"Passionate and untamed,
they take great pleasure in blissful sadism.
Marking their territory in wounds upon each other,
while hunting those who surround them."
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"What do you want from me?" Renegade asked Fiona as the girl approached her silently. Renegade looked at her former friend/Negans new wife. She hadn't seen Fiona in a few days, and to have her come up to her, the bitch must need something. Or she was just plain out stupid and had a death wish, "I'm busy."
"You're just sitting here, looking out at the Biters on the spikes." Fiona sat next to Renegade despite the hostility. She still considered them to be friends, but she had grown jealous of Renegade recently when Negan decided he liked her better than the other wives he had, "why don't you hang out with the other wives?"
"Because I'm not one of you fucking bimbos." Renegade tightened the wrap on her thigh, "he seems to think that I'm something different." she shook her head, of course, Fiona was going to bring up Negan. She always did whenever she could when she cornered Renegade, so why was this time any different?
"If you're not a wife, then what are you? His girlfriend?" Fiona asked. Renegade looked at her with her bright blue eyes, "we're all wondering. It's not fair." she watched with bad intentions behind those bright eyes for sure. Renegade tensed up.
"What, do I detect jealousy in your voice?" Renegade gave a wry laugh, shaking her head at how dumb and blind this girl had become, "there's nothing to be jealous of. He's nothing more than an abusive, bipolar, mouthy asshole with a stupid grin on his fucking face, and a bat on his shoulders." Renegade noticed in her side vision that Fiona had something on the side of her, partially hidden from sight. Something shiny and long, like a blade.
"It's more than I've ever gotten." Fiona said through her teeth, her mood quickly changing from friendly to hostile, "he hasn't even touched me as he did with the other wives." she was indeed jealous. Renegade had quickly become amused by how quickly things changed between them. She would have fun with her former friend.
"That's not my fault, Fiona. He does what he wants." Renegade looked up as Fiona went to plunge the knife in her direction, she caught Fiona's arm, fighting back, "are you fucking dumb? Or just flat out ignorant? You kill me, and you kill yourself!" she held Fiona in place. There was no way this girl had any chance against Renegade. Fiona hadn't lifted her finger in combat once in her life. She was good as dead to the world for her reckless mistake.
"Shut up, you slut!" Fiona used both of her hands to try and stab Renegade. Putting as much of her weight behind the blade in an attempt to overpower Renegade. It only made Renegade laugh at how weak she actually was.
Renegade grabbed Fiona by the arm with her free hand, smashing Fiona's hands against the stairs to make her let go of the knife before shoving the idiot down the stairs, "you're sooo fucking dead now." The dark haired girl used all of her strength to climb down the rest of the steps, pouncing on Fiona and pelting her with punches. The anger, it was built up from when Negan first came into Renegades life. All the punches she wished she could give to Negan, Fiona was getting in return.
"I hate you!" Fiona clawed Renegades shoulder, going for her face, trying to pull her hair. She wildly punched, hitting Renegade in her mouth. Fiona looked horrified when Renegade smiled down at her as the pain radiated through her mouth. That was the bow that would seal her death sentence.
"Good, you stupid bitch! Because you're about to wish you weren't alive!" Renegade spat blood from her split lip down on Fiona's face before she reached for the knife, using her knees to hold down Fiona's arms. Just as her fingers reached the handle of the knife, Negan stopped them.
Just like always.
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"Whoa there, Kitten." Negan lifted me up and off of Fiona before I stabbed her. I watched Fiona turn on her side in pain to spit out a tooth, "what is the meaning of this?" he held onto me as I flailed against him.
"Fucking bitch, this isn't over!" I whip the knife at her, sinking it into her shoulder, "next time you need your ass handed to you, come and see me, fuckface." I fight against Negan, but he lifted me up off the ground like I was a fucking suitcase, "Negan won't always be there to protect you. He won't always be there to stop me. So thank your fucking lucky ass stars that Negan came to your rescue and I didn't kill your dumb ass right here and right now!" Paul and Fat Joey tended to Fiona, taking her past us and to Carson.
"Wow, I didn't know you had so much fight left in you." Negan held me up as he set me down on my feet, "especially with your leg all busted up." I lift my sore leg off the ground as I regained my strength. My collarbone burned, and my mouth tasted like iron.
"You, have no Goddamn idea what I'm fucking capable of. I'm going to gut her like a fucking pig and feed her, her intestines while she's still alive." I clutch a handful of his jacket on his broad shoulders as I used him to take away the pain of one of my injuries. Negan brought me closer to him, inhaling sharply at my sudden power trip.
"Fuckin' fuck me right now." He growled, lifting me up into his arms to quickly take me back to his room. He was quick on his feet to climb all those steps with me in tow.
"What?" I was shocked at the sudden abruptness of his comment, which I shouldn't have been because it was normal already. I didn't fully grasp onto the seriousness of his motives until he had finished carrying me to his bed, throwing me onto the grey sheets, locked the door, and was demanding me to get naked right now or he'd cut me out of my clothes.
"I'm taking what I want from you, so you better get your head in the game." Negan crawled over me, he was shirtless and his pants were unbuckled. I kicked off my boots, letting him place himself between my legs.
"Oh really?" I slowly lifted my shirt up, "what makes you think, you have a chance?" I teased, stopping right before my bra showed. He removed my shirt for me, I inhaled sharply when he kissed the top of my breast.
"I've been waiting long enough for you to let me in." He said, unbuttoning my shorts, gently sliding the article of clothing over my injury, kissing a trail down from my stomach to my inner thigh.
I inhaled sharply, running my hand through his hair as he nipped at my weak spot, "so, waddaya say?" He looked at me, laying his half-naked body against mine, spreading my legs with his knees. I bite my lip. I just smiled at him, taking my bra off when he sat back on his knees. He pulled my hips roughly against him, cupping my breast with his large hand.
"So?" He watched me with glistening brown eyes and a smile on his pretty face. Negan stared down at the tattoos on my body, tracing the lines gently with his fingers. He waited for me to answer him, even when I laid basically naked under him.
"Since you're asking so nice," I smirked, putting my arms around his neck as he leaned back down into my chest. Negan chuckled against my skin, his warm breath sent tingles across the surface of my body. I hated myself for finally giving into him. But yet, this is all I ever wanted from the asshole ever since he took me from Sirius.
"I promise you, I won't be rough until your leg is better," Negan says as I helped him take off the belt around his waist, "but I'll make sure to give you all that you've been craving since we met."
"So, you're already planning for next time? Yet this time isn't even over?" I kissed his chest, I didn't care how many more times he was planning. Just as long as he continued to do those things with only me each time.
"Well, yeah." He scoffed like I should have already known. And I did know, "don't think I'm letting you get away from me that fucking easily." Negan slid out of his pants, he brought the grey comforter over his hips before leaning over my body.
"If you want this to happen again, you better get to work mister. Or I'm going to have to find someone else to take your place." I warn him, watching anger flicker across his features.
"Like fucking hell, you're not." Negan growled, making me gasp at his sudden spike of demanding of my body.
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I leave the rest of this scene,
To your imagination because
Le me, le can't write, le smut...
-Cas