The affair|•|NeganxReader

|Chapter 9|

Stretching out in the bed, you let out a tense breath when you felt the sheets beside you were empty and you let out a long breath. Raising your head, you looked to see that Negan was gone and let out a small yawn when you stretched your body out. Slowly getting up from the bed, you threw your legs over the side of the bed and could see that Negan's clothes were still on the floor. Looking around, you couldn't hear him and you felt a bit of uneasiness not being able to find him when you woke up. Your body ached, but it hurt in all the right ways as you stretched out and tried to loosen your body up when you moved around your room.

Reaching for his white shirt, you pulled it in over your body and tugged it down before moving to your dresser to grab a pair of panties. Pulling them up your body, you moved for the hallway and listened to see if you heard Negan. There was nothing and you made your way toward downstairs and could see that the light was on in the kitchen. Moving into the kitchen, you could see that the sliding door leading to the back was partially opened and that's when you stepped forward to see Negan sitting outside smoking.

Moving outside, you saw him look over his shoulder at you and smile brightly when you made your way over to him. Letting out a tight laugh, you could see that he had grabbed your bathrobe to wear outside and it was very...pink. The cigarette hung from his lips as he looked down at the robe and shrugged. He had gotten his glasses at some point and was wearing those as well.

"What?" he slurred with a laugh and you shook your head at him seeing that the robe barely kept him covered, but it was just enough for him to be okay while outside. His broad chest was bare beneath the robe and you found your gaze lingering over his body that you had just gotten accustomed to. "I grabbed the first thing I saw that would fit..."

"Oh, it looks good on you," you saw him wiggle his finger at you and motion you to come and sit down with him on the outdoor chaise lounge chair he was sitting on. You carefully moved in beside him, sitting down on the chair with him. You positioned your body between his legs as he stretched them out for you and a laugh fell from your lips. You could feel his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you back against him and a tight breath escaped your lips when you felt his chest pressed up against your back. "The pink though...gotta question if that's really your color."

"Oh, that's my fucking color. I look good in every color, especially pink," Negan snorted with a laugh as he pulled the cigarette from his lips and let out a long breath to release the smoke. You could hear him let out a strained noise as he finished off the cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray that he clearly had gotten from his house. "Sorry about leaving to smoke, hopefully you didn't think I fucking ditched you."

"Well, your clothes were still there so I wasn't too worried," you smirked, turning to look back at him and you could hear his thick laugh filling the air. He tipped in to press a soft kiss over your lips and you could still taste the cigarette over his lips. "I was just upset that I didn't wake up in your arms..."

"Mmm, but you're in my arms now," Negan wrapped his arms tighter around you and you could feel him nestling his nose against the side of your neck before depositing a small kiss over the part of your shoulder that was exposed beneath his shirt that you wearing. "My shirt looks better on you and I think it's safe to say that your robe looks fucking amazing on me."

"Oh, most definitely," you giggled, reaching down to grasp a hold of Negan's fingertips and you found yourself getting more comfortable, leaning back into his chest as you heard him let out a heavy exhale. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking about how comfortable these fucking chairs are. I thought it was stupid as shit when I saw you guys had nice furniture for outside, but now I'm starting to see the fucking point," Negan muttered and you let out a small laugh. He leaned back and let out a long sigh before noticing the expression that you were giving him. "Your husband is the one that picked it out, right?"