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"Well are ya just gonna stand there, Luce, or do you plan on comin' in?"

Slowly, Lucia inched her way in, closing the door behind her. She set her toiletries on the bed before sitting with Negan at the table. She folded her hands and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I was just lookin' through the infirmary logs for the day. Everything seemed just peachy fuckin' keen, unil I stumbled upon one particular entry, an entry with your name on it. So, Lucia, do you have somethin' that you wanna fuckin' tell me?"

The Savior could tell that this was all Negan as he presented himself to the world, all part of the show that he put on.

"I missed a period and thought it would be best to take a pregnancy test, that's all." her hands told him.

"And?" Negan pressed.

"And nothing. It was negative. The world went to shit and I started missing periods for months at a time, which doesn't really surprise me. I missed one and I thought it would be best to double check, just to be sure. It's not as if you and I are being very careful, Negan. I wanted to be sure one way or another either way."

The lie flowed out of her mouth easily, much easier than she had anticipated. It was partially true, at least as far as the fact that missed periods were not uncommon for her after everything had happened. She felt no remorse, for she knew that she was sparing everyone involved from consequences. She simply hoped that Amber would wake the fuck up and be more careful. It still baffled her that she was covering for a woman that she barely knew, but it wasn't worth dwelling on. Maybe she wasn't completely encased in ice after all.

The Savior across from her studied her face, taking in the words that she told him, trying to discern if she was indeed telling him the truth. He waited a beat after she had finished talking before murmuring, "And if it was positive? Would you have told me?"

"Would you have wanted to know? It's not as if I'm anything to you, I'm not a wife. I doubt you would have been very happy if I was actually pregnant," she countered.

Negan frowned, troubled at her words, frustrated with how coldly she laid everything out. "Do not presume to know what I feel, Luce. I don't know what I'd fuckin' feel or not feel, but I wouldn't be done with you if you got pregnant with my kid, I wouldn't throw you away. And you are not nothing to me, you understand? You're not disposable."

He stood up and pulled Lucia to her feet, bringing her flush against him. She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh. His hazel eyes bore into her grey ones as he murmured, "You mean somethin' to me, Lucia Johansson."

She tilted her face up towards him, crashing her lips against his. He devoured her with her his lips, stealing her breath right out of her lungs as he tugged her closer and hitched her leg up onto his hip. One of his hands wound itself into her hair while the other snaked its way under her shirt, his calloused fingers ghosting over her skin. She moaned into his mouth as he unfastened her bra. She wanted more of him, she needed it.

The blonde Savior broke away for a moment, yanking off her shirt and allowing her bra to fall with it. She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her pants, standing in front of Negan wearing nothing more than her panties and her damp hair.

He soaked up the sight of her, taking in her body. This woman, she had the ability to turn him the fuck on with her words, her actions, and her sexy little body. He startled her by picking her up and plopping her on the bed, while he threw her shower things on the floor to make room. She let out a shriek and then a laugh that rang like bells when her body hit the mattress.

Negan made quick work of his own clothes before he joined her on the small bed. Instead of jumping right back in, he allowed his calloused fingers to trace the numerous tattoos that covered her body. He traced birds, flowers, sayings, and even a dagger that resided on one of her thighs. She was a living work of art and he wanted to appreciate every second of his time with her. Then, he began to cover her body in kisses, drawing sounds of excitement from her mouth. A tug on his arm made him look up from his work.

"I want more...all of you," her fingers told him.

He grinned slyly as he peeled off her panties so achingly slowly. He drew every action out, he didn't want this encounter to be over with. He could see Lucia squirm in anticipation, which only encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing.

His mouth found her folds and he heard a sharp intake of breath. He chuckled against her, he knew that she could feel it. Her fingers wound into his dark hair, holding on for dear life. He loved the effect that he had on her, how she became just as invested as he was in their lovemaking. This wasn't just fucking between them, not anymore, this was something more.

He continued his work, feeling her become more wound up as he went. He could tell that she was close, so he added two fingers into the mix. Her hips lifted off the mattress at the sensation and a long moan came out of her mouth. At that point, Negan stopped what he was doing for a moment. The blonde Savior lifted her head up, cocking her brow questioningly.

"Do you trust me, Luce?" he inquired.

She nodded, unsure where this was going.

"Then just roll with me on this, okay, darlin'? I'm gonna stop a few times, but trust me when I say that I will make you reach the stars, baby."

Lucia grinned, realizing what he was doing. She nodded in agreement before laying her head back down once more.

The Savior started and stopped his work four more times. Then, he started again without abandon. His fingers continuously hit that sweet spot inside, while his tongue worked on her clit. When she finally came, she repeated his name again and again, as if it were a prayer.

