Michonne paces the halls, waiting for Andrea to get out of her conversion with Merle, the racist redneck that seems to hate Michonne. Michonne can see why Merle hates her, but that's not the point. The point is that she doesn't want her girl talking to him. She fears that he'll turn Andrea into some kind of racist, what with all the bullshit he says. God, some days Michonne just wants to take that stupid blade off his arm and stab him with it. She can only dream, as she'll get kicked from the group if she does, and she can't do that to Andrea. Their best chance of survival is with Rick's group. Michonne knows this, which is why she tries not to fight with Merle.
She sighs and sits on the floor, leaning on the wall. She puts her head in her hands, trying to pass time by thinking. What are Andrea and Merle even talking about? It doesn't really matter to her, she just wishes they'd hurry the hell up.
She's not jealous. She knows Andrea would never do anything with Merle. She knows that Andrea loves her, which is enough. She loves Andrea back, even though she knows that love's going to be tough in a world where the dead are alive and walking. Let alone trying to eat your flesh.
"Mich?" Andrea sits next to Michonne, making her smile. "Damn, I wish he'd just shut up sometimes." She smiles, making Michonne laugh.
"Do you wanna go to our cell?" Andrea asks, playing with her hair. Michonne nods and gets to her feet. She picks Andrea up, carrying her to their cell. The rest of the group are outside, listening to Beth sing around the campfire, but they'd rather stay inside, together.
In the cell, Michonne kisses Andrea with a passion. Their clothes are off so quickly, so frantically, they both know they need this. They both know they need to hurry up, too, as the the rest of the group will be back in soon.
Andrea breaks the silence by moaning loudly as Michonne kisses her neck, slowly going down to the blonde girl's chest. The kisses get lower and lower. Andrea's stomach, her soaking pussy. Michonne pushes her tongue inside, making Andrea let out a high scream of pleasure.
"Mich, we can't waste time!" Andrea moans. "I don't wanna beg, but I need your fingers!"
Michonne sits back up, pulling the younger girl to her and kissing her. A finger slips inside Andrea as Andrea pushes one into Michonne.
"Mich, add another!" Andrea screams. Michonne adds another three fingers, curling and uncurling them quickly. The blonde woman puts all her fingers inside Michonne and thrusts them in and out fast as she can.
"Baby, I feel like I'm gonna-" Andrea is cut off by her orgasm, a scream catching in her throat.
"Say my name, babygirl!" Michonne whispers into the kiss. She knows that she is about to orgasm.
"Michonne!" Andrea moans. That's all it takes to bring Michonne to the point of her orgasm. She moans as her pussy contracts and expands against Andrea's fingers.
After they've both ridden out their orgasms, they just lay there on the bed, Michonne stroking Andrea's long blonde hair out of her eyes.
"I love you." She whispers.
