Negan watched out for biters while Lee gathered up their stuff and picked up Lucille, she was still bloody but Lee knew it wouldn't take long for him to start cleaning her. She was the only person who would refer to Lucille as 'she' and 'her' and he was actually grateful for that in a strange sort of way. Negan followed the Russian up to the house's front door, thankfully Lee found it open and just walked in only to close it again once Negan was inside.
The house was stuffy, but strangely not that dusty, Lee turned to her left and headed into what turned out to be the living room and set their things down on the coffee table save for Lucille who she rested against the beige couch. There were pictures of a bald man on the walls shaking hands with random other people but nothing that looked like friends or family; probably one of those workaholics.
Negan plucked the dozing puppy out of his jacket and pushed him into Yulia's arms then grabbed Lucille.
"You hold him. I'll check the place out."
She nodded. The puppy snuggled into Lee's chest searching out her warmth as the Savior leader wandered off out of sight, the faint sound of a whistle being the only evidence he'd ever been there to begin with.
"Приве́т (hi)."
She tickled the puppy's ears lovingly. He was basically a ball of fuzz with ears and a tail, so fucking cute. Suddenly, from the back of the house, Negan yelled. Lee's head snapped up, her hand void of puppy already on her Ruger.
"Oh shit!" A huge bang came after that.
"You dead?" She called out hoping she wasn't going to have to go in all guns blazing.
"Not yet, котик (pussycat). It'll take more than that!" Negan called back which let Lee relax again. "Fucker just came out of fucking nowhere!"
It all went quiet after that so Lee assumed he'd gone back to clearing the house. The whole time he was gone Lee cuddled the puppy in her arms. He was obviously hungry, there was some jerky in the duffel bag she'd brought in, of course that wasn't the best meal for a puppy – especially one so young – but it was the best she could offer the little thing. The German Shepherd was warm and coated in fuzz, his little front paws rested over her breast as he snuggled into her as though she were his mother.
Lee heard Negan coming back, heavy boots on the old floorboards, she looked up to find him stood there with Lucille tucked under his arm while he spooned peanut butter into his mouth.
She smirked. "Sweet tooth?"
"It's a curse." He shot back before licking the spoon clean almost sinfully. "The pantry is fucking full of untapped jars and cans of food."
"Anything that the dog can eat?" She asked while gesturing to the animal.
"Not a fucking clue, I saw peanut butter and developed fucking tunnel vision." He smirked again, practically a permanent thing for Negan.
"Where is the pantry?" Lee rose to her feet.
"All the way down the hall and take a left."
Yulia did just that and Negan hadn't been lying, the pantry was full of stuff. Some looked scavenged, other bits appeared to have been grown. Then she saw the biter that she'd heard Negan kill a short time earlier laying in the archway to the dining room; it's head caved in. He'd not long turned, that explains why there's no dust, he's been living here, muttered Lee's mind. She turned her attention back to the pantry and searched around the pantry until she found a transparent plastic tub down on the bottom shelf.
"Is that chicken?" She asked the puppy.
Lee picked it up and awkwardly shuffled the dog into one arm so as she could open the plastic pot. It smelt fresh, the dead man really hadn't turned that long ago. She put the lid back on and grabbed a bowl from the kitchen sink that looked pretty clean and went back to Negan in the living room. He wasn't there and nor was Lucille or the jar of peanut butter.
"Negan?" She called out.
"Up here, Yulia." He replied from upstairs, obviously he'd been to check out the rest of the house.
Lee followed him up the stairs once she'd thrown the bags over her shoulder, she felt like a mother carrying her infant and diaper back about. Somehow it was darker upstairs than down, but a faint orange glow caught her attention coming form a room at the end of the hall and headed for it. Inside she found a four-poster bed and Negan in nothing but his black boxer briefs wiping blood from Lucille with a cloth that looked to have come from the bathroom. The orange glow came from an army of candles that Negan had taken it upon himself to light.
"You and Lucille having a romantic moment?" Lee asked as she set her bag down on the Ottoman at the end of the bed and then did the same with the dog. She'd meant her comment as a joke but she saw the way his shoulders tensed so she back peddled. "I'm sorry."
Negan just tossed the cloth down and rose to his feet as he stowed Lucille on his naked shoulder, he looked far less imposing in just his boxer briefs; Lee did like the view though.
"Turns out that dead fucker bordered on some kind of fucking prepper for TEOTWAWKI."
"What?"
"You know, the end of the world as we know it, and all that shit. Who'd have thought those shitheads would be fucking right?"
