A/N: This was written a little while ago when Richonne had their scene in the cell from 'Hearts Still Beating'. It's smutty. Enjoy!
The tears welled in Michonne's eyes when she saw his glaze over; Rick was really heeding her words, despite how adamant he had been not to engage in a battle with the Saviors. She felt her heart rate quicken as he said, "Yeah, I know that now."
Low. Husky. Honest.
He stepped closer to and repeated his admission, "I know that now."
His strong hand came to cup her face before he leaned in and captured her plump lips in a kiss that grew heated immediately. The longing and craving evident in the way his mouth devoured hers; his tongue finding hers as eager as his own.
Michonne broke the kiss to catch her breath and to gaze into his eyes as her fingers threaded through his curls; she saw desire burning brightly as Rick's lips met hers and he pressed his body closer. The heat radiating from both of them and the smell of sweat mingled with their desire was intoxicating.
He walked her backwards to the wall as his hand found her backside. Rick gave it a squeeze before shifting his mouth to her neck where he sucked vigorously, knowing that was exactly what she liked.
Michonne let out a heavy whimper that set Rick's cock hard. He ground his hardness against her out of habit and kissed her mouth again. Rick began to undo his belt buckle and zipper while Michonne pulled her top over her head and unclasped her bra; the garments fell away and Rick admired her form for a brief moment. He then cupped one of her pert breasts and ran a finger over the nipple before lapping his tongue over the other. Michonne moaned once more and ran her fingers through his hair again. She felt a familiar pooling at the delta of her thighs, accompanied by a delicious but soft quivering.
Achingly, Rick freed himself from his jeans and Michonne reached between their bodies until her hand found his dick. She loved how hard he was and gave him a few fervent strokes. Rick let out a low growl as his eyes rolled shut. He had missed the feeling of her skillful touch. She ran her thumb over his tip as precum drizzled from it; she rubbed him harder and caused his breath to hitch.
Rick was by no means an impatient lover, but he so desired to be inside of Michonne in that moment that he had to stop her ministrations for fear he would come undone in her hands. He focused on releasing her belt and zipper. He slipped his hand into the front of her panties and massaged her swollen lips; he dipped a finger between her slick folds and was pleased to find her wet for him. He thumbed her clit a few times before pulling her jeans and panties from off of her hips.
Kneeling down, Rick parted her thighs and then used his tongue to lick her slit slowly, teasingly; he wanted to taste her so badly. She bent her knees and held his head in place as he worked his mouth over her pussy. He took his time while he licked and sucked, despite his own desire pulsating. They both lost track of time as they were drunk with want and need. Not too soon thereafter, her grip tightened on his curls as she found her release. She felt lightheaded as her body shook slightly from Rick's attentions.
After catching her breath, Michonne kicked off her boots and stepped out of her jeans as Rick lowered his and took up a seat on the cold, cement floor. The throbbing in his cock was brash though it quieted the feeling of the coolness against his bare buttocks. He disregarded the cold floor completely as Michonne straddled him and slid his dripping, veiny length inside of her warm center. She rolled her hips slowly at first before sliding up and down his shaft; she rubbed her crux against Rick and her body was again ignited. His hand gripped her hips as his eyes tried to focus on her naked form in the darkness.
After several moments, they clasped their hands together as Michonne set a steady rhythm atop her lover. His low moans and deep gasps matched her own as their bodies writhed in pleasure. He bit into her shoulder when she clenched her walls tightly around his length; his breath hot on her skin. She called out his name softly as the beginnings of her climax rippled sparingly through her core.
In the light of the new dawn, they would deal with their choice to fight, but at that moment, as they sated one another in the dark, they reaffirmed their bond in every way that they could; through spoken words and carnal promises.