No Exceptions

Eight

I didn't get any sleep. I was locked in position, his front to my back, too scared to move from his possessive grasp in fear of him pulling me in tighter. Or even worse, that I'd changed my mind on my abstinence.

Judging by the light snore he wasn't having such troubles. His quiet drone stopped as he lazily opened heavy lids and nuzzled my neck, "Good morning beautiful!"

I rolled onto my back, fabricating a smile, "good morning."

He leaned over me, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. Turning the charm up to eleven he whispered in my ear; tapping a direct line to my nethers.

"Well sugar puss, that was the most excruciating fun I've had in a while!"

I swatted at his chest, giggling whilst edging off the bed, creating a sheet toga.

He rolled over and lazily rested his head on his hand, "I think we're a bit past that aren't we little miss virtue?"

The temperature rose in my cheeks, "I want to keep you guessing. No-one's buying a cow if they can get the milk for free."

He took his index finger in his mouth and bit the pad, "Well I've had a taste daisy, and I can tell you now that I'm the only farmer getting anywhere near that milk."

His continuance of the cow metaphor irked me, but I couldn't help but notice my legs clench together at the underlying possessiveness.

Negan threw off the blanket and stood proudly in the nude, "go for a nice hot shower beautiful! I'll get someone to fix the bed."

I don't want your pricey favours!

I shook my head at him, "I can do that, honestly!"

Negan pulled at my chin, removing my bottom lip from my teeth. "Bullshit! It's my job to take care of you now."

I couldn't help but scrunch my face at the idea of someone cleaning up after us. Negan's eyebrows raised at the gesture. His toothy grin suggesting anything but contentment. "I'll be back in a minute sweetie." And with that he left me alone to shower, as I tried not to over-analyse him.

There's nothing you can do about it right now! Just don't think about it.

I ran the shower, stepping in the flaming hot stream. I attempted to scrub away the events of last night; the things that I had done.

The things that I had felt.

After exfoliating from head to toe I turned the water off and stepped onto the bath mat. I leaned over the drain and wrung out my hair, grabbing a towel and patting myself dry.

I walked back into the bedroom and picked up my tattered halter, no other option for clothing at my disposal. I wrapped the fabric around my body and held it secure with a belt he'd luckily left behind.

There was a knock, followed immediately by Negan barging through the door.

I don't know why he bothers knocking.

He sauntered into the middle of the room, Lucille by his hip swinging in a slow but consistent rhythm. He swung his head up, smirking at me. "Holy shit baby! Me Tarzan you fucking Jane."