A/N: This chapter is full of Richonne smutty goodness. I hope you enjoy!

The next morning the morning sun floated through the bedroom window. Rick laid serenely in the warm bed as Michonne slept, her body spooning with his. He inhaled deeply taking in the light flowery scent that still lingered on her skin. He kissed her smooth tawny shoulder savoring the soft feel of her supple skin against his lips. Getting lost in the smell of her his body responded instinctually. He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist pulling her in closer to his body. His previously flaccid member growing and brushing against her supple ass cheeks. Michonne stirred at the small movement. Her mind still cloudy from the night before. She arched her back in a deep stretch as her ample bottom caressed his semi-hard manhood.

Her heartbeat elevated as he kissed her cool skin. The warm feel of his firm lips fluttering her stomach at the intimate contact. His fingers delicately caressed her shoulders as he turned her over onto her back. Rick gazed at the early morning beauty beneath him. She glowed as bright as the rising sunbeams dancing across the quiet bedroom.

"Good Morning," he said his voice deep but clear of any sign of grogginess from last nights fun. He rubbed his aquiline nose against her full one. She smiled sweetly at him placing a light kiss on the tip of his nose. "Good Morning."

"How are you feeling."

"Good… you?"

"I feel great."

"I bet you do." she puffed. Rick did feel great. After they stumbled back to his house and up to his room. They enjoyed each other well into the early morning hours stopping only after they had both passed out.

"I got to spend the night with you… again. Now its morning and we can stay in bed all day if you want."

"Tempting but I need to get back to the house to see what type of damage my sisters may have caused."

Rick pushed his bottom lip out into the cutest child's pout

Michonne snorted at the display "Alright, but not for long."

The bed creaked under their weight as they changed positions. "You need a new bed," she gasped.

Rick hissed as he slid deeper into her wetness. She seemed to be wetter now than she was last night. He groaned because he knew he wasn't going to last long if he didn't pace himself. He carefully withdrew from her heat.

"Hey! what are you doing."

"I want this to last. You know how much I love to enjoy my breakfast."

Michonne giggled at his lame joke. "Yeah, I remember. So what's on the menu?" she asked coyly, knowing damn well what the answer would be.

"You."

He kissed his way down her midsection till he came to her soft curls. He hummed in satisfaction as his beard slid over her soft curls relishing the feel and tangy smell of her sex.

Michonne gasped at the bristly contact. His heated breath caressed over her labia lips and budding clit and a shiver coursed through her body.

"Oh god… yes."

"I haven't done anything yet," he chuckled.

"Well then hurry up."

Rick chuckled again at her show of impatience. He understood how she felt. He had had countless dreams about their last time together. His cock throbbed and pulsed pushing small droplets of precum to the tip of his bulbous head. The sticky secretion dripping deposits onto the disheveled dark sheets. His warm thick tongue brushed over her slit. Her taste was just as sweet as he remembered. He moaned deep in his chest as he pressed his tongue inside. Michonne clamped her thighs around his head as electric tingles flowed up her leg to the deep muscles of her back. Pulling his head free of her vice-like grip Rick pushed her thick legs open wide giving him the space he needed to plunge his tongue shallowly in and out, fucking her orally.

She couldn't move under his hold. She was floundering with nothing to hold onto as her first orgasm came fast and hard. She pulsed around his thick tongue. Rick lapped at the delicate essence. Satisfied that he had devoured every bead of goodness he rose from his breakfast buffet coming to rest upon his haunches, his penis on full display as it bobbed at her entrance. Michonne licked her lips at the sight of his thick member.

She raised to face him, only to lower herself on all fours. Her body swayed with excitement as she eyed his dripping penis. She slid her tongue across her lower lip in sensuous hunger. Her eyes were glued to the hefty bulbous head of his engorged cock. Mesmerized by the single drop of his pearlescent pre-cum, she approached slowly, her eyes never leaving its target and kissed away the moisture. The sticky droplets stuck to her lips loosely. Rick hissed at the soft pillowy feel of her lips. He watched as she licked the salty confection away gaily. Michonne glanced up at him, her brown eyes mischievous as she planned to give him the same shivering thrill that he gave her a bit ago. Seeing the glint in her bright brown eyes, Rick placed one hand on the footboard of the bed as his other one wrapped around his girthy length. It swelled and pulsed causing more blood to flow and shade the member to a tumultuous hue. She watched as he slowly stroked himself, his hand sliding over the tip collecting the dripping cum and coating his cock in it.

