Rick's hand travelled further down her torso. He knew she was already half asleep, but he hadn't seen her or touched her in over a week; her new job was keeping her at work longer which meant that it was taking her away from him.

"Rick what are you- Rick I'm tired, not now." She went to push his hand from her but he quickly wrapped it around her torso, making it impossible for her to move. "Rick please." She begged.

"Please what?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Let me sleep." She whined. His hand continued to make its way to her centre.

"I will. Right after I do this." He caressed her soft curls. "Turn around." He demanded. Knowing that she wasn't going to get her way, she shifted so that she was facing him.

Rick started to draw small circles on her clit, making her close her eyes involuntarily. "Look at me." He said and she opened her eyes to look at him. Once she did, he entered her with his two middle fingers slowly; her eyes rolled back. He chuckled. "Eyes over here, babe."

She grabbed onto the hand that was slowly pumping in and out of her and let out a ragged breath.

"Rick!" She moaned out breathlessly and the sound almost made him cum in his pants. "Oh fuck!" She squealed, staring into his eyes. She knew she was too far gone, but she wanted to prove him wrong and let him know what he wasn't going to win.

He bent down to kiss her, but stopped when he heard the bedroom doorknob turn. "Daddy?" A little girl's voice said.

"Yes, sweety?" He answered, raising his head.

"Why is mommy making weird sounds?" The four year old girl asked, tilting her head to the side like her father.

Rick had to quickly come up with an excuse; she was still holding onto his arm for dear life and his fingers were still inside her. "Mommy had a bad dream..."

"Mommy do you need a hug?"

"No thank you, baby. I'm okay now." She quickly responded.

Judith stood there unbelieving for a few more seconds before shrugging her shoulders. "Well alright." She said as she walked out.

Rick immediately started stroking her again. "Are you crazy?" She hissed.

He put his other hand on her stomach and started pumping in and out of her with such speed that she couldn't catch her breath. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She cursed over and over again until she felt her core tighten around his fingers.

"Don't fight it, let it come." He said in a southern drawl.

"She might come back in here!" She breathed out.

"No she won't." He smirked. As soon as he said that, she closed her eyes and came with a guttural moan. "Good girl." He cooed, gently encircling her clit, watching her stomach contract with every move he made.

When her breathing had returned to normal, she opened her eyes to see him staring right at her. She stuck her finger up his nose, causing him to scrunch his face. "What was that for?" He laughed.

"For not listening to me when I say I'm tired."

"I assumed you meant you didn't want my dick in you. I apologize, now I know it means 'do not touch'." She stuck her finger up his nose again. "Stop that, that's gross." He grabbed her wrist. She leaned towards him. "Michonne-" He started to warn, but it was no use, she had already made up her mind to be annoying. She tried to poke his eye with her other hand, but he quickly caught on to it - and when she found that she could no longer move, she attempted to apologize by using Judith's preferred technique.

"I'm going to let go now." He said after a few minutes. He let go of her hands cautiously, watching her every move.

When she moved too fast for his liking, he took hold of both hands once again. "I just wanted a kiss." She said. He squinted his eyes at her. "Really, Richard?"

He sighed and let go once more. She scooted closer to him and caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes, oblivious to her true intentions. He felt her fingers trace the curve of his lips, he softly kissed them. He then felt something wet on his cheek. He opened his eyes to find his wife mid-lick. They stared at each other; well Rick stared at his wife in utter confusion while she dragged her tongue from his chin to his eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you a kiss."

"In what world does that constitute as a kiss?"

"Cows do it all the time." She stated matter-of-factly. "Goodnight!"

Rick looked at his wife's back utterly confused. He shook his head and laid down. "Goodnight." He replied.