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"Well well well, look who we have here." A grin spread across Negan's face and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. He took a step towards her forcing her to let him into the room – he did so with a confident few steps and light hearted whistle holding his baseball bat by his side. He walked over to the window and looked around at the kingdom he'd built, before turning on his heel to face Elle.

"Follow me." He lifted up Lucille and pointed her to the door, "Let me take you somewhere."

With no seconds spare to hesitate she followed him out, closing the door behind her. She tried to memorise the route they took from the room to their destination, noting the different doors they entered and the staircases they went up and down.

The hallway they entered was lit better, the walls were stone and there was a lot of noise coming from one of the rooms. As they approached it Negan walked straight past the open double doors and started up a staircase. As Elle followed she turned her head and looked into the room, there were a few grey velvet sofas, a chandelier style light hanging from the ceiling, some plants dotted around the room and an impressive looking bar in the corner – but what caught her eye was the women, she noticed 5 of them, all well dressed wearing black dresses and nice earrings, Negan's wives.

Elle stood there, admiring their lifestyle – they had what most people could only dream of now. One of the women noticed her and started to walk towards her, that was until Negan appeared and closed the doors in-front of her. "Now now, that's not why we're here."

They continued on and up the staircase to another set of double doors. Negan opened one of them and gestured for her to enter. When she walked through the door she didn't know what she was expecting. Definitely not what she saw. It was a big room, to the right there was a black leather sofa and two chairs opposite with a glass coffee table in between. The windows were big and they let a lot of light in, there were a few bookshelves and tables around decorated with ornaments and plants. To the left was a large four-poster bed with black and grey bedsheets. In the corner there was a table with a small library of spirits and liquors and next to it was a desk.

Negan entered the room behind her and closed the door behind himself, taking a few steps and setting Lucille down against one of the chairs while she walked around admiring the décor of the Saviours room. Elle turned around only to find herself once again face to face with him.

With his face now inches from hers she took a chance to pick up where they left off in that hallway and pressed her lips against his – just for a moment then she pulled away, awaiting his reaction,

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to to make a move. God knows I'm a fuckin' gentleman but man oh man it turns me on when you do shit like that."

Elle didn't say anything, she just looked him straight in the eye and smiled before moving in on him again, this time she put one of her hands around his neck pulling him closer as they kissed. Negan took his one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head, running his hands through her hair – pulling on it slightly, asserting his dominance. He fought her tongue for control and took a few steps forward pushing her against the wall. Elle broke away from his mouth and she whispered, "So, what do you want Negan? Do you want to fuck me?"

"Oh honey, you have no fuckin' idea…" His voice was low and he spoke in between breaths, "…no fuckin' idea."

Without another word he planted his lips onto hers taking the opportunity to remove her jacket as he did. Elle pushed back towards him, forcing him to step back and move towards the bed. As they moved Negan removed his leather jacket and dropped it on the floor revealing a white t-shirt that showed off muscles and a few tattoos.

Elle pushed him down onto the bed and gave him a smile before she climbed on top off him. Her confidence excited him, he liked a woman with balls of steel – metaphorically speaking – he liked a woman who tried to control him.

He could feel himself getting hard and when she gave a smile he knew that she felt him too. Negan slipped his hand up the back of her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head revealing a black bra with a little lace on the cups. He bit down on his bottom lip and took in every part of her – she was slender with ink covering most of her midsection, she had a scar stretching from just underneath her left rib to her belly button, he noted that it looked recent.

Elle looked down at him and reached behind her back to undo her bra, throwing it on the floor a few seconds later. He sat up and flipped her onto her back moving off her only slightly so he had enough room to undo her pants and remove them. He leaned back over her and traced kissed down her neck and onto her breasts gently biting on her nipple. He listened as she let out soft moan and he continued leading kisses down her stomach before reaching her clit where he used his tongue to softly control her.

Elle lifted her hips when she felt him near her centre, she wanted him – hell, she needed him. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling for him to come back up.

Negan stood up straight to take off his boots while simultaneously working his belt buckle and pants. Once they were off he let himself free and climbed on top of her once again. This time he moved to her ear, biting a little on her earlobe, before whispering "I'm not gonna be gentle, that's just not me. But I am going to fuck your brains out" Elle took a moment to catch her breath, "Just the way I like it."

Negan bit down on his bottom lip with a smile on his face and he ran kisses along her collarbone running his hands all over her naked body, stopping at her hips he lifted them up and slowly entered her one inch at a time. Elle closed her eyes and tipped her head back letting out a long moan followed by a light whisper of his name.

Negan moved slowly at first before picking up the pace, getting a little rougher with every movement, the Saviour grabbed onto her hips pulling her as close to him as he could and buried his face into her neck. She ran her hands through his hair tugging on it harder with every push he made in her. He was moving deeper and faster, her moans were getting louder as he hit her spot. She moved her hands from his hair down to over his back, pressing her fingers into his back harder and harder as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

He could feel her begin to tighten around him – she was close, he knew it. The Saviour moved his hand around her back and pushed himself into her – harder and faster until he could feel himself about to tip over the edge. Within a minute he felt her tighten her grip on him and her hands drove deeper into his skin, "Oh… Negan…" Her voice trembled as an intense wave of pleasure rushed over her from head to toe.

Hearing her say his name as she came was enough to finish him off, he gave two final pushes before emptying himself inside of her. After a few minutes he removed himself from her then looked her in the eyes as his mouth found it's way back to hers and he kissed her gently.

Elle pulled away from him, trying to catch her breath. She smiled and leant up towards his ear,

"You call that rough?"

Negan looked her in the eye and bit his bottom lip trying to contain the grin that was spreading over his face,

"Damn darlin', you ain't seen nothing yet."

She let out a light giggle as her breathing finally evened out,

"That's good to know."

For a moment they both lay silently next to each other on the bed looking at the ceiling,

"Why didn't you leave me in the cell? Why give me that room?"

"Why so many questions doll?"

"I'm just curious, you don't even know me. I'm one of Rick's people, remember." Elle turned onto her side and held her head up with her hand,

"What do you know about me? I'm just an asshole, right?"

"Well, you're not just an asshole. I can see that, you do what you have to do to survive – we all do. It's not like I've never killed a person, but it's not all that I am and it's not all that you are."

"Hell, that's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." Elle sensed the sarcasm in his voice,

"Fuck you." She said with a grin,

"No…" Negan turned onto his side and put his finger onto the tip of her nose, "…I believe that's what I Just did to you"

Elle moved to the edge of the bed and reached for pants. Negan looked over to her, reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Stay.'

"Negan, I'm not interested in becoming one of your wives or another warm body for your bed."

"Honey, I didn't ask you to be." Negan didn't know what was running through his head, he didn't have the time to think about it, he just knew he wanted her to stay.

"Okay." She said, "I'll stay."