(Author's notes: Listen to Forever or the End by Skillet. ❤ Just to get in the mood. 😊)

Quinn and Negan, Alexandria

I was wearing only pants and a T-shirt but somehow I didn't care this time. My feelings were more important than my shyness. I heard Negan was following me upstairs. I was too tired to change into pajamas, so I just nestled into bed. When I glanced at Negan he was getting out of his shirt. I felt that way too familiar burning sensation on my face. I quickly turned my back on him. I heard him go to the bathroom and wash himself quickly by the sink. Then I heard him come back and lay in bed next to me. We were lying in the dark for a couple of minutes. Only the slightly visible moonlight came through the window. I couldn't fall asleep. I felt tired, yet I just couldn't sleep. Negan let out a gentle sigh.

"So… eventually I dragged you down with me," he said. "I'm so sorry I did this to you."

I didn't answer him immediately. I took his words to my heart. He clearly meant our entire relationship. We already knew it wasn't going to be easy, right at the beginning. Did it all worth it?

Did it worth it?

Did it worth it? It echoed inside my head.

Of course, it did worth it! I was in love with him. No matter what. Maggie didn't matter, this whole thing didn't matter. Everything came back to me while I was lying on the ground in the forest, listening to the birds. I remembered how much I love him. How much I missed him while I was banished. I was in love with him.

I am in love with Negan.

No one can do anything about this and nothing can stop me. I slowly turned around to face him. He glanced at me, waiting for me to say something. This time he was wearing his pajamas, not to make me embarrassed with the effect he always made on me. He didn't want to tease me, he was a gentleman. He turned his head towards me and our eyes met.

"You didn't do anything," I said quietly. "And I'm not down for this Romeo and Juliet bullshit… we're leaving as soon as we can. And I don't have any regrets," I stated seriously.

He let out another gentle sigh while watching me.

"I couldn't leave… because… I can't live without you," he said quietly with that low, warm tone that I loved so much. "I can't. If that's what it takes, I'd even go with the Romeo and Juliet bullshit. It doesn't matter anymore. I want to stay with you, no matter where. Even if Dixon hadn't stopped me, I'm sure I still would have turned around to come back."

My heart was pounding heavily like it wanted to break out of my chest.

"You promise you won't get scared of your feelings again if I say something?" I asked.

"I promise," he said.

"I can't live without you either," I said. He smiled at me and started caressing my cheek. "I don't want to be separated from you ever again… I'm in love with you, Negan," I said as I grabbed his hand which was caressing my cheek, and squeezed it gently like I never wanted to let go of him ever again. I was just hoping his heart was beating as fast as mine, but I didn't really have time to think about that, because he started slowly leaning in to kiss me. He hesitated for a moment, to see if I want it or not, but then I closed the gap. We finally kissed each other. I felt the wound on his lower lip, I tried to kiss him gently, so I won't cause him pain. It was hard to hold myself back. I slipped my hand on his chest and felt his heart beating crazily like mine, which gave me a little bit more confidence. We got really close to each other. The gentle kisses started to evolve into a long making-out session, but then my feelings and logic stopped me.

"Negan… the wound on your lip's going to open if we continue this," I said quietly, breathing a little bit heavily.

"I don't care, if it doesn't bother you," he said breathing a bit heavily too.

I thought about it for a second. It was really hard to stop.

"Okay," I said and kissed him once again. We continued making out while my hands started wandering around his body. I touched the side of his neck softly, then my hand slipped onto his shoulder, to his chest, then his shoulder again, then his arm. I stopped my hand when I felt the bandage on his arm, and I moved my hand back to his chest. I put my other hand on his healthy cheek. His lip didn't bleed at all, so we didn't stop. He was a gentleman for a while, but then he couldn't keep his hands away from me anymore. He stroked my shoulder, the side of my neck, then slipped his hand down to my collarbone slowly, while his other hand went straight under my T-shirt and touched my belly. His hands were so warm this time. I still felt a bit embarrassed, but instinct got over me. I slipped my hand under his shirt too, touching his belly and chest, then I started pulling up his shirt, indicating he should get rid of it. He got the hint, backed away for a moment and threw it away, then came right back and kissed me. My hands could wander freely again all over his body. After a couple of minutes, he did the same to me, he started pulling up my shirt slowly, so I take it off. And I did. He got rid of his trousers too. We were kissing for a long time, slowly, it was like a dream. It was like we didn't have injuries all over our bodies, but we were gentle and we were avoiding those areas, not to cause pain to each other. Suddenly he proceeded on with his kisses onto my neck while he removed my bra. There was no stopping at that point…

…

It was slow, gentle, soft, and sweet the whole time. It was really just like a dream. When we finished, we cuddled each other and stayed like that. I buried my face in his neck. I loved how he smelled. He turned his face towards me so his cheek was touching my forehead. That's how we fell asleep, naked, tangled into each other.

