Fiona and Negan were sitting together, sharing a snack of pretzels and candy bars. He had stocked the tree house the day before with a bunch of goodies and bottles of water, figuring they would need sustenance to keep up their stamina. She had squealed
when she saw the Twix, explaining how it was her all time favorite and she hadn't had the pleasure of one in over a year. When he asked for a taste, she stingily refused and he loved watching her delight as she ate it slowly, savoring each bite.
"You really are a junk foodie," he said in awe. "Were you always this thin?"
She smiled guiltily. "Maybe."
"One of those metabolisms most women would kill for, huh?"
"Pretty much."
He shook his head in half admiration, half disbelief and smiled at her, an ear to ear dimpled smile which lit up his entire face in a way she had never seen it before. Her heart fluttered wildly and when she saw that smile, she couldn't resist. She broke
off a piece of the Twix and leaned over, placing it in his mouth.
"What was that for?" he asked in surprise.
"No reason."
He leaned back over and kissed her deeply. They both tasted of chocolate. "Sex and candy," he murmured against her lips. "Doesn't get much better than this." His kisses grew harder and he tried to pull her onto his lap but she scooted out of his
reach. She leaned up against the wall and readjusted the blanket across her chest. He lifted his hands in a "what gives?" gesture.
"Not yet," she said in between another mouthful of chocolate. "I'm taking a break."
"Your break ends when I say it ends, gorgeous." He advanced towards her with a predatory look in his dark eyes. He playfully tackled her down onto her back and began tickling her neck with kisses.
She laughed hysterically as she attempted to fend him off. "Stop! Please! I shared my chocolate with you!"
"The fuck does that have to do with anything?"
She couldn't answer because his fingers began torturing her armpits, then her sides and finally the sensitive spots behind her knees. He quickly learned every spot of weakness on her body and soon she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
He gave her a quick respite to catch her breath. "So you're pretty ticklish.."
"Ya think?"
His fingers grasped her sides again at the ready. "Don't make me start up again, smartass."
Still laying beneath him, Fiona popped another piece of chocolate in his mouth.
"Trying to bribe me, now, are we?"
"Perhaps."
"Okay." He sighed dramatically as he rolled off of her and sat up against the wall next to her. "It's working." He held out his hand for another piece.
"Didn't you just eat a whole Snickers?"
"I did. But I'm three times your size and still hungry."
Fiona was on her last bar. She broke him off a quarter of it. "No more. The rest is mine."
They chewed in silence savoring the last of the treats. Fiona stood up, secured the blanket around her and went over to the table to grab another bottle of water. She drank greedily. Then she settled on the rocking chair, tucking her legs under her to
the side. She rested her head against the back of the seat and looked out the big picture window. "This place really is incredible. I would have loved a retreat like this. Just to come sit out here and read."
Negan watched her, smiling at her reverie. She was a vision, sitting there gazing out the window as the sun's rays reflected off her hair and the smooth skin of her shoulder which had escaped the blanket. She was so beautiful. A part of him wished
she wasn't so sweet and good natured as well because then he wouldn't be falling for her as hard and fast as he unfortunately was.
"So you're a bookworm, too?" he asked, enjoying learning all these little tidbits about her.
Fiona turned her head from the window and smiled lazily over at him. "Bookworm isn't strong enough a word."
"Favorite book?"
"Don't have one. That's like asking me to choose a favorite song or movie. It's not possible."
He smiled because he felt the same way. And on the rare occasion he did give an answer to that question, it usually depended on what mood he was in. He stretched his long legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles and readjusted the blanket
over his waist. Taking a long a swig of his water, he continued to eye her keenly. "Tell me something. Anything."
"Like what?"
"I don't know." He shrugged as he thought. "The...craziest thing you've ever done."
"Honestly?" She waved her hand around the treehouse and then pointed between the two of them. "This. Us."
"Seriously!?"
She shrugged nonchalantly. "I used to lead a very boring life pre -apocalypse."
"I believe you. My shock was more over the fact you called this crazy."
"Well... It is." She self -consciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "At least for me."
"And why is that?"
"Because... I came here for the sole purpose to have sex with you... Because... I'm lying to the people I love every time I'm with you... Because you are supposedly the most hated and feared villain around these parts and I'm shacking up with you..."
"You're a renegade."
"Pretty much." She digested his words, realizing he was right. "So yes, this is the craziest thing I've ever done, believe it or not."
"Any regrets?"
She stared at him, at that handsome face, those deep brown eyes which were looking back at her like she was the only woman in the world and her heart fluttered against her rib cage. Shaking her head, she said quietly but with the utmost confidence. "No.
No regrets."
Negan realized he had been holding his breath while he awaited her answer, a part of him afraid of what she might say. But then he smiled in relief, a shy, little boy smile, causing his dimples to reappear. "We didn't come here JUST to have sex. Although
that was the main objective."
"Oh really? Then what else was this outing for?"
"To eat some candy and...get to know each other," he teased.
"Sounds like a blind date."
"Ever been on one?"
"Too many. And each one more painful than the last."
"Care to share any of the gory details?"
Fiona stood up, holding tight to her blanket and walked back over to him. "I wouldn't want to waste what precious time I have left with you." She stifled a yawn and lay down with her head in his lap. "Tell me something about you, now."
"Nothing to tell. You know more than most already."
"What did you do before the apocalypse?"
"I was a high school English teacher. And coached the football team."
"Wow. Okay, so that explains your love of books. But football, too? Those are like polar opposites. Usually the jocks are not intellectuals and vice versa."
"I broke the mold."
