A/N: Hi everyone. Sorry for the extended wait on this one. If you weren't aware, I had technical difficulties and lost all of my updates. Here's a little more from Richonne's weekend away. Just some sweet domesticity from our faves. It's a short filler. Let me know how you liked it.

The cool water that ran down her heated skin did little to subdue the incendiary feeling that encompassed her. Rick, with his own burning flesh writhing licentiously against hers, struck at Michonne's core from behind again and yet again. He gripped a firm hand over her flat abdomen as he entered her sweet center with his hardness. Michonne's lust-filled whimpers echoed in the otherwise empty room as she leaned against the smooth, pale tiles on the wall. Rick's eager fingers brought her to her climax once more; her walls pulsating around his length as he found his release. Rick withdrew his glistening cock from her folds just as his hot white seed spilled from his tip. Spent, he rested his head against her perfectly dark brown skin and fought to catch his breath. He peppered her shoulder with kisses before she breathlessly turned to face him and capture his pink lips with her plump ones. The shower drenched the sated lovers as they clung to one another; Michonne swept Rick sodden curls away from his face and offered him a smile.

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"What?" asked Michonne, a slight grin playing on her features. The soft glimmering from the bedside lamp caressing her form as she read from her tattered novel and chewed the remnants of the apple she was snacking on. She wiped away the juice from her lips with the back of her hand and continued to give her lover a questioning look. He smiled at her.

"Nothin'," said Rick as he lay outstretched beside Michonne on the bed. His shirtless body bathing in the glow of the light. He rested his head on his hand and drank in her beauty. Michonne tilted her head to the side and then placed her beloved copy of Orwell's Animal Farm down on the sheet that covered her lower half. She raised an eyebrow in Rick's direction; he cleared his throat.

"I just never took you for the eating-in-bed type," he offered, gesturing to the bright red apple in her hand. "Mainly 'cause you're such a neat-freak. I'm learnin' so much about you this weekend. It's been great."

This caused her to bless him with a smile. She held the apple towards Rick, offering it to him, as he leaned forward and took a bite. She brought the juicy fruit back to her lips and took more of it, tasting where Rick's mouth had been a moment before.

"I'd never have thought somethin' as simple as eating in bed could look so sexy," he admitted, shifting closer to her. "But when you do it…it looks so damn good."

"Well, I eat things like cookies in bed too," said Michonne, shaking Rick from his reverie. "Not really sexy, I must admit. What else? Oh yeah. Chips, dip. Tacos."

"Tacos?" asked Rick disbelievingly as a grin spread across his lips.

"Once," she said. "Andrea and I were a little tipsy and she cooked them and we sat in bed eating them while watching I Love Lucy re-runs."

Rick laughed stridently, without restraint. He was so happy to see all of these differing sides of Michonne, all of Michonne. The funny, goofy playful side of her. She was really becoming unreservedly comfortable around him and he loved every moment of it. Every new little thing he learned about her was a blessing to him. She truly made him happy beyond belief in the most profound, and most simple of ways. He leaned on his elbow and grinned up at her.

"We may have smoked a little weed, too," she added.

"Really?"

"Sure," she answered. "Not like it's illegal or anything, Rick."

She gave him a little wink.

"Michonne, I'm fairly certain you know it is a prohibited substance with the exception of medical use…"

She started laughing and cut him off from what he was explaining.

"I know," she said, moving her book to the side table. "But you're so cute when you're being such a cop."

Michonne placed the apple near the book as she lay down on the bed directly across from Rick. She brushed a curl away from his face.

"So I'm cute, uh?" he asked, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Yes," she answered. "Very cute."

"You're cute too," he offered. "For someone who smokes weed and eats tacos in bed."

She slapped his arm playfully, "That was one time, Officer Friendly."

"Yeah, well don't make me have to break the handcuffs out for you," he said just above a whisper, his tone changing. Michonne took the hint as she shifted closer to Rick.

"I'm pretty sure all I'd have to do is ask," she teased, before pressing a kiss to his mouth.

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She never grew tired of hearing her own name fall from Rick's lips. Graced by a reverence in his inflection; admiration saturating his timbre. Even now, as rivulets of pleasure streaked across her glorious, naked form, she was attuned to it. As she clenched her walls tighter around him and rolled her hips in time with his heavy panting, he gifted her again.

"Michonne," he breathed, with eyes closed and hands pressed to her backside; his own pleasure rippling through him. "Oh, God. Michonne."

Leaning forward, while not ceasing her ministrations, Michonne caught Rick's lips with her own; he moaned into her mouth as he gripped her hips more firmly. He thrusts upwards to meet her movements a few times before shifting and rolling her to her back. He never broke their kiss, nor did he withdraw his sex from inside of hers. Hooking Michonne's supple leg around his waist, Rick covered her gleaming nakedness with his own. Nipping the smooth skin of her clavicle between his lips, Rick continued to plunge deeper, faster, until his breathing became more frantic and gruff.

Michonne writhed against Rick's thrusts as she was brought closer to her climax as well. Digging her nails into his back, she felt the familiar sensation course through her body while she closed her eyes and whimpered loudly. Rick followed her soon thereafter, moaning her name again as he spilled his seed.