Chapter Ten

Young God

Negan and I had sat in the lab for hours as I hashed out every detail of how I wanted this to work. I drew him a detailed map of Purcellville and wrote down the guard changes at the posts around the walls. Everything I knew would be important was laid out and talked about. Negan nodded his head as I talked, asking quiet questions when he needed clarification on something.

At the end of the conversation, Negan had looked over at me, a softness in his eyes that had my heart beating out of rhythm for a moment.

"What?" I asked.

"You really are fucking brilliant. You know that, right?"

I just stared at him for a few seconds, not sure what to say. I'd never done well with accepting compliments.

"Oh, thanks," I mumbled and looked away, knowing damn well my cheeks were starting to resemble the color of a strawberry.

Negan chuckled and stood up from the stool he was sitting on beside me, gathering the papers we had scribbled on and stacking them.

"Do you think you can have everything ready to go in a month?" He asked, looking down at me.

"Of course."

"Good, because finding ammo is impossible now. We have next to nothing left. Everyone's been instructed only to use their guns when abso-fucking-lutely necessary."

"Well that shouldn't be a problem for you again, boss man," I replied, standing from my chair and stretching my body out, making a groan fall from my lips. "Fuck, we were sitting too long. What time is it now?"

"Eight. Do you want to come upstairs with me and fill the rest of those fucks in?" He asked, smiling at me and effectively blinding me with his dimples.

"Yeah, of course. Lead the way."

Negan started making his way towards the door, me close on his heels.

He stayed silent as he walked, his forehead scrunched like he was deep in thought. I finally started recognizing our surroundings, seeing the door to my bedroom up ahead of us.

"We're gonna stop at your room real quick, so you can get changed before we meet everyone," Negan said, opening my bedroom door. "But before you start your bullshit, you're not going to go speak to those men dressed like that. I'm not in the mood to fuck someone up for saying something vulgar."

I breezed past him, into my room, and cocked an eyebrow in his direction.

"You're vulgar, Negan."

"But I'm fucking allowed to be. Now find something to wear."

He gently shut the door behind him, kicked off his boots, and walked to my bed. In a less than graceful way, he threw himself back onto my bed and made himself comfortable. He tucked his hands behind his head, crossed his legs at the ankle, and looked up at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes.

I made a very conscious effort not to look at him too long. I was riding a high that I hadn't experienced in a very long time. Having my own space to work that I had complete control over. How kind Negan had been to me yesterday and this morning, how he made sure I was okay. All of these had put my head in the clouds and it would take a while before I crash landed to Earth again.

I didn't notice how effortlessly delicious he looked in a t-shirt and jeans that he had slept in the night before. I didn't notice how said t-shirt had rode up, revealing a section of hard stomach. And I definitely didn't notice how good his arms looked in that position. No, I didn't notice any of those things.

I turned around quickly, not being able to take it if he knew I was checking him out.

Making my way to the small closet in the corner, I sifted through the few things I had hanging up. I needed to do laundry at some point soon, as most of the clothes that Negan had someone put in here for me before I actually moved in were dirty. Deciding on a light blue sundress with thin straps, I pulled it from the closet and shut the door.

I turned to the dresser to the left of the closet and opened the top drawer to snatch out a pair of white lace panties. I didn't have many options left, as I had already worn every pair that were actually comfortable. I sat everything on the top of the dresser.

I glanced up at Negan. His eyes were still closed and I realized that he was trying to give me some privacy. It made me smile a little.

I faced away from him and pulled the sports bra off and slid the shorts down my legs, throwing them to the laundry basket in the corner. I looked back at him and paused for a moment.

God, he was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it.

I'll be waiting for you when the smoke clears.

His voice repeated that over and over in my head.

The smoke hadn't cleared. My life was still in the middle of a full blown dumpster fire that wasn't going to sputter out anytime soon. But that didn't mean I didn't want to touch him right now. Even if my emotions were all over the place and what I wanted changed by the hour, I wanted to feel him.

Making a split second decision that surprised even myself, I started walking towards my bed. I didn't know if I should chalk it up to the fact that this man had literally saved me or that he put so much trust into my plan or maybe that he had expected nothing from me last night when he'd slept beside me and left me have my bad day, but I carefully crawled onto the bed, naked, watching his face the entire time.