"Negan, Negan, Negan...oh my god, Negan."

He kept going, letting her ride her orgasm to completion. When she was fully spent, he removed his fingers from inside her and kissed both her inner thighs before looking up at her, grinning. He then slowly put his two fingers in his mouth, licking her off. He crawled up, kissing her deeply so that she could taste herself on his tongue. He pulled away, grinning quite smugly. He knew when he had done a good job, and it never hurt to acknowledge it, just a little bit.

Lucia played with his hair as he hovered over her, she was smiling, too. "Well fuck, Negan."

He chuckled a bit before kissing her once more.

"How would you feel about about a round two, darlin'?" the dark haired Savior inquired.

"And here I thought you were just warming me up for the main event," the blonde woman smirked.

Negan growled at her teasing, rolling over so that she was straddling him. She leaned over him, her laughter hitting his ears like bells.

"Now it's MY turn to have some fun with you, sir," Lucia murmured.

Sir? Fuckin' hell that woman turned him on. If he thought he was hard before she turned the tables on him, well he had been quite mistaken.

"You wanna drive, babe? Cause you can fuckin' drive. I make no objections to a sexy as hell woman takin' the wheel," the Savior said, grinning wolfishly. He wanted to see where she would take this, what exactly she would do.

The blonde Savior leaned down, capturing Negan's lips, devouring him. It was her turn to take his breath away. She dominated the kiss, demanding entrance into his mouth with her tongue, which he quickly allowed. She explored his mouth, tasting every inch of him and feeling the Savior beneath her respond to her actions. She took it one step farther, taking his bottom lip with her teeth and biting. She felt the moan on his lips, she may not be able to hear him, but damn she could fucking feel him.

Lucia pulled back a moment, sitting up. She bit her lip, considering what she was going to do next. She knew what she wanted, complete control of the situation. The question was, would he truly let her have it?

His eyes watched the woman straddling him, taking in her thinking form. He could see that she wanted something, but wasn't sure if she should ask for it.

"What do you want, Luce?" his fingers inquired. "I can see that there's somethin' that you want, you just don't know if you should ask. You know, doll, odds are the answer will be yes."

She narrowed her eyes a moment, before forming her request with her hands. "I want control, all of the control...I want to ride you."

The dark haired Savior raised his brows at this statement. If that wasn't hot as hell, he didn't know what was. "You go for it, darlin', you've got the freedom and the control. You're the driver tonight, I'm in the passenger's seat, baby."

With that, Lucia grinned in delight. She put his hands on her hips to keep her steady while she sank down onto her Savior, taking all of him deep inside her. He let out a moan, the pleasure coursing through him, which told the woman that she was indeed doing something right. She began a steady pace with her hips, which Negan then began to follow.

She tangled her fingers in her Savior's ebony hair, delighting at the reaction that she always got from him while doing it. She picked up the pace, once again pulling reactions from the man beneath her. She watched his face closely, paying attention to the changes she could see every time she sped up or did something different. The blonde Savior bent down, catching his lips with hers as she continued her work. The deep kisses, the fingers in his hair, the quickened pace...everything was bringing him closer to the edge.

He broke the kiss to get Lucia's attention, "If you don't stop soon, I'm gonna fuckin' cum. I want you get there too, Luce, you gotta slow down."

The woman above him tilted her head, considering what he had said for a moment before continuing on with her work. "It's my turn to call the shots and I say I'm not stopping. I am fucking you and you are going to fucking cum for me."

She moved her hips faster than she had before, taking him without abandon. One of Negan's hands wandered up to her breast, slowly massaging, pinching, and cupping while the other stayed glued to her hip, holding her steady. He could feel himself getting close, especially when Luce had told him that he didn't need to worry about her, to not try and stop himself. His hand left her breast to cup the uninjured side of her jaw, focusing her attention back to his face.

He moaned as he finally came, releasing himself into the woman on top of him. "Holy fuckin' shit, Luce...fuck."

When he was finished and spent, Lucia rolled off of her Savior, lying next to him. She struggled to catch her breath for a moment, she had worn herself out in her quest for control, but damn had it felt fucking good. She turned to Negan, sitting up with her back against the wall and her legs curled up so they weren't draping over him.

He sat up, looking right back at her. He grinned at the woman in bed with him. Her long curls were messy and there was a beautiful blush covering her pale cheeks. Even with stitches in her face and the cut through her brow, she was gorgeous. It wasn't simply her looks, it was everything about her that attracted him to her, pulled the Savior in like a magnet. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her.

"So do you believe me now, Luce? I fuckin' meant what I said, you mean somethin' to me," his hands told her.

