A/N If you're bothered by smut you probably don't want to go any further. I know it's been awhile since I've updated so I apologize for that!

I'm ready for a wrong look from anyone to take out my aggression.

"Negan," Pork chop calls again.

I practically break the beer bottle slamming it on the counter.

"You been kinda… weird."

This motherfucker kills someone with a pork chop and calls me fucking weird. The Murphy thing is just fucking me up one side and down the other. My four-day streak of silence ends when someone lets themselves in after hours. "We're closed," I tell the intruder, then pray they'll start some shit. I'd love to knock someone's fucking teeth down their throat. I show her mine before pointing at the door she came through. "I said we're fucking closed."

"I miss you."

"Don't even give me that shit, Murphy. You know, I cried on your steps like a little bitch."

"I'm only trying to spare you the heartache."

"Save it. I've got work to do, get out."

She slams her small hand against the bar top. "F this s, Negan! I'm talking to you!"

I stare back at her a few times, blinking heavily. "Did you just say… f this s?"

"Yes. F it. It's a bar, who cares if it's clean?"

"Yeah, you're right." I yank her to me by her wrist. "You deserve margarita salt in your ass crack after you dismissed me like you did." I drop her on the bar rather aggressively. Not that I mean her harm, but I'm assuming she's not here for root beer.

She touches my cheek. "Talk to me."

"No, I'm done talking. I'm going to fuck you. Then you're going to take me home and burn me something to eat."

Her hand moves around the back of my neck and she pulls me to her lips.

I'm going to look like a fucking clown with all this lipstick everywhere. And it is everywhere. My ear. My neck. "Fuck." My cock. "You're not wasting any time, are you?"

"Time isn't really on my side."

"Way to kill my fucking boner, Murph."

"You don't seem to be having problems in that department."

"I liked it better when your lips were on my cock. You couldn't talk that way."

"I like my lips on you better, too. You didn't talk that way."

Fuck, is she right about that. Just muffled vowels or consonants. I don't know how she's even able to get me in her mouth on the bar like this, but she contorts like some cock sucking gymnast champ. She doesn't neglect my balls, either. Women always neglect your balls, but not her. I run my hand up her spandex and over her ass before giving it a sharp smack. I love the way it bounces in response at my touch. "Ow," I grunt when she smacks my balls.

"It's only fair."

I grab the waistband of her spandex and start tugging them off. "I'll show you fucking fair, woman." Shit, fuck. She's not wearing any panties. You gotta be fucking kidding me with this shit.

She parts her legs with a smirk, removing her shirt and bra. "Make sure you lap up the margarita salt, too."

Fuck! I drop to my knees and bury my face in slick wet heat. The tip of my tongue traces soft pink. I push my lips against her skin as she moans and grabs my hair. I'm such a bastard, only letting her think she's going to come before pulling away. "Sometimes I get a little carried away and can say some pretty vulgar shit."

"I don't care," she pants, grinding her clit harder against her fingers before helping herself find her release.

"Mmm, that's my girl. So fucking horny you can't even wait for my cock." I drop my shirt to the floor.

She throws her head back with a cry, turning her fingers faster. "Yes!"

I ease just the tip in her because I love the feel of a woman as she tightens around me.

"I almost swore that was so good."

I'll take that as a challenge and delve deep inside her. "Fuck, you're tight."

Murphy hauls off and slaps me. "Don't act surprised!"

"Shit, I wasn't! It was meant as a compliment, goddamn!"

"Sorry," she frowns, slapping me again.

"The fuck was that for?"

She throws her head back with a laugh.

Just for that, I grab a piece of ice and run it over her little peak.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," I mock her, doing it again, then trail it down her stomach. I tease her with it until it melts away. "God, you're fucking hot."

"I know," she moans, "it's why the ice melted."

I thrust all the way to the hilt. "That wasn't even clever."

Murphy braces the bar and pushes against me.

"Goddamn, woman." I grab her by the throat, feeling her tighten.

"You should get on your knees again."

I let out a heavy breath and still my hips. "I'm trying to fuck you."

"I want your tongue. I can use my dildo any time."

"Are you fucking with me right now? Like that butcher thing?"

"At least he knew how to use his tongue."

"Wh- I…" I send this woman into a frenzy. She regrets asking me because I don't just stop after the first one.

"No, stop, please. No more." She tries to move my head away.

I just laugh and watch her squirm. Jesus, I almost end up with a bald patch from how tight she's tugging. My fucking knees ache and my tongue is almost raw but I stand up in victory. I slap that pert little ass several times as she whimpers exhausted with each one. "Mouth. Cock. Now." I drag this out as long as I possibly can.

She fucking knows it because those eyes just burn up at me in frustration.

"I'm having fun." I'm not really sure what she muffles. I don't really care. This back and forth bullshit of us trying to one up each other is so fucking hot. She's a fucking tease. I'm a bastard. We're perfect.

Murphy throws her head back with a yell as her back arches and she takes all of me.

I run my index across her bottom lip. "Goddamn, you are the filthiest fuck I have ever met."

