She gave him a saucy smile before she threaded the hand that was on his face up into his ebony hair. He growled again, she could feel the vibrations in his chest. She leaned up, her lips crashing into his. Negan's arm quickly wound itself around her waist, the other snaking into her hair, pulling her forward, closer into him. He guided her while still kissing her back against the wall, they weren't even going to make it to the bedroom. Lucia hit the wall, hard, but she didn't even notice as she opened her mouth, allowing him access.
She moaned into his mouth as he ground his pelvis into hers. She could feel just how much he wanted her. She wanted him right back. As they kissed, she slid her hands down, attempting to undo his belt buckle. A hand stopped her, and she looked up.
Negan grinned at the woman before him, wolfishly. He wanted to devour her, but he wanted to do it on his terms. He pinned her arms above her head with one had, while he undid his belt with the other. His pants fell to the ground as he leaned in, leaving wet kisses and nips in a trail down her neck. When his teeth grazed her neck, he heard her moan. He did it again.
"Oh fuckkkk," she breathed.
He chuckled at her reaction, so that's what she liked. He did it harder this time and then harder still. Each action eliciting an even louder response. She would have bruises tomorrow, but from the sounds that were coming out of her mouth, he doubted that she'd care. She pulled tighter at his hair, urging him to continue. They went on like this, Negan trying to see how loud he could make her. Suddenly, he dropped his hold on her wrists, causing Lucia to open her eyes.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," he demanded.
Lucia nodded, kicking off her boots and stripping off her undergarments, her stormy eyes never leaving his hazel ones.
"Tell me what you want, Luce. Beg for it, show me just how much you fuckin' want it," Negan commanded.
He got closer, invading her space, forcing her to look upwards to keep eye contact.
"I want you to fuck me, Negan, please. I want you to make me scream."
With that last comment, he growled again, grabbing her legs and lifting her up against the wall. He could feel her center, so close, so fucking wet, absolutely ready for him. He crashed his lips into hers, their kisses becoming more frenzied. He angled himself and thrust into her once, filling her completely.
"Fuck, Negan," she gasped. "Don't stop."
That was all the encouragement he needed to keep going. He quickly thrust again and again, pushing her into the wall over and over. Soon, he felt her hands tangle themselves into his hair, pulling roughly. He could tell she was close. His hand went to her clit as he picked up the pace, fucking her up against that damn wall. The more she moaned, the more she begged, the closer he got. He wanted to make sure that she finished first, though. He was a fuckin' gentleman, after all. Negan could feel her walls begin to tighten as he continued his attention on her clit. He pulled his face away from her neck, trying to get her to open her eyes. They opened, looking at him questioningly.
"I want you to fucking ask for it, doll. Ask my goddamn permission to cum," he murmured.
She bit her lip, she could feel herself about to topple over the precipice, but she held back. She knew that if she didn't ask first, there would be consequences for her actions.
"Please, Negan, I- I can't hold it much- please can I cum?" she struggled to get the words out.
"Fucking let go, Princess, cum for me. Breathe in and let it go."
Lucia screwed her eyes shut, focusing on the sensations overwhelming her body. The thrust of his cock, his fingers circling her clit, his teeth grazing that spot on her neck that made her so fucking crazy...she tumbled over the edge breathing out his name like a prayer.
As her walls clenched around his cock, Negan knew he wasn't far behind. A few more hard thrusts into that impossibly tight little pussy of hers and he done for. He came into her hard, filling her up. He didn't withdraw from her, not immediately. They stayed there, against the wall for a minute, both breathing heavily. Finally, he pulled out and she unfastened her legs from around his waist. When her feet hit the ground, she tried to stand on her own, but wobbled. Negan's hands went to her hips, helping her stay upright.
"Woah there, darlin', not so fast. Slow it down for a minute for Christ sake," the dark haired Savior chuckled. "There's no rush, nothin's at your heels."