When I swung my left leg over his hips to where I was straddling him and sat down on him, Negan's eyes popped open. His amber eyes went wide but his hands immediately went to my hips, his thumbs gently pressing into the soft flesh on the inside of my hip bone. His mouth opened and closed multiple times as his eyes scrolled up my body, from between my thighs to my eyes.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" He asked, his voice coming out deeper than normal.

Before I lost my nerve entirely, I put my shaking hands on the bed on either side of his head and leaned down until my nose brushed his. He sucked in a breath, his hands clenching a little harder on my hips. We had kissed before. He had done incredibly filthy things to me with his mouth and I had returned the favor eagerly. Fuck, a month ago he had pinned me to his bedroom wall and kissed me. But this… for some reason, this felt like the first time he kissed me all over again.

"Kissing you."

And my lips touched his lightly, barely making actual contact. Butterflies erupted in my stomach immediately. They always did when I was touching him. I pulled back barely and opened my eyes, searching his face. His pupils were blown wide with lust and he looked at me with awe on his face that had my heart doing backflips again.

I pushed my lips back to his, harder this time, and my hands moved from the bed to rest on his cheeks. As soon as my palms touched him, Negan let out a groan that vibrated through my body. I could feel him growing harder underneath me. I moved my hips, his jeans providing the friction I needed between my thighs.

Negan's right hand left my hip and circled around the back of my neck, his fingers sliding up into my hair and grabbing a handful roughly as he held my lips to his. A small whimper escaped my throat as his tongue slid against my bottom lip. My mouth parted automatically, allowing his tongue to slide in and stroke against mine.

His hips jerked up to mine softly, causing another whine to fall from me, and I started moving against him in a slow circle. I was desperate for that friction, needed it.

The hand curled in my hair jerked my head slightly to the right and Negan moved his lips down my neck, kissing, sucking, and drawing circles with his tongue.

"Tell me what you want, wildflower," he growled into my neck, biting down on my pulse point before licking it in a way that had my thighs shaking.

I couldn't find my voice, or even think a coherent thought, as he continued his delicious assault on my neck. Negan sat up, his mouth never leaving me and the hand in my hair and one on my hip keeping me steady, and scooted back until his back was against the wall.

"Use your words, doll. Tell me what you fucking want," he said again, his teeth nipping at my collarbone.

"Fuck… Negan, I want you. Please, I just want you," I said, the words coming out in moan.

Suddenly, he flipped us. I was on my back with my feet planted on the bed and he was settled between my legs. His mouth finally pulled away from my neck and he sat back on his knees, looking down at me. My mouth parted slightly as I looked up at him. He looked every inch of a God in that moment, his hair messy and his cheeks slightly flushed.

My breath was coming out shaky and my hands were trembling in anticipation as I stared at him. From the way he looked at me, I knew I was having the same effect on him.

His eyes lazily made their way down my body again, pausing on my hardened nipples before continuing downward, stopping between my parted knees. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, before his eyes snapped back to mine.

Keeping his gaze on me, he reached out and I felt his thumb slowly trace up the lips of my pussy before pushing in and rubbing a circle around my clit. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened.

Fuck, this is what I needed.

"Say no and I'll leave this room right now, baby," he murmured.

"Negan… I need you."

And that was all it took to break whatever it was that was stopping him.

He jerked his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. I had a moment to take him in, the tattoos on his chest and covering his arm. My tongue darted out to lick my lips. He watched the motion before a grin spread across his face and his eyes turned predatory.

He backed up a little and then slowly lowered himself, keeping his eyes locked on mine, until he was centimeters from my heat. I could feel his breath on me.

His eyes drifted from mine and locked between my legs. I felt heat rise in my cheeks.

"God damn, wildflower. You are perfect. So fucking perfect," he whispered, the sincerity in his voice causing me to shiver.

He pressed a kiss to each thigh and I let out another whimper.

"Negan, please…" I begged, not even completely sure what I was begging for at this point.

"So fucking needy, baby," he tsked, as a finger lazily slid over my clit, causing my hips to jerk off the bed. "Fuck, you're soaked."

He continued to swirl his index finger around my clit, not applying any sore of real pressure.

