AN: Set Post-TOWL Episode 6, about a month or so back in Alexandria. Bedtime routines and the quest for some adult fun time. Rated M for stuff and thangs. Unbeta'd, all errors are mine.
"How'd it go?"
"Teeth brushed, pajamas on, and two bedtime stories. Safe to say Junior's down for the count." Rick closed the door to their bedroom, fingers curled around the knob. "Boy is relentless, I'll give him that."
Michonne giggled softly at her husband's happy, if slightly worn expression. She closed the book she'd been reading and placed it on her nightstand. "He's been fighting sleep since he was a baby. But I think he just likes staying up with you."
Rick shook his head, his smile still prominent even as he wandered towards the bed, dropping down with a small grunt as he kicked out of his worn boots. "Still a novel thing, I guess. Having Dad around. Judith was easy, though. Talked about her day and gave her a kiss and a tuck in."
"She's getting older. Pretty soon you won't even get that."
He groaned, not even wanting to consider the idea of his baby girl getting too old for the nighttime routine he was only starting to get in the groove of. "Ahh, come on. It's only been a month. Least let me enjoy this part before we're kickin' 'em out the door."
Which only made Michonne laugh even more. He felt the bed dip slightly as she moved closer, her hands skimming broad shoulders while her lips brushed his cheek. "Fact of life, baby. They're growing up." Deft fingers moved to the hem of his gray t-shirt, and she waited for him to lift his arms, tugging off the shirt and tossing to the bed.
Rick caught her hand in his, kissing her knuckles. "It does mean less interruptions in the middle of the night. No three AM feedin', or diaper changes."
"Just clomping pre-teen feet sneaking downstairs for late night snacks."
He laughed at that, the sound melting into a sigh at the feel of her fingers combing through his curls. "To be fair, sweetheart, that's any of us. 'Cause I know how that sweet tooth of yours works."
"Stop telling lies and kiss me, Grimes."
She yanked his head back, and leaned in, catching his rumbled 'yes ma'am' between her lips and teasing him with a small moan.
They broke apart, long enough for her to shift into a straddle, knees pressed to the mattress while settling in his lap.
Rick admired her nighttime attire, his fingers ghosting over the soft material of her white tank top, and slipping down to grip the generous curve of her bottom, clad in tiny gray shorts.
"You look good." He kissed the compliment to her skin, leaving it in the curve of her neck and up the soft line towards her ear. "Smell good, too."
"Sweet talker." Michonne smiled into the kiss she pressed to his temple, her fingers already tugging the curls at his nape. "You're already gonna get some."
He laughed at that, a rumbling, and incredibly sexy sound that vibrated against her skin, causing her to wiggle in his hold. He busied himself with nibbling on her earlobe, groaning softly when her hips moved against his, eventually catching the rhythm of her slow, teasing grind. They sank into the moment, content to kiss and rub on each other, their hands and lips unhurried but passionate.
Rick savored the sensation of being completely lost in Michonne. Her center pressed to him, one hand still clutching his curls while the other lightly scored his shoulders, her short nails creating lines of heat under his skin.
Slowly, Michonne pushed him back, her kisses still claiming his soft lips even as he hit the mattress. It gave her more room, grinding down firmly against the hard ridge of his bulge, still confined to the worn denim of his jeans but judging from the sounds he made, those deep, rumbling groans that tugged at the throb of need between her legs, he liked having her take control.
Rick's arm curved around her waist, fitting her tight against him while his free hand pushed into her shorts, filling his palm with a handful of her ass, thrusting upwards as she dropped her hips. "Fuck, sweetheart Keep movin' just like that…"
She happily obliged, drawing out her teasing with every sensuous push, just to hear the sounds he made. Those reckless wanton moans, hot against her cheek and she turned slightly, eager to taste his hunger for her, a shivery thrill racing down her spine, seeing and feeling how turned on he was.
Caught up in the moment, it was the sound of creaking hardwood that stuttered Michonne's movement. Heavy breaths followed their lips parting, her hand on his chest as she lifted up. "Rick, wait-"
"What?" Confusion colored the question, dark pupils blown wide as he struggled to comprehend her stopping them. "What's wrong-"
She pressed a finger to his lips to silence him, listening briefly and sure enough, there went the sound again.
The hushed voices and footsteps, careful ones that were trying hard to be quiet and failing. Miserably.
Michonne frowned, knowing more than likely who the culprit behind the late night shuffling could be. "Jude?"
The footsteps stilled and there was a brief, whispered conversation before finally a voice responded.
"Yeah, Mom?"
Which sounded far too casual (and much too awake) for someone who should have been sleeping, or well on her way to it.
Michonne glanced down at her husband and the pair of them looked towards the door.
"Dammit!" Rick hissed, a note of quiet panic in his cursing. "Do you think she heard us?"
"I don't know," she replied softly. Eyes still on the door, she cleared her throat and raised her voice, asking "Everything okay, baby girl?"
There was a brief pause.
"Yeah? Just going to the bathroom," came the muffled reply. "And RJ wanted something to drink, so we got water."
"Wait, your brother's awake?"
"Yeah?" Judith said again, warily.
"Hi, Mama!" RJ called out, not an ounce of sleepiness in his voice. "Is Dad up too?"
"Oh goddammit." Rick whispered, breathing out a heavy sigh, as Michonne dropped her head to his collarbone, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. "Yeah…I'm awake, Junior."
"Okay, just checking!"
