A/N: Adults only scene here, if you don't want to read the smut, skip to the = sign and start there! I'm not a very strong smut writer, so I apologize now if it's terrible. I also want to say thank you to all of my readers, over 300 followers now, I can't thank you all enough for your support! If you just started reading, please follow, favorite, and leave a review, I love to hear what my readers are thinking!
This story is also posted on AO3 under the same title and author name in case anything ever happens to it here on .
Spiritual-trace: We'll see Jason again in the next chapter
Yugioh13: Thank you so, so much! Writing an OC is so nerve wracking sometimes, I'm so glad you love her. I threw in the song because after such a sad chapter before (killing Bud actually made me cry a little while I was writing it) I thought the story needed something fun
Raging Raven: Here it is, hope you enjoy!
CLTex: I have the reunion scene almost fully written, it's just not time for it yet! Enjoy the scene I've made you all wait too long for ;)
KEZZ 1: Thanks for being such a loyal reader and always reviewing
Msgemgem: Daryl definitely brings out the softness and kindness in her! And you are very right, they've both changed a lot since before the ZA. But Negan brings out the savage survivor and fighter in her. I completely understand real life, sometimes mine pulls me away from writing!
MadHatterLove7011: Enjoy the update! It's not time for Daryl yet, but soon.
Dixon-Vixen13: I can't picture Negan not being the possessive type. Enjoy the update!
BlueEyedBeauty: Daryl's entrance into the story will be very interesting, just not quite time for it yet! Negan and Crimson still have some time together before her past comes back.
Sexy Vampire Girl: Enjoy the update ;)
Beelzenef2010: I'm glad you love my Negan! Enjoy the new chapter!
Missmw: Glad you finally caught up!
Enchantmentanjel: The song/dance was mostly for fun, the last chapter before was super depressing (at least to write it, it was) so I wanted something more lighthearted. Negan might not be a 1 guy, 1 girl kind of guy, but Crimson also doesn't share, so you'll have to see what happens!
Guest: Thanks for reading! Glad to know you loved it enough to finish 17 chapters in 2 days
Negan. He was all she saw, all she heard, all she smelled, all she felt. And oh dear god could she feel him. His hardened length was pressed into her throbbing center and she had never been more annoyed by clothes, especially the layers of pants and underwear that separated his silkiest flesh from hers. Her skin was on fire everywhere they touched and she needed him to touch her more than anything. The moment he'd slammed the door to his office closed, clothes were coming off. With one swipe of his arm, the contents on his nearly ordered desk were a disordered mess scattered around the floor, she heard a water glass shatter when it hit the wall, and he practically slammed her on top of it.
Her hands were already pushing off his leather jacket and his were pulling her shirt over her head. Their lips only separated for a second, pressing together again before her shirt hit the floor. She pulled his white t-shirt from his jeans and slid her hands underneath it, over the hard lines of his very much in shape abdomen. Her bra unsnapped with a flick of his wrist and quickly joined the growing pile of crumpled clothes. He leaned back for a moment, taking in her half naked form, hands gripping her waist. She could see the desire and appreciation swirling in his dark eyes. He used his teeth to quickly remove the single leather glove from his hand.
He took one breast into each hand, firmly squeezing the perky globes that fit perfectly in his palms. He pushed her down onto the desk, his mouth enclosed a nipple before her back hit the smooth wooden surface. The hot, wet heat of his tongue swirling around her overly sensitive flesh was almost too much and she cried out when his teeth grazed it. She tangled her fingers into his hair to pull him off, but his lips were already moving down the milky white flesh of her stomach while his fingers made quick work of removing her pants. She propped herself up on her elbows to kick off her boots and her jeans went flying with them. Her lacy red panties were the only stitch of clothing she had left.
Negan growled at her, "Those are 'fuck me' panties baby doll. You have plans to bring that scrawny little bitch Jason up to your room tonight?"
"The only man I'm ever fucking in Sanctuary is you," she said when her eyes locked with his. "I put them on for me. Sometimes a girl needs to feel sexy for herself." She was glad she'd decided to shave her legs and her bikini zone.
He ripped the silky lace from her hips, crushing his lips to hers while his hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider. His fingers pressed into her flesh, sliding up until his hand found the soaking wet center it was looking for. Two fingers slipped inside of her, his fingers, much larger than her own, stretching her more than she had been in a long time.
"Jesus fucking Christ you're tight!" he said. "Were you going to go back up to your room and finger fuck yourself like this?"
The words to her response caught in her throat when he dropped to his knees and his lips found her most sensitive flesh, sucking it into his mouth while his fingers moved inside of her. She collapsed back onto the table, one leg over his shoulder, the other propped up on the desk so she was spread open for him. Her heel dug into his back, unconsciously pulling him closer. Her body was trembling, her hands grabbed the edge of the desk by her head, trying uselessly to steady herself as the pressure in her center rapidly grew. When his tongue stroked her, her back arched off the desk, she gasped so hard she couldn't breathe for a second, and the room became a dark, blurred mass as she spasmed around his fingers.
