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Negan had thought about her first female infatuation as she stepped out of the RV to face Rick and her group.
She was a beautiful stripper, a sexy blonde no longer in her first youth, she had bitter blue eyes, too. Negan had only been twenty when she had gone to watch the woman strip, and was irretrievably moved by her hangdog eyes, the arrogant turn of her strong chin, sharp jaw. The way the woman casually offered her body and then rigidly withheld it – her tacky black underwear was a turn on too.
Negan always had an uninspired taste in women.
She remembers, just before she met Lucille, a conversation.
“You don’t really love women – you’re just trying to live out some kind of porno fantasy created by men with the corniest props and worst taste you can find,” a gay woman had told her. She believed it for a while – it was easier to be vulnerable with women, which is why she never had liked their company beyond a good fuck. Then, there was Lucille, the sun and stars wrapped up into one. They’d started off how Negan usually did – got drunk, used each other on her bedroom floor, never spoke again – that sort of thing. But Lucille, special thing, kept in contact, would invite Negan out to swanky bars, order martini’s with no olives for herself, red wine for Negan. After fucking, they became friends, then lovers. That’s when Negan was ok – for a while at least.
Negan cheated, because of course she did. She always did have bad taste. And then Lucille had gotten sick and Negan had sworn to look after her, provide for her like a lover should. Before she had died, she’d said, smiling, that Negan was like a man, that she’d always been that way. It was meant as a compliment, she thinks.
Then everything went to shit and Negan couldn’t try her hand at the whole woman-thing anymore, especially not in the middle of the apocalypse. No way. She didn’t want to be the “older lesbian” for a long while, she was forty-six and very lonely but she hadn’t the heart to chase after the younger girls in their group.
For a while, that is.
Men respect you when you treat women like shit – so yeah – the wives thing worked as Negan burst and shoved her way to the top. It was tacky, she had enough of a brain to see that. Young women in tight fitting black mini-dresses and black lacy underwear. She didn’t fuck them, hadn’t fucked anyone in a long fucking while. It was for show, and it worked.
Anyways – Rick.
Negan was expecting someone like herself, a little bit butch, very stony – harsh.
What she got was cherry.
Rick was cute – and wasn’t that just infuriating? Who the hell is cute anymore, Negan had thought. The woman at her feet was younger by a few years, hair curling and wild and face-framing, curling in at her nape and delicate collarbones. Even her dress was cute – oversized men’s suede jacket, jean shorts tight at the swell of her hips, loose at the thighs, cowboy boots.
The girl had looked up with these big, wet eyes and an open red mouth. Negan then, had gotten this very vivid picture of what it would be like to be inside of her – a small maze made of diaphanous silk, or a room of hidden chambers. She imagines the girl – the woman – twisting around and around with Negan.
Negan never claimed to be a smart woman. She’s a brute at heart. She was being a little stupid though – she knew that much.
Negan rattled off her little speech, got the blood to quicken in the groups arteries. She wanted the woman though, knew she couldn’t have her if she killed anyone in this group, right now at least. It wasn’t merely sexual, she wanted to talk – question such a soft and frustratingly submissive woman about what she had to do, to gain the respect of those around her.
“Change of plans,” She had said – body snaking through the steamy air, the darkly patched dirt – stopping to stand above Rick.
She wanted to drag the girl through the dirt – but her knees were already bruised as is, so she hefted her up by the back of her collar, watched as her slim, white thighs struggled and clenched, watched the swinging little wrist hidden beneath the sleeve of her jacket. Rick cried out as she was pulled towards the RV – let out these choked off hurt little things.
Cute.
Negan, in the dark space of the RV, watched Rick’s confused, angry face. A face that was strangely neotenous despite the light lines etched into the other woman’s forehead, between her light eyebrows. She ate her with her eyes.
"You're not what I was expecting." Negan drones out.
The other woman hadn’t dared to say a word, seemingly used to having her leadership questioned, examined. Dissected.
“They want you as their leader, huh? Really?” Negan drawls out – steps closer and closer, corners the other woman against the wall opposite the door.
“It took effort, yeah – but it’s me they want,” The woman growled out, voice still shaky, though. “Others have tried to take everything from me, it’s never worked.”
Negan couldn’t help but watch the shifting of the girls tight tank top beneath her jacket, small breasts heaving, tight stomach quivering.
