A/N Just a reminder that if for any reason this story disappears, it's also being posted on AO3 under the same title and author. I'm glad so many people enjoyed the last chapter. Smut is very difficult for me to write. I only have a few minutes to get this posted so I don't have time to leave shout outs to all my reviewers but you guys are amazing and thank you! If you're new to the story and liking it, please follow, favorite, and review! I really enjoy reading your thoughts on the story.
For any Harry Potter fans, I practiced some smut with a one-shot (very explicit) Draco/Hermione posted on AO3 and I may edit it to be appropriate and post here but feel free to check it out in its full content on AO3.
"Good morning, beautiful." Lips murmured as they softly brushed over her neck. Her eyelids were so heavy she struggled to open them in the morning sunlight. Her entire body was screaming at her to go back to sleep. She was comfortable with the warm body pressing into her back and more sleep seemed like a grand idea. Her muscles were sore, everywhere, and judging by the angle of the sun in the window, they had only slept for a few hours. She'd forgotten what a workout a sex marathon could be. The sun was shining brightly through the window now, mocking her.
She cracked open her eyes and was greeted by Negan's grinning face. Though she wasn't a morning person, she did like seeing his hair so mussed up in the late morning sunlight. His hand was brushing over her shoulder, down her chest, and over her hip where it gripped her and she knew she already had a bruise there without looking. She glanced down, her eyes still half-lidded with sleep and saw a spattering of marks across the front of her body. He had the look of a very satisfied man inspecting the evidence of last night's pleasure on her skin.
"Mmm, morning," she mumbled in her half awakened state. She stretched out, trying to get the blood flowing her to tired muscles. She rolled over and reached out for him, running her hands up his back, her fingers grazed a few marks her nails had left, then she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. "What time is it?"
"8 AM, we almost overslept. You tired me out," he grinned at her and she couldn't stop the slight blush that flushed her cheeks. "We have got a lot to do today."
"Why don't we save all that for tomorrow and go back to sleep? We were up until 6."
"We have to finish dealing with Dwight and Sherry," he said. "And by we, I mean I'm going to burn his face off and you're going to make sure he doesn't die. We do make a great team, don't we?" He was already excited about the thought of using his iron again. Who needs coffee to wake you up in the morning when you had Negan as excited as a kid in a candy shop? "And there's something I need you to look at."
"Fine. I need breakfast though. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. And coffee. A lot of coffee."
"Not a morning person?" She refused to dignify such a ridiculous question with a response but fixed him with a pointed look. He rolled away from her to stand up from the bed. He had no shame as the covers fell from his body, leaving his nude form standing proudly. It was different seeing him in the full light of the day. She could now see that the tattoo on his chest was a skull over his heart. Clothes or nude, there was no denying that he was a very attractive man.
"Like what you see?" he asked when he caught her staring.
"Do you have to ask?" she retorted, eyeing him up and down to make sure her message was clear.
"No, but I wanna hear you say it."
She sat up, the sheet falling away from her bare chest as she moved over to his side of the bed to stand up in front of him. She fingered the tattoo on his chest, inspecting it closer, tracing the outline of the skull with her fingertip. "I love what I see."
He grabbed her hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm that sent a shiver down her spine. "I know you want to keep me here, all to yourself, but we've got some work to do today before we can get back to the play."
"Fine," she sighed in resignation, her hand dropping from his chest. "I need to get to the clinic to check in with Cam and change his bandage anyway." She nibbled on her lower lip and looked up at him, her head tilting slightly to the side. "But we do need to get ready so you can at least come take a shower with me."
She wasn't sure if they came out of the shower cleaner than when they went in. His hands and lips had been everywhere at once and she wasn't sure if the moisture on her skin was more water or sweat. The sound of their wet skin slapping against each other when he took her against the shower wall was almost as loud as her screams as she came and she was sure half of Sanctuary heard them. He didn't like it when she was quiet so she didn't bother to try to be.
