A/N: I know, long time, no see! I started on this months ago, but I ended up spending all my free time on Lemonade, so a lot of other stuff got pushed to the back burner, and I'm sorry! But I'm here to close out this little series. This is actually two requests rolled into one, so I hope I did this justice for you guys. Just something fun and silly to go with episode 6x15. (By the way, I considered the Mike angle, but ultimately decided that Michonne has no reason to not enjoy herself in the safety of her own home over it. So I hope we can bypass those hot takes, lol.) - Ash

This Is Good
Michonne and Rick get up to a few new tricks, in and outside the bedroom, thanks to some treats the group picked up at the Savior compound.

"What are you doing sitting out here in the dark?"

Rick replied with a shrug, smiling from ear to ear as he watched his girlfriend approach, toting a small crate. She'd been at Maggie's for what felt like all day, though it was more like a couple of hours, and he was just glad to have her home. "It was nice out. Figured I'd enjoy the last of the mild weather while I waited."

Michonne cocked her head to the side as she met him on their porch. "You're waiting for me?" she grinned back, as if the information was surprising. As if he didn't always wait for her, and vice versa. She rested her haul of fruit in the empty chair next to him and leaned in to greet her man with a kiss. She immediately noticed he tasted of chocolate, likely from the brownies she and Carl had made a couple of days before. "You're sweet."

"For you," he retorted, taking hold of her waist so that she would move in closer, standing between his legs. "What'd you bring back?"

"I went by the pantry to get some apples and pears." She kept her voice low, as if she were letting him in on a secret. "And also..." She eyed him playfully as she rested her knee in his lap, reaching into her back pocket to reveal her big surprise of the night. She was downright excited by the idea, but also completely unsure of how he would react to it. "You have to keep an open mind," she warned him.

Rick's expression was a mixture of confusion and intrigue as he waited, his eyes excitedly scanning her face, her tits, then her hips before making their way back up again, wondering what she could possibly have in store. He could only chuckle as she pulled two rolled joints into view, presumably containing the marijuana they'd discovered at The Saviors' compound. "Really?"

"Yes, really," she smiled sweetly, ignoring his tone of disbelief, and she licked her lips as she stared down at his. "You ever had sex while you were high?"

His raised eyebrows expressed his surprise that she obviously had. "No," he shook his head, caressing the back of her thigh. "You forget I was a cop?"

She did often forget that her wonderfully rebellious boyfriend was once the embodiment of lawful good. Her smile widened when she realized what a treat he was in for. "I know it's hard to imagine the sex getting better, but... this is gonna blow your mind."

He took one of the joints into his hand, examining it as if it were a foreign object. And to him, it basically was. He hadn't gotten high since college, nearly twenty years back. "Where did you even get this?" he grinned, amused by the thought.

"Abraham. He's got a whole ziplock bag full of them, already rolled."

"Of course." Rick sat back in his seat, his hand slowly moving up the back of her thigh until he reached her round backside, not even hesitating to cop a feel. He gently coerced her even closer, wanting her to claim his lap as her seat. "We doin' this now?"

She smiled again, following his signal to sit; glad that he was so easily on board. "The kids asleep?"

"Judith is." He brushed her hair from her neck to leave a series of soft kisses there.

Michonne giggled at the ticklish sensation of his lips, her thumb rubbing against his hand as it crept up her shirt. "So the one we have to worry about is still up?"

"Probably not." He didn't know for sure, considering Carl liked to wander downstairs around midnight, looking for food. "But we can go in your old room…"

"You won't be happy until we defile every room in this house."

"I'm pretty sure you had that idea first," he chuckled, leaving another kiss along her jaw. "I'm just following your lead."

She couldn't exactly deny that. She was also the reason they'd somehow ended up fucking in their garage. But after their first night together, she was pretty confident he would be up for nearly anything – sexually, at least. "You got a lighter?"

"Nope."

"Where's Daryl when you need him," she smirked. She hesitantly pulled up from her comfortable spot on top of him, figuring their party would've had to move inside anyway. "I'll use the stove."

