The Only One | Negan

27. Red String

We were given two separate rooms in the same building as Ezekiel and his closest people. They even gave us spare toiletries and freshly washed clothes for the night. I wasn't sure if they did all of this because they were still afraid of Negan, or because they liked me, or maybe because of the new agreement we made. Whatever it was, I was very thankful for their hospitality.

"I think that's all we can do for you." A kind older lady, Maria, told me when she brought me the spare clothes. "I hope the rooms are comfortable."

"It's more than enough, Maria. Thank you, truly." I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Good night."

"Good night, Miss Blackburn."

I closed the door of the small cozy room behind her and looked around. Not having anything to unpack or sort through, I got rid of my clothes. Thank god there had been a pair of new skinny jeans that fit my thighs at the house and a new T-shirt. Mine were done for, thanks to that greasy guy that slit not only my skin but my favorite jeans too. Fucker. I couldn't part with my leather jacket though - although it was bloody and stained. I went to take a shower and then slipped into the thin milky pink nightgown I was given. It was perfect for the hot summer night.

I stood in front of the small vanity to brush my hair and noticed a basket, full of colorful yarn and threads. Just as I was inspecting them, a soft knock came from the door. I went to unlock it and opened it just a bit to see who it was, although I did suspect a certain someone.
Negan's eyes met mine.

"Glad you're still awake." He said in a raspy voice. "Don't know what I would've done otherwise."

"Stay by my door all night maybe?" I smirked and opened the door to let him in.

"Definitely." He replied and ran a hand through his hair. When he passed by me, his intoxicating scent washed over me. He had a new t-shirt on but remained with his jeans and the whole arsenal of guns and knives Ezekiel provided on his belt.

"I'm really happy with what you did earlier." I said as he sat down on the bed. "Good job, boss."

"Yeah, well. Had to be done sooner or later." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I think I've earned enough respect from them. Don't need to be the scary big bad wolf anymore."

"No." I said and stepped in front of him, resting my hands on his shoulders. "Time to be the hunter."

Negan slowly trailed his hands down the sides of my body and rested them on the back of my hips.
"Damn right." He said looking up at me with a slight naughty smile. "Whoever gave you this gown, needs a fucking pay raise."

I pushed him back on the bed gently and crawled on top of him. His fingers gingerly ran up and down on the silky fabric of my nightgown.

"Will you stay here for the night?" I asked bare inches from his lips.

"Yes." He replied shortly and his lips found the corner of my mouth. "The room's not as good without you in it."

He flipped me around so that he was on top and peppered my neck with kisses, his hand pushing the gown up my thigh.

"Oh, you romantic devil." I giggled. My fingers found their way to the buckle of his belt and I slipped it off, alongside the two guns and two knives.

"That I am." He replied with a smirk and continued his trail of kisses down towards my chest. I reached for the hem of his t-shirt so I could pull it off and then my brain made a little logical spark.

"Wait." I stopped him and he froze. "I wanted to give you something. You know, before you make my mind go blank and I forget."

He chuckled and rolled off of me, stretching his hands above his head.
"Go ahead, buttercup."