Negan drags his lip down her neck, his teeth grazing her collar bone as he runs a hand down her waist. She moans beneath him, running her hands through his hair.
"That's it, baby," Negan groans, his body slick with sweat as he rolls his hips against hers.
"Negan," she moans, her sky, blue eyes piercing into his. And as he gazes down at her, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple, he knows he's done for. He's fallen so hard, he's not sure he could breathe without her, let alone be away from her again.
"Oh, Eve," he whimpers, his lips smacking against hers as he makes love to her, their bodies entwined as they writhe against one another. God, he needs her, his hand splayed beneath the small of her back as he pushes her closer to him, grinding against her needily.
She arches her back, Negan nipping at her throat as she exposes her neck to him, her thighs tightening against his waist.
"Eve," he groans, brushing his nose against hers.
Eve's eyes flicker open, morning light filling the room. She frowns as the bed rocks beneath her, and she turns her head towards Negan, her eyes wide.
His body is flush against hers, or as flush as it can get with a duvet in the way. It takes her a few seconds to realise what he's doing as she watches his hips move rhythmically against her ass.
Eve jumps out of bed, falling on the ground and knocking the lamp off the bedside table.
Negan wakes with a start, throwing back the covers. "Eve?"
Eve stares at his boxers before racing towards her room, and diving under the bed.
Negan furrows his brows, then he glances down at the tent in his boxers. "Shit!" He walks over to her room, adjusting his hard-on in the process. "Eve, are you okay? What's wrong?" He's met with silence. "Is it my.. you know, morning wood? Because there's not much i can do about that, sweetie, everyone gets wood in the morning."
"Go away."
Negan crouches down beside the bed. "Eve, i'm sorry. But like i said, there's not much i can do about it."
"You were rubbing yourself on me," she mumbles into her arm.
Negan stares at the top of her head, his mouth agape as his dream suddenly comes back to him. "Shit. I'm.. i'm so sorry, Eve," he stutters, his cheeks almost burning. "I don't know what to fucking say, other than i would never do that on purpose. I was sleeping, i swear."
She shuffles further under the bed, her head buried in the crook of her arm.
"Eve, don't ignore me. I'm fucking sorry, okay? It's not like i did it intentionally, it's just.. i'm a guy, and sometimes this kinda shit happens."
Eve lifts her head a little. "What were you dreaming about?"
Negan stares at her, unsure of how to answer. "I.. i'm not sure."
"You're lying," she says.
"Alright, we were.. together." And when he sees the look of disappointment on her face, it cuts him real deep. "I was being real gentle," Negan assures her. "It's not like i was taking you from behind and screwing you like there was no tomorrow. It was.. passionate, and sweaty, and really fucking good." Negan bites on his lip. Eve stares at him, her brows furrowed. "Too much information?" Negan raises an eyebrow. "Sorry, i have a habit of doing that."
"Is that what you want from me?" She questions.
"Well.. it's not the only fucking thing i want. I mean, i'm not gonna fucking lie, it's up there of course, but, you're more to me than that. I just.." Negan runs a hand through his hair. "I fucking like you, and i like you being here, and i don't wanna do anything to fuck that up. I don't want me dry fucking humping you in my sleep to ruin everything. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, us sleeping in the same bed?"
Eve holds out her hand, and Negan takes it as she shuffles out from under the bed. "I don't know. Like you said, you didn't do it on purpose. And i slept real good last night, i felt safer. It's just.. i'm not ready for anything like that. So if that's what you want, then i'm just gonna disappoint you," she says, dropping her head.
"Hey." Negan places his fingers beneath her chin. "Don't say shit like that. You couldn't disappoint me if you fucking tried." Eve wraps her arms around his shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck. Negan wraps his arms around her, his face pained as he struggles with his inner conflict. The devil on his shoulder urges him to make a move, to tangle his fingers in her hair and pull her head back, to take her right here and fuck her like there's no tomorrow. But the angel on his other shoulder just shakes his head, urging him to tell her the truth, that anything they build with one another right now is meaningless. She will find out, and everything they have will be destroyed. Maybe if he's honest now, it'll hurt less than leaving it till later?
Negan settles at stroking Eve's hair, breathing in her scent, and as she nuzzles his neck, his erection comes back with a vengeance.
"Son of a bitch!" Negan growls as he tugs at another relentless weed.
He liked being out here, it gave him much needed time to think, time to think about Eve, and whether he should tell her the truth. No matter how long and hard he thought about it though, it always went the same way. He'd convince himself he was going to tell her, that it was the right thing to do, but as soon as walked back through that door, and he saw her gazing at him as if he were some kind of idol, the right thing to do went out of the window. He couldn't bear to see her look at him as if he were the enemy, as if it were him that had hurt her for all those months.
Negan jumps as he feels a hand against his shoulder.
Eve takes a step back, her eyes suddenly wide as if she'd poked a tiger in it's cage. For a moment, his eyes had darkened, and he very much appeared as if he were ready to pounce.
"Sorry," she barely whispers.
"Don't be." Negan smiles, staring at her in surprise. "I just wasn't expecting company."
Eve glances around the garden nervously. "I.. i got lonely, and you always look so happy out here."
Negan looks down at her bare feet, raising an eyebrow. "You should really put some shoes on."
"I'm okay."
"You'll get dirty."
Eve shrugs. "I'll shower later." She kneels down beside him, and Negan doesn't fail to notice her dress hiking up a little, a low sound emitting from his throat as he bites on his lip. "Negan? Are you okay?"
