A/N: I needed a change of pace so I asked for one word drabble prompts on Tumblr; I only received these ones. Thanks for the submissions; enjoy!
~ Indulge ~
For the first time in a long time they were afforded the chance to really relax; to indulge themselves and become lost in each other.
Michonne did not want any fears or worry to mar her serenity, she just wanted to let go. She found that letting go had come more easily than she first imagined when she felt Rick's eager hand snake its way between her thighs. She found her body responding to his deft touch. Yearning; aching; opening. Heat and moisture and sweetly, delicious moans. Flesh, ardently pressed against flesh.
Yes.
She looked forward to their time alone.
~ Resistance ~
"Move!"
Michonne ordered as Rick steadfastly held her in place; she was as stubborn as he was, he thought disparagingly. Come Hell or high water, this woman, whom he thought the world of, was willing to place herself in danger so that others in their group would not have to.
"Don't do this," he pleaded.
"You can't stop me," was her reply.
Defiant; with resistance etched across her beautiful features, Michonne struggled to free herself from his grasp, but Rick didn't relent. Out of words, ideas and patience, he pressed his lips to hers. Pliantly, she melted into his embrace.
~Pregnancy~
Michonne's tears had dried on her cheek when she'd awoken in the late afternoon; her emotions had gotten the best of her as she came to the realization that she'd have another child. Though it pained her deeply to think of the loss of her André, she knew this was a blessing. It was another chance at a special kind of love; a love that is filled with joy and fear and this profound happiness that burns brighter than any of the millions of stars in the heavens. Smiling, she practiced how she'd tell Rick he'd be a father again.
~ Rough ~
Sweat ran down the side of Rick's face while he relentlessly drove his length inside of Michonne again and again. She was pinned against the rough bark of a tree though it didn't bother her; her focus was on the way that Rick's keen thrusts hit her spot. Her legs wrapped about his waist and his hand covered her mouth to stifle sounds each thrust provoked. Her eyes rolled shut as she was brought closer to her apex. She bit down hard on his hand, causing him to remove it. Rick then suppressed Michonne's moans with his lips and tongue.