"Tell me what you want, princess."

Leaning back on her elbows, she gazed down between her thighs and relished in the sight of his face buried against her sensitive flesh, his hot breath against her making her squirm as his strong hands caught her hips in a vice-like grip, preventing her from moving out from under him. Throwing her head back in pleasure as his facial hair grazed her skin while he nipped gently at her inner thigh with his teeth, she desperately tried to push her hips down to meet his mouth.

"You're fucking soaked, princess." He groaned, blowing softly on her clit. Her spine arched up off the bed as she silently begged him to devour her. Her breath quickened at the sound of his dirty words.

"Please…I need…" She cried, her fingertips caressing her soft, pink nipples as he laughed against her inner thigh.

"You need what? Tell me what you fucking need." He demanded as he spread her thighs wider, giving him a full view of her pussy. Gen felt her muscles clench at the sight of him licking his lower lip, desperately aching to know what it would feel like pressed against her clit.

"I need you to put your mouth on me, Negan." She begged, not caring that her cries were bordering on desperation.
"Fuck, all you had to do was ask princess…"

Gens back arched voluntarily as his tongue delicately flicked at her clit, causing an illicit moan to escape from her lips as the bedroom door opened. Wait, what?

Gens eyes flickered open to the sight of him stood in the doorway. He looked like a goddamn dessert, dressed in faded dirty jeans, an oil stained white t-shirt and motorcycle boots, leaning up against the door frame with one foot crossed over the other.

"Fuck princess, you were out for the count. Brought you some coffee." He held up a steaming hot cup, scratching his salt and pepper stubble with his free hand. A late realisation that she was completely naked under the bedsheet made her cheeks blush a soft shade of pink and she couldn't do anything but stare at him. Clearly amused by her sleepy stupor, he grinned and stepped forward to place the coffee cup down on the bedside unit.

"Morning. What time is it?" Gen asked, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. She sat up in bed slowly, assuring that the thin fabric covering her remained tucked around her.

"9.30. Fucking beautiful day out there. Thought you might want to go for that ride before it gets too hot? Tommy headed out with Lucille this morning. Said you didn't sleep too good so didn't wanna wake you. Tossing and turning all fucking night apparently." He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, that glorious shit-eating grin still plastered across his face. "Meet you in the kitchen in 20." With that, he winked at her, turned on his heel and walked away out of sight.

Gen threw herself back on the mattress, bringing her hands to her face as she silently wished the ground would swallow her up. She had no idea how long he'd been stood there attempting to wake her. Her thighs still moist from the previous night's events, she clenched them together and willed the thoughts of him waking her up with more than a cup of coffee away. She had known the man less than twenty-four hours and she couldn't get him off her damn mind. Awake or asleep. Taking a moment to clear her mind, she sat back up in bed and reached for the coffee cup. Bringing it to her lips, she sipped at it and enjoyed the feel of it warming her throat. She would get through this morning without sliding off the saddle of a horse if it killed her. She'd think of Betty White naked if she had to. She was not letting her body or mind betray her heart. Again.

Gen threw on a pair of blue denim jeans and a red chequered sleeveless shirt, tied at the waist. She pulled on her Timberland's and fixed yesterday's dutch braids, pulling at small strands here and there to make it at least look like she was going for the dragged through a hedge backwards look. Throwing back the rest of her coffee, she made her way to the bathroom. The flashback of her splayed out on the toilet cistern flooding back as she brushed her teeth was enough to make her stomach flip. After rinsing out the sink and splashing some cool water on her face, she was as ready as she'd ever be.

Making her way to the kitchen, Gen flooded her mind with thoughts of Tommy. She would ride with Negan in the morning and in the afternoon when her boyfriend got home, she would shower him with affection. She would wrap herself up in him and remember just how good it felt to be loved by him. She would make him take her to his treehouse just like he'd promised and he would fuck these dirty thoughts right out of her head.

"Look at you, country girl. You gonna belt out a classic for me? Lookin' like Carrie fuckin' Underwood over there." He laughed, gesturing for her to follow him.

"And that's a bad thing? Have you seen that woman?" Gen retorted.

"Oh I've fucking seen her, doll." He turned around winking at her as he walked out the front door.