"Them?" She suggested blankly.
Negan shrugged. "Point taken." He cleared his throat. "Any-fucking-way, There's a shit load of candles so I thought I'd go ahead and light the fucking place up. Get some bloody warmth in here-"
"Night is usually dark, it's just a poorly lit version of day." Negan ignored her.
"-and clean off my dirty girl."
"I thought you liked your girls dirty." Lee teased which got another of those trademark smirks from the older man.
"You sayin' you're my girl?"
Lee didn't respond to that and instead busied herself with getting the puppy something to eat, she opened the plastic pot and shredded the chicken down into tiny pieces. She pushed it under the German Shepherd's nose then grabbed a canteen from one of the duffel bags and poured some water into the bowl she'd brought up with her and set that down for the small creature as well.
"There you go, little boy."
The dog was a little awkward – had every right to be after the day it had gone through – but soon started to eat the chicken and lap at the water. Once the puppy was settled and seemingly happy Lee took off her tailcoat and set it down beside Negan's leather jacket and glove while the man himself lay down on the bed, Lucille right beside the bed and ready to attack if needed.
"Mmm, sexy little striptease."
Negan watched hungrily as Lee took off her clothes until only her underwear remained. She set her guns down on the side table while her knife and the new one she'd taken from the store group went under her pillow. She tickled the puppy's head and made sure he had enough water only to turn towards the bed to see Negan grinning at her.
"Come here." He ordered in a deep tone. God, she loved that voice.
Yulia obeyed and crawled onto the bed towards the Savior leader, she straddled him, her green eyes never left his hazel ones. Negan grapped the back of her head and pulled Lee down into a harsh kiss as was their way, then, without warning, flipped them so as she was pinned to the bed with Negan towering over her. He sat up on his haunches and reached down to the Ottoman at the end of the bed so as he could reach into his a pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a condom. Lee looked surprised at that.
"You keep condoms in your jacket?"
"What? They're always in my wives rooms but when it comes to you it's more I fuck you wherever I can so I though this was a good idea. I'm not in the habit of knocking my fucking wives up." He ripped open the small packet.
"I'm not one of your wives." Negan didn't miss a beat.
"Or my Lieutenants."
He clearly didn't want to talk anymore because as soon as the condom was on Negan was forcing her thighs apart, he slipped her panties down her legs and teased her with his fingers for a few moments but his desperate urge to be inside her had him thrusting into her wet heat soon after. There wasn't to be any real foreplay as was usual with the bearded man, this was fucking, hard and needy.
Lee liked the more primal side of Negan and purred, her hips meeting his in an almost perfect rhythm. Negan was like a walking guilty pleasure, every inch of him was heaven and she couldn't resist throwing herself into his touch. Firm hands on her thighs, skin glistening in the orange candle glow, powerful gasps and moans to the point neither were sure who released them. When Negan touched her the evils of the world fell away until all that remained was pleasure, the stayed in their graves rather than roaming the world in search of flesh, people didn't kill each other over scraps of mouldy food, none of that existed when he touched her. Everyone believed Lee to be a stubborn and brave woman but that was an act, not like Negan's, his act was just an amped up version of his real personality, no, in truth on the inside Lee was a scared little girl who just wanted her brother back. When her mother had killed herself her father, Roman, had been her protector but with him and Illya gone Lee had withdrawn, slipped on her mask. Negan though, Negan actually made her feel safe.
When she reached up to comb her hands through his short black hair Negan grabbed Yulia's wrists and pinned them to the bed, his thrusts grew erratic as he neared his climax. The Russian arched her back into Negan's touch, so close, so near, so desperate. She needed this, wanted this, craved this. With a cry Lee came, a euphoric wave crashed over her and her walls clamped down on the Savior leader.
"Fuck! Yulia!"
Negan came with a harsh grunt, his grip on Lee's wrists almost painful. He collapsed beside her on the bed as the last of the candles started to go out leaving the room in darkness and scented with, sex, sweat and wisps of smoke. The condom was cast away into a nearby trash can and slence rained for a moment. Negan propped an arm behind his head and just gazed up at the black ceiling; his chest rose and feel as deprived lungs sucked in much needed oxygen.
"Not saying my wives are shit at fucking but Christ, fucking you is amazing!"
Negan chuckled to himself but it stopped dead when Lee snuggled into his side, she'd never been a cuddler before and it actually threw him for a moment.
"You're not so bad yourself."
"I'm fucking epic!" A pause. "You're going to have to wear a little black dress for me at some point."
