love me, michandrea
At the prison, now that the people of Woodbury are here, it was almost never quiet. Not even at night time where noises echo across the dusty, dirty hallways of the prison and the cells that adorn them. The place would have felt haunted without so many people, so lonely.
Yet Michonne was far from lonely and the curtain that covered hers and Andrea’s room may have only done a little to block out the noise of people bustling around outside their cell, but inside she was under the thin sheets of her bed with Andrea’s body pressed into her as they spoke to one another in low, hushed tones.
"Is it…" Andrea started to say, her brow crinkling in frustration as Michonne traced words on her stomach with a delicacy and tenderness that made it hard to concentrate, "is it 'kick me?'”
Just to prove her point Andrea moved her leg out to kick at the other woman’s, laughing quietly at the annoyed hiss that came from the warrior before that too was silenced by Michonne moving away from her to rest on her side, chin in hand as she watched her.
"It said kiss me, smart-ass."
Andrea’s brow arched and she too moved on her side, leaning forward to brush her lips against Michonne’s own even as she giggled into the touch, unable to stop herself at the exasperated growl she received in response.
"What’s so funny?" Michonne muttered, hand already moving to trace another word at the small of Andrea’s back.
Andrea did just that, shrugging as she did so. “Nothing. You’re just a big, ol’ softie and I like that about you. I like it a lot.”
Lips pursed in amusement Michonne rolled her eyes and pressed her face into the crook of the other woman’s neck. “Stop that.”
"You big, big softie,” Andrea continued to tease until Michonne sighed heavily and kissed her quiet, tracing the words love me on the nape of the blonde woman’s neck.
for once a movie nails it
like always Leo nails it but you don’t see him getting his oscar anytime soon