Closer (Negan X OC)

Chapter 34

"Holy mother of Christ!" Negan exclaimed as the waitress set down his plate of banana pancakes. She gave him an odd look before retreating. Clearly, Negan was still very much Negan even in public.

I couldn't help but snort at his reaction, which was completely valid given the amount of food he received. Four large banana stuffed pancakes, topped with whipped cream and caramel drizzle which would surely send him into a sugar coma.

"These are a goddamn masterpiece," he continued.

"It's a shame I'm gonna demolish them."

"Doubt it," I quipped, knowing how incredibly sweet the massive pancakes were. I was feeling less adventurous than Negan when it came to breakfast and ordered an omelette and a side of pancakes.

"You're doubting me?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. His tone was playful and accompanied with his trademark smirk.

I shrugged. "Kind of. Because those," I gestured to his plate with my fork, "are probably going to kill you."

"Maybe before. But now with this wolf appetite thing? Nah."

I took a bite of my omelette. One of the perks of being a wolf was the insanely large appetite, something I had definitely taken advantage of back in the day. "God, I miss that! I used to be able to eat everything and not gain weight because of the ridiculously high metabolism."

Negan scoffed at me. "Carson...it's not like you need to worry about that. You're damn perfect. Baby, all I want for you is to be happy and healthy."

I couldn't help but blush. Charm was ingrained in this man's DNA.

"That was incredibly sweet of you, but I bet you say that to all the girls," I teased.

He shook his head. "Nah, just you." He took a bite of his pancakes and moaned loudly, a few of the diner patrons turning to look at him. When I saw their expressions, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Now these," he said, gesturing to his pancakes, "are amazing. The whipped cream and caramel drizzle? Fuck, they're so damn sweet."

Negan leaned over the table, capturing me in a quick kiss. "Then again, I bet you are too," he said, dropping his voice to that low rumble that made me swoon.

His comment caught me so off guard that I dropped my fork, it clanking loudly onto my plate. I didn't think he wasn't talking about my personality...

I stared at him dumbfounded as he cut into his pancakes, and picked up a piece with his work, holding it out to me. He said nothing, just smirked at me as he waited for me to take a bite. For a moment, I forgot about the people around us and found myself focused on him. He was being so...Negan this morning. His playful nature, sexual innuendos, and suggestive smirks were getting the best of me, reducing me to nothing more than a blushing pile of goo. It wasn't fair.

Two could play that game.

Slowly, I leaned in and without breaking eye contact, I took a bite of food off his fork, finishing with a quick lick to the tip of the metal. His jaw dropped as he looked at me in disbelief at my action. I pulled away, picked up my fork, and turned my attention to the task of finishing my omelette. I was biting my lip from the move I just pulled, surprised even at my own boldness.

"Baby, you're playing with fire," Negan said, his voice a little hoarse.

I looked up at him. "Maybe," I said, my voice low.

"But I don't mind getting burned."