Whoo! Two updates in one day!
So I've decided to move on to the next sin. The angst was killing me and I think I squeezed all the envy I could out of that AU. So here's some non-AU Richonne goodness.
I know most people define gluttony as an excess of just eating and drinking. I don't. Be warned the following one-shot is pure, gratuitous, Richonne smut.
Gluttony
an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.
The hunger of a man who lives his life by a thread can never be satisfied. He seeks nourishment yet does not know what he needs. He seeks to be satiated yet can never get his fill.
As Rick's lips follow a familiar trail up the curve of her back, he realizes he will never get enough of her. He needs more of her, more than what he deserves, more than his fill.
Michonne, his addiction, his obsession.
He buries his nose in her hair, filling his lungs beyond capacity with her essence. This is unlike anything he's ever felt, unlike anything he's ever allowed himself to feel. This is different. Terror and excitement course through his veins.
It's nothing like the terror he felt upon awakening to an apocalypse. It is an all-encompassing fear he can't fully understand. He trembles at the thought of how much he needs her. He's never depended on anyone as much as he does her. His very soul is so tightly entwined with hers, it's impossible to imagine a life without her. He would rather die.
His thoughts terrify him yet they remain, a haunting reminder of how profoundly he's fallen for her.
His lips trail down the slope of her shoulder, pausing to suckle on the firm flesh outlining her muscles. He craves the strength she shows in the face of danger, the strength that has kept her and their family alive. He needs her strength to overcome his destructive thoughts, to find his ever out-of-reach satisfaction. Though, it appears her reaction to his attentions will be enough to pursue the latter.
His hot breath travels down her smooth skin, inspiring it to visibly tingle. She shivers in desire. His flaccid member springs awake.
He is the only one who can reduce this invincible warrior to a quivering lover. She is the only one who can awaken the possessive beast inside him. It roars gleefully as she pushes against him wantonly. She needs him and he's the only one who can satisfy her need.
He traps her against the bed with his aroused body. He wants her. Again. This is just the beginning of his binge, it can't possibly end here. He slips his hardening cock between her naked thighs. A moan escapes her plump lips. Though they just finished a thorough round of lovemaking, his thirst for her remains unquenched. He wants more.
He spreads her legs further and slides himself against her folds. Her lustful whimpers are muffled by their twisted sheets. A whimper of his own escapes his lips. His cock is so hard, the act of not being inside her causes him pain.
He pushes off of her slowly, finding a better position. He firmly grabs her hips as he glides inside her warm, wet center. A groan rumbles in his throat, feeling her walls tightly clench him, already pulling him to the edge. It's heaven. It's perfection. It's everything he could ever want and yet he needs more.
His hips powerfully undulate against her, her flawless ass jostling against him with every stroke. She moans, her breath coming short, quiet gasps. He digs his fingers into her soft flesh as he thrusts himself deeper within her. His grunts nearly drown out the sound of their bodies making contact. Every nerve ending sparks from the stimulation. A sheen of sweat cover their bodies. Though her backside gives him a tempting view, it's not enough. He needs to drink all of her in.
He reluctantly pulls out and lays on his back, stretching her on top of him. She sighs, bonelessly straddling his hips with her warm thighs, resting her palms against his broad chest. He slips inside her once again with a groan. She deliciously arches her back with a gasp. He tightens his grip on her thighs. He nearly finishes before it's begun. But then she slowly begins to ride him, languidly circling her hips against his. He bites his lip until the skin nearly breaks. It's all he can do from arching off the mattress and falling apart.
Instead, he drops his hands to the sheets, gripping them tightly, and grinds his jaw as he gazes down at their union. Her damp, dark curls trigger an instinctive arousal to prickle in his lower back. He is utterly mesmerized. His eyes slowly travel up her flushed, glistening skin. The muscles in her taut abdomen flex with each thrust, her breasts tempt him with dark, erect nipples; she is a divine vision.