Rick handed over their treat for the night, watching as she disappeared into their home, while he grabbed her fruit crate and followed behind. He wondered if other people around the neighborhood were sitting around in their homes doing the same; getting high because there was nothing better or worse to do. Because that was how good things were around there lately. He quietly laughed to himself, in disbelief that he was going to do it himself. "You used to do this with Mike?" he guessed. He closed and locked up their front doors and then headed for the couch to get settled.

"Yeah, a couple of times," Michonne called back, pulling a couple of glasses from their pantry. "I didn't smoke much once I started at my firm."

"Responsibilities..."

She grinned knowingly, padding across the kitchen to find their small stash of liquor. "Did it a lot more often back when I was living in New York."

"With the painter," he asked, doing his best to recall her dating résumé as she'd given it to him a couple of nights prior.

"Yes. Giovanni."

He frowned in her direction, wondering if she had more than one artist in her dating history. "Giovanni? You said his name was Johnny."

"Gianni," she corrected him, although amused that he remembered. And his tone, reflecting some mixture of jealousy and confusion was kind of adorable. "That was his nickname."

Rick glanced back at her as the aroma of reefer slowly wafted into the air. "Was he white?"

"He was Italian, yes," she confirmed, strolling back into the room to hand him his drink and the joint. She couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face, conveying those same emotions. "Why do you look disappointed?"

He took a quick puff and exhaled before responding, "I'm not. I'm just… gettin' the story straight."

Heading back into the kitchen to grab her own drink, she snorted loudly in reply, knowing his answer wasn't the answer. "You thought you were my first?"

"I dunno," he mumbled into his glass, taking a long sip of the brown liquor to delay his answer. "…No."

Michonne sauntered back to the couch, coolly retrieving the joint from Rick as she climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. She gave him a knowing smirk as she took a toke, a cloud of smoke floating past her full lips. "Yes you did."

"I guess I just figured we were both in unchartered territory with this."

"You had a wife before me, you know."

"I do know that," he chuckled. He rested one of his hands on her ass as he downed the remainder of his drink, knowing that it was likely to be in the way sooner than later. "What's your point?"

"My point," she said, taking his empty glass to set on the coffee table behind them, "is that we all have pasts. And maybe I don't get to be your first wife, but I do plan to be your last."

He couldn't contain his smile, ecstatic to hear that she was so welcome to the idea of being his wife. "That somehow sounds morbid and romantic at the same time."

"I was aiming for honest."

"So does that mean you wanna get married?" he asked hopefully. Given her long-term arrangement with her previous boyfriend, he thought she might be someone who didn't believe in marriage. And so far, he had been hesitant to confirm it.

"Probably not tomorrow," she submitted, taking a sip of her bourbon as she watched him inhale once more, followed by a long, slow exhale. "But one day." She ran her fingers through his mass of waves and curls before adding, "Unless you don't want to."

He grinned to himself, closing his eyes at the sensation of her hands in his hair. It was such a small gesture, but it always made him horny. Even more than he already was. "I wanna do everything you wanna do."

She nearly melted at his response, especially the way it sounded in that warm, raspy drawl of his. "Good answer."

"How long does it take for this to kick in?" Rick wondered, staring at the slowly dwindling cigarette as he gave it back to her. He was quickly realizing that with her sitting on top of him, he was already ready to go. His body felt like it was tingling, his dick twitching to get closer to her; to get inside her.

Michonne took one look at his blank expression, complete with half-closed eyes, and she shook her head. "I think it already has."

"…I don't feel anything."

"Hmm," she returned, considering his statement. She settled further into his lap, feeling his growing erection beneath her, a big bulge occupying the space between her open thighs. "I do."

He immediately laughed in reply, adoring just how funny he found her. "I'm pretty sure that would've happened anyway."

"Yeah, I guess you do tend to get it up rather easily," she noted with a small giggle as she took another hit.

"That a compliment, or a complaint?"

"An observation."

"Finish your drink." He took the bud, rolling it between his fingers before bringing it to his lips, his eyes staying on hers.

"Pipe down," she smirked, though she didn't hesitate to gulp down the remainder of the Jim Beam. "We've got all night."