That’s when Negan put a hand on her, Rick’s soft jaw clenching beneath Negan’s leather glove.
“Why’d you bring me here, Negan.”
Negan shrugs, other hand in Rick’s hair now. “For this, I think.”
“What – to corner me, question my leadership, and then put your hands on me like a man would?”
Negan wants very badly to offer her something more, but yeah, that’s exactly what Negan was doing – what she had been planning to do.
Soft heat came off of Rick’s face, and Negan hasn’t had a woman, a real woman in so long, she can feel her control unravelling like a thin yarn. Rick was the kind of woman that had men, strictly took dick and liked it, too, Negan could tell. But something about those eyes told Negan that she’d be the kind of woman that would put on a dress for you, and with enough convincing she’d lie back and let you stick a couple of fingers in her – because she was just so cute and what is a woman like me supposed to do, darling, Negan would say.
Negan was the kind of lover who liked her women to wear dresses for her.
In the fluxing chamber of the RV, Negan dove in latched her mouth onto the other woman’s sweat-slicked throat. Then Rick pushed her back so hard the entire vehicle jolted. Rick’s slender little body was like a cold blooded eel then, electricity inside of it. Her movements as she oscillated on the spot too, had the whipping jolt of an eel travelling in uncharted waters.
Negan took her glove off swiftly – held it up and cracked it against Rick’s soft face. She’s not really sure why, seems like Rick isn’t sure either – until she rushes up to Negan in a confused sort of frustration.
Negan has always been a confused woman, that’s for certain.
She grabs Rick by her little wrists, pins her against the dinette table – hefts her compact little body up onto the top of the table. Rick struggles and struggles and then she stops.
Negan looks down, feels her chest hurt with warped affection when she notices Rick’s feet don’t meet the floor, creamy thighs further exposed as she is forced to spread them to accommodate Negan’s willowy but broad form.
Rick took one of Negan’s hands in hers – looked her in the eyes and said, “If this comes to a fight, you would win, but it would be very ugly for both of us… for everyone outside. Is that what you want?”
No, it’s not what she wants.
Rick stutters again. “I’ll let you do what you want, if that’s what you want from me,” there’s a pregnant pause in the dark air then. “I need to keep them safe.”
Negan likes to think she knows what is wrong, knows what is right. To any sane mind, Rick’s offer would cause more than a wince in someone, it’s the kind of offer that makes your blood chill in your veins. Coercion – Negan can hear her primordial brain scream.
It’s crowded and cold though, deep within Negan. Heart like ice. There’s this fucked up, awful little moment of silence before Negan takes Rick’s face in her hands – kisses her right on her plush mouth.
It’s wrong, but somehow Rick bucks up into Negan’s assault, lets out these soft little whimpers as Negan’s hands traverse up and down Rick’s small body.
Negan watches Rick’s open face – an exalted face, an aroused face, an agonized face. She doesn’t seem like she’s ever made such a face in her life.
“Let’s get you out of this, sweetheart,” Negan whispers, pushing Rick’s jacket off of her lithe shoulders. The woman’s arms are deceptively strong – toned. Sternum thin and stark beneath Rick’s stretching expanse of pale skin. Negan snakes her invading, warm hands beneath her tight tank-top, watching enraptured as the woman’s tight abdomen is revealed, ribs expanding like a nervous bird.
Rick’s small breast are exposed then, luminous in the half-light. And then she is nude from the waist up. She’s small, everywhere, Negan thinks. But deceptively strong, electric and capable. Negan fits her hands around Rick’s wan waist, sucks at the woman’s exposed neck, clavicles. Rick moans at this, one leg coming up to lightly, shyly, wrap around Negan’s narrow hip. Negan tucks her own blunt, straight hair behind her ears before diving in again – consuming Rick’s mouth, hands running low, lower, until they reach her duty belt.
“Is you not saying anything an invitation for me to keep goin’, darlin’?” Negan whispers into the shell of Rick’s ear – hot breath causing the other woman to shiver.
“What do you think?” She drawls.
Fair game, Negan thinks.
She’s rough in her ministrations as she yanks Rick’s duty belt off – the other woman’s hips shifting atop the table, Rick kicks her cute little cowboy boots off as Negan makes work of her shorts, popping the buttons before yanking the zip down – forcefully tugs the denim down Rick’s fleshy and creamy thighs.
