt his dick instantly stiffen at the sight of her full perky tits on display. Even after all the times he'd seen her naked, he was still fascinated like it was the first time again. He watched as she slid her panties down her shapely thighs then stepped out of them. Michonne stepped into the shower motioning with her finger for Rick to follow her. He removed his pajama pants as quickly as he could and walked over to join his woman.
Michonne stepped under the rainfall showerhead and let the water run down her body. While Rick palmed his dick and slowly took in the site of her body being wet so it glistened. Michonne ran her hands over her body, starting at her hips coming up to her waist then stomach before grasping her wet breasts. Rick was hardening from his observation of Michonne pinching her own nipples. He tilted his head to the side before instructing her.
"Play with yourself."
Michonne was all too happy to oblige, placing one of her feet on the seat of the shower so she'd have better access. She strummed her clitoris.
"Mmm." She moaned and rubbed herself deeper still.
Michonne slid a finger inside herself and hissed. Rick licked his lips, enjoying the show and was conflicted between letting her continue or taking over the reins. But he couldn't take it anymore when she bit her lip and added a second digit.
He stalked over to her pulling her fingers out and inserted them into his mouth. Michonne loved that Rick always wanted to taste her. It turned her on immensely to watch him suck her fingers clean of her juices.
Michonne pulled her fingers free and replaced them with her tongue. The two of them battled for dominance. Michonne pulling Rick under the water with her. After his hair was thoroughly soaked, she stepped them from under the water.
Rick moved away from the kiss and spun Michonne around so her back was to him. He grasped her hips to pull her succulent ass against his member that pulsed for entry into her. Michonne took his hands and lead them to her breasts letting him know what she wanted. Rick massaged her mounds, pinching her slippery pebbles so that she trembled in his hands.
"What do you want?" Rick questioned her but she couldn't manage to answer while he aroused her.
"What do you want Chonne?" Rick released one of her breasts to trail his hand down to her sex. The water allowed him to rub her clit until it was rigid and her body squirmed.
"Oh fuck!" she screamed taking advantage of their lack of close neighbors to loosen her inhibitions.
"That's not an answer. Tell me what you want."
Rick took his hand away from her clit and pushed her body away from his slightly so he could get the right angle and slapped her ass.
"Shit!" Michonne exclaimed, loving when Rick dominated her.
Michonne could only just get the words out. "I want you to fuck me in this shower."
"You're a bad girl. Why did you take so long to answer me?"
'Whack'
Michonne thought she'd come right then and there when he smacked her ass the second time.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry who?" he spanked her again and rubbed the sting away.
"Sorry, Professor Grimes."
Rick growled loving when she called him that. He lifted her leg onto the seat, he grabbed his dick lining himself up then slammed into her soaking pussy. Michonne tried to hold onto the tiled walls as well as she could while Rick hammered into her.
"Fuck me, Professor Grimes." she begged.
Rick increased his pace so that their moistened skin slapped at each impact.
"Chonne, you feel so fucking good." Michonne tightened her muscles involuntarily, her orgasm on the brink.
"Shit- you keep squeezing me like that and I'm gonna come." Rick groaned.
"This pussy can make you come?" she retorted.
"You know it does."
Michonne began to give as good as she was getting, bouncing her ass back into his pelvis.
The sounds of Rick and Michonne breathing hard echoed above the resonances of the shower. Rick could feel her slowing down unable to keep her rhythm, it always happened right before her release. So he reached around and stroked her bud sending a shockwave through her body that caused her to cry out.
Rick got a renewed energy and he pulled out. He turned a wobbly Michonne around lifting her so her back pressed against the wall. He reinserted himself into her soaked entrance.
Michonne was shocked for a moment by Rick picking her up so quickly in the wet shower. But once he impaled her again, she fell back into bliss. She gripped his shoulders as he continued to slam into her.
She kissed Rick hard, shoving her tongue into his mouth as he pulled a second orgasm from her. Michonne dug her nails into Rick's shoulder when her body was racked with shudders. Rick cried out and slammed into her once more before he came hard enough to cross his eyes. He had to let her down for fear that he'd drop her.
Rick placed a palm on the wall for balance standing over Michonne. She steadied her breathing with her back still against the wall.
Michonne giggled. "I'm going to be so sore by the end of this trip."
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." He looked at her apologetically.
"Baby, its fine." She said as she rubbed his chest to alleviate his guilt.