"Careful what you wish for, get a couple of tequila's in me and I can belt out any tune you like. Don't expect me to actually sound like Carrie Underwood though, otherwise you'll be bitterly disappointed." She laughed, grateful for feeling herself ease in his presence. Following him in the direction of the stables she took in her surroundings once more, still stunned by how peaceful it was.

"So, where'd you grow up? You don't like a big city kinda girl, I gotta say. Spent all morning yesterday praying to the fucking lord that you didn't have stick up your ass." Gen laughed loudly at that.

"No, definitely no stick up my ass. Alabama. Its not all that different in Georgia, easy to get used to." Negan opened the large stable doors, greeting all six horses.

"Hey ladies, I got a treat for you today." He spoke so affectionately to the animals that it made the smile on Gen's face grow even wider. A beautiful Palermo mare trotted over to greet her, towering above her small frame and nudging her shoulder with its nose.

"Hey girl, aren't you a pretty thing. What's her name?" Gen asked, running her palm down the mare's nose. She had always loved horses. They were so in tune with human emotions, Gen couldn't help but feel calm around them.

"Gypsy. Well, I guess that's the first question answered. She's yours today, princess. You remember how to saddle up?" Gen nodded, still besotted with the animal nuzzling her shoulder. She took the reins from Negan and attached them swiftly realising that it felt like yesterday since she'd last performed the task. Securing the saddle, she took hold of the reigns and gently tugged them, walking with the horse towards Negan and his steed.

"Put this on. You crack your head and Tommy will fucking kill me." He said, tossing her a black riding helmet. She caught it and rolled her eyes.

"He'd wrap me up in cotton wool twenty-four hours a day if he could get away with it." She scoffed, surprised by her own honesty. It was true, Tommy did have a habit of treating her like a china doll a lot of the time. Gen pulled the helmet on her head, a perfect fit. "Could you?" She asked, holding the chin strap out for him. He moved towards her, his frame seeming taller than it did the day before, her face level with his chest.

"Yeah, my boy has always been a worry wart. Gets it from his mother I'm sure." Negan smiled, lifting his index finger to her chin and tilting her head up for better access. His eyes met hers as he adjusted the chin strap. She had no idea how she'd managed to suppress the chill that ran through her at the slight feel of his touch. "There, perfect fit." His fingers lingered for a little longer than necessary against her skin before he pulled back.

"You need some help getting up there? You're fucking tiny doll, gonna start calling you Thumbelina." Gen rolled her eyes again, secretly loving the comfortable exchanges between the two of them. He offered up his hands to give her a boost and accepted the offer. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she placed one foot in his entwined palms and felt her fingertips slip beneath the neckline of the white t-shirt covering his torso. His skin was warm and soft, just as she thought it would be. She wondered if she was having any effect on him at all as her jean covered ass levelled inches from his face as she threw a leg over the horse, getting herself comfortable in the saddle.

"You good, princess?" She nodded and he mounted his saddleless horse effortlessly. He looked like something out of a movie in that moment. Taking the reigns in one hand, he turned the horse around and Gen followed, digging her heels in gently.

"You prefer bareback?" Gen asked, the heat rising to her cheeks as soon as she realised the innuendo behind her question. She couldn't bare to lift her eyes to meet him, so utterly embarrassed by the question that she chose to keep her eyes straight ahead.

"Fuck, princess. You are a little firecracker. Shoot from the hip and all that. Yeah, crushes my balls when I sit on one of those things." He replied honestly. "So, the answer to your question, yes. And yes." Her head whipped sideways, mouth open slightly as he flashed her that gorgeous smile once again.

"I'm just fuckin' with you, princess. But it really does crush my balls."

For what seemed like hours, they rode side by side through the acres of land surrounding the farmhouse. There had to have been a twenty-year age gap between them at least, but their common interests meant there was plenty to talk about. She felt completely at ease in his company. And there was something about his brutal honesty that she just found refreshing. She asked him about his life, where he'd grown up and where his love for animals had come from. And she had listened to each and every answer like she was studying him.

"You wanna stop for a while? My ass is sweatin' like fuck." Almost every time he opened his mouth, she laughed. And if she wasn't laughing, she was enthralled in what he had to say.

