A/N And now on to part two.

For those of you who weren't… quite… satisfied… ;)

Chapter 20

As the moon shines over the quarry, the crickets chirp to the beat of the frog's night rhythm while a pair of screech owls keeps a moderate tempo from a nearby pine tree. Lying on her stomach upon Rick's mattress, inhaling his scent with her arms tucked under his pillow, Erin listens to the nocturnal sonata as her body recalls what it felt like to have him nestled deeply inside of her. The lightness in her chest and dancing flutter in her belly can only be described as carnal giddiness as she remembers his touch, and his sensuous promise.

After a long lonely night and a desperately heart wrenching day, she takes a rich satisfied breath of blissful content, basking in the knowledge that Rick is alive, and he is hers. The elation she feels is nothing like she'd ever felt before; a natural high that she wants never to come down from. But living in a world where danger is lurking in your shadow every terrifying second of every Godforsaken day, she knows that the perilous reality will hit soon, and hard. For now, though, she is going to trust that Dale and Glenn will keep them safe from their perch atop the camper, keeping watch while she and Rick spend this night wrapped in each other's arms.

She'd helped get Kelly and Carl settled in the new van and left Rick to wish his own goodnight. Now she waits for him to come to her, every nerve ending aware of his close proximity and impatiently awaiting his touch.

When she finally hears the metallic hum of the tent flap being unzipped behind her, her little flutter spreads its wings and beats in double time. She feels the whisper of the cool night air waft against her bare shoulder blades before he zips it closed again.

Hearing him shuffling out of his boots, she shifts slightly and peers over her shoulder to watch him undress in the soft lantern light. "How does Carl like his new bed?"

"Almost as much as I like mine," he answers, grinning down at her. "You look very nice on my pillow."

After watching him toss his socks onto the laundry pile, she admires his lean, masculine physique as his muscles bunch and flex when he pulls the white tee shirt over his head, revealing the clean bandage covering the bullet hole she'd sewn up a few hours before, and leaving a thick tuft of dark hair sticking straight up from his skull. She smiles at the adorable image, her fingers itching to smooth it out just to muss it up again and again as she imagines his body covering hers.

"You're paying me back for the night I watched you get ready for bed," he says with a devilish grin as he narrows his eyes at her.

She meets his gaze and tries to disguise the lust she feels heating her cheeks from her previous thoughts. When he tilts his chin playfully, she knows she isn't hiding anything from him. Again. "How much did you see that night?" She smiles shyly, remembering his first night in camp and the way his mouth had curved into a grin when she'd thought he was sleeping.

"A lot less than you're seeing of me right now," he says, stepping out of his jeans and boxer briefs and lifting the blanket to slip into the bed beside her. "But enough to know that you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen," he adds softly, warming her flutter until it curls in on itself.

"Rick," she breathes his name like an endearment on her tongue as she draws out the single syllable.

"And now you're my beautiful woman," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder blade.

As he rubs a large calloused hand over her lower back, just above the hem of the blanket, she extends her arm and switches off the lantern. Feeling him shift beside her, she hears a small click and then soft light is filling the tent once again.

"Problem?" she asks cheekily, lifting her eyebrows and dropping her chin.

"Yes, I didn't get my fill," he says, holding the blanket up and away from her body.

She smiles when he lets it fall against the backs of her thighs, leaving her bare bottom exposed. He kisses her temple and she feels his hand glide across her back once again. He caresses her smooth skin lovingly and then drifts down over her rear end, gently massaging her curves as warm lips press moist heat against the small of her back.

The trail of his tongue gliding up her spine sends an erotic shiver from her nape to her belly. As his mouth moves upward, his hand moves down, dipping between her spreading thighs to reach her center. One long finger slips inside her folds, caressing her depths as she feels the light flicker of his tongue dance behind her ear.

"Mmmm…"

"You like that?" he asks as she feels a second finger joining the first as he rolls his tongue inside the shell of her ear.

"Mmhmm," she purrs against his pillow and then moans deeply when he teases her clit, the feeling of his wrist against the cleft of her cheeks adding an extra sensation as he fondles her nimbly. "God, I love your hands."

"Just my hands?" he asks as he gently nibbles on her earlobe.

"Mmm, and your mouth." She turns her neck to find said mouth and parts her lips on a heated sigh. He slips his tongue between her teeth, inviting hers to share a brief dance as she feels his arousal doing its own tango against her hip.

"What else, baby?" he asks a bit breathlessly. "What else do you love?"

Oh God, is he really going to make her say it? Deciding that actions speak louder than words, she rolls onto her side and reaches between them to wrap her hand around her favorite body part.

"Oh, yeah," he moans as she moves her fist up and down along his shaft.

He captures her mouth in an earth-shattering kiss as he covers her breast with a large warm palm. He massages the fullness of her flesh, alternating between gentle grazes of his thumb across her nipple and stronger, bolder gropes of her entire bosom that make her little flutter do a world-class handspring low in her belly.

She strokes him faster, lightly squeezing his thickness beneath the satiny skin as he plunges his tongue between her lips. When she reaches lower to cup his scrotum, gently rolling his balls against her fingers, he moans profoundly into her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, he pulls her hips tightly against him, stilling her hand as it gets trapped between them. "Hold on, honey. This one's all about you," he says, breathing heavily against her mouth.

He takes her hand from his cock and guides it to rest on the mattress beside her head, bringing her to lie flat on her back.

"Can I trust you to keep this here?" he asks, entwining their fingers and squeezing her hand affectionately.

She licks the seam of her lips, reveling at the way she feels trapped beneath him.

"Or do I need to get my cuffs?" he asks with a salacious gleam of desire darkening his cerulean irises to a deep ocean blue.

