MOTION SICKNESS ― negan

THREE

RHIANNON

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THE Smith's was a band Rhiannon loved. She'd always loved them. Some of her favorite songs were theirs and when she was a kid, she and her mom used to put a record player on with "Wonderful Woman" blaring in the corner.

She had half a dozen t-shirts, a signed record, and old photos of her mom traveling with the band.

But when she met Lucille and Negan Smith, the band name took on a new meaning.

The Smith's were no longer an amalgam of memories and music — they were a married couple she found herself growing increasingly obsessed with.

"Sweetheart," Lucille's voice grabbed her attention and Rhiannon looked over, focusing on the woman. "You alright?"

Rhiannon nodded, looking back down to the bread she'd been baking. The pair were making loaves for a shelter a few streets down. Rhiannon had always been one to give to the less fortunate, and when she mentioned it to Lucille, the woman was more than happy to pitch in.

"Yeah," Rhiannon confirmed. "Sorry, I...I'm fine."

Lucille stopped kneading the dough, looking at Rhiannon in worry. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, wisps framing her face.

Lucille was so beautiful.

"Rhiannon," she prompted gently. "What's bothering you?"

"Sorry," she whispered, looking over at her again. "I just...have you ever liked someone you shouldn't?"

Rhiannon could swear a smirk tugged at Lucille's lips, but it was gone before she could think about it.

"Sure," Lucille nodded, kneading the dough again. "Negan and I met when we were in college. He was a senior, I was a freshman. He had a girlfriend."

So this was a common occurrence for them, then, Rhiannon realized.

"Oh?" She asked faintly.

Lucille nodded. "Yeah. But I always win in the end and all I wanted was Negan."

A quiet fell over the pair as Rhiannon contemplated Lucille's words. Had Negan cheated before to get with Lucille? Would he do that with Rhiannon?

Why did it matter, anyway? It's not like Rhiannon would act on her feelings. And she liked Lucille far, far too much to hurt her.

"Rhiannon."

Rhiannon looked to Lucille again, worriedly biting her lip. "Yes?"

"You're mixing chocolate chips?"

Rhiannon looked down at her bread, blushing when she realized she had, in fact, poured a bag of chocolate chips in the dough.

"Uh..."

"Interesting choice," Lucille commented, washing her hands and moving to cover her bread. "Come on," she strode towards Rhiannon, coming up just behind her.

They were roughly the same height, Lucille an inch or so taller. Rhiannon's breath hitched at the feeling of Lucille's chest against her back.