A little intimate moment taking place in a theoretical near future. I hope people like this one!
When Michonne walked back into the bedroom from the icy shower she had just taken, Rick was already knocked out. From where she was standing just in the doorway she could make out a pile of unruly curls on top of a white pillowcase and a loud, dorky snore escaping parted lips. His gunbelt lay on the floor just a short distance from his colt python and Michonne's ever-important katana.
She slowly approached the bed on her tippy toes so she wouldn't wake him up. Sleep was increasingly difficult to come by these days in any interval of time. The world was a lot to take in.
Easing herself into the bed, she took note of the fact that Rick hadn't even taken off his boots yet. He must have been exhausted from the day's work, his half naked body sprawled out on top of the sheets with his feet dangling off the bed at it's bottom half. She pondered whether to take them off or to just let him sleep, but before she could make a decision, she noticed bright blue eyes looking up into hers. The intensity of their stare still managed to make Michonne's breath pick up its pace.
"Hey," he whispered groggily as he blinked a few times to clear the wetness from his barely-open eyes.
"Hey," she whispered back with a small smile of her own as she lay down with him over the white sheets. He took the left side. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"It's okay," he instantly replied as he shifted his body impossibly nearer to hers before letting out a content breath, "I was trying to wait up for you."
She chuckled softly, gently running her fingers through the curls they both knew she loved with every fiber of her being. Rick closed his eyes at the comforting sensation of it, leaning into the hand that lay just on top of his head as he enjoyed the feeling of his woman's thin fingers working against his scalp.
In the bedroom, Rick was a completely different person. Unlike on the outside where he was unrelentingly tough, within these four walls, he allowed himself to be vulnerable. Physically and emotionally. He allowed himself to be entirely open and truthful with every little detail. This woman brought that out of him.
They were practically intoxicated with true feelings when they were together this way. Michonne brought her plump lips to Rick's face to place a few small kisses against his bearded jaw.
"Jesus," Rick moaned out at the feeling of her lips against his skin as she eventually found her way to the spot underneath his jaw that drove him nearly insane with passion. "You're killing me, Michonne."
"I certainly hope not," she replied quietly as Rick laughed at her intentionally morbid joke.
Suddenly, Rick kicked off his boots and they landed on the floor with a precarious thud. He rolled on top of her, mindful not to put his full weight on top of her much tinier body. Easing himself down, he placed his elbows just beside her shoulders and he placed his hands on either side of her smooth face that glowed in the moonlight. Then he leaned down to kiss her lips with a new and un-tired enthusiasm. They were both excited with desire at this point.
"Mm, pretty," he mumbled through his parted lips as he pulled his face back to take in her translucent expression. They were both equally sated and happy to be back in the bed they had first made love in together seemingly all that time ago. The past.
"You are too," Michonne said as Rick's hands lightly probed Michonne's upper neck and face. She let him because now they trusted each other with an undying fire and there was no turning back from it.
"What?"
She laughed at his genuinely confused face, his eyebrows knit together like they tended to be when he was unsure of something.
"You're pretty too, is what I meant."
"I don't know about that." The humor was evident in his voice even if she couldn't exactly make it out by sight. "It's you."
"You are, Rick. I love looking at your pretty face in the moonlight."
He only huffed out as he brought his head back down to lay it beside hers on one of the pillows. Unbeknown to her, he was blushing out of embarrassment and was trying to hide his face from view.
"How was your day?" He asked after a couple moments of silence in the dark.
"The usual, really. Daryl and I took a look at some of the cars the others just brought in a couple weeks ago. You should've seen the look on Daryl's face when one of the-" she stopped when she noticed the look on Rick's face. "What?"
"I really don't want to talk about Daryl right now." It was Michonne's turn to laugh out loud, understanding what he meant with those words. Even though he was one of Rick's best friends, Daryl was the last thing on his mind at the moment.
"Okay, okay. I thought you wouldn't. But you asked, so."
"You're right," he laughed out as he tried to go back down for another kiss. However, Michonne pushed against his shoulders with nearly zero force, but with purpose.
"No offense to you, Rick, but I would really like it if you brushed your teeth before we kissed this much." Rick knew she was only half joking.
He groaned as he pulled his body from on top of hers and lay flat on his back, a hand covering his face. This definitely wasn't the first time he had been asked to use toothpaste before being intimate. Of all things, he thought. "I'm just so tired though, Michonne," he drawled out with feigned fatigue.
"Oh, really?" she lifted her eyebrows at him though his eyes were shut tight, "You're too tired to walk 20 feet to the bathroom and brush your teeth but not too tired for sex at 2 o'clock in the morning?"
At that, Rick sat up and pushed his long, thin legs over the edge of the bed. "Okay, I'm on it." He stood, but not before stretching out his aching muscles and rubbing a particularly tense spot on his back.
"Thank you," Michonne said sincerely, her voice now sounding tired like Rick's had when she first entered the bedroom.
Rick let out a thunderous yawn as he walked his way to the door. He thought better of it and came back to place a kiss against Michonne's temple, his beard tickling her at the tender spot. "I love you, sweetie." He purposefully gave her a big smile with his teeth as he pulled away for the second time.
This caused a wide grin to spread itself over Michonne's weary expression and tiny dimples to form in certain places. "I love you too. Will you check on the kids while you're out there too?"
"Of course-I'll take care of it," he replied even though he was already prepared to. It was what they did every time they left the privacy of their bedroom in the evening hours.
With that, Michonne watched as Rick disappeared from the bedroom, leaving the door slightly a jar on his way out. Michonne fondled the diamond ring that took it's place around a chain just at her neck. It was now one of the two most important physical items in her tasking life.
She thought about how happy just two years had made her and her designated group of people in the world. The two tiny kids that lay just two rooms from theirs and their older teenage son who slept downstairs. The prison people and the new people too. Things were good and they would just get better from this point.
