For Ash's Writing Challenge Round 2. My prompt was Rainy Afternoon. I'm continuing with Making Fun a Priority, because apparently I can't do one-shots (if I start a story, I need to make it into an actual story) :P

Summary: After what happened with Negan, in his bedroom on his birthday… Now she was faced with a problem. It had been days since it all happened and she hadn't seen Negan since. Not once. Had she done something wrong? Was she not good enough?

Warnings: Smut and language.

Bamby

It had been a week since the incident with Negan in his room. A week since he said he would come to see me in the laundromat, but never came. At first I'd brushed it off, trying not to think about it. I'd been so sure he'd come find me. I'd been apprehensively waiting for him to walk through the doors, with Lucille- his famous barb wire wrapped bat- resting on his shoulder. But he never came.

As the days went by, I was beginning to wonder if it was me. If I was the reason why he hadn't shown up. Was I not good enough? Was it just a one of fling? Was it just a game to him? Honestly, I wouldn't blame him if that was the case. He was Negan, after all. He could have anyone he wanted, so why would he want me?

My mood had diminished with each passing day. Before I hadn't had much of a life outside of work, but now it was even worse. I avoided any chances of bumping into him. I avoided any chances of seeing him and being reminded of the event that meant so much to me, but obviously so little to him.

Work was all I did. Work, eat and sleep. My room had become my haven more than ever before. It was where you'd find me during the hours between jobs.

Mags, Rosie and Eunice had noticed the change in my mood. Mags had made it her mission to make me smile at least once a day, to include me in her antics more than she had before. Eunice had softened a little, her grumpiness being replaced with stern worry. While Rosie, who wasn't the most clued in person, had suddenly become more aware of me.

All three of them were constantly offering support and trying their best to cheer me up. I guess part of it was because they felt slightly responsible, it had been their idea for me to go to Negan's room in the first place.

"I wish we had windows." Rosie's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

Looking away from the clothes I was folding, I found her staring at the dull, grey, concret walls.

The laundry was down in the basement of the factory we called home. Sanctuary. I hadn't left the premises in around two years. For the last few days, Eunice had offered to hang all the clothes outside, which meant I hadn't seen the sky in some time. But that's something I had to live with if I want to avoid Negan.

Seeing the sad look in Rosie's eyes as she day dreamed, staring at the wall, I couldn't help but smile lightly at her. "What's so good about a window, huh?"

To be honest, I agreed with her. I would have loved to have some natural light coming in. But I realised the effort she was making, trying to start a conversation, trying to distract me. So, I was going to go with it, hoping that if we had something to talk about, I would stop thinking about Negan and everything I must have done wrong.

"Oh, everything." she turned to give me a bright, dreamy smile. "But I always loved to see the sun setting. So pretty." she looked over to Eunice. "Don't you just love all the colours?"

Eunice thought about it for a moment, as she stopped her folding to look at the wall where Rosie had been staring. "I always preferred the night. When it's cold, and quiet, and dark."

"Sounds like you and the night are the same thing." Mags mumbled, earning a glare from Eunice.

"Let me guess, you like the bright sunny mornings?"

Mags' grin faultered for a moment. "What's so bad about mornings? All the birds singing, the flowers blooming, the sun out. All that bright colour and energy. Nothing's better than that."

As my friends had been talking I couldn't stop my smile from growing bit by bit, because Mags had been right. Eunice was like a cool night, scary when you're unsure but if you look at it from a different angle you can see just how beautiful it is. Mags was just like a bright morning, awake and colourful, always able to bring a smile to any face. While Rosie was like a sunset evening, never the same, but always amazing and warm.

"What about you, Brandy?" Eunice asked as she got back to folding, glancing over at me as she spoke. "Are you a night person?"

"No, she's definitely a morning girl." Mags beamed.

Rosie smiled as well. "Oh, you must love the sunset."

