seventeen

Ariana had spent the last hour meticulously preparing herself for the evening. She'd chosen a dress that struck a balance between elegant and practical, a dark blue number that complemented the dim, warm glow of the Sancturay's firelight.

As the hour approached, she took a deep breath and glanced at herself in the mirror. She looked composed, her nerves masked by a veneer of calm. Still, the flutter of anticipation in her chest was undeniable.

She made her way to Negan's quarters, her steps steady despite the nagging thoughts about Atlas's departure and the warnings he'd shared. The corridors of the Sanctuary were quieter than usual, the usual clamor of activity subdued by the approaching night.

When she finally reached Negan's door, she paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She could hear the soft hum of music from within, the sound a curious mix of blues and classic rock. With a deep breath, she knocked lightly and then opened the door, stepping inside.

The room was dimly lit by a few strategically placed lamps and candles, creating a cosy and intimate atmosphere. The table was set for two, adorned with a simple but elegant arrangement of dishes and cutlery. Negan stood by the table, his back turned as he finished arranging the last touches.

He turned as he heard the door open, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of Ariana.

"You never fail to surprise me. Or turn me on."

Ariana smiled, feeling a flush of warmth at his compliment. "Shut up. You're ridiculous."

Negan chuckled and gestured to the table. "Why don't you have a seat? I'm about to serve up something that'll knock your socks off. Or at least, I hope so."

She took her place at the table as Negan moved to serve the meal. He'd prepared a hearty spread: grilled steak, roasted vegetables, and a simple but delicious-looking salad. The aroma was rich and inviting, and Ariana couldn't help but feel impressed.

As Negan sat down across from her, he poured two glasses of red wine, the deep burgundy liquid catching the candlelight.

"So, how's it feel to be back in the lap of luxury? Missing the storm yet?"

Ariana laughed softly, shaking her head. "A little. Part of me liked it. But I'm more curious about how you managed to pull this off."

Negan's grin widened. "I've got my talents. Who knew I could cook, right? Sometimes even a ruthless leader has to indulge in a little domesticity."

Ariana raised an eyebrow playfully. "And here I thought you only knew how to wield a bat and make grand speeches."

Negan leaned back, his gaze locked on her.

"Oh, I told you I'm full of surprises. You'll just have to stick around to find out what other talents I've got."

As they began to eat, the conversation flowed easily. Negan's playful banter and Ariana's sharp wit created a dynamic that felt both comfortable and charged. The tension from earlier was replaced by a lighter, more relaxed atmosphere, and Ariana found herself enjoying the evening more than she had anticipated.

"So..." Negan said, breaking the easy rhythm of their conversation. "What's got you feeling all warm and fuzzy about your life here now?"

Ariana glanced up, meeting his gaze. "It's not just about the Sanctuary or even about you, really. It's about finding moments of normalcy in a world that's anything but."

Negan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I get that. It's the little things that keep us grounded. And sometimes, those little things come in unexpected packages."

Ariana hesitated before continuing. "You know, Atlas mentioned that I should be careful about getting too close to you. He thinks you have a way of drawing people in, only to... well, use them for your own ends."

Negan's smile faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and something else... perhaps hurt or frustration. "And what do you think?"

"I think that there's more to you than just the image Atlas has. But I also think he's not entirely wrong. I need to be cautious, not just for myself, but for everyone involved."

Negan's gaze remained steady, and he leaned in slightly. "I appreciate the honesty. Believe me, I don't take it for granted. I know I'm not exactly the easiest person to figure out. But I'm not here to play games anymore, Ariana."

Ariana took a sip of her wine, her thoughts whirling. "I'm starting to believe that. But we both know that trust doesn't come easily in this world."

Negan's smile returned, though it was softer, more genuine. "Fair enough. I'm not asking you to trust me blindly. Just... give me a chance to show you that there's more to me than the rumors and the reputation."

Ariana met his gaze, feeling the sincerity in his words. "Alright. I'll give you that chance."

Negan's gaze, dark and smoldering, held hers. "You know sometimes it's not just about talking. Sometimes actions speak louder than words."

Ariana's breath hitched, her pulse quickening at the raw intensity of his voice.

"And what do you have in mind?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Negan's smirk turned into something more predatory. "Let me show you."

He closed the distance between them in a few swift strides, his hands gripping her hips with a firm, commanding touch. His fingers dug into her skin as he pulled her close, their bodies pressing together. The heat from his body and the fierceness of his grip sent a shiver through Ariana.