Negan lifts his gaze. "Yeah, i uh, had something in my throat," he says, coughing into the back of his hand.
"Oh. So what are you doing?"
"Trying to get rid of these stubborn bastards." He gestures towards the weeds.
"Can i help?"
He nods. "Sure. You'll need some gloves though, there's another pair in that bucket."
They kneel side by side, weeding the plants for close to an hour, Eve listening to Negan intently as he rambles on about gardening.
Once the weeding is done, Eve rises to her feet, her knees covered in dirt and her shoulder blades aching.
"I need to shower, will you watch me?" She asks.
"Sure." Negan smiles as he takes off his gloves, thinking he'd like nothing better than to watch her shower.
He'd watched her shower, or rather he'd stood watch, the same thoughts running through his mind as he'd listened to the water hit her hot, wet skin.
He'd been as polite as ever, ensuring he didn't so much as avert his gaze from the door. But now, as he stands under the shower, Eve getting dressed in her room, he can't get her out of his mind.
What he would give to have her right here with him under the shower. To run his hands over her body, to drag his lips over her collar bone. His cock throbs at the thought of her, and as he imagines his teeth grazing her breasts, he lowers his hand, slowly running his fingers down his length. With one hand pressed against the wall of the shower, and the other wrapped around his cock, he thinks of Eve. What he would do to her. Those pretty, little lips of hers, how sweet they would taste, and then his mind goes further south of there, imagining how sweet her pussy would taste. He bucks his hips against his hand, his face almost pained with how bad he wants her, his body shivering and aching for her.
He'd wanted her earlier in the garden. He could've quite easily laid her down in the mud, spread those little thighs of hers, and devoured her till she cried out his name.
"Oh, fuck!" Negan groans, his cock convulsing as he shoots his load over the door of the shower, his hand coming slowly to a stop as he strokes himself through his orgasm.
Immediately after his release, the guilt comes, as it always does. What right does he have to think of her like that? After everything he's done.
Negan takes down the shower head, washing away his load from the door, his jaw clenched tightly.
A towel wrapped around his waist, he steps through his bedroom door, surprised to see Eve sitting at the foot of his bed.
She stares at him, her eyes wide as she looks him over, lingering a little too long over his chest hair, before she looks away, her cheeks going red.
"Sorry," she says, playing nervously with her hands.
"It's okay, i don't mind." Negan smirks. "I just.. wasn't expecting you to be in here."
"Oh," she whispers, a look of disappointment crossing her face.
"You're welcome in here, if that's what the face is about?" Negan assures her.
Eve smiles, getting up off the bed. "Are you hungry?" She asks.
"I'm fucking starving."
"Good, i'll go make something while you get dressed."
Negan watches as she heads through the door, and he doesn't fail to notice how Eve glances at his towel covered portion as she walks by.
They sit on the sofa, each with a book in their hands, though Negan pays much more attention to Eve than the contents of his book. She inches closer to him, her shoulder brushing against his, sending a shiver down his spine and straight to his cock.
"Is that no good?" She asks, startling him a little.
"I'm sorry?"
"Your book. You're not reading it, is it no good?"
"Oh." Negan tosses his book onto the coffee table. "Nope, it's pretty shit. How about yours?"
Eve shrugs. "It's okay." She tosses her book with Negan's, and rests her head against his shoulder. "I like it here."
Negan slowly wraps an arm around Eve, giving her arm a quick squeeze. "Me too, sweetheart."
"And i like you." Eve smiles, gazing up at him.
"You do?"
Eve nods, smiling sweetly. "I know it can't be easy, living with me, and i'm grateful."
"Well, you don't have to be grateful. I like having you here." Negan swallows deeply as she rests a hand against his shoulder, pushing herself up on her knees, her face mere inches from his. Her eyes suddenly look as deep as the ocean, and as she glances down at his lips, he struggles to swallow once again. Her hand brushes towards his neck, and it takes everything he has not to throw her down on the sofa, and have his way with her. His heart pounds as she leans in, her lips pressing lightly against his. Negan places his hands against her shoulders, pushing her gently back. "Eve, i'm sorry, i can't."
Eve pulls back, the hurt in her expression so painfully obvious. "Oh, i thought.." Eve shakes her head. "I'm sorry."
"It's not that i don't want to."
"It's okay, you don't have to say that."
"No, Eve. I fucking mean it," Negan assures her.
"Don't lie to me, Negan."
"I'm not fuckin lying."
"If you don't want me it's fine!" She snaps, crossing her arms childishly.
"Eve, don't be so fucking ridiculous. You know i fucking want you."
"Then why can't you even kiss me?"
"Because.." Negan shakes his head. "Now's not the time."
Eve jumps up from the sofa. "Whatever, just stop lying to me," she mumbles as she makes her way across the room.
"They were my men," Negan blurts out.
Eve stops near the doorway, turning to him. "Who was?"
"I.." His face suddenly feels hot, and his throat goes dry. "I was the leader of the Saviors."
Eve stares at him, not quite understanding what he's saying. "Wait.. you.." Eve's blood suddenly turns cold. She shakes her head. "No."
Negan gets up from the sofa. "Eve, i'm sorry. I had no fucking i.. idea," he stutters, the words getting caught in his throat as his lip begins to tremble.
"Stay away," she whispers, staring at him as if he were a stranger.
"Eve, please-"
"Get away from me!" She screams. Eve races towards the back door, pulling the bolt as if her life depends on it.
"Eve," Negan runs after her as she leaves in the dark of night.