A/N: Some more hundred word drabble from one-word prompts. Thanks to sleepywitchysamurai, zeejack and Anonymous for the prompts. Enjoy!
~ Goofy ~
Rick ducked down behind the sofa and remained quiet to the count of three; suddenly, he jumped from where he was crouching and made a strange noise that left Judith giggling. When her laughing died down, he repeated the action. He was so engrossed in playtime that he didn't hear Michonne coming up behind him. He was about to leap up when Michonne grabbed him and yelled Boo! This startled Rick, causing him to fall to the floor. She laughed and ran as Rick gave chase; pulling her to the sofa, tickling her and happily covering her face with kisses.
~ Honey ~
"You know I hate when you call me that," Michonne said as Rick nuzzled into her neck.
"What? I'm only greetin' you good mornin'," he offered playfully while peppering her skin with kisses.
"I hate when you call me 'honey', Rick," she chided, though she stayed where she was positioned on the bed they shared.
"I can't help it," Rick replied. "I think you're sweet."
Slowly, his kisses trailed down neck, past her chest and tummy; she wriggled from delight as his lips found her delta.
"I think you're so sweet," Rick whispered as he kissed her womanhood once more.
~ Wall ~
The steam from the shower fanned through the bathroom causing the glass doors to grow foggy. Rick turned his head when a cool gust crept in after the door was opened; he smiled devilishly as a naked Michonne stepped in with him. They shared a languid kiss as the water ran down their bodies that were pressed closely together. Rick, desire-laden, caught her ear lobe in his mouth as he walked Michonne in reverse so that her back met the cool tiles; one hand grabbing the wall, the other her backside.
"Slow down," she whispered to Rick. "We've got time."
~ Rain ~
It seemed a nice reprieve from the brutal onslaught of heat, hunger and fatigue as the heavy downpour drenched the survivors. A moment was taken by each of them to let the water cool their hot skin and wet their parched lips. Michonne watched as Rick, ever the pragmatic leader, placed whatever he could find to the ground in order to catch the rain as it fell. She noticed too as his brown shirt, now sodden from the rain, clung enticingly to his body; showing his toned form. Though the rain was not cold, a shiver travelled through her core.
~ Beauty ~
She was so beautiful that people forgot just what they were going to say when they gazed upon her. As if her beauty struck them and then reached forth and took hold; Rick was no exception as he stood there a moment, staring into the depths of her obsidian eyes. Admiring the slight gleam that danced happily when she smiled Oh, what a smile; as bright as the Georgian sun and, just like the sun, it made him feel warm. The power and beauty of a celestial body incarnate in Michonne's being and Rick worshipped her as such; infinite, divine.