Tristan Chapter 2

Negan settles in the guest room a few doors down away from hers. Outside Joey sits snoring. Dwight and the others gather on the first floor drinking and eating. She out Negan in the nicest she had. White walls, sheets and a fucking fuzzy rug. Everything in the room appears spotless. He hated to dirty it up. Damn, does she look good! It's kind of hard to focus when she's around. What he would kill to have her here right now? That's not going to happen not until, he gets her to his Sanctuary. Until then all he has are memories of Tristan standing in those panties pulling down that shirt. What he would give for a chance to rip them off with his teeth. All that hair down there was wild. The wives all shaved themselves damn near completely bald. Here Tristan was au fucking natural. Damn! Not one to give a fuck about titties, but he had to admit that she has some nice ones.

How the fuck did none of these assholes ever not tap that? Fucking dumbasses! He paces the room for a few minutes or so only to kick off his boots. Then Negan takes off his jacket setting on a chair in the corner. He shuts off the lights then crashes on the bed completely stretched out. He ignores the sound outside shutting his eyes. What he needs is sleep. There are just a few hours left before sunrise and he's had maybe five or six at the most last night.

A slight brush of his belly starts a fire within in him. One he could not ignore even as he stayed here with her as a guest. Being under the same roof and not being able to touch her felt like torture. But, this whole thing is her idea, he tells himself. It's her way of keeping him on a leash where she holds the chain. Fuck! When it comes to women, he always does the 'wooing". Negan seduces them, but Tristan she can take the fucking reigns anytime. The idea of that makes his cock hard. But, deep down he gets the feeling that she won't go for it. She would rather choke him. Negan smiles knowing that if that happens then he will die happy. His eyelids lower as exhaustion overtakes him like a lover into its arms.

Only a few hours later does Negan wake up with a raging hard on and the sunlight shining into his eyes. One that refuses to be ignored. He tried to adjust it, but it won't stay hidden or stop that incessant throbbing. So, all that he can do is relieve it. He imagines Tristan down on her knees with his member in her mouth smiling looking up at him with a smile on her face. Fucking her to and fro as she whimpers and cries out his name. But, he smiles knowing that she'll dominate him if they ever do fuck. Just like that he comes. Seed drips down his shaft over his hand like wax from a lit candle. The hand that touched hers.

Early that morning, there's a soft knock on the door. He smiles hoping that it's her. Sure enough as she opens the door, there she is only she's not alone. Dwight stands with her along with Simon and Joey. "And to what do I owe the pleasure," Negan says addressing Tristan only. "We need to talk," Tristan says crossing her arms.

Negan laughs then leans back a bit. "And here I thought you fucking came for a nightcap. Silly fucking me."

Tristan's face drops. "Let's go, Negan," she says with irritation in her voice. She walks away shaking her head. Once, she's out of earshot Negan growls, "What the fuck did you dipshits do? The three men look to one another. Dwight replies, "We didn't do shit. She came to us. We were fucking sleeping." Simon explains the situation further. Tristan stepped outside with two tall broad shouldered assholes on her left and right. She says that she needs to talk. Fat Joey stammered his words as he explained that he had no clue what was going on when they arrived at the door. As per, Negan's request he disturbed him only because of Tristan. How dare she address his fucking men? Yet, he was curious about what she wanted to talk about.

Tristan stood shifting her weight onto her left leg. Then she crossed her arms with eyebrows raised. She leaned against a wall to the right of a nearby window. Negan has that shit eating grin of his on his face. He doesn't even try to hide his gaze from her. Currently, sweeping her body with those hazel eyes of his undressing her. She rolls her eyes then begins speaking. "We need to discuss what will happen when I come to the Sanctuary. Also, we should talk about how much of our supply that your men have taken."

Negan leans back in the chair. He considers what his response will be. Then and only then when he comes to his conclusion does he speak. "Well, darlin' when you come to my house, you come alone. No weapons and no guards."

"I can't do that," she explains. "I'll run the risk of you killing me or worse." Only the "or worse" part does he take issue with. "Trust me," he states. "If I wanted you and that sweet ass body dead I could do it right now. No one would stop me." She stares at him in disbelief before turning her attention elsewhere. "As for the supply deal my split is what the fuck I say it is." He doesn't break character or even a sweat.

"So," she asks, "it's alright for you to take most of our eggs and milk?"

"This is a part of our deal or did you not read the fine print?" he asks her raising his eyebrows.

"Fine."

"Now I think that it's time that we go." he says getting up, "but I hope that you will take my offer. My men will be back in three days." He left the room along with his men. They all left the settlement a little while after. Part of him wanted to go back to that office, apologize and beg for her forgiveness. Negan realizes that would be foolish at this point. He imagines his cover annihilated after all he worked on. So, he climbed into the truck then shut his door. He'll see Tristan again and when he does he'll apologize in his own way.

You could say that Negan waited patiently for Tristan's arrival and that would be an understatement also, wrong. He tried to keep himself busy heading out with the men on pickups surprising the shit out of those who "felt too sure" about their status. The afternoon, Tristan arrived he stood on the second level looking down. His men left early that morning. He told them if they did not return with her there would be hell to pay for them and that settlement. Like clockwork at around two the trucks pulled up. The doors opened and in she walked flanked by Saviors on all sides. But, she wasn't alone. Smart girl.

"I thought we had a fucking a deal," Negan shouted, "No guards or weapons." She looks up at him and replies, "I'm not foolish enough to come here alone and outnumbered. You know that." Off she goes led by Simon to her room. Dwight climbs the steps to the second level breathing hard. Once he reaches the top it takes a second before he can speak.

"How was the trip?" he asks him.

"Interesting," Dwight answers. "When we arrived they didn't give us any shit. Sam took over temporarily while she's here." Sam, the motherfucker who looks like he'd drink her fucking bathwater with a side of bleach. Negan did not intend on keeping her there more than a day or so. Especially with that idiot running the show. "Anything else," Negan asks. Dwight recounts how Tristan remained quiet for the entire ride.

"Really? That's interesting," he says facing forward.

"What is interesting?" Just like her to make an entrance.