She inhales sharply as her fluttering belly does a triple somersault. When he tilts his head, waiting for an answer, her brain outranks her body and orders her flutter to settle back on the bench. "Not tonight," she replies softly, apologizing inwardly to her little flutter.

Smiling down at her, he lifts her hand to kiss the back of her fist and then returns it to the mattress. With a knee between her thighs, he leans over her, peppering her face with light kisses as his hand finds her breast again, working the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger. When his teeth gently clamp over her other nipple, she forgets her promise and lowers her hands to cradle his head, threading her fingers through the dark waves of his crown as he fondles and feasts on her chest.

She loves every callous that seasons his capable hand as it skims over her abdomen to her mound, tickling the tight curls in leisurely sweeps before focusing on the tight cluster of nerves just inside her folds. He circles the nub slowly, the pad of a single finger adoring the delicate tissue. When the same finger dips deep into her heated center, she digs her heels into the mattress and arches her back as his mouth continues to worship her breast. "God, that feels good," she murmurs as her belly quivers at his touch, her flutter dancing once again.

When he shifts above her, she raises her arms over her head and grips the pillow beneath her. As she gives him free reign of her body, she hears him murmur a couple of syllables against her navel but her muddled brain can't organize the sounds to form the words. It may have been 'Could curl' or 'Good girl'.

She inhales deeply and holds it inside as he drags his open mouth across her taut stomach. The light touch of his tongue gliding over her hip curls her toes in decadent anticipation. When two strong hands spread her legs wide and she feels the heat from his breath just a whisper against her sensitive folds, she can't contain the soft mewl that sparks from her flutter and builds up to a thick lusty groan that rumbles in her chest.

His lips feel heavenly against her inner thigh as he licks and kisses the soft skin all around her entrance while his thumbs paint wide circles on her pale flesh, forcing every cell at her core to beg for his attention.

When he continues to slowly nibble and stroke her thighs from her inner seam to the curve of her ass, every delicate inch except where she needs him the most, she clenches beneath him and pulls at his hair with two quaking fists. "Please, Rick. You're driving me crazy."

"Good," he murmurs, rubbing his stubbly chin against her smooth skin, sending shivers down her legs.

Another lazy circle is painted at the seam of her thigh before she feels gentle fingers parting her folds. A warm wet tongue swipes the length of her opening and lands on her clit, where it slowly swirls across, around and over the hyper-stimulated nubbin.

Sweet baby Jesus! She clutches his hair with trembling fingers.

He continues to massage her thighs as he licks along the walls of her opening and then delves inward, working deeper inside her center for several glorious moments before relinquishing her depths to his fingers once again. "Oh, God." She writhes underneath him as he tongues the most sensitive cluster of nerves at her apex while pumping two long fingers fluidly in and out of her body, delightfully fast, then deliciously slow and then faster again.

"Come on, honey. Come for me." He sucks vigorously on her clit as his fingers continue their stimulating assault, bringing her hips off the mattress as she claws at the sheets beneath her. "That's it, sweetheart."

"Oh, Rick!" A blaze of exquisite embers rages through her body from the peaks of her breasts to the tips of curled toes. Clutching the sheets, her body is still quaking with aftershocks when he moves over her, nuzzling her neck and burying his erection deep inside her.

"Oh, fuck. Wait… baby… too much… too soon," she stammers breathlessly, completely overwhelmed with sensation and emotion as she wraps her arms around Rick's shoulders, her dizzy flutter gasping for air.

He begins to move and she hooks her ankles behind his buttocks, holding him tightly against her to prevent him from thrusting. "I can't… sensory overload," she groans into his shoulder, digging her semi-short fingernails into his skin.

Wincing slightly, he chuckles softly. "Just relax. Look at me, sweetheart."

She opens her eyes to see his handsome face just inches from hers.

"God, you're beautiful," he says, holding himself above her. "Slow then?"

She nods, breathing easier yet speechless at the tenderness in his gaze. She relaxes her legs around his waist.

He pulls his hips back and then pumps forward again, slowly, gliding into her as their eyes stay locked on each other's. "Better?"

She tilts her chin, giving him a small nod, though still somewhat hesitant.

"Faster?" he asks.

"Okay," she answers, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

He thrusts again… and again, slowly building to a steady pace until she closes her eyes, getting lost in the rhythmic pleasure and the feeling of being completely surrounded by him.

He kisses her passionately, sweeping her mouth and swallowing her moans as she lifts her hips to meet his thrusts. Bone to bone and heart to heart, they move as one in a sensual trust of give and take.

The flutter in her belly flickers wickedly, spiraling toward another release and she can't keep the throaty moan from escaping. "Oh, yes." She feels him shift above her and then a warm finger rubs across her swollen nub at the junction of their bodies.

"Come on, baby. One more time. Let it go."

She absorbs every heartfelt lunge as the slight pressure on her clit re-ignites the firestorm in her groin, sending her over the edge once again.

With a firm grip on his sweat-slicked triceps, her body quivers beneath him as he thrusts harder and faster until her name drips from his lips with a grunt and a moan and he holds himself deeply inside of her trembling womb.

Pressing her hips up while he presses his in, flesh fuses to flesh in a final frenzy.

Hearts beating wildly, she envelopes him in her arms and carries him into that euphoric place between dreams and reality; where the strongest love is bound by fate and the heat of imaginary skyrockets can be felt dancing against your closed eyelids.

She treasures him dearly as he rocks heavily against her, filling her with his body and anchoring her with his soul. Unshed tears sting the back of her eyes, overcome with emotion at the enormity of what this man means to her. "I love you, Rick."

"I love you back, baby. Always," he says, echoing her earlier words and warming her profoundly.