An hour later they emerged from his rooms, fully dressed and perfectly groomed. Well, Negan was perfectly groomed, his hair carefully slicked back. Watching him this morning, the way he slid his comb through his gelled hair, his movements so precise, it was obvious he'd been doing it like that most of his life. It raised a question in her mind and she asked it aloud, what did he do before all this? She was pleasantly surprised when he gave her an actual answer and not a redirect like he'd always done before. Used car salesman and high school sports coach. She laughed so hard she had to brace herself on the sink and told him it was fitting.
Now she was walking down the hall, her arm around the waist of her used car salesman turned post-apocalyptic psychopathic dictator, his free arm around her shoulder. Lucille, as always, was slung across his shoulder with his other arm. It was a silent public announcement. Doctor Crimson was off the market and very, very much off limits now. She was also very, very sore and hoped no one would notice if she wasn't walking quite right. Most of them stared at the floor as they kneeled when they spotted their leader, so maybe she would get lucky.
She also hoped no one would notice the ridiculous marks all over her neck. They'd both been a bit… aggressive the first round in his office. They were so deep and dark that there was no point in trying to cover them with makeup. She wasn't one to walk around with hickeys all over her neck and many other parts of her body that no one but him would see, but she'd left one on him too, just low enough that his shirt covered it. He'd left them all over her on purpose though she'd never say that to him. If he felt the need to mark her as his own, she'd allow him to do it once. But only once. Well, maybe more than once.
Breakfast was first so they headed straight to the cafeteria to eat. The place the Negan never ate because he ordered his food and had it delivered straight to his rooms. But, who would see her and all of her after-sex glowing up in his rooms? The initial breakfast rush was gone so there were several empty tables. She tried to direct him towards an empty one. Technically they were all empty when everyone jumped from their seats to kneel when they entered the room. He ignored her tug on his waist and took them straight over to the one full table in the place. It just so happened to be a soldier's table. With Jason. His entire crew was at the table. They were scheduled to go on a run to the local farm that was in the process of being converted into an outpost.
"Jason!" Negan greeted him with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He slammed Lucille down on the table and reached out to give Jason a squeeze on the shoulder that made him flinch. Jason usually knelt down on one knee, but the pressure on his shoulder forced him to drop his other knee to the floor. Negan's eyes were dark and his grip on her shoulder tightened. "How the fuck are you? Looked like you were having a great time last night."
"Yes sir," he was nervous, there was a slight tremor to his voice.
"That's good, because I had the time of my life last night!" he squeezed his shoulder a little harder. "You get my meaning?" His meaning was loud and clear to every soldier in the room, at least the ones that were at the party when she had arrived. She wasn't exactly pleased to be treated like a possession.
"Of course, sir."
"Good, I thought you would. You're a smart guy." Negan released his grip, but gave his shoulder one last smack with a little more force than one could call friendly. "I'll be joining you on your run today with my beautiful new wife. Tell Simon I'd like him and a few of his guys to come along too. The more the merrier, right?" There was a murmur of agreement from all of the men. "Good. Now get the fuck out of here and get ready, we leave in an hour."
She waited for the table to clear out before she spoke and slipped out from under his arm so she could face him. "I'm not your wife."
"Of course you are." He replied, slightly confused.
"No, I'm not," she crossed her arms across her chest and squared up her shoulders. "Just because we slept together doesn't mean I married you. And even if I did marry you, I want to make one thing very clear. You don't own me."
He sat down, swinging his tall legs over the seat and patted the seat next to him. She sat down her with back leaned against the table, her elbows propped up behind her. She looked him in the eye and lifted an eyebrow, waiting for his response.
"Fine, I don't own you. But you are my wife."
She held up her left hand and wiggled her fingers at him. "I don't see a ring on my finger. If I'm your wife, then that makes you my husband and a proper husband gets his wife a proper ring." She slid right arm down the table until her hand reached his own left ring finger. "And you need a ring too. If I'm off the market, so are you." She smirked at him.