She nodded. It wasn't as if she could define what this was or where they were going with this, but it wasn't just fucking around anymore. She hadn't signed up for this, and yet she was here and didn't want to leave. Shit like this didn't happen after the world fell apart, not good shit. This wasn't a fairytale, but the blonde woman didn't really care for fairytales anyway. Love was for children, fairytales were simply pipe dreams. When Marta had died, that book had slammed shut. She wouldn't lie, though, Negan meant something to her, too.

"I don't know what this is, Negan. I don't need to know what it is, but you are important to me. I just thought maybe you should know that I feel the same..." her hands faltered, trying to tell the Savior exactly what was in her mind.

The blacked haired Savior caught her hands, stopping her mumbling fingers that couldn't quite tell him what she was feeling.

"We don' need to label shit, doll. The world fell the fuck apart and somehow you and I stumbled towards each other and here we fuckin' are. I'm not askin' you to be a wife, I know that shit ain't for you. I'm not askin' anythin' of ya, really, just...know I ain't lookin' for an excuse to walk away from this."

She didn't really have anything to say back to him, there was so much information to digest here. This was not how she thought this would go. Lucia has assumed that the Savior would inquire about the test, be relieved when she said it was negative and that would be it. And yet, Negan had pried deeper, admitted things that she hadn't even known that he felt. They were into all of this much deeper than she had thought.

"Hey Luce," the Savior's hands grabbing her attention, "how's the face doin'? You got fucked up there a little bit with that run, which was a real nice one by the way. We'll be enjoyin' the fruits of your labor for a good long while. When do those stitches come out?"

Negan traced the line of her cut with a feather light touch, careful to go below it and not actually touch the stitches. She instinctively leaned into his hand, soaking in his touch.

"I should be able to take them out in three or so days, facial lacerations heal quite fast in the scheme of things. It'll scar though, I don't really mind it because I'm covered in scars anyway."

Negan lifted her chin up, getting the blonde Savior to lift her gunmetal eyes up, allowing her to read his lips. "That scar will do nothin' but make you goddamn sexier, if that's even possible. It'll also remind the world not to fuck with you because you've come out of the other side of some shit and are still standin'. I got one on my face too, see."

He pointed to the the thin, white line that ran from near his right eye down his cheek. The blonde Savior let her fingers wander over it, lightly stroking his long healed scar. He smiled at her touch, enjoying the sensation.

"You said scars...that you're covered in scars."

"Yeah, I am, you just didn't see them. Look at my half sleeve, really look. Try and see what's underneath the designs."

He grabbed her arm, looking intently at the tattoos. The first thing he noticed was bruising on her upper arm that looked like fingerprints. He winced, realising that it was from their fight. He hadn't meant to do that to her, the last thing he wanted was to physically harm her in any way. He looked up, about to apologize, to say something to try and make it clear that hurting her had not been his goal.

"Yes, yes, I know the bruising, that's unimportant right now, not what you're looking for. I know you didn't mean it, don't bother saying that you're sorry, I already know that you are. Go on, look again, look for what I told you to look for." the Savior remarked, urging him on.

Negan looked down again, trying to go beyond the mesmerizing art that littered her body. Then, he saw it, there were raised scars of various shapes and sizes all over the place. He turned her over to get a look at the piece that covered her upper back and shoulder blades. There were scars there, too. The Savior locked gazes with Lucia, trying to find the answers that he was seeking.

"A car crash, a bad one."

She didn't explain any more than that, refusing to give him any additional information. The lead Savior knew that he had gotten all that he was going to get out of her tonight. As swiftly as the book of her life had opened, she had shut it again.

For a while they simply sat together in silence, lying on the small bed together. Lucia was partially on top of Negan, while the Savior traced small circles on her back. Time seemed to slow down and reality faded away. The chaos of the world was non existent in that tiny room, even if it was simply temporary.

The blonde woman began to doze off, but her Savior shook her slightly, bringing the world back into focus. "I'll stay with ya until you go to sleep, but then I have to go finish some shit up before bed. That okay, Luce?"

She made a quiet sound of agreement before snuggling back up again and closing her eyes. The Savior chuckled silently at her actions, she had definitely made herself comfortable. He knew that he wouldn't get much more conversation tonight, so he settled for simply enjoying the fact that this very naked, extremely beautiful and intelligent woman was sleeping on top of him. The Savior kissed the messy curls that cascaded around him, listening to Lucia breathe.

Once again, this was another night that did not go the way that he had expected. It never really did when it came to the woman on top of him, though. She played the game more by her rules than his own, which gave him a pause. Negan was used to predicting what the others around him would do, but he could never quite put his finger on what course of action she'd end up taking.

