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After the horror at the prison where Michonne nearly escaped with her life, where rick nearly lost his, and the moment of joy when Michonne found Rick, along with Carl, the three were on the road to terminis together. Rick was hopeful about a place of safety, while Carl and Michonne were off to the side laughing together. Only Michonne could make Carl laugh like that, Rick thought to himself as he smiled and continued to look around their small camp site for threats in the distance. As the hours winded down from what seamed like morning to the early afternoon, Carl had fallen asleep and Rick as drifted off himself.

Michonne was still up and still starving, but the one bit of delight she could possibly take was a bath. As she ventured not to far away from Rick and Carl towards a nearby lake. She could still seem them in her sights the entire time. She was always careful that way.

Resting her katana on the ground followed by a pile of her clothes, Michonne stepped into the water which rippled as her body while she moved further towards the center of the once still late. Rick woke up by Carl who was on the ground asleep, his eyes searched around seeing Michonne had vanished. Standing up he kept his eyes on Carl as he backed up following a distant sound of lapping water but his hearing didn't realized it as much and his mind instantly thought to danger.

It was one of the few times Rick had seen her without her katana, and the only time he'd seen her with not much else on. Watching Michonne cup water in her hands and pour it along her lean shoulders, he stared at her slender back, his eyes trailing down to see just the hint of her bare ass teasing his sight as he was aware of the fullness of her rear but couldn't get the full view he craved. As Michonne turned around, rick's eyes widened in lust seeing her round breasts and dark nipples and that flat yet toned stomach. He clenched his fist tightly realizing his hand formed to touch her breast even from his distance. Looking down, then back to check on Carl, his eyes defied decency and stared back at Michonne's round mounts. He didn't even think that she would have noticed him.

"Rick." She called out.

Rick turned around, quickly facing away from Michonne. "I...I'm...sorry. I ugh...thought you were gone, thought something musta happened to you. I woke up and you were gone."

"Does that explain while you were watching me so long." She asked.

"No...that's my fault. I saw you and just, i don't know. I couldn't stop looking."

"First time you've seen a a naked woman in some time, I can't blame you for staring."

"Fist time I've seen you... you're not just any woman."

Rick could hear the sound of the water, and he could feel her nearing him. He wouldn't turn around but he wouldn't move to give her privacy either. I should let her dress in private, he thought to himself but it was only a thought. He felt her wet hands on the back of his shoulders. He willed himself to turn around then looked down at her naked body, beads of water streaming down her flawless dark skin. Her skin always seemed to glow, he though as he looked down at her body before starring into her soulful dark eyes. Her stare was different, she wans't on edge like you had to be in this world, she seemed completely relaxed.

They said nothing to each other, and still said nothing as Rick grabbed her slender waistline in his hands and eliminated any space between them. The two still stared into each other's eyes, their looks were longing and loving. Rick moved a hand up to her left cheek and stroked it with his thumb, his eyes lowered as did hers seconds before the two engaged in a heated kiss.

Rick tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, slightly lifting her from the ground as their tongues fought for dominance, both moaned in unions tasting each others kiss while Michonne wrapped her arms around Rick's neck and both his hands ventured down to firmly grab her shapely bottom.

Michonne pulled her arms back carefully, then broke their kiss. She felt rick's heavy breathing near her lips as her own rapid breaths meet with his. Michonne smiled with that radiant smile of her's as she stared up at Rick's handsome face.

"I've just taken a bath and now your willing me to get dirty all over again."

"Rick smirked," I'll help get you clean after after, I promise."

It wasn't long before rick had her and when he did, it felt like drinking a class of cold ice lemon aid after a year long drought. He had no idea this was what he wanted. Michonne, like this. To be inside her. But as it happened it felt the most right to him. She was laid under him, on grass and dirt by the lake, her thighs parted with his body laid between them, his hips thrusting back and forth inside her, their moans crashing into one anther like waves. Michonne's arms wrapped around him with her nails digging into his back.

As he'd hit deep inside her, making her moan dangerously loudly, he covered her mouth with his as a precaution for his upcoming thrusts hitting just as deep from now on. He moved quickly inside Michonne and growled against her mouth in between deep groans as she shed blood while clawing down his back.

Rick balled a fist up and slammed it into the ground, the tension in his body ready for a release, Michonne's hands found his and laced her fingers in between his watching the beauty of their hands colliding, her dark skin against his pale one. Rick pinned her hands to he ground above her head and cooed in delight of her breasts bouncing against his bare chest the harder he went. Feeling his cock swell within the tightness of Michonne's warm womanhood, he struggled not to scream as he felt Michonne's heated spray of cum around his cock just as he exploded deep within her.

Rick clasped on top of her, resting his forehead against her's as he released his hands from hers running his touch down the inside of her arms and circling his hands around her breasts squeezing them before his mouth went to suck at each of her nipples.

"Michonne..." he said looking up at her. His hands running upwards over her firm breasts then cupping her face. He watched as she stared back at him, she shared his deep connection he could feel it, she could feel it.

"Rick..." she responded back curiously at the same time watching him struggle to get his next few words out. He didn't want to say to much, he couldn't rick pouring out his entire heart to her like he wanted, something was holding him back, maybe it was the fear that he could loose her or that she could loose him. Michonne ended his internal struggle and just kissed his forehead then gently combed her hands through his hair, petting him tenderly.

"We could both use a bath now." She smiled.