The Only One | Negan

20. Practice

Bird songs and warm sunshine filled the room. I opened my eyes slowly, sighing. The sheets were soft and comfy and I didn't want to get up.
I could sense the faint smell of coffee as I stretched like a cat in the bed and looked around.

The bedroom looked even more beautiful in the sunlight pouring from the huge windows - dark green walls with beautiful ornaments and furniture that complimented the color combination.
I straightened up, swinging my legs from the bed and rubbing my eyes to wake up. Negan was up already, my wristwatch telling me it was a bit over 9 AM. Now that was truly oversleeping. I haven't gotten up this late in a long time.

I strolled down the stairs to see Negan in the kitchen, watching over an old coffee maker on the stove with great concentration.
I sneaked behind him and startled him, which won me a little jump. He turned around and raised a brow.

"Good morning to you too." He greeted, peering back at the coffee maker. "When am I supposed to take this shit off the stove?"

"You've never used a coffee maker before?" I gave him a quizzical look, smirking. "Jeez, I thought you were an adult."

"Look, sweetheart, I've used coffee machines. I'm not a hundred years old to use one of these." He said in agitation, motioning to the coffee maker and it made me laugh. It was funny how a small thing like a coffee maker made him struggle, but the grander things like planning, killing, and leading a whole community didn't.

"Let me see, boss." I lifted the lid of the coffee maker and peered inside. Coffee was already starting to pour from the top, sizzling. I closed the lid and turned to Negan with a smile. "You're doing great, it's working. Good job."

I patted his broad shoulder and he again looked at me with a raised brow. Before I knew it, he pushed me back to the counter and pressed his lips against mine with such intensity that my mind went completely blank and my heart made a looping in my chest.
I didn't really think it through as I returned the kiss, my fingers tangling into his hair. He hummed softly, hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I didn't expect that. He really took me by surprise, but I couldn't bring myself to pull away and I didn't want to either. His lips felt like heaven, like an escape from reality.
I couldn't resist his scent, his eyes, his voice. Without a warning, he cupped my butt and lifted me up to place me on top of the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself against him. My mind was in a haze, I felt as if I was floating. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth and I couldn't help but moan.

The loud whistling and sizzling of the coffee maker pulled us out of whatever the hell we were doing. Negan groaned in agitation, meanwhile, I tried my best to catch my breath. My cheeks were probably the deepest cherry color to ever exist. I hopped off the counter, moved the coffee maker to the side, and busied myself with washing two cups to pour the coffee into. Negan obviously wasn't happy with the interruption, sighing deeply behind me.

What should I say? Should I say anything at all? Why did I even allow for this to happen? It wasn't the place, nor the time to let my feelings spree out. If only I could suppress them for a bit longer. Starve them out somehow. Or until, just like it happened with Daryl, they completely disappear. But I had a feeling that the more I tried to fight the storm, the bigger the chances of falling overboard would be. Nevertheless, I had to contain myself in order to be fully concentrated and intact for this mission. I couldn't let my emotions rule over my state of mind.

"I'm sorry." Negan's voice suddenly pierced the awkward silence. "I'm obviously incapable of staying away from you." I turned around to face him. He grinned and sat back on the chair, resting his hands on his stomach. "You're like pure fucking cocaine and I'm obviously a hooked-up junkie, for the lack of a better reference. You know, once you get the taste, you can't get enough."