A/N: Thanks so much for the feedback, everyone. Thanks to those silent readers as well. Richonne's weekend continues and it's mainly smut and fluff. Let me know what you think!

"I love you," said Rick for what felt like the hundredth time that morning; it rolled off of his tongue with such conviction and ease. His heart was full; his face sore from smiling. He was exhausted from their lovemaking, but driven by his desire for her.

"I love you, too," Michonne replied, unable to contain how truly happy she felt to be in his arms. How relieved she was that she could utter those words. How sincere she was in her admission. Their mouths met again and Rick was certain that he could spend every waking moment kissing Michonne, his Michonne.

The kiss was unhurried yet passionate as their lips and tongues sought each other out with a growing craving and fervor. Rick was propped up on his arm while his body covered Michonne's naked form; her fingers threaded naturally through his curls as his hand gripped her tiny waist. The early morning light caressing their gleaming skin as Rick shifted his attentions to Michonne's collarbone while he lapped at her skin with his eager lips. The soft, low moan she made caused his rising arousal to quiver against the smoothness of her leg. His fingers soon traced over the rise of her hip down to the heat that pooled between her legs; she parted them for Rick as he teasingly draw his fingertips over the length of her slit.

Spreading her open ever so slightly, Rick found her delta still slick from their earlier lovemaking; he used his fingers to rub her juices into her nub as he massaged her in a circular motion. Michonne's hips bucked as she let out another pleasured moan. He persisted a while longer, before his cock, now fully erect and aching to be inside of her, began to drip. He searched the nightstand for condom, and made quick work of rolling it over his head and down his shaft. He held her gaze as he positioned himself between her luscious thighs; he stroked his dick thrice before he slipped it amid her swollen lips.

Rick's movements started off gently; he eased his hardness inside of Michonne's pussy inch-by-inch as her eyes rolled shut. He relished in the feeling of having her sex enveloping his once more, never tired of the closeness they were experiencing. As his need for her grew, his ministrations hastened. They shared another messy kiss as he slid his cock in and out of her throbbing, tight folds. Rick moaned deeply while Michonne began to whimper softly from his thrusts. She raised her pelvis and rolled her hips in time with his movements while gripping his shoulders; her nails marking his reddening skin.

As he withdrew and entered her over and over, her small cries became louder. The smacking of their damp skin a rhythmic complement to the low, throaty sounds that escaped their mouths. Rick lifted her legs up higher around his waist and relentlessly pounded her; his cock drenched from her juices as he stuck at her core.

Michonne clenched her walls around his hardness while she exhaled his name. Rick's body rubbing against her sensitive area as he slid in and out of her heated center faster and harder. They continued this carnal dance with heavy breaths; whispering each other's names each time pleasure washed over their bodies and love filled their souls.

After several glorious moments of sensuous give and take, Rick felt the familiar heat building up as his apex was quickly approaching. Not wanting to leave Michonne behind, Rick skillfully rubbed at her core until she came to her climax; Michonne whimpered his name loudly and held on to him tighter as she was overcome by her orgasm. He felt her sex contracting around his as he offered a few more deep thrusts. Rick moaned her name as his hot, white seed spilled forth from him; he collapsed in a heap on top of Michonne as they both fought to steady their breathing and regain their composure. Soon, Rick kissed her forehead and then rolled his body from off of hers. He stroked her hair and brushed it away from her face. After offering her a languid smile, which she returned in kind. After discreetly discarding the used condom, he wrapped his arm over her front and drew her body nearer to him. Their eyes, still heavy from desire and glowing with love, stayed fixed on each other. Michonne reached over and cupped his face before whispering once more, "I love you."

xXxXx

"You sure there aren't any snakes around here?" asked Michonne as she and Rick sauntered side-by-side down an old walking track that seemed to have seen very little traffic in recent times. The faint scent of wildflowers and peaches wafted through the air. The warm midday sun shining brightly on the pair as Michonne squinted in Rick's direction and waited for his reply.

"That's exactly somethin' I expected a city girl like you to ask," Rick teased before he reached over and took hold of her hand; their fingers interlocked as he gently stroked his thumb over hers.

"That's not an answer, Rick," she replied while searching the ground just ahead of them; he let out a laugh and squeezed her hand.

"I'm sure there're some snakes around," he offered. "But they're more afraid of us than we are of them. They ain't gonna bother us if we leave 'em be."

