A/N: Written for a prompt on Tumblr about the night before the apple in bed scene took place.

Dressed in her robe, Michonne smiled to herself and then shook her head as she thought about how in her previous life she had closets full of clothing. Brilliantly colored dresses and tops alongside smart, professional attire. For each of her outfits, she had shoes to match and it seemed she could never find enough space to keep them.

It felt kind of silly now that she thought of it. The things that made her happy then had most certainly changed. Now, as she stood in Rick's bedroom, their bedroom and folded one of her five tops, she could not believe how content she was. They had food, shelter and she had a family again. That was more than most people in their new world had and she felt almost giddy when she thought of it.

She could sense his presence before she closed the drawer where she had packed her clothes, denoting another shift in their relationship. Before she could turn to face him, Rick was standing ever so closely behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and breathed in the scent of her freshly showered skin.

"Hey," she said, relishing in the feeling of being held by him.

"Hey," Rick replied as he drew the top of her robe off of her shoulder and peppered her soft skin with kisses. He brushed her tresses to the side and kissed all the way to her elegant neck.

There were two things that he had discovered about Michonne after their first night together that he positively loved: the way she giggled and the way she moaned. He was determined to hear those heavenly sounds again that evening as well. Her breathing changed as he sucked at her neck; a deep, satisfied sigh escaped her mouth as she tilted her head to the side to afford Rick better access.

He undid the ties on her robe and slipped his hand inside as his tongue drew circles on her skin before he kissed her once again. His fingers trailed close to her navel before he moved them upwards and cupped her breast; his hardness growing against her backside.

Rick ceased his kisses a moment and brought his lips close to her ear before whispering, "You're perfect."

Michonne giggled and he smiled proudly; his hand moved slowly down her body until he found the sweetness between her thighs. Her curls brushing against his fingers as he sought the warmth and moisture between her lips. Her body, pliant and receptive to his touch, awakening a hunger in him. With one finger, wet from her arousal, he turned his attentions to her throbbing bud. After a few adroit strokes, Rick was gifted with a glorious moan from Michonne; achingly, his sex quivered in response.

Without warning, Rick withdrew his hand, turned Michonne to face him and stripped away her garment completely. As their lips clashed together, Rick gripped her backside and pulled her body flush against his. He walked backwards, drawing her with him as they both collapsed on the bed; Rick quickly covered her body with his. Michonne giggled at their urgency and need to be so close to one another. She ran her fingers through his hair and stared into his eyes, still barely able to believe that they had already made love.

Entranced by her gaze and halting his attentions, with a crooked smile, Rick asked, "What?"

"This. Us. I'm just…I'm just so happy," she replied.

"Yeah," he said as they shared a quick kiss. "Me too."