The Next World

Like a moth to a flame, burned by the fire
My love is blind, can't you see my desire?

Michonne began to feel lightheaded as Rick's lips made their way down her neck, the butterflies in her stomach haphazardly fluttering about. She felt like a teenager again, somehow, in the wake of very real, very life-altering emotions. Making out with Rick was one thing, and she felt giddy, to say the least. But in the blink of an eye, she realized she was in love with her closest and most important friend, and the feeling was mutual. Instead of any hesitation about what that could do to their friendship, it was with tacit awareness that they wanted that change. They welcomed it with joy, with kissing, with body exploration that would undoubtedly turn into sex once they came up for air. And it was something she hadn't experienced in a long time, and wasn't sure she ever would again. But there she was – happy. Elated, in fact. She'd found love at the end of the world.

"What are we doing?" Rick whispered, bringing her out of her joyful haze.

She lifted her head from the couch pillow when she realized his mouth was no longer on her skin. "What do you mean?" she returned, her confused frown consuming him. Was he questioning their decisions already?

His fingers fiddled with the buttons of her top, patiently unfastening the bottom few as he stared up at her with that smile of his – the one that wouldn't leave his face. "Your room, or mine?"

She giggled, realizing she was being silly to think he didn't want this as much as she did. It showed in every bit of his expression. She simply couldn't help but be a little nervous. This was all of ten minutes old, and it meant something to her. It meant everything to her. "Yours," she finally said.

He gazed at her swollen lips as she answered, giving them another kiss before he replied, "Okay."

"Okay," she nodded between their pecks.

His warm breath bathed her face as he pulled back to stare at her. He'd never seen her this way, in more meanings than one, and he couldn't stop grinning at her. "It'll be ours now."

She smiled right back, her fingers lacing through his curls as she pulled him in for another, their tongues locking and lashing as his body pushed against hers. His hands on her thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel his erection press into her, and it made her wet. Her excitement was building with every second, her body reacting in the same chaotic manner as her mind.

"We should really go upstairs," she mumbled beneath their kiss. "Like right now."

"Right now?" he grinned, his hungry blue stare unabashedly slipping down her shirt.

"Right now," she repeated, demanding his gaze back. Their eyes locked, and for the hundredth time that night, they knew exactly what the other was thinking. Michonne could not wait to please her new man, and the feeling was obviously reciprocated.

Like a moth to a flame, burned by the fire
My love is blind, can't you see my desire?
That's the way love goes

He pulled up from his position on top of her and looked around the room as if he wasn't sure where he was. Still experiencing a bit of shock and awe over what was happening between them. The fact that they'd come to a mutual and simultaneous understanding in one very specific moment was a bit surreal. And now, they were going to capitalize on it. He nodded, picking up his gun from the table, along with her mints and the lamp, and he offered his hand to help her up from their sofa. He knew she didn't need it, and normally, he wouldn't have even thought to, but as a boyfriend – which he, decidedly, suddenly was – those were the types of gestures he made. He was a gentleman – at least until that bedroom door closed.

Michonne smiled to herself, having noticed the small deed, and silently wondered if that was what she could expect going forward. It made her laugh, even, as she made her way toward the staircase, grabbing her sword on the way. There was a sway to her step that wasn't normally there, and it was incontrollable. Her emotions releasing through her body language, it seemed. She could feel Rick on her heels, and she chuckled a bit louder when she felt his finger hook into the belt loop at the back of her pants. She knew he was watching her ass – he always did, even before this revelation in their relationship – so she poked it out a little more than usual as she made her way up the steps.

Come with me, don't you worry
I'm gonna make you crazy
I'll give you the time of your life

The two of them quietly entered Rick's bedroom, Michonne seeing it in such a different light than she normally did. She noticed the bed so immediately. The candles. Rick's dresser drawer slightly opened, and her mind raced past the thought that they would be sharing that soon. She walked into the middle of the room, and turned as he closed the door, smiling at him sheepishly. He looked so handsome in that blue shirt and the dim glow of their kerosene light.

"You can have whichever side of the bed you want," he offered, gesturing to her sword.

