Running From You I Negan x Maggie (ENGLISH VERSION)

Chapter 32: I'm so addicted to

All the things you do

When you're going down on me

In between the sheets

All the sounds you make

With every breath you take

It's unlike anything

When you're loving mee

Negan woke up with a strange feeling. Something warm, heavy, and with an unmistakable scent of sweat and definitely something that reminded him of Maggie. He blinked slowly, feeling the roughness of the concrete against his nape and a strand of hair going straight into his mouth.

Fuck.

He turned his face slightly, spitting the hair out and squinting his eyes. A subconscious movement made him notice the weight against his body—the hip pressed against his side, a leg tangled with his, the warm breath hitting the base of his neck.

Maggie.

Negan let out a low grunt, shifting away just slightly. His gaze slid downward, stopping at his ribs where the bandage was misaligned. The dried blood around the dressing was an obvious reminder of last night.

They had even considered redoing the stitches... but it wouldn't have made much difference when Maggie was insatiable.

Negan chuckled low, shaking his head. Pregnancy was one hell of a phenomenon.

Leaning better against the cold wall of the cell, he watched Maggie sleep. Beautiful. Full of him. And stubborn as ever.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His fingers grazed the warm skin of her temple. Just as fucked as he was, and yet, she kept fighting.

Maggie murmured softly at the touch, shifting against him, as if instinctively seeking more warmth. Negan felt something tighten in his chest, impossible to ignore.

He smirked slightly, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

— Wake up, sleepyhead. You're practically snoring in my ear.

— And do you always have to talk in the morning? — she grumbled, her voice dragged by sleep.

Negan let out a quiet laugh, watching her stretch against him, her leg still brushing lightly against his thigh.

— Ah, so now we sleep all tangled up, and I can't talk? Baby, I'm the chattiest guy you've ever let climb on top of you, just accept it already.

Maggie huffed, still groggy with sleep but already shifting away slowly, untangling her legs from his. The movement made the bare skin of her thigh graze his jeans, and Negan cursed himself internally for how much that still affected him.

She ran her hands over her face, stretched, and then took on a more serious tone.

— We need to get ready. We're leaving today.

Negan remained silent.

He just nodded, but inside, every fiber of him wanted to disagree. She was pregnant. She needed to be safe.

But arguing now would be useless. He knew his woman too well to think words would change anything.

Maggie got up and pulled on her jeans in a quick motion. Before leaving, she turned to him, watching him for a moment before pointing toward the door.

— Let's shower before we meet the others... and fix that bandage before you start bleeding all over everyone.

Negan let out a dramatic sigh, raising his hands in surrender.