Shark
Negan pots black. "Motherfucker," he cheers.
"Did you just hustle me?" She frowns
"Come on sweetheart, nobody likes a sore loser," he smiles.
They were supposed to be on a run. But after a day and a half of nothing. They'd found a dusty, dank pool hall. So had decided to kill some time. At first, she had kicked his ass. But after they'd upped the stakes. He magically seemed to become a damn pro.
"I'm not a sore loser," she says, crossing her arms. "But you totally hustled me like some damn pool shark."
Negan chuckles, "Maybe i did sweetheart. Either way, it doesn't fucking matter." he says, moving closer to her. "Now. I'm gonna damn well claim my prize," he adds, as he grabs her waist. Pushing her up against the table.
She can feel him against her hip, the hardness of him. "You didn't play fair," she says, as she slowly moves her hips, teasingly.
Negan bites his lip. His eyes, burning into hers. "You think i get anything i want by playing fair?" He asks, running his fingers through her hair. He runs kisses over her neck, dragging his bottom lip, all the way to her ear. "If i want something...i just fucking take it," he whispers. Then he grabs her waist, and lifts her onto the table.