This chapter get's pretty hot and heavy, you can skip it and it'll take nothing away from the story. The beginning and the end is marked with ***)

Negan paced the room restlessly like a caged Lion until the light had long faded from the sky. Gulping back two double whiskey's that tasted as corrosive as his temper. He finally settled back down onto his king sized bed, its black silk covers helping cool his warm blood. He tiredly rubbed the palms of his hands over his weary eyes, they felt like lead slates over his dark peepers.

Try as he might he just couldn't get Honey out of his head, she was in there like a splinter. Her defiance, her dogged resolve, her willingness to sacrifice herself for her people, for the greater good, allured him to no end. How he wished all of HIS men were so loyal, they were fickle and mercenary.

Stubborn, rebellious and foolish girl. But he had to admit she had shown herself to be resourceful and intelligent, he had seen it in her eyes, that fierce spark of intuition and she could think on her feet. Who did she remind him of?

He couldn't forget the way her dark eyes gazed into his. Her little fingers balled up into fists in her anger, the way her ample chest rose and fell with her greedy breaths. The way her long dark hair blew in the wind and gently tickled his face at the courtyard, and how soft she felt when she tried to grab his wrist.

He knew what he had seen in her cell, how she tensed under his touch and how she gazed at his face, considering him ever so discreetly. How her big doe eyes were drawn to his lips and how she internally reprimanded herself when she knew he had caught her staring at him, it had been a very long time since he had shown anyone some softness, and she had felt good, even if she was using her charms to lure him in.

The way she held the knife up to him on her suicide mission, such a challenging action in her eyes, yet Negan knew he could have blown her over with just his breath if he wanted to. He purposely drew it out when she stormed his bedroom to see how far she would actually go, and he enjoyed seeing her act so fierce.

He couldn't help but admire her daring and insolent attitude, he had missed banter, always being an argumentative and caustic person up for a verbal rut, but no-one would dare speak to him like she did and he liked the way he saw the cogs whizz round in her brain as she spewed out sulfur.

He wrestled with his thoughts, telling himself the reason he didn't finish her there and then was because she was a bargaining chip, as long as she was under his care Rick wouldn't dare jeopardize her life by rebelling against his New World order. Not because she intrigued him, she was so beyond the archetype, but he meant what he said, she would eventually break. A week in the cells would see to that.

He thought about the way her long brown hair framed her feminine and soft face. Those almost pitch wolf-like eyes that rested above her ski-slope nose were so easy for him to look into.

"For fuck's sake. No fucking way, never stick your dick in crazy". He mumbled into the darkness, ruffling his hair before allowing himself some sleep.

A soft knock tapped on the door, startling him. He pulled off the covers and stood up, reaching out for Lucille.

The only bitch worth sleeping next too.

"I swear to fucking God if this isn't life or death, someones getting their knees fuckin capped!"

"It's me" That soft accentuated voice called through the door.

What the fuck? It can't be...

He opened his door to reveal Honey standing there in a blue star printed pajama set and black socks. Her hair hanging down her back, framing her soft face. She had her arms behind her back and one foot leaning on its tiptoes, giving her a kittenish stance, her top three buttons undone. The significant height difference gave Negan a lovely view of her full breasts and defined collarbone.

"How the fuck did you get out? Come to try and kill me again?" His grip tightened around Lucille's handle and he tensed, he knew her looks were deceiving, even though she didn't look like a threat she was dangerous, her years living on the road had given her a feral side.

"I've got my way's, but I'm not here for that...I thought maybe you'd like some company and I need to talk to you." Honey cooed, overtly inspecting his bare chest.

Negan stood slightly astonished in the door frame, but once again, he bit.

"Well ain't this a fuckin surprise! Come on in, baby" Negan replied with a wide grin, enjoying how she smiled at his pet name and lowering Lucille.

He shut the door behind her and walked back over to his bed, subtly checking if the knife was still under his pillow. He sat up against the rest with his legs up and patting the space beside him in a silent command.

Honey obliged, she sat close next to him cross-legged, and he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ears, gently brushing her cheek and he couldn't help but feel a slight flutter as she tilted her head into his touch.

"So sweetheart, what can I do for you so late in the night? You miss me that fuckin much you bring yourself up here unaccompanied?"

