A/N: A submission for Richonne Just Desserts, "Richonne Head Canon Bingo"

Rating: M

"I just put Judith to bed," Michonne murmured into the phone as she headed down the hall.

How about Carl?

"He has an early practice tomorrow. He's in bed too." She smiled at his frustrated sigh, understandable considering how long he had been away from home. "You'll be back tomorrow."

I know… I just keep missing them.

Michonne entered the master bathroom and quickly changed into her pajamas. "Like I said, you'll see them soon."

I miss you too.

She instantly zeroed in on the change in Rick's tone and her body warmed at the intention. "We'll see each other soon." She set down the cellphone, pressed the speakerphone button, and began brushing her teeth. There was a pause before he spoke again.

What is that sound?

Michonne snorted. "I'm brushing my teeth."

Oh.

Grinning, she leaned close to the phone. "Though, considering how long you've been gone, I suppose you could reasonably assume it was something more… comforting… for me…" Rick was silent for a moment.

I'm hanging up.

Laughing, she set down the electric toothbrush and took the cell off of speakerphone. "I love you," she cooed lovingly.

I love you, Michonne. There was another pause before he continued. Are the kids going to be there when I get home?

"No."

Good. His voice was deep and husky, leaving her wishing he was with her at that moment. I'll comfort you when I get home. Thoroughly… Goodnight Michonne.

"Goodnight Rick."

Michonne was washing dishes when he pulled into the driveway. Carl was at basketball practice and Glenn had picked up Judith for a playdate at the Atlanta aquarium with Hershel Junior earlier that afternoon. The week had been long for her, with depositions, late hours in the office researching, and having to run back and forth from preschool to high school to care for the children.

It had been seven weeks… seven long weeks since he'd left on an assignment up north. For the kids, it seemed like an eternity, since their school hours and his unusual work schedule kept them from conversing regularly. For her, it was interminable.

While they talked regularly on the phone, she missed his company in the evening and she knew he missed her as well.

Nights she spent in their lonely bed, yearning for his touch. His breath on her skin.

Watching the truck drive up, she felt her body grow warm in anticipation. It was a feeling she was used to around Rick, ever since she had met him.

"Michonne?"

A deep breath and she smiled. "In the kitchen."

Despite a heads up, her imagination had kept her from moving away from the sink, so his voice brought her out of her revere. She heard the telltale click of his old weathered boots on the hardwood floor and she turned in time to see him stop at the kitchen door, looking at her as if he were just seeing her for the first time.

"Hey."

She quivered.

"Hey."

"Where are the kids?"

"Away." His eyes, startling blue and piercing her soul, observed her with the utmost reverence, taking in her plaid pajama pants and a sports tank top. She took the same opportunity to admire him, noting his growing beard and wrinkled shirt with a smile. "Glenn and Maggie have Judith." When he did not respond, she tilted her head to the side and caught his gaze before it travelled lower. "Rick?"

"God, you look beautiful," he whispered.

She snorted. "I've been cleaning all day," she began, looking down at her pants and tugging on the fabric. "Carl put a load of his laundry in and I was gonna do some of mine… Rick," she swallowed when he crossed the distance between them and took her hips firmly in his hands. Their bodies were flush and Michonne's heart raced at the abrupt feel of his lean body pressed against hers. Their breaths mingled, skin caressing slightly as smiles graced their faces.

"Hey," he managed, his entire body on fire. Despite her words contrary, from the moment he saw her all he wanted to do was devour her. For seven weeks, all he had was the memories of their times together and his imagination for things to come when they reunited. Now that he had her in front of him, breathless, stirring, and captivating, he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her, pleasure her…

He was going to comfort her… just as he promised…

"I've missed you," he whispered, groaning slightly when her hands gripped his biceps as their foreheads touched and noses brushed lovingly. "Michonne…"

She reached up and touched his face, smiling as her fingers brushed across the growing stubble. "I've missed you too… God, Rick…"

His fingers slipped under her shirt and traced over her hip, exciting her to a point of breathlessness.

He always had this impact on her, just his touch. His gaze. The way he said her name.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Fuck," she growled, their lips barely touching before the sound dragged her away from her husband, forcing her to address the oven.

"What is it?" he asked.

Indifferent to the answer, Rick leaned in and captured her lips in a fiery kiss, eliciting a deep moan from his neglected wife. His hand traveled over her stomach, around her to her taut behind, where he gripped her firmly to him as his other hand brushed across her face tenderly. His tongue brushed across hers, dancing teasingly as they reacquainted themselves with each other.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Damn it," Michonne mumbled against his lips before she slipped out of his grasp and quickly hurried to the oven, turning off the timer and pulling out the brownies she had put in there a while earlier.

"What is that?"

"Brownies. Judith asked me to make you something nice for when you returned," she answered while placing them on the oven.

As she moved around to ensure everything was in order, she could feel his eyes on her. The eyes of a man in love. The eyes of man she loved.

When she reached the other counter to put up the oven mitts, he moved to her. She felt him, his arms wrapped expertly around her waist, back against his chest, feeling him breath. Feeling his heart race…

For a moment they stood there, sensing one another, enjoying the feeling of once again being this close after such a long period of separation.

She ached for more. Her body craved more, but for now, she rested in his arms, thankful that he was back safe.

"Hey," he murmured right into her ear, his breath tickling her skin and arousing her. His fingers teased the front of her pants, running longingly across the hem. "May I?"

Michonne closed her eyes and melted into him.

"Yes," she choked.

Eager fingers found their way under the cloth and into her slick folds, already wet with anticipation. Gasping at his touch, she reached back and grabbed a fistful of his luscious hair, tugging on him as he in turn pulled her body closer to him.