I shrugged, while looking down at the clothes in front of me as I got back to work. "Actually, I always preferred rainy afternoons. They always made me feel fresh and new. Like they washed away everything bad in the world."

Sitting at the window, watching the water drip down the glass, snuggling up in a blanket, listening to the drops hit the roof. Or running out and jumping in the puddles, spinning around and around, looking up at the sky as the rain fell on my face. I loved everything about the rain.

Rosie hummed contently, her eyes looking off into a far memory as she nodded. "I like the rain too." she agreed, smiling widely.

…

I guess luck had finally turned back around and decided to join me after all. After a long day at work, I'd been about to head off to my room but was stopped by my growling stomach. Usually I ignored it and just made myself a cup of tea in my room- using the tea and kettle I'd bought with my points. But I could tell it wouldn't be enough to keep me satisfied until morning, so I had no other choice but to head over to the main building and get some food.

Where does luck come into it you ask? Well, the moment I stepped outside, I found myself looking up at the grey sky, smiling widely at the heavy rain as it fell down on Sanctuary and all the people rushing around, trying to get to cover.

Memories of my past came to mind. The majority- if not all- of my happy moments had come been when it was raining. No matter how bad things had been, I'd always found the rain a way to sooth myself and have a little fun.

Fun.

When Negan and I had talked, I'd told him fun was over rated. That it was time consuming. Not worth the time or energy it cost.

But at that moment, seeing the rain and everyone hurrying to get inside which left me on my own… I couldn't help myself. With one small step, I moved away from the cover of the building and into the rain. Closing my eyes, I smiled and let the drops run down my face. It was like I'd said earlier, I instantly felt everything bad just wash away.

A small giggle escaped my lips as I decided to do something completely ridiculous and immature. Opening my eyes, I ran.

I ran past all the buildings and away from everyone as my smile grew and so did my excitement. I ran and ran, and fast as I could until I came to a small vegetable garden, and a patch of grass.

Coming to a stop, far enough away from the buildings now, I lifted my arms and began to spin. Laughing and smiling, I looked up at the sky as I felt the drops land on me. Stopping I looked at the ground, spotting a puddle. With a jump, I splashed into the water, laughing harder.

I knew I was being childish, and I knew this was all ridiculous, but I didn't care. I hadn't felt this free in… I couldn't even remember. That right there, that was enough to make me feel better than I had in over a week.

Caught up in the fun and my thoughts, I hadn't been paying enough attention to what I was doing. Before I knew what was happening, I slipped on some mud and fell back, landing in the biggest puddle.

Why am I so clumsy?

Suddenly I was no longer laughing. Now, I was shivering and hugging myself as I looked down at my soaked and muddy jeans, white shirt and thin blue flannel.

"What the fuck?"

My head shot up at the sound of his voice. My eyes went wide at the sight of his nearing figure. Quickly looking away, my heart racing with nerves and fear, I tried my best to pull myself up, but found my hands unable to grip on to anything without slipping.

A set of black boots came to stop beside me. Slowly, my eyes began the travel from those shoes, up the pair of dark jean covered legs, past the unzipped leather jacket and grey shirt that hid a lean body, before they locked onto the dark pair of eyes looking down at me. Lucille sat on her perch, rested on his shoulder. His hair was a little out of place due to the rain. But he still looked as good as he ever did, which I hated.

I hated that I was so attracted to this man even though there was no way anything could ever happen between us. Even if something did happen, it's not like he'd be mine. He had six wives, how was I supposed to compete with that? What, would I just become number seven? Would we each have him for a day? Would I even be able to do that? Would I be willingly to share my partner?

Whoa there girl. Don't you think you're getting a little carried away there? He's not interested, remember?

Right. I mentally sighed as I remembered the empty promises he'd given me just a week ago. If he really had been interested, he would have come found me. Maybe not that day. Maybe not the next. But sometime, in the last seven days. The fact he hadn't come, told me where I stood. I'd just been a distraction, a convenience, nothing more.

