A/N: Hello, Dear Readers. So, this isn't going to be the final chapter of this fic. Here is a little filler before we get to the end of this story. It is short. I hope you enjoy. Thank you for sticking with me! I am sorry for the extended wait. This takes place three weeks after the previous chapter. Enjoy!

Though it was early morning, their bedroom was filled with light that shone through the open windows. Rick was nestled close behind Michonne; his arm draped over her waist; his lips pressed to her bare shoulder. She was roused from her slumber by his persistent kisses, trailing up to her neck.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice sounding drowsy from sleep.

"Mornin', beautiful," Rick replied, his hand caressing her tummy through the bedsheet that was swathed over their nakedness.

"Is it a bad thing that I don't want to move right now?" she asked, placing her hand over his.

"Not at all," Rick answered. "It's a great idea, actually. We could stay in bed all day and the world would keep right on turnin'. So, let's just stay in bed."

Michonne groaned, knowing full well she could not afford to remain wrapped in Rick's arms all day. She turned to him; he stroked the side of her face.

"We can't," she offered. "My mom's gonna be here today; and knowing her, she's probably entering the city limits right about now."

"What time did she say she'd be leavin'?" asked Rick as he checked the clock on the night stand.

"Morning," said Michonne. "Which could be anytime, really."

"Do we have time to fool around?" Rick queried, with a teasing look.

"Grimes, do you have a one-track mind?" asked Michonne, with a large smile.

His hand shifted from her face to her backside; he gave it a firm squeeze.

"Maybe. But can you blame me?" was his response. "Wakin' up next to you every day makes me feel stuff and things."

"You're terrible," she replied, smacking his chest playfully.

"So, what d'ya say?" he asked, as he shifted and rolled her on to her back, his body hovering over hers. She laced her fingers through his tresses, and smiled up at him.

"I can't say no to you," she said.

They shared a slow, languid kiss that soon grew more passionate. Rick deepened it, his tongue working over Michonne's, as their lips fit perfectly together. He drew away from her slightly, and took the moment to stare into her deep, brown eyes.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, trailing the back of his hand over the side of her face. "You're everything I ever wanted. I'm so glad you chose me."

She beamed brightly up at him and replied, "You're everything I ever needed. I love you."

"And I love you," said Rick, before they shared another kiss.

…..

Michonne always loved his stomach kisses; the way he would press his lips to her firm skin, and slowly move southward. They always ended up with Rick kissing her most secret delta. Now, as his deft mouth passed by her navel, she knew what was coming, and parted her thighs to afford him better access.

Rick placed one hand over her abdomen, to hold her steady, as the other traced circles on the outside of her thigh. He peppered small kisses to the inside, before slowly making his way toward her sweet, swollen lips; his facial hair tickling her as he paid her attention. In one unhurried motion, he licked the entire length of her sex, before kissing her there.

"Rick," she whispered, her naked chest heaving as her desire poured over her.

He smiled. He had only just began to pleasure her in his most favorite way, and she was already calling his name. Spurred on by her obvious liking of his devotion, Rick worked his tongue between her folds; he took his fingers and spread her open. His mouth watering at the sight of her glistening pink center, framed beautifully by her soft, dark lips. He ran the tip of his thumb over her tiny hood as he coaxed her clit from under it. She rolled her hips at the sensation. He brought his mouth back to her core, as he lapped at her stiffened bud, before inserting two fingers inside of her. He alternated between kissing and sucking, as he drank up her sweet nectar and brought her to her climax.

…..

"Oh, ohhhh, Rick," Michonne cried, as he penetrated her core faster, while rocking on top of her. She wrapped her legs tighter about his waist, as she dug her nails into his muscular back. Sweat dripped from his brow as he leaned down to capture her mouth with his once more, never ceasing, or slowing, his eager thrusts.

"God, baby," he moaned against her lips. "I love you. God, I love you."

He struck her spot over and over agaon, as he watched her eyes roll shut and her mouth fall open. She was close.

"Rick," she whimpered. "Ahhhhh, ahh."

He buried his face into her hair and drove his length into her tight wetness again and yet again, faster and faster; harder and harder. He felt her walls tighten around him, as she bucked her hips. Soon thereafter, she reached the apex of her pleasure.

"Ohhhhh, Rick," she breathed.

"Hmmmmm, baby," he moaned, while continuing his thrusts. "I'm comin', ohhhhh, Michonne. Michonne."

He lifted her leg up over his shoulder and pumped into her a few more times, before he clenched his eyes, held his breath, and spilled his hot seed inside of her womb. He exhaled loudly, called her name once more, and then collapsed on top of her. They shared a messy, breathless kiss before her rolled to his back, and drew her sated, naked form with him. He slipped his manhood from her center, draped her leg over his, and pulled her body close. Her head came to rest on his chest, as he held her in his arms. He took hold of her hand, and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles as they each fought to calm their breathing.

"I love you, Michonne," he whispered while she listened to his heart beating. "I love you."

xXxXx

A loud breath escaped her mouth as Michonne ended the phone call. She looked at Rick, her smile wide and her eyes bright, and said, "She'll be here in ten minutes."

A crooked, somewhat nervous smile crept over his face. After spending the morning making love, the pair were now eagerly awaiting the arrival of Michonne's mother, Deidre. She was just inside the city limits, and was on her way to the home that the couple shared.

"Don't look so worried," she reassured.

"I'm just a little anxious," he admitted. "This is a big deal, meetin' you mama."

"You've spoken to her on the phone before," said Michonne. "It's not like you know nothing about one another."

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "But it's still a big deal. I want her to like me."

"Aw, honey," said Michonne as she cupped his face and kissed his lips. "She's gonna love you."

A/N: More to come!