[TWD] Rick & Andrea - 'Protection'
Title: Protection
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Rick Grimes, Andrea
Prompt: #96 - Cold
Word Count: 454
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rick and Andrea have to reach an agreement when it comes to their bedtime rituals.
"Ow!" Andrea cried in the middle of the night, her body jumping. "Rick!"
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not!"
"It won't happen again, I promise."
Andrea clicked her tongue in annoyance. "You always say that, but you keep doing it."
Rick sighed. "I'll be more careful." He ran a hand along her stomach and nuzzled her neck.
She rolled her eyes. "You know you need to wear-"
"No."
"Rick."
He groaned. "I don't like how it feels."
"Doesn't matter. Small price to pay. Come on." Andrea cuddled against him, despite her frustration. "You'll just have to get used to it."
"Why?" he whined.
"Stop being a baby," she said, slapping his hand as it began to sneak up towards her breasts. "And this is it, Rick. This is the last time. No more."
He sighed. "That's selfish."
"How is it selfish?" she shrieked, turning in his arms.
"Who's it hurting?"
She rolled her eyes and pushed at his chest. "It's gonna hurt you if you keep doing it."
He sighed, hesitating, hoping for a second that pressing his lips to that weak spot behind her ear might distract her. For the first time ever, it didn't, and he groaned, his shoulders sagging.
"Are you really going to make me do this?"
"Yes," Andrea said. "It'll make me happy. Which, believe me, will make you happy, too."
Rick groaned again, rolling on his back and giving the ceiling a steely stare.
Andrea smiled, propping herself up on her elbow and kissing his cheek. "Rick, you have to."
"I have to."
"Yes," she sighed. "I'm sorry, baby, but your feet are just too cold."
Rick tightened his jaw. "Fine." He threw the duvet back and rose out of bed. "I'll wear the damn socks."
Andrea lay back down, smiling despite the grumpy incoherences he muttered as he walked towards the dresser. Seconds later he climbed back into bed, pressing his back to her chest to seek her warmth. And for the first time ever, when his feet touched hers, they didn't burn her from the cold. Her smile widened.
"Better?"
She turned her head and pecked his lips. "Perfect."
Rick sighed, pressing his nose to her shoulder blade and closing his eyes for the night. "The things I do for you."
"Oh
yeah, socks are such a sacrifice," Andrea said sarcastically. "What's
that book of the Bible that says Jesus was forced to wear socks for our
sins?"
He smiled. "If I have to give up bare feet, how about you give up that quick tongue."
"Because you'd miss it too much," Andrea sighed.
Rick smirked. He would.
The End
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Rick Grimes, Andrea
Prompt: #96 - Cold
Word Count: 454
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rick and Andrea have to reach an agreement when it comes to their bedtime rituals.
"Ow!" Andrea cried in the middle of the night, her body jumping. "Rick!"
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not!"
"It won't happen again, I promise."
Andrea clicked her tongue in annoyance. "You always say that, but you keep doing it."
Rick sighed. "I'll be more careful." He ran a hand along her stomach and nuzzled her neck.
She rolled her eyes. "You know you need to wear-"
"No."
"Rick."
He groaned. "I don't like how it feels."
"Doesn't matter. Small price to pay. Come on." Andrea cuddled against him, despite her frustration. "You'll just have to get used to it."
"Why?" he whined.
"Stop being a baby," she said, slapping his hand as it began to sneak up towards her breasts. "And this is it, Rick. This is the last time. No more."
He sighed. "That's selfish."
"How is it selfish?" she shrieked, turning in his arms.
"Who's it hurting?"
She rolled her eyes and pushed at his chest. "It's gonna hurt you if you keep doing it."
He sighed, hesitating, hoping for a second that pressing his lips to that weak spot behind her ear might distract her. For the first time ever, it didn't, and he groaned, his shoulders sagging.
"Are you really going to make me do this?"
"Yes," Andrea said. "It'll make me happy. Which, believe me, will make you happy, too."
Rick groaned again, rolling on his back and giving the ceiling a steely stare.
Andrea smiled, propping herself up on her elbow and kissing his cheek. "Rick, you have to."
"I have to."
"Yes," she sighed. "I'm sorry, baby, but your feet are just too cold."
Rick tightened his jaw. "Fine." He threw the duvet back and rose out of bed. "I'll wear the damn socks."
Andrea lay back down, smiling despite the grumpy incoherences he muttered as he walked towards the dresser. Seconds later he climbed back into bed, pressing his back to her chest to seek her warmth. And for the first time ever, when his feet touched hers, they didn't burn her from the cold. Her smile widened.
"Better?"
She turned her head and pecked his lips. "Perfect."
Rick sighed, pressing his nose to her shoulder blade and closing his eyes for the night. "The things I do for you."
"Oh
yeah, socks are such a sacrifice," Andrea said sarcastically. "What's
that book of the Bible that says Jesus was forced to wear socks for our
sins?"
He smiled. "If I have to give up bare feet, how about you give up that quick tongue."
"Because you'd miss it too much," Andrea sighed.
Rick smirked. He would.
The End