Chapter 4

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They pulled into a parking lot that had half a dozen or so cars that were left.

"That was incredible, Negan!" Mal said, still high on adrenaline. "Thank you."

Negan licked his fingers and fixed Mal's wind hair. "Almost as good as sex, right?" He winked before taking Mal's hand in his, walking to the door.

"Should we bring our weapons?"

"My men scout around the place and it's ass-perfectly clean and safe."

He quickly pulled her toward a large set of double doors and motioned Mal to wait. He pulled some keys out of his pocket, looking down the hallway one last time before pushing the key into the lock and pushing the doors open. He tugged her into the room before quickly closing and locking the doors behind him. The immediate smell of chlorine filled their nostrils as Mal looked back over her shoulder to see the school's pool behind her. "Was your hopes to drown someone?"

"Not to a beautiful woman like yourself, but I've thought about it," Negan winked with a wicked smile and she shook her head uneasily.

"The water looks clean."

"My people installed clean chlorine water into the pool. Most of the rest went back to the Sanctuary in the workout station we're building. I want to teach you to swim, and have you get more confidence on us together, since we can go to third base now."

"No, not a chance," Mal shook her head, watching Negan step in closer to the pool and he looks down into the water before looking over his shoulder at her.

"Too late!" Negan's grin expanded and he stepped back before reaching for his leather jacket. He slowly pulled it from his arms, Mal watched him moving toward the corner of the room to set it down on the floor. His eyes met Mal's as she watched him start to unbutton his shirt, pulling the material away from his body making a breath catch in the back of her throat.

"Negan, what are you...?" Mal started seeing him pulling his shirt open completely and she looked over his toned body feeling her throat go dry at the very sight of his lean body. He pulled his shirt from his shoulders and tossed it on top of his jacket. Looking over his naked torso, Mal could feel her pulse leap in her neck and she found herself staring. She knew that she was, being such a creep. When Negan started to pull open his belt, she forced herself to look down. "I think you misunderstood me."

"No. You just told me that you wished you want to be comfortable with me. So here I am. I'm your boyfriend- you asked me to get naked in the pool with you so that's what I am going to do," Negan pulled his belt from his loops and you looked to him nervously. "Why don't you live up your fantasy a little bit here? Be the bad girl that you wish you brought back."

"Negan, you have a school full of your men outside," Mal looked over her shoulder toward the doors and she could tell that this area was blocked off, but there was still a chance that someone could come in and find the two of them. "I get your wicked sense of humor here."

"I'm not being funny. I'm being very fucking serious," Negan stated firmly as he popped open the button of his dark pants. His fingertips brushed over his zipper and slowly pulled it down as Mal let out an uncomfortable breath. He kicked out of his boots before reaching for his pants again. "I'm going to get naked in that pool and so are you."

"I don't think that's a good idea," she restated as Negan began to push the material down his long legs and Mal saw him standing before her in his red boxer briefs. The material clung to his body tightly and she let out a heavy exhale. Heat was flushing into her cheeks and she could see that his eyes were watching Mal like a hawk. The sight of him like this alone was better than anything she could have and already had dreamt of. His body was absolutely perfect. "I think you should stop there."

"I wouldn't be naked then," Negan pointed out, reaching for the hem of his boxer briefs and Mal spun on her heel. Mal's body didn't want to, nor did her mind, but she knew it was the right thing to do. "Oh baby, I know you don't want to be facing that way when I get these off. You want to see me naked; you want to see if I'm special. I can tell by the way that you are breathing, your body wants to see if I am as impressive as I make myself fucking sound."

"I don't think this is the best idea Negan," Mal muttered, damning herself for her words as she heard him moving in behind her. Closing her eyes tightly, she could hear the sound of him moving around behind her and she opened them when she felt his arm snake around her. Looking, Mal saw his hand holding the material of his boxer briefs before her. His body was still behind her and she didn't move knowing that he was very much naked. He dropped the material on the ground before her felt him moving away and she let out a heavy exhale. "You should get dressed."

"You can look now, you've already spoiled yourself on not seeing my dick," Negan sighed heavily and she looked over her shoulder to see him standing at the edge of the pool. He was facing away from Mal, but she glanced over his naked bottom and let out a trembling breath. His firm, tight bottom was gorgeous and his whole backside was stunning. "I'm still getting my ass in that pool. You better follow me in there."

"Negan," Mal watched him jump into the pool, the water splashing up and getting her slightly. Stepping back, she watched him resurface and he let out a proud laugh as he flipped his head back. He slicked back his dark hair before wiggling his finger at Mal. "I'm not getting naked in front of you."

"Yes, you are. Be the bad girl that you've always wanted to be. When you get to the good parts, I promise I will turn and look away," Negan promised with a proud smile as he watched Mal think things over for a long moment. "Come on, don't be a tight ass. Be that girl I know that's yearning to break free and have some fun."

"Fine. C-can I just be in my... underwear. I'm not sure that I-I can..." She huffed, wishing she wasn't nervous.

"I'm not trying to force you, Mal. Whatever's comfortable for you."

"Ok."

Setting her stuff down, she quickly pulled off her leather jacket and set it on top of her pack. Kicking out of her shoes, she worked on getting her shirt up and over her head. Negan was at the edge of the pool watching Mal closely as she pulled her shirt from her body. "I thought you said you wouldn't look."

"No, I didn't say that. I said when you got to the good parts, I wouldn't look," Negan reaffirmed what he said with a wide grin before biting into his bottom lip seductively. "So I'm going to take in what I can until you start to get naked. When you get to that part, I'll be the best gentleman I can be."

The blush must have spread throughout her whole face by now with how intensely he had been flirting with her tonight.

