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Rick and Michonne are both overcome with the familiar feeling of their climax in the early sunlight of the lazy Saturday morning. Soon after catching their breath and entwining their lightly sweat-covered limbs, they lay in bed with no intention of moving. Rick admires her features as she comes down from her pleasure-induced high.

"We should stay in bed all day," he said huskily; his southern drawl more pronounced than usual.

Michonne rolled over so that her head was then rested on his chest.

"I wish," she offered as she ran her hand up and down his bare torso. "But I've gotta go into the office after lunch."

Rick groaned and mumbled and complained as Michonne giggled.

"What am I supposed to do with myself while you're at work?" he asked, only half annoyed.

"Well, you can get some reading done," Michonne offered.

Rick scrunched his face up, even though she did not see him.

"Nah," he replied.

"I'm sure you have some reading to catch up on, don't you?" Michonne asked as she leaned on her elbow and faced Rick.

He looked thoughtful a moment, and then shook his head.

"Rick, you have to read the first issue of Wytches if you want to come to Comic Book Club tomorrow," she said as she slapped him playfully.

"Shit. I almost forgot," he replied honestly.

"Rick…"

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you in front of Tony and your other friends," he said in a slightly more snarky manner than he had meant to.

Michonne kissed his forehead.

"Good," she offered. "And I'd never be embarrassed of you, even if you are a huge noob."

"What's a 'noob'?" Rick asked, causing Michonne to chuckle.

"You are, all o' this," she said while gesturing to Rick.

"You love all o' this!" he countered as he grabbed Michonne and pulled her body close to his.

She giggled once more and pressed a languid kiss to Rick's lips.

"Yes I do," was her reply.

The couple unhurriedly explored each other once more; Michonne rolled to her back and drew Rick on top of her. Out of nowhere, her phone signalled she had received a message. In between fervent kisses, she spoke.

"Rick…I should…probably check…that."

Rick's mouth shifted to her neck.

"Oh, God," she breathed. "Just like that."

"You were sayin'?" Rick teased before pressing his mouth back to the spot that made Michonne come undone.

"I should check that message. Right there, Rick. Oh, yes. It could be work. We might get to stay in bed all day," she said sounding both hopeful and aroused.

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