Rick opened her pelvis and recklessly unfurled her soul – bare now except for her underwear. Even her underwear was cute, endearing. Sexy. Worn and off white, a light blue lacy trim, her pubic hair coarse beneath the thin fabric. Negan could tell that Rick liked being admired, if anything. If she had any fear, she did not show it or take it too seriously.
Negan moved forwards again, boxed her in and dragged her hand down Rick’s heaving stomach to make contact with her covered pubis. Rick’s body had the turgor of a healthy stem then, dense and tight with moisture, so aroused she was already lost in it. She looked up beneath a mess of curls, brought her shaking hands up to Negan’s leather jacket, slowly pulled it off the other woman, her scarf too.
There was a crashing within Negan, blood pounding in her ears as she ran her fingertips along the edge of Rick’s underwear, slowly pulled the thin fabric down until she was entirely exposed, nude, flayed.
Overwhelmed, Rick pressed up into her, body arching as she brought her hands up to Negan’s face – kissed her on her own accord.
“Shh sweetheart,” Negan whispered, hooked a hard and lean arm around Rick’s waist, hefted her up so Negan could turn and sit down on the dinette seat, move the other woman atop of her. Rick then, is writhing like a bitch in heat as she settles between one of Negan’s clothed thighs – whines out long and low pitched as she chases some much needed friction up against Negan’s leg.
“Come on, help me out…” Rick said into Negan’s shoulder, voice muffled by the fabric of Negan’s T-shirt.
“Sure, Rick.”
Negan opened her hand, licked a stripe down the palm and shifted lower, makes some much needed contact with Rick’s aroused sex, soft salt running along her exposed labia before lightly dancing along her clitoris. Rick’s body darts here and there, sensitive creature. She whines long and high into Negan’s neck as her sex is lightly stimulated, clearly not enough for the woman.
Negan takes her hand away, shifts it around Rick’s body to run along her buttocks, then back down to her leaking hole – the angle a little awkward as Rick whimpers out, bucks up into Negan’s thigh. There was a dull roar in Negan’s ears as her free hand fisted in Rick’s hair, then she curls a single finger deep within the girl, gets the sweetest little cry as a result.
Negan smirks a little – mean – as she curls two fingers up to the second knuckle, feels Rick tremble and twitch with the stimulation – tries to rock deeper into the fingers up inside of her.
“S’all I got darlin’,” Negan says – looks up to God as she can feel the girl leak onto her leg.
Rick says nothing at that – just brings one of her hands down to her vagina – lightly ghosting against the fingers fucking into her before rutting against the side of her palm. The heat is excruciating – the smell of sex and cunt visceral.
“None of that, Rick, c’mon let me do it, sweetheart,” Negan says apologetically – brings her free hand back down to play with the girl’s clit as she slips another finger deep inside.
“Please,” Rick murmurs out. And Negan always liked them desperate, likes the feeling of a woman writhing and crying atop of her or beneath her. Negan can feel Rick’s plush mouth nosing up against her jaw and throat – the other woman gets a solid rhythm going as she bucks and grinds on Negan’s lap.
“Shh… That’s it Rick – atta girl,” Rick twitches at the praise, something in the girl turned hot and glowing – eyes glazing over. Negan looks down at the girl’s nude body – feels like she could just eat her up, sweet thing.
This was always Negan’s favourite part – compelled a part of her soul that was joined with hunger.
Rick cried and cried and then her cry was clipped off with a sharp, needy gasp. Negan can feel the shuddering waves in the woman stutter and come to a stop – hole quivering around Negan’s long, thin fingers. Her liquid flame was out.
In the comedown, Negan ran a comforting hand up and down Rick’s lower back, feeling the knobs of her fiery spine.
“I should – You need…” Rick stuttered out – shifting to sit atop of Negan’s lap – look into the other woman’s eyes.
The thing is, Negan was soaked, of course she was. But what Rick is offering was not the point – not today. Feels too selfish even for Negan.
“No, no darlin’ - I got what I wanted.”
Negan also had to keep up appearances – doesn’t need to look like she’s just been fucked within an inch of her life. She doesn’t say that to Rick, though.
After everything – Negan still takes out two of Rick’s own, feels a little worse than bad as she watches Rick’s soul unfurl again, but for a different reason this time.
Negan got what she wanted – she’s never pretended to be a good woman.