The pregnancy test has surprised him today when he looked through the logs, his heart faltered a beat or two when he had seen her name signed right by it. Their conversation was another creature altogether. She had been cold, like ice, distancing herself from everything, as if it would save her from pain if she refused to feel at all. Her assessment of himself hadn't really come as a shock, she simply made assumptions based upon some of his actions. Didn't mean that her words hadn't fuckin' stung like hell, though.

When he had come into her room to wait for her, the Savior hadn't had plans to fuck Luce, but the more heated their discussion get, the more he had wanted her. He didn't have the ability to tell her what he felt, but he sure as hell could show her. He smirked into that head of gorgeous curls, that woman was loud as all fucking get out. He was pretty sure that the entire hallway of Saviors that lived over here had heard her loud and goddamn clear every time he had made her see the stars. Well, at least they had gotten a bit of a show and everyone knew without a doubt that Lucia Johansson was his. He found himself wanting to remind the Sanctuary of that fact pretty fucking often these days.

It wasn't as if he did this with his wives at all, if ever. They were more like status symbols these days. They had no opinions that he cared about, they had chosen the easy life for various reasons. His wives were more of a business transaction than anything, especially these days. Luce occupied his time, his thoughts, and his presence. He didn't want to have to choose when it came to her, she was his choice.

The question was what to do with the wives. There wasn't any tangible way to stop them from being his wives. He made an agreement with each and every one of them which guaranteed their safety, that they would be taken care of and given what they needed. Each deal was slightly different, but the gist was basically the same. He was a man of his word and he had married each and every one of them and promised them what they needed. He was pretty sure a few of them wouldn't even survive working for points, anyway. A dead pretty woman was a fucking shame in this world, he mused darkly.

Maybe, he could restructure his "marriages" a little bit. Once Lucia had come into the picture, things had changed. Negan was no longer sleeping with any of the other women, how could he when that blonde woman invaded every part of his being? She didn't want a life of luxury, she had refused the easy way. She wasn't a trophy to be admired up on a shelf, no, she was a soldier, a fighter. That woman had made it this far in this shitty world without hearing a sound, she beat the dead every time despite of it all. Her will to live was truly impressive, as was her adaptability.

The Savior decided that he could still provide for the wives, but they could be more for show than anything else. He could give them a little more freedom, maybe lengthen the leash a little bit, so to speak. In exchange, they would go on with what they were doing, acting like wives at public events, just without the sex. He knew most of them weren't really interested in fucking him, anyway. They did it because it was part of their job to do so. They were never forced, he refused to do that to a woman, but they weren't all clambering to get into his bed, either.

He shook his head, as bad as it sounded even in his own head, he couldn't remember the last time that he had been monogamous or faithful to a woman. He had always insisted that it just wasn't in his nature, that there was too much out there to stop for one girl. He had even stepped out on Lucille time and time again before all this shit started, before the world fell apart. Up until she died, she had loved him regardless of his transgressions. She always took him back. He didn't want Luce to become like that, he didn't want to do that again. He also didn't want to just fuck around with her and call it a day. It's not as if he could tell her any of this, not yet, not now. He just knew that this, with her, was different.

Negan looked down to see the Savior asleep, softly snoring, with her cheek against his chest. She looked so innocent, so young, when she slept. Everything melted away, leaving her true form. As much as he wanted to stay, he had to leave. There were things still left for him to do tonight. He slowly untangled his body from Lucia's and gently easing her under the covers, wrapping her up in her bed. A soft sigh escaped her lips, but she did not awaken.

The ebony haired Savior shrugged on his clothes before gathering up all of Luce's discarded showering supplies and neatly putting them on the table. He then picked up her clothing that was scattered across the room and folded it all before placing them in the easy chair. Once this was done, he grabbed Lucille and headed out, taking the ledger with him. The barbed bat rested easily on his shoulder as he made his way up through his Sanctuary. He let out a lopsided grin, wondering to himself how it had all come down to this. He hadn't planned for this woman and he didn't know how to fucking start planning now. He supposed that he would roll with the punches and go from there. If anything had to occupy his mind, he was sure as hell glad it was her.

Author's Note: Well hey there, dropping some more content for you guys. This one was a fun one to write. Special thanks to one of my best friends Lynn for deciding that she wanted to read my story and listening to me get extremely excited that I'm creating my own representation (I am Hard of Hearing, not fully Deaf, but I do lipread and live my life a little differently due to the fact that my ears don't fully work). Also a big thanks to Nicole, PropertyOfNegan7, SpringBorn, and Muffin35 for taking the time to leave me a review. It means a lot to me and I appreciate the opportunity to get a feeling of what's going on in your heads. Enjoy this chapter, please let me know what you think! xo Kat