"You see something you like," he panted.

Michonne didn't answer, but her mouth did. She took his head into her eager mouth. Caught off guard, Rick had to steady himself as Michonne easily slid her warm mouth halfway down his shaft. His body shook as she licked and sucked on him as if he was the last lollipop in the world. Sliding her tongue down his thick veiny shaft, Michonne tilted her head to the side, her lips caressing top and underside as she glided back to the top of the rounded head.

That particular move had Rick gasping, "Shit...easy or I won't last much longer,"

"Oh that's too bad," she mischievously chuckled. Taking her hand Michonne grasped him firmly, she resumed her stroking and sucking at a maddening pace.

Rick's mouth hung slack at the oral assault she was dishing. "Oh, God."

Michonne felt his cock tense, so she knew he was close. She abruptly removed him from her mouth with a celebratory pop sound.

His chest was heaving as he tried to catch the breath that she sucked from his lungs… literally.

She laid back down onto the bed on her back spreading her legs open wide, teasing him with a front row view of her dark pink flower blossom. She swiped her fingers across her tongue and began to caress herself… waiting.

Rick growled, " You're going to pay for that."

She raised the hand she used to tease him and stuck them in her mouth before saying, "Oh, I'm sure I will."

Rick fell on top of her impaling her in one smooth stroke. Michonne breath caught at the quick entrance. Rick paused giving her only a moment to adjust to him before he arched his back, pulling his groin back before slamming into her sticky wet mound.

He reached over and grabbed the hand she teased him with and licked off whatever was left, "Tasty, but I need more."

Rick then started pounding at a rapid pace that had Michonne mewling excitedly. The bed rocked loudly in sequence with his thrusts.

As the buildup to her second orgasm was quickly approaching, her walls squeezed tightly pulling him deeper into her. Rick felt his balls clenching as his own release neared. He was going to flood her cervix thoroughly and unabashedly. He threw his head back readying himself.

There came a quick set of raps against the bedroom door "Hey Dad Are you awake," said Carl. His voice was muffled through the thick door.

Michonne let out a small gasp before Rick placed his hand over her mouth. Rick eyed the door scanning the doorknob praying it was in the locked position. He let out a sigh of relief to see he had the somewhat sense to lock his bedroom door last night.

"Dad," Carl called out again.

"Yeah."

"Are you ok in there?

Rick shifted his weight a bit. The adjustment buried him a little further into Michonne.

Her walls clamped around him at the movement.

His eyebrow raised in question at the motion and then tilted his head at the daring look she gave him. He pulls back and slides back in. Michonne eyes widen at his boldness. She mouths the word "No."

He gives her a low growl, "Yes," with a slight smirk on his face.

"Dad did you hear me."

Rick grunts, his voice shaky as he picks up his pace "Yeah, I'm still trying to wake up. I'm thinking about breakfast." He punctuates the sentence with two quick shallow pumps.

Michonne moaned. Her pussy throbbed in a steady rhythm as the pressure and heat grew more and more.

They could hear Carl shuffling impatiently outside the door, "Hey, what's going on? Why won't you open the door? What's that noise?"

He leaned over her body to put his hand over her mouth to muffle the noises that were sure to erupt from her. He pumps harder. The strokes are shallow but deep enough to press against her sensitive bud of nerves.

Michonne's eyes rolled as her orgasm washed over her. Her moan stifled by Ricks hot calloused hand. Her breaths coming out through her nose rapidly as her legs shook.

"Go down to the community storage and see if they have any breakfast items we can cook," he panted out.