"You wanna tell me what the fuck you're doin' down there?" his voice pulled me from my thoughts.

Once again, I was looking up at him, finding it hard to speak.

I hated that. How he made me feel so inferior and small around him. But it wasn't his fault. Not entirely. I imagined he made everyone feel that way. He just had a powerful vibe about him.

"You gonna answer me, doll?"

Hearing him give me the same pet name he had the first time we met, reminded me of the week I'd just been through. It was like a slap to the face.

Sure, I didn't have the right to be s upset as I was. But suddenly, looking up at him as the rain continued to pour down on us, and the muddy puddle I sat in soaked into my clothes more, I felt myself snap.

"Does it matter? I'm finished now. I was just about to go to my room. You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine on my own." I grumbled, as I once again tried to pull myself up.

But I wasn't getting far. I wasn't getting anywhere. The ground was too slippery. I couldn't get a grip.

Shaking his head, Negan continued to stand there looking down at me. "One. Everything everyone does matters. Two. There is no fucking way you're going back to your room. Not like that. Three. Who said I'm worried. And four. You're clearly not fine." he finished, offering me his hand. "Take the fucking hand, doll. Before I throw you over my shoulder and take you inside that way."

I swallowed hard, picturing me hanging over his shoulder, his strong arms holding me in place as he carried me into the Sanctuary. I'd have a perfect view of his ass… He'd have a perfect view of mine…

As much as the idea seemed appealing to me, I didn't exactly like the idea of him carrying me around like he owns me while walking through the Sanctuary where anyone and everyone can see us… Which is why I- grudgingly- gave him my hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

A grin slipped onto his lips. "Good choice."

His hand slid into mine, his fingers wrapping around to grasp me carefully but firmly. With a tug, he pulled me to my feet. Though the tug was a little harder than necessary, causing me to stumble slightly. My hand instinctively came to rest on his chest, keeping me from falling once more.

Before I realised what I was doing, my fingers spread over his chest, exploring the muscles and lines under his jacket. I couldn't feel much through the leather, but my imagination was running pretty wild at that moment…

"You enjoying yourself, doll?"

I jumped at the husky sound of his voice. Looking up, I could see his grin still in place. Only now his eyes were slightly darker. It didn't take a genius to figure out why.

"Come on." he pulled away slightly, though he hadn't let go of my hand yet. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Unable to refuse or question him, still a little stunned by the events that had just unfolded, I allowed him to walk us out of the garden and towards the buildings. Once we were closer he let go of my hand. I wasn't paying much attention to where we were going, instead I was trying my best not too look like a deer caught in headlights as we walked through the factory.

When Negan stopped in front of one of the elevators- the one that lead to his quarters- that's when my nerves began to sky rocket. My socking wet and cold clothes had been the reason why I was shivering before. Now it was also because of my fear…

Stepping inside, Negan waited for me to join him before he pressed the button to close the doors, and then the button to the level his room sat. I stood in the corner, trying not to look at him as I shivered away. He whistled a tune, facing the doors, looking Lucille over as he waited.

He stepped out the moment the elevator stopped and the doors opened. He didn't look back to make sure I followed. I guess at that point he just assumed I would. He was right. I did exactly that. Only my steps were nowhere near as confident as his were. No. With each passing step, my fear and nerves just grew and grew. To the point where I was actually surprised I could still move.

…

I stood in the middle of Negan's room, watching as he stepped away from the fire he'd just lit. He moved to the dresser in the corner and pulled out a dark grey shirt, a pair of black sweatpants and a blanket. Setting them on his bed, he then moved to his bathroom, disappearing around the corner before emerging with two towels.

While he'd been busy, I'd been shivering where I stood, freezing my ass off.

Heading over to me now, Negan gestured to me. "Well, take 'em off."

My jaw fell open. "Excuse me?"