"I know," she moans, taking my finger in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck! You make my dick so fucking-" When the bell on the door moves, my eyes shift over to see the girl from the convenience store next door. "I think this just became a threesome."

Murphy licks up the side of my ear. "You can let her watch."

"Oh, god," the girl panics, hurrying from the bar.

"Well," Murphy starts, as she moves her fingers between her legs. "I can cross that off my bucket list."

"Fuck. Fuck. My fuck." My fingertips run up her torso, over her breasts and when I graze her perky nipples, I'm finally given my reward.

"Negan," Murphy whines.

"Oh, fuck yes, come for me, Murphy." That red lipstick shamefully smeared all over her face. Those flushed massive titties that I have came to so many times to in the shower. As I start to pull out, she yanks me back by the hips and I shoot hard inside her. There is no better feeling than this right here. Just frenzy simultaneous release. My hands brace the bar top as I moan heavily. "Fuck!"

"Oh, I can't possibly move right now."

I grab the bar gun and start to spray her off.

She whines, parting her legs more. "Don't make me any stickier."

God, she's a pervert. The way I like my women. "It's just water." It's actually really fucking practical.

"Jesus, this is hardly sanitary."

I don't even bother looking where it lands when I toss it towards the sink, then dry her off.

Murphy lets me dress her while her only concern is fixing her lipstick.

I slip on Murphy's heels for her before helping her down from the counter. "Maybe I sorta missed you, too."

Her arms lock around me as she scoots closer.

I kiss the top of her head before returning her hug. "So does this mean you've got your head out of your ass?"

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

"Yeah, I know what I'm getting into. I can still taste it on my lips."

Murphy studies the wall of dildos intensely before her eyes light up. "This one."

"This store is giving me a raging hard-on. They got some place in the back we can try this shit out?"

"They have dirty movies in the back."

"Hell fucking no. Guys blow their loads all over that floor."

"Do you folks need any help?"

I snap my head over my shoulder. "No, I don't need your fucking help picking out something to go inside of my girlfriend. How about you fuck off?" Of all the fucking places someone could ask if I need help, this ain't fucking one. What a nightmare. Now I'm all jealous thinking about some dude knowing what I'm going to be doing to Murphy later. "What are you smiling at?"

"You called me your girlfriend. It was just sweet."

I sigh heavily. "I'm losing my chubby here."

"You must not have seen these then."

Now, I've fucking seen everything. Or so I thought because it's some silicone torso with tits. "Holy shit. That's ingenuity at it's finest." I turn the box around some. "Four hundred dollars? Jesus. I need a loan just to fuck this thing."

"Yeah, but it has two openings."

"I'd rather play with your two openings," I smirk.

"Let's get some lube then."

Fuck, it's times like this I wish I didn't have a motorcycle. Though I'm not complaining on the ride home when she keeps reaching around and rubbing on my dick. I try to fuck her on this outside swing of hers but she goes inside her camper without me. Dammit. "What's the leather jacket doing here? You got a boyfriend I don't know about?"

"No, it's like Cinderella's glass slipper. The men I bring over I make them try it on and if it fits I know they're the one."

"You are such a weird broad, Murphy," I laugh.

"It's for you." She takes it from the back of the chair and hands it over.

"For me?"

"Yes. The you part implies you."

I've never had anything this nice before. This expensive. I know if I open my mouth and tell her that, she'd try and be funny by asking what she's going to do with her money after she's gone so I just graciously accept the gift.

"You can wear that and only that to bed."

Sweet fucking fuck. Play it cool, Negan. "What if I want to fuck you in it on your counter?" Fuck it, close enough.

"Why not both?"

I knew I liked this woman. "Goddamn, good fucking answer," I grin devilishly, giving her a sharp smack to her spandex.

The first time I really noticed that Murphy was sick was when she didn't fill out those pants. Every day it seemed like she was losing more and more weight.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Your ass." I try to hold it together. I try to be this support for her, but I can't. "I'm fucking scared, Murphy."

"Of my ass? It's not that bad, is it?" She twists to take a look at it but loses her coy grin when she sees I'm not playing. When she has a seat beside me, she takes my hand. "I've had a lot of time to come to terms with this, Negan."

"Well, I guess I'm just a pussy then."

"Negan, anything that we love comes around in another form. It will be alright, I promise."

"I didn't say I loved you." I give a chortle at my own words. "Christ, can't I retain some type of masculinity in this relationship?"

"What did you expect being with someone who has a dude's name?"

I pull this strange broad in my arms, resting my chin on her head. "Are my feelings for you that obvious?"

"No. But I want you to know before I'm too sick to tell you that I do love you. Thank you for making these last days actually worth something."

"I want to thank you, Murphy, for teaching me how to laugh. I was a real angry son of a bitch, but I don't feel that way anymore. It's something that will always stick with me."

"You have to laugh in life. It doesn't cost anything to do or give," she smiles.

It will cost something though. Murphy's life. Maybe not at this moment, but it will eventually. I hope that when it does happen, she'll look down on me and be proud of the man I'll become. And, if nothing else, I can make her laugh with the shit that comes out of my mouth.