Okay, I'm back. Thanks to TOWL reigniting my long-dormant obsession with Richonne. I plan on doing some one-shots of them back home after reuniting with their kids. They will be a variety, some mature, some K+.

It's been two weeks since they've reunited with their children. My timeline is they spent one month together away from them through all the CRM madness and settling everything after taking them down. We peek in as Richonne settles in after a long day in Alexandria with their kids. They end up united in more ways than one.

"So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you."

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Rick and Michonne collapsed into their bed, exhausted after a long day with the kids and finally getting RJ - who loved to ask a million questions - down for the night.

They took a few long breaths and enjoyed the silence of the house, and then both arose to get ready for the night.

"This makes three nights in a row that both of them are back to sleeping in their beds in their rooms," Michonne said while retrieving a pair of boxers from the wooden dresser drawer along with her brown tank top. Since getting back the kids took up sleeping in Rick and Michonne's bedroom. Judith in a sleeping bag on the floor, and RJ in between them on their bed. Even though she loved now being able to cuddle with her husband again, she already missed the sleepovers. Especially when they would stay up way too late telling each other silly jokes and laughing at Rick pretending to snore. As she slid the boxers over her bare ass, the heat of Rick's stare almost burned a hole right through her. She turned around to see him glaring at her.

"What," she asked in response.

"I thought you only wore them because we were on the road, but you are still stealing my good boxers." He said, teasing and pretending to be annoyed.

"Well, they are comfortable. Do you have a problem with that?" she asked in a flirtatious tone as she moved closer to face him. She put her hand on his firm chest and gave a coy smile.

"I mean does it matter? I guess they're yours now. Just like everything else I used to wear." He answered her question and then used his right hand to grab her by the waist and pull her up against his bare chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck waiting for him to finish his thought.

"They do look way better on you." He concluded while looking from her brown eyes to her plump lips. They both moved in for a kiss. He moved his hand down from her waist to her ass. His hand lifted the cotton fabric of the boxers so he could grab one of her cheeks, which caused her to moan in his mouth. She grabbed the nape of his neck to deepen their kiss. He broke away and started to nibble her neck playfully, and she giggled a bit. He walked her backward towards the bed while still kissing her neck.

No longer being able to take his ticklish neck kisses, she broke away from him and pushed him on the bed. He sat down on the bed shirtless with just his blue boxers. His blue eyes intensified with a hunger for more. She stood in front of him smiling as he used his right hand to lower the boxers from her body, leaving her bare. "Damn, I didn't know you wanted them back that much." She joked as she moved them further down to step out of them and then mounted him. She moved up and down and back and forth against his hardened member bursting through the slit of his boxer shorts. His left amputated hand was on the small of her back, and his right hand cupped her butt as he tried to gain leverage. She kept one hand on his head at his curls and used the other to reach down and move his boxers to grab his hard dick. He looked down as she lifted herself to align her wet center with his hardness and watched himself enter her. They moaned in unison as she adjusted herself to ride him.

"Damn, you always feel so good." He said, thrusting his hips up as she bounced on top of him.

Her hips rolled around as he thrust upward, which caused his dick to pulsate against her tight walls. "Mm, Rick." She said softly like a prayer and leaned in to taste his bottom lip. Their heavy breathing filled the room as their bodies worked into a rhythm like a well-sequenced dance.

He took his right hand off her ass to lower the thin straps of her tank top until both of her plump breasts were exposed. He watched them bounce each time he plunged inside her, the hard dark brown nipples begging to be tasted. He licked one of them with his tongue, then sucking on it before releasing it with a pop.

"Ugh, damn." She cried out, still trying not to break her rhythm as she enjoyed him filling her up. Her head back and her breaths getting shorter.

He knew this meant she was getting closer to the edge.

He loved seeing her face full of pleasure. She grabbed on tight to his back, wanting him inside her as deep as he could get.

