The Ruins

Chapter 54

Negan waited outside, the sun is down and its a clear dark night. He leaned over on the wall, thinking what Mal's doing. The good thing about Jackson was before coming here he stayed in a good compost, however not going around the building and checking on Infected he took two pistols in case its infested and decided to go somewhere else on their- date? It wouldn't be called that. Hang out? He doesn't know what to call this.

Honestly, it's going to be nice as fuck to not be the boss for a week. And the hang-out Negan managed to drag Mal along on will hopefully provide Mal herself with a chance to...well, not work for a day. Negan might be the main cause for most of Mal's current stresses, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think the girl deserves a break.

Besides, there's a possibility something good could come of this. Negan actually does want to get to know Mal. He wants to see what makes the kid tick, and what she does for fun. This isn't just sexual attraction, it's just becoming allies, even friends. Two people having a good time as friends and allies. Negan actually really doesn't want to fuck this up.

A glance in the front door entrance, Mal steps out, and Negan can't help but grin in awed from the sideline. She wore a short thigh length red dress, bringing her thick dirty blonde hair more bright than ever, in addition in leather boot. Her hair had one braid on her right side, revealing a bit more of her round pretty face.

Negan did that thing where he slid his tongue in between his teeth and smiled dangerously, like he wanted to deck Mal but didn't. Mal only started noticing it, and sometimes she felt like she pushed Negan's buttons just so she could see it.

"Fuckin' Mal." Negan muttered. Those pale blue eyes are sucking in the scenery before him. "Happy?" She growled.

"I did say to dress up nice, but not wear a dress.

She narrowed her eyes, shoulders are tense. "Are you kiddin' me? Oh my God, you just wanted to make fun of me, that's it."

Negan laughed, his voice caught in the wind that was coming through the night. "I'm sorry. You do look amazingly beautiful."

She scoffed. "I look ridiculous."

"I'm gonna stop you there. You are not ridiculous. You're a gorgeous girl, and you as a woman, way better." Negan said, a little aggressively. "I don't wanna talk about it no more, ok? I'm here to take you out, so let's hop my ride."

Mal shut her mouth. She followed Negan to a motorcycle bike which she'd internally screamed inside that she will finally ride in one, and watched as he slid on gracefully. He noticed the squeal and he cracked a delightful smile. "You like motorcycles?"

"...Yeah. I always wanted one."

Holding a hand out to steady her to climb on, he smiled easily, "Come on darlin'. Let's have some fun."

Taking his hand, Mal slid behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach. After getting comfortable, he pulled out of the lot slowly as the gates slide open and drove off.

Taking care to warm her up to the ride, she squeezed more of his stomach as she became more comfortable. Acknowledging the signal, Negan sped up and let her feel the real power below them, and Mal felt the insane power underneath her legs, screaming in joy.

They rode through different parts of the road, over the tall dark trees and through tiny gas stations. Eventually the sun was setting, the midnight stars are bright in the sky and he pulled over the middle of the road. "Go ahead," he said.

"What?" She just looked at him, unsure what he's doing.

"You've got a fancy for my bike, I'm letting you go for a ride." He flashed a rabbit toothed smile. She was baffled and scared, mostly embarrassed to tell him the truth. Negan couldn't understand why Mal was so nervous.