Disclaimer: AMC owns the story and characters of The Walking Dead, my OCs are mine, all else is for fun.
Author's note: there's smut. :)
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Tory felt the warmth of the sun on her skin and opened her eyes slowly to a perfectly clear sky. Blue so intense it seemed azure was the first thing her eyes caught. She hadn't seen such an intensely azure color since before the dead started to rise.
Tory found herself in the backyard of her grandparents' house in San Diego. The smell of the freshly mowed grass and the flowers, the sound of the neighbors' sprinkles and a dog barking in the distance felt unbelievably real.
Her heart tugged painfully as she laid over the grass, letting the sun toast her a bit longer.
"It's nice right?"
Tory turned abruptly to Henry, who was sitting beside her andhugging his knees.
The young woman swallowed hard.
"I guess." She ventured quietly, watching her former lover.
Looking at him hurt and felt heavenly at the same time. Henry was forever stuck in the perfection of his interrupted twenty-one years of age, younger now than she was. Tears prickled at her eyes as Tory sighed.
"Why are you here, Henry?"
"I'm checking on you, kitten." He answered without looking at her.
Henry could be dead all he wanted, but he was lying. When he tightened his arms around his knees, Tory knew he was definitely lying.
"Really?"
Henry chuckled, no humor tinted his laugh.
"Someone has to make sure you don't slip."
"Henry, I've been slipping for years, it's a bit late, don't ya' think?" Tory asked cynically. "Why are you here?"
"I can't tell you if I want to come back, Kitten." Henry pleaded, his voice fading slowly as he spoke. "Be careful an…"
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Now
The Sanctuary, VA
Muttering.
Lucas woke up to the soft sound of muttering in his ear.
"Need to tell me…"
He blinked in confusion, remembering the warm weight between his arms and hearing the scratchy voice against his neck. Tory was snuggled up with her head under his chin and her right arm firmly placed across his chest. It was a good thing, as Lucas thought that, had he been the big spoon, Tory would have noticed his morning wood.
Damn, he wanted her so much, and he knew she wanted him too.
Whatever they were waiting for, Lucas didn't know, but he could give his girl the time to make her head up.
"You okay, California?" he asked, his voice as raspy as Tory's. He only got her to snuggle closer, leaning on his body with hers.
Fuck.
He needed to get laid, preferably with his roommate.
"California?"
"Mhhm?" Tory 'asked'.
"I know you're awake already." Lucas admonished.
"I was admiring the view." Tory sassed. In that moment, Lucas realized she meant his erection. "I'd love to do wicked stuff, Luc, but I have to be in the kitchen and I want quality time with…you."
"Quality time?" Lucas chuckled, watching as Tory turned her eyes to him, a mischievous glint shone in the grey irises. "California, you're gonna be the death of me."
"Only a little." Tory kissed his cheek gently and sat on the bed. Again, she was wearing one of his t-shirts and some shorts Vera had leant her to sleep in. "I can't really help it if you're so happy to see me."
"You are a dangerous woman, Cali." Lucas told her in a warning tone.
She looked at him over her shoulder and threw him a seductive smirk.
"Maybe so."
"Want coffee?"
"You know I do."
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Negan supervised the preparation after breakfast, faking vigilance as he entered the kitchens, where he found Tanya and Gorgeous in a deep conversation about the desert for after the ceremony.
Gorgeous seemed concentrated and driven as she explained the actual capacity of the kitchens and how much they could really stretch that capacity for a vain celebration.
The leader of the Saviors concluded that his soulmate was a mystery. She wasn't exactly liked amongst his workers or Saviors, with few exceptions.
Tyler didn't like the girl at all, and Negan thought that his man was expecting her to slip so he could take revenge, even when Negan had prohibited all notions of revenge against any Alexandrian.
Victoria Miller was a weird girl. The children of the Sanctuary had taken to follow her in her spare time, and she seemed unbothered when entertaining them with silly jokes or cheap card tricks. Someone had mentioned she made some honey and ginger caramels as a cough remedy and gave them away.
No points needed.
She used her own.
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"She is just that way, Negan." Martha had scolded him when he brought the subject up.
"We don't really know her, angel face." He pouted in the privacy of his room.
Martha shook her head in disbelief.
"Not everyone is trying to murder us. Let alone a girl like Tory." His wife had defended.
Negan frowned. "Since when are you such good friends?"
"Well, she is also working in the infirmary and helps a bit in the gardens. Tim and Danny say she is funny."
Negan smirked at Martha. "And you call me paranoid?"
"You are."
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Mysterious wasn't really cutting it.
The girl was practically secretive. Out of the activities he could monitor, Negan had no idea how his soulmate actually spent her time. She was diligent and had some weird work ethic that she seemingly bent at will when she thought something was unfair. Gorgeous had made fast friends with Gelato-girl and Lucas, to the point of becoming the latter's roommate. And out of that, Negan didn't know the slightest shit about her.
There were absolutely no rumors about him having a soulmate, not even the tiniest problem.
