Halloween (The Walking Dead) - Chapter 14

Nicole let a piece of candy corn drop from her mouth to Negan's as his hands snaked up her bare hips.

He caught it and smiled before eagerly accepting a smoldering kiss that left both of them sighing.

"Mmm..." Nicole moaned as he teased her from below with his erection. "Do you think they caught him?" She closed her eyes as Negan ignored her question and pulled her toward him to kiss her neck. "Negan..."

He leaned his head back against the pillows and stared up at her. "I'm sure they're looking for him if they haven't." Negan's fingers danced along her upper arm and toyed with the last piece of clothing she had on. "Take this off." He pulled her back to him.

"You said you were a good listener," Nicole reminded him, glancing over her shoulder at the fire he'd set.

Negan let out a sigh but immediately smiled and rested one hand behind his head while keeping the other secured on her hip. "Okay."

"I don't think it's a coincidence that we kept seeing that car... and the man."

"I hate to say it like this," Negan said. "But I've made some enemies in town." He gave a chuckle. "I mean people either love me or they fuckin' hate me there's really no in between. You think the Grimes kid picked my house randomly to hit last night? Someone's fucking with me and I'm sorry you have to be affected by it."

Nicole looked him in the eye and saw he had convinced himself of that. "You really think that's what this is?"

He tipped his mouth up in half-smile. "Yeah." Negan touched her cheek with the back of his fingers and then more forcefully guided her by the back of the neck toward him so their lips connected again.

Nicole breathed into his mouth and smiled against him. "Who could hate you?" She whispered.

"You'd be surprised." Negan laughed and then escalated their kiss and upped their intimacy to the next level when he connected himself to her.

Nicole bit down on her bottom lip and lowered herself down onto him completely and ditched the bra he has asked her to take off.

Negan's hand cupped her breast and he brought his mouth to the center of it. "You're fuckin' amazing," he muffled against her chest as she began to ride him.

A knock at the front door, again, made both of them stop what they were doing.

"The lights are all fuckin' off," Negan whispered. "Kids shouldn't be out here looking for candy."

"Haddonfield Police," a voice came from the other side of the door as another knock proceeded.

"You have to be fuckin' kidding me." He said quietly. Negan leaned his head back again and closed his eyes.

Nicole got off of him and moved over to the side of him on the couch. Negan reached for his sweatpants from the floor and threw them on before finding the nearest blanket and handing it to Nicole.

He lazily strolled to the door and threw it open, coming face-to-face with Shane Walsh.

"Are you Negan?" He asked.

"That would be me. What now?"

Shame creased his brow. "I'm responding to a disturbance."

"Disturbance?"

"Yeah we got a call," he went on. "Car out front... someone streaking in the yard..."

Negan chuckled. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You didn't make a phone call about a half hour ago?"

"No." He shook his head. "But I'm sorry I missed the streaker."

"We don't appreciate prank phone calls."

Negan didn't want to drag out the conversation any longer than he had to and he certainly didn't want to be led out of the house in handcuffs for being too mouthy. "Look I'm forty-five years old... I've got an incredibly hot woman waiting by a fire in here and I turned my fuckin' lights off for a reason. Do you think I have time to make a prank phone call?"

Shane put his hands on his hips and sighed. "I hate Halloween."

"Look if you want to hang around I'm sure there'll be little pricks looking to egg the house a little later. Just do it from the street and don't come back knocking unless there's some dire emergency... and thank you for checking up Officer Walsh." Negan grinned wide with a nod.

"Good night," Shane grumbled as he turned to go.

Negan slowly closed the door and then glanced over at Nicole. "Apparently we missed a fuckin' streaker."

She laughed as he hurried to rejoin join her on the couch, pinning her beneath him under the blanket.

"Too bad." Nicole continued grinning and wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders.

Negan settled himself between her legs and kissed her again but Nicole turned her head to the side so she could hear.

"What?" Negan asked, nuzzling his face in her neck.

"Listen." Nicole swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "A tapping sound... do you hear it?"

Negan pushed himself onto his hands and looked over his shoulder. With a groan he rose back to his feet and angrily crossed through the living room toward the kitchen.

Nicole sat breathing heavily in anticipation for whatever was responsible for the noise. She heard the French doors that led out back open and close and the tapping stopped. A moment later Negan reentered the room.

"Rake," he explained. "I left it out... was tapping against the glass."

Before Nicole could breath a sigh of relief her eyes lit up and her mouth dropped open.

"Negan look out!" She pointed as Michael Myers rounded into the room behind him.

He turned and reactively threw a punch though Michael caught his hand and squeezed his fist until Negan cried out in pain as the bones cracked beneath the force.

With his other hand he grabbed Negan by the throat and slammed him hard up against the wall so he was off his feet.

"Go!" He choked out. "Nicole run!"