tw: smut; tw: stalking mentions
If there was a sense of safety within the four walls, it all evaporated the moment Negan's bat collided with the nameless man's head. The sound of his skull cracking continued to ring in her ears well after the event had taken place. Flashes of the blood seeping into Negan's white shirt accompanied with the sound of Negan's maniacal laughter popped in her mind repeatedly. It was obvious he enjoyed killing, and he enjoyed having an audience. Whether it was to scare them or show them what he was capable of - Negan didn't have boundaries.
For anyone in Arielle's position this would scare them; so why was there a speck of attraction?
He killed someone. Murdered them in cold blood, even laughed at it and yet, the way his dimples pooled in his salt and peppered cheeks; the way his eyes reflected a twinkle - Arielle noticed all of it, savored it even. The reasoning voice in the back of her head scolded her for the way she thought about Negan, calling him a ravenous monster who didn't deserve her side glance or lustful thoughts. However that voice was slowly overpowered by one she didn't recognize; one instigating the thoughts and daydreams where his monstrous demeanor was aimed toward her.
"Get it together," she whispered as she placed herself in the bed, throwing the covers over her hot body. The clock on her nightstand read a little after eleven and Arielle knew she needed some rest for the following day; Negan informed her it would be a day filled with activities. She was excited as it would be the first time out of the house besides walking around the large estate. Where they were going, she had no clue but Arielle spent no time thinking about it as her mind was whisked to dream world.
She tossed and turned, groaning as the very moment she drifted off into a deep slumber, Negan's smile appeared behind her eyelids; his darkened gaze looking down upon her as she remembered the way his large hand wrapped effortlessly around her neck; the pressure he put into it. "I'm going to make you scream my name." The words sent a chill down her spine as her eyes snapped open, seeing Negan hovering over her; his hand lightly wrapped around her throat. With his free hand, Negan pulled the blankets from her body, growling at the sight of her exposed legs; her nude nightgown bunched up at her thighs.
"Negan, what are you doing?" Arielle asked, her small hands finding his wrist, trying desperately to tear his hand from her throat.
"Whatever you want, baby." Slowly his free hand crept up her leg, goosebumps following, forming a thin line wherever he touched. Despite her fight against his hold, Arielle let out a soft moan as his fingertips travelled up her dress, tracing lines across the edge of her thin laced underwear. "All you have to say is no if you want me to stop." However she said nothing as his fingers slid underneath the thin fabric, dipping between her folds. A moan of satisfaction vibrated in her throat as Negan's hand made its way from holding her throat, covering her mouth. "Gotta be quiet, sweetheart, Dwight is standing outside the door." His voice was hushed and husky - as if he had just woken up from a long night of sleep; it was intoxicating.
His large finger continued to play against her sensitive skin, occasionally dipping into her to tease the ever living hell out of her. "Please," she begged, moving her hips with his strokes.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he inquired, playing coy as if he was innocent against her begging. "What do you want me to do?" Arielle shivered against his touch, from the hot breath against her earlobe. Her eyes fluttered closed as Negan's fingertips began to play with her throbbing center - movements precise enough to push Arielle toward the end. Hearing her stifled moans only made Negan want to play more - and he did.
Feeling his smug smile against her neck, Arielle reached for him, tangling her fingers in his dark hair. "Oh, feisty momma," the man mumbled under his breath, dipping two digits into her. This made Arielle's moan audible, and it echoed in the white room.
"Please, Negan," the woman begged, her breathing staggered and heavy. "Please." She repeated until she was just about to her release - that was until she heard a faint giggle.
Blue eyes snapped open and Arielle realized it was all a dream.
"Well shit. Looks like someone's having a little too much fun." Arielle's eyes closed, instant irritation filling her veins at his comment; the woman quickly sat up in the bed, covering herself with the blanket. "What were you dreaming about, doll? Fingers crossed for a little freaky deaky." Negan's laughter echoed throughout the room as Arielle moved out of the bed and away from him. "Oh come on, darling, don't be like that - not when we have such a busy day ahead of us."
Arielle eyed him closely, feeling a bit vulnerable in her nude silk sleep garment. "What kind of busy day?" she inquired, pulling on her robe, tying it tightly against her body.
"Can't have a wedding without a little planning, can we?" Rising to his feet, Negan slowly walked over to where Arielle was, his hand cupping the woman's cheek. "Put on something you're going to be comfortable in; you'll be trying on dresses."
"Dresses?"
"Wedding dresses, darling. Don't be acting coy, now." Negan leaned down, placing a light kiss upon her cheek while Arielle stood frozen in place. Feeling his hot breath on her skin caused her legs to weaken, her core throbbed and yearned for it to be touched by his long fingers. "I'll be downstairs - don't keep me waiting." Giving her one last glance, Negan turned on his heel and sauntered his way out of her room, closing the door behind him. Arielle hadn't realized the breath she was holding until she heard the click of the door; she let it go and fell against the wall.