"We always say that, but then one of us is always done for after the first or second round."

Michonne let out an involuntary cackle, because it was so embarrassingly true. They constantly wore each another out. "Usually you, though."

"That's not…" He chuckled too, knowing there was no point in putting up a fight. "We'll see how that goes tonight."

"Mmm." Once more, she leaned back to leave her empty glass beside his, her slender frame dramatically stretching backward before pulling up to face him again.

Rick watched, mesmerized at her flexibility on full display, and her nipples went erect as she returned to her original position. It didn't make sense to him how sexy she was. "We're gonna be hungry after this."

"Why do you think I brought home a bushel of apples?"

"That's not a bushel," he grinned goofily, glancing at the small crate sitting beside them. "More like a handful."

"That's three or four pounds of apples, alone."

"A bushel is over forty pounds, Michonne."

She snorted again, both amused and incredulous that she wasn't even close. "Shut up. Farmer."

"I can't believe you managed to be wrong about something," he teased. He passed the remainder of the weed back to her so that his other hand could rest on her ass, too. He gave one of her luscious cheeks a quick squeeze, powerless to resist its lure. "That never happens."

"Of course it does."

"Name one time you've been wrong since we got here."

"Well," Michonne started, already laughing at herself as smoke billowed from her mouth, "I never said it, but I really thought I would end up with Morgan after he arrived."

Rick frowned, baffled by her confession. "Really?"

"Not because I was particularly interested in him or anything, but… all the options were drying up. I remember looking at him, that day you two were out on the porch like, 'Eh, maybe.'"

"'Eh, maybe'?" he repeated in disbelief. "That's how you were gonna start your life here?"

"What else was I supposed to do? Daryl was about the only other available option, and honestly, I'm not even sure if he has sex."

It was Rick's turn to snort, which evolved into a full blown laugh as he stared up at the ceiling. "You're really funny, you know."

"I'm serious, Rick!"

"Well what about me?" he questioned, looking her in the eye then. He didn't want to feel slighted that she didn't see him as a viable option, considering she did choose him in the end, but he did have to wonder.

"Well you have kids, so. I never exactly considered you might be asexual."

"No," he chuckled. "Why didn't you think of me as an option?"

Michonne grimaced back at him then, thinking he had to be pulling her leg. "Did you forget you were running around after Jessie from the second we got here?"

"Shit." He stared at his girlfriend blankly, biting at his lip as he struggled to remember anything about that short, strange phase of his life. "I really did."

She tried so hard not to laugh, because it wasn't funny that he'd forgotten the woman he would probably be with now if it weren't for the herd, but… it was pretty damn funny. And so she began to giggle loudly, causing Rick to do the same. "My god, we're terrible people."

"Just the worst," he shook his head in full agreement, still laughing. "Maybe this is why people keep tryin' to kill us."

Michonne was cackling so hard, her eyes had begun to water. "You're gonna make me wake up the baby."

"We probably should've done this in the RV," he realized, considering how uncontainable their laughter was.

Ignoring the fact that he'd come up with his bright idea only after it was too late to act on it, she took one last puff and passed it back to her boyfriend so that he could finish it off. Her gaze fixated on his for what felt like too long for both of them, until finally she asked, "How do you feel?"

The smirk on his face answered her before he did. "Good."

She nodded slowly, smiling at his twang drawing out the word and proving his point. "I can tell." She watched in a haze as his fingers worked to undo the buttons of her shirt, revealing her cleavage to him. He was staring at her like he wanted to eat her, and she wanted to let him. "Kiss me," she whispered.

He happily did as told, his head feeling like it was literally floating from his body as his mouth pressed against hers. He hungrily groped her ass as their tongues touched, the two of them barely able to breathe as they devoured one another. Her lips were like candy to him, sucking at them relentlessly, licking off the remnants of the liquor. Kissing her was like a high in itself.

Michonne was pleasantly surprised when Rick began to pull her tits from her bra, letting out some mixture of a sigh and a moan into his mouth as his thumbs rolled over her rigid nipples. His hands on her body felt so good, she found herself grinding against him, feeling like they were already fucking. Wishing they were. She, too, felt a completely different kind of high as they kissed; as she inhaled everything about him, literally and figuratively.

