A/N: Hey! It's been a while since I last updated this. Rick and Michonne are at the end of their weekend away. Let's check in with our faves. This is mainly smut with some fluff.

The bedroom was still shrouded in some darkness when Michonne rolled over to check the time on her phone; squinting, she could see that it was almost five-thirty in the morning. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she shifted, readying herself to climb from the comfortable bed. Rick grunted beside her, and reached his arm around her waist, drawing her back towards him. He was still half asleep, but did not want to have to lie there without the warmth of her body pressed against his.

"Where're you goin'?" he asked, his voice heavy from misuse; he kept his eyes closed as he peppered her bare shoulders with kisses.

"I thought I might get a quick jog in while you were sleeping," she replied, running her fingers over his forearm.

"Well, I'm awake now," he supplied, making her smile.

"I've been slack lately. I was thinking about getting a workout in before we leave today," Michonne explained.

He brought his lips to her neck before whispering close to her ear, "Stick around. I'll give you a good workout."

A shiver went through Michonne's body as Rick sucked her earlobe into his mouth. His hand trailed down her front and came to rest between her thighs; his kissing continued and she became pliant to his touch.

"Hmmm," said Michonne as she turned around to face Rick. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Rick replied, his arousal set hard from the look in her eyes.

They locked their lips together as he pulled her on top of him to straddle him. She drew away slightly, leaned down close to his chest, and kissed him there; working her way slowly down his abdomen. She kept her eyes on his as she took hold of his manhood and pressed kisses along his shaft. She ran her tongue over his tip before saying seductively, "Well, you shouldn't haven't to do all the work."

xXxXx

"You got everything?" asked Rick, as he stood with his hands on his hips and surveyed the bags that sat haphazardly on the bedroom floor.

"I think I'm set," Michonne answered, mirroring his stance. "I've checked the bathroom twice."

"Okay," Rick replied. "We'll have another look around after lunch and then head on back to town."

Michonne stepped nearer to him and wrapped her arms about his waist.

"Well," she said. "If I did leave anything, we'd have a good excuse to come back here."

Rick offered her a knowing grin.

"I like how you think," he offered before giving her a slow, languid kiss.

xXxXx

The clanking of the metal bowl falling to the hardwood floor was drowned out by Rick's primal, labored grunts; impatient and full of need. He drove his hardened length between Michonne's folds again and again as he gripped her hips with his firm hands. The tabletop, where their neglected lunchtime preparations sat, pressed coolly against Michonne's round backside. Her panties were drawn hastily to the side and exposed her ripe, moist, throbbing lips. Rick's thick, engorged cock momentarily rubbed against her slick opening before he slid inside of her once more; their raw, unobstructed flesh was wet and glistening in the sparse midday light.

The legs of the table scraped slightly against the floor as Michonne's legs enveloped Rick's waist. He drew her flimsy tank top over her head and caught her mouth in a messy kiss. Her small yet pert tits bouncing with every eager thrust; her dark nipples prominent and hard against his pink lips and tongue.

"Ahhh," breathed Rick, as he plunged deeper; his hand cupping her breast. A faint sucking sound pervaded each time his veiny, red cock slipped inside of her tight, sweet pussy. Her eyes rolled shut as he pounded her; enthused by her eager moans. Rick pressed his sweat covered body against Michonne's nakedness as he urged her to lay down on the table and lifted her legs higher, driving his hard dick between her lips. He struck at her core as she moaned his name, begging him to fuck her harder and faster. Her juices coating his aching cock; slippery and drizzling precum from his smooth tip. Her clit was throbbing as she clenched her walls around his dick. His mouth caught hers in another kiss as he moaned her name. Her heated pussy soaking his manhood as he slid inside her wetness over and over. His rigid, throbbing cock shimmering from her pulsating center.

"Ah, ahhhhhh, ohh, Rick," Michonne whimpered. "Oh, god!"

"Fuck," he breathed heavily; aroused even more so by the way she called his name.

He drew one of her legs over his shoulder and thrust his dick harder into her before leaning down and sucking at her collarbone; he closed his eyes and moaned her name several times over. Her juices ran down from her opening as Rick lifted her ass off of the tabletop and thrust more fervently.

"Oh god, yes," she cooed, as both felt their climax approaching. "Right there. Yes, Rick, just like that..."

xXxXx

They ended up packing up and travelling back to town later than they had intended to. Their lunch was neglected for other pleasures, more carnal in nature. Michonne shifted a little in her seat and still felt a tenderness between her thighs from Rick's earlier attentions.

She spent the ride home alternating between glancing over at Rick and watching the country scenery fly by. She took note of the easy expression that he was wearing; he looked so at ease and happy. That is exactly how she felt after spending the weekend with him. Getting to know him better and being intimate with him; professing that they did love one another, after all of the complexities that they had faced before. A weight had been lifted and they were finally able to move forward with their relationship.

After feeling her eyes on him, Rick turned to look at Michonne quickly. He gave her a sweet smile and tapped his hand on the steering wheel.

"What are you thinkin'?" he asked, turning his head once more; Michonne smiled and sighed deeply.

"I'm thinking about how happy you look," she said. "And how happy it's making me to see you look so happy."

She had really grown comfortable with being forthright and candid with Rick, even more so in the past few days. He grinned and reached his hand over to rest on her leg.

"You make me happy," he offered sincerely. His statement, so simple, yet endearing, brought a wide smile to her face as she covered his hand with her own. She still felt giddy, and it was not just the lovemaking; it was everything. Being there with Rick; being open and honest about how they felt. Allowing herself to be loved and to love in return. Michonne had never felt so contented than she did at that very moment riding in that car, down that country road, with the man she had grown to love and respect.

"Same," she said. "I'm so happy that I can't even begin to explain it. Thank you, Rick. For everything."