"Baby, let me see you cum for me." He whispered as he thrust into her and held himself there. Feeling her walls tightened and her warm liquids making his dick slick.

She became so hot that she completely removed her top. Rick moved his boxers down more to his knees and then lifted her. She held tighter; her legs wrapped around his waist with him still inside her. He stepped out of boxers so quickly that he almost tripped. She ended up slamming against the wall to catch herself from his near fall. They laughed a bit at their clumsy save and then went right back at it. He used the leverage of the wall by putting his right hand on it to slam into her as deep as possible.

"Oh shit, Rick, baby." She whimpered, trying to hold on to his back and keep her legs wrapped around him.

He watched her titties shake with each push into her wet heat. He would then let his hard cock linger in it for a second to enjoy her warmth. Then continued to fuck her against the wall as hard as he could. She tried to hold on to a nearby dresser to no avail and instead wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her hips up to shorten the distance between them as he thrust into her.

"Michonne, baby." He almost yelled.

"Yes Rick, just like that. Don't stop." She encouraged.

Taking her advice, he kept a steady pace, hard and fast, until they orgasmed in unison. Her pussy gripping his dick stuck inside her as far as he could get as her ass levitated off the wall. Her legs and arms wrapped as tight as possible around him. Her fingers dug into his skin, turning it beet red. His right hand pressed against the wall to keep them both up as they rode out their releases. She felt his warm seed burst inside her while her sticky wet throbbing pussy dripped with condensation. They were both sweaty, his curls drenched. Beads of it trailed down her bosom. Both breathed hard and short, racing to keep up with the feeling of pleasure as they intensely stared into each other eyes. Their orgasms started to come down.

He helped her gently get down; her knees weakened, and he cradled her against his chest.

After a quick shower, they lay in bed, Rick in his boxers, Michonne 'hers' and a tank top, with only a few candles glowing on the two side tables on each side of their bed to illuminate the room. Her katana at her end table, his machete and prosthetic on his. Rick kissed her shoulder and snuggled in closer to her. He inhaled her familiar scent. The whole set-up caused him to reminisce before the bridge. He tried to move that to the back of his mind and focus on his good day with the kids exploring the woods. He tried to enjoy the memories, but an image of the unfinished bridge came to mind.

Michonne noticed the unusual silence growing between them.

"Rick baby, what is on your mind?" She asked her backside to him as he rubbed her back through her top with his thumb.

He knew it futile to hide his thoughts from Michonne. She could always tell when he did not feel like himself. "I was just thinking about today. How we passed by the unfinished bridge."

She sighed, remembering earlier in the day. The look of disappointment on his face that he tried to hide from her and the kids after seeing it was still destroyed and unfinished. "Rick, I'm sorry you had to see that. I know it had to affect you."

He rocked into her, a coping mechanism for him when his emotions started to become too much. "Thank you, my love..." He trailed off and kissed her shoulder again. But he didn't want to leave it there. "I'm sorry too."

"For what." She asked, looking for him to clarify more and open the inner workings of his mind.

"For everything you and the kids had to endure when I wasn't here." He sighed deep and long. A release, maybe a longing at the same time. He still struggled with wanting to change the unchangeable to go back in time and alter it so she would never have to hurt as deeply as she did.

"Rick, I know, but it is not your fault." She said, trying to reassure her husband. To fulfill the need to see eye to eye, Michonne moved her body to face him, and he shifted to hover over her. They often fell into this position in bed when the time called for a deep understanding. She caressed his now-growing salt-and-pepper beard as he admired the glow of her radiant dark skin in the tinted candlelight.

He needed to get his emotions off his bare-chiseled chest and lay them out to the only person who made him feel truly safe. "Michonne, I know but you went through so much. Every time I see the scar on your stomach from where those kids slashed you while pregnant with RJ...and that branded 'X' on your back. I should have been there to protect you. You had to keep both of our children safe from this dangerous world without me, despite all the loss and even through it. I think about the pain in your eyes in the few photos you have from those years. It kills me to know I couldn't be there for you. I didn't even get to be there for you while you were pregnant with our son. I have missed so much. We missed so much of us together." He professed as tears pooled up in his cerulean blue eyes.