Without warning, she pulled out of their passionate liplock to stare at him. "You smell like weed," she giggled, gently brushing his hair from his blushing face. Smiling as he did the same, pushing her locs behind her ear. She wondered what was going through his mind as he gazed back at her. She was thinking about how beautiful he was – those lovely pink lips that sucked her nipples like they were looking for milk. She was getting wet just imagining it. Thinking about how he ate her pussy like it was his first meal in days. She was ready to get to it. "We should head to my room now," she mumbled, her gaze drifting from his lips to his throat, unsure what to attach her lips to next. She wanted to leave hickies all over him, and so she went in for his neck, sucking lightly at his Adam's apple.

"It's not your room anymore," he reminded her, smiling. Her tongue was ticklish against his skin, and her body writhing against him had him feeling like his insides were on fire. He couldn't wait to fuck the shit out of her.

"You know what I meant."

"Or we could just do it right here."

"Why do you always wanna have sex on the couch, knowing other people have to use it?"

"That's half the fun," he whispered, his hands moving back down to her ass, trying and failing to slip them inside her tight pants.

Michonne giggled at the arousing sensation of his fingers moving up the back of her shirt, tingling with every spot he touched. "Your daughter takes naps on this couch, you know."

With a sigh, he halted his attempt to get into her pants and rested his head against the back of the couch. "Way to ruin the moment."

"I did just fuck it up, didn't I?" she winced, feeling bad for essentially pouring water on the fire they'd started. But she was too hot and too high to be discouraged, and she wasn't going to let him be either. She discreetly reached between her thighs to rub her fingers over his bulge, hoping to dissuade him from going soft again. "Stick with me," she whispered, demanding his gaze. "I can get it back."

Rick wasn't entirely sure what was happening as her body slowly slid from his and slinked down to the floor. Her eyes stayed on him as she settled on her knees between his legs, unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans. The clinking sounds of the tiny metal pieces seemed amplified by ten, and he was certain they were disturbing the kids. "Shhh," he hissed.

Michonne smiled at him with that seductive stare of hers, amused by his paranoia. "Relax," she said, her fingers gently clutching his tense thighs. It dawned on her then how strong his thighs were, and how much she loved when he was naked. She licked her lips as she anticipated straddling those thighs and riding him to their finish line. But first, her mouth was watering for the delicious dick hidden in those jeans.

More comfortable than ever now that she'd gotten used to him, she swiftly pulled his pants and his boxers down just enough to bring his awaiting cock into view, still hard and already glistening with pre-cum. In her mind, it was throbbing visibly as she slid her right hand down the shaft and back up again. It felt like it had gotten bigger since the last time they fucked, which was only twenty-four hours ago. But all of her senses were heightened, making her notice everything - from the smell of his freshly washed jeans to the sound of her hand massaging his bare pink flesh. She smiled as she moved in to lick the head, in love with the way his warm, salty skin tasted against her tongue.

Rick immediately felt like he'd been thrust into a dream, as the sensation of her mouth on his dick was unreal. She hadn't even made it past the head yet and he was ready to cum, unable to take the way she moved her tongue in torturously slow circles around him. He felt his toes lock as she took her time to swallow him whole, the tip of his dick touching the back of her throat. "Fuck," he muttered, in disbelief of how good this felt. Her left hand snuck upward, beneath his shirt, her index finger circling his navel before tracing his Adonis belt, knowing it would drive him crazy. And she was right, his skin feeling simultaneously ticklish and on fire as she explored his entire lower body. "'Chonne," he groaned. "God..."

She loved eliciting this reaction from him. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, his mouth wide open with his tongue practically hanging out of it. She could feel his hands grazing her hair as she continued her tantalizing assault on his cock, her right hand gently teasing his balls as she licked his shaft up and down. She had come to learn every line and curve of him, and all the spots that made his hips buck upward, pushing him further into her mouth. She knew she'd hit one of those sweet spots, her tongue flicking back and forth across the head of his cock, and he let out a grunt that told her exactly what would follow. He usually lasted longer, because he wanted her blow jobs to last forever, but she was proud to get him off in record time.

