An older woman came in to relieve Lennon, she sighed in relief and happily left. Am I free of an escort? She wondered looking around the corner.
"Hey kid!"
Fuck, I guess not. She thought rolling her eyes and turning around.
"Buffalo Bill? I thought you were set free for the night?" She asked surprised.
His smile faded and he sighed placing his hands on his hips.
"Shit, my name is Simon. Not a very difficult name to remember. Negan wanted me to do one last thing. Come with me." He said as he began to walk.
Lennon was too tired to talk or bicker, and luckily for her Simon was too.
"Here we are." He said opening a door and handing her a key. "Your new quarters, and you are free to do your own thing now. Just don't try to run away, there are men on watch everywhere and they're trained to kill any deserters. Night." As he walked down the hallway he turned, "Oh! Dwight took your dog, says he'll get him back to you in about an hour!" Simon said walking backwards.
Lennon just smiled and waved and entered the place that she was to call her own. It was bigger than her cell, had a full bed in one corner with a dresser next to it that had a small lamp on top. To the right was a little area to prepare food and cupboards above. There was a small chair at the end of the room with a book shelf, which to her surprise had a few books, and a record player.
"Awesome!" Lennon said as the sleep temporarily wore off. She flipped through a basket that had some records. The Beatles, Sam Cooke, Louis Armstrong….sweet! She thought flipping through a few more. She loved music and hadn't listened to it in some time. She looked at the record player, running her hands over it with a huge smile on her face. There was a sticky note on it, she picked it up and read it.
Thought you would enjoy this.
You seem like someone who appreciates music.
-Negan
The fuck?! Lennon thought reading over the note one more time. This doesn't mean I'm going to change my mind and become one of his wives. She thought crumpling up the piece of paper and tossing it.
"I'm beat!" She said stretching. She took her clothes off and looked through the small dresser. There were her original clothes and the sweats. She grabbed the sweats and her shirt and flopped down in bed.
"Ughh." She said out of frustration. She was so tired but couldn't stop thinking.
Ok, think of something else….Daryl. She thought smiling warmly. His crazy hair that I love, those eyes, his goofy smile. She closed her eyes, going through each of his details. His strong arms, smooth chest his fit torso. She was imaging running her hands down his well-toned body. His well-defined back, and firm ass. His large cock. She let out a gasp, she began playing with her nipples.
"Mmmm." She thought about him, naked, kissing her neck and making his way down to her wet mound. She began playing with her clitoris, teasing herself. "Daryl!" He gasped as her hips rocked forward. She entered two fingers into her soaked mound, picturing their two bodies colliding while his cock slipped in and out of her tight mound. "Yes!" She said as she began to climax. She tilted her head back. "Oh my God, yes!" She was about to come, and suddenly she pictured Negan, not meaning to of course. His rock hard body, tattoos, pearly white smile, thick hair, peppered beard and chest hair with a happy trail leading to… "Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me Negan, fuck me!" She said as she came all over her fingers.
She lay there, gasping for air. What the fuck Lennon! She thought wiping sweat from her head. Why did I think about Negan…it was just a coincidence. I don't need more to analyze. She sat up in bed, disturbed by what had just happened. This guys a total ass hole and I have Daryl who I love. I don't see him for almost a week and am already fantasizing about Negan? Of all people too?! I mean yeah, it's obvious he's attractive and all… A small knock at the door had interrupted her thought. She opened it,
"Roscoe!" She said as he wagged his tail like crazy and dragged Dwight in.
"I see you got an upgrade?" He said letting Roscoe go who quickly jumped up onto Lennon's bed.
"Yeah, I guess cause I saved Negan's life?" She said cocking an eyebrow.
Dwight just laughed, "Oh yeah, I'm sure that's it." He said winking.
"What do you…" "Gotta go, can't be late!" He said running down the hall.
Lennon shook her head and climbed into bed with Roscoe, and almost fell asleep immediately.
She shot up from bed.
"Shit! What time is it?!" She said throwing some clothes on.
There was an actual mirror in her new place. She looked in it and her face almost looked normal. She threw her hair up in a messy bun and dumped some food for Roscoe. She was feeling around in her pockets.
"Ah ha!" She exclaimed holding her cracked watch up. "Oh good, it's only nine thirty." She sighed and flopped on her bed. Roscoe finished eating and she took him to go out. It felt like years since she had been outside. She let the sun hit her face and took a deep breath. She looked around. There were at least three barbed wire fences around the area and God knows how many look out towers. I'm literally imprisoned. She thought walking Roscoe further down the lot.
"Hey!" It was Finn.
"Hi!" Lennon said turning back.
"I'm real sorry about last night." He said sheepishly grinning.
"It's fine, I handled it." She said composed.
"That's what I heard, and everyone else actually. Anyway, I hope you'll forgive me since we'll be working closely together." He said running a hand through his bright red hair.
"Yeah, of course. I was never mad." Lennon said as they both entered the building.
"Ok, cool! Want to get some breakfast?" He asked. Lennon looked down at her watch, she had about an hour.
"Sure."
They walked down the hall to the cafeteria, talking about last night.
"Yeah, it was pretty intense, and he wants to see me today at his place." Lennon said shuttering.