"We're going back to bed," Judith promised, her voice getting fainter as they moved down the hall.
"I'm gonna get them together," Michonne whispered. She climbed off him, but stopped when Rick squeezed her hip.
"You sure? I don't mind."
"I'm sure." She backed it up with a kiss, slow and smacking, and grinning at his impatient growl when they parted. "You just stay ready for when I come back."
"Yeah, I will," he grunted, eyes completely focused on the bounce and wiggle of her bottom as she headed towards the door. Raising his voice slightly, he bid his children goodnight (again), laughing quietly at their hurried replies as their mother shuffled them back to their rooms.
By the time Michonne returned, he'd changed into his own pajamas, a pair of black sweats, and was stretched out on his back, eyes shut and breathing quietly. "Not asleep," he told her. "Just restin' my eyes."
Michonne took the time to admire him, muscled arms crossed over his solid, bare chest, and the sweat pants riding low on his hips. His legs were spread, careless and casual and looking much too tempting and she felt that familiar, delicious pulse between her thighs.
"Mmm, I know that lie well. Tell yourself 'just resting', next thing you know, it's morning and you've got a to-do list a mile wide."
Rick laughed, his eyes drifting open, taking in the way she shamelessly ogled him, and enjoying every bit of her focused attention. He extended his hand towards her.
"Well, I welcome any distraction techniques you've got brewin'."
Linking their fingers, Michonne followed his gentle tugging, returning to the straddle she'd been in before the interruption, pushing their joined hands above his head as she brushed her lips to his.
"Hi."
"Hey, darlin'," he drawled, hungry gaze dropping to her lips. "Gonna have your way with me tonight?"
"It was part of the plan," she replied around a breathy giggle.
"Was that before or after you jinxed us?"
"I did what now?" Michonne asked, dark eyes giving him a playfully stern look. "How?"
"All that talk 'bout the kids bein' grown, won't have to do any more nighttime battles. Then boom, look what happens." Rick shook his head, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "You're just too powerful, Chonne."
"Shut up!" She giggled, swatting at his chest. "That was not me. It was your kids who killed the mood."
"Oh so they're just my kids now?"
It didn't stop him from beaming at that, grin so wide she couldn't help but kiss him for being so damn sexy, letting her lips travel from his mouth to brush his cheekbone, nuzzling against his beard and dipping to the spot beneath his jaw she knew would make him stutter.
Michonne grinned at his reaction, the sharp intake of breath as his fingers tightened against hers. Her free hand cupped his neck, thumb grazing his throat and keeping him in place while she sucked and bit at the sensitive underside of his jawline.
"Goddamn," Rick moaned, hips giving a hard roll, bouncing her against him and she met his moves with a teasing grind, moving in time with her mouth as she continued to lave and nibble on him, greedy for more. "'Chonne…"
His body tensed and shuddered beneath her, his hand clutching tightly to hers. It was a hold he could easily break; they both knew it. But he was so content, blue eyes darkened, his soft mouth wet from biting at his own lips to muffle his noises as she overwhelmed him in the best way. His residual arm curled around her waist, settling right above the full curve of her ass, holding her tightly to him as they continued to move together, and he moaned at the steadily building pleasure.
Eventually Michonne took pity on him, giving in to her desire to kiss him, their lips meeting once more. Desperate and a little messy, she sighed into the feeling of his tongue teasing her own.
"You're being so loud right now," she warned, but it didn't stop her from shifting her hips, using the friction between them to stoke the growing heat between her thighs. "That's what almost got us caught the first time."
"And you're just pretendin' you had nothin' to do with that?" His laugh was caught between another groan and he sucked at her bottom lip, giving it a sharp tug because she was full-on torturing him now, feeling the press of her pussy right where he was hard and aching for her, and it was short-circuiting his brain.
Michonne, meanwhile, seemed absolutely delighted by his distress, body jerking at his teasing bite. "No, I know exactly what I'm doing, baby. Doesn't it feel nice?" She punctured the question with a slow, winding twist of her hips.
"I know what feels even better," Rick mumbled, his head falling back to the bed with a low groan. "Sweetheart…fuck. Chonne, please…"
She released his hand, completely unsurprised when it immediately dropped to her ass, gripping a handful with a firm smack that had her moaning hotly into his neck before sitting up, still grinding on top of him as quick, greedy fingers reached for the waistband of his sweats.
"Can you be quiet enough, baby? Hmm? Can you do that for me?"
"Yeah, yeah…" Came his huffed reply, and Michonne was sure she'd get him agreeing to damn near anything at that point, worked up as he was.
The feeling was definitely mutual, the pair making hasty, haphazard work of their pajamas, half-off and tugged down, Michonne nearly ripping her shorts in eagerness, which only made him laugh, the sound catching in his throat when she straddled him once more, grinding into him, slick heat coating his length.
With a small shudder, Rick reached up, bringing her down to his lips with a sharp tug, silencing her squeal of surprise when he flipped their positions, pinning Michonne beneath him as he kissed his way down her curves, nibbling and sucking at her smooth, dark skin.
"Know one way to keep me quiet," Rick told her, the gleam in blue eyes positively smug as he settled her leg on his shoulder, kissing the sensitive inner thigh just to hear her soft little whine.
"God, Rick…"
He dipped his head, busying his mouth with the business of tonguing her too-tempting clit, determined to coax a few more of those sounds from her before the night was through.
So much for being quiet.