Rick is not sure who she is talking about. All he knows is that he can't stand to see her like this. He drops down to his knees and gathers her into his arms, not knowing what else to do. He looks back as he sees Carl sidle in slowly. He shakes his head at him as Carl takes in the scene.
The teen backs out just as slowly, his heart heavy for her, wondering exactly what happened out there. He prays his dad will help her as he makes his way downstairs and out of the house over to Carol's, his sister babbling the entire time.
Michonne clings to Rick, relishing in the warmth of his embrace, taking comfort in his strength. She reaches up to touch his face before moving in to kiss him. She starts out slow, but once she gets a good taste of him, she wants more. She drops her hands to his shirt, unbuttoning it.
Rick grabs her hands softly, breaking their kiss. "What are you doing?"
She drops her forehead to his shoulder. "I need you. I need you to help me forget."
"That won't solve anything," he returns.
"Take me away just for a little while. I want to get lost with you, in you. Please, Rick…please."
She is seeking an outlet, anything to disconnect from the pain. She searches his eyes, hoping he will give in. She sees the uncertainty there, the unasked questions. She stands up slowly and begins to disrobe. She pulls away each layer deliberately, wanting and needing to feel completely exposed to him. She wants to give him everything, including the reveal of what happened to her before she met him. She realizes she's ready, that's what she needs to try and heal and to finally move on. She just needs the immediacy of this union to connect everything else.
Once she is completely naked, she offers him her hand. He takes it and allows her to pull him to his feet. He is silent as she undresses him, placing a kiss to his exposed skin as she moves her way down his body. He wants to give her any and everything within his power. If this is what she needs, then he will provide it. He wants to be there for her in every way, no barriers, completely open to her and only her.
She guides him to the shower where the water has grown lukewarm after running for so long, but she doesn't mind as they step underneath the spray, washing away some of the dirt, blood, and grunge from their ordeal outside the walls. They take their time, cleaning each other carefully and delicately. It feels almost therapeutic to her. She sighs with contentment as he cups her face and kisses her tenderly.
He pushes her back against the wall, never breaking their kiss. He entwines his fingers with hers and lifts their hands above her head, expertly spreading her legs with one of his. He kisses his way down her body, relishing in the taste and the texture of her flesh, his hands following the path of his kisses. He focuses on her center as he hooks an arm behind one of her thighs and lifts it to his shoulder.
She shudders as he laps at her gently, the stroke of his tongue causing a sweet sensation to course through her body. "Oh, that feels so good." She drops a hand to his head, absently caressing him as she rocks her hips. She increases her rhythm, striving for a glorious release. She pants heavily as she feels the beginning of an orgasm. She jerks and tries to pull away but Rick won't allow it.
He keeps his tongue on her, ensuring a thorough climax, grabbing her gently as she loses her footing and almost slips to the floor. He kisses her one last time before standing and pulling her to him for an embrace. He reaches over and turns the knob to disconnect the water and moves with her towards the bedroom.