Lucia looked up, her face changing into a smile that reached her gunmetal eyes. She stood there, not saying a word, simply watching, waiting, catching her breath. She studied Negan's face, how he looked less hardened, more relaxed. His salt and pepper scruff that covered the lower half of his face leading up to the dark hair on his scalp. She looked deep into his eyes, waiting to be dismissed. He had gotten what he wanted, she mused, and now it was time for her to go. It's what all his wives did, anyway. They fucked and then they left. They didn't stay, ever, the whole Sanctuary knew that. All he had to do was say the word and she would pick up her clothes and go. It would be back to work, back to real life for her, just like that. She wouldn't say that she didn't mind that, but this was what she walked into. She knew full well who the man she worked for was and how he operated when it came to women. She had gone through with it regardless, because she had wanted it, wanted him, even if it was only for a night.
He could practically hear her thoughts screaming at him, one by one. He knew that the entire Sanctuary was privy to his habits with his wives. She was expecting to be told to leave, hell, that's what he should be doing right about now. Luce wasn't one of his wives, though. She wasn't simply an easy fuck whenever he felt like relieving some stress. The sex was good, it wasn't one sided, it didn't come with expectations or promises. It was two people attracted as fuck to each other who wanted to, well, fuck. Instead of playing the part of the man who screwed women and sent them on their way, he followed his gut on this one.
"Stay, if you want. I ain't fucking sendin' you packin' tonight. Last thing you should have to do is walk across the entire Sanctuary just because I have a reputation to uphold."
Lucia frowned, a quizzical look painting her face. She found herself nodding in agreement, despite of herself. She walked as Negan guided her to the door leading to the bedroom, her eyes widening as the door opened to reveal what was inside.
A king sized bed sat proudly in the middle of the luxurious room, covered in the type of fine linens one would find in a Ritz Carlton, back before the dead wandered the earth. Everything in this room screamed opulence, but everything had a purpose. The large bay window overlooked about half of the Sanctuary property. This allowed the room's inhabitant to easily see the empire that he had created for himself. The far wall was covered in bookshelves, housing everything from war strategy to maps of the surrounding area to classics in various languages. She could see a desk overlooking the large window, covered in papers, maps, and a large book that looked like a ledger. Also by the window, there were two immense leather easy chairs. They were a perfect to place to observe the Sanctuary...or shoot, Lucia mused, depending upon the circumstances.
Negan watched as the still naked woman in front of him took in the room before her. He had no doubt that she was mentally cataloguing everything that she saw, committing her surroundings to memory. He wondered how her mind worked so quickly, how it took in things that even he didn't see. For as long as he'd known her, Luce was the silent type. Now he knew why. She would be an asset as a lieutenant, seeing the world the way she did. He wouldn't be surprised if she was a step ahead of even him, sometimes. She could find ways out of fucked up situations that even he couldn't seen. He'd watched this smokin' hot woman in the thick of battle before, fuck she was a sight to be seen. So calm, so calculated, so sure of her actions. It was turning him on just thinking about it. He'd have to bring her on the next raid or scouting mission that he went on. This pretty face was worth her weight in whatever the fuckin' currency was in this hellhole of a world. She turned to him, arching her brow, silently asking him what was next.
"Let's get some goddamn sleep, doll. Mornin' comes fast, but I'm sure you already fuckin' know that," Negan remarked.
He slid under the covers of the stately bed, beckoning her to join him. She threw him a tired smile, grateful that she didn't have to walk across the Sanctuary. The bed did look inviting, she figured that it was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity to be in a place like this, so she shrugged, climbing in after him. She settled in his arms, facing him so she could read his lips if he said anything more. One of his arms was slung casually across her hips, the fingers ghosting along her spine. Lucia laid one of her hands against his chest, she could feel his heartbeat, his breathing. It was soothing to simply lie beside another being, not having to worry if something was coming for you in the night. Ocean storm eyes met the every changing hazel ones, sometimes more jade in color, other times more of a warm oak. She watched, like she always did, watching to see how things would unfold.
The dark haired Savior's eyes crinkled around the edges, "Go to sleep, Luce, the world will still be here an' fucked to shit in the mornin'. Might as well close your eyes someplace safe, ya never know what kinda shit tomorrow's gonna bring," he soothed.
