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THERE WAS NO question about it, you had to get that tape. Your eyes darted over to Rick, sending an alarming message as you tried to figure out what to do. As if he knew exactly what you were thinking he shook his head, telling you to stand down. You've been with him long enough to know Rick wasn't stupid, whatever the reason was he wasn't going to let you go through with it.
"Lookie what we have here." Negan cooed as he took the small recording device in his hands. For a split second, you thought of disobeying your leader's direct order and destroying the tape once and for all. Not wanting your nudes to be spread around like wildfire amongst his group. "I—I don't think you want to open that." You say without thinking.
Instead of turning him away from the idea it drew his curiosity closer. "You do realize saying shit like that just makes me wanna open it that much fucking more." He spoke with a grin. You lunged forwards in a failed attempt to get the video from his grasp. "Aw you almost had it— come on, give it another shot." He said, dangling it high above your head.
It was clear he wasn't going to hand over the tape, and something told you asking nicely wouldn't do a damn thing. Trying to suppress your overwhelming emotions was proving to be a challenge. You used the rest of your strength to put the feelings of annoyance in check. There was no way of stopping the inevitable, only prolonging it further.
You took a deep breath to center yourself before backing away from the savior's leader. A sly smirk appeared on his face seeing as he wielded some sort of power over you. As he went to open the video camera there was a loud bang followed by the outcry of a young child. Without an ounce of hesitation, Rick hurried into the house and upstairs where Carl and Judith were.
"Shit— I wonder what that was all about," Negan murmured in a less than caring tone. He couldn't give two shits about what his men were up to, the only thing he was concerned about was getting his fair share of everything this town had to offer. He turned his attention back to you, swinging the camera around without a care in the world.
"Mind telling me why exactly you don't want me to open this?" Negan asked, giving you a shot to explain. At that moment you couldn't think of a believable excuse that would save your life. "I— uhm, it's..." You stammered, trying to come up with something, anything you could make as an excuse. He held out the videotape in front of your face, taunting you with it.
"Come on, convince me— do a good job and I may just have a reward for you." He spoke in a low sensual voice, throwing your focus off balance. Believable or not, how could you know he was going to not open it after you made up some white lie? He was too cocky for his own good, you figured that out pretty quickly.
"Are you seriously gonna make me count? That adorable little head of yours isn't screwed on right?" He asked, his light hazel eyes pricing right through you, with a devious smile curving the ends of his lips. He patiently awaited your answer before your eyes trailed down to the dirt beneath your feet. He let out a disappointed sigh. "Alright then darling, have it your way."
"3..."
"2..."
"1..."
In the last instant, you leaned forwards, placing your hand on his scruffy beard and tilting his head slightly downwards. The moment his lips met yours his mind went blank. It wasn't the ideal way of getting your way, but if it meant he would never see the video you were willing to do whatever it takes.
Your arm snaked around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Whilst he was distracted, your other hand took hold of the film. And for some reason, he didn't resist giving up the tape but instead allowed you to have your way with him. After a moment you melted in the action, once he started taking the lead you were surprised by how good of a kisser he was.
Soon after the kiss broke, both of you were out of breath from the prolonged make out session. You held the tape victorious. Not wanting to break it with all the memories stored inside, but if it came down to it you were willing to smash it into tiny pieces. "I must say that plan of yours wasn't half bad, I'll give you that." He admitted, wiping the back of his leather sleeve over his glossy lips.
"But now that you got me all worked up, who's gonna take responsibility?" Negan asked with a smirk on his lips. It was hard to avoid his tense gaze, every small move you made he watched like a hawk. His milk chocolate eyes swam with desire as his eyes peered into yours. He tucked his tongue in his cheek, glancing down your face to your lips. You tightened your grip on the videotape.
He noticed your minor hand movement and showcased a smile. "Oh darling, I can't just let that shit slide— I'm gonna need that back, now." He demanded in a more stern tone. Though you had no intentions of handing it over, for some reason you liked the way his serious voice sounded. Ordering you around like he was your leader, like he was Rick.
He seemed passionate about getting you in bed with him, and maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. With Rick out of the picture, you longed for someone who could provide you with the satisfaction you deserved. With his badass leather jacket and needy hazel eyes something inside of you craved a guy like him. A small smile appeared on your lips.
"Give me ten minutes of your time, and I'll be able to recreate everything on that tape." You say in a suggestive tone. He studied you for a moment, trying to figure out what your intentions were. "How about we make a deal, I'll take responsibility for what I've done— and in return all I ask is you leave the tape alone." You offered something that he just couldn't resist saying yes to.
This may be just a one time thing, but it was well needed. It felt like years since your last meet up with Rick, as he's been growing more distant. You longed for someone who could fill his shoes, craving the attention Rick once gave. You hoped he would say yes, knocking out two birds with one stone. Itching for another person's touch.
His eyes seemed content as he peered deeply into yours. With every passing second that he looked down upon you, you felt like your body was crumbling beneath his intense gaze. Feeling the hot puffs of his breath on your cheek you leaned forwards and whispered in his ear. "I can blow your mind."
