After Negan had given out the MREs all free of points Lee had eaten and gone straight to her room hoping for a good nights rest, she'd spent most of the day inside a wall so a comfy bed was the least she deserved. Lee slipped off her clothes and changed into an old tour shirt she'd had since her late teens brandished with 'Rammstein' and a pair of yellow sleep shorts. She got herself a glass of water from her bathroom – something she'd learnt was very rare, even the wives had to share the communal one down the hall – and set it down on the small side table. The room was basic but that was compared to the old world, in the new world is was luxurious.

It had gone dark hours ago but other than that Lee had absolutely no idea what time it was. Late was the best description she had. Lee crawled into bed under the soft sheets, her head crashed down on the pillow her raven hair falling settled around her porcelain face as though it were an obsidian cloak.

Just as Yulia started to slip into slumber a knock came at the door, rhythmic and could have only been one person. Sure enough when she slipped out of bed and pulled the door open she found Negan minus Lucille and his leather jacket wiggling the bottle of Scotch at her with a grin.

"Nightcap, my little marshmallow?"

"Конечно (Sure)." She loved that grin of his, so devilish, so handsome. "Seriously though, stop with the food based pet names."

Negan didn't speak just turned and made his way back down the hall to his room with Lee trailing after him in nothing but her tight tour shirt and little shorts. Once inside his large room he made quick work of pouring Lee a drink which she took graciously.

She'd never been inside Negan's room before, his office sure but never his room, she doubted very many people had. It wasn't much bigger than hers which actually came as a surprise but looked far more like an old world bedroom than her own did, this room looked lived it, like someone cared about it. To her immediate left of the door was a large four poster bed made up in slate colored sheets each with a side table topped with a lamp that provided an orange glow to the dark room. While over to her right – a part from a creepy gazelle mounted on the wall - by the windows was a big leather couch facing a coffee table and two light colored armchairs. The man had even got a fucking pot plant. This was Negan's private little place to hide away from the Saviours and she could see why.

A squeak drew her attention and she saw the bearded man pushing the far window by the bookshelf open awkwardly. He grabbed the bottle of Scotch and his glass then climbed out onto the fire escape.

"Come on, Yulia." He called through the open window and of course she followed along with her own glass.

The night air was cool and refreshing, it worked wonders to wake Lee up again. Glancing up she saw the stars and smiled and sat down beside Negan on the fire escape.

"Like the stars?" He questioned then took a sip of Scotch. "Never understood all the fucking hype myself."

"My family and I worked in the shadows more often than not, somebody always wanted something stealing, but my father was always happiest then. He had this thing about constellations, said they were the only paintings we couldn't steal." Negan smirked at that. "It's partly why I have my tattoo."

Suddenly the memory of the night he'd found her in that house flashed across his mind, he'd see that tattoo before. She downed her drink.

"You mean those dots are a constellation?"

Lee nodded. "It's Leo Minor, the lesser or smaller lion." She turned and pushed her Rammstein top off her shoulder so Negan could see the thin black lines and dots over her scapula. "Father used to call me his little lion, apparently I was fierce even as a baby. He called Illya his bigger lion as a joke so he has Leo on his forearm."

"Neat." Said Negan as he refilled their glasses. "I'm covered in the fuckers, some mean shit others don't. Nothing like yours. That you're only one?"

Lee smirked at him and shook her head, moonlight bouncing off her porcelain face, it lit up her apple green eyes and made them look almost supernatural. Christ she's beautiful!

"I have two others." Without warning Lee pulled up the left side of her shirt so he could see a calligraphy style writing over her ribs. "'Man's greatest fear is chaos', it's a Marilyn Manson quote." The top fell back down to cover her thin frame. "This is the other."

She thrust her leg out towards him and sure enough there on the inside of her right ankle was a second tattoo, this time a cat head wearing a top hat.

"The fuck is that? I kinda get the quote but what's up with the cat?" He loosely gestured to the tattoo.

Lee chuckled. "In Russian there are several criminal tattoos with deep and usually complicated meanings. Stars, dragons, Lenin, that sort of thing. This one means I'm a thief and I'm good at what I do."

The pair spoke about unimportant things and randomness for a time, Negan cracked jokes and Yulia rolled her eyes. They sipped the rich amber liquid and lamented about their past lives, Negan gave little away but he was more than eager to hear about Lee's.

"... and we walked out the front door."

Negan erupted into laughter, hazel orbs sparkled with mischief. "With the whole thing shoved down his pants?"