"Hey, want me to take Roscoe off your hands?" Lennon looked up, startled.
"Sure, thanks Dwight." He nodded, "Oh, and Negan's room is where you met him the first time." He said grabbing the dogs' leash.
"Thanks!"
"See you around." Dwight said.
"Man, you have some type of effect on these men." Finn said as they sat down at an empty table. There weren't as many people there since they were eating later.
"Please!" Lennon said putting a spoonful of oatmeal in her mouth.
"Trust me, Dwight never talks to anyone, and when he does he's normally rude."
"We've been communicating with each other a lot, and by force."
"And Negan, he's really after you. Be careful, his wives can be catty." He said biting into an apple.
"They have nothing to worry about, oh shoot, I need to go!" Lennon said looking at her watch.
"See you round….partner." She said tipping an imaginary hat.
"You have to tell me everything tonight." Finn yelled as Lennon ran down the hall.
Lennon got to the office door and knocked. Shouldn't have eaten breakfast before this. She thought as he stomach began to churn. A big, tall guy opened the door.
"You Lennon?" He mumbled.
"Flesh and bones." She squeaked.
He took her to the back of the office and knocked some weird pattern.
"Come in!" Chimed Negan.
The man opened the door for her and Lennon entered. Here goes nothing. The area looked like a small foyer and there were a set of small stairs to her right.
"I'm in here darling, come on up the stairs."
She did as she was told and walked into a large room. There was a dining area, a kitchen and a living room area. It was one of the nicest rooms Lennon had seen in a long time. She looked around in awe.
"Shit darling, never seen anything like this?" Negan asked from the couch. He was watching a movie, from a decent sized television.
"Have a seat!" He said pointing to a chair that sat across from him.
Lennon sat, facing Negan. She looked at him and quickly away, she could feel her face turn red. This is the man I masturbated to last night. She thought trying to look at anything but him.
"Sweet heart! Where are you this lovely morning?" He said laughing and leaning back.
She looked at him again, "How's your leg?" "It's actually feeling pretty good, that's why I called you here."
"Well that is one thing I can do, but wouldn't you rather have to doctor do it?"
"Fuck no! You did a fucking great job last night, I trust you darling." He said as he stood up to remove his pants.
She smiled and blushed some more, "Fuck, you are just beautiful." He said admiring her face, "Probably one of the most fucking beautiful woman I've seen in a long time."
"Hey, since you already have your pants off there is no need to compliment me." Lennon said trying to lighten the mood.
He threw his head back and let out a loud laugh, "Damn, gorgeous, witty and one hell of a sense of humor. You're going to give me a hard on darling." He said smirking as Lennon sat next to him.
She just shook her head, "Mind if I take a look?" "Go for it, now you had to have had a boyfriend before you ended up with us." He said as she pulled down part of his briefs, exposing the sutures. They looked great, she ran her hand over his skin lightly to see if there was any heat. Negan let out a loud groan.
"So?" He asked looking up at the ceiling.
Lennon looked up at him, it looked like he was blushing. No way. She thought running her tongue across her teeth.
"Looks great! You need to rest for at least a week though" She said looking back down at the area and letting go of his briefs. Her eyes widened, sure enough he was becoming hard.
"Shit, what did I tell ya? You're fucking hot, I can't help it." He said slowly pulling his pants on, no shame at all.
"I mean, I was going to tell you it looked better now." Lennon spat out. The words came out with no thought. "Fuck! Sorry, my sense of humor shows up in the shittiest places sometimes." She said covering her face with her hands.
"Fuck sweet heart, you are one hell of a woman." He said falling back onto the couch, smiling, "About that question earlier." He asked, his tone becoming more serious.
"Yeah…it was only for a few days though, and then I lost him." She said looking into his dark eyes.
His brows furrowed and he got up and began pacing, "Death is a fucking bitch, trust me, I know it." "Did you have someone you loved, before all this?" She asked watching him.
He looked up at her, sorrow in his eyes. "Before all this shit, I did…my wife, I mean my real wife, Lucille. She died of cancer, which almost seems better than living his this shit hold sometimes."
That's his bats' name, now it makes sense why he treats that thing like a national treasure.
"I'm sorry Negan, that's terrible."
"Don't say you're fucking sorry, I hate it when people say that." He growled.
"Well it's a fucked up situation, and sucks." She said squeezing his shoulder.
He gave her a half smile, "Fuck, I just like you more and more each day Lennon." He said smiling.
"Negan? There's a situation." A voice said over a radio.
"I'll be there in a sec, then I'm off for the rest of the fucking day, understand?"
"Yes sir."
He got up and grabbed Lucille, "I'll walk you out."
Lennon followed him, "No more of this, ok? Your wound will get infected if you're doing too much activity."
"Fuck, darling, ok." He said chuckling, "I'll see you tomorrow, same time."
"Ok?"
"Hey, if I can't work, I need some type of entertainment." He said shutting the doors behind him.
"See ya!"" He shouted while walking off.
"Great." Lennon said under her breath.
Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she had to stop to catch her breath. What the fuck is wrong with me? She thought leaning up against the wall. I've only ever felt this way when….oh no.
