Michonne wakes up to the sound of Carl's voice coming through the walkie-talkie, "Dad…Dad it's been an hour. Is she alright?"
She reaches over Rick's head and grabs the walkie from off the floor, "Carl, I'm fine. Just really cold. Your father's asleep."
Carl hears Michonne's voice and instantly relaxes, "Are you really o.k?"
"Yeah, I think so. What about you? How are you feeling?"
"I'm better…my head still feels heavy but, I feel better than I did this morning", he answers.
"Good, go get some rest and I'll have rick call you in the morning,"
"You really o.k.", he repeats.
"Yes. Go to bed and I'll come and see you in the morning.
Carl hands the walkie-talkie to Carol.
"We're supposed to charge the walkie's overnight then pick up transmission at about 8a." Carol tells her.
"I'll make sure it's on. Take care of Carl."
Michonne gets up to place the walkie on the charger in the kitchen when Carol adds, "Michonne…I'm glad you're alright…It be really hard on all of us if we lost you."
Michonne stops and looks at the walkie talkie, "Thanks for that Carol, I…I needed to hear that. I'll talk to you in the morning."
After placing the walkie back on the charger, Michonne walks back in to the living room trying to rub the chill from her arms and shoulders. She stares at Rick on the mattress then looks over at the fire place.
She pokes at fire to liven it up so there's a steady blaze.
Michonne tries hard not to look back at Rick; she hated the fact that she wanted to lay back down in his arms again…but she really did.
The last time she needed someone; it was Mike and he disappointed her horribly. But she craved the feeling of someone holding her. Someone wanting to protect her and to keep her safe. She wanted to feel like her life was valuable, that her life mattered. Not because she was great at surviving and great at saving others but, because "she" mattered.
Michonne sighs to herself admitting her weakness and crawls back under the blankets with Rick. She removes the towel from her head then use one of her locs to make a loose ponytail.
She then lays back down on Rick chest grabbing his arm to place around her like it had been before.
Cuddling up with Rick on the mattress in front of the fireplace. She hopes to achieve that level of security that she's been without since the death of Andre'.
Four hours later
Rick open his eyes to the smell of smoldering ash, he looks down at Michonne laying on his chest.
The fire is all but out and Michonne's holding him tightly across is torso fast asleep.
He smiles and breathes a sigh of relief as he realizes that she's alright. He notices that the towel around her hair was gone and the walkie-talkie was back on the charger.
The house was still and quiet the on light in the living room came from the dying fire.
In that perfect moment of silence; Rick kisses her forehead out of a gut reaction to knowing that she's o.k.
His kiss on the forehead slowly wakes Michonne out of her slumber.
She tilts her head up in response to Rick's kiss.
They look at one another's eyes then at each other's lips.
Rick raises his hand to her face and delicately kisses the lips that he's longed to kiss since their close relationship began. He wasn't confident that a kiss from him was what she wanted until she brings her hands to his face.
As their kiss grows stronger; Michonne did something that she hadn't done since before the outbreak.
She allowed herself to be vulnerable to what she wanted.
In between the long and languid kisses she tells Rick, "I need help in this mess…I need you."
The words from Michonne lips ignited something in Rick that he hadn't experienced since before the outbreak.
He moves his hand from her face and places it underneath her loose fitting shirt and begins to brush his thumb over her nipples, causing her to moan ever so softly.
It was the middle of the night; there's a blizzard in full swing and there wasn't a soul in the house except theirs.
Rick quickly helps Michonne remove her t-shirt revealing her exquisite mahogany skin.
He marvels at the texture and color of her flesh. He mentally notes every octave of her moans as he lightly swirls her nipples with his tongue.
The sensation of his tongue hits her like a bolt lightening bringing the temperature of her body core to normal and then beyond.
He gradually drags his hand down her stomach and stops at her swollen bundle of nerves; his fingers revel in the soft wet folds that surround her "mini me".
