Chapter 16

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Negan growled as he swung his fist hard. The feel of the bag connecting against his knuckles vibrated through his arm and he pulled back landing another smooth hit. He alternated fists and between quick jabs and slow punches.

One, two, one, two.

Downstairs, Negan and others installed a gym, when he saw the old place back in the Tradepost and that the RK's had a gymnasium and training and fighting setup. He had days where he is alone, working up his fist that they bruised up. But he didn't care; pain is pain. Nothing new to it. He heard the news his people found a herd of Runners coming through the mountains, and he insist people and himself to draw them out east, into the dome where the burned out Infected used to be. He knew there could be those big bastards; he invested Vix back in Fairview to try out new weapons of her own since the fuckers eat those bullets up.

He panted as he came to rest, all his energy zapped out of him. He reaches over the bench to get his bottled water. He chugged it down between pants, slowly recapturing his breath.

He hopes nothing goes wrong.

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Mal wasn't happy for the Saviors to go out to lure out Runners. Hell, she's more pissed off at Negan. Sure, he's the leader and people need to see him as brave and strong, but following a herd of Runners into a pit that's too dangerous, and what makes it worse we've got Bloaters, they might appear. The reality of telling Negan slowly crushed at her. She'd spent the whole week trying to tell him, to even let her come as well. But he didn't, he rather have her at Sanctuary with Bud to lead the compound. Then to release her frustrations she ended up on her back, Negan pleasuring her and whispering to her a very detailed description of what Negan would do to her if she was being a bad girl. It was ridiculous, but worth to relieve the stress.

She went searching when no answer came at the door, spying the yellow glow shining out from the small building that housed the gym.

She caught sight of Negan, shirtless, splayed out on the weight bench lifting what looked like a good part of his own body weight. Veins on his arms as prominent as the muscles that exerted a ridiculous strength against the heavy weights. Each grunt as the man lifted had her heart throbbed, blood rushing south, making her lightheaded. Negan still hadn't noticed her standing there, his face focused. For once her teenage mind took over, any 'beyond her years' maturity disappeared until all that was left was the realization that Negan was just damn hot. The way he was reclined on the bench had everything on show, the tight sweatpants, hung so low on his hips, did nothing to conceal the firm muscle he knew was lurking underneath the thin material. Mal had never been more grateful that the man liked to work out without a shirt, tattoos on display underneath the sheen of sweat that shimmered on his skin. She wanted nothing more than to lick it up, enjoy the salty taste of his flesh under her tongue, trace the lines of the skull on his pec. Biting her lip at the thought of trailing her tongue down following the path of hair that went right under the material...

A loud clang of metal on metal snapped her from her thoughts, her eyes shot up to meet Negan's wide ones. If she wasn't so aroused she might have felt a smidge of shame at being caught so shamelessly checking him out. Instead, she took advantage of her lust-addled brain to give her the courage to saunter over to him, throwing a leg over to straddle the man on the bench. She let the man guide her hips to settle him comfortably on top of him before she leaned down to kiss him. Her tongue lapped out, the familiar taste of Negan mixed with salty sweat, she delved deeper into his mouth, taking control of the kiss for once. Judging by the way Negan moaned underneath her, she didn't seem to mind the role change a single bit, just gripped her hips harder, tongue coming out to dance with her own.

Mal pulled away from the kiss first, smiling when Negan's lips tried to follow his own. She leaned back pulling out of reach, her hands were firm against Negan's chest, she wanted him to stay right where he was. All spread out, just for her, her own blank canvas for her to paint with her kisses. That cocky smirk of his sent more jolts of lust through her body, tingling right down to her toes.

"Well, hello to you too." Negan's voice was low, lust cutting at it till it became huskier, his hands rubbed circles on Mal's hips, the heat burning through the jeans she desperately wished she wasn't wearing. "I must've been a very good boy to deserve that."