Michonne moaned quietly as she swallowed, feeling drunk on the taste of his cum. It was so much stronger than normal - sweeter, probably from all the fruit they'd been eating lately. She wanted more, and continued to stroke him, lick him, suck him, knowing she would get her wish. Milking him for whatever he had left. She licked her already wet lips as she pulled back to get a good look at her man, utterly amused by how far gone he was. "You all right?" she asked, wiping the corners of her mouth.

He smiled up at the ceiling, shaking his head at just how all right he was. "That's an understatement."

"Good." She rose from her knees and slowly settled back on top of him, her perky tits still hanging from her bra, on full display for him. "Because it's my turn."

Rick licked his own lips as he stared them down, then slowly dragged his gaze back up again. Studying that magic mouth of hers, just begging to be kissed. Seemingly all at once, his hands cupped her ass as he went in for said kiss, and he stood from the couch with her in his arms. Michonne giggled in surprise when she felt them moving, feeling like they were floating as he carried her across the house without breaking contact. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his open jeans began to slip down his waist, and the two of them laughed through a clumsy, passionate liplock toward her old bedroom. She could feel herself getting wetter with every second, so turned on by his sudden display of strength and assertiveness. She loved when he took charge anyway, but especially in the bedroom.

He didn't disappoint as he practically threw her onto the bed and both of them were racing to undress her before she was done bouncing. For them, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion though, Michonne unhurriedly removing her top and wrestling with her bra clasps as Rick pulled her skintight pants down her thighs. He flipped her onto her stomach so he could get them all the way off, along with her panties, and she was naked from head to toe within seconds.

He stared at her in a daze as she turned back to face him, as if he'd never seen her body before. Her skin looked like it was glowing beneath the light of their lamp. Like if she touched him, he might turn to gold. Every inch of her seemed magnified, as if she were an animation. Her thighs, so perfect, so strong. His dick was getting hard again, thinking about them wrapped around his waist when they fucked. What he wouldn't do to take up residence between those thighs. And her tits looked like actual mountains that he wanted desperately to climb. Those were two hills he happily would've died on, in fact. He kneeled on the bed as he gazed at her, unsure of where he even wanted to start. Her entire body just seemed to be screaming at him and he wanted to listen to it all.

And as he maneuvered out of his pants, he suddenly made his decision; biting at his bottom lip as he finalized it in his mind. He was glad he was high as a kite for what he was about to do, because he had never done it before, but with her, he was anxious to try. He'd been thinking about it since their first night together. "Get on your knees."

Michonne felt a flutter in her stomach at his low twang, telling her exactly what he wanted her to do. She wasn't sure what he was up to, but she was happy to oblige, positioning herself on the bed so that she was on all fours. "Like this?"

He didn't answer, but palmed her plump cheeks with both his hands, delighting in how soft it was. How he was so indescribably lucky, and not just because his girlfriend had the most magnificent ass in the world. But for that reason, too. He licked his lips as he held her hips, leaning in to kiss the small of her back. Her skin was hot to the touch of his tongue, and he left a small wet trail as he slowly and sensuously made his way downward. Both of them started to breathe a bit harder as that tongue slipped between her cheeks, going rigid as it explored the depths of her exquisite posterior.

Michonne nearly swallowed her own tongue when she realized what he was doing back there. He'd teased her with it before, and they'd even joked about trying it sometime, but she didn't really think he'd ever actually go for it. Not without some cajoling, at least. She was coming to learn that he might have been the freakier one in their relationship, which was such a lovely surprise. Especially as she learned what he was capable of. His long fingers were putting in enough work massaging her clit, but his wet mouth exploring every inch of her ass had her clutching at the sheets for mercy. "Fuck," she whimpered.

Rick tried not to smile at the way she was squirming under his control, but it still amused him, seeing what he could do to her. The way he could make her wet within seconds of foreplay. It turned him on just as much as it did her. His tongue licked her up and down, grazing her pussy in its long strokes, then swirled around her back opening as she moaned. Contorting in his hands. He flattened his tongue, taking long licks, lapping at the small space between her cheeks, making her thrust herself further into his mouth. "Mmm," he hummed, feeling her delightful juices trickle down his fingers.

