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A/N: I did a rewatch of TOWL and was inspired by the passion jumping off the screen. This is just PWOP set to the background of the building collapsing and Richonne making love for the first time in years. Enjoy!

Content: Explicit sex; oral sex; language.

Even though the building was crumbling around them, Rick and Michonne wasted no time in stripping themselves of their clothing. His words echoed through mind.

I want you.

I need you. 

She needed him, too. Deep within her bones; deep inside her soul. Though both of them was trembling with want, they were determined. If the walls came down around them, at least they would be together at the end of it all. Entwined, holding one another in the rubble and decay. 

Rick kicked off his pants as Michonne sat on the edge of the bed after she pulled her panties from her hips. She went to help him off with his underwear, but Rick pushed her hand away gently and then dropped to his knees in front of her. 

He positioned himself between her legs and pressed kisses to her inner thighs. He kept his eyes locked onto hers as his lips worshipped her soft, warm skin. He relished in her sweetness before bringing his fingers to her slit. He traced down the length of her folds before dipping a finger inside. Her luscious pinkness framed prettily by her dark, swollen lips. 

Michonne moaned loudly and it rung to Rick’s core. It had been so long since she had been touched like that. Touched by Rick. Touched with such love and reverence. He brought his mouth to her sweetness and licked his tongue over her opening, eliciting a deep, pleasured whimper from her. He swirled his tongue over her clit, loving the way Michonne responded. Loving the way she tasted. Her heady scent intoxicating and grounding all at once. 

He removed his fingers and began sucking her pulsing sex. Lapping at her fervently. Drinking her up. Slipping his tongue into her warmth. Licking her gorgeous, glistening opening. He thumbed her throbbing bud as he ate her out. 

She threaded her hand through his curls, holding Rick in place as he fucked her with his skilful mouth. His cock set hard, dripping with want. Happy to make her delirious with his attentions. Michonne didn’t last long. She came in Rick’s mouth, and he drank every last drop. 

His thirst for her barely quenched. He got to his feet, pulled off his boxer shorts, and then covered her body with his. They kissed passionately, enthralled by the feel of hot skin pressed against hot skin. They could have stayed like that forever, lips and tongues, searing flesh. But they wanted one another. Needed one another. 

Rick inched his thick, veiny cock into her pulsing pussy, burying himself to his hilt. She moaned as he bottomed out. Seated inside of her tight heat. His breath shaky from the feel of her; she was just as he remembered. Soft and wet and sweet. So fucking sweet. Enveloping his hardness. Made just for him. His smooth tip leaking as he withdrew just enough to push back into her with determined force. Their breath hitching as Rick began to fuck Michonne. To thrust into her. To restore his claim on her. To love her. 

They shared a heated, messy kiss as Rick drove into her, rolling his hips and filling her up. Peeling his sensitive skin back with each movement; his crown red and raw, covered with his precum and her slickness. 

Michonne dug her nails into his heated flesh. Tightening her legs around his hips. Soaking his impossibly hard cock with her juices. He fucked her hard and fast. Desperately, deliberately. 

They changed positions as Michonne straddled Rick’s hips. He held her in place as she rode his dick, taking what she needed. Sliding up and down his sex with practiced precision. Hitting her spot. Creaming on his rigid length. Coating his big hard prick as she came once more.