He climbed down from his horse and held out a hand to help her off her own. Lifting her leg out of the stirrup, she swung it round to meet the other. She felt his hands rest on the bare skin between her shirt and jeans as he supported her frame and felt her flesh prickle. It wasn't an overly intimate touch, but her body was betraying her once again as she felt the ache between her thighs return. Stepping her foot out of the other stirrup, she jumped down and landed on the ground beneath her. He stood behind her as she loosened the girdle on the saddle slightly, giving the horse a light relief from it. Gen could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she stroked the horse's mane away from its eyes. She was almost too afraid to turn around, worried that the proximity of their bodies would spark something that she couldn't control. Turning her head slightly to meet his, she looked into his eyes and for a moment, she could have sworn she saw desire. He stood to the side of her and reached in the unclip the chin strap on her helmet. As he lifted it off her head, Gen sighed at the relief. She didn't even want to know what her hair looked like in that moment.

Negan sat himself down in the grass, patting the spot next to him. Resting her legs out in front of her, Gen lulled her head back, closed her eyes and inhaled. There was something about the country air that pacified her.

"Thank you for this, Negan. I really needed it." She opened her eyes to find him looking at her, but she couldn't place the meaning of it. There was something deeper in his gaze.

"Anytime, princess." He lay down flat on the grass with his hands behind his head. Gen desperately tried to ignore the sight of his surprisingly taught stomach as his t-shirt rode up above his bellybutton, a trail of dark hair leading down beneath his jeans. Gen instinctively licked her lower lip at the sight of his bare skin. She lay down next to him, at a safe enough distance that she could trust herself with.

"I'm just gonna say this 'cause I got no fucking filter, doll. Sorry if we kept you up last night. When Tommy said you didn't sleep well, I kind of figured we didn't help shit." Gen froze, the embarrassment of the turn of conversation washing over her as her eyes widened.

"Don't fucking do that. You're not a shy person, I can tell. You're an adult, princess. You know what adults do. And I'm just apologising if we disturbed you." Gens mouth fell open slightly at how open he was in her company.

"I know what adults do, Negan. If only someone could remind Tommy." The words fell out of her mouth so easily, she hadn't the time to filter them. It was so easy to forget who she was talking to. "Fuck, I'm sorry. That was out of line."

"Don't fucking apologise. Its honest. And I fuckin' love honest."

"You know, I expected Tommy's parents to be different." Her head fell to look at him as he raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. "This is better. I spent all fucking week panicking about making a good impression. If you were any more chilled out Negan, you'd be six feet under."

"Ha! Princess, I think you and I are going to get along just fine." Gen sat up, taking a sip of water from her bottle. She picked at the daisies growing in the grass, the makings of a chain wrapping around her hand.

"So, my son not stepping up to his duties?" Negan asked, raising that damn eyebrow again. His tongue pressed up against the back of his teeth, waiting for her response.

"Negan!" She shoved his shoulder playfully, shaking her head in mock disappointment. She set the finished daisy chain atop her head like a crown and lay back down in the grass.

"I'm just sayin', if you need me to teach him about the birds and the fucking bees, all you gotta do is ask."

"Oh my god, I cannot talk about this with you. You're impossible, you know that?" She laughed. She knew deep down that she shouldn't feel so at ease. This wasn't normal. Discussing her sex life, or lack thereof, with her boyfriend's father was not normal. But in that moment, she didn't give a single solitary fuck about being normal.

"Princess, no woman alive should have to relieve themselves in the fucking bathroom while their boyfriend sleep's next door." Gens cheeks turned a shade of crimson as the mortification set in. "Don't worry, doll. Your secrets safe with me. Gonna be hard to take a piss in there without thinking about it though, I won't lie."

"I…sorry…how?" Gen was rendered speechless.

"Jesus Christ, stop fucking apologising. Listen, maybe this is weird for you, I don't know. But I say it how I see it. Always been this way, always fucking will be this way. I won't apologise for it." Gen sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. "Shit, you look fucking adorable doll."

He sat forward, one arm behind him supporting the weight of his body.

"Do I make you uncomfortable, princess?" He asked her, reaching out to fix the daisy chain on her head. She thought about his question for a moment. Did he make her uncomfortable? No. Did the niggling feeling in her chest make her feel uncomfortable? Absolutely.

"No, you don't make me uncomfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable." She shrugged, offering him a soft smile. Negan stood up, holding out his hand to help her up. She took it and once on her feet gulped at her water, her throat now bone-dry.