"Something is seriously wrong with you," she told herself, making her way into the bathroom to get ready for what she felt was going to be a long day.
As much as she dreaded being out with Negan and having to try on multiple dresses for a wedding she was being forced to be part of, Arielle enjoyed herself - though she would never admit it and keep up appearances. That was until Arielle slipped into a beautiful embroidered gown, fitted at the waist and flaring out into a relaxed ball gown. As soon as she caught glimpse of herself in the mirror, Arielle's breath was taken from her lungs, her heartbeat accelerated at how beautiful she looked; it was the dress.
Tears began to obscure her vision, causing her to completely miss Negan slipping into the dressing room. Leaning against the door, the man took in the view. Arielle was beautiful to begin with, but seeing her in the gown did something internally - his heart pounded a little harder in his chest as his hands slipped into his pockets. "Damn." Wiping her eyes, Arielle looked up to Negan through the mirror, her face instantly falling. "You look beautiful, darling."
"Thank you," she spoke meekly, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "I think I found the dress," she continued, turning to face him. "The only issue is ... it's over ten thousand."
"Do you really think money would stop me from giving you exactly what you want?" Negan asked, taking a step forward. Arielle didn't answer; she wasn't used to the 'high life'. Before getting caught in a deal with the devil, Arielle wouldn't dream of such a dress knowing she'd never be able to even afford the thought; being pampered and given whatever she asked for was foreign. "Baby doll, I'll get you the dress and whatever accessories you want for it no matter the cost. I just want my bride happy."
Without warning, Arielle lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Negan. This took him by surprise as Arielle had witnessed him murder another in cold blood. Placing his arms around her, Negan rested his chin on her head before placing a light kiss.
Once the purchase was done, totalling almost $20,000 with the alterations, added accessories and shoes, the two walked out of the bridal shop, welcomed by the warm day. Arielle had chosen a yellow sundress with brown wedges, golden jewelry and big brown sunglasses to hide her blue hues while Negan wore a navy button up shirt over a white T and his signature Levi's. Though their car waited for them, Negan decided to show off his woman a little more and directed Arielle down the business district lined with cafes and family owned shops.
Looking around, Arielle noticed the side glances and hustled movements wherever they went; all due to Negan's presence. Everyone knew who he was, and those who didn't were given a brief synopsis by those who did. "You tend to draw attention wherever you go," she pointed out, moving a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Comes with the territory," he answered without missing a beat, stopping at a pet shop. Taking her hand in his, Negan pulled her inside. Immediately her face lit up, forgetting about the fearful glances and hushed whispers.
Arielle made a point to see the puppies, placing her hand against the glass to a beautiful white Pomeranian Spitz. "He is gorgeous," Arielle squealed, requesting to pet the puppy.
"Matches your room, too," Negan added, his attention pulled to his phone. Arielle paid no mind as she moved to hold the dog, the canine immediately offering kisses while the woman hugged it tightly against her chest.
Cooing at the dog, something caught Arielle's eye at the window, a face she had seen multiple times throughout the day. "Do you have other men besides Simon and Dwight following us?" she inquired, getting Negan's attention. Following her gaze, Negan noticed a figure moving quickly away from the window.
"Put the dog back; we gotta go." Arielle followed his instruction and they were out of the shop and into the car in no time. "What did he look like?" Negan questioned with Dwight driving and Simon sitting passenger.
"I didn't get a good look at him, I only noticed him when I realized it wasn't the first time I saw him today." Arielle's heart was racing, fear taking hold of her throat.
"You had to see something … anything," Dwight insisted.
"He was wearing a leather vest, which is odd for a hot day, long-ish greasy hair - couldn't really see his eyes. But he looked kind of dirty."
"Dixon." Negan identified the leather clad man anywhere; the only man he knew who would represent his bike gang no matter how hot it got outside. Arielle watched Negan's shoulders relax, his back straightening. "Ever since his brother ended up in the hospital, he's been a pain in my ass."
"Should we be worried about him?"
Negan smiled at her question, causing Arielle to shutter. "You said 'we'. Does this mean you're on board?" Negan placed a hand on Arielle's knee, giving it a soft squeeze.
Slapping his hand away, the woman rolled her eyes. "I'm no optimist; these are the cards I've been dealt and I accept that. But I also know if someone is coming after you, they're coming after me - a girls gotta look after herself." It wasn't the response Negan was expecting, nor was he happy with it. Sinking back into his sour mood, he shrugged.
"Dixon's a lower level redneck idiot. He's no one to be worried about." And with that the rest of the car ride was eerily quiet besides Negan making a few calls to dig into Dixon's recent appearance. When they arrived at the house, Arielle ventured to her room without being accompanied. Opening the door, she was shocked to find a familiar pooch running up to her, welcoming her home. It was the Pomeranian Spitz she was holding at the pet store.
Quickly closing the door behind her, Arielle bent down, picking up the dog. "How in the hell did he pull this off?" she asked to no one, grinning from ear to ear.