Kirsty looks over at Negan as they drive down the road. She places a hand on his arm. Stop the truck, she mouths as he turns to her.
Negan pulls over to the side of the road switching off the engine. "You alright?" Kirsty silences him with a kiss, Negan's eyes widening in surprise. Their lips linger a few moments, a shiver runs down his spine as her fingers brush his neck. He looks deep in her eyes before his lips collide with hers, not wanting to give her time to regret it, his hand running through her hair.
Kirsty wraps her arms around his neck as she sits astride him. She fumbles with the zip on his jacket, running kisses over his neck as he groans beneath her. His fingers grasp her waist as he lays her down on the front seat, taking off his jacket and tossing it on the floor. She'd moan if she could, but all she lets out is a series of hot breaths as he traces kisses over her collarbone.
Negan pulls her vest over her head, he trails kisses over her stomach as he unclasps her bra, clawing at her waist as she writhes beneath him. Kirsty tugs at his shirt as he unbuttons her jeans, she shuffles them off and unbuckles his belt eagerly, her breath heavy. He tucks his fingers inside her panties pulling them off impatiently. Negan groans at the sight of her as she lies in front of him with her legs spread.
Kirsty stretches out an arm tugging at the waistband of his pants and pulling him onto her. She throws her head back taking in a sharp breath as he slides inside her, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as he lets out a deep groan. Kirsty rolls her hips beneath him needily, her foot pushing against the steering wheel for purchase.
"Fuck!" Negan groans as she grinds against him. He slowly moves his hips, wanting more than anything to fuck the shit out of her, but not certain that he'll last. Negan looks down at her as he builds a slow rhythm. In all his years of having sex he'd never experienced anything like this before. With other women it was as simple as, if the neighbours can hear her then you're doing it right. Negan can do no such thing with Kirsty so he takes it slow, her hot breaths against his skin sending shivers all the way to his throbbing cock. He caresses her neck, groaning as she lifts her hips up to meet his.
Kirsty bites on his bottom lip, her hands running through the back of his hair as he slowly thrusts into her, his hips rolling against hers creating a beautiful friction. She mouths his name against his lips, her thighs tightening against his waist. Her body breaks out in gooseflesh as he ghosts his lips along her collarbone, nipping and sucking on her sensitive skin.
"Oh, Kirsty," Negan groans against her ear as he grabs her thigh, resting her leg over his shoulder as he thrusts into her. He can't take his eyes off her. Her silence only makes her more endearing as Negan is mesmerised by every breath or movement she makes.
Negan, she mouths once again, and Christ he wishes he could hear her. His lips brush against hers as he builds up a steady rhythm. She runs her hand through his hair, her eyes burning deep into his. Fuck me! She mouths, her eyes pleading with him.
"Oh fuck yeah!" Negan growls as he snaps his hips against her hard. He tucks his arm under her shoulder, grasping at it as he thrusts into her relentlessly. "Fuck! You're so wet, baby," he groans, his cock twitching inside her as he struggles to hold back.
Her breaths are erratic as she scratches at his back. She bites his shoulder as she stifles what would be a moan if she were able, her legs beginning to shake as she feels herself getting close.
Negan quickens his pace as he feels her trembling beneath him, his fingers no doubt leaving marks on her thigh as he claws at her. He makes enough noise for the both of them, grunting and groaning with almost every thrust.
Oh god, Negan, Kirsty throws her head back as she orgasms, her toes curling as waves of pleasure course through her entire body.
Negan groans as she pulsates around him. He looks down at Kirsty, her mouth wide open as she lets out an almost audible aah sending him over the edge as his cock spasms inside her. He groans into the crook of her neck as he loses his rhythm, coming inside her with a few haphazard thrusts.
They lie a while their breaths heavy. Kirsty runs a hand down his back, his chest hair tickling her breasts as he struggles to catch his breath. He lifts his head from the crook of her neck gazing down at her. "Fuck, baby!" He smiles from ear to ear. "That was fucking incredible. You fucking took me by surprise there. This was the last thing i was expecting to happen." Kirsty looks up at him with a shy smile. "I can't fucking tell you how much-."
Kirsty covers his mouth with her hand. Don't ruin it, she mouths. Negan frowns briefly but then he nods with a grin. Kirsty pushes at his chest as she sits up, trying to find her clothes as she suddenly becomes more aware that she's completely naked.
"You know, i'll be good to go again in about five minutes," Negan smiles, his eyes looking at her greedily.
She shakes her head as she pulls on her panties.
Negan sighs. "Is this gonna be one of those things were you're not gonna talk to me for the next week? Because normally i wouldn't fucking mind, but i like you."
I just spoke to you, she frowns as she fastens her bra.
Negan furrows his brow. "Well you said three fucking words, and they were, don't ruin it, which isn't very promising."
Kirsty buttons her jeans and grabs her vest, she scrambles for her boots on the floor. Fully dressed she turns to Negan, who's dick is still hanging out of his pants. Are you going to get dressed? She asks, averting her eyes quickly.
Negan looks down at himself. "No need to be shy, beautiful. This was inside you not five minutes ago. My manfat's probably pooling in your panties as we speak," he teases.
You're not funny, she frowns.
"I'm not fucking joking," he smiles, running his tongue over his lips.
Can we just get going? She mouths.
