Nothing Left to Burn [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 18 - Charmed

*Brief smut

"You deserve so much better than to sleep in the god damn dirt," Negan hummed in Aven's ear before placing a kiss on her lips. The kiss was soft at first, as they were both still half asleep, but he quickly teased her lips open and tangled his tongue lazily with hers. She smiled into the kiss and indulged him for a moment before pulling away slightly to smirk up at him.

"Instead I deserve to wake up with your dick poking through my legs," she sneered, causing him to press his obvious erection against her thigh with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Hey, obviously my dick has somewhere important to be and he ain't waistin' time." Aven bit her lip and slowly dragged her leg up his, hiking it around his waist and gasping as his growing erection brushed her clit.

"Well, who am I to get in the way of his schedule?" she breathed, looking up at him with fire in her eyes and her cheeks pink from arousal.

"Mmm, good girl," he hummed, sucking at her neck and grinding against her. She giggled a little when his tongue swept back and forth over the ticklish spot on the side of her neck, but it turned into a moan when he began sucking at her pulse point. Her head fell back as his hips began moving against her in just the right way. His rough hands ran up and down over her nude body, one hand settling on her ass and squeezing while the other continued to rove over her curves, taking his time to make sure his fingers touched every inch of skin along their path.

Aven's leg curled more tightly around his hip, her body grinding and tilting against him, desperate to have him inside of her. Negan's hand on her ass moved further under her so he could get access to her soaked pussy, easily sliding his long middle finger all the way in and back out slowly.

"Fuck, baby, you ready for me already?" he whispered, his voice and warm breath sending shivers through her over-sensitive body.

"Yes," she sighed needily. "Fuck me, Negan." He didn't need to be told twice and sank into her smoothly, both of them shuddering with pleasure.

Negan lay awake with Aven in his arms, her face buried against his chest. He always wondered how she could sleep like that without suffocating herself. She'd been that way for hours and was apparently comfortable. She hadn't been able to sleep the previous night and the two of them got in the inevitable fight about Negan getting rid of the weed while she was too sick to notice. He insisted she needed to sleep because they were going to spend the next day scavenging, but this was her first night sober and healthy enough to keep her eyes open and she was restless. She claimed smoking or drinking were the only ways she'd be able to get to sleep, and he eliminated both of those possibilities.

Negan felt a little guilty for hiding the weed like she was a child who couldn't be trusted, but he couldn't be sure she wouldn't keep smoking if she knew it was there. It was a crutch she didn't need. After a long argument, a lot of patience on both sides, and a lot of charm on Negan's part, he offered a different solution to help her sleep. She was highly skeptical but they ended up pushing their two cots together and curling up in each other's arms.

Negan could feel her heart hammering in her chest for a while. It took a couple hours of soft touches, gentle words, and a few setbacks in her comfort level with it all, but eventually she settled in. He ultimately fell asleep first with his hand tangled in her hair. She was awake for a while longer before she finally drifted off with her ear against his chest, feeling and listening to his heartbeat.

Now a few hours later, as the rise and fall of Aven's body picked up speed while she dreamt, Negan wondered if she was having trouble breathing smothered against his chest. He could hear her breathing easily, albeit slightly louder than a moment ago, but he loosened his grip around her to make sure she was comfortable. When his arms went slack around her, she let out a sigh that sounded vaguely woeful like she didn't want him to let go, but the noise was so small that he thought he must have been over-analyzing it. That is, until the tiniest whimper left her throat and she pressed her hips ever so slightly against his. He looked down at her curiously; there was a look of contentment on her face and he could have sworn her body felt warmer than it had a moment ago. He gently placed his cheek to her forehead to make sure she didn't have a fever again, and it didn't feel like she did.