"You're cheating!"
"I am fucking not!" Negan frowns as he climbs his piece up the ladder.
"You got a six, which means you should be there," Rachel points at the snake on the board.
"You're such a fucking hard-ass," Negan pouts as he goes back two spaces and slips down the snake. "Fuck."
Rachel giggles. "You're such a bad sport."
"Hey, i am not a bad sport, okay. This game is just bullshit, i mean, who the fuck plays snakes and fucking ladders anyway?"
"You wouldn't be saying that if you were winning," Rachel smirks, shifting herself on the cold hard floor as she sits outside his cell. "What's that?" She nods towards his cot.
"It's a bed, and a shitty one at that," he frowns.
"No, underneath your bed," she smiles.
Negan turns his head. "Porn," he smirks.
"Ha ha. Seriously though, is that the book i gave you? Because from the looks of that bookmark, you've nearly read it all. I thought you hated Wuthering Heights?" She asks as she raises an eyebrow.
"Fine, i gave it a fucking read, you happy? It's not like there's much else to do in here."
"Are you enjoying it?" She teases.
"No, it's shit," he frowns, his mouth curling up in the corners as he hides a smile. "Anyway, it's my fucking roll, i got a double," he adds as he rolls the dice. He moves an extra space.
Rachel rolls her eyes, grabbing the piece and moving it back. Her hand brushes against his.
Negan looks down at her, but she just gazes at his hand, her fingers slowly curling around it.
"Rachel," he says softly, shivers running up his arm as she strokes the back of his hand.
"What?"
"We've talked about this," he says, his voice low and gravelly. She looks up at him with her sky blue eyes and his heart skips a beat. Then his eyes travel to the scars on the right side of her face, and guilt hits him like a train, same as it always does. "You shouldn't keep coming here."
Rachel takes his hand, refusing to let it go. "I thought you like me coming to see you?" She smiles.
Negan tilts his head. "Of course i do, but it isn't right. Me being in here, i deserve it. Some of the things i did, it's right that i be punished for them. But you keep coming here, it's like you're doing the sentence right with me, and you don't deserve that."
"I'm not here all the time," Rachel frowns, looking away from him.
"It's been nearly two years, and look at you. You.. you haven't moved on," Negan frowns.
"What do you expect me to do?"
"Fucking meet someone else. I mean, Jesus Christ, i hate the fucking piece of shit, but i'd even give you and fucking Daryl my blessing at this point. You deserve to be happy."
"I don't love Daryl, not anymore, and you know that." Negan swallows deeply as she rises to her knees, lifting his hand to her face. "Tell me you don't want me," she whispers, biting on the pad of his thumb. "God i want these hands all over me," she almost moans.
Negan bites on his lip. "You're not fucking listening to me, are you?"
Rachel shakes her head as she presses his hand against her cheek. Negan curls his fingers through Rachel's hair, pulling her closer to the cell door.
Her lips press against his, a moan escaping her needily, the cold bars pressing against her cheeks. She lets go of his hand, reaching through the bars as she wraps her arms around him, her fingers clawing at his back. Negan groans as she lowers her hand, rubbing it over the tent in his sweatpants.
"Touch me," she whispers against his mouth.
Negan pulls at her waist, her stomach pressed against the cell door as he slips a hand up her skirt. Rachel moans as he curls his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, brushing them over her clit. She returns the favour, her hand making it's way greedily inside his boxers.
Negan groans as she strokes his length, his fingers rolling over her heat as she writhes against his hand. His lips brush against hers as his breath quickens. Rachel tugs at his pants, rubbing his cock over her stomach.
"Oh, fuck!" He groans, trying to keep quiet and failing miserably.
He hadn't had a woman since the Sanctuary, and the last woman he'd had was Rachel. Yes, he blew his load almost every other night, normally after he'd finished reading whatever book Rachel had brought for him. But this was different. Shivers run through his entire body as she touches him, the feel of her hot skin against his cock building up a heat that he hadn't felt for a long time.
He curls his fingers inside her, massaging her inner walls. It doesn't take long before she reaches her orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through her like lightning.
As he feels her clenching around his fingers, Negan groans, meeting his own release as he shoots his hot load over her stomach.
Rachel sways her hips teasingly, her stomach rolling against the tip of his cock. Negan's legs tremble, his knees almost giving way. She smiles, kissing him sweetly through the bars.
Negan looks towards the stairs as he hears footsteps. "Shit," he frowns, fumbling to get his dick back inside his pants.
Rachel grabs a cloth from her shirt pocket, quickly wiping at herself before she pulls her vest down.
Rick steps out into the corridor, staring at Negan with a frown. He throws Rachel a sympathetic look as he runs a hand through his hair. "Joan needs some help, Daryl brought back a couple of good sized deer, she has no idea where to start with cutting them up."