Negan chuckles. "If that's how you want it?" He wipes at the windscreen in front of him. "Christ! It's gotten steamy in here," he laughs as he winds down the window.
Kirsty winds down her own window, a warm breeze blowing against her hot skin.
They drive on in silence, Negan not wanting to push his luck. He stops the truck about a mile from Alexandria. Kirsty turns to him. Why have you stopped?
Negan breathes deeply as he drums his fingers against the steering wheel. "I don't wanna leave us like this. I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart, what just happened, i've wanted that from the moment i laid eyes on you. It was fucking amazing and i know for a fucking fact you feel the same. I just wish you didn't feel the need to mope around feeling bad about it."
I'm not moping, she frowns.
Negan laughs. "No, course you're not. You might wanna tell your fucking face that then," his face softens. "A lot's happened today. What you did to Joe," Negan shakes his head. "Don't go feeling bad about that, he had it fucking coming. I'll give you some time, i don't want you to feel like you're suffocating," he tilts his head to the side. "If you need me for anything, you find one of my men and they'll get me on the radio." He really wants to kiss her, but he doesn't, her face telling him that's the last thing she wants. So he drives on.
"I ain't takin his word for it! Why should we believe a word that comes out his mouth?" Daryl yells.
"Daryl, will you just calm down," Rick says.
"Naw. He ain't nothin but a traitor, i ain't takin his word for nothin."
"Hey, i'm just telling you what i saw. You don't believe me? Then fine," Dwight says.
The three of them stand in the dark of night outside a dilapidated gas station, the air still hot with barely a breeze.
"We're not saying that," Rick starts.
"Yeah we are!" Daryl cuts him off. "I don't care what you say, i ain't believin it."
"I saw it with my own eyes, as did all the others," Dwight says.
Daryl huffs. "Well so what if she did? Guy had it comin if what you said's right."
"If she'd just shot him i'd agree with you. But what she did was cold. If you'd been there you'd have said that yourself. She took that bat and she smashed that guys head in till it was nothin more than mush, and she loved every second of it," Dwight says.
Daryl goes to run at him before Rick puts a hand against his chest. "Daryl," Rick shakes his head. "Why would he lie? What would he have to gain?"
Daryl shuffles from one foot to the other. "She wouldn't touch that thing, i know she wouldn't."
Rick places a hand on his shoulder looking him in the eye. "Maybe she wasn't thinking straight? I mean, that was the guy that almost killed her, that left her for dead, the guy that stole her voice."
Daryl nods, giving Dwight a nasty glance. "I still don't see why we can't tell her bout Dwight. Feels wrong, like we don't trust her."
"We don't," Dwight chips in.
"Was i talkin to you?" Daryl snaps.
"Hey, calm down," Rick says, pulling him back once again. He sighs deeply. "I think Dwight's right though."
"What?" Daryl frowns.
"I'm not saying she's on Negan's side, but i can't risk it," Rick says.
"That's exactly what you're sayin, how can you think that about her?"
"I think because she just bashed some guys head in with the same weapon that killed your friends," Dwight sneers.
"Didn't i tell you to shut the hell up? You ain't a part of this!" Daryl shouts. He turns to Rick. "She ain't switchin sides."
Rick nods. "I'm not saying she is, Daryl. But we need to be careful. The less she knows the better it is for her. She has to work with them, it'll be much easier if she doesn't have to keep stuff from them."
Daryl frowns. "Alright, but i don't like it."
Kirsty steps out of the shower. She'd been under there for a good twenty minutes but she could still smell Negan on herself. Kirsty guessed it was probably in her head, guilt from sleeping with the enemy. What the hell were you thinking? She scolds herself.
"Kirsty?" Daryl shouts from the bottom of the stairs. She steps out on the landing in just her towel. Daryl's eyes widen briefly before he looks away, his cheeks going red. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know you were in the shower." Kirsty clicks her fingers and he nervously looks up at her, trying his best not to let his eyes drop from her face.
What's up? She mouths.
"Nothin," he shakes his head, glancing down at his feet. "Just seein if you were hungry, brought some food over," Daryl nods towards the kitchen. "Aaron made too much."
I'll be down in five, she mouths.
They sit side by side near the kitchen counter, Kirsty wolfing her food down.
Daryl smiles. "Looks like you worked up an appetite."
Kirsty looks up from her plate, briefly horrified by how accurate his words are. She nods with a smile. Yeah, i'm starving.
"How's it goin out there?"
Kirsty shrugs. Same, they had me on watch.
Daryl looks at her thoughtfully as she eats her food. He wants more than anything to ask her about Joe, but knows there would be no logical explanation for how he knows about it. "You know you can tell me anythin, right?"
Kirsty turns to him. What's brought that on?
"Nothin, it's just.. i don't see much of you lately, that's all. I care about you," he says shyly, his hair falling over his face. "Don't want you thinkin you're on your own. I'm always here."
Kirsty puts her hand on his arm. Thanks, she smiles sweetly.
As she lies in bed in the early hours all she can see is Joe's face as she raises Lucille. She tosses and turns as she tries to get to sleep. Kirsty thinks of Negan instead. She doesn't want to but it's better than thinking about Joe. Though it had been over in less than fifteen minutes it had definitely been memorable. It can't happen again, it won't! She assures herself before finally drifting off to sleep.