Victoria Miller acted as if she didn't know he existed, and that was a bitter pill to swallow
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Martha found Negan in his room, pouring over a little notebook with apparent desperation.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.
Negan lifted his head and signaled for Martha to close the door behind her. "I'm writing, woman, what does it look like?"
Martha rolled her honey-like eyes at him and sat by his side. "It looks like someone asked you to kill your puppy." Negan threw her a dirty look and proceeded to cross some words in the page. Curiosity won over her and Martha read from over Negan's shoulder.
"Dearly beloved we're gather…" Martha paused and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my! You're not officiating that right?!"
It was the wrong thing to say.
"I was married once, you know." He complained, very much offended.
"Yeah, but how long ago?" Martha inquired with real worry.
"Angel face, I don't wanna be an asshole, but you are ruining the mood." Negan sniffled at her, his voice sounding so uppity she almost laughed on his face.
"Okay, I'll go, but have someone look over that, Negan."
"I can do good myself." He complained as she exited his room.
That wedding was painting to become memorable for one reason or other.
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Tory was sitting outside, enjoying the breeze at the fire escape when she heard some grumbling and heavy steps rattle the steel of the stairs.
"Doesn't fucking work." A deep voice complained.
Negan.
She definitely didn't weigh her options when she spoke.
"What doesn't work?"
"Shit, who the shit?!" he exclaimed, dropping what seemed to be a pen, which Tory lifted and offered to him as Negan regained his composure and cool. "The fuck you're doing here?"
Tory winced at his swearing but shrugged instead of answering as she took a long drink to her bottle of coffee. The only thing keeping her headache at bay.
"I'm taking a break; the kitchen is too hot."
Negan huffed. "Might as well make yourself useful." He pushed the little notepad in her hands and gave her the pen as well.
"What's this?" she asked, widening her already big, grey eyes.
"What does it look like to you?" he snapped.
"Spider scrawl." Tory retorted.
"Well, you're wrong there, Gorgeous. That's a wedding mass."
Delicate eyebrows rose, and her eyes went back to the notebook. "Let's see."
"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here to celebrate the union of two people…No, too stiff." She crossed his writing and wrote in her tidy, loopy style in the margin, drawing an arrow to signal where he was to continue.
"Negan, this is awful." She said, not thinking of him or his feelings. Little shit.
He made to take the notebook away from her, but she kept it out of his reach until she had corrected all the speech. Negan sat beside her, Lucille between his legs, and with a good arms distance between the two.
"I hope it helps. I've only been to the one wedding, but I remember enough." Tory handed the notepad back to him ten minutes later. "Try to give it a special twist if you can. Vera and Chase deserve it."
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Gorgeous stood from her seat, taking her bottled coffee and fanning her slim neck with her free hand. She was wearing a long-sleeved flannel shirt, and even Negan had to accept the heat was still in full swing.
"Why the whole 'fully covered style'?" he asked her.
Negan just knew he had fucked up when her shoulders stiffened and her face fell.
"Is none of your business." She stated coldly.
"You're wrong there, Gorgeous. It is my business." He countered, feeling a sudden irritation rise within him.
She laughed, cold and hard. "It hasn't been your business for twenty-four years, and I won't let you make it your business now."
She was gone before he could answer.
It is my business. It. Is. Negan thought to himself.
Whether she wanted it or not.
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The wedding would be the next morning and Tory was trying to fall asleep.
Somehow, she found herself unable to without Lucas in bed with her. So, Tory took the book Lucas had been reading the previous nights. It wasn't that relaxing, nor was it boring and she ended up falling asleep after all.
"California? Cali, wake up." Lucas shook her softly, and Tory jumped slightly.
"Lucas." She sighed, feeling calmer the moment he caught his eyes with her own. He smiled at her.
"Hey." He laid in the bed, facing her and taking the book back to his night stand. His hair was damp and curlier than she remembered, he hadn't brushed it just yet after his shower.
He kissed her.
Tory loved Lucas kisses, the warm feelings they produced and that spread through her chest as his lips and hers communicated through touch and pleasure. Lucas didn't just peck her lips or kissed her mouth, he made it an art, savoring every moment it lasted, imprinting passion and promises with his lips and tongue as he slid his hand up her waist to her back, bringing Tory closer to him until their chests touched.
"Damn, California…" he breathed.
"I want you." Tory blurted out, before she was conscious or certain about her words. Lucas smiled and pushed Tory on her back, using his free arm as leverage to straddle Tory.
"Are you sure, California? Because I really want you right now." He asked.
Tory knew she wanted him, and she wanted him even more because she could see his arousal tenting the sleeping pants he had put on after his shower.
"Yes, Lucas." She breathed out, feeling her chest explode with warmth and happiness the moment he kissed her again, using his tongue to part her lips and explore hers, dominating her to submission with slow caresses and gentle coaxing. Tory could barely breath, but she would have drowned happily for those kisses.
