Professor of Literature

Dinner Date

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Warning: SMUT AHEAD

When they pulled up to Negan's house he parked the motorcycle in the garage and helped Georgie down before closing the door behind them. The moment she removed her helmet and placed it on the bench his lips were on hers in a passionate and desperate kiss. With his hands on her waist he hoisted her up onto the benchtop and nestled himself between her legs as he devoured her lips with a primal sort of hunger.

"Fuck" he whispered. "I needed to taste your sweet lips so bad" he confessed, panting slightly as he showered her neck in soft kisses. "You're like a drug Georgie and I'm so fucking addicted. You're all I can think about".

Georgie was a little surprised to hear those words come out of his mouth. She felt the exact same way about him, so to know that he was so hopelessly hooked on her too made her feel less nervous around him. "You're not the only one" she whispered. "I've been dying to see you all afternoon. Thanks to your new student teacher for ruining our moment in detention" she chuckled.

"Sweetheart if looks could kill that man would have been a goner with that death stare you gave him when his back was turned" Negan laughed.

"I didn't appreciate his interruption" she laughed. "Not when I was enjoying the feel of your massive hard on beneath my hand" she grinned.

"Trust me Sweetheart, neither did I. Is it wrong that watching you school that douchebag made me even harder?"

"Intelligence is the new sexy" she laughed.

"You're the new sexy. You are the very definition of sexy" he grinned as he kissed her lips once more. "C'mon... I promised you dinner. Can't go skipping straight to dessert now can we".

"Aww where's the fun in that" Georgie laughed as he helped her down from the bench and led her through to the kitchen.

"Don't worry Sweetheart. I'll more than make it up to you".

"I'll hold you to that" Georgie smiled. "So what's for dinner?"

"My specialty... spaghetti"

"Yum. A man who is hot as fuck, rides a motorcycle, reads poetry in a way that makes a girls panties wet and can cook? Aren't you just the complete package" Georgie teased.

"You'd know all about my package wouldn't you Georgie" Negan grinned suggestively.

"I'd like to know more" she grinned mischievously.

"Jesus Christ... Where is this boldness coming from? What have you done with my shy, quiet Georgie?"

"Oh trust me she's still here. You just give me a little confidence is all. I just can't help myself when I'm with you".

"Good. I like it" he grinned as he began preparing dinner.

"Can I do anything?" She asked.

"Nope. You just sit up here looking beautiful" he smiled as he lifted her on to the kitchen counter. "I got this covered" he smiled.

Georgie watched on as he cooked them dinner while making light conversation.

"Earlier you said you wanted to be a writer?" Negan spoke up.

"It's kinda been my dream since I was 14" she smiled.

"I think you got what it takes Sweetheart" he said encouragingly.