Negan leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I've been wanting this since I first saw you. You've got no idea how much I've been fuckin' craving you." His breath was hot and tantalising against her skin.

Ariana's response was instinctive. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access as she felt the thrill of his words and the heat of his touch.

"Then show me." She breathed out, her voice trembling with desire.

Without hesitation, Negan's lips captured hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. It was rough, hungry, full of the passion and frustration that had been building between them. Ariana responded with equal fervor, her hands grabbing at his shirt as she pulled him closer. The kiss was heated and urgent, a primal expression of the need they felt for each other.

"I know you couldn't fucking keep away from me."

"Don't flatter yourself." Ariana replied in between breaths.

Negan's hands roamed over her body, his touch firm and possessive. He pushed her back gently but decisively, guiding her to the edge of the bed. As he began to undress her, his movements were confident and assertive, each action deliberate and full of intent.

Ariana's dress came off, leaving her in her lingerie. Negan's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his gaze hungry and appreciative. He reached out, his hands exploring her curves with a rough yet reverent touch.

"You are so fucking beautiful." He groaned, his voice filled with raw need.

She reached out, her hands moving to undo his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. As she pushed his shirt off, her fingers brushed against the solid muscle of his chest, feeling the heat radiating from him.

"Do you know what you're fucking doing to me?"

He quickly wasted no time climbing on top of her, leaving wet kisses on her chest, sucking the skin above her breasts as she ran her fingers through his hair. His hand reached behind her, quickly and smoothly unclasping her bra and throwing it on the floor. He pulled away for a moment to admire her breasts and then leaned down and began sucking on her left nipple whilst gently massaging her right one between his fingers.

Ariana began to let out small moans as he smirked and pulled away, his fingers still pinching her other nipple and his lips meeting hers again. She felt his hands moving down her body, her back arching at his touch as some of his fingers slipped underneath her panties. He sat up, pulling them down her legs and throwing them to the side, admiring the sight in front of him.

He smirked as he moved his hands up and down her thighs, making her squirm underneath his touch.

"Negan, please..." Ariana whined.

"Tell me what you fucking want, Princess." Negan leant down, cupping her face in one of his hands whilst the other squeezed her thigh. "Say it."

He moved the hand from her thigh, slowly downwards and began to rub her wet pussy, tracing a figure of eight with his index finger on her clit. Ariana began to moan louder, pulling him down so her lips were against his neck. He then pushed a finger inside of her, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.

"Say it." He snapped. "Come on."

"I want-" Ariana moaned again. "You. I want you inside me."

Negan watched her as her body arched and she moaned in delight, he laughed as he moved his hand and pulled away. He began undoing his black trousers, pulling both them and his boxers down and off to reveal his large dick, already leaking with pre cum. 

Negan climbed on top of Ariana, gently moving his cock and entering it inside of her making her gasp. He began to thrust softly as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Faster." She moaned. "Please."

Negan didn't hesitate as he sat up, holding her legs over his shoulders as he began to thrust into her faster and harder, she moaned underneath him, and he watched her as he bit his lip and jolted forwards so they shared a rough kiss.

"You feel so good." Negan whispered against her lips as he carried on, moans still escaping from her mouth."Do you still hate me now?" He teased as he thrust into her.

"I hate you so much." Ariana replied in between moans, causing him to bite his lip.

"This is why you came tonight isn't it? So I could fuck your brains out?"

Aurelia nodded and felt pressure beginning to build in her stomach as she knew she was close to the edge.

"I'm so close..." She whimpered, as Negan got even faster, his hips snapping into her.

"Cum with me." Negan commended as his finger began rubbing her clit again whilst he pounded in and out of her, her moans louder than ever.

Ariana arched her back, feeling herself clenching around his cock as it twitched inside of her, prompting them both to let out their last moans of pleasure. Negan carried on thrusting lazily until they had both finished, and then slowly pulled out and collapsed onto her bed next to her.

Ariana's head rested on Negan's chest, her breath calming as she savored the warmth of his embrace. Negan grabbed the back of Ariana's head, lifting it up to meet his gaze.

"You're mine now. What are you?" He demanded.

"I'm yours, Negan." She replied submissively.

Negan smiled, pulling her in for long kiss but before pushing her away. "Yes you fucking are. All mine."