A small ache in Michonne's elbow jolted her from her sleep, and her eyes opened to her dimly lit bedroom; confusion taking over when the bottom of her bed was the only view in sight. She lifted her head, only to realize she was peeling her face from Rick's chest, and her memories of the evening came back to her immediately. In the silent aftermath of their very heartfelt conversation, the two of them had fallen asleep on the floor. They had obviously taken enough comfort in each other not to mind the cold, hard wood, but it seemed the consequences had caught up with her.
She sat up just enough to see the time on the clock was 2:14, and then fell back against her sleeping companion. "Rick," she whispered, lightly pinching at the skin of his stomach. When he didn't budge, she said his name a bit louder. "Rick."
He finally stirred from what had been a very good sleep, but not enough to open his eyes. "Hmm," he asked groggily.
"We should get off the floor," she spoke against his chest. "Get into bed."
He let out a long, loud sigh, his entire body contracting as he forced himself awake. He opened his eyes to see the top of Michonne's head, and the events of the night slowly came back to him as well. "What'd you say?" he yawned.
"I said we should get off of the floor."
"Mmm." He sniffled lightly as he began to run his hand along Michonne's back. "You really wanna move?"
"Not really," she admitted. She looked up to take in his face, smiling at the sight of him and his sleepy eyes. "But my butt hurts."
The two of them chuckled quietly, Rick mostly through his nose, before he yawned again. As his fingers wandered across her skin, he could feel the goosebumps raised along her shoulder. "You cold?"
"Not particularly," she mumbled against him. She was rather hot, in fact, seeing how close she was to his nearly-naked body. "I'm surprised you're not."
"Laying next to you?" He scoffed playfully and began to move beneath her as he lightly tapped her back. "Hold up for a minute."
She did just that, sitting up fully, and watching as he did the same. He grabbed the edge of the comforter on her bed and swiftly pulled it down to the floor with them. Amused, Michonne sat up on her knees, not taking her eyes off of him as he laid the blanket down, creating a layer of softness between them and the hard floor.
"There," he offered, pleased with himself for his quick solution. He fell back on their makeshift bed, leaving open the spot she'd occupied for the prior two hours. "Come back to bed."
Michonne wasn't sure why they couldn't just get into her actual bed, but she did enjoy the closeness that came with being on the floor together, so she gladly obliged, crawling back towards him. But she surprised herself when she opted not to lie back down, but climbed on top of Rick instead, straddling his lean waist, her ass resting against his crotch. "Hey," she smirked, enjoying the look on his face that said she'd taken him by surprise, too.
"Hey…" he returned, trying to stop himself from reacting to the contact. But he couldn't help but lick his lips as he wondered if this was headed where he thought. "So much for not moving, huh?"
"So it would seem," she shrugged with a mischievous grin. She was eyeing his wet mouth, and she could feel her inner excitement building. She could feel his dick beneath the thin layer of his boxers, and it was making her hot, her tits beginning to perk up as her nipples hardened.