"Oh god Negan!" she screamed.
"Say it again," he said, his tongue lapping up her juices as they dripped from her, like a dying man drinking from an oasis in the middle of a desert.
"What?" her head was spinning so fast she still couldn't see straight.
"My fucking name, Crimson," he growled at her, "say it again!"
"Negan." she said, and his tongue increased in urgency, stroking her firmly from bottom to top as she came down from her moment of ecstasy.
"You are god damn delectable, your pussy tastes sweeter than I ever fucking dreamed it would." His tongue stroked her again, a deep 'mmm' rumbled from his throat. "And you're so fucking beautiful when you come. I could watch that shit a thousand fucking times and still want to see it again." He stood up, his eyes drinking in her full nude, flushed, form spread open on his desk. "Tell me what you want."
She sat up and reached for the buckle on his belt.
"Nah uh," he said, tilted her face up to his with a finger. She could smell herself on his hand and it was intoxicating, her arousal mixed with his clean, earthy, masculine scent. "I wanna hear you say it. I wanna see those beautiful lips of yours say the words, so fucking say it."
She tipped her head down, taking his finger into her mouth. Her tongue swirled and stroked and sucked it. She did the same to his next finger until there was no trace of her come left on his hand. His hand was shaking when she finished.
"You're right, I do taste good. What I want is for you to strip off the rest of your clothes and fuck me until I come so hard I can't walk, just like you promised." She grabbed his belt again and removed his pants in record time while he pulled his shirt over his head. He grabbed the .45 he kept tucked in the back of his pants and slammed it down on the desk.
She only saw his cock for a moment before it was aligned at her entrance. He wasn't quite as thick as she was used to, but he was longer. She didn't much care what size he was or what it looked like, she just needed him, all of him. No more tension, teasing, or stolen kisses. This was it.
"I need you inside me, now," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and that was all he needed to hear.
He pushed inside of her, his hips met her own in one hard thrust and though she was as prepared as she could be, she gasped at the almost painful intrusion. She tensed for a moment while she adjusted to him. He was slowly moving in and out of her, stroking her so deeply that if he were any longer, it would have hurt. When the tingling of building pleasure started, her hips moved to meet his, urging him on. He kissed her deeply before he pushed her back down on the desk and any trace of gentleness was replaced with a primal desire as his pace picked up into a rapid pounding. He let loose all of the frustrated desire he'd been holding on to since the first moment he laid eyes on her.
He held her hip with bruising force but she didn't care, not when one thumb pressed into her very stimulated clit and he filled her in the way she had been longing for him to do for far too long. Her hips strained against his grip, desperate to meet his force with her own. She flung her head back, biting her lip when she was on the edge of her second release.
"Oh god, don't stop!" she cried out.
"That's right baby doll, come for me again," he ordered. She felt his hand under her back, lifting her hips so he could push into her, harder, faster. "I want your come all over my cock."
She didn't last long, her climax hit her like wave crashing into a rocky wall and when she clamped down around him, 'fuck, fuck, fuck!' was all he said as he went over the edge with her with her. He braced himself on the desk by her hips, she could see his legs were shaking when her vision finally cleared. He was panting hard and she realized she was too. She stretched her arm up to cup the side of his handsome face and grinned at him.
"That was…" she said, but her head was still spinning and she couldn't find the right words.
"Abso-fucking-lutely mind blowing?" he finished for her. "I know. I told you it would be. My dick, the one still filling you up right now, is best fuck you'll ever have. Now I bet you're sad you waited so god damn long. You could have been screaming my name for weeks by now."
"And shared you with other women?" her question was obviously rhetorical, so he didn't answer. "No. This is so much better. Besides, you know I was worth the wait." Her thumb stroked the top of his cheek. When he twitched inside of her, she realized something was very different about him. She'd expected him to soften and pull out of her, but that hadn't happened. He was still very ready, stretching her now over stimulated flesh as much as he had from the start. "Did you not… finish?" Her cheeks flushed a little more red with the question.
"Baby doll, I don't think I've ever come so hard in my fucking life," he answered. "I'm just ready for round two so…"
=He was interrupted when the door to his office opened. She'd never seen him move so fast, but in one simultaneous motion he covered her naked form with his own and had his .45 pointed at the intruder.
"You left Lucille downstairs, sir, and Simon wants to know what time you want…" she recognized fat Joey's voice. "Oh shit! Sorry sir, so, so sorry!" All she could see was Negan's chest, covered lightly with dark hair like a man's chest should be and a tattoo she was going to have to take a closer look at later. Though she couldn't see fat Joey, she was sure he was about ready to piss himself. At least the only thing he could see was Negan's very naked ass. "You don't, uh, normally do that, here."
