A/N: DON'T BLAME ME, JEFFREY STARTED IT.
I've constructed this as a oneshot, but depending on what kind of response I get, I might write another chapter.
I really can't wait to hear from you what you think of Negan. He is really difficult to write.
Enjoy!
There she was. The bat, the one object he was never seen without. That, and the leather jacket. But you had never really seen him up close and personal, only at a distance. But that was enough to know what Negan was capable of doing with the bat. From what you had heard, he was pretty creative with an iron, too.
You shuddered at the thought.
But here she was, lying in the armchair near forgotten and Negan was nowhere to be seen. You were only supposed to carry the tray of food into his room, lay it on the table and haul ass. Those were your instructions, crystal clear from the D-man.
But.
You had never seen the weapon this close before. You bent down in front of the chair, one knee on the ground. The metal of the barbed wire was glistening in the light. It was so clean, so smooth. For a minute you thought you could sense a gentle hum, a buzz coming from it, which was ridiculous, but it was the truth. You had never held more respect for an object like it was a living thing, until now. You felt like, somehow, Lucille was staring right back at you.
You held out your hand towards her - warning signals went off in your head, a line was about to be crossed, too many already had been, but this was near point of no return - you hesitated, stared at the bat as if anticipating it.
A breath of air, a few seconds of pause. And then a shift in the atmosphere, like two puzzle pieces sliding together, loosened the tension in your shoulders. If that wasn't a consent from the universe, you didn't know what was.
The first touch of your fingers on the hilt of the bat felt unreal, to say the least. The fiber was smoother but harder than you expected. But that wasn't what was sending thrills down your spine. This is where Negan's hands had been, experienced and familiar to Lucille, when he had marked his dominance to the different people, new and old, all over their territory. You would be lying to yourself if you said it didn't make you excited and filled your gut with a warm, buzzing sensation.
Your chest heaved as you let your fingers slowly slide down the hilt.
And then for a moment you wondered what it felt like. With a gentle finger, you touched one of the barbed wires. Doing it this softly wouldn't hurt you and for some reason you felt like there was no hostility vibrating from the bat. It was as though it wanted to be touched.
Wow.
"Pretty, ain't she?"
Heart jumping out your throat, you withdrew your hand and scrambled to stand up and face the source of the voice.
He was leaning against the wall with an apple in his hand, the other hand in his pocket. The lack of light on one side of the studio threw a dramatic shade on half his face, but you could still make out the strong brow and jaw, the salt and pepper stubble, the dimples. Except now much, much closer. He looked surprisingly unbothered by your presence.
"Sir, I -"
He took a bite out of the apple, staring intently at you as he did. The sound of the juicy chomp made you flinch, but it also sent sparks through your nerves.
Lips apart, you said nothing as the only sound that filled the air was the juicy sound of Negan chewing apple.
He swallowed. You watched the ball in his throat bobble. Good God.
A moment of silence.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?"
Eyes widened.
You didn't answer at first, too frozen in shock to move. Finally, you gestured at the tray on the table. You hadn't even taken off the lids yet.
"Oh, I can see that," he murmured and slowly stepped closer, one hand still in pocket. He turned his head, squinting a distrustful eye at you, almost mockingly. How the fuck anyone managed to look so perfectly sexy and predatory at the same time you had no idea. "But that wasn't what I fucking asked, was it? I asked 'what the fuck are you doing in here'?"
You couldn't breathe. If you still could, it certainly didn't feel like it.
"I was just, I -"
As he moved to soon take up your whole view, your voice disappeared into a hoarse exhale.
"You were just what?"
The little space between you and him was hot and static. You swallowed and stumbled backwards to gain some distance.
He followed. Soon he had backed you into something, but he stopped right in front of you, just far enough that his hips weren't touching yours (nonetheless, you were hyper aware of them) but still close enough that you had to crane your neck to look up at him.
The intensity of his eyes might as well have burned a hole through your skull. He exhaled, you felt it hot against your face.
"I'm gonna ask… - one more time."
"Lucille." The name passed your lips in a whisper and you swear you saw one corner of his mouth twitch upwards.
"Yeah," he mumbled and suddenly he had your right hand in his, raising it up for you to see. "She's an awesome lover but her love can fucking sting. Gave you a little kiss there, didn't she?"
You blinked up at him, between feeling the texture of his skin against yours and listening to what he was saying, your vision became fuzzy, but then you focused on the two of your fingers he was bending towards you and you noticed the small trail of blood running down your skin. The barbed wire. You must have cut yourself against it in your surprise of Negan's presence. How hadn't you noticed?
"I'll be honest, she can be a real fucking bitch sometimes, especially to strangers, but she must. like. you."
Looking at him, his face betrayed no emotion. The heat radiating from his body suddenly became stronger, the earthy musk of wood and spice filled your senses and if you hadn't already been aware of how male he was, you certainly were now.
The hypnotizing dark orbs shifted from you to your fingers. "Damn shame, all out of gauze." You watched as his pupils dilated.
Then, you saw something flash through his face, it looked as though it was a decision.
And then unceremoniousley he bent forward, closing his lips around your digits and sucked.
Whatever breath had been stored in your lungs had now escaped. Soundlessly your mouth was hanging open, you couldn't look away from the vision of Negan holding your hand and sucking your fingers like a popsicle.
With every press and flick of his wet hot tongue against your skin, you felt everything.Signals were rushing through your body and it all found its destination, gathering into a warm pool low in your gut. Your chest heaved when you could breathe again, you tried to stand still, but when it became too much to ask for, your hips shifted towards his, searching for contact, anything to satisfy the spark inside you.
Negan must have noticed as his eyes flicked up again to look at you and he released your fingers with a wet pop. His lips were a little swollen, your fingers were glistening with both your blood and his saliva.
He swallowed. You wanted to moan.
Oh, fuck me.
His lips curled delightfully into a grin over pearly white teeth, he looked amused and victorious. You wondered what he was smiling at.
.
.
And then it hit you.
.
.
Blood rushed into your face, his knowing smile only widened.
.
.
You said that out loud.
A/N: HAVE YOU SEEN THE 4TH EPISODE? I just finished and Je-sus! Negan is so hot.
Anyway, please leave your reviews! As said before, I could add another chapter to see where and how it continues (wink), depending on how many people find this interesting and want to read more.
Thank you for reading!
C