She gently bit her bottom lip, looking him up and down and nervously fiddling with her fingers. Negan put his hands over them and squeezed in a reassuring gesture, pleasantly pleased she didn't move them away.

"Come on doll, what's up? Someone start some shit with you? Was it fuckin' Dwight?"

She shook her head and linked her fingers through his, the intimacy of the action surprising him and he couldn't help but try to tug them apart, but she gave them a tender squeeze and held on.

"No...not at all! I've just been thinking...Please Negan, hear me out". She shifted, removing her fingers from his to tickle them down his upper arm and lay down next to him.

"Rick is finished, he works for you and Alexandria is yours. You're the big swingin' dick's of this world, I get it....and I need to be a part of it"

"Go onnnn..." Negan drawled out, watching her fingers slowly move towards his chest.

"I wanna stay with you...work for you, you're double the man Rick could ever be. I'll be your new right-hand girl, I'll show you things you've never even dreamed of." She explained, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, he couldn't help but run his fingers through her hair and smile at the prospect at how big of a fuck you this was for Rick, he was going to love rubbing this one in his face.

"Holy shit, doll. And here's me thinkin' how difficult it was gonna be to make you obey, this another one of your little schemes? I thought you had it bad for the prick?" Negan quizzed, reveling in her touch and walking his fingers up Honeys side like two fictional legs.

"You're my leader now, we're gonna make one hell of a team, baby..." Honey breathed huskily, the way she smiled and gazed into his eyes eroded his suspicion.

"Wanna finish off what we started before...?" She added, he could see her heartbeat under her top and there was no way he could refuse.

***

She clambered over his legs to straddle his waist, angling her core to rest in between his thighs, she slid herself over his now hardening erection that hid in his pants. Negans head reached back, opening his mouth for a deep growl to escape from it in response to the friction.

He grabbed her hips and encouraged them to grind in circles, her palms now resting on his chest and leaning forward to let her teeth firmly but enticingly nip down his neck, her wet plump mouth sucking patches of skin.

Negan flipped her over, a playful scream escaping Honey's lips as she giggled and squirmed but he held her hands in place above her head.

"Oh fuck, Honey. I'll consider your fuckin' offer, but I think I'm gonna have to try before I buy." Negan said in a deep and husky voice, his mouth kissing down her neck and nipping her collarbone as she wrapped her legs around him in encouragement.

"I'm gonna make you pay for what you did to me before...I want you begging me to fuck you before I slip into you".

His mouth assaulted hers, chests crushing together as Honey bucked up her hips in a need for friction. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entry and she parted her lips willingly, both tongues dancing for dominance.

His lips turned their attention back to her neck, nipping and sucking there way down to her breasts. Honey mewled in pleasure, desperately trying to move her hands from his grip.

"Plleaseee,  give me my hands back, I need to touch you."

He smiled against her and let go of one hand and it instantly squeezed its way between them and reached into his pants. His erection was hard and throbbing, Honeys hands grasping it at the bottom and stroking right up to the top. Teasing him with twisting motions.

"Oh fuck...don't fucking stop, Hon"

There were far too many clothes between them and it suddenly was very hot in the room. He released her other hand and almost shook her out of her top, popping a few buttons from their strings and baring her full breasts.

"Holy shit! You've been hidin' those under there this whole fuckin' time". He gripped her waist to keep her still and flicked his tongue over her nipple, his fingers teasing them with frim squeezes.

She arched her back and gripped him harder, her strokes speeding up, her other hand gripping his hair to encourage him to continue.

After one last gentle nip, he turned his attention to that desperately needy spot between her legs, his hand pulling her pants down and sliding a finger in between her as she moaned loudly in his ear.

"Oh fuck! That's it baby...right there".

He found her spot and rubbed tight circles around it, slowly and teasingly, then speeding up and slowing back down. Her hand left his cock and gripped his arms, her nails digging in to protest the teasing.

"You gotta ask me, baby. Tell me who you belong to?"

"Please, don't fucking tease me, do it!".

"What do you fuckin' say?!" He breathily asked, looking into her eyes and enjoying the way her brows scrunched in frustration.

"I belong to you! Please! Do it, Negan".

He beamed and his fingers picked up a fast pace as she writhed underneath him, her nipples poking his chest and her arms reaching back to grasp the bed rest. He was as hard as a rock and throbbed painfully with a dull ache.