"Ok," Carl said hesitantly "I'll be right back." Hearing Carl's heavy footsteps step away from the door toward the stairs. Rick returned his attention to Michonne whose breathing was returning to normal.

Rick removed his hand from her bruised lips. She licked her moist lips. Her eyes beckoning him to continue.

"Oh, we aren't done yet." Grabbing her right leg and positioned it over his shoulder to give him more leverage to go ever deeper into her folds.

Michonne squeezed her eyes tight as she thanked any and every unseen benevolent higher figure for this man who enjoyed his breakfast to the fullest.

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Michonne eventually made her way back to her house. Walked with a song in her heart and a smile on her face. She was now ready to start her day. Carl wasn't back by the time she left, which she was glad of. She didn't want to make this morning any more awkward than it already was. It was well past breakfast, so she expected to find the house busy with people moving about but when she entered the home it was the complete opposite. The inside was still reasonably clean only a few errant pieces of trash on the floor and stairs, but there was no noise. No sound of movement anywhere in the house.

She headed towards the kitchen first to get something to drink before she started the search for her sisters. As she entered, she finds Luna at the kitchen table with Colton and Noah. They were each eating a bowl of oatmeal or at least attempting to eat. Coltons usually neat dark brown hair was a mess of messy straight short strands. He was leaning back in the bench seat his eyes still heavy with sleep. Noah seemed to be debating on if pulling the spoon further into his mouth was even worth the effort as his head hung over his bowl. Luna was the worst of the three her bowl was pushed out the way while she had her face laid on the cool tabletop her short braids covering most of her face.

"I'm glad to see you survived," Michonne said going to the sink to get herself a glass of water to quench her parched throat.

Luna gave a low moan from the table. Colton opened one eye at the audible noise from Luna after seeing Luna was still in the same unmoving position he closed it back.

Michonne placed the glass in the sink making sure to clatter the dish. Luna groaned louder placing one hand over her exposed ear. Colton and Noah also moaned their own objections to Michonne's lack of empathy for their pain.

"So where is everyone else," she inquired. Noah nodded his head backward towards the living room.

"Noah, who made breakfast?"

Noah groaned as if speaking was painful "Sierra," he whispered.

Michonne realized that she hadn't seen Sierra since yesterday morning when the Kingdom arrived. Maybe that's why she didn't run into Carl because he was off somewhere with Sierra. Well, I'm sure Rick won't mind if his actual breakfast is delayed.

"Thanks, Noah." He could only manage a small grunt as he returned to his cold breakfast.

Michonne stepped into the living room and was not disappointed in the chaos she was expecting to find. Multiple sleeping bodies were sprawled out on the floor and in any available corner, couch or chair. She found her sister curled up on the couch nestled in the crook of Daryl's arm. Michonne smirked at the scene. Now she had something she could use to counter any future teasing Ila may have planned for her. She left the room and made her way to her bedroom for a much-needed shower and a little bit of sleep.

3 months

Alexandria was thriving. With the help of the Kingdom, they were able to fortify their walls and add additional security measures along the perimeter. Zombie catching pits were dug and lined with sharp wooden and metal spears.

Fully healed Ila was now taking supply runs with Daryl much to the amusement of her sisters. The pair would travel far with other members of Alexandria, and sometimes it would be just the two of them, but they always returned with necessary supplies and more for the community. Their recent haul from a doomsday survivalist who had long died netted them a massive stash of canned goods, guns, and other supplies. A lot of it was traded with the Kingdom in exchange for more seeds or young plants.

A large section of Alexandria was soon converted into a greenhouse. The needed supplies repurposed from old buildings and farms. The small sprouts had everyone in the community hopeful for the future. Even Merle began to chip in and help around the community help more by taking guard duty posts and assisting in the greenhouse.

Rick and Michonne's relationship grew. Once the cat was out of the bag, the couple no longer hid their affection for one another. Michonne soon moved in with Rick, and Carl quickly moved out and in with Ila and Luna. He didn't want there to ever be a chance that he would hear his dad and Michonne getting it on in the house. Rick and Michonne happily agreed with the change.