The woman in Negan's arms scooted just a bit closer as her eyes fluttered shut, emitting a barely audible sigh. He kept his eyes open, watching her tumble into the abyss of dreams. He didn't do this, he didn't fuck his lieutenants and he sure as hell didn't fuck a woman in his quarters and then proceed to tell her to stay the night. This one, though, she was different, unique, extraordinary. There weren't any promises attached to what they just had done. She wasn't expecting him to do anything for her in return. With his wives, they were guaranteed a life of luxury in the Sanctuary, to not have to labor and toil, in exchange they gave him whatever he demanded of them. He'd never force something on them, but it was an agreement that was made by each and every one of them, with their own free will.
His eyes wandered over the sleeping woman's face. It sounded so cliche, even in his own mind, but she looked peaceful. Her hair was fanned out all around her, the light locks leaving a stark contrast to his crimson sheets. He traced her tattoos with his eyes, they were breathtaking. A mixture of images covered her milky white skin. There where whimsical roses, weaving their way around her entire left upper arm, the pin up girl smiled up at him from her right forearm, with another rose to the side of it. A handful of constellations sprinkled their way across her forearms, as well as multiple sets of script in a language that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He knew that there were more on her back, some on her ribs, and at least one on her hip. He planned on exploring every single one of them with both his hands and his mouth the next chance that he fucking got. As she turned in her sleep, her back facing him now, he saw a sliver of a tattoo behind her ear. Negan risked moving her hair, just slightly, so he could get a better look. What he saw caused him to let out a deep chuckle. Behind her ear was a simple outline of a mute symbol. That girl had a mother fuckin' sense of humor to put that on herself, unafraid to throw in a little satire on her body. What a damn mystery this woman in his arms was. If he played his cards right, maybe he would begin to unravel bits of her soon.
She woke up with a start, breathing heavily. She took in her surroundings as she gripped the bed sheets tightly. The man beside her slept peacefully, thankfully undisturbed by her wakefulness. As much as she wanted to lie here and drift off back into slumber, she knew that it wasn't in the cards for her. It never was. She smoothly disentangled herself from the sleeping Savior's arms, crossing the room to one of the armchairs by the large window. She sat there, curled up almost, watching the darkness around her. She couldn't have gotten more than an hour of sleep, maybe two if she was lucky. The dreams threatened to swirl back into focus, reminding her of thoughts and emotions that she would rather not dwell on. There was a book of military strategy sitting on the table between the two chairs. Lucia picked it up and angled the chair in a way so that she had a view of the entire room, as well as the window. She opened the book and began to read, using the faint light of the predawn.
Negan stirred awake promptly at 5:30, as he always did, languidly stretching his long limbs, shaking sleep from his body. He reached over, his hand ghosting the place where Lucia's body should have been, only to find it empty and cold. The dark haired Savior sat up, wondering if she had left in the middle of the night. He wouldn't have blamed her if she did. What they had done, what they were still doing, had broken a variety of his self imposed rules. Maybe she didn't want to break anymore.
His eyes landed on the naked figure sprawled on one one of his armchairs. She was partially obscured by shadows and the waterfall of flaxen curls that tumbled down all around her. Sitting there, absorbed in a book, with that beautiful contrast of creamy white skin littered with dark ink made his cock twitch. That woman was a fuckin' siren and she wasn't even aware of it. He supposed that she could feel his eyes on him, for she promptly looked up, her gorgeous grey orbs zeroing in on his face. She smiled hesitantly, as if she wasn't quite sure what to do.
"I would've expected you to still be sleepin', darlin'," Negan stated in his rough morning voice. "How long you be up, Luce?"
The woman shrugged, her hands beginning to dance, to communicate silently. "I don't sleep, not really," her hands signed. It was so fluid, so natural, as the words tumbled out of her hands without her even giving it a thought.
"Well how the hell can ya not sleep, angel? What's keepin' you awake?" the man murmured.
Lucia's eyes widened, her jaw dropped in shock as she took in his answer. She looked down at her hands, then back at the man sitting up in bed, then back at her hands. She hadn't voiced anything, she had signed it. A habit she still sometimes fell back into, remaining from a simpler time.
Negan took in her reaction, she looked genuinely shocked, which was an emotion that he had never seen play across her face before. He chuckled at the confusion replaced the shock. He could hear her mind racing from here. He knew that Lucia would have a million and one questions, he figured that he might as well start answering them before they all began to tumble out of her.