"Let me get the soap and we can actually bathe." They both chuckled as Rick carefully made his way out of the shower.
Spring break was usually a fun relaxing time for Michonne. She'd go on a trip to someplace the college students wouldn't normally visit, like Vermont. Or she'd simply stay home and catch up on television shows, movies and books she never had time to indulge in.
This year was different, she had road tripped with Rick to King County, Georgia to meet his mother. Michonne had spoken to Rick's mother, Patricia who preferred to be called Patty, a few times but she was still racked with nerves.
Michonne had chosen to drive, hoping to release that nervous energy. Rick had slept while she sped down I-16 W, she'd taken his comfort as reassurance and tried to calm herself.
"Are you sure it's okay for us to both stay here in your mother's house?" Michonne asked as they walked up the steps to Rick's childhood home.
"Of course, my mother would be offended if we got a hotel. Besides it was her idea we come for the break." Rick responded as she carried their bags. He pulled out his key to unlock the door but the doorknob turned when he twisted it and he sighed. He held the door open for Michonne and him to enter.
"Mama!" Rick yelled into the house. "Didn't I tell you to lock the front door?" Frustrated at his mother's actions.
"Richard James Grimes! Who do you think you are speaking to?" a short woman with stylish grey hair appeared at the top of the staircase. Michonne giggled at Rick who looked thoroughly chastised as his cheeks reddened.
"Mama, I'm sorry." Rick apologized after sitting their bags down. Patricia made her way down the stairs with the use of a cane.
"I just don't want anything to happen to you." His mother stopped in front of him and he leaned down to kiss her cheek. Patricia rubbed his cheek in return.
"I see you shaved that awful beard down. I was beginning to forget what was under there." Rick sighed then smirked while Michonne unsuccessfully hid her laugh. Patricia turned her attention to her now making her sober up quickly.
"Oh my lord, you are even more gorgeous in person." She took Michonne's hand.
"Thank you." Michonne squeezed her hand and blushed.
"You did good this time Richard, some of your old girlfriends…" She trailed off and rolled her eyes as she walked Michonne past Rick into the sitting room.
Patricia leaned in to mutter to Michonne. "Remind me to tell you about the debacle that was Lori Wayne. And how I had to save him from that girl Jessie something or other." Michonne looked back to Rick who was following them while rubbing his forehead in shame.
"Michonne, have a seat." Patricia offered.
"Thank you for welcoming me to your lovely home, Ms. Patricia." Michonne stated after sitting on the couch.
"Oh no, call me Patty. I insist."
"How about Ms. Patty? My parents would kill me otherwise."
Patty smiled brightly and turned to her son.
"Very good job!" Michonne smiled.
Michonne made sure to wear a nice floral wrap dress and flats wanting to make a good impression even though Rick told her anything would be okay. Rick wore his favorite denim shirt and black faded jeans; he came around to sit but his mother had a new directive.
"Richard, please go get us some lemonade."
Rick was able to catch himself before he could collapse into his seat. He rolled his eyes and headed to the kitchen.
Ms. Patty snickered. "You have to keep them on their toes."
"I'll remember that." Michonne and her both laughed.
"While Rick's out of the room, may I ask a question?"
"Sure, doesn't guarantee I'll answer though. I still need to keep some of my secrets." Patty joked and Michonne smiled.
"Well…is it okay for us to stay in the house together? I just don't want to offend you. If you aren't comfortable."
"Oh no, Honey. You two are grown adults." Patty looked around for Rick and leaned across to whisper to Michonne.
"Truth be told. Richard's late father and I cohabitated before marriage too." She winked at Michonne and sat back as Rick returned with their drinks.
"What I miss?" Rick asked as he handed the ladies the glasses. Both women looked at each other and burst out laughing. While Rick wore a perplexed expression on his face not getting the joke.
"Richard, please take the bags up to your old room while Michonne and I get a better acquainted." Rick sighed again and looked to Michonne who nodded that she was okay.
"No problem." Rick stated and departed. The women cackled as he went up the stairs.
From this introduction, Michonne knew that she didn't need to be nervous at all. Ms. Patty and her would get along just fine.
Rick and Michonne had ultimately decided to stay in, relax and cook a small Thanksgiving dinner together. Their favorite R&B playlist softly emanated from the portable speaker they brought with them. Michonne was in the kitchen putting seasoned Cornish hens that she filled with stuffing in the oven. Her grandmothers' version of potato salad was in the fridge getting cold, kale simmered in a pot with a smoked turkey wing wrapped in cheese cloth for flavor. All she needed to prepare was the sweet potato soufflé.