Shaking his head, as if he didn't have time for this, Negan sighed. "You're gonna get sick, standin' there in those fucking soaked clothes. I saw the way you were limping while we were walking. You clearly hurt your ankle."

Thinking about it now, my ankle did hurt… I'd just been too preoccupied freaking out to really pay it much attention. But now that my attention had been drawn to it, I suddenly felt standing very uncomfortable.

"If you wanna head off to where ever the fuck you call home, then fine. Go. I'm not gonna stop you. But if I were you, I'd want the help I'm offering. You don't have to get naked, but things'll work better if you get rid of the clothes."

Hesitating, I thought about my options. But if I was being completely honest… isn't this what I'd been wanting for the past week? Some time alone with Negan where clothes would be removed? Sure, it wasn't exactly how I'd envisioned it, but beggars can't be choosers, right?

Taking a deep breath, I moved to slip my flannel off my shoulders, avoiding his gaze as I did. Once the material was off, I let it fall to the ground before I grabbed my shirt and began to pull it over my head. As soon as I was free from the shirt, I dropped it to the ground as I adjusted my glasses, still shaking with nerves. My fingers moved to my pants, but they were so cold I could hardly grab the button to my jeans.

"Here." Negan stepped forward, placing the towels by his feet.

I froze as I felt the skin of his hands brush my stomach as he undid the button and zip of my jeans. My legs were shaking like crazy as he knelt down to help me get out of my pants completely.

"Nervous?" he asked, slowly looking up to grin at me.

"Cold." I responded, to scared to smile back.

It wasn't a complete lie. I was freezing. But it wasn't the cold that had me shaking this much. It was fear. Nerves. Uncertainty. There was just no way I was going to admit that to him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his hand coming up to brush the back of my knee.

I jumped at the contact, nearly falling over.

Chuckling lightly, Negan slowly stood until he was looking down at me once more. "I've been looking for you, doll."

"Wh-wh-what?"

"Shits been crazy all week. Haven't had a fucking second to breath. But everyday I still manage to go to the cafeteria to get food." raising his hand, he gently cupped my cheek as his eyes began to darken again. "Everyday I hope you'll be there."

"W-why?"

"So I can have another taste."

Suddenly his lips were on mine. With that one simple action, I could feel the world begin to spin out of control. Everything inside me twirling with happiness as his lips moulded against mine.

The kiss was hungry, and controlling. It was clear who had the power here. But even if it hadn't been clear, I would have given it to Negan. I would give it all to Negan.

My hands came up to grip his jacket as my tongue slipped into his mouth. Moaning, I pulled his hair, pressing him against me, grinding my body against his. The hunger inside me was cry out. Screaming for more. Snaking down his jacket, my hand found it's way to his jeans and over the bulge growing there.

He let out a growl, his hands grasped my waist as he turned us, backing me up towards his bed. Once we were moving, he shifted his hands to grasp my thighs before he quickly lifted me off the ground and held me to him.

With each step, I felt myself grind against him, feeling everything he had to offer. It fueled my need to have him. To feel all of him. But I was only there for a moment before he pulled me away from him and tossed me onto the soft mattress of his bed.

Stalking towards me, he began to undress. I felt everything in my flush to my core as I bite my lip, unable to look away from him. Though as his jeans and underwear fell to the ground, I found my eyes glued to a particular part of him…

He was big. Not ridiculously and unbelievably big, but still bigger than I'd had. Bigger than normal for sure. It was the thickness of him that had me clenching my legs together. I could already tell that he was going to hit all the right spots.

Oh, God… Yes! I moaned, licking my lips hungrily.

"You like that, doll?" he asked as he grasped himself, pumping a couple of times as he stepped closer to the bed. "You like what you see?"

Words escaped me. All I could do was nod.

Grin plastered on his lips, he nodded to the lat of my clothes. "Well, take 'em off."

Not needing to be told twice, I acted quickly, stripping my bra and underwear off as fast as I could. The promise of what was to come had me practically dripping in anticipation. There was no way I was wasting any more time here.