"Yeah, doll, I fuckin' sign," he murmured as he threw a cocky grin her way. "Every dirty, foul mouthed thing you've said to Dwight behind his back, every fuckin' threat you hurled towards that garden boy that used to have a tendency to feel up women, every damn time you cussed my the fuck out for givin' you a shit duty...I fuckin' understood it all."
Her eyes grew even wider, if that was even possible, as she took in his answer. Confusion, annoyance, and even a bit of rage clouded her facial features as she sorted out his response. A year and a half he watched her in her silent world and had said nothing. Why keep quiet? Why say something now?
"Why?" her hands inquired.
Negan's face spread into that easy, cocky smile he was well known for before he answered her. "It was fuckin' entertainin' as shit to watch that, especially when you thought no one else knew what you were sayin'. I didn't want you censor yourself, either. I could see your thoughts dance across those damn beautiful hands of yours. Sometimes ya don't say much, but I could at least get a glimpse into that mind of yours when you talked with your hands. Had to at least know a little bit of what I was dealin' with when it came to you. I haven't said anythin' up till now, darlin', cause you never asked, ya simply assumed."
Lucia smirked, nodding at his response, before her hands fluttered to life again. "Fuck you, asshole."
By this time, the dark haired Savior had ambled over to her, in all his naked glory, confidence oozing out of him. He genuinely smiled, one that reached his eyes, as he let out a rumbling laugh.
"Well, I'm pretty damn sure you fuckin' fucked me last night, Luce. Or should I say I fucked you, up against a goddamn well. Gotta say, you are a dirty fuckin' girl and I am all over that shit. So if we're gonna keep this thing goin', which I sure hope to hell we will, I've gotta lay out some ground rules for ya. With me so far?"
The woman stood up, closing into his personal space, urging him to continue.
"Within the walls of my quarters, when it's just you an' me, doll, you can be that sassy, bold little vixen that I know you fuckin' are. You can push me, you can challenge me, you can even disobey me from time to time, I'll fuckin' punish ya for it one way or another, but you can push those damn boundaries like I know you wanna. But when we leave these rooms, darlin', well that's a whole different story.
"Out there, I'm your god. I'm your fucking commander and you will do what I say, when I say it. You are a fucking soldier, a warrior, and outside of this bedroom, you sure as hell better act like one. You break my fuckin' rules out there, I will not hesitate to punish you for your actions, even harsher that I normally would because of what we got in here. You do not get special treatment out there, you work just as fucking hard as you did before, you prove to me that what we got between us won't fuck with our job out there, and we get to continue what we got goin' on here. In here, you are a fuckin' queen and I will treat you as such, as long as you stay within the bounds of our agreement. You give me your respect, you give me your devotion, you give me whatever I fuckin' ask for out there because that's what you're there to fuckin' do. Are we crystal motherfuckin' clear, Luce?"
Lucia nodded, her voice making it's first appearance that morning, "Yes."
Negan grabbed her chin roughly, pulling her face closer to his.
"Yes, what, Lucia?" he demanded.
"Yes, sir," she murmured.
As he let go of her chin, the woman in front of him sank down to her knees, keeping her eyes on him. She looked at him in reverence, showing him that she was willing to comply. She was the only one that he allowed to keep her head up, and not bowed in respect, when she was on her knees like that. The last thing he would ever do was deny her the sight of her surroundings simply to stroke his ego.
He gave her a full, warm smile, his eyes sparkling as he offered his hand to her. She grabbed it, allowing him to pull her from her knees.
"Atta girl, now let's get dressed, we have a long day ahead of us."
Author's Note: I figured that I would start by uploading two chapters at once since I have a good chunk of the the story already written. I wasn't even originally planning on publishing this, but I decided that I wanted to share my story. I try to do Lucia justice as a Deaf woman in a hearing world. I am partially Deaf myself and I kept thinking how a Deaf person would have to work to survive in TWD world. Please give me feedback, let me know what you're thinking about this story. I promise that there is indeed a plot to all this, not simply lots of sex (although of course there will be sex). Thanks for taking the time to read! -Kat