ELEANOR . NEGAN

042.

Something was off its axis when Eleanor woke up.  A dull ringing was irritating her left ear whereas her right was silenced by a piece of hard chest. Chest? Oh fuck. It was like urgency that Elle lacked last night came back tenfold at the hardness beneath her. 

Without thinking, she brought her hand down onto the chest, a low emitted groan following afterwards. She went wide eyed. "Negan?"

"Who the fuck else would it be, doll?"

Elle let out an aloud and annoyed huff and got up onto her knees, looking around her like she was in a foreign place. Back in Wales or something like that. Her nightie was still on, but her skin was decorated with purple little bites starting by the curve of her jaw to the fullness of her breasts.

"Oh, my fucking God." She drawled, immediately jumping from her bed to run to the ensuite in her bedroom. It had a shared door for Maya, please do not be awake. "Negan!" This can't be happening, physically can't be happening, but then she was in front of her mirror looking like she got attacked by a purple paint gun. 

In a few minutes of her contemplating feigning a sickness or running away forever, she turned her eyes in the reflection to see a very tired Negan leaning against the doorframe. He had no top on, and his trousers were resting low on his hips. Fuck. She diverted her eyes straight away, it made him laugh.

"This isn't a joke, Nelly." She mumbled, the pads of her fingers skating across the bruises. "Daryl is gonna come through that front door any minute now. I can't fucking do that!"

"Fuck me, Doll. Calm your shit." He mumbled, sleep still tainting his words which only made him ten times better. Like she was food he so longed for, he slowly moved behind her and snaked his arms around her waist, hiding his head away in the curve of her neck and pressed soft and slow kisses to her skin. Actually fuck my life. "Let me show you a good time, doll."

"No."

He groaned into her skin and she could feel the ripple of the vibration, it made her shiver. "Don't be a dick, sunshine. You was so fucking good."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Not before I kill both of you." That fucking voice, Negan thought, always ruining good things. The opposite door of the bathroom was open and Maya was standing there with her toothbrush in her hand. "I actually hate you."

"Hate you more, kid."

"Oh, fuck off."

"Language-" Elle said but she figured none of them would listen to her. Negan left her body (but still kept a hand to her waist) and looked at Maya like she was the source of all his problems, Maya looked back like she wanted to throw up.

"Get a top on." Maya begged, her eyes not clutched shut. "You're making me want to cry."

"Cry then."

"Negan!"

"What?!"

With a groan, she grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste and even the hairbrush and gave them both a pointed look. You know, that look when you get caught red-handed by one of the scariest people in the place. It made Maya freeze up, and definitely Negan too. "I'm going downstairs, to get ready. Maya - get ready for babysitting."

"Wait, no-"

"Negan, get fucking changed."

"Now, hang on, doll-"

"Now!"

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