She nodded, deciding on the right side of the bed without too much thought. She watched as Rick went to the opposite side, leaving his gun on the nightstand there, and he turned to her as he began to unbutton his shirt. Those butterflies again, claiming her insides. She pushed past them and climbed onto the bed, crawling toward him. She wanted to be the one to undress him.

Rick got the message loud and clear, stopping himself as he reached his belt. He watched, beaming, as she made her way to him, kneeling in front of him, and he cupped her chin once they were face to face, wanting another kiss. He couldn't get enough of her lips. Her face. Her.

I'm gonna take you places
You've never been before and
You'll be so happy that you came

As Michonne pushed his open shirt down his shoulders, she remembered just how long it had been. How closed off she had been to this idea until that very evening. She let out a soft exhale as she revealed Rick's skin, the scar on his chest reminding her of many of her own wounds. She was letting them heal, finally. "I haven't done this in a while," she said, her voice low, as if it would conceal her shyness about that fact. "Not since... before."

Rick nodded, thankful to hear it. Relieved. He wouldn't be the only one making up for lost time. "Me either," he whispered. The smile on his face was uncontainable, and he hoped it reassured her that she wasn't alone. She never was.

Her fingers paused as she reached his waist, and she looked up at him in surprise. She had just assumed he and Jessie went past that point, but he was obviously telling her otherwise. It was strangely comforting to know she wasn't the only one getting her groove back that night. That their first time together would be their first time again. She pulled him in for another smooch, pressing her body against his bare chest as their tongues wrestled tenderly.

They broke apart again for Rick to pull Michonne's tan shirt over her head, and he instantly took a dive for her newly exposed skin. His tongue dipped into the space between her breasts, his hands squeezing them hungrily while she smiled at the sensation. His magical lips, funneling downward as she fumbled to unhook her bra, distracted by his mouth gently kissing her stomach. The light smacking of his lips and his quiet moans as he consumed her were making her unusually hot.

He pulled back up to gaze at her supple tits as they bounced into view, and he wasted no time sucking them. His tongue circling her dark brown areolas, then flicking her rigid nipples. He used his fingers to tease them as his mouth explored the underside and then back up again, leaving little wet spots on her skin as he moved.

Michonne moaned at his gentle fervor and the wonderful contradiction that he was. She could feel his urgency, but could tell he was the type to take his time. He wanted to explore her body. And she wanted to let him; she wanted him to uncover every inch of her.

Ooh, I'm gonna take you there
That's the way love goes

Rick stood there licking his puffy lips, watching with lust-filled eyes as her slender fingers worked to undo his belt. He loved that she seemed just the slightest bit nervous, as she fiddled with pulling the buckle post from the makeshift hole he'd put there that morning.

"Was this a fucking chastity belt," she joked once it finally came apart.

He chuckled, his smile not fading as he felt her hands on his skin and his pants slid down his hips. She pulled him in closer, and he could feel his dick throbbing, trying to push free from his boxers. He wanted her so badly, he almost couldn't believe it. Couldn't remember the last time he felt this way, if ever. It so rarely happened that unmitigated love and unadulterated lust would hit you all at once, but that was precisely what was happening here. He stepped out of his jeans and kissed her again, because he couldn't stop kissing her; his hungry hands palming her perfect ass as he picked her up just slightly, enough to lie her down without breaking their contact.

Michonne giggled into his mouth when she realized she was on her back, then inhaled sharply, sucking all of the air from him when she realized she was on her back, about to have sex with him. With Rick. It felt as though she couldn't breathe, but couldn't get enough of him as their lips smashed together, their tongues thrashing against each other. Her tits stood at attention as their chests heaved together, and she was aroused by just the feel of his skin grazing her hard nipples. She wasn't sure how she would react once he was inside her.

That's the way love goes

Rick practically read her mind, his mouth leaving hers to explore the other parts of her body. He rolled his tongue across her clavicle and made his way downward slowly. Torturously slowly, as his hands kneaded her breasts. She smiled as he moved, enjoying the way he enjoyed her. His lips continued down her stomach, but his fingers didn't leave her nipples, teasing and squeezing them softly, rubbing the pads of his fingers over them while he traced his tongue around her belly button. She began to writhe beneath him, feeling how close he was getting to her nether regions. She wondered if he could feel the literal heat between her thighs as she waited for him to remove her pants.