"The whole painting." She confirmed as she reached for the bottle. "Kirill was making kickstand jokes for weeks."

"I bet he fucking was." Negan took the bottle back. "Seriously though, what the fuck were you people? Mob?"

"Why does everyone thing if you're a Russian criminal you're part of the mob?" Lee didn't seem offended more bemused. "My family and I... procured certain items for, shall we say, less than sa vioury characters. It was a rather lucrative business."

"My money was on mob." Was it like Ocean's Twelve or-" She cut him off with a snort.

"That дерьмо (shit)? Нет (no). " Lee shook her head. "It's not all seventy-three point plans and fake noses. Usually we just conned our way in or disabled the alarms and worked out guard rotation. Sorry, but real life wasn't like Hollywood. Shame, George Clooney was sexy as fuck."

"Slut."

"Man whore."

When the aged Scotch had been drained dry Negan found himself tipsy and shook his head as though throwing the feeling away.

"Shit, it's been a while since I've drunk that much in one ago." Lee looked completely unaffected. "You don't feel a thing do ya?"

"I'm Russian, we can hold our drink."

There was a dip in the conversation then where she noticed Negan's hungry hazel eyes on her body, her short sleeved Rammstein shirt and tiny little yellow shorts that showed off her long pale legs. His tongue ran over his lip while Lee watched his chest rise and fall that little bit faster. The raven-haired could almost feel his eye caress her body.

"It's because you can't have me, isn't it?" She asked forcing Negan's head to snap up. "Why you want me so much. Once you do you'll be bored and go back to your wives. How many are there now? Four? Five?"

The bearded man in the white t-shirt sighed and suddenly went very, very serious which actually surprised Lee; she'd never seen that before. Anger, sarcasm, yes but never utter seriousness.

"At first yeah, I've never had a Russian before and fuck you are sexy as hell... but now?" Negan set the empty bottle down. "Okay, if I'm being truthful for a sec-"

"Minor miracle." She interrupted but Negan just carried on talking.

"-you're like me, you see the world the way I do. I'll let you in on a secret, the way I see it you're the only person in this place other than me worth trusting. We're the same."

"We're far from the same, Negan." Lee told him softly.

"Maybe not identical but we are cut from the same cloth. I know how I think, so I know how you think. We could be the best of friends or the worst of enemies. I'd rather us be friends though."

"I already told you I was your friend."

"My point is, I've never met anyone like you before, someone that understands what the fuck is going on in my head."

Lee pauses at that, all her life men had wanted her for her body, her impressive chest, and truth be told Lee had never blamed men for that, she'd used them while they used her. Negan though, he actually seemed interested in who she was and frankly Lee found him incredibly attractive. She understood him and he understood her."

"Okay." Lee rose to her feet and stretched almost obscenely.

"What?" Negan questioned, his voice deep.

"Okay, you can fuck me." She dropped her arms and turned towards the window to head back into Negan's bedroom.

"Fucking seriously?" Negan almost had to do a double take.

"You're window of opportunity is closing rapidly." Yulia told him with a smirk as she hopped through the window only for Negan to scurry in behind her with the biggest grin she'd ever seen from him coating his bearded face.

Lee padded towards Negan's luxuriously large bed with a swing of her hips and slowly pulled off the tour shirt then tossed it off to the floor unceremoniously. She knelt on the bed and turned to look at him with the most sultry expression she could muster, he was already half hard and it only spurred her on. The Russian gestured for him to join her on the bed with a single finger.

"Come and play with me?"

Negan didn't need asking twice, he wanted to surge forwards but forced himself to take slow dominate steps towards the half naked woman kneeling on his bed. Hazel orbs traced up her smooth thighs past those little cotton shorts to her breasts. Negan had never seen anything more bewitching than Yulia's naked form, fully dressed she turned heads but naked form would stop any man in his tracks. Each one was so perfect and moulded to her form, Negan reached out to cup one and Lee let him enjoy his exploration of her body. There had been some debate among Gavin and Simon as to whether or not they were real but Negan knew the truth, no implant could have felt so perfect in his hand. He leaned in and pressed open mouth kisses to her porcelain neck as his large hands slipped down to cup her ass and pull her to him. Yulia purred.

"Like that, darlin'?"

"Negan."

Lee gripped the fabric of his white t-shirt and pulled him to her, his weight threw them off balance and the pair went tumbling down onto the cool slate colored sheets. Negan's lips met hers in a fierce kiss. Strong calloused hands trailed down over her flanks then he slipped two fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts and shed the offending fabric. With Yulia finally naked before him – something that had occupied his mind since the day they'd met – Negan basked in her beauty, perfect.

