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~ Snuggle ~
The mornings grew cooler as the year drew closer to an end; not that Rick and the others kept track of the months. He had to admit, the sentimental part of him that was buried deep inside felt a familiar yearning; he loved this time of year. Even now, at the end of the world, he felt restful and at ease nestled next to Michonne in their bed. The gentle, sylvan scent of her shampoo alluring to his senses; he draped a lazy arm over her. Safe in his embrace, Michonne whispered soft words of endearment and shifted closer still.
~ Brisk ~
Rick watched as she ambled slowly towards him; a thin blanket wrapped tightly around her small, strong frame. Michonne took up a seat next to him beside the lake, giving him a questioning look.
"You came out here lookin' for me?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes," said Michonne. "I was worried."
"I'm okay," he offered in earnest. "Just clearing my mind."
She nodded and shivered slightly as a sharp breeze swept by them. Rick noticed and smiled, recalling her grumbling about the cooler weather earlier that day. He lifted his arm and pulled her into an embrace; she immediately felt warm.
~ Moonlit ~
Michonne looked radiant, Rick thought, as he pulled away slowly from their passionate kiss; their breathing was quick and heavy. Her swollen lips turned upwards into a smile as she searched his face. His eyes gleaming in the brightness of the midnight moon; full of desire and adoration. The quiet moments that they stole away from the others offered respite from the harshness of the daylight hours; together, they fleetingly abandoned their worry.
"You're so beautiful," Rick whispered as he stroked a hand gently down her face.
"So are you," replied Michonne before capturing his mouth once again with hers.
~ Cider ~
Rick's tongue trailed over Michonne slick opening once more as he gripped her hip with one hand and rested the other on her flat stomach. Sucking fervently, he drew her sensitive nub into his mouth and elicited a glorious moan from her. His ministrations, coupled with the sweet beverages they'd both consumed, left her head spinning as she found her release; she called his name and cried out for god like they were one in the same as she rode out the waves of her pleasure. Rick brought his mouth to hers; he tasted of fermented apples and Michonne's arousal.
~ Harvest ~
"Need some help with that?" called Rick.
Michonne was pushing a wheelbarrow full of apples and pumpkins that had just been reaped from their communal garden; she stopped. Always one to pull her weight, Michonne smiled and shook her head.
"It's fine," she said. "I've got it."
Ignoring her insistence, he stepped closer and placed his hand over hers.
"Let me help," he said, rubbing his fingers over hers.
"You don't have to give me special treatment," she offered.
"Sure I do," he replied.
"Alright then," said Michonne before picking up an apple, dusting it and then kissing Rick's cheek.