"Please put your mouth on me, Negan. Please, fuck," I groaned.

He chuckled and looked up into my eyes, his grin stealing the breath from my lungs.

"Since you asked so nicely," he purred, but made no move to get closer to me, instead opting to keep his eyes locked on mine and his finger still circling me.

All of the patience I possessed left my body and I reached down and curled my fingers in his hair. His eyes widened a fraction before a hungry gleam settled in them.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your fucking food?" I gritted out, before pulling his face toward my waiting sex impatiently.

He let out a low laugh before his tongue finally made contact with my clit. I moaned so loud that I knew someone on this floor had to have heard me.

His tongue flicked and swirled around me, drawing cries from my mouth. He slowly slid two fingers deep inside me and expertly found the right spot immediately. He started a steady rhythm, pumping his digits in and out of me while he sucked my clit between his lips and stroked it with his tongue. It was too much. All of it was too much and I felt the familiar tension in my lower stomach start to build within minutes.

"Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Negan," I moaned, my hands pushing his face into me harder.

Only a few more thrusts of his fingers later, I shattered. I absolutely fell apart, calling out his name again and again, until I finally started to come back to reality. One of my hands fell to the bed, the other slid down to his cheek, wanting to feel him under my fingers. His eyes met mine and stayed locked there as he slowly pulled back, placing a kiss to my sensitive clit, and then rested his chin on my hip bone. His fingers stayed inside me, barely moving.

"Holy fuck," I whispered, my thumb running across his cheek bone.

"You taste just as good as ever, wildflower," he said quietly, a smirk playing on his lips.

I started to pull him up towards me by his arm, not wanting to wait anymore for him to move. He obliged, crawling up my body, and slammed his mouth on mine. His face was still damp and I could taste me on him, which only made me kiss him more frantically as my hands found the top of his jeans and I started unbuttoning them.

He pulled back and looked at me with a confused tilt to his head.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"I want you inside me, Negan. Right fucking now.," I responded, focusing all of my attention on getting his pants off.

Surprise replaced the confusion. I knew he was remembering all of the times I told him I wanted to wait. What he didn't know was that I only shut it down before it got that far because I was scared he would get tired of me. I didn't have that fear now, or maybe I was just beyond the point of caring about it.

"Negan, I need it. Please, don't be a fucking gentleman right now. Just fuck me," I breathed, finally getting the button to pop out and pushing his zipper down.

"Well, fuck. Don't have to tell me twice, doll," he laughed, finally helping me pull his pants down before he kicked them off the bed.

He sat back on his knees and watched me again for a moment. He was looking at me like I was something important, something precious, taking in my naked body. And the look in his eyes made every part of me burn with a need that left me breathless.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Piper," he breathed his hand reaching out and trailing up the side of my body.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His handsome face, the hard planes of his body, the thick, hard length hanging between his legs. He pulled his hand back from me and slid it down his dick, pumping it a few times. I'm so fucked for this man.

"So are you, Negan."

He let out a low growl and then was on me, his lips slamming down on mine before kissing his way down to my neck. He sucked and bit at my throat like he couldn't get enough. My hands slid up his arms, across his shoulders and into his hair. I jerked his head to mine and kissed him again, putting everything I was feeling into that kiss as he lined himself up with my entrance before slowly pushing in.

My back arched off the bed and a garbled moan fell from my lips. He continued pushing, my walls stretching around him almost painfully. He was so fucking big. I slid one hand to his hip, trying to pull him into me faster, needing to feel more of him. He took the hint and thrust into me fully, letting a low groan out. My breath hitched when he bottomed out and my eyes closed at the sensation.

"Fuck, you have no idea how many times I thought about this. But the reality is so much fucking better," he muttered, his lips grazing mine with each word, as he pulled out and thrust into me again, giving me no time to adjust to him.

I pressed my lips to his as emotion clogged my throat. Apparently my inability to accept a compliment didn't improve with sex.

His elbows came to rest on either side of my head and he set a steady pace as he continued fucking me into the bed. My legs came up to wrap around his body. His lips alternated between kissing me passionately and trailing down my neck to suck on the tender skin there.

"So fucking tight, wildflower. You're taking me so well," he murmured between kisses. "So fucking perfect and so. Fucking. Mine." He slammed into me with each word, my fingers digging into his back hard enough to leave marks.

