The pair laid in a tangled mess on top of her bed; they'd been there - unmoving - for the entirety of the morning. "Did you miss me?" She asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear him say it anyway.
"Always." He replied.
She rested her face in the crook of his neck and kissed him. "I love you." He grinned into her hair - he felt his face warm up as Michonne's silent laughter made her body quake against him. "What?" She giggled; she had noticed how hot his neck had gotten.
"This is the first time you've ever said that."
"I'm pretty sure I've said it before."
"No you haven't."
"Yes I have."
"No... This is the first time."
She shifted her body to get a better look at his face. "Regardless," She started, caressing his cheek, "I love you and am in love with you." She finished, kissing him.
He closed his eyes and allowed her to continue to pepper his face with kisses. "I love you."
"Always?"
"Always."