Slowly tugging her pants down her legs, Mal kept her eyes locked on Negan as his glance nearly ate Mal alive as she finally got the material away from her body. Quickly stripping off the rest of her clothes, Mal froze as Negan swam in closer. She walks over to the edge and sits down.

"You're so beautiful," Negan grazed a finger down from her left inner thigh, trailing over the healed scar from a dog bite she had way before after the Lucius war. To her saying, she's terrified at dogs and hates them.

"I'm not." She puts her legs up, covering herself. "My body isn't perfect. And I have too many scars to prove it more."

Negan pulled her legs down, one hand curled around the knee, a gesture both tentative and insistent all at once. "I fucking mean it, Mal. You're beautiful. These scars show how badass you are, that you're a survivor." He moved in closer, and then there were lips against on her dog bite, and Mal felt her breathing stop completely, caught in her lungs and unable to escape. "You're fucking perfect, Mal." Negan pressed gentle kisses to the scar, to push himself up to kiss the bullet scar on her shoulder.

"Now, let Daddy teach you how to swim."

Mal paled. "But- I might drown."

"I've got you. Trust me."

Mal slid in the water, hands gripping the edge of the pool. She was only halfway down, and he grabbed Mal's hands and pulled her in. The water rushed around Mal, chilling her so fast and aggressively Mal thought her soul would shake out of her body right then and there. Negan pulled her into a tight hug, "I got you." This time Mal wasn't drowning. Mal looked up at Negan, into his eyes.

At first swimming, he lead her to the swallow end, teaching her to kick her legs and trending her arms. Holding her, he took her more in deeper waters. Mal swam and trend, sometimes doing small dog paddles, until he lets go of her to a certain deep spot.

He encourage her, beaming as she does swim- not greatly- to the swallow end. Soon enough, he tries her to swim towards him from the deep end.

"C'mon, Mal. You've got this."

Unease, she nods and focuses on Negan. She then pushes her legs out and swam, trending her arms and kicking her legs. She felt a bit tired, however his encouragement and enthusiasm made her drive more into the swim. And he reaches to him, Negan hugs her.

"There you go! You fucking did it!"

"Yeah. I didn't drown."

"Nope, you didn't."

Nodding, she saw Negan tip his head back to get his dark hair wet and Mal took a long look over his hairy, wet chest. She could feel her throat go dry at the sight as she lowered her glance toward the water knowing that Mal could get somewhat of a form of his nude body beneath the water, but of course the image was blurred from the water.

"Hey now... I see you staring, if you want me to be a gentleman - you have to follow the same rules," Negan reached out to splash some water in Mal's direction and she let tight breath. "Not that I'm against you staring because I know you would like what you saw, but you kind of lost your chance. I did a nice little strip down for you and you missed it."

"Well maybe we can save a better version of it for a time where we are not out into the Ruins and have tons of Infected. Along with a lot of your co-workers," she gasped looking, swimming toward the middle of the pool to look around. "Which reminds me... they aren't in here, right?"

"Oh, now that would be fun...wouldn't it?" Negan laughed thickly as Mal looked over her shoulder at him with a deadly frown. "No, it's just us."

Mal swam back toward the edge of the pool and she could feel the cool wall of the pool pressed against her back. Negan swam in closer to Mal, his hands pressing in over the sides of the pool beside her head. Her breathing got heavier as she watched Negan's eyes hungrily looking over Mal and she reached her hand out to press it over his damp chest.

"I love you." He said, Mal watching his tongue slide out in over his bottom lip.

"Love you, too." Her body trembles from his movement.

"God, I can read the way that your body is acting and it's obvious as hell that you want me to touch you. That you want me to kiss you. " Negan's voice deepened as his body pressed in closer to Mal. His lips kisses hers slow, tasting more of each other.

"So is this your way of teasing me?" Mal whispered and her comment made a grin press in over his sexy features. He shook his head and sighed before reaching up to press a piece of her wet hair away from her face.

"No darling, I'm telling you that if you fucking want me- I'm willing to give it to you because I want you too," Negan stated with a dark tone in his words as he lifted his hand up to press his rough palm in over her wet cheek. "Tell me you don't want me to touch you and I will stop-"

The sound of a loud crashing behind Mal caused her to quickly moved away from the wall of the pool and hid her body behind Negan who seemed just as eager to cover Mal up as well as possible.

"Sorry Mr. Negan, I just was coming in to tell you we heard Runners around the area, probably a herd. I needed to tell you, but wish I knocked first..." the young Saviors seemed to stammer as Negan pinched at the bridge of his nose and let out an uncomfortable sound. "I'm so sorry."

Negan groaned uneasily and reached up with his right hand to press back his wet hair. "Hey Ed, it would be for the best if we didn't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Of course Mr. Negan, no problem," the Savior quickly moved out of the room and Negan looked over his shoulder at Mal. She was clinging to him and you could swear that it felt like Mal's heart was going to explode with how fast it was pounding.

"That was probably for the best," Negan turned his body to her. He reach out to caress the side of her face with his large hand. His thumb traced over the contours of her features before he tipped forward and pressed a soft kiss against the temple. "I think that was fate."

Mal said nothing, just watched him swim to the edge of the pool and watched him pull himself from the water. The water pooled down his body and she could still only see his backside, but the sight was enough to make her sigh heavily as he went for his boxer briefs to pull them on quickly.

"We better get our clothes on and get out of dodge," Negan suggested, finally turning to Mal once he had his boxer briefs back on. He shrugged his shoulders and moved toward his clothes to start pulling them back on.

"Okay," Mal finally spoke up before pulling herself up and changing back into her clothes. Her clothes cling from her wet underