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@iminyjo replied to your photoset

“msdoomandgloom: Happy Richonneanniversary! Have some cute silliness...”

@msdoomandgloom I just came to say the same thing as @suzieqph Can you make these into stickers, pretty please?

Lol! hey @iminyjo I’ll tell you the same thing I told her, they already are! 

The people were friendly, the beaches, the volcanic mountains, the rainforests, they were all picturesque and more importantly, warm. It was the perfect vacation spot. So truthfully, it was only all the mountain biking,and hiking and paragliding, and ziplining featured as a preferred part of the national “Pura Vida" lifestyle that he was still on the fence about. And it wasn’t that he was a couch potato either. Rick was healthy, though not exceptionally athletic. He stayed in shape, ran year round, skied in the winter and surfed or rode horseback whenever the opportunity presented itself. It was just that he was far more content reading a good book on the treadmill than running a marathon or going for a nature walk. Yet, it was on just such a trip, on just such a hike, right here, that he’d met Michonne in the first place.

And the rest was history…

Rick had made sure to take Michonne’s number before he checked out and hadn’t looked back since. Nope, never looked back, instead currently, he was looking down. He stood with the tips of his hiking boots hanging over the edge, peering down at the sheer drop through the leaves to the ground, no doubt, far below.

“It’s gonna be great!” Michonne startled him a little, coming up and running her hands smoothly across the expanse of his back as she embraced him from behind.

He nodded and placed his hands over hers and pulled her tighter to him. He loved her even if he didn’t love this. That was the key. Rick looked back at the zipline as Ignacio hooked his harness onto the thick metal cable and trolley above his head. Michonne anchored him so that the weight of the cable wouldn’t drag him off the platform since he was standing so close to the edge.

“Relax,” She whispered seductively in his ear and tugged on the harnesses crisscrossing his body, double checking the staff’s work. 

Easy for her to say.

What he hadn’t known when they’d first met and didn’t find out until they’d been dating a while was that his future wife was something of a daredevil. Michonne skydived and parasailed, she scuba’d and base-jumped. A couple months after they met, he stood at the finish line as she completed her third triathlon. He discovered quickly that the vacation where they’d met wasn’t even her first time at this particular resort. In fact, she came there so frequently the staff actually knew her.

“After a minute you’ll be too amazed by the view to be nervous,” She promised, adjusting his helmet strap a little. “Not too tight?”

“Uh-uh, nope,” He answered breathing deeply through his nose. “I’m good.”

Still, despite her thrill-seeking, Rick had known from the very first time they saw each other, trudging up the Arenal volcano, that he and Michonne had far more in common than they didn’t. From their type-A personalities to their more introspective and taciturn natures and from their dry senses of humor to a damn near instantaneous attraction…they were meant to be.

He never doubt it.

Yet, Michonne’s more adventurous nature was the one place where they parted company. No time more so than right then when she obviously thought, entirely seriously, that zipping through the Costa Rican rainforest on a metal string for the millionth time would be fun. Whereas Rick knew clearly his idea of a good time involved making excellent use of the wonderfully fluffy, over-sized bed that waited back in their resort suite for them and likewise wearing out the mattress to get their hearts really racing.

If “activity” was truly what they were after…

Michonne tightened her arms around him, pressing herself into his back as if she could hear his thoughts and breathed deeply in sync with him. “I promise, you’ll enjoy this. You don’t even have to look down.”

“I’m not afraid of heights,” Rick stated plainly.

“I know.” And yet he could still hear the mischievous little smile in Michonne’s voice.

“I’m not.”

“Hon, I know.” She leaned to the side, peering around his shoulder while still pinning his arms to his sides. He looked over at her lovely, smiling face just off to his right.

“You’re just a control freak and you don’t like letting go,” Michonne teased and leaned her chin against his bicep.

She made it sound like a bad thing.

“So?” He scoffed, refusing to be offended.

His wife made it seem like that wasn’t a completely reasonable idea. Putting his faith in a parachute or hang glider or a base jumper’s wingsuit…or a zipline, was, as far as Rick was concerned, a bad bet. If he was going to jump off a cliff, literally or figuratively, he wanted his hands and his alone, firmly on the reigns.

“Sooo, that’s fine, sometimes, or maybe even most times. But every once in a while, you gotta just… let go.” Michonne coaxed, releasing him while still rubbing his arms. “And you know all about that, right? It’s not like you’re afraid to take a plunge. You picked up stakes, moved to a different city, got a new job and married a girl you’d only known a year, didn’t you?”

That was also true.

“That was easy,” Rick smirked. “And the incentives were powerful.”

“They were. Are,” Michonne corrected herself, chuckling and kissing the back of his neck while one of the staff members hooked the line from her harness onto the zipline running parallel to his. “…and so are these.”

Rick turned toward her again with an arched eyebrow and she winked at him obviously saying exactly what he thought she was saying. He still didn’t really want to do this but with promises of rewards waiting for him on the other side, it was looking more and more likely by the second.

“Good to go?” The staff member, Pedro, asked her.

“Yup,” Michonne said gleefully giving her line one good tug that shook her cable and unnerved Rick yet again.

Ignacio gave them all a thumbs up on Rick’s behalf.

“Breathe, babe. Don’t worry. I’ll go first and you can watch me,” Michonne said from behind before stepping back. “Okay?”

“Okay,” He nodded, exhaling in relief, but still reaching for her hands again as he felt them slipping away.

However, instead of stepping over to her side of the platform, Michonne gave him a tiny, little shove. It was just enough momentum to push him off balance and knock him right off the platform.

Rick groaned loudly as his feet were swept out from under him. He grabbed the hand trolley to right himself.

“You’ll thank me later,” She called after him sweetly, her voice carrying on the breeze as he slid away from her on the thick, braided-metal cord.

A minute later, when Rick looked back, he saw as Michonne dove gleefully off the platform right behind him. Carried by greater momentum, she whizzed by on the parallel line as he called out.

“You know our relationship is over right?”

Michonne just laughed as she zipped away hooting and giggling in excitement like a little girl.

After a minute though, even as Rick hated to admit it, he realized Michonne was right. He stopped clinging so tightly to the hand-trolley and looked around. It was indeed as beautiful as she’d promised. He watched the verdant canopy whiz by. Lush waterfalls cascaded over rock faces into crystal clear waters below, framed by rainbows that disappeared into the treeline. And hilltops and leafy valleys passed him like he had suddenly taken wing, gliding over the treetops. It was like flying and it was glorious. The moment he let go of the overwhelming desire to control his descent, the majesty of his surroundings and the experience completely overwhelmed him.

“So, Mr. Grimes, how over, on a scale of one to ten, would you say we were, exactly?” Michonne called to him as he caught up to her a bit later, a few hundred yards from the end of the line.

Rick contemplated it before giving his wife an answer as she looked on bashfully. She didn’t even have the good manners to not be grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

“I think, Mrs. Grimes, it’s safe to say at least a nine, nine and a half, maybe even as high as an eleven. I have to see how I feel once my various orifices unclench….”

“Unclench? Oh I’m sorry, did you think this was the thrill ride I promised you?” His wife, the daredevil, asked coming in for a landing with a naughty wink.

Rick thought of the adventure that was their new life together and didn’t doubt her one bit….