So I decided to keep going with this one a little longer. They're just too fun to write about ;) Thank you for reading and for the wonderful feedback so far!
After they'd finished making love, Rick shifted his body off to Michonne's side and laid in her arms for a good while, a serene silence surrounding them. He eventually rolled onto his back and raked his fingers through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh as he looked up at the ceiling. Still on her back from their position of completion, Michonne glanced over toward him, her mind reeling and her body sated. Rick turned his head to meet her eyes. Clearly feeling triumphant, he stifled a smug smile.
Michonne couldn't help but grin, "proud of yourself?" she teased.
"I am." Rick laughed and Michonne joined in, playfully swatting his arm. "Not as rusty as I thought." he joked, raising his eyebrows suggestively as Michonne rolled her eyes.
"Mmhmmm" She relented. He'd done well, she had to admit. She reached down and laced her fingers into Rick's.
They continued to stare at each other and hold hands as reality settled in and their faces relaxed into tentative bliss.
"You okay?" Rick asked earnestly. Evening debriefings and his sweet act of surface had lead to a whole lot more rather swiftly and unexpectedly. She seemed fine, but he needed to make sure.
"Yeah." she whispered peacefully. Rick could see she looked genuinely happy, which pleased him even more than the fact that he had just very thoroughly satisfied her.
He rolled over toward her side of the bed and kissed her, "I'll be right back". He scooted to the end of his side of the bed and sat up at the edge of the mattress, leaning forward to reclaim his underwear from the floor. Michonne shamelessly watched his cute little ass as he pulled them up over his hips and did the same with his jeans before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
Once he was gone, Michonne bashfully covered her face with one of her hands as a beaming smile spread across her face. "Jesus..." she sighed, amazed at how some good sex had her feeling like a lovesick fool. She decided to let herself enjoy it; who knew what tomorrow would bring. After the last two years of hell, she deserved a little joy. They both did.
Rick tossed the last stray throw pillow back onto it's usual place in the far corner of the couch and straightened a couple of items on the surface of the coffee table before making his way toward Michonne's room to grab her katana. Rick glanced around the room to make sure he hadn't missed anything before reaching for Michonne's doorknob.
"Hey." a familiar gruff voice sounded. Rick spun around to see Daryl walking through the front door.
"Didn't hear you come in." Rick muttered, immediately releasing the knob and briskly walking a few steps toward his friend, "Everything okay with our new friend?" he queried, failing to sound genuine or casual in his delivery.
Daryl looked Rick up and down, sensing something was off. "Hmmph" he grunted, "asshole's still passed out." Daryl eyed Rick for another second, "What's up?" He nodded his head with narrowed eyes acknowledging Rick's state of minimal dress. Rick didn't usually make a habit of walking around the house with his shirt off and he didn't tend to slink around like he had something to hide.
"Huh?" Rick stammered, sensing his suspicion. "Nothin'." brushing off Daryl's question he continued, "We'll talk to that guy in the morning before we head back out, see if he knows where we can find another truck of supplies."
Daryl continued to watch Rick from behind his hair, but relented. "Alright." He answered, turning away and walking toward his room down the hall from Michonne's.
Once He heard Daryl's door close, Rick let out a relieved breath. He personally didn't care if Daryl knew about him and Michonne, he had nothing to hide, but figured it safer to err on the side of caution until he'd had a chance to talk about things with her. After all, it had just happened. They were still absorbing what had transpired. Rick quickly retrieved Michonne's sword from her room and closed the door as quietly as he could and made his way back up the steps, eager to return to her.
It was certainly shaping up to be an interesting night.
Michonne turned the faucet off and looked at herself in the mirror while she dried her hands off, snickered at the euphoric glow in her reflection and shook her head as she flicked off the light and re-entered Rick's room from the en suite. He was still downstairs retrieving her weapon and likely straightening up the sofa after they'd left it's cushions in disarray. Michonne made her way back to the bed and climbed under the sheet. She sighed as she settled in and got comfortable, her restless mind metabolizing the events of the last hour or so.
Just as her thoughts finally began to settle and she felt herself drifting to sleep she heard the door open. She opened her tired eyes to see Rick walk through the door. He closed it softly and padded toward her side of the bed, careful not to wake her.
"I'm up" she murmured as he approached and set her sword against the side table next to her side of the mattress. Rick sat down as Michonne shifted to make room for him next to her. He reached over her body and rested his weight onto his hand, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her lips.
"Good." he whispered, gripping the sheet gathered at her bust and slowly pulling it down.