A/N: Sorry for the delay! Keep those reviews coming. Hope it was worth the wait...
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"How would you feel about Rick giving you away?"
Sasha averted her gaze. "He's not my father. Why should he?"
Negan smiled. "Come on, Sasha. You wouldn't want your old pal Rick there? Maybe his boy could be the ring bearer."
Sasha looked at him, her face set. "Why? Why do you want them there? To embarrass me?" she accused.
That wiped the smile right off of his face. "Damn it, Sasha." He turned, pacing back and forth. After a beat he paused, turning to look at her. "I thought maybe, just maybe, that you might want some familiar faces there. I mean hell, don't you want to see your friends?"
Sasha paused, stunned.
Negan squint his eyes at her. "You're ashamed. You don't want them to know the deal you made. Am I right?"
Sasha balled her hands into fists at her sides, the right one knocking into her thigh impatiently. "So what if I am?"
Negan shook his head. "Our special day is fast approaching, so you'd best get over that real quick," he said, his voice low.
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It had started with a joke.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. For several hours, things had gone well. He had made her come by rubbing her on his erection, and as a man, he felt damn pleased with himself. They shared a laugh at their juvenile intimacy, but it was honestly the best fun he'd had sexually in quite some time. Keeping it minimal, simple, had been incredibly hot. He finished himself off in record time because of it. The image of her staring at him as her body clenched...
Negan internally shivered at the thought.
They played a few rounds of a card game, watched "Goodfellas," and when it came to Henry and Karen's wedding?
"Karen doesn't know what she signed herself up for. She think she does but...both sides of our wedding party will know the deal. Think Rick will wanna walk you down the aisle? Think he'll want first dance?"
She looked st him as if he'd grown a second head. "Rick? Is that a joke?"
Confused, he replied, "Well why not? Don't you want your people there?"
She laughed incredulously. Standing, she looked down at him. Not enjoying the feeling, he stood and looked down at her, waiting. "You're certifiable if you think I'd want any of them to bear witness to this freak show," she grit out.
He got in her personal space, close, but not touching. "A freak show, hmm?"
Sasha faltered, looking away. "That's not-"
"Oh I think it was. Uh huh," he said with a glint in his eyes. He paused, as if hearing something. "You know, I do believe that clock is a ticking away, and man did you ever just throw the gear in reverse."
Sasha paused, staring at him carefully. After an exhale, she began. "I liked it when you touched me," she admitted, voice quiet. "I enjoyed feeling the weight of your hands."
"Despite yourself?" Negan asked.
Sasha shrugged. "Maybe. But I enjoyed it all the same. And if I'm being honest? I enjoy you. And it's confusing, and it's horrifying, and it's reality. And I have decided that we will...consummate our arrangement in full before we leave here tomorrow."
He arched a brow at her. "You decided? Is that really what you want?"
She nodded. "It is. Yes."
Slowly, he rose from the couch, his head cocked to the side as he approached her. He stood there for a moment, just staring at her, taking her in. Without ceremony, he swooped her up in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. Gently, he put her down in front of the bed. His hands reached out, grabbing the hems of her shirt, pulling it over her head. One hand with particularly skilled fingers reached behind her, unclasping her bra, the other pulling the straps down her arms. He knelt down before her, unbuckling her belt, unzipping her pants. With a reverence he had no business possessing, he pulled her pants down, grazing her thighs and calves as he did so. He kissed each knee as he helped her step out of denim. Sasha didn't cover herself; she stood there, next to naked, breasts bare, with only a pair faded, blue Hanes on.
Eyes never leaving hers, he stood. He grabbed her hands and placed them at the hem of his white tee. "Undress me." And she did, a lot faster than he was at the task. She stripped him of his shirt, his jeans, and his briefs, leaving him no room for modesty. She looked at him - he was slender, yet sinewy. His torso was long, his muscles defined on his thin frame. A giant cross tattoo was on his right, upper arm, and a growing erection completed his look.
"Care to join me?" he asked, reaching a hand out to her. Slowly, she took his hand, and together they climbed onto the bed. Sasha laid back, legs bent, staring at the ceiling as he slowly pulled her panties down. Placing an arm on either side of her, Negan hovered over her, eyes flickering over her face. He started with a kiss to her forehead, then one for each cheek, down her neck to her collar bone, then down and over to her left breast. He laved her nipple painfully slow, encircling it with his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. His left hand massaged her right breast as he did so. When she began to moan, he switched, showing just as much care to her right breast. He maneuvered himself in between her legs as he did so, his tip grazing between her wet, and ever dampening folds. He moved his mouth back up to her neck, worrying the flesh there. Sasha knotted the blanket in her hands.
"Sasha," he breathed, hips lightly undulating. He pulled his head back and looked at her. "Do you want it?" he asked.
Her brow furrowed as she stared at him for a moment. Then, she slowly nodded. "Yes," she consented.
He smiled at her. "Alright then. You do the honors."
"What?"
"I want you to take this massive hard on that's just for you, and pull it inside of you," he said, voice frank. "If this is what you want, take it. Grab it, and," he paused, groaning, as she grabbed him firmly. He felt hard, solid in her hand. Eyes locked on his, she slowly brought him to her, placing him at her opening. And when she did, Negan let his hips fall forward a bit, slowly penetrating her. She gasped, back arching as she took him in. She looked at his face, so set, so serious. His breath quickened as he pushed all the way. He paused, still inside of her.
"I love your lips," he murmured. She responded by nipping his. She gripped his arms, adjusting to the weight of him as he began to slowly rock inside of her. He dropped his forehead to hers, eyelids flickering at the feel of her. He pulled his head back so he could look at her, he swallowed. Sasha knew that Negan was gonna take his damn time with this. She hated him for being so good at it; for feeling so good. She closed her eyes and kissed him, losing herself in the sensation.