The reverberation of his moans against her ass were absolutely divine. She had her face buried against the mattress, doing her best not to scream from the unbearable pleasure. It was as though she could feel every millimeter of his tongue, every taste bud, as it toured her backside, wiggling its way up and down. She could feel every bristle of his scruffy beard, poking against her flesh as he ate her. Every crease of his skin as his thick fingers penetrated her, twisting and turning inside her to get her off. This was the best sex she'd ever had and she hadn't even been properly fucked yet. "Rick… I… shit." She was trying and failing to get words out, only managing to breathe. And even then, just barely. Her climax came in like a crash, intense and unyielding, much like Rick and his tongue. She was moaning loudly, taking advantage of them being downstairs, away from anyone else. "Goddamn," she groaned.

Rick was slow to retreat, still kissing her perfect ass and then licking her pussy clean. A cocky, satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he watched her roll onto her back, her chest heaving as she stared up at him in obvious satisfaction. Her skin looked like it was on fire to him now, glistening wildly after her orgasm. He used his palm to wipe his lips, in a bit of disbelief that he'd just done that. And it was something he wanted to keep doing it, if she'd let him. "It was good?" he asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

"It was so good," she sighed.

"Good," he grinned, quietly chuckling at how many times they were using the adjective. He took his time crawling closer to her, positioning himself between her legs. His eyes were drawn to the wet spots he'd left between her thighs - or perhaps she had - he wasn't sure. He traced his right finger up her left leg, knowing he was tickling her as she quivered beneath his touch. "You wanna keep goin'?" he asked, again, already having an idea of what she would say. His hand continued upward until he was teasingly grazing her slick slit, her swollen pink clit begging to be touched again.

She nodded intently, biting her lip as she was itching for him to enter her. She felt her pussy twitching for him, her juices streaming down her skin, likely dripping onto the bed. But still, she was in the mood for something sensual, something more restrained than their usual tempo. It was probably her intoxication talking, but she wanted him to fuck her slowly, wanting to feel every single inch of him as he entered her, and then again as he pulled back out. And she told him as much. "Take it slow," she breathed, trying not to go over the edge as he gently fingered her.

"Okay," he nodded back, though he would've likely done so anyway. Everything was going slow as far as he could tell, in the most wonderful way. The marijuana had such a calming effect on him. It didn't even feel like he was moving as he stroked his dick, running the tip along her opening for a few agonizing seconds before tenderly pushing into her delicious pussy. Her wet depths so warm to the touch, her moans sounding like a symphony against his ear, he was certain he'd died and gone to heaven. She felt so fucking good. "Shit," he whispered, letting his slow strokes take over both of their bodies. His hand went to her throat and his lips to the side of her face as he fucked her, both of them breathing heavier and harder with every thrust.

"Rick," Michonne panted, her mouth hanging open. It felt like his lips were everywhere, his hands fondling her hard nipples, driving her crazy beyond all reason. She was so glad he'd been open to this. She was so happy she'd been open to him. She was having the time of her life at the end of the world. This was too good.

Michonne let out a frustrated exhale, feeling uncomfortably hot, but determined to stay close to her boyfriend, their sweaty bodies stuck together as they laid side by side. She lifted her head from his chest to try and look at him. "Rick…"

"Yeah?" he was slow to answer. His fingers were lazily running up and down her spine.

"Carry me upstairs."

He grinned widely, too tired to laugh, as much as he was amused by her request, knowing – or at least hoping – she was kidding. "All right, but who's gonna carry me?"

"I can call Daryl in here if you want," she teased him.

He reached across the bed to grab his watch and her headband from the nightstand. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I think you're the one that'd like that." She hesitantly sat up, still feeling like she was soaring as she looked around the dim room. It had only been a matter of days since she moved out, but that space felt foreign to her now. Sleeping alone. It seemed like another lifetime, same as her time with Andrea and at the prison. Reincarnated again.