They rode back to the stables in comfortable silence, neither one of them wanting the morning to end. Coming back to the house to find Tommy and Lucille preparing lunch in the kitchen brought them back down to earth with a bump.

Gen spent her afternoon lazing on the loveseat reading 'Flowers in The Attic' on the porch while Tommy lay his head in her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair thoughtlessly as she enjoyed her favourite book all over again. Occasionally she would glance up and see Negan working outside the barn and her heartbeat would quicken to find he was looking straight back at her. She tried to concentrate, but it was no use. She gazed up again trying to remain inconspicuous as he brought the hem of his t-shirt up to wipe the sweat from his brow. She just wanted to bury her fingertips in his chest hair and press her lips to his skin. And the thought made her feel like shit. Tommy's hand ran the length of her thigh sweetly as she fantasised about his dad fucking the shit out of her over his workbench.

Evening came and there was a small reprieve from the tension Gen was feeling. Every Saturday night, Negan would play poker with his buddies. Lucille, Tommy and Gen enjoyed a dinner of salmon, potatoes and greens over a couple of bottles of wine. During dinner, Gen found herself wondering if Negan had ever been unfaithful to Lucille. She was so fucking sweet, it made Gens teeth hurt. It almost didn't seem real. Nobody could be that happy all the damn time. She asked Gen about her childhood, to which Gen had swiftly changed the subject around to Tommy instead.

An hour or so passed, along with a couple more bottles of wine. Lucille excused herself and took herself off to bed. Gen could tell the alcohol had gone to her head, swaying gently as she stood up. Tommy caught her in his arms as she stumbled slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist securely.

"I was wondering if you'd like to take a shower with me?" Gen asked seductively, reaching up on tip toes to nip at Tommy's earlobe. She cupped his cock through his shorts as pussy silently clenched with need.

"Babe, these walls are like paper. The bathroom's right next to my parent's room. You go shower, be quick and I'll be waiting for you." Gen felt the all too familiar feeling of disappointment before turning on her heel and marching to the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door behind her, she seethed as she felt rejected all over again. They'd never been overly adventurous in the bedroom, but it was enough for Gen for a while. She had wanted to feel loved and he had given her that. But now she wanted to feel wanted.

She took her time showering, letting the hot water wash her cares away. She forced all thoughts out of her mind as she lathered herself up and rinsed. Turning the faucet off, she wrapped a fluffy towel around herself, securing it under her armpit. Combing her wet hair through, she looked in the mirror and wondered if she was really enough for Tommy. And indeed, if he was really enough for her. With every rebuttal, she lost a little confidence in herself. Resigning herself to the fact that she probably wasn't going to get her way tonight, she made her way back to Tommy's room. Opening the door, she found the all too familiar sight of him passed out on top of the covers. She couldn't find it in herself to be surprised.

Reaching out to close the curtains, her eyes were drawn to the truck parked on the drive a couple of dozen feet away from the window. Dressed in black combat trousers, boots and a leather jacket, Negan leant on the hood, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigar to his mouth. She wanted to remember him just like that. She was sure he could see her. And he was just standing there, smoking his cigar and letting his eyes wander over her. Her wet hair hung over one shoulder, exposing her neck and clavicle on the other. She wet her lips with her tongue, wondering what was going through his mind right in that moment. She felt the moisture begin to gather between her legs and fought the urge to pleasure herself right then and there for him to see. Baby steps.

Without dwelling on the thought for too long, Gen reached for the knot in the towel and made a choice. Keeping her eyes fixed on him, she loosened the towel and let it fall at her feet. Her nipples hardened as the cool air hit her skin, the water droplets from her hair dancing their way down across her breast.

Turning slowly, she exposed her bare back to him. Looking over her shoulder, she could see his gaze travel to the curves of her ass and smiled. In that moment, she'd made a decision that would change everything. If Tommy didn't want her, she sure as shit wasn't going to pass up the opportunity for a little harmless teasing. Because that's all it would be, right? Blowing a kiss to him over her shoulder, she sauntered to the bed and out of his sight. Her last thoughts before sleep took her back to the meadow. Her wearing nothing but a damn daisy chain around her head as he fucked her naked, wanting body into the ground.