As she was peeling the skin off the yams the door opened. Michonne looked up from the island to see Rick coming in shaking snow from his hair and stomping slush from his boots.
"It's really starting to come down out there." Rick informed her.
"I see you got the fire wood."
"Yeah, they had some for sale at the main house. So I didn't have to chop any." Rick sat the wood down near the fireplace, then returned to remove his coat.
"Damn, that was a missed opportunity. I can just imagine you with an axe."
"Yeah?" Rick walked over to wash his hands after removing his boots.
"Oh, yeah." She got a glazed over look in her eye." The sound of you grunting when you swing it…mmm." Michonne moaned and Rick chuckled.
"Matter of fact, you can practice by cutting up these yams for me." She batted her eyelashes at him while handing the knife over. Rick pecked her lips and took the knife and began cutting.
"Can you grab the apples for me? I'll start the pie after I get this done." Rick asked.
"Oh, I could hear that for the rest of my life." Michonne danced her way back in the counter with the bag of fruit.
Rick raised an eyebrow at her. "Hmm, is that right?"
"You-" she pointed at Rick then at herself. "-making me pies… after you get something done." She closed her eyes and licked her lips.
Rick felt the blood rushing to his nether region as he watched her tongue jet out to moisten her lips.
"That could be arranged."
Michonne was sauntering over to Rick ready to kiss him when his cell phone rang, the tone signaling it was his mother.
"Uh, hold that thought." Michonne reached into his back pocket to retrieve the phone. And accepted the call placing it on speaker.
"Hey, Mama!"
"Hi, Ms. Patty!"
"Happy Thanksgiving! I was waiting for a call from you two all day." Patricia's southern twang came through loud and clear.
"Happy Thanksgiving." Rick and Michonne said back in unison.
"What are you up to Ms. Patty?" Michonne asked while Rick put the vegetables on the boil.
"Oh, just relaxing now. I just came home from the Neudermeyer's house. That Susie made all kinds of pasta and I'm stuffed. She got a new pasta maker, she wouldn't shut up about it. She is so frustrating at times but she's been my friend for so long." Ms. Patty sighed then continued.
"But what are you kids even doing answering the phone? You should be rolling around after Richard's-" Rick quickly interrupted his mother his heart beginning to pound.
"Mother, Michonne and I are cooking dinner. Right now." he emphasized.
"Uh- …Oh! Oh my lord, sorry."
"You don't have to apologize, Ms. Patty. Your wonderful son is actually finishing off the last of the meal. Have I ever told you that I love the fact that you taught him to cook?" Rick and his mother laughed then.
"Well, I knew one day that Richard would need to be ready for a future where…" Rick coughed hard.
"Uh Mama, I'm gonna need Michonne to check on the hens."
"Rick, I set the timer." Michonne raised an eyebrow at him.
"You know what you are right, Honey. Go ahead and finish your dinner but know I expect to hear from you Richard or I will call you." Rick rolled his eyes as he sliced the apples.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Have a good night, Ms. Patty."
"I will and you two don't eat too much so you can't roll around later." Rick's eyes bulged out and Michonne couldn't hold back a laugh but managed to cover her mouth.
"Good night Mama!" Rick sternly stated.
"Good night." Patty responded and the line went dead.
"Why were you being so snippy with your mom?"
Rick exhaled, finished with the fruit and headed to the fridge to get the other ingredients needed for his apple pie.
"I wasn't." Michonne tipped her head towards him and blinked.
"Alright, maybe I was. But it's all fun for you when she's saying wild things, making me blush."
"Ms. Patty is cut up. You know I love her, especially when she makes you blush." Rick smiled.
Michonne moved closer to Rick to press her body against his back. She wrapped her arms around his waist and watched him use his hands to mix the apples, sugars and spices.
"Too bad I don't have time to make pie crust from scratch. We'll just have to cope with store bought." Rick stated as he poured the filling into the pie tin.
"Do you know how much I love you?" Michonne hugged him, pressing her face into his back.
"I'm starting to wonder if it's really me or my cooking?"
"Oh, your cooking was definitely a deciding factor." They both giggled.
"I love you too." Rick stated while adding butter then creating a lattice top with strips of dough he had already sliced.
When his task was complete, Michonne released him so he could wash his hands. She went to drain her yams and began to smash them.