He was deliberate in his continued slow pace as he unbuttoned her tight trousers, letting his kisses do the unveiling of her perfect skin. His hands were inside the back of her pants, groping at her plump ass cheeks, while his lips teased her bikini line with soft, wet pecks as he pushed her jeans lower. He quietly moaned as he licked her flesh, removing her clothing inch by inch, until they stopped at her thighs.

"Hold on," he chuckled, realizing that he would have to pull from her ankles. He stood from the bed and took hold of her foot, smirking at her beautiful face as he worked. "They were too tight."

She grinned in amusement and lifted her leg to help him out. "Sorry," she whispered.

He shook his head in response, but said no other words, his concentration on getting her naked. He pulled down one leg and then the other with supreme confidence, throwing her pants to the floor along with his own. Her panties came last, and he bit at his bottom lip as he peeled them down her thighs, unable to keep his eyes from taking in her pussy. He'd never been with anyone besides Lori, and he always wondered what his first experience would be like after her. If he ever had one. And now, staring at this absolute goddess of a woman, in all her naked glory, he wasn't sure how he was so lucky.

"You too," Michonne interrupted his thoughts, her right foot gesturing for his boxers. She was beginning to feel shy, lying there beneath his yearning stare.

He wasn't entirely sure what she wanted with him, or what he had to offer her, but she had chosen him, and he was going to give her everything he had. He hurriedly stepped out of his boxers, and stood between her open legs with that happy, sexy smile still on his face.

She sat up on her elbows, wondering what it was he was waiting for. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," he promised, gazing into those quizzical brown eyes of hers. "I just wanna remember this."

She exhaled a bit shakily, caught off guard by his enchanting earnestness. But then his hard dick was grazing her thigh, and she was brought back down to earth and the horniness that lived there. "Stop being perfect and get on top of me."

She didn't need to say anything more. He did just as she asked, crawling back onto the bed, ready to give his lady the night she deserved. After the day he'd had, maybe they both deserved this.

Come closer, baby closer
Reach out and feel my body
I'm gonna give you all my love

Within seconds, Rick had Michonne on her stomach, straddling her thighs as his tongue surveyed every centimeter of her skin. From her shoulder blades to her muscular back, kissing his way down her spine, making her shiver as he did. He made his way to her ass, the pièce de résistance, so to speak, as he'd had his eyes on that prize for nearly a year by then. He thought it to be magnificent enough when covered in those tight pants she always wore. But being up close and personal, being able to squeeze it, study it, kiss it, lick it, he was in heaven. He loved the tiny stretch marks that spanned across her hips, and he followed them down her thighs, pushing them apart as he licked between them. She began to squirm, which made him grin, both of them knowing where he was headed next.

His fingers got there first, stroking her slit gently, slowly, causing her toes to wiggle. Michonne's breathy moans remained quiet, even though she could feel herself coming undone already. But then she felt Rick's torturous tongue between her ass cheeks, and headed lower, deeper, until it was licking her wet pussy from behind. "Rick," she called out, attempting to bury her face in the mattress. She lifted her hips, albeit somewhat involuntarily, allowing him easier access to her clit, and he went to work. His glorious lips kissed at hers, much in the same way he did the ones on her face. He didn't hold back, and he knew exactly what to do – covering them, sucking them, devouring them. He used the tip of his tongue to give attention to her sensitive bud, and used the entire width of it to catch all her delicious juices. He was making that smacking sound that drove her crazy, and the moans that came with it, the sounds of him enjoying her, were making her even wetter, if that were possible.

She was whimpering as he relentlessly made out with her pussy, licking his way around her wet walls, two of his fingers pushing into her center, causing her to lift her ass in the air until she was on her knees. Her fingers clutched the sheets and she could feel Rick's stubble against her cheeks as she tried to stay steady, stay quiet. But that orgasm was coming hard and fast, and she couldn't contain her moaning. "Rick."

He wanted to shush her, but he smiled instead, not wanting to break contact with her delectable depths; not when he could feel her climaxing. Her thighs contracted around his face and he slurped up her cum greedily. She tasted so fucking good. "God," he mumbled to himself. His lips went traveling up her ass again, until he was kissing her back. Licking it, really. He absolutely loved the feel of her flesh on his tongue.

