A/N: This was written as part of the Secret Valentines Kiss Challenge by Richonne Just Desserts on Tumblr: my Secret Valentine was the talented Lyra Verse. Here's what I came up with.

Hickey Kiss

Rick's mind was spinning as Michonne's eager mouth nipped the sensitive skin of his neck; she sucked with such vigor he knew she was going to leave a mark; he did not mind when she marked his skin reminding him and everyone that he was hers and she was his.

Michonne straddled his lap as his hands glided up her thighs and then cupped her plump ass. She felt so amazing and Rick could feel his painfully hard cock already dripping in anticipation. Michonne ground against him in an effort to ease the aching she felt between her legs; Rick moaned from the contact and brought a hand up under her top to cup her breast. She enjoyed the feeling of his rough hands on her firm nipples.

She brought her mouth back to his as they shared another kiss; her tongue lapped against his as their breathing quickened. Her body was alight; Rick continued to fondle her breast before his hand snaked down into her shorts. He was met by her engorged lips followed by the hot sweetness of her wet opening. Her hips bucked as Rick ran his thumb over her throbbing clit. Bringing her mouth back to his neck, she moaned loudly against his skin before gyrating against his hand.

Kiss on Stomach

The soft light from the early morning sun crept through the lace curtains and softly caressed Michonne's radiant skin. Rick lay beside her and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed softly, still deep in slumber.

He still could scarcely fathom how he could be so lucky in his new life; though the world was a horrid shell of what it used to be, he still found something special and beautiful with Michonne. She looked so peaceful. Her face relaxed as she slept; free from worry. She was glowing and Rick could barely resist reaching out to touch her. Instead, for fear of waking her, he shifted slightly so that he could place a loving kiss to her stomach as he marvelled at the small bump where their child was growing.

Spider-Man Kiss

"Wait, Rick," said Michonne. "You don't wanna miss this part."

Rick, on his way to the kitchen, stopped, turned on his heel and ambled slowly back over to where Michonne was seated on the sofa; he stood behind her with his hands on his hips and his eyes fixed to the television screen. As the scene played out before him, he shook his head and let out small chortle.

"So this is the kiss all of the – what did you call 'em, Carl?" said Rick.

"Fangirls," Carl answered; not really paying attention to his father who seemed to always want to talk through the movies they were watching on movie night.

"Right, fangirls. This is the kiss that had the fangirls all excited?" asked Rick as they watched the Spider-Man film.

"Yes," said Michonne. "As a matter of fact, it is."

"I never pegged you as a romantic, Michonne," he said playfully as he glanced down at her; he waited for her to turn around so he could delight in the radiance of her bright, wide smile.

She kept her eyes on the screen as she grinned at his jovial reply.

"I'm not," she answered as she hugged a cushion tightly. "But I am a fangirl."

Carl smiled, much like his father, as he listened to their exchange

"Right. So now I know what gets you all excited then," said Rick as Carl scrunched his face up and Michonne felt hers grow warm.

Rick realized how his statement sounded, so quickly tried to cover.

"I'm a romantic," said Rick as Carl scoffed and laughed. "What?"

"Nothing," replied the boy. "Go one with your story."

"Like I was sayin', I'm a romantic at heart and I just don't see what all the fuss is about; it's just a kiss," Rick offered.

"You're not a fangirl, Rick," Michonne teased. "You wouldn't understand the fuss."

Carl rolled his eyes; his father and Michonne were almost unbearable to be around when they were being flirty with each other. Their relationship had changed and they had told Carl they were seeing one another, which he was fine with; the soppy flirting like a pair of teenagers was something else though. He got up from where he was sprawled out on the floor.

"Hey, where're you goin'?" asked Michonne as the boy sauntered by.

"I'm off to bed," he replied.

Both Rick and Michonne bid Carl goodnight. They remained silent as Michonne continued watching the movie. After a moment, she had an idea.

"Come here," she said, tilting her head back to see Rick still standing behind her. "Kiss me."

With a smile, Rick began to make his way to sit on the sofa.

"No," said Michonne. "Stay where you are and do it like Spidey."

Rick let out a chortle, but did as Michonne wished. He looked down at her face; his eyes finding her lips. He placed his hands on her shoulders before running them down her arms. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft and Rick caught her plump bottom lips between his as the tip of his nose rested against her chin. After a moment they pulled apart; Rick smiled down at Michonne as she gazed adoringly up at him.

"Wow," he said quietly. "I get what the fuss is about now."

Talking Kiss

The light from the bright full moon shone through the open window and lit the still bedroom. Rick's breath had finally steadied as Michonne rested her head on his bare chest; she could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating. Her arm was draped over his flat stomach as the heat of their naked bodies warmed each other. Rick took her hand in his, entwining their fingers and gently stroking his thumb over hers.

Michonne felt Rick's body shake slightly before she lifted her head to look at him; he was laughing and she grinned.

"What's amusing you now, Rick?" she asked while brushing his hair away from his face.

"I'm just so happy right now. I'm happy with you," he explained. "Layin' here with you, it makes me so happy. I truly never thought I'd ever feel this way again. I love you."

Michonne felt a warmth rising from insider of her; a sense of contentment that she never knew was possible to feel in the world that they found themselves in. She moved to kiss his mouth chastely before pulling away; her lips were still close to his when she spoke.

"You…" she said before kissing him again.

"Make me…"

Another kiss.

"So…"

Their lips come together once more.

"Happy," she offered as they locked their lips together again; when they broke their kiss again, Michonne whispered into Rick's mouth: "And I love you."

The Biting Kiss

Her finger nails dug deep into the heated skin of his back as he thrust eagerly between her thighs; Rick liked the way Michonne's eyes grew wider when he hit her spot in the right way. Her mouth fell open in the shape of an 'o' before she bit her bottom lip once more. He was entranced by how beautiful she looked in the throes of passion; his body pressed so closely to hers. She was as confident in her nakedness as she was in her intellect, Rick could tell. He was glad for the light that lit the living room and roamed over her firm body, much like his hands had done.

She reached up for him and threaded her fingers through his hair, drawing his mouth towards hers once again. Their kiss was as heated as their glistening skin; Michonne's tongue clashes against Rick's as she bit down on his bottom lip and pulled down. Her roughness caused Rick to grow more excited as he responded by thrusting harder; he swallowed each whimper that escaped from her full lips with his own as his body struck her sensitive nub again and again.