"Alright, Wife, I'll get us a pair of rings. Are you going to be so damn demanding all the time?" he asked with a grin.
"Probably," she said, spinning around to tuck her legs under the table when their plates were delivered to the table. "But I'm worth it."
After breakfast, she stopped into the clinic to check on her patient before she headed out on whatever run Negan wanted to join in on. Cam was awake and alert. She checked his chart, Nancy had already given him his morning dose of antibiotics and a Vicodin. They chatted while she changed his bandage and cleaned the sutured wound. It was healing nicely and she told him so.
Just as she was wrapping it back up, a worker came in for stitches, escorted by Dave. Crimson hated Dave. Hate was a strong word, but it's exactly what she felt. He was… off. The way he leered at women when he thought no one was looking told her he wasn't someone she'd want to run into down a dark alley. Or anywhere, really. He hadn't violated Negan's very strict 'no rape' policy, that anyone knew of, or else he'd be dead. But she never turned her back to him.
The worker had a relatively small cut from mending the fences but it wouldn't stop bleeding. She clamped it, cleaned it, and stitched it up. Dave took a note of everything she did and everything she used. The poor man in his dirty sweat suit probably wouldn't have enough points to eat tonight now. She ordered he immediately eat to help his body recoup from the blood loss. Dave tried to make a note of that as well, but she snatched the pen from his slimy hands.
"He gets a sandwich, a real one with egg, cheese, bread, and lettuce. No points," she said.
"Everything cost point," he grumbled, sneering at her.
"Not the sandwich, doctor's orders. If you have a problem with that, take it up with Negan." He grumbled under his breath and grabbed 138 to escort him to the cafeteria. "And if I find out you subtract the points after you leave the clinic, I will take it up with you and I promise it won't end well."
She noted the patient's charts, cleaned up her mess, and headed to the front of the compound to wait for Negan. Five trucks were parked at the front of the gates. Saviors were hustling around, packing gun, ammo, and other supplies. It looked like they were heading to an outpost to pick up food and restock their ammo and other supplies.
She wasn't even startled with the familiar arm snaked around her shoulders.
"There's my beautiful wife. Everything squared away at the clinic?" Negan asked.
"Yes, everything's fine. Except Dave. I really don't like him."
"He's a creepy fuck. But he's never broken the rules."
"I have a feeling he will. We'll deal with it when it happens. Anyway, where are we going?"
"It's a surprise," he said in his sing song voice, his eyes bright with excitement. "Oh, and so is this." He reached into the cab of his favorite truck and pulled out her bow. "I thought you might like it back."
Her face lit up as she grabbed the bow and quiver from his hand. She ran her fingers over the limbs, grip, and string, making sure it was in the same condition as when it had been taken from her. She checked her sights, grabbed an arrow, and let it loose on one of the dead heads along the fence. It flew straight and true through the fence and into the skull of her mark. It hit the ground, the fletching end of the arrow protruding from the middle of its rotting forehead.
"Perfect! Good to know you didn't let anyone mess with it."
"God damn, you made that shot through the fence!" Negan exclaimed.
"I'm much better with a bow than a gun, especially at a distance. Bows are quiet, guns aren't, so take a guess at which one I used more often?"
"Makes sense. Ready to go?"
"Yes, but stop outside the fence so I can retrieve my arrow."
She cleaned the rotting flesh from the arrow as the trucks rumbled down the road.
It was only an hour long drive to get to their destination. It was a gated farm. The welded wire and t-post fence was in the process of being reinforced with steel beam posts and solid metal 7 feet high. She guessed the entire farm was about 20 acres and that fencing would take some time before it was complete. She could see Saviors patrolling the fence line with scoped assault rifles. They were climbing up and down ladders stationed as makeshift watch towers to give them a better view point. It was a smart system to use until the metal fence was complete.