"What are you smilin' about," Rick wondered, noticing her happy grin. He reached out to touch her thigh, unable to stop himself from caressing her skin. It felt like silk to the pads of his fingertips.

"Us," she answered simply and truthfully. She rose to her knees and then turned to face him, her naked body straddling his legs. "You ready to go?"

His eyes were drawn to her tits, bouncing in what felt like slow motion in his hazy high. "Go?"

She chuckled at his obvious distractedness and lightly pinched his thigh. "Come."

"Again?"

Michonne let out an involuntary snort, leading them both into a fit of giggles as they attempted to climb out of bed. She just barely landed on her feet, her legs feeling wobbly after a particularly good time with her man. She was prepared to make a serious plea for him to carry her, when she looked up to find him removing the sheets from the bed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm goin' upstairs." He answered her as if that should've been obvious while he wrapped the fitted sheet around his waist. "What are you doin'?"

She shook her head as he threw the flat sheet in her direction, and she followed his lead, draping it over her naked body. They looked ridiculous and she loved it. "After you?"

"Ladies first," he gestured, accompanying her toward the door.

"You just wanna watch my ass," she knew, but was happy to let him. She opened the bedroom door, attempting to get a peek of the rest of the house. "Wait," she stopped herself, turning back to look at him with a frown. "I just sucked your dick on the couch. Why are we hiding?"

He gave pause to her question, but knew he had no plausible answer. There wasn't one. "Fuck, Michonne, I don't know. I can barely see straight."

She giggled again, hating and loving how funny everything was in the moment. "You're terrible at this."

"So are you," he shot back, happily following behind her as she took his hand, dragging him out of the room.

Their home was almost eerily quiet as they tiptoed across the large distance to the staircase, everything exactly as they'd left it. Rick could see even less straight in the darkness, causing him to laugh as he tried not to trip over their sheets. Which caused Michonne to laugh back, not even caring why. They stayed close to each other as they carefully made their way up the steps, feeling like two teenagers sneaking around their parents, when in reality, it was the parents sneaking around their teenager.

"I love this," Rick whispered as they made it to their bedroom.

Michonne smiled at his statement, moved by the sincerity in its simplicity. She then fell into their bed with the happiest of sighs, reminded of how she'd fallen in love with this man. How she loved this, too. "I'm hungry," she eventually replied.

Amused that her train of thought led her there, he climbed into bed beside her, still exhausted from their escapades. He was actually a bit hungry too, but hated the idea of having to move again."We left all those apples downstairs," he commented, his tone regretful.

"I want one so bad…"

"All right, all right." He sat up with a tired grunt, preparing to grant her wish. As much as she'd been enough of a meal for him, he didn't want her to go to bed hungry. Not when they finally had enough food not to. "Anything else?"

She shook her head, grinning at him appreciatively. Loving that she had someone willing to do such big and little things for her. Laughing as he stepped out of the sheet and wrapped himself in her robe. "This might be the sexiest I've ever seen you."

"I think this is my color," he grinned, referring to the light purple fabric.

With a yawn, he left their room to putter down the steps, feeling some combination of drunk and sleepy as he stepped into the living room, finding their apples and pears still sitting on the couch. He picked up the whole crate to take to the kitchen, and grabbed an apple for his girlfriend, along with the baby monitor they'd forgotten to bring their first time up. He smiled at the image of his sleeping daughter as he headed back toward the stairs, double-checking the locks on the front doors and closing the blinds. How he loved the mundanity this life afforded him every now and then.

It couldn't have been more than two minutes by the time Rick made it back to his room, but it seemed that sleep didn't wait to claim Michonne, because she was already knocked out upon his return. Looking just as wonderfully innocent as Judith in her slumber, and it made him smile again. Particularly after everything they'd done that night to counter the notion. With a small chuckle, he placed the apple on her nightstand and moved to the other side of their room to leave the baby monitor on his. He carefully climbed into bed behind her, gently kissing the back of her bare shoulder as he settled in, wrapping his arms around her waist. He imagined this was going to the best sleep he'd had in a while. Because for the first time in a long time, everything was good.