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Taken place at the prison
It was late when I walked into the prison from being on watch; probably around midnight. Everyone had been asleep for about an hour or so, except for Rick who was taking the next shift. I approached his cell slowly and peeked inside to see if he was in there, I whispered his name. He was sleeping on the bottom bunk before I woke him up. He was slightly startled: it's how we all react when being woken up nowadays. He realized it was his turn for watch when he glanced up at me in the doorway, his eyes squinted while he adjusted himself up from laying down. He sat on the side of his bed while put his gun belt on.
"How's it been out there?" He asks while putting his belt on.
"It's quiet. I think there's a fire a few miles away. It must be drawing them there." I kept my eyes on him as he glanced up at me with a small smile, then bowed his head to finish putting his belt on.
"That's good." He says. He then stands up after getting himself situated. While he stood up, what seemed to be a picture slid out and away from him. He glanced at what dropped, then at me, and seemed to be worried if I saw what fell. I saw where it landed, so I walked over to the bed and reached underneath. Rick stood in the same position as he was when it fell,
"It's just a picture," Rick says, trying to dismiss my help politely. "You don't have to get it." I retrieved the picture as he finished saying that and stood up while looking at it. It was a picture of him, Carl, and Lori before everything. Rick stood silently as I took a good look at it, along with a smile coming to my lips. I returned my eyes onto him and offered him the picture. His eyes were on mine too at this point. This was something strange. He finally reached for the picture, but stepped even closer to me with his eyes still locked onto mine. I stood still and raised my chin to continue our gaze. His hand that took the picture from mine lingered a bit to touch mine. At this point my breath was becoming light and sparse.
He placed his hand on my side and pulled me closer to him while we both drew in for a kiss. He kissed me slowly and deeply, moving his other hand to the side on my jaw to keep up our kisses. I also put my hand up to his face, smoothing over his cheek and facial hair in an intimate way. We didn't separate while he sat down on the side of the bed while he spread his legs out enough for me to sit on his lap. He firmly caressed my body, becoming more and more eager for physicality. His hands occasionally caught the end of my shirt, touching my skin with his hands. I let out a soft noise from pleasure by his ear, he grabbed my side harder than normal, then also let out a quiet and low sigh.
I took my hand to run my fingers through his hair, pulling it gently as I deepened our kisses. He showed me he liked that by letting me take control. I pulled on his hair while moving my lips to his neck. While holding his head back, he closed his eyes and let out a groan. I kept kissing and licking his neck. It was empowering to be able to wrap Rick around my finger. I felt myself drip in response to every groan and sigh he let out in pleasure.
Our deep, slow, and sensual kisses led to us laying down onto the bunk. He laid me down, his hand on my back to support me down. When I began to unbuttoned his shirt, he pulled my shirt over my head. He threw his shirt to the floor once I had it unbuttoned, then moved his hand from my hips to my thigh. He pulled me closer into him, my leg wrapping around his waist. Rick and I couldn't take it any longer and began to help each other take our pants off. Once it began, he pressed his forehead to mine. Our lips barely apart, I moaned and rolled my head back onto the pillow. He moved his lips to my neck and kissed me gently as I held him tightly.