"But i showed her," Rachel frowns.
"I know," Rick nods. "I think she's just squeamish."
"Well she needs to get over that, i can't keep cutting everything up myself. Anyway, what's wrong with Daryl?"
"He went back out, offered to pick up some supplies from hilltop," Rick says.
Rachel gets up off the floor, pulling her vest down as it rises, Negan's leftovers drying on her stomach. She turns to Negan with a sly smile. "I'll come see you tomorrow."
"If you can," he smiles. "Seeya."
Rachel heads up the stairs, a spring in her step.
Rick stands with his hands on his hips, staring at Negan.
"What the fuck do you want, prick? You want a hand job or something? Cos your either giving me your 'don't fuck with me eyes', or your 'come to bed eyes'. In all honesty, i really can't fucking tell," Negan chuckles.
"Cut the shit, Negan. I thought you were gonna tell her to stop coming here?"
"What the fuck do you want me to do? I'm fucking locked up. I can't stop her from coming if she wants to," Negan smiles slyly as he thinks about her doing that very thing just moments ago.
"You think it's good for her to keep coming here?" Rick asks.
Negan runs a hand over his face, his beard three weeks in the making. "No, i don't. If you really don't want her to come here, then why don't you just tell her she can't?"
Rick dips his head. "We tried that, she just threatened to leave," he shakes his head. "And i don't want her to leave."
"Then i don't know what else to say, other than my piss bucket needs emptying, and i need some more shit roll," Negan smiles.
Rachel sits in a garage with Joan, showing her once again how to skin deer.
"I'm sorry," Joan says. "I thought i could do it, but i can't."
Rachel sighs deeply. "Don't be sorry, it takes a lot of getting used to. You just have to stop thinking of it as an animal, zone out. It's food."
"I know, but.. it's the noise it makes, when you cut it," Joan says.
Rachel raises an eyebrow. "Just hold up a sec," she says as she gets up from her chair.
She comes back five minutes later with a boombox, placing it down on a small table. "Put this on loud enough, and you won't hear a thing," Rachel smiles.
"I never thought of doing that," Joan says.
"How about i do this one, and you do that one," Rachel points towards the deer hanging from the garage roof.
"But.. i won't be as good as you," Joan says shyly.
"You'll do fine, and if you struggle, i'll help you out. Everybody has to start somewhere," Rachel points out.
The two of them dance along to Queen, Joan doing a much better job of skinning the deer with the music blasting.
Rick walks past, a smile on his face as he watches Rachel. He wishes she'd give up on Negan. He'd gone as far as suggesting she move to the Kingdom, but she'd taken that as him exiling her, and they'd fallen out for over a month. After that he'd never mentioned it again. He hated the way some of his people talked about her. They were happy to smile in her face and accept the food she brought back from hunts, yet he'd hear them whispering as soon as her back was turned.
She was made of tough stuff though, and he liked that about her, that she didn't give a shit. It kept him up nights wondering what she saw in Negan. What could she possibly see in that asshole?
"You alright?"
Rick jumps, his mind a million miles away. "Yeah, i was in a world of my own."
Rachel smiles. "I can see that. I was thinking about going out on another hunt day after tomorrow."
Rick shakes his head. "No, i'm gonna need you at the drop off."
"Saviors?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Dwight's alright, but Simon.."
"Are you scared of him?" Rachel laughs.
"No," Rick says, shifting his feet. "It's just.. he likes you, i'd much prefer if you dealt with him. I'm not sure why they put him in charge?"
"They put him in charge because Dwight was struggling on his own, it's better with the two of them having joint leadership. It's like yin and yang," she says.
"Well i still want you there, i don't like the way he looks at me, makes me feel.. uncomfortable."
Rachel laughs, her hand covering her mouth.
"It's not funny," he smiles.
"Sorry. Anyway, if that's all, i'm gonna head home."
"Yeah, i'll seeya later," Rick nods.
"Seeya," she waves.
Rachel steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself as she stands in front of the bathroom mirror. She runs a hand over her neck. God it had felt good to have his hands all over her body, his lips against hers, his teeth biting her lip. Rachel shivers, trying to pull herself together.
Walking to her bedroom, she drops her towel, pulling a white t-shirt from her drawer, Negan's t-shirt to be precise. It's more a dirty cream than white, years of hand washing taking it's toll. Rachel pulls it over her head and lays on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She reaches under her pillow, taking out Negan's red scarf and turning on her side. Rachel presses her nose against it. She had a bottle of aftershave in her bathroom that Negan used to wear, and every so often she sprays the scarf. Rachel had found it helped her sleep, and sure enough her eyes flicker slowly shut.