A/N: Thanks for the nice reviews! Get the kids up out the room right now, it's smutty smut time. Enjoy!

Michonne lay stretched out on the sofa while she watched Rick as he cleaned their dishes from dinner. He stood in front of the sink barefooted wearing jeans and a t-shirt; his curly hair was a little messy, but she liked the look on him.

"I'm so full I can't even move," she finally said, as he turned his head to look at her; he gave her a crooked smile.

"Really? Does that mean I'm gonna have to carry you to the bedroom?" Rick teased.

"I don't know," she replied. "You could just come over here. The sofa's pretty small, but we could make it work."

Rick chuckled at her playfulness. There seemed to be a weight lifted from her now that they were both on the same page about their previously rocky relationship. She was encircled by a sense of contentment, much like he was, and it showed. There was a buoyancy to her demeanour; gaiety in her turn of phrase and a new found vivacity to her step. Michonne was happy and it made Rick buzz with a jollity all his own.

"Let me finish tidying up," he said. "I'll get to you soon enough."

xXxXx

A wide beam spread across Michonne's face when she entered the bedroom where she and Rick would be staying. The soft glow of a few slowly burning candles flickered on the walls and illuminated Rick's handsome features. He sat on top of the bed, clad in only his boxer shorts with a pillow in his hands. He rustled it in his grasp once more and placed it down on the side of the bed that Michonne was to slumber on. He took a moment to admire her appearance as she leaned against the doorjamb and watched him.

The peach color of the simple satin negligée was vibrant against her gorgeously dark skin. The hem of the nightdress ended just above her knees; it hugged her curves in every place that his hands had already been. Rick instinctively licked his lips as Michonne sauntered towards him.

She took a seat next to Rick before placing her hand to his back and absently rubbing him there; she traced circles on his firm skin.

"Thanks for dinner and everything else," she said, before placing a kiss to his bare shoulder. "I'm glad we did this."

Rick let his hand rest on her thigh as he caressed her with his thumb.

"Yeah," he replied, before cupping her face in his hand. "Me too."

They shared a smile before Rick leaned in and kissed Michonne languidly; a short moment passed as they explored each other's keen lips. He gently guided her back onto the bed; they shifted a moment until they were at the center of the mattress and her head was resting on his arm. He wanted to be as close to her as possible as she threaded her fingers through his curls. He searched her eyes a moment, committing her face to his memory. Using the tip of his index finger, Rick lightly traced over her bottom lip.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, before kissing her again. "I could stay like this forever just lookin' at you."

Another kiss.

"Absolutely beautiful."

"So are you," she offered him in reply.

He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and brought his mouth back to hers. The kiss was slow at first until Rick parted his lips and sought her tongue with his own. The faint smacking and sucking sounds were drowned out by the low moans that came from Rick's throat. He soon moved his mouth to her elegant neck where he lapped at her skin a while. She turned her head to the side to afford him more access and let out a moan of her own. Rick always knew exactly where to focus his attentions to excite and arouse Michonne. His hand gripped her thigh and snaked upwards under her scant garment; the roughness of his palms a contrast to the smoothness of her leg.

He reached her hip and found she was not wearing panties; this revelation caused his cock to quiver. Rick soon found her round backside and gave it a squeeze. He drew her body closer to his and they shared another fervent kiss. The heat between them increased with each passing moment much like his length grew hard and the throbbing between her legs became more pronounced.

With his breath heavy, Rick broke their kiss; he then shifted so that he was leaning over Michonne. Her eyes were lust-filled as she stared up at him; a small smile playing on her swollen lips. Rick returned her smile and proceed to draw her negligée up over her head. He slid his hands up under the fabric and felt her skin as he removed the item of clothing. He took in her nakedness for a second as his eyes roamed over her pert breasts and down to her flat stomach.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice raspy from his desire, before his hand landed on one of her breasts and his mouth latched on to the other.