"We should call your folks."
"Yeah, you're right." Michonne agreed and Rick retrieved his phone and dialed her parents' home phone on speaker.
"Richard! Happy Thanksgiving!" Michonne's father, Roger bellowed through the receiver.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Sir! Michonne is here on speaker, she's making your award-winning sweet potato soufflé."
"Excellent! Just like her Daddy." Rick and Michonne could hear the sounds of music and background conversations coming through the phone.
"Everyone, it's Michonne and Richard!" A chorus of "Hey's", "Hi's", "Hello's" and "Happy Thanksgiving's" poured through the phone.
"I miss you guys!" Michonne shouted back and pouted.
Michonne's mother, Josephine's voice came through next. "Sugar, don't worry we will see you for the next holiday. I just want you to enjoy that cabin." Michonne's jaw dropped from her parent's knowledge of her location and Rick just smiled at her.
"Hi Ms. Jo."
"Hi, Rick. You taking care of my baby?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm preparing her meal as we speak." Rick held the phone so he and Michonne could listen while she mixed the ingredients for the dish.
"Well, that's good. Let me get back in here. Your cousins Ty, Sasha, Noah and Connie are about to play spades. I can't miss that. Connie and Sasha get them every time."
"Not today, Aunt Jo!" Michonne could hear Ty's baritone voice in the background.
"Yeah, right! Everyday!" Sasha's voice was next.
Josephine's voice returned to close out the conversation with Michonne and Rick. "Love you both and we will see you soon!"
"We will, love you too." Rick and Michonne announced. Rick hung up while Michonne placed the pan in the oven along with Rick's pie.
After her task was complete, Michonne walked over to the chaises and marveled while looking out the glass windows.
"Wow, the snow is really coming down now..."
Rick finished stirring the pot of greens, then came to stand behind Michonne and embraced her placing his chin on her shoulder. She squeezed his arms and they swayed to Mint Condition's 'You Send Me Swinging' while they watched the snowfall together.
Rick and Michonne laid in bed stomachs full and sated after a round of lovemaking. They laid on their sides facing the windows, Rick big spoon to Michonne's little one.
"This whole trip is amazing." Michonne uttered. "Thank you baby."
"You are worthy of so much more." Rick kissed her shoulder.
"So are you." She pulled his hand up to her lips and kissed it. Their breaths were in sync as they enjoyed the lightened picturesque snowfall.
"I hope you are not too homesick. I saw you get a little blue when we called your family."
"Yeah, I did. I'm just so used to spending the holidays with them."
"I still can't believe you've never missed one." Rick sat up on his elbow and Michonne rolled to her back to face him.
"Since my dad was a professor and my mom was a librarian, we always were a bit 'well off' compared to some others. Since we had the biggest house, it was always a given that my family came there. But even when I was a kid and we lived in a one-bedroom apartment, everyone came there too. Cramped in, hot, not enough seats, kids running around..." Michonne mused.
"But we'd dance, crack jokes, play cards and eat until we were stuffed."
"Yeah, I remember last year. I thought I would explode and I looked up to see you dancing. I couldn't believe you and your cousins were really doing every line dance known to man." Rick and Michonne chuckled.
"Helps with digestion."
"Must've, I didn't think you'd have space to fit a slice of my pie in your stomach."
"But when I did…" Michonne closed her eyes and moaned.
Rick rubbed her cheek with his thumb. "My pie was that good?"
"Everything you give me is that good." Michonne reached up to run a hand through his hair pulling his lips to hers.
They kissed gently until Rick pulled away to chuckle and Michonne raised an eyebrow.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm just thinking about how each time I was introduced to someone at your parents' house, they all said 'The Famous Rick Grimes' as they shook my hand or patted my shoulder. They both laughed.
"They were so embarrassing." Michonne palmed her face.
"It's almost like someone was running around shouting my praises all over town." Rick smiled.
Michonne shrugged her shoulders "Maybe, I had talked you up a little bit. Don't get a big head."
"Oh, I've got a big head for you." Rick took her hand and placed it on his cock.
"Ohh, The Famous Rick Grimes." Michonne demurely stated.
The temperature between them rose so quickly from the simplest actions.
Rick proceeded to pull the sheet down to expose Michonne's breasts. He was delighted to find them rigid already. He leaned down to get a taste.