…

I was sleeping deeply that night, without any nightmares. I felt safe and I felt loved. The previous days' confusion and struggle vanished almost entirely. And I hoped that it will stay like this. I opened my eyes slowly, and I realized I was still in the same position, with my head on Negan's shoulder, and my arm over his body. He was still asleep, breathing gently. I didn't want to move, because I didn't want to wake him up, also it felt so comfortable and I wouldn't want to let go of him. So I closed my eyes back again and stayed like that. After a while though, he woke up too, I felt he was moving and a kiss landed on my forehead. I returned the kiss to his neck as it was the closest part to my lips. Then I moved away a bit and nestled upwards so our faces got on the same level. The sun was already shining brightly outside, so we could see each other perfectly.

"Good morning," he said with a sleepy, slight smile.

"Good morning," I replied. Sleepiness quickly vanished from his eyes.

"Since we shouldn't leave the house, I suggest we stay like this all day," he said in a formal manner, yet his eyes had that impish sparkle.

"Naked?" I asked surprised. Then I saw the sparks were followed by that impish smile of his that always swept me off my feet.

"Hell yeah," he said as he waited for my reaction.

"Negan…" I said scoldingly. He chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Just make sure you don't open the door like last time. Or else, Dixon's gonna get free porn," he said still smiling.

"He only saw my legs last time and you think I would open the door while I'm naked? I wouldn't! Not even to Carol!" I said smiling disbelievingly. He started chuckling. "And I have to make you sad, but I'm hungry, so I'm getting up," I said, waiting for his reaction. He turned towards me.

"Okay, but this time, no hiding," he said. My face went red. He wanted me to dress in front of him, while he was watching. We already showered together and made love twice, I shouldn't be so shy. I let out a sigh and got up. I felt his eyes on my back as I stepped to the wardrobe.

"Nope," said Negan. I stopped and looked at him above my shoulder. "Put this on," he said and threw his white T-shirt at me. I caught it and put it on with my back towards him, then I quickly got a panty out from the drawer and put it on too. "Come on, you don't need that," he said disapprovingly. I glanced at him as I turned to face him and let out a sigh. "I knew I like that shirt," he said smiling. It was made from a thin fabric so it was quite showing the curves. I crossed my arms in front of my boobs.

"Okay, now I tell you what to wear," I stated.

"Bring it on," he said smiling. "But unlike you, I'm perfectly comfortable walking around naked," he said as he started getting out of bed. I quickly grabbed a boxer from the drawer and threw it at him before the blanket could fall off of his bottom parts. He caught it with reflex and stared at me questioningly, then he started chuckling. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed," he said. "You don't wanna see it?" he asked smiling widely.

"Don't be a pervert," I said while covering my eyes. I heard him coming towards me, then he touched my hands gently and pulled them away from my eyes. I looked up at him, he was looking at me with those sparkling brown eyes in such a loving manner. I didn't dare to look down. "You're naked?" I asked looking him straight into the eye.

"You bet," he said now smiling widely. I closed my eyes for a moment, then looked him in the eye once again.

"Negan… you're killing me," I said. He chuckled.

"Now… you're not embarrassed to look me in the eye anymore?" he asked teasingly because I always get shy when we keep eye contact for a longer period, but this time, I didn't dare to look anywhere else. As I was still standing in front of the drawer I grabbed another boxer while keeping eye contact with him and I flung it against his chest.

"Please?" I asked. He was so entertained, but he took the boxer from my hand and put it on, still keeping eye contact, but I looked away embarrassed, staring at the ceiling.

"Just for this once," he said. I glanced back at him and was relieved to see he was wearing the boxer. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

"We're not finished," I said.

"What? You want me to put on more clothes?" he asked disappointed.

I flung a black tank top against his chest.

"Just so you won't get cold. And I love tank tops on men and it goes well with your black boxer," I listed the reasons.

"I'm starting to get it why you were head over heels for Dixon," he said as he put it on. I playfully pushed his chest.

"That was a long time ago, don't talk about it," I said smiling with my red face.

"You liked him showing off his muscles in those sleeveless shirts, didn't you?" he said with that impish smile again.

"Stop," I said smiling. Then the bandage on his arm caught my eye. My smile vanished and I frowned my eyebrows with concern. "We should change bandages on your wounds today."

Negan glanced at his arm.

"It's fine," he said now seriously.

"I don't want it to get infected," I said. "But first, we eat," I stated. He nodded. I was starving. I went downstairs he was following me. I started making breakfast, when he stood behind me and hugged my waist, putting his chin on my shoulder.

"Can I help with something?" he asked, his breath tickling my ear.

"Nope. I'm perfectly capable of making scrambled eggs," I said smiling.

"I know you are," he said and kissed my cheek then he backed away and sat down by the kitchen table, waiting for the food to be ready.

This night and morning were like my dreams coming true. I still felt a bit bad because of Maggie and the bullies, but this night was definitely something that distracted my thoughts from everything else.

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Author's notes: Listen to "Still love you" by Sofia Carson.

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