"Baby, I'm gonna have to fuckin' ram you soon...God your so fuckin wet for me aren't you"

All Honey could do was moan in pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, he gripped himself a slid it in between her fold, his tip providing much-needed friction on her as he lazily rubbed it against her.

"Oh my God, fuck's sake baby, that feels sooo gooood" Honey growled, her voice low and shakey. Her fingers dug into his back and scratched hungrily at his flesh.

"Say my name baby, ask for me again". He growled, ceasing all his ministrations.

"Negan! Please just fuck me". That was all he needed.

He flipped her over onto her stomach, and she lifted up her hips for him with no hesitation.

He rammed into her and she arched her back in ecstasy and bit at the pillow under her face, rocking her hips back to buck him halfway in between thrusts.

But he couldn't let her go that easily...he allowed himself to slide out of her, one hand rubbing his tip once again against her to then slowly slide back in-allowing himself only half way-to then pull out again.

She growled in protest, her nails grabbing the sheets in frustration.

She was squirming like a worm on a hook so he flipped her over onto her back again. Pinning her wrists above her head.

He almost didn't know what way he wanted to have this girl. Up, down, left or right.

"Please, I'm sorry about the cells. Don't do this to me...I need it so bad!"

At her urging, he grabbed hold of his cock to ram it in. Deep and hard, while his other hand gripped her breast. Their breathing was ragged and heavy, the sound of flesh hitting flesh vibrating off the walls of the room.

"Harder...fuckin' deeper" She mewled and he felt his climax building like a pressure cooker.

"Oh my fuckin God...you fit me like a goddam glove".

"Fuck you're filling me to the brim" She cried through her gritted teeth, her stomach tensing and toes curling.

Honey crushed her lips to his, giving him everything she had and sucking the breath out of his body, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck, don't stop, please!" She growled into his mouth, biting his bottom lip.

He gave her everything he had, taking her hard and fast, her hands were now grasping at his back and through his hair, Negan knew he was going to finish soon, he usually liked to take this slower. But he just couldn't restrain himself, he had no self control when it came to Honey.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head up for one more deep kiss.

He wanted her to have her own release before him, so he slid his hand in-between her legs to massgage her, circling it tight and fast. She arched her head back and moaned in ecstasy with a loud call of his name. It made him fall over the cliff, his own climax amplified when he felt her convulse around him as he shoved his head beside her neck and into the pillow, a throaty growl echoing from his throat.

He lay still over her for a while, feeling himself soften inside of her. But Honey must have felt uncomfortable under his full weight and shifted underneath him, prompting him to roll on to his side beside her.

***

She quickly hid under the covers, pulling on her pants and rebuttoning her top. Looking at him sheepishly, expecting him to shoo her out of the room and back to the cells.

At first, that was exactly what he was going to do, he had allowed himself to show far too much leniency with her. But as she nervously fiddled with her hair and side-eyed him, he couldn't do it. Instead, he placed his arm around her waist, pulling her into him and lying down with her. She rested her arm around him and nuzzled her head under his chin.

"So Hon, you're definitely mine now? Nothin' left for poor old Rick?" He drawled, enjoying the slight smell of coconut on her hair.

"Only if I can be your new favorite girl." She yawned, her fingers tracing up his stomach. He laughed, knowing she still didn't know the half of it and she slapped his chest playfully, blissfully unaware and cozying right into him to fall into sleep.

A upbeat knock woke Negan up from his hot dream, light streaming in through his window and sweat lightly glossing his body. He checked the empty side of his bed to see if it really was all in his head.

"You have GOT to be FUCKIN with me!"

The persistent knock sounded again. "All fucking Right! You fuckin' nut gobbler. I'm coming...well I was!" He swung the door open to reveal a sheepish looking Simon.

"Mornin', Boss!" He chimed like today was going to be the best day on Earth.

Negan deadpanned him and Simon cleared his throat after his face dropped. "Sorry, you said to wake you early to run over the intel for Alexandr-"

"Yes, Simon I fuckin remember! How was the girl through the night?"

Simon shifted his weight and shook his head in disapproval. "Pretty bad, she tried to kill Morton when he opened the door to give her water, and all she's talking about it how Rick is gon' kill-"

Negan laughed and rubbed his stubble as Simon informed him of her bad behavior, but internally he felt unnerved at how much she was on his mind, it might be him that breaks before her.