❝︎︎ you weren't there. i fucking needed you and you were gone. ❞︎︎
❝︎︎ oh, sorry, i was busy with the fucking end of the world. ❞︎︎
────── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃,
they knew each other in another life.
but the missing piece is gone.
【︎︎ negan x fem!oc x l...
"Oh dear," she breathed out, her breath ghosting Rhiannon's shoulder. "How are we gonna fix this?" She asked softly, reaching into the dough, her arms wrapping around Rhiannon's waist.
Rhiannon froze, eyes wide, heart pounding against her chest.
Lucille smelled so good.
Lucille felt so good.
Her hands delicately plucked different seasoning and added to the batter, Rhiannon's fingers resting on the edge of the bowl. Lucille's chin came and rested on Rhiannon's shoulder, her lips millimeters from Rhiannon's ear.
"There we go," she breathed out, the low tone sending a pleasant chill down Rhiannon's back. "Much better, hm?"
Rhiannon nodded breathlessly, trying to find words but came up short.
"Sweet and savory," Lucille let her lips graze Rhiannon's ear and a shaky breath left the girl. "Perfect."
Lucille pulled back casually, as if nothing had happened, leaving Rhiannon breathless and confused.
—
NEGAN
Rhiannon was fucking jumpy.
That's something he noticed immediately. It reminded him of a rabbit or a doe, some prey that his father would hunt for sport.
Now he was the predator, hunting her, only he wanted to ravish her, ruin her, leave her more sated than she'd ever been in her life.
She'd be too fucking turned on to run or jump away from him. God, he wanted her so bad. She was so damn sweet.
She smelled like fucking coconut and something sweet — apple maybe? He'd have to ask Lucille, he was always shit at detecting scents. He knew his cologne and Lucille's perfume and the rest didn't fucking matter.
"You and Lucille have fun today?" He asked her casually, seated on her sofa.
He'd invited himself over because fuck only knew she'd never make the first move and if he was going to beat Lucille and actually get the chance to fuck his girl, he'd have to get her to submit.
He didn't like the way that sounded.
Negan didn't want her to submit, he wanted her to crave him. Wanted her to beg for him. Wanted her to look up at him with those big pretty brown eyes and roll them back into her head. He wanted to make her know nothing but his fucking name.
God, he wanted her.
He wanted to please her, wanted to taste her, to have her. She was his. He fucking knew it. Lucille fucking knew it. Rhiannon fucking knew it, he'd just have to get her to admit it.
"Yeah, it was nice," Rhiannon nodded, grabbing a sparkling water — fuck, she didn't even drink beer? she was too young, he remembered and that was the first time in his fucking life the notion turned him on. She was so fucking innocent. "We made bread for the shelters and..."
She kept fucking talking but all he could focus on was her lips. The way her body swayed as she walked over, sat at the other end of the couch. She'd offered him a drink too but he didn't want that fake water shit.
Negan was a bit fucking disgusted with himself, if he was being honest.
Listening to her fucking talk and not hearing a damn thing because he was so turned on and attracted to her.
He wasn't a fucking teenager but his body was behaving like one.
Shit, how many times had he told Lucille stories about his fucking students getting off in bathrooms or locker rooms (that always grossed him the fuck out, his office was right fucking there) but he never thought he'd be acting like that again.
And yet here was fucking Rhiannon in all her perfect little temptation, teasing him by simply existing.
"Negan?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what had she been talking about? Shit, he was messing up bad. He needed to pay attention to her, listen to her. Girls liked that shit, right?
Lucille did, at least.
God, he fucking loved that woman.
What kind of a saint of a wife let him be alone with this pretty little thing and challenged him on it? He couldn't ask for anything fucking better.
"Uh, sorry, darlin," he cleared his throat, adjusting his legs a bit. "I've been in my head. What's your question?"
"Never mind," Rhiannon shook her head quickly, flustered. Dammit, it was probably something fucking important.
Fucking hormones fucking him up and not letting fucking listen to his girl.
He hoped Lucille was doing just as badly as he was otherwise he was fucked.
And not in the way he wanted to be.
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