Michonne threads her fingers through the curls in his hair, and starts to gasps at this rush of pleasure.
Rick lifts his head to see her face as he pushes two fingers inside her soaking wet cave.
Her eyes close lethargically from his penetrating fingers; the satisfaction of being able to provide desire to this woman is exhilarating enough alone for Rick.
But when Michonne starts reaching down to unbuckle his pants Rick knew that Michonne wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
Somehow the two managed to remove his pants between kisses; Michonne reaches her hand down to feel the hardness of his erected tool.
Her hands on Rick's member felt close to heaven; Rick knew if her hands felt like the touch of angels then being fully inside of her had to feel like nirvana.
And he had to find out what nirvana felt like.
Michonne was never one to be aggressive in the bedroom but knowing that the world was the way it was, she felt somewhat empowered by stroking Rick's member.
Rick grabs her hands and positions himself for entre'.
As he makes his way inside of her, there's a look of pain on her face that prevents him from going any further.
He abruptly stops and pulls himself away, "No…this isn't right, you're not ready for…"
"No…it's not that", she cradles is face with her hands, "…it's just been a long time since I've done this."
She caresses Rick's jaw, "You asked me to tell you when I needed you…back at that house" she kisses him again, "Well…" she kisses him some more, "… I need you, right now", she whispers.
Rick pushes through her years of being out of practice; after a few long gentle thrusts Michonne arches her back in silence as she quickly grows accustomed to the feeling him inside of her.
His movements are slow and gentle at first then her soft wetness of creates the exact mold for the path that his about to create.
Her leaking nectar the eases the tightness around Rick's thrusts making his actions more fluid and faster.
He kisses Michonne once more while raising one of her legs over his shoulder.
Michonne falls deeper and deeper in to Rick's thrusts, the waves of bliss engulf her, as she breathlessly whispers, "Yes Rick, yes!"
The position that the two are in are more than perfect for Rick; but when Michonne observes the look of closing on his face she stops him, "Wait!"
He stops in mid thrust, "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I wanna switch."
Rick looks at her oddly, "Huh?"
Michonne pushes him to the mattress then slowly sits upon his harden member.
The sounds of gratification are released from their lips as she gyrates with his standard fully deposited inside.
He instinctively places his hand on her hips as she makes sure to drive Rick deeper inside; he moves one hand to her clitoris while the other pinches her nipples.
"Oh, god" Michonne moans, "Oh my god, Rick" she screams.
Rick tries to maintain as Michonne explodes in complete gratification but, as soon as her walls flood his path he has no restraint on his own climax.
He quickly holds on tight to her hips as she starts riding out her orgasm causing him to release his essence to explode deep inside of her.
Michonne plops down beside Rick after having spent up all the energy she's built up over the past four hours.
Coming down from her high she immediately becomes nervous from her display of vulnerability and her confession for need him; she quickly thinks of a reason to get up, "I'd better get myself cleaned up before daybreak, I told Carl I would come see him in the morning."
Rick grabs her arm, "No."
She looks back at his hand on her wrist then at him.
"No, the sun won't be up for a while. There's no need to run away from me, I wanted this just as much as you did."
Michonne doesn't fight her fear of being emotionally invested in Rick.
"Come here" he tells her.
Michonne lays back down on her side face to face with Rick.
He runs his finger down her nose, "You scared me earlier falling in that pool. The thought of you never seeing you alive again…made me realize how important you are to me."
Tears start forming in Michonne's eyes, "I can't take another betrayal; I won't make it if I have to walk this stupid earth again knowing the pain of betrayal again."
Rick looks at her oddly then wipes her tears with his thumb, "Don't cry Counselor; as long as there's air in my lungs…I'll never betray you."
As Rick starts kissing Michonne's tears and reservations away; it's clear that for the first time since the end of the world began, these two harden warriors were willing to take the long shot at finding happiness in a world dominated by the walking dead.
A big "muah" to all that read my short Richonne drabble.