She slowly speeds up, seeking the friction he knows will push her over the edge. Air seeps from his lungs as he intensely gazes at her, his mouth hanging open as if in a daze. He feels her all around him, pulsating, pulling him further and further into an abyss he never wants to escape. He wants to shout out how much he loves her but his voice disappears along with all traces of coherence.
Her frantic movements abruptly stop as her body stiffens and her limbs quiver. He can feel her vibrate from her very core. His name softly passes through her lips as if it were her last breath escaping her body, "Rick."
He tightly grips her, unknowingly leaving marks of his passion behind. He wishes he could bury himself further, immerse himself completely within her. He wants to reach her soul, touch her very essence as she spills herself on him. Maybe that would bring him closer to the satisfaction he's been chasing.
Once she stops shaking, she collapses on top of him tiredly, every ounce of energy in her body gone. He's taken everything out of her, everything she is capable of giving. Yet, his appetite demands more.
He cups her face as he devours her lips, savoring her, overindulging in her taste. He moves his hips against her, as he gluttonously takes more. She gently pulls away, whines against his lips, softly supplicating him to join her in her satiated bliss. "Baby, please?"
He caresses her back as his lips drag against hers, keeping his piercing blue gaze on her as he continues to slowly thrust inside her. Her pleas slowly reach past the fog of desire, past his fear, deep within him, wrenching his pleasure from the depths of voraciousness. But it's her fatigued, satisfied gaze that sends a familiar, intense prickle down his spine and hips.
The ache builds inside him as he rocks against her, his cock swelling to steel rod proportions, until his peak finally hits him with such a ferocity his jaw grows slack and a choked cry catches in his throat. He clings to her and tightly closes his eyes as he releases himself deep within her, a primal growl escaping his throat. Energy flows throughout him, taking his soul right out of his body.
His mind elevates to a plane beyond existence. Sensations explode within his brain, shattering his soul into pieces. A warm electric current buzzes throughout his body, soothing his frayed nerves. He quivers from the intensity.
She is perfection incarnate.
Images of her flash behind his closed eyelids. Her smiling, her crying, her laughing, her angry, her looking at him with love in her eyes. He can't elude her. It is as it was meant to be, a fate he never wants to escape.
Once his pleasure has released him back into his own body and the aftershocks settle, he buries his face in her damp neck and refuses to loosen his grip for fear of losing his piece of perfection. She lays kisses against his beard and wild curls, coaxing him to let her go with gentle words and soft caresses. "Baby, it's okay. It's okay."
After a few moments, the haze of passion dissipates and her words finally register. His eyes barely open as his mouth instinctively seeks out her lips once again, stealing yet another taste of her. He carefully pulls out of her, feeling evidence of their release spill onto him, slowly dripping to the sheets beneath them. He pays no mind as he sits up and lays a trail of kisses along her clavicle and the column of her throat, again seeking more of her.
"Rick," she softly whispers, the hint of concern in her voice fading as her eyelids flutter close. She mindlessly drags her fingernails against his scalp, encouraging his stimulating caresses.
The attention his sensitive follicles are getting, sends goosebumps down his arms and triggers something inside of him. Her body against his – naked, scorching, and so goddamn flawless – makes him feel parched. He needs something to quench his reemerging thirst. Now.
He gently lays her down in front of him and lowers himself, eager to drown himself in her hydrating sweetness. She gasps in surprise as he begins his task. Moans fill the room as his ravenous appetite seeks to be satisfied.
Though he knows, deep within his soul, his hunger and thirst will never be satiated, he will never stop seeking out the nourishment he craves. She is the well from which he quenches his thirst. She is the sustenance he needs to survive this world.
She is his source of life.
Woah. Honest to God, I intended this to be less smutty. It kind of did its own thing. I blame the characters (specifically one of them) so I had to take a step back and have a side conversation with said character.
Me: Holy hell, Rick. That was...that seriously came out of nowhere.
Rick: (looks at me with an attitude) What?
Me: What am I gonna tell these nice people who stopped by to read a tasteful love scene between our beloved characters?
Rick: (shrugs) I'm sorry this happened to you?
Me: Damn it, Rick.
:P
Your clearly-in-need-of-church writer,
semul