"Still not your wife, we've been through this."
They had yes, and for the life of him Negan couldn't figure the fuck out why she was so against his wives or being one. The bearded man decided it was best to just brush over that for the time being.
"Doesn't stop you wearing the dress for me."
He could imagine it now, the image sat at the front of his mind like a tease. A black a-line dress with flowing skirt that ended at her mid thigh, bardot sleeves all of which detailed with floral lace. Legs utterly naked until they reached her feet adorned in red sued heels with little ankle straps, the perfect bold slash of color. The way her hair would flow around her naked shoulders drawing attention to those impossibly green eyes. Christ, the thought almost had him hard again.
"Maybe for your birthday." She jested, her head rested on his chest.
"Fuck knows when that is-"
"That's why I said it." She interrupted. "None of us know the date or ages anymore."
Negan looked her over for a moment.
"I'd say you're about twenty-three."
She smiled pleased with his answer. "нет (no), I'm older than that. Twenty-five or twenty-six maybe."
"You look younger. I think I'm about fifty-one, shit, maybe even fifty-two." He'd not thought about something as trivial as his age in a long time.
"Old man."
A slap came down hard on her ass, it stung but still had Lee biting her lip.
"Hey! Less of the fucking old." There was a momentary pause where he grinned to himself. "And that would mean you're fucking an old man."
Lee rolled onto her side and forced Negan to all but bloody spoon her, strong arms wrapped around her slender frame.
"Not a surprise, I've always had a thing for older men." He leaned down to press a kiss to her exposed shoulder.
"Really?" He'd heard her mention that during their conversation about her taste in music but he'd though it had been more to do with the fact those men were rock stars. "You got a suppressed Daddy Kink?" A hand raked up her thigh, if she did he'd have been overjoyed.
"Let's put it this way, I've never had sex with a man under the age of forty-five. The first time I had sex it was very illegal."
Negan's smile just grew, eyes glinting in the darkness. Both enjoyed the warmth of another person beside them but neither voiced it.
"That's my naughty little slut. Let me fucking guess, hot for teacher?"
"You'd like that wouldn't you, Coach." She could feel the spark of annoyance that ran through him. "нет (no), the safecracker working for my father. He was good at his job, specialised in lock manipulation and scoping. He kept saying he could get into anything, turned out that included Roman Stravinsky's fifteen year old daughter."
Negan roared with laughter. "Shit girl, what did dear ol' dad do?"
"Nothing. Had he known he would have cut Aleksandr's cock off and fed it to him."
Some would probably assume Lee to have been exaggerating, those people had never met Roman Stravinsky.
"Nice." Remarked Negan. "I may think the story is funny but if that were my fucking fifteen year old little girl, I'd do exactly the fucking same."
"Told you that you and my father would have gotten along."
Negan knew how Lee got when she slipped into thoughts of her father and made quick work to pull her out of that headspace.
"I've been meaning to fucking ask, what sort of shit did you actually steal? You didn't go around kidnapping kids or something did ya?"
"Firstly; нет (no). Secondly: it's procure not steal."
"Whatever."
Lee ignores him and instead answered his question.
"We took whatever our client wanted us to; documents, jewellery, statues, paintings... and on one occasion rubber duck."
Negan furrowed his brow in puzzlement.
"So you're Hudson Hawk."
"I can't sing, hanging upside down to pick a lock, that I can do. Singing? Нет (no)."
"Thought you said it wasn't like all that Oceans eleven shit, hanging upside down to pick a lot is kinda Oceans-y."
"Hmm, George Clooney."
"Seriously woman, what is it with chicks and fucking Clooney?"
"Beside the fact he was a silver fox and really knew how to wear a suit?"
"You've not seen me in a suit." He teased, large hands snaked around Lee to pull her closer so her back was pressed to his chest; warm and comforting.
"Ooh, is that a little black dress for me and a suit for you? Like the prom."
"Shit no." Negan snarled. "I fucking hated those things. Kids thinking it was the greatest party fucking ever, that the could do as the goddamn pleased."
"Alright I thing that's enough out of you, I'm tired as hell. Can we go to sleep now please, Coach Negan?"
"Sure." He couldn't deny that sleep was calling him. "We'll head back at first light with all that shit downstairs. I'm getting fucking déjà vu, like we've done this be-fucking-fore."
In a drowsy tone Lee answered him, eyes closed with Negan's arms around her.
"Less mysteries of the cosmos and more sleeping."
That sarcasm and deadpan comments just didn't end and Negan loved it.
