"Not you again. Are you stalking me or something?"
"Maybe," Negan smirks. "Why? You like it?"
"No," you frown, not entirely sure that's the truth. In all honesty, you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him ever since he'd rocked up at Alexandria, bold as brass. He'd walked around like he owned the damn place, and it'd kinda turned you on. Now here he was, standing right in front of you, and damn he looked fine.
A sly smile crosses his face. "Are you checking me out?"
"I don't think so," you sneer.
"Oh i fucking do think so, sweetheart. You think a guy like me can't tell when a woman wants him?" He chuckles.
"So i think you're hot. It's not a crime. Doesn't mean i want you."
"Oh, i see what you're doing. You want me to make the first move, that way you don't feel too bad about sleeping with the enemy," Negan grins.
You go to open your mouth, but Negan silences you with a kiss. He runs his fingers through your hair, his lips trailing over your neck.
"You want me to stop?" He whispers in your ear.
You shake your head, moaning as he nips at your neck. "Don't stop." You claw at his leather jacket as your lips collide, his tongue forcing it's way over yours.
"By the time i'm done with you, sweetheart, you won't wanna go back to Alexandria," he groans, pulling at your hair as he meets your gaze.