"Yeah, right. And that's such a typical country-ass thing to say," she said half-jokingly, which caused Rick to laugh even louder as they continued on their way.

…..

By the time Rick and Michonne reached the small creek down at the back of his family's property, they had both worked up an appetite. Rick had packed them a picnic lunch and suggested that they dine by the clear, sparkling waterway under the shade of a tree. Michonne personally did not want to get out of bed, but realized she probably needed to come up for air soon.

She groaned a little as they both sat down on the blanket.

"You okay?" asked Rick.

"Yeah," she replied with a smile. "Just a little stiff, but it's all right; I haven't gotten such a good workout in so long."

Rick bit his bottom lip and felt his body grow warm, "Glad I could help."

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I just might end up being as bowlegged as you by the time we're done," she said before throwing him a devilish grin.

"Is that a challenge? 'Cause if that's a challenge, then I'm up for it," Rick replied, playfully; now Michonne felt flushed.

"I bet you are," she teased, before leaning over and kissing his lips chastely. "But we need to at least eat something…"

Rick went to speak with a wicked glint in his eye.

"I meant eat something else instead of each other," Michonne said. "You know, like food."

Rick laughed, "Yeah well, I've been eatin' pretty good lately, and I ain't talkin' about the food."

Michonne rolled her eyes and chortled, "You are too much."

xXxXx

A soft breeze blew up across the water and swept over the couple upon the bank. Michonne sat with her back pressed against the tree and her legs outstretched as she took in the idyllic surrounds. Rick lay on his back with his head resting in her lap. She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his curls as he stared up at her. He liked the way her long eyelashes framed her beautiful brown eyes; how her brow creased a little when she was deep in thought. He could spent all day committing her features to his memory. Michonne glanced down at Rick and caught him smiling.

"What?" she asked, stroking his hair again.

"Nothin'," he replied. "I'm just so happy right now."

Now it was her turn to smile, "Yeah, me too."

She breathed deeply. "What was it like for you growing up here?"

Rick crossed his legs and interlocked his fingers over his abdomen.

"It was good," he answered. "Got nothin' but good memories. Things were a lot different back then. Slower. Less complicated."

Michonne nodded as she listened to him speak.

"When I was little, I was always in a hurry to get home from school to hear my granddaddy tell stories about the war. He smoked this old pipe and sat in his chair on the back porch all day. My daddy was a hard man; he nearly broke his back workin' the land. He was no nonsense and quiet spoken, but we got on fine. My mama was an angel. She used to make the best apple pie for miles around. Lookin' back, I'm sure the kids from school only played with me to get close to her food."

Michonne laughed and snaked her fingers through his curls.

"She was the prettiest lady around. I never saw her with her hair in any state but perfect. She always looked her best, ya know? Kind-hearted and funny. She'd sing church songs in the middle of the week and she always took my side, no matter what."

Michonne placed her hand over Rick's; he smiled wistfully.

"When I was a bit older, I'd spend my summers fishin' and followin' Shane around while he chased girls," Rick laughed as he thought back to his youth; Michonne let out a chuckle.

"You sure you never chased girls, too?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied.

"I bet they chased you," said Michonne, pursing her lips.

"Nah," Rick offered.

"Come on," said Michonne. "I bet you had to fight 'em off with a stick."

Rick sat up and leaned close to her, "You're only sayin' that because you're biased."

"I am not," she offered.

"And because you love me," Rick teased.

"Shush," said Michonne as she playfully slapped his arm.

"You know it's true," Rick said as he closed the distance between them; they held each other's gaze.

"It is," Michonne whispered, before pressing her lips to his in a languorous kiss. "And I do."

xXxXx

The water in the pot had not yet started to boil as Rick turned the heat up on the stovetop. He spun around and placed a bunch of carrots on the chopping block before retrieving a sharp knife from one of the kitchen drawers. He was enjoying cooking for Michonne; he liked waiting on her any chance he got and their weekend away gave him ample opportunity to do so.

Lining the vegetables up, Rick brought the blade down and began to slice them. He hummed along to the sound of Boston's More than a Feeling on the small radio that sat atop one of the shelves. Something in his outlying vision caught his attention and he ceased his task. Standing near the wall was Michonne; her hair was tied back from her face in a high ponytail and she was wearing nothing but a towel. She gave Rick a seductive smile.

"Finish that later," she said before turning and slowly walking away. "We should take a shower first."