quiet voices. chapter ten.
SUMMARY; darcey doesn't want to rush. negan promises they can take their time.❝ this could really be a good life
a good, good life ❝
——DARCEY WATCHED as her father and uncle scurried out of the room, negan grinned as the men flung out of his office, undoubtedly in fear from the leader shouting at them. he pulled darcey down into his office chair on top of him, and the girl squirmed as her father and simon looked back at them, steve looked rather confused, while simon was grinning and shaking his head at the two. darcey had to wonder what he was like now that he didn't think she was dangerous. it made darcey uncomfortable that her father saw negan pull her into his lap, surely now he would know something was up with the two, darcey wouldn't even know what to call it if someone asked.
darcey watched them leave, simon shutting the door behind them all, before she looked up at negan, wondering what they were going to do now, but he went and asked something she hadn't been expecting.
"you know what a safe word is?" negan suddenly asks, darcey frowned as he looked seriously down at her. she wasn't sure where that came from, and surprisingly, she did know what a safe word was. it was embarrassing to admit that she did, but it was only because that would potentially mean admitting to reading smutty fanfiction back before the end, it was truly an accident! she didn't mean to stumble upon it, but she did.
she nodded anyway, deciding there wasn't a point in lying to him. "r-red means... stop."
"oh! someone was reading something naughty!" negan teased, only to immediately stop when she seemed to curl in on herself, not the part of the relationship where he could tease her about those things just yet. darcey had shrunk her shoulders in and scooted down a bit, turning her head to the side to hide her face against his shirt.
"never mind that, at least your example wasn't pineapple, do you know what they're for?"
"you s-say it in-instead of n-no or stop..." darcey stammered. she'd never really gotten why you didn't just say no or stop, those seemed like they should be jarring enough. why wouldn't you stop if someone simply just said that word? she was sure negan would have an answer to that question, he seemed to have one for every wondering thought she had when it came to things like this, and she guessed that was a good thing, at least she could assure herself that negan knew what he was doing.
"do you know why?" negan pried, wondering just how much she knew. when darcey shook her head in answering, he pushed his fingers back into her hair. "when things get really intense you might be tempted to tell me no, or stop, or even shake your head at me, but you might not really mean it. when people are rough with each other sometimes stop means more and no means harder. we both need a way to know we really mean it, if i say the safe word you better stop moving and whining just as fast as i would." though, he wouldn't ever lose his control on her, he'd be careful, and prepared to stop always. darcey didn't know what to say, was he going to be rough with her? like when he was spanking her, or did he mean something different? darcey squirmed, not sure what to say next.
negan used his other hand to brush his thumb along her jaw. "or, just like this. you're so quiet, i can use it to check on you when i think you're not into it anymore. if i ask what your color is you can tell me red for stop, yellow for slow down or you don't know, or green for keep fucking doing that to me."
darcey was trying to find her words when negan pulled her closer to kiss her jaw. her eyes widened slightly as she looked at him, before she asked. "i can s-say red any t-time and... you'll stop?" her head titled to the side with a wondering expression. it upset him how shocked she was by this, as if she thought it was normal for one to continue something the other didn't want to for their own pleasures.
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