"I believe it."
"What kind of teacher were you?"
"A real hard ass."
Fiona laughed then yawned again. "I believe that too."
Negan brushed a hand down her hair. "Why don't you close your eyes for a few minutes? I'll give you a short power nap before I ravish you again."
"How thoughtful." Another yawn. "I think that's a good idea, though." Fiona hadn't realized how tired she was until she had lay down. She hadn't slept much last night, worrying about all the things that could have gone wrong today, and then added to that
the physical exertion of the past hour, it was all finally catching up to her.
She closed her eyes and Negan watched her fall asleep. It didn't take very long. Then he shifted her gently off his lap so as not to wake her, lay a pillow under her head and settled down beside her, draping an arm across her hip.
He decided he would close his eyes, too.
Just for five minutes.
Fiona stirred and woke up in Negan's arms. He was holding her close, his chest against her back, and she could feel every beat of his heart, strong and steady.
The sunlight through the window had moved, leaving part of the treehouse in shadow now. They had slept a lot longer than they had planned to. Thank God it was still light out because she knew Daryl would have a coronary if she didn't return on time.
She detangled herself carefully so as not to wake him and tiptoed across the room to step outside. The temperature was dropping as the sun started to set behind the trees. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her body and surveyed the surrounding woods
for any signs of danger but all was quiet.
She heard the door open and Negan walked out with a blanket wrapped low around his hips. His hair was sticking up messily in all directions and he even made rumpled and sleepy look so incredibly sexy. The naughty side of her was hoping for one last quickie
before they left and she felt that familiar lurch in her belly at the thought. After all, how could she resist him looking like that?
He vigorously rubbed a hand over his face to rouse himself. "How long was I asleep?"
"Don't know. I just woke up myself."
"So much for a short power nap," he muttered, cursing under his breath. "It's almost time to go."
"I don't want to." The words rushed out before she could stop them and she bit her tongue. She didn't want him to think she was needy or clingy. She didn't want to be that girl and scare him away. She wasn't supposed to show him she cared.
She was tough.
Here for the sex only and nothing more.
"Neither do I," he murmured pulling her against him, and she froze, shocked by his confession.
Negan stood holding her like that, her back against his chest and his arms wrapped snugly around her. He closed his eyes and imagined they were on a balcony overlooking the turquoise ocean in a tropical paradise. He could almost feel the warm salty breeze
caressing their skin. And he felt a sad, bittersweet longing deep down in his heart. It ached so much it almost brought him to tears because he knew it was something that could and would never be. Now he finally understood why Fiona hated the "imagine"
game. He promised himself he would never make her play it again.
He opened his eyes to return to real life. He was still standing on a balcony and still had Fiona in his arms so that was something to be thankful for, at least. He slipped his hand inside her blanket and ran it over her breast then slid it down
between her legs. He began rubbing her but was surprised to find she was already wet and ready for him.
"Once more," he said huskily. "I need you one more time."
Fiona turned to take his hand and lead him inside but he stopped her, pulling her back against him the way she had just been standing. He tugged the blanket off of her, letting it drop to the floor. She shivered, goose bumps decorating her flesh, as soon
as the chilly air hit her bare skin.
"Right here, gorgeous. I'll keep you warm. Now bend over."
She did as he asked-she would do anything he asked, she realized desperately -and leaned over the balcony, her fingers curling around the railing for support. His body was hot and hard and with one palm splayed across her belly and the other holding
her hip, he thrust into her from behind. She cried out as her body took him deep. He pulled out, teased his tip at her entrance, groaning in pleasure, then thrust back in again.
He was hitting her perfect spot and she couldn't help but moan with each thrust.
"Ever been fucked this way?" he asked, his breath warm on her ear. He nipped it with his lips, then moved down to her neck, his tongue teasing the sore spot where he had left his mark on her earlier.
Fiona could barely speak so she just shook her head in answer to his question, then moaned again as her body not only took each hit like a champ, but also enjoyed it.
"You like it?"
"Very much," she panted breathlessly, before another moan escaped her mouth, louder than the last one.
"Come on then, gorgeous, scream for me." He grabbed both her hips tightly and increased the pace, thrusting so hard Fiona couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Ohhh...God...oh Yes!" The feel of his hard thick cock slamming into her was heaven. She was so wet for him that her juices were dripping down her thighs. Her body was wound so tightly on the verge of one of those earth shattering orgasms he had bragged
about the first night she met him. Problem was, she didn't think she would survive this one, let alone be able to stand up or walk on her own afterwards. "Negan!" She screamed his name, whether imploring him to stop or go faster, her muddled
brain had no clue. She just needed release and when it finally came, it was so intense she saw stars. "Oh GOD...NEGAN!" Her whole body shattered there in his arms, broken into a thousand pieces as she trembled uncontrollably.
The sound of her screaming his name brought him to such a powerful climax that he cried out loudly as well, holding her tightly against him as he emptied himself into her. He cursed, a whole long string of colorful expletives, his breathing ragged. After
what felt like an eternity and quite possibly his longest orgasm to date, his body finally slackened and he slowly pulled out of her, his muscles weak and spent.
Fiona turned in his arms, feeling completely weightless and glad he still had his arms around her. She looked up at him and smiled coyly when she saw the expression on his face.
Negan couldn't speak.
No words would even do justice to the whirlwind of emotions racing through his mind and body at that moment. He embraced her tightly, resting his chin on her head as he ran a hand through her hair. When his breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace,
he whispered the one question he had been asking himself for the better part of three weeks.
"What have you done to me, gorgeous?"
