leather - negan x reader

chapter thirty-eight - fade into you

tw: nothin much, just some fluff and mentions of vomit - i honestly can't remember if this is edited but i feel bad leaving this story when i have some unedited stuff written

after a few days, we end up back at the clubhouse. we arrived very early in the morning, some time around 4 a.m. no one was up, and i was perfectly okay with that, it was the whole point in us leaving so early.

we fell back in bed, limbs tangled and all.

5 hours later...

i hear i low whimper, then feel cold air hit my body as my limbs are detangled from him and his lips touch my forehead. i kept my eyes closed, waiting to hear what he was doing. i hear my shower turn on, then the sound of clothes hitting the ground.

after a few minutes of stretching and rubbing my eyes, i pull myself from bed. i strip, then climb into the shower with him. i wrap my arms around his waist, laying my cheek against his back. "mornin'," his gruff, sleepy voice soothes me.

"mhm," i murmur, closing my eyes.

"can't sleep in here, love."

"yes, i can," i say, unmoving.

he grabs each of my wrists, spinning around and letting them fall back against his back. my cheek lands on his chest now. he kisses the top of my head before tilting my chin up to him. my eyes had opened by now, letting me look into his before he kissed me. it was a quick one, one couples do all the time. it was simple, no lust involved.

"you awake now?" he says, breaking the kiss.

"mhm," i tighten my hold on him, pressing our skin together.

"can't shower with you holdin me like this, pretty girl."

"that's a you problem," i snuggle back into his chest.

he chuckles, "how about we shower, then i'll let you do this without complaints?"

"i guess," i pull back. after we shower, i'm back against his chest under my sheets. i laid on top on him, my legs on either side of him and my head on his chest.

"what are we doing today, love?"

"i dunno, love."

his hands slide under my thighs, then up to my ass. "i don't know either, but you gotta eat a full meal today." i groan, furrowing my brows together. he tilts my chin up, "you got to."

"i know, but still," i drop our gaze.

"i know," he sighs, "but you can't let it consume you. you do this and i'll watch that movie you've been trying to get me to watch for months. deal?"

a slight smile cracks through my frown, "deal." he was totally gonna hate twilight, like totally hate. but, as a sworn twilight fan, my significant other must at least watch it once. I'll admit the books are way better, but it's something about how cringey the movies are that make me rewatch it. "you're totally gonna hate it."

"i'm sure i will, darlin'." his hands slid down to my thighs, scooting me up on his chest. i'm straddling him with a smirk.

"what'd you do that for?"

"no reason," he smiles, his hands returning to my ass.

"mm, really? no reason?" i sit back, rocking my hips over his bulge.

he groans as pushes my shirt up. i reach my arms up, pulling my shirt off. "well there might be a reason," his eyes lock on my breasts. i slide my hands under his shirt, pushing it up. his chest was hot - well yes, it was hot, but his temperature was unusually high, making me worry.