"You couldn't be here but I made it through. It wasn't easy. Damn near felt impossible at times, but it all worked out in the end." With her words, she put her hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. She needed to touch him to keep him here with her, to keep him from fading away.

"I don't know I just have so many thoughts about it. All the things I still don't know because I wasn't here for your pregnancy. At some point, memories of being there for Carl's started to come back to me: the morning sickness, the swelling feet, the back pain, the food cravings, all the things I was there to support. It just came flooding back after learning about RJ, so I tried to imagine myself there with you to keep from going crazy with regret. But it is not working because I just can't. I don't know enough." He started to rub her stomach to mimic what he wanted to do if he had been present for her pregnancy.

"Okay, what do you want to know? What can I tell you?" She said, almost really asking herself. "Okay, well, my stomach got big, I mean REAL big, bigger than my…" She exhaled deeply and continued, "than my pregnancy with Andre." She said, taking a moment of silence.

"I'm so sorry." He said, acknowledging her loss.

"I know Rick. Thank you." She whispered and noticed his small smile in a show of appreciation for her sharing this with him.

She continued. "I tried to forget a lot because you weren't here, and it was so hard. But having RJ helped because before he was born, he started to remind me of you. He never stopped moving at night. He would kick and not want to stop. A stubborn night owl just like his daddy." She reminisced, and they laughed. He kept his hand on her belly, rubbing it and trying to place himself there with her.

"Then forget it if I ate something spicy or something he didn't like earlier in the day. He'd let me know. So, you would have probably been up with me, keeping me company at night and rubbing my belly to calm him down. My ankles got so swollen and my feet hurt so bad. I would have traded anything in the world for a good foot massage. I tried to get Judith to do it once and she just called my feet stinky and left." She said with a smile, recollecting the sassy little 6-year-old that Judith once was. Rick's dulled eyes started to light up.

He moved to the edge of the bed to start massaging her feet. "Rick, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm giving you a foot massage. Better late than never." He quipped as he continued to use his right hand to massage one of his feet and moved on to the next. He kept going and then looked at her, his eyes encouraging her to continue.

"You're too much." She laughed with a brilliant smile, but she had to admit, he wasn't doing a half-bad job. "Okay, well the morning sickness wasn't that bad, but sometimes I would crave something, and I mean anything sweet. I used to keep a jar of sorghum syrup by the bed. Eugene and his damn sorghum obsession, but it did the trick. I would have probably sent you off to get it from him so I wouldn't have to hear him drone on about it." She closed her eyes and licked her lips, thinking of the taste.

Rick quickly pressed his lips against hers, and she grabbed his face and opened her mouth to invite his tongue. After a few seconds, they both broke away. "Now what was that for?" She asked, confused but satisfied.

"It's the only thing sweet I could come up with off the top of my head. I'm improvising here. Junior ate all the damn candy I brought back from the Republic." They both laughed at his creative ingenuity.

"Well, you are sweet, so sweet to me." She affirmed, looking at him with 'heart eyes' and then taking his right hand and kissing it, not caring that it tasted like a foot. She held onto his hand tight and stared into his eyes.

"But the main thing I wanted during that time was just for you to be there to hold my hand through it all. Through all the ups and downs of my pregnancy, and then raising the kids and keeping this place safe, so I talked to you baby I did. I knew you couldn't hear me but I did it anyway…and I talked to Carl too." She admitted and looked down still holding his hand tighter and moving it to her heart. She started to tear up, salty healing water welling up in both of her eyes.

Rick released his hand from her hold and used it to lift her chin. Her head rose, and through the tears clouding her eyes, she saw Rick crying too. The silent tears were just like the ones they shed when apart.

