Richonne Head Canon Bingo
14. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?
They never really touched each other.
There wasn’t an explicit reason why, or if there was one, neither of them were aware of it. It just wasn’t something they did. There were nods, there were looks, there were smiles. And they were always enough. They knew they had each other’s backs. They knew they would always be there for each other. They knew that they cared, that they would always care.
Touch wasn’t often necessary. For others maybe, but not between them. There were once-in-a-blue-moon exceptions, of course. She remembers how her mind reeled on the day they found the ruins of Noah’s old hometown, and how the gentle pressure of his fingertips against her arm had anchored her. He remembers the warmth of her hand over his as they pulled up to the gates of Alexandria for the first time, and how it gave him enough strength to open his car door. They remember sleepless nights after they’d arrived, the weight of his hand on her shoulder reminding them both that they weren’t alone. That they cared, and they would always care.
Touch was rare, and it was soft and fleeting, and there was something scary about it, although neither of them would ever admit to that. Afterwards they always wordlessly agreed to tuck it back away, to save it only for when it mattered most.
After that first night, after the couch and the mints and their lips pressing together, after they’d surrendered themselves to each other willingly, eagerly, and completely, their silent rule flew out the window.
Once they started touching each other, they couldn’t stop touching each other, and maybe that’s why they had avoided it for all those months. Maybe somewhere in the pits of their stomachs they knew that when they allowed themselves to touch, to grasp and hold and caress and cling and claw, there wouldn’t be any way to turn back.
It didn’t matter anymore. They were hooked, addicted, obsessed. It was a habit they would never break, a drug they would never kick. Skin against skin, hands clasped together, his palm pressed against her lower back and skimming her ass, her fingers weaving in and tugging his curls - all of it was heaven, a salve to old and new wounds.
They were all over each other: above, inside, over, under, between, beside, below. They breathed together. Their hearts beat in sync.
They never really touched each other, before. But they did now.
(written by @michonnejennings - fic sideblog: @reciprocityfic)