CONQUEST • Negan

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Give her some very deserved love!!

I hope you enjoy the chapter! Oh, and a very heavy smut warning for this one 😉

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Why was it so fucking warm?

I lifted open an eye, flinching away from the barrage of light spilling in from the windows and—

I stopped breathing for a long second as my eyes adjusted and settled on the tanned chest and shoulders blocking most of my vision. And before I could question what the hell was going on, and why a man was wrapped around me, holding me close—it all came rushing back like a hard slap across the face.

This man was Negan.

Negan was holding me in his sleep like a dragon guarding its damn hoard.

And I had agreed to this.

What do I do?

Did I just pretend to be asleep so I wouldn't have to escape this warm, soft space I really didn't wish to leave?

Did I sneak away while he wasn't awake, and then just pretend this never happened; that it was all a dream and I had slept somewhere else to avoid him?

No. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that. And to be honest, it felt wrong to try and erase this. To scrub it all away like it didn't mean anything to me. Like it was shameful.

But it was shameful. Wasn't it?

It was supposed to be. So why wasn't my shame coming to greet me like it usually did?

Because this is right, a voice in my head whispered, and I decided that the cocky bastard had to learn to shut the hell up and stop fucking confusing me anymore than I already was.

I decided to pretend I was asleep. It was the option that made the most sense and the option I secretly preferred, even if it didn't solve any of my problems.

What was another few minutes?

Slowly flipping over onto my other side so that the light blaring through the windows couldn't continue to blind me, I grabbed Negan's arm to tug it back around myself—

"Don't go," a low sleep-hoarse voice rumbled into my ear.

I paused, my hand stilling on the arm that was coiling me tighter into the warm, tempting body at my back.

What do I do?

"We can't stay like this all day," I said, even if I had definitely planned on staying here as long as possible; dragging out this moment before I had to face reality again.

Yes we could, that same stupid fucking voice pleaded at me. We could stay here forever.

"Ten more minutes," Negan rasped, arm somehow impossibly contracting around my middle. "Please."

I shut my eyes, briefly enjoying the surety of his embrace.

We had to get up.

"Negan," I chided.

Why the hell was I fighting this?

Because there was men out in the woods who could choose to break in and ambush us any fucking minute now, and this building was so goddamn big that we wouldn't even know if they were already in here or not.