Mal rocked her hips, testing out the man's grip, it was firm but she still had space to wriggle down on the growing hardness beneath her. "Makes a nice change." Goosebumps prickled under Mal's fingertips, she left a trail of them, like footprints in the snow, marking the path her hands took as she stroked along Negan's skin. He was so warm, the heat practically radiated into Mal, spreading through her body like a fire.

"Don't know what you mean." Negan's firm hands slowly stroked up and down her thighs. He leaned up, ghosting his lips over Mal's. "M'always a good boy."

Mal pushed down with her hands again, stopping him from taking her lips in a kiss, shoving him back against the leather. "Good boys stay where they're put."

Negan held his hands up in defeat, stretching up to lock his hands behind his head, if Mal wanted to run the show he damn well wasn't gonna complain. Soaking up the sight of her on top, that gorgeous blush that trailed from her cheeks down her long neck, slipping from his view by the shirt that still covered Mal's skin. It was beautiful watching her work out her pleasure, even if the languid, feather-like touches were driving him as crazy as the tentative rocking of her hips. He could hardly blink, not wanting to miss out on a single moment of this. Mal had never been so forward before, usually she had to take the reins, encouraging her with soft, reassuring touches. Not that he'd minded that, but this? This was goddamn glorious.

Smiling when he got his way, Mal's hands resumed their exploration of his chest, thrilled in the way Negan's back arched whenever her nails scratched over his nipples. She loved the way the man was looking at her, unconcealed lust that covered his face took her breath away, it hitched in her chest, made her hips rock into him, seeking more friction. Mal rewarded the man's compliance, sinking further onto his lap so she could let her lips trace his skin. Her lips burned where soft flesh met harsh stubble, the lingering sting on them urging her hips forward again, grinding against Negan's now-hard prick. Her tongue followed his lips, teasing out harsh pants that echoed in her ears, encouraging him to be firmer. He nipped out, toying with the flesh under his teeth, soon the pants turned to groans, hands that had been behaving themselves worked their way back to Mal's hips. They gripped them tight, rocking him harder, Negan's hips thrusting up to meet his own hesitant thrusts.

Mal let him claim back that bit of control, focusing on tugging at his earlobe with her teeth as the heat between them became stifling, she loved how heavy Negan's palms felt on her hips. The possessive, forceful grip adding to the pleasure pulsing in her veins. They hadn't done this recently, Mal had been reluctant to try it again given how it had ended last time, but she'd been so damn wrong. It felt too damn good not to do, the intimacy of the moment, the feeling of two hot bodies grinding together, working to reach the pleasure.

She was too hot, burning up from the inside, she paused her movements, chest heaving, taking a moment to strip herself of her shirt, leaving her in her not very sexy bra but Negan didn't care what she's wears. She's sexy as hell. Almost immediately calloused hands found their way onto her pale flesh, tracing along muscles and scars, sending shivers up her spine at the rough feel on her sensitive skin. Their lips found each other in a bruising kiss, it grew sloppy as their hips ground harder against each other, tongues dipping in and out of each other's mouths. The chests slipped against each other, slicked by the sweat to create a delicious friction. Mal's nails scratched at Negan's broad shoulder, trying to find an anchor in the pleasure. Their heavy pants mingled together, lips brushing, no longer a kiss, just wet heat. She hardly noticed the hands that slid down his back, creeping under her waistband, it wasn't until they scratched at her ass, the pleasure burning at her, that she realized just where they were. She couldn't complain, not when they guided her hips more forcefully against Negan's, letting them both drag together in a friction that should've been painful.

"That's it baby, c'mon." Negan murmured his encouragement into her ear. "You're doin' so damn good."

Mal let his words fill her, taking her away from any embarrassment at the keening moans that she couldn't stop falling from her mouth. It felt so damn good, the fire in her stomach almost ready to burst out. "Negan... god..."

Negan gripped her tighter, nails digging into to her soft skin, pulling her all the closer. Shifting his hips, he could get more friction, push them closer to the edge if he just found the right...

