You're saying no because why?

You're scared?

You don't do that wife shit, homie. You know that already.

"Hold still, dumbass," I grit my teeth and brushed a strand of hair away from Simon's forehead. He whined, trying once again to sit up. The poor man was a fucking bitch to patch up. He was impatient, always in a hurry. I sighed and forced him back down again, saying, "Let me finish this."

"I fell," Simon grunted. "Trying to get away from one of those undead fuckers. I'm not dying."

"I know," I quipped, wiping away blood before slapping on a bandage so hard that Simon hissed in pain. He hadn't even bothered to come see me - Arat had informed me that he was injured. Several strained muscles, a cut on his head, and a possible concussion.

Maybe he was avoiding you?

Nah.

"There's blood on your shirt," I said, tossing the rest of my supplies into my bag. I was going slowly - I didn't want to leave. I like Simon's room, and I liked Simon.

So, I would make excuses just to stick around.

Simon pointed at the bloodstains on his white shirt, scowling at me before simply removing the article of clothing. I nearly dropped my bag as my eyes immediately shifted to the hard, rippling planes of his stomach.

Shit! Shit shit shit shit!

He's ripped!

You're staring - now he's staring - Abort mission! Abort—

"Thank's for patching me up, doc," Simon licked his lips and leaned forward. "Looks like you've earned yourself some gelato."

"I'm not hungry right now."

"You sure?" Simon smirked. "I have more than enough."

I tossed my bag into a chair, rolling my eyes as Simon gestured to the mini fridge in the corner of his room. My eyes, once again, drifted to his bare chest. I was antsy - I could feel my cheeks heating up and my legs become weak.

"You look nervous. Something wrong?" Simon raised an eyebrow. He was smirking. That damn smirk.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

I rolled my eyes, glancing at the closed door. Tentatively, I stepped closer until I stood between Simon's legs. The older man pressed his lips together, hands lingering above my hips.

"If you want it, all you have to do is say the word."

Yes.

So you said no to Negan but yes to him?

I didn't reply. My actions did enough talking — I boldly lifted my shirt and slid it over my head, staring down at Simon and smiling back. I stroked the stubble on his face with my palm, leaning into his kiss. My fingers eagerly worked on his belt, tossing the article of clothing aside before desperately tried to slide his pants down his hips. He chuckled against my mouth, leaning back as I huffed and tossed his pants into the small pile of clothing gathering on the floor. His erection strained against his boxers, and I couldn't resist the urge to stare.

"Take those of," Simon instructed, gesturing to my panties. His voice was low and desperate. "Now."

I gnawed on my lower lip, shimmying closer before sliding the thin fabric down my legs. Simon watched, lips parted. I hopped onto the bed, straddling his waist and meeting his steady gaze.

"If Negan knocks on my door right now I just might have to kill him," Simon breathed, sitting up and taking me in his lap. He palmed my breasts, lips brushing across my nipple. "Shit."

I could feel his cock through his pants. I made a small noise, resisting the urge to grind my hips as I felt a familiar wetness begin to seep from within me. Simon pressed a needy kiss against my mouth, adding, "Shit, baby. Help me get this off—"

"Yeah," I whined, nearly ripping away his undergarment. Simon whistled, gripping my wrist and kissing me once more.

"Slow down. Slow down," Simon murmured. "We don't have to go so fast. I want you to be comfortable with this."

"I know," I whispered, my nose brushing against his cheek. "I want you."

Simon rested his forehead against mine for a moment. I raked my nails across his heaving chest, feeling the muscle flex beneath my touch. He laid back as I tugged off his boxers before gripping the base of his cock. My lips parted as I leaned down and gently flicked my tongue across the head of his dick.

Simon replied by making a low, guttural sound. I liked it. I saw him glance up and grin as I wrapped my lips around his cock once more. My free hand splayed across his lower stomach, fingers prodding at the firm flesh. I felt his muscles tense as I ran my tongue up the underside of his dick before sucking lightly on the head, my tongue drenched in his wetness. I bobbed my head several times, savoring each low, animalistic sound that tore its way from Simon's throat.

"So beautiful," Simon murmured, tugging lightly on my hair. I sat up, meeting his lust filled gaze and crawling to him so I could plant a gentle kiss against his mouth.

Gentle. Ha.

He's not going to be gentle with you tonight.

"Don't go easy on me," I murmured, and Simon nodded.

He didn't.