"Go ahead, do your worst, Negan." Lee said with a naughty smirk.

"Oh believe me, I fucking will."

He looked at the delicate black curls at her glistening sex, so wet and I've only kissed her, his mind muttered dominantly before his let his fingers stroke along her folds. Lee moaned, loud and needy, if Negan never heard another sound ever again he'd die a happy man. She was beautiful beneath him, arms falling to grip the bed sheets, lips parted to let little groans and pants escape as his clever fingers explored her wetness. He brought her to the brink of pleasure, until she almost couldn't take it any longer, and then pulled his hand away, her eyes flashed with need. Negan wouldn't deprive the Russian, couldn't refuse her, not when Yulia let out such stunning little noises. With a grin he slid down her supple body to pepper sweet kisses to her inner thighs.

"Negan." She breathed, the sound of his name on her tongue, in that accent, spurring him on, made him want to hear her scream.

"Shush, Daddy is gonna make you feel good."

She'd used that word before, it had been long ago but Negan remembered, and fuck did he want to make it stick.

His tongue licked at her folds hungrily tasting the sweet flavour of his Lieutenant. Lee gasped out a strangled moan, she'd never felt anything like Negan's tongue before and couldn't even put the feeling into words, she wasn't new to this by any means but Negan was something else, like he had to be the best at everything he did.

His tongue lapped at her folds passionately, he was amazed at how wet she was for him, her hands gave up clinging to the sheets and raked into his slicked back black hair instead, gripping tightly as his tongue circled her clit. Negan kissed that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over making her scream louder and louder for him, then he slipped a finger inside her. Her grip on his hair became vice like but it only spurred him on as she moaned and gasped. A second finger entered her wet heat and then another, he crocked them as he kissed her clit. It didn't take long for Lee to start pushing back on his fingers, she was close and the Saviour leader knew that, he'd pushed her to the brink, taken the strong willed and stubborn Russian and reduced her to a quivering mess before him. After a few moments of careful thrusting she screamed out wrapping her legs around his head. Negan made sure to keep the thrusts going throughout her orgasm until she was left panting, her eyes fluttered closed. Lee felt nothing but pure pleasure.

"Negan!" She all but screamed and Gods did that feed Negan's ego.

He smirked when his lips met hers again, knowing she could taste herself on him. Reluctantly Negan sat himself on his haunches and ripped off his t-shirt then toed off his boots and made short work of his belt. The Lieutenant seemed to delight in just watching him, almost as though he was a mystery waiting to be revealed.

Only after peeling the dark denim from his body so slowly it bordered on torment did Negan return to Lee, he pressed his lips to hers and finally, finally, thrust into his little hellcat. Negan kept his movements slow so that she could feel every inch of his thick cock as he buried himself inside her. Yulia moaned, her back arched almost against her will. Lee had expected the Saviour to be large but she'd not quite anticipated just how thick he'd be, in that moment Lee knew that no other man would ever be able to satisfy her like the unyielding man on top of her. He settled both his hands on her hips forcing the dark-haired beauty back onto him that little bit further, she gasped as her head fell backwards against the soft pillows. Negan's thrusts began slow and gentle but soon his need took over and snapped his hips fast and sharp, he set a hard pace using Lee's hips to pull her back onto him. The Russian could only moan and grip the bed sheets until her slender fingers turned white. Negan groaned, his hips thrusting powerfully with a satisfying sound of slapping skin. Her eyes fluttered shut but the Saviour didn't allow it and gripped her neck to force her to look back at him.

"You keep your eyes on me, Sweetheart. Understood?" He he was breathless but still crashed their lips back together for a heated kiss.

Yulia was dangling on the very edge, looking down into the euphoric depths below with her bearded Saviour leader not far behind her, she wiggled her hips in just the right way, teasing experimentally, and send him into a primal rut, thrusting like his life depended on it. It was then that the raven-haired Russian grew needier and Negan flipped them so as he could watch his the naughty little girl ride him, his long and talented fingers gripped her hips leaving tiny little bruises over her porcelain skin, pulling her down onto him, impaling her. Lee grinned down at him, she'd never seen him so desperate, with her hands firmly planted on his chest Lee leaned down to kiss him again, gasping at the new angle and the way her kissed nipples grazed against his chest.

It was then that she could take it no longer and plunged into the smouldering waters of bliss and euphoria her body clamped down around the older man as she rode out her orgasm, pulling him over the edge and into climax with her.