"Oh..." Mal cried out. "There... there... don't stop... please." Her hips stuttered, the urge for her climax knocking her rhythm until all she could do was rut instinctively against him, following the path Negan had paved for him. She wanted her jeans off, wanted to feel more of Negan's hot flesh against her, wanted any barrier between their bodies to burn away until nothing was left but the two of them caught up in their passion.

There we go, Negan thought, he felt Mal's hips grow more frantic, her moans coming faster and more desperate. "You gonna come for me?" He was about to burst, balls getting tighter and tighter, but there was no way in hell he was goin' without giving Mal what she needed. A desperate whimper was her only reply. "C'mon baby... that's it... god you're so goddamn gorgeous... c'mon... come for me."

That did it, Mal's body seized up in his grip, stilling as pleasure roared through her veins. The sheer look of ecstasy, the loss of the control that kept Mal so tense all the time was enough to push Negan over the edge. She held their hips flush together, grinding out their climax.

They caught their breath together, Mal gave up any pretense of holding herself up and just let her body flop against Negan. It was uncomfortable, sticky, Negan's hands still laid heavily on her ass, massaging gently.

Great job on starting a conversation Mal, she mentally berated herself. She really was too distractible.

They parted in sweet kisses before she puts her shirt back on. "Mal?" Negan's concerned voice slipped through her haze. "You okay?"

Mal gave him a weak smile. "Please be safe."

The look Negan gave her made his heart clench. "I will. I'll be very safe."

Mal let her hand fall onto Negan's, clenching it tight.

He cupped Mal's face in one hand and wiped her cheek with a few swipes of his thumb. Neither of them said anything, Mal just licked her lips slowly and took a deep breath.

She lets Negan stay for a bit before he goes off. She didn't want to ruin her happy glow. They'd showered, not together obviously, then settled down to eat their food. It was nice, and perfect. And she gives him a kiss of goodbye- or what Negan says a good luck kiss before he descends off.

She was about to go to Bud when Maggie and Bud are at the front gate and stepped through inside. She walks across the rail bridge and heads towards Bud and Maggie who were quite tense. All weapons out and aiming at a tall cloaked figure. Another Savior immediately moved to pat the stranger down, searching him even while Maggie assured them that she and Bud had already taken his weapons. Mal stood behind and center, gun in hand.

"How'd you found this place?" Bud asked. The tall gruff man took a step forward, only to be pulled back by Maggie. The man's hands were up, but Mal's mind still screamed at her to get this person as far away from them as she could.

Eyes not leaving the stranger, Mal addressed Maggie. "You said he had a weapon?" Maggie nodded.

"We put them away into the infirmary."

"Who are you?"

"Strider. Nathan Strider." He said.

"There's something you need?" She came forward to him, growling at the man, knowing full well that she was being hostile and not caring in the least bit. The man put him on edge, the way his body is stiff, followed them inside, and came into the doors where people like him can't find the Sanctuary. That was what stuck with Mal the most, made her confused: she looked completely perplexed when Mal stepped forward, like the dozen-plus people taking his gun and patting him down an holding weapons on him weren't a surprise to him. Either this guy was extremely confident, or...or he had other people with him, waiting in the wings. The thought made Mal's skin crawl.

"He was at Fairview, but didn't want to go to the Tradepost." Bud said, sounding just as skeptical as Mal felt.

Fairview? What the hell- why did Vix and Tom let him go?

"I wondered around." The man said. "I thought the Sanctuary would be a good place to stay. I just need a place to stay."

Mal stared at him blankly.

"I'm a man with nothing." The man said. "My life is surviving, alone and to walk miles until I need a rest. I came here for one reason, to find myself. And see if I can find Sanctuary, to find myself." He suddenly stared at Mal as if he was searching her at something, like he wanted recognition.

Mal strode forward, glaring at the man and inspecting the battle scar on his face. Then she clocked the man hard in the side of the head. Nathan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, and Mal nodded to Bud and Maggie, who had surged forward to inspect the damage.

"Tie him up. Put him in the dark room."

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