There was a small 2 story farm house in the middle of the land. It was a light blue with a white wrap around porch typical of an old farm house. There was a good sized barn, at least twice the size of the house, on the right side. The old red paint was chipping and peeling from the wood, but the roof was solid and the wooden walls were in great condition. She could see a few acres towards the back of the property were reserved for growing food. The rest of the land was split into several pastures and she could see cows, pigs, and a couple of horses munching away on the grass in the distance.
The gates were opened when they arrived and immediate shut after the last truck pulled in. She jumped out of the truck and Negan was right behind her. It felt so good to have her bow over her back again along with her .380 tucked into its waistband holster and her favorite knife strapped to her thigh. She felt like herself again, ready for anything the world could throw at her.
Or so she thought. Negan told her all about the place, an old farmer and his wife and children had managed to keep themselves alive and the place was never over run by the dead. It was pure luck that a herd never came their direction. Simon had shown the benefits of letting the Saviors take over the operation of the farm, but the farm and his family still lived in the house and earned their keep by teaching other workers the lay of the land and the ways of agriculture.
It all sounded great until they were close enough for her to see the animals. Their ribs and hip bones were protruding. Not a single animal was even close to an acceptable weight. The horses' hooves were too long, but not so long that they hadn't been tended too sometime in the last few months. When they walked into the barn, it was decently clean and organized which she hadn't expected based on the condition of the animals themselves.
Negan introduced her to Trevor, the Savior in charge of operations at the farm. He was a burly looking man who had more fingers than teeth. She didn't let him finish saying hello before she snapped at him.
"These animals are in terrible condition. There's plenty of pasture here and fresh hay stored in that barn. I thought it was common sense that if something is skinny, you feed it more. Why are they in such poor shape?" Her sharp tone turned a lot of head in her direction. The people Negan deemed important enough were inside the barn with them.
"We was trying to stretch the food," Trevor answered. "Makin' hay is hard, takes up a bunch of time. Not like it's a big deal, they're just animals and we're gonna eat 'em."
Her movements were quick and precise. In exactly one second, she pulled the .380 from her waistband, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger. Warm, sticky blood spattered across the side of her face and her shirt. The sound of the echoing gunshot was followed by a stunned silence.
She turned to Negan who was looking at her like he was going to grab her and take her right there, in front of everyone. "I've always wanted to do that. Every time some asshole treated their animal like they weren't a living, breathing being, I just wanted to shoot them in the face. Now, I can. I guess there is an upside to the apocalypse." She turned to face the crowd before she spoke again, her voice stronger and louder than before. "You know, Ghandi once said 'A nation's greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members.' Isn't that what we're trying to build here? A great nation? Rebuild civilization? How great and civilized can we be if we treat our weakest members, the ones that we trap in a cage or a fence so they can't fend for themselves anymore, like this?" She thought it was a bit ironic that she was talking about greatness and civility with a dead man's blood spattered across her cheek I'll give you the answer but oh well. They were listening. Except maybe Negan, he was just looking at her with that primal look like he was thinking about all the ways he could devour her. "We aren't. That kind of attitude and behavior won't be tolerated. Any questions?" Everyone shook their heads. No one spoke.
She could hear Negan's heavy footsteps right behind her as she left the barn. The moment the warm sunlight hit her face, his hand wrapped around her arm and slammed her into the barn wall. His lips crushed hers while his hands lifted her ass until she wrapped her legs around his waist. Then his hands were all over her. Under her shirt, his fingers set her skin on fire while his lips found unmarked flesh on her neck to suck on and his hips ground into her tender womanhood. She didn't even notice her bow was digging into her back because when he was on her like that, he was all she could think of.
"God I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get home," he muttered against her neck. She moved her hands from his hair to his chin and tilted his face to look at her. He had streaks of red across his cheek from the blood on her and for some insane reason, it turned her on more.
"Why wait? The back of the cargo van is empty and the windows are blacked out." He didn't think twice about her suggestion. A minute later, the van rocked when he took her hard and fast, exactly the way she wanted him too and her screams of "oh god!" and "yes!" and "fuck don't stop!" told anyone within a thousand feet how much she liked it.