Rick walked in the kitchen, taking a small moment to appraise Michonne's form as she leaned on the counter, her lips wrapped around a strawberry. He made his way to her taking his place behind her; hands encircling her waist, burying his face in her neck, breathing her in. A smile appeared on Michonne's lips as her hand covered his.
"I'm kinda hungry, I want a snack." He said into her neck before pecking her cheek, gaining a chuckle from her.
"Didn't you just eat? Like not even 30 minutes ago?" She questioned with a laugh.
"I never said I was hungry for food." He responded seductively. His hands gliding around her torso before making their way to the edge of her shorts.
"Rick," Michonne started with a warning tone.
"Are you really going to refuse a starving man?" He gave back seriously, his lips peppering kisses along her left shoulder.
"You are not starving," Michonne said, craning her neck to the right, giving him more access. "You're being ridiculous."
"Or maybe, it's the hunger talking." Rick replied, turning her around so she would face him. Ogling her body unashamedly as he hooked his thumbs to the waistbands of her short and underwear before pulling them down. He gave her a deep kiss before making his way down her body, kissing along her torso as he knelt down. Michonne limply tried to pull him up.
"Rick, the kids could walk in on us." She tried to explain, but all the signs her body was giving told her that she didn't really care. Not when she could feel his hot breath so close.
"Then I should get right on it then." He retorted before licking along her slit.
"Rick." She tried again breathlessly, but at this point it was barely believable.
"Now, you know I can't talk with a full mouth."