Exhausted from just the tongue-fuck, Michonne slowly maneuvered onto her back so that she could see his beautiful face. He looked so delicious, those pouty pink lips all wet because of her. This was such an unexpected side of him, she thought, watching him stare her down seductively. Rick always had a certain cowboy swagger that she enjoyed, but he was downright sexy in bed. Confident, capable. Ordinarily, she likely would've taken charge of a situation like this, but she was happy to submit to him. She was itching to, desperate to see what he would do next.

Oh sugar, don't you hurry
You've got me here all night
Just close your eyes and hold on tight

He didn't hesitate, and he disappoint, his strong hands taking hold of her ass once more as he loomed over her, pulling her into place against his hips. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his slim waist, the two of them fitting together like puzzle pieces as her thighs rested against his, feeling his erection between them. She sighed lightly at the contact.

Rick immediately took hold of his glistening cock, slipping it inside her slowly, carefully. But it had been so long, and she felt so good, he thought he might burst at just the initial insertion, and he pulled out quickly. Michonne moaned out loud in reply, the tip of his dick sliding past her walls making her tremble.

"You okay?" he murmured.

She smiled back at him, assuring him that she was more than okay. "I'm good, baby."

Her voice was dripping with lust, and it sent him pushing back into her with everything he had, both of them grunting at the delightful sensation of him inside her. He went deep, Michonne feeling wonderfully blindsided by his size. "Oh, Jesus," she breathed against his ear.

"Please don't say that name right now," he panted back. His lips dove for her long neck as he gradually began to grind into her.

She didn't understand the request, but she would've done just about anything he wanted in that moment, and she nodded to say just as much as she took him in. She would say his name instead. "Rick," she whined, her hands gripping his lower back, grazing his ass as he fucked her. His stroke was driving her insane. He was so fluid, so steady, he knew just which spots to hit. He filled her so perfectly, the curve of his cock tickling her sensitive walls with every penetration. "Shit."

"Fuck," Rick whispered in agreement. Her pussy was tight and wet, and he could feel her clenching around him with each thrust. He loved how her hands were clawing at his hips, as though she wanted him closer still. Their skin was hot, sweaty, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together managed to turn him on even more. He sloppily kissed at her lips as he worked her, both of them feeling as though they were suffocating, sucking air from one another, consuming each other. The room had become stuffy, and the pleasure so immense, it felt like it was spinning.

Oh baby, don't stop, don't stop
Go deeper, baby deeper
You feel so good I'm gonna cry

He began to up his tempo, pounding into her, and Michonne couldn't help herself, her soft whimpers sneaking out with every other breath. Rick covered her mouth with his lips, hoping to quiet them both, but it only made him more fervid, and the headboard began knocking against the wall.

"Shit," she panted, torn between moaning and giggling at how loud they were being.

As much as he didn't want to stop, Rick couldn't help but chuckle too, knowing they were probably about to wake everyone in the house. "Maybe you should get on top."

She nodded, feeling her headband falling off as she lifted from the bed and she threw it out of the way as they switched positions. She didn't take her eyes off of him as he laid flat on his back, his stiff, slick cock standing straight in the air. She licked her lips as she turned her back to him and moved to straddle him.

Rick felt his dick begin to twitch when he realized she was going to ride him in reverse, and he would get a front-row view of all that ass at work. He almost came right then.

She could tell he was excited, smiling at his physical reaction before gently pinching his left thigh to calm him. It was her turn to please him, and she couldn't have him finishing before she started. "Relax," she whispered back to him.

"That's not gonna happen," he teased, but let his head rest against the pillows, his mouth hanging open as he waited for her to do what she wanted to him.

Ooh, I'm gonna take you there
That's the way love goes

Michonne took his length into both her hands, and moved her body close, allowing the shaft to rub against her pussy as she lightly massaged it. He had such a nice dick, she thought – long, thick, not too veiny. It was another surprise added to all the other ones that had come that night. She licked his pre-cum from her hand as she pulled up from his body, just enough to get into position and sink down onto him slowly. "Oh god," she breathed, squeezing herself around him. She began to roll her hips just slightly, hoping to ease him into the sensation of her being on top. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he grunted back, though he wasn't sure that wasn't a lie. Between the feel of her and the view of her gorgeous glistening backside, he was at the edge already. "Just take it… slow."