"Rick," she groaned when she felt his arousal pressed against her backside as he massaged her expertly. He teasingly pumped a finger into her center, but focused most of his attention for now on stimulating her bundle of nerves, the soft sounds she uttered tantalizing to his ears.

Pressing her up against the counter, he leaned into her ear and tugged on it playfully, loving the sounds she made and the way she pushed herself against him, wanting to feel more of him.

"I told you I was going to comfort you when I got home," he growled.

She whimpered, thankful for the opportunity to yield control to him, to feel him. To be loved by him.

"Yes… oh my God," she cried when he simultaneously reached under her shirt to cup her breast and pressed a finger into her hot core. She bucked in response, one hand splayed on the counter for balance while the other covered his between her clenched thighs. "Slow baby," she rasped.

He nipped at her neck and pressed his hips against her, wanting her to feel how much he desired her.

In response to her instruction, he rubbed her erect nipple with the expertise of a man who knew what a long-suffering wife needed. He pumped a finger inside of her deliberately, his body shaking with every moan she released. Try as she might, she knew the slowed pace would not do for them.

She had worked it in her mind that they would take their time after such a long absence, but as he stood there with his fingers working their way through her womanhood and his other hand massaging her breast, it was impossible to deny that she needed him as quickly as possible.

Two fingers worked their way inside of her, strumming her walls while Rick's thumb assailed her clit with such precision she nearly collapsed against him.

"Fuck me," she pleaded, planting both hands on the counter as her body shook with the telltale signs. "Rick!"

"Come for me," he responded huskily, his fingers pushing in and out rapidly as she finally came. He pulled away slightly and watched her as she rode through that first orgasm, leaning her head down on the cool granite as she tried to catch her breath.

"Damn it," she managed as he removed his hand from her and carefully turned her around, smiling at giddy look on her face.

"Are you okay?" he asked. It was a staple in their love making that she loved. Regardless of what happened that night, he would always ensure that she was satisfied. That she felt safe.

Running her fingers through his hair, she nodded slowly, unable to hide the grin as he tugged her shirt completely over her head so that her chest was exposed. He touched her with the respect and wisdom of a man not only with his lover, but with his partner, his friend, with the mother of his children

As his thumb glanced over her nipple, his other hand once again found its way to her rear, but this time under the cloth, shoving away the pants and underwear to expose her to the countertop as he lifted her on to it. Michonne reached for his jeans, desperate to release the erection that clearly pressed against the fabric, but he stopped her, knowing his own stamina and having his own ideas for how their time together would go.

In all of his late night imaginings away from home, the one consistent point had been Michonne satisfaction. He was determined to achieve that.

"I'm okay…"

"Good," he breathed, planting a painfully slow kiss on her lips, almost losing himself to her when she grabbed his face and deepened it. Their tongues clashed and mouths devoured each other before he reached up and gently traced her neck, slowing their passionate embrace.

Michonne looked up into his eyes, trembling with anticipation as his hand smoothed back down her chest and across her naval. Rick observed as her eyes fluttered shut when his fingers danced between her legs, brushing her folds and inner thighs.

He wanted to be inside her so badly, but as he felt her dripping wet at her touch, all he could think about was pleasuring her and tasting her simultaneously.

"Stay still."

"Oh God," she groaned, grasping his hair as he planted tender kisses on her skin as he kneeled down, making a path towards her core. "Rick."

He stopped right before he was in between her thighs and looked up at her with all of the love, desire, and anticipation in the world.

"Yes, Michonne?"

It was the way he said her name. The respect. The caress of her leg as he moved her knee over his shoulder. The small kiss he planted on her inner thigh, eyes connected with hers the entire time. Waiting for her.

Her heart clenched.

"Don't go slow."

A devilish, lop sided grin graced his lips, he gave her an acknowledged wink, and then lowered his head to her.

In an instant he devoured her womanhood, licking, sucking, and nibbling gently at her before pressing his tongue into her, inducing a shameless mewl as she leaned back on the counter, her legs clenching tightly around Rick's head. He ran his tongue along her velvety walls, groaning as his erection strained against the restrictions of his pants.

"Rick… fuck!"

Rick chuckled at her cry and needy tugging of his hair, the vibrations adding to the pleasure he was already doling out to her. The scent of her filled his lungs and as much as he wanted to delay, he could not help but reach out to stroke her breasts as he moved his other hand back to rub her clit.

"Rick… RICK!"

Michonne's body shuddered and bucked as the second, more powerful orgasm cascaded over her. Rick growled into her skin as she pulled painfully at his hair, lapping at her core as she enjoyed the climax.

"Oh my God."

"That was good?"

She chuckled, massaging his scalp as she met his curious glance. "Yeah…" She ran a finger over his glistening, plump lips, unable to control how arouse the sight made her. "It feels like you missed me."

Contrary to her expectations, his face grew serious and he stood so that they were eye to eye. His jeans rubbed purposefully against her inner thighs and her hands rested on his hips, tugging him as close as possible.

He began planting kisses along her jaw as a hand smoothed over her thigh, pulling her leg up and granting him better access to her. Rick growled as she unzipped his jeans and pushed away the clothing. When she grabbed his butt, his hips jerked towards her and he snatched her hand, grinning when she sighed in frustration.

"You're certainly taking your time," she breathed into his lips, their tongues brushing as he teased her entrance with his hard member. She tasted herself in his mouth and it only heightened her lust. "God Rick…"

Rick tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, grinning. "I told you this was gonna be thorough," he replied, lining himself up against her soft, wet entrance. "I'm gonna make this very thorough…"

"Oh… Rick!"