I felt the rush, the coil tight in my lower abdomen, about to snap.

"Negan, uh, fuck, Negan, I'm going to come. Please, please Negan," I moaned, my eyes clamped shut.

"Open your eyes, wildflower. Look at me while you come," he growled.

My eyes snapped open and locked with his dark ones.

"That's it, gorgeous girl. Let me feel you come on my dick, Piper. Now."

His deep voice shot through me and I felt the coil snap. My back arched and my head pressed back into the bed as he continued to murmur praise.

It felt like I was having an out of body experience as my orgasm ripped through. Negan never let up and his thrusts just became harder and harder until I felt his hips stutter a couple times and he let out a long groan. His body sagged down on top of mine and his head returned to my neck.

I slid my hand up his back, my fingertips skating down his spine lightly as we laid there, catching our breath.

"That was… fuck, wildflower. That was amazing," he sighed, kissing my collarbone lightly and rolling off of me.

I followed him over, resting my head on his chest and placing my hand on his lower stomach. Still unable to talk, I listened to his heartbeat under my ear.

"What brought that on?" Negan asked curiously.

I tilted my head up towards him and smiled.

"Everything. For the lab, for listening to me, for trusting me, for staying with me last night," I said, lifting my hand up to touch his cheek.

Instead of responding, Negan pulled me tighter to him and buried his face in my hair.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but I'd decided I was good with it.

But eventually Negan started trailing kisses down my face and neck, telling me we had to go meet with the rest of the Saviors and go over everything. I grumbled and groaned, but forced myself out of our bubble.

I crawled out of bed and made my way to the small table in my room that I kept some napkins on. As soon as I grabbed one, I heard Negan huff.

"What are you doing?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me from where he sat at the end of the bed.

"Cleaning myself up?" I said slowly, tilting my head in confusion.

"You don't touch that pussy, Piper. I want you to feel me dripping out of you the rest of the day," He commanded.

I stood there, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

I felt heat rise in my abdomen again.

Oh, wait, am I into this? No, definitely not. Hold on, actually I think I am.

"Oh… Okay," I mumbled, my cheeks heating to a really uncomfortable temperature. I grabbed my underwear and dress and Negan just watched me, a proud expression on his face.

As I pulled the dress over my head, adjusting it around my chest, I felt Negan step up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. He leaned down, his lips lightly pressing to my shoulder.

"You know," he started, mouth still pressed to my exposed skin, "If I would've known it just took a good fuck to get you to do what I said, I would've tried a little harder to make this happen a long time ago."

I could hear the smile in his voice.

"No, you wouldn't have," I said, spinning around to face him, my hands resting on his shoulders, "The back and forth is part of the foreplay."

I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him, before turning around quickly and making my way to the small mirror in my room. I heard Negan chuckle and start to pull his clothes on. I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to fix my hair. It was big and fluffy, tangled in some spots. I looked like I'd just been fucked. I ran a brush through it and then applied a little mascara.

Taking in my appearance once last time, I started to turn before my eyes caught something. I stepped closer to the mirror to make sure I wasn't imagining it. That motherfucker left bite marks and hickeys all over the side of my neck.

"Oh, I was hoping you wouldn't notice those," Negan said with a smirk.

I whirled on him as he stood up from pulling his boots on.

"Why would you do that? Are we in high school?" I asked, my voice raising in exasperation.

"I think they look real good on you, doll. Just need to make sure that everyone knows you're mine."

He sent me a wink and went to grab his leather jacket that had been laying on the back of a chair since yesterday. He started making his way across the small room to the door.

"I'm not a piece of property, Negan. But does that mean I get to mark you up like this, then? Stake my claim on you?" I asked, shooting him a glare and following after him.

"You can. But it's not necessary. Everyone knows that I've been yours since the day I met you, wildflower."

My steps faltered for a second as I looked at him, my eyes widening for a moment. But Negan's face gave away nothing, acting like he had no idea that my heart did a backflip and butterflies just took up residence in my belly again.

"Come on, doll. We have soldiers to get in line." Negan murmured, placing his hand on my lower back and leading me out of the room.

I couldn't even remember what had gotten me so annoyed with him five seconds ago.