"Unless Sanctuary is about to burn to the mother fucking ground, get the fuck out of here." Negan didn't yell. He didn't have too. His tone said it all.
She heard the thud of Lucille hitting the ground before fat Joey slammed the door shut when he bolted out of the room.
Crimson reached up and pulled Negan's arm down, he was still pointing the gun at the now empty doorway. He was tense, every muscle ready to pounce like he was in full predator mode. "He's gone, you can put it down. And take me to bed because either one of the Joeys is a massive mood killer and I'm exhausted."
"Whatever you say baby doll," he grinned as he pulled out of her. She slid off of the desk with every intension to stand, but her legs felt like jelly and just couldn't hold her up. Negan caught her under her arms before she joined their clothes scattered around the floor. He picked her up and carried her bridal style into the bedroom, though his .45 was still in one hand. That was the one he always kept on his nightstand within his reach at night. He set it down before he carefully tossed her onto the bed and fell on top of her.
"You sure you ain't up to round two?" The tip of him was prodding at her entrance. "I was planning to fuck you until the sun came up. We got a fuck ton of catching up to do." He was sucking just right on the sweet spot on her neck and she didn't care if he left a mark.
"I need to use the bathroom and clean up, and then you can…" her eyes widened and her hand came up to cover her mouth when the realization hit her. "Oh shit, you didn't use anything and I haven't been on birth control since the start! I think I have some plan B down in the clinic. I need to go get that, now!"
Negan rolled off of her and sighed. He pulled her against his warm chest, still damp with sweat and she could sense something wasn't quite right. His jaw clenched. She waited for him to speak.
"I'm going to tell you something no one else here knows, though my ex-wives may have figured it out if they had enough brain cells to put two and two together. Not too fucking likely though." Crimson sat up on her elbow so she could see him. His face was tense as he ran his tongue along his teeth, trying to find the words to say something that made him physically uncomfortable.
"You can tell me anything," she said. "I'm not some bimbo who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut about things that are no one else's business. I would never tell anyone something that could hurt you."
"You don't have to worry about getting pregnant with me. I can't have kids, doctors said it'd be a damn miracle if I ever knocked a woman up. Found out many years ago the first time I tried to have one but she just wasn't getting pregnant. Assumed it was her, but everything came back fine so I go tested. Turns out, all I got is blanks."
She placed her hand on his chest when his eyes wouldn't meet hers. He looked… ashamed. The barbed-wire bat named Lucille, the need for complete dominance, the harem of wives, the bloody and brutal force he loved to use, she thought she'd figured it out before but it suddenly made complete sense to her now. He was most definitely a man, everything about his tall, well-muscled form screamed masculinity. He had a full, thick salt and pepper beard. Even at his age, he was somewhere in his late 40s she guessed, his thick hair showed little signs of receding and she knew from running it through her fingers before that there were no bald spots hiding beneath it. As she just discovered, his manhood was most certainly not lacking, and neither were his skills to use it. His presence was powerful, commanding. He could make another man piss his pants just by looking at them a certain way. He was a man's man, through and through.
But the most primal thing that made a male human a man, the need to procreate and sow his seed, that was the invisible thing he was missing. She thought carefully before she spoke. He was so quick to anger and that wasn't something she wanted to see directed at herself. You didn't poke a vulnerable bear with a stick unless you wanted it to rip your face off.
"Considering the world went to complete shit and kids are pretty much a guaranteed snack for the dead heads, that's probably a good thing. I have no desire to bring a child into this world and I can't imagine how hard it is for everyone who already had them and lost them. Just look at everyone here, there's only 3 I can think of that have kids that are actually theirs, and only 1 still has all of them." He finally looked at her with a half assed smirk. "I'm very glad that's not something we have to worry about." Her hand trailed down his chest until it met with his half hard member. A few strokes later, his body relaxed and he was fully erect again. She moved her leg up around his hip, then pushed herself up until she was straddling him, both hands firmly massaging his chest. "I love that you can come inside me and we never have to worry about a thing. I'm going to go the bathroom and clean up. When I get back, we'll see if you really can fuck me until the sun comes up."
As it turned out, he could. And he did. Only the next round, or two, or three, they took their time. The basic primal need for one another had been satisfied, on the top of his desk no less. For the rest of the night the explored each other with kisses and caresses until she was sure they knew every mark, every scar, and every pleasure point the other had. As they laid in his bed, limbs tangled together, her eyelids so heavy she could barely keep them open, she looked up at him from that place her head rested so perfectly on his chest. The light of dawn was filtering in through the curtains and he looked so peaceful, so perfect. She wasn't crazy or delusional, he was a psychopath who was aroused by bashing in living people's brains and melting off half of their faces. He loved power and control, but, just maybe, he could love her too. As much as a true psychopath could love another person, anyway.
Her last thought before falling into a dreamless sleep was that, for the first time in a very long time, she felt happy. She was safe and satisfied in the arms of a madman.