As soon as I was naked, Negan nodded his head approvingly. "Good girl." he pumped himself once more. "Now scoot back."

Once again, I did as he said, scooting back to the pillows. As I moved I watched as he let himself go before he took the last step towards the bed. Reaching over, he slid a hand into the draw of his nightstand, retrieving a condom. My eyes stayed trained on his hands as he worked the rubber onto his member.

Once he was ready, he climbed onto the bed, setting himself between my legs. It was then that he really took a moment to take in the sight of me, looking at every inch of my body.

I felt shy, insecure, uncertain. I began to wonder… Was I was good enough? Has he had better? How did his other lovers look naked? How had he looked at them? How had he touched them? What did he like? Was I any good at this? Was I going to be a disappointment? Was this just a one time thing?

But my thoughts faded away the moment I felt him brush at my entrance.

"So fucking perfect." he mumbled before pushing into me.

I moaned at the intrusion, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in deeper. There was pain under the pleasure as he stretched me more than I'd been stretched before. But it felt good. So good.

"Oh, Negan." I moaned, feeling him fill me completely.

We built a rhythm pretty quickly. He knew what he was doing, and exactly how to move. He hit all the good spots with every thrust, every time, without fail. It didn't take me long to catch up and work with him.

My senses drowned in the moment. I could feel all of him, not just his member as it moved inside me. I could feel his muscles move, his breath on my skin, his heart beating hard in his chest. I could smell the thin sheen of sweat forming on his skin, the musky scent of sex and the rain that cling to both of us. I could taste the kiss as it still lingered on my lips. I could hear our bodies slapping together, and the rain as it continued to pour outside. I could see him moving in and out of me, his dark lust filed eyes taking in every inch of our combined forms.

"So fucking good." he leaned forward to press a bite on my neck as he mumbled in my ear. "Feel so fucking good, baby. Want to bury myself in you forever. Never let you leave my room."

Another moan slipped from my lips, followed by a whimper as my legs squeezed him a little tighter.

He let out a grunt that sounded like it should have come from an animal. My nails dug into his back as my insides began to curl, the noise pushing me a little closer to the edge.

Hell, everything he did pushed me closer and closer. Every noise and move he made. Every time his eyes locked onto mine, showing me the desire he felt for me in that moment. Every time his member brushed that perfect spot inside.

I was so close. So very, very close. It would take long now.

Seeming to read my mind, Negan leaned forward, pressing his body to me as his lips crashed into mine in a heated kiss. The added friction of our bodies rubbing together, and the extra heat caused by our intertwining tongues, it was all I needed.

Everything inside me, all the energy and sensations that had been building up, rushed to my core in a heated ball. I had no control of my hips as they thrashed against him.

"God girl." he pressed a kiss to my neck. "So fucking good for me." he kept pumping, kept thrusting, adding to the intense feeling.

The heat from the ball in my core burst as he continued to thrust. I squirmed and whispered at the feeling, throwing my head back as a scream pulled itself from my lips.

Negan wasn't too far behind, his pace faultering as he pumped a few more times. He made sure he didn't crush me as he dropped to the bed beside me, his softening member slipping out of me as he did.

I was too tired to move or to care about what was coming next. There were still so many question, so much I wanted to know. But at that moment, all I wanted was to sleep.

Negan's arm slipped around my waist, tugging me closer to him. I didn't protest as he tucked me against his side. I didn't protest as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. I didn't protest as he held me there.

I simply closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his body pressed against mine as my cells buzzed and the rain poured outside.

But before I could sleep, I there was something I had to say. "I was having fun."

"Hmm?" he questioned, confused but too tired to speak.

Rolling over to face him, I answered his unspoken question. "That's what I was doing outside. I was having fun… I thought I should take your advice and let loose."

A grin slipped onto his lips as he opened his eyes to look down at me. "Get used to it, doll. From now on, fun is a priority."

Bamby