"' Chonne, thank you. Thank you for sharing with me." He said while nodding his head. "I know it was hard but now I see. I can imagine myself there with you and Jude during one of the hardest times of your life. I know I felt alone but you were alone too. I hope this helped you feel less alone because I am always here."

She realized she felt lighter, sharing with him, and envisioning him there to support her during her pregnancy with RJ. "You're the only person in the world that makes me feel safe. And I love you."

"I love you too, and I always will." He responded. They kissed again, this time deeper and longer, so passionate they got carried away again.

Rick, his back flat to the bed, while Michonne rode his face. Her long brown twisted locs swayed as she faced the wall behind the bed and used it as leverage, her left hand lying flat against it. Her bended knees dug into the bed, indenting the mattress. She moved back and forth as he sucked and licked her clit, devouring her, his face and beard drenched in her essence. He stopped for a moment to admire the beauty of her exposed center, her glistening dark lips, and folds, and laid a kiss on her purplish pink entryway that dripped wet. She shifted, causing the tip of his sweaty nose to graze her clit, and he took the opportunity to inhale his wife's very being. "Ahh, Rick. Yes, baby." She whimpered while throwing her head back.

Her moaning and whimpering turned him on, making his dick stand at attention as it swayed ever so slightly in the empty air in search of a warm home to enter. He took his hand off her thigh momentarily to stroke himself while she continued riding his face. She only lifted herself at times to give him breaks to breathe before he pulled her back down again. He watched her, mesmerized by the bounce of breasts as she twirled one of her nipples, her eyelids shut tie, and he groaned into her pussy. The vibration sent shivers down her spine. She came with a guttural sound and lifted herself from the constant assault of his mouth. He still pressed the tip of his tongue flat against her clit, applying pressure while she trembled and her center throbbed and squirted with her orgasm. She slowly climbed off.

She then spits in her hands and gently stroked his steal hard dick. He watched as her silver wedding ring became wet with his pre-cum, her gold-plated 'M' bracelet shaking with each movement. She bent down, her warm mouth enveloped his bright pink throbbing tip, and she inhaled to suck in air, her tongue lapping him while she tried to milk him into her mouth. Satisfied that he was on the edge, she took her mouth off his manhood and mounted him. They kissed, mouths wide open, eating each other's faces. They tasted their arousal on their tongues. She took his veiny dick pulsating into her hand, it begging for a final release, and guided its entry into her wet heat. They made eye contact, their eyes hooded with pleasure and lust.

At that moment, he knew what she wanted and what she was trying to do. They already had a few mishaps since their reunion. But despite their suspicions, it did not seem to result in anything. He knew she would never allow him to cum in her twice in one night on accident. He nodded, and she acknowledged his nod as she cradled his face and lightly gyrated and rocked with him inside her warmth. He held her back and flipped her on the bed. He mounted her and watched her rub the top of her aching center. She knew the visual would drive him crazy and encourage him along so he thrust deep inside her and remained in her tightening walls. His balls slammed into the swollen fat lips of her pussy, and he drained his entire warm seed into her with great intent. They both let out a loud sigh. She looked into his eyes while she wrapped her legs around him and beckoned him to stay in her until he gave her every single drop of himself. They both envisioned a pregnancy without the threats of outsiders, where he could be there to hold her hand along the way, to make all the memories they lost out on. And to have one more day with another chance. They both tried to catch their breath as sweat engulfed their exhausted bodies.

After coming down and cleaning up, they settled back into their cuddle, this time all their clothes completely stripped away, and just a thin sheet shielding them from the night cold from the waist down. His defined alabaster nude chest pressed against the smooth skin of her unclothed deep brown back, his thick and long manhood exposed and pushed into her bare round bum. She held onto his right hand wrapped around her small and naked waist. Their stark-naked bodies in the tightest embrace. They closed their eyes and breathed in unison, their chests rising and falling together, merged into one. As the night sky darkened, they slowly fell into a deep sleep to the sounds of their breathing.