Rick circled his tongue over her nipple until it stiffened; Michonne moaned and ran her fingers through his hair once more. Soon, he trailed kisses down her body until he reached her navel. He then shifted so that he was between her legs, his face close enough to her sex that he could smell the familiar and intoxicating scent of her arousal. Rick lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and kissed inside of her thighs, maddeningly, his lips and tongue stayed away from her slick opening. His slow pace was driving her crazy as she ached for him; almost impatiently, Michonne brought her fingers to her bald pussy.

Rick stopped to watch while she ran a finger over her slit before dipping it between her folds as she opened her legs wider. She used her other hand to play with her nipple as she trailed her wetness up from her opening to her clitoris.

"Fuck," Rick whispered as Michonne rubbed herself in a circular motion and whimpered; he felt the tip of his cock start to drip as he was set hard by her display.

She moved two fingers over her lips and then slid them inside; they glistened from her juices when she withdrew them. Rick pressed his mouth to her inner thigh again and bit down lightly; his eyes still watching her fingering her sweet, wet pussy. Her chest heaved as she pleasured herself and breathed his name.

"Rick," she whispered. "I need you."

Without further invitation, Rick placed his hand over hers as they both massaged her sex; her eyes closed and her head rolled back. He watched again as she rubbed her clit before he then took her fingers and sucked them into his mouth. He moaned and licked them clean before bringing his mouth to where her fingers had just been. He worked his tongue over her slit before turning his attentions to her throbbing little bud that was coated in her own juices. Slowly, teasingly, Rick licked and sucked.

"Hmmmmm, yes," she hummed as her hips bucked; Rick held her in place with his arm draped over her tummy and continued to drink her up. He alternated between using his mouth and his hand to draw pleasured sounds from her and cause her pussy to throb. She was so wet for him and she was close to her climax. He lapped at her skilfully until she came into his mouth; while she rode out her orgasm, Rick removed his boxer shorts, leaned over her and retrieved the condom from the night stand.

Michonne, still spreadeagled and dripping wet, watched as Rick stroked his dick a few times while he bit into the wrapper. Precum dribbled out of his glistening, red tip just before he rolled the latex down his shaft. He positioned himself at the delta of her thighs before kissing her mouth again as he slipped his cock inside of her. They held each other's gaze as Rick slid his thickness in and out of her tight core; his head came to rest close to hers. He rocked against her pulsating little nub and she dug her nails into his back.

"Oh god, Michonne," Rick moaned into her ear; he drew her leg up to wrap about his waist so he could plunge deeper into her. Her breath hitched each time he filled her with his hardness; a light sheen of sweat soon dampened his skin. His breath was shallow and hot against her neck. She clenched her walls around him and rolled her hips to meet his eager thrusts. He set a steady pace before bringing his lips back to Michonne's; their kisses were messy and full of need. She closed her eyes and let a rivulets of pleasure wash over her as Rick's desire urged him forward to maintain a sate hers.

xXxXx

When their breathing had returned to normal and the candles had almost burned out, Michonne lay in the dim light with her head resting on Rick's arm; he kept his hand pressed to her back in an effort to keep her close. Her own arm was draped over his stomach; their fingers were entwined. Rick gently rubbed his thumb over hers and smiled to himself.

"This is good," he whispered before turning and kissing her forehead.

"It is," she replied, nuzzling into him. "I didn't realize I could feel this safe with anyone."

Rick rubbed her back.

"I feel so safe with you, Rick," she added.

"Good," he whispered as he brought his hand up and stroked her hair softly. "You're always safe with me. I'd never do anythin' to hurt you."

"I know," she replied with a smile before leaning up on her elbow and looking down at Rick. She released her fingers from his and placed her hand to his chest; she could feel his heart beating. "Nothing hurts when I'm with you. You make me so happy."

He smiled brightly at her before brushing her hair away from her face; she beamed back at him and then pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips. Drawing back, Michonne stared deep into Rick's eyes for a moment, registering the absolute admiration therein.

"I love you, Rick," she whispered, before nestling closer to him once again; her head near his heart. "I love you."

A/N: I hope you liked reading that instalment as much as I liked writing it! Their weekend is far from over; expect more smut and fluff. You've been so awesome for sticking with this story. Thanks!