Rated - NC-17

Song: Safe from Harm/ Massive Attack

You can free the world, you can free my mind
Just as long as my baby's safe from harm tonight...

"This is how you spent your day?"

Rick's blue eyes glazed over at the memory of another time when he'd felt under her awed scrutiny like this. He wanted the night to be special. He made all the arrangements.

Michonne cast her soft brown eyes down in embarrassment. Her eyelids drooped heavily as she sighed and the weight of her troubles bore down on her. She hadn't meant for her remark about their anniversary to come off as something condescending; she was simply stating what she felt.

The world ended two years ago and she survived, they survived while so many others did not. The second year was better than the first, for everyone. People were starting to heal from the trauma; the group was adjusting well to the new way of life.

Rick had become a stronger leader with Michonne at his side and they managed to keep everyone safe.

Only a few elderly people died last winter from the flu. To Michonne this was a success in the new world. Things like birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries were irreverent.

"Rick..." she called in a desperate breath. "We need to talk..."

"What is it?" he cocked his head to the side. "You don't want this anymore?"

Michonne blinked and shook her head. "I've always wanted this with you."

Rick's baby blues narrowed and he looked suddenly unsure.

He pulled away and Michonne followed him.

She moved to crawl into his lap; she ended up straddling him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and tangled her fingers in her hands wrapping behind his neck.

He looked up at her with a mixture of doubt and vulnerability.

"I love you, baby," Rick admitted softly.

Michonne felt her stomach do that weird thing and she smiled. Rick's eyes were larger than ever and so open that Michonne wanted to scoop him up and comfort him.

Michonne felt her eyes closing when Rick started nuzzling against her pulse. Her breath hitched and his fingers dug harder into her hip – his right hand gently moved her hair out of the way before he cradled her head gently and tilted it to the side.

He pulled back slightly to gaze into her dark doe-eyes and she smiled at him, his thumb brushed over her plump lower lip.

She gazed around the room. "This is amazing. Where did you find all of it?" The room was filled with the soft flicker of white scented candles, fresh flowers and a bottle of wine lay on a table next to their bed.

Rick smirked underneath her, coaxing an equally mischievous smile from her. Rick smiled back and asked. "You like it?" His hand at her waist flexed to cup her round bottom through the khaki of her pants.

She ground into him in response, throwing her head back. The arch of her neck beneath his hand and the feel of her heated center pressed to him gave him an desire undeniable. Her hand teasing at his jaw dipped down to his broad shoulders and to the hollow of his clavicles.

"I do," She replied softly, her soft full lips tenderly kissed him.

Rick's hands splayed across her shoulder blades and down her back, feeling the soft friction of the cotton material of her shirt. His fingers clawed at her back, aching to tear through the soft cotton of her shirt to get at the warm, silky skin underneath it. He laid her down, hands circling her shoulders as he returned her kiss with as much passion as he received. Rick gently pressed her into the mattress on her back while his strong and sculpted arms supported his weight above her.

Her fingers threaded through his hair and fingernails scratched lovingly at his scalp drawing more growling and purring from him, which triggered her loving whimpers and rhythmic thrusting of her hips against his denim-clad manhood. She kissed and nipped his ear making him shudder and then she kissed the corner of his mouth softly before she lay back down, staring up at him lovingly.

Rick's jaw tightened and his eyes hardened as she yanked him closer to her, burrowing his nose into her neck and fisting his hand into her hair while his cocked throbbed with anticipation.

She gasped in ecstasy and was surprised when she found herself suddenly straddling him. He looked up at her hungrily, and Michonne moaned prettily as she met his gaze. Her eyes sparkled with a challenge. They quickly undressed and fell back onto the bed naturally.

She lifted herself onto his cock slowly; she shuddered at the sensation of the intrusion her hands moved, to push her breasts together as she threw her head back. Rick was momentarily motionless, giving himself time to adjust to the incredible feeling of her tight, wet sex.

"Michonne..." he murmured her name. It sounded sweet on his tongue.

She loved to hear him moan, loved the guttural sounds vibrating in his throat when she took all of him in. He was frenzied now, wild and she loved that she was the cause of it.

His tongue snaked into her mouth and she loved the feel of it against hers as his hands squeezed her breasts and her nipples became hardened buds between his fingers.

She grabbed onto his back, boring her fingers into him and she heard him groan out her name again and again. The growl he rewarded her with was enough to erupt a tiny volcano deep inside her.

When Michonne rolled her head downwards again, the look in her eyes and the tilt to her lips was all permission he needed. He couldn't slow any further, unable to hold back anymore – he felt himself exploding.

And with a harsh, almost angry groan, he braced his hands against the bed frame and drove in so hard it hurt, filling her up with his own intoxication, and driving her straight into her own madness.

She cried out inarticulately as her whole world snapped, then spun, then seemed to turn to liquid air. Everything in their bodies seemed to melt down at the same time, their veins turning to lava, their joints turning to jelly.

Michonne sighed happily and pressed her lips to Rick's sweetly and slowly. When she pulled away, she rested her forehead on his shoulder, kissing his sun-kissed skin.

He could feel the brush of her eyelashes when she closed her eyes and lay still. Both sprawled out, their legs still tangled, their bodies still naked. She reached to rest her hand against his heart.

"Rick...?" she called out drowsily as she rubbed her cheek against his chest absently.

"Michonne...?" he replied leisurely.

"I love you too baby." Her smooth skin hummed all over and she felt sensitive.

Michonne was Rick's wife and a loving stepmother to his children. The dark-skinned beauty was simply happy to be, safe, alive, and able to share her life with him. She lay there contentedly, her body still humming from his devoted attention.

Her heart is full of the love she felt for him, from him.