"Okay," she nodded. Michonne rested her hands on his thighs, using them for leverage as she began to seductively grind and wind her hips, letting his cock feel every inch of her. Letting him know that she was just as skilled at this as he was. She glanced over her left shoulder, wanting to observe him enjoying her, and she giggled at the way he was fixated on her. She blindly reached backward and found his hands, guiding them to her jiggling ass.

"I'm gonna die," he muttered, squeezing her cheeks roughly as she rode him. He was barely able to breathe, watching as his dick repeatedly disappeared into her glorious pussy. The way she rocked her hips, the contracting of her body, the contrast of their complexions, it was a mesmerizing sight. "Michonne," he moaned.

She arched her back and began to rub her clit while she fucked him, getting wetter still, her juices dripping down her body onto his legs. "Oh god, Rick," she sighed. "You feel so good, daddy." His guttural groans in response were enough to send her spiraling, her orgasm sweeping through her lower body in a tingly explosion. It was as though those butterflies she'd been feeling all night collided, in an exceptional bang. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she gasped, still doing her best to keep her rhythm for his pleasure.

"You good?" he exhaled, feeling her warm cum coat his dick. He needed her to be done, unsure of how much longer he could hold out. Between clutching her ass, and her warm, tender pussy bouncing on top of him, it was just too much.

"Let me know when," she nodded, referring to his own impending orgasm. "I'll take care of—."

"Now," he rumbled, barely allowing her to finish her sentence before letting himself go. "Right now."

"Shit," Michonne hissed, realizing that he hadn't given her any warning whatsoever. She made a narrow escape, getting off of him just as he got off from her, and she did her best to catch his warm load in her mouth. What little she missed, she licked from him like melted ice cream dripping down a cone, moaning at the taste of him as she swallowed. Breathless, she let her body fall against his, relieved that she was able to salvage the close call. "You could've warned me a little sooner than that," she sighed happily.

"Sorry," he grinned, sheepishly licking his lips as he stared at the ceiling. He ran his right hand up her right side, stopping when he reached her breast, caressing it softly. He loved the way their bodies compressed against one another as they progressively regained their normal breathing patterns. "Took me by surprise," he submitted quietly.

That's the way love goes

That was an appropriate description of the evening's entire course of events. "No kidding," she giggled softly, rolling her body off of his to find her side of the bed. As she attempted to untangle them from their sheets, she noticed he was lying there like a corpse. "Are you all right?"

"I could not be more all right if I tried," he beamed.

She sighed in complete agreement as she moved into a more comfortable position on her stomach. She stared at the side of his face as she took in the moment, and what had just transpired between them. "You're different from how I thought you would be," she admitted in a mumble against her pillow.

He kept his eyes closed as he smiled tiredly in reply. "You've thought about it before?"

"Maybe once or twice," she smirked. She rested her arm across his chest, quenching her thirst to stay close to him. She smiled to herself when his hand snuck beneath their thin sheet and instinctively found her ass. "I don't know what I thought, but..."

"Truth be told, I don't know that I've ever been this way before."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Maybe it was always there," he conceded. His thigh snuck beneath hers so that they were practically interlocked, and it was right there, just like that, he felt completely at ease. Finally. "But nothin's brought it out quite like you."

"Mmm." She closed her eyes as well, her fingers gently running across his pectoral muscle until her sleepiness made her stop, letting it rest there. She was ready to fall... "Rick?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for my mints."

He let out a small chuckle through his nose, amused that that was even on her mind at that point. "That's what you're thinkin' about right now?"

"I'm thinking about how you were thinking about me," she confirmed in a whisper. "Yes."

"That's what it took for you to realize that I'm always thinkin' about you?"

She opened her eyes again, surprised to find his beautiful blue irises gazing back at her. He had that same happy glint in his eye that started this whole thing. She wondered then, if he would look at her that way always now. She hoped so. Her focused frown landed on his lips, and she leaned in for one more kiss. "Go to sleep," she said.

He was happy to do just that. Elated, in fact. He'd found love at the beginning of the world. This was the next world.

Lyrics: "That's The Way Love Goes - Janet Jackson (Janet)