Lucas didn't keep his hands on her arms, though. His hands slid down her skin, uncaring of the many, many marks on her arms and the recent cuts on her hands. With a little help from Tory, Lucas lifted her t-shirt.
"Oh, fuck, Cali…" he panted, seeing as Tory was wearing underpants and nothing more under her pajamas.
Tory didn't think she still had the ability to blush, but she blushed all the same as Lucas' hands touched and prodded her breasts softly, teasing and pinching as he went.
"Open those pretty lips, California." He commanded and sheobeyed.
Lucas inserted his forefinger and middle finger in her mouth and Tory sucked. A predatory smile took over Lucas and she shivered with anticipation.
Oh, it felt so good. Lucas' touch was hot against her own, warm skin, but her own saliva over one nipple and then the other felt glorious when he breathed over them to make them stiffer.
"Lucas…" Tory pleaded unsure of what she wanted from him, but still calling out his name.
"Shhh. Let me haveyou, California." He admonished gently, before sucking one of her breasts, whiletending the other with his hand.
Tory felt quite useless, receiving his attentions but not able to do much more than touch Lucas's back with one hand and bunch the bed sheets with the other.
"You taste so sweet, California." Lucas made her know. "I'm taking my time with you."
Suddenly as he had kissed and straddled her, Lucas knelt and took Tory's waist so she would sit, still under him. "I need you on me, Tory."
"O-okay." She stuttered.
"Don't be shy. I want you to enjoy this."
"I am."
They smiled, and Tory finally sat on his thighs, straddling Lucas's hot arousal. Lucas's light and experienced fingers went to the waist band of her underwear and Tory moaned lowly.
"You can do better than that, California." He fake-mocked her.
"Thin walls, love." She answered.
True, Lucas thought to himself.
"Off with this." Tory said, taking off hisshirt as he ripped her panties.
Tory wasn't really expecting Lucas' fingers to feel so good, or to have felt so sexually deprived and touch starved. His fingers felt cold as they slid between her slick folds, and she wondered when she had last felt this much pleasure.
They kissed again. Lucas swallowed Tory's squeal of pleasure as his fingers entered her, scissoring and preparing the way, just in case. But, she was alreadyso wet and ready for him. He pushed her back on the bed, gently, letting Tory fall back on the pillows. Lucas couldn't recall the last time he had gotten rid of his clothes so fast -at least not for pleasure-.
"Lucas."
Tory's shy voice broke into his mind and Lucas watched her attentively. She was flushed with pleasure and desire, her pupils blown and her lips slightly parted with her panting.
"I've got a soulmate." She said.
"I know." Lucas said, then: "So? He ain't here, California."
Lucas smiled when she closed her mouth as he lined himself up to enter her.
"But he is!" she said, blushing further as she wiggled under him, trying to get closer. "He's here."
"Feel something for him, do you?" Lucas said, trying to distract her with his touch, making her writhe in delight, earning himself another sweet moan.
Fuck, she was one of those quiet lovers.
"I don't know him." Tory breathed out, a slightly confused look in her face.
"Doesn't matter then. Just you and me here, Tory."
They kissed again, briefly and fierce.
Tory thought she would combust in pleasure when Lucas finally went inside her. The initial penetration stretched her a bit. She wasn't exactly sure how big he was, but Spencer had nothing on Lucas. She giggled at the thought.
"Something funny?" Lucas asked, panting with the effort of holding back.
"No, love. Just fuck me." She bossed him, happiness infecting her voice.
"Your wish…" Lucas pulled out, only to slam back into her, making Tory squirm as she bit her lip, worried that someone would hear.
Every thrust pushed Tory closer and closer to orgasm as she and Lucas moved in unison, finding an almost punishing pace, something she had never done before.
"Cali…oh, California." Lucas kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, and biting her along the way.
Tory circled his shoulders with her arms, looking for leverage as Lucas pushed into her, harder every time. Her lower belly felt like it was on fire as he wound her up with every move.
"I'm close." Lucas panted, but Torycouldn't even speak and just nodded.
She was close too.
Her orgasm was a surprise, Tory felt herself clench hard around Lucas' cock. Tory muffled a low whine of satisfaction as her muscles gripped her lover. Lucas groaned as he pulled out of her, in time to come over her flat stomach, and then fell on top of her. They were a sticky, sweaty mess, but the air in the room felt cool on their skins. Lucas kissed her again and Tory answered his call with enthusiasm, uncaring for her shortness of breath.
He dragged himself to her side.
"It was…" Lucas started.
"Intense?" Tory asked.
Lucas laughed with a breathy, satisfied laugh, but nodded.
They were silent for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their pleasure.
Then Tory made a proposition.
"Round two?"
Lucas couldn't help his smile as his cock twitched.
"Yeah."
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Round two?
Negan felt a little fluttering in his chest. He knew there was no reason for him to feel this way.
Unsatisfied, discontent, needy.
Those feelings weren't his.
Negan intended to find out why Victoria Miller had managed to get under his skin, but in order to do that, it required him to figure out a way to get along with his disinterested soul mate.
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