Michonne released him unable to concentrate once he started to lick her dark areolas. He hadn't even gotten to her nipples yet and a burst of juices was escaping her. Rick nipped at her peaks then swirled his tongue around them one after the other causing her to cry out.
Michonne wasn't in the mood for slow love right now, her body was hungry for a more savage Rick to emerge.
"Harder."
Rick was all too happy to comply and he bit her nipples that were slick with his saliva.
"Fuck! Again." Michonne grasped the bed sheets so tightly she thought they'd come off the mattress.
Rick began a trail of bites and licks up her chest and neck to her chin. When he reached her lips he nipped at them too before forcing his tongue into her waiting mouth.
The kiss was rough as their tongues tried to win an unspoken battle. Michonne won out, sucking Rick's tongue into her mouth. His dick was throbbing knowing that she was performing all the motions that she'd normally do to it, to his tongue.
Rick roughly pushed Michonne's' bent legs further apart, sliding his two fingers into her wet walls. Michonne stopped sucking his tongue so that she could will her body to meet each insertion of his fingers.
"You like that?" Rick asked as he watched her face contort from the pleasure he was suppling her.
"Yes!"
"Too bad." Rick removed his fingers and sucked them leaving Michonne panting.
She was so close but she loved when Rick teased her.
"Get on all fours." He ordered her.
Michonne rolled over and got on her hands and knees. Rick kneeled behind her, awed at the fact she'd ever allowed him to touch this plump juicy ass. Rick massaged both cheeks before slipping two fingers back into her again, pleased when she clamped down on him. He worked his digits slowly, moaning at the liquid that coated them.
"Chonne, you are always so wet for me."
"Yes, only for you." Rick removed his hand regretfully and skimmed his fingers up the soft skin of her back.
Every nerve in Michonne's body tingled from the combination of soft and hard that was Rick. When his hand locked around the base of her neck, she knew he was about to give it to her just the way she craved and she steadied herself. Rick used his other hand to line himself up, skimming his tip in her cream to wet himself.
"I did say I had a big head for you."
Before Michonne could respond he slammed into her, filling her absolutely.
"Fuck!" they both screamed.
Rick pulled out all the way and plunged into her again breathing hard even though he really hadn't even begun to work. Rick used the control of holding her neck to begin an assault on her pussy. One that Michonne welcomed by pushing back into him just as hard.
The smell of sex immediately filled the air. The slapping of their bodies almost louder than their whimpers and grunts. Michonne's tits bounced with every drive as Rick increased his pace.
Michonne pressed the balls of her feet into the bed to give herself leverage. So she could throw her ass back at him. Rick's body trembled from the grip Michonne's hot, wet tight pussy had on him.
After all this time, she was still so tight but she fit like a glove. Her body really was made for him, shaped just for his cock.
"Rick, I'm about to come!" her words just egged him on, he gripped her waist raising her slightly so he could hit her G spot every time. The sheen of sweat covered their bodies.
"Shit!"
Finally, Michonne cried out, flinging her locs over her shoulder as she came apart. Rick smiled while pushing his now dampened hair back, gratified with his work.
"Fuuuccckkk!"
After a few more strokes, he erupted deep inside Michonne, pressing his fingertips into her forgiving flesh.
Michonne collapsed to the mattress causing Rick to withdraw quickly and he hissed from the unexpected sensation of leaving her warm body. He turned and laid beside her on the bed. They both dragged oxygen into their lungs and waited for the tremors that racked their bodies to subside.
Michonne pulled her face out of the pillow and turned to Rick.
"It's a good thing we are snowed in."
"Why?" Rick looked to her.
"Because you are gonna need practice carrying me out of here, I don't want you dropping me in the snow."
"Not that I mind, but why would I need to carry you?"
"I'm not gonna be able to walk straight by time you're finished with me."
They both chuckled before they relaxed, enjoying the air that cooled their bodies after that heated connection and they drifted off to sleep.
**~~~A/N- Hey Guys I'm sooo sorry it took so long for an update to this. I didn't realize how long it had been. I'm back home now from my adventure in babysitting lol It was so hard to write sexy times with a house full of family so I'm finishing this story up now. Completing rewrites on Lucky and working on two other multi chapter fics. Outlining other stories and one shots. I want to have content back to back as well as concurrent for you all!
As always I appreciate all the support, follows and favs! I love reading and responding to your reviews. So if you have a guest account, I have read your reviews and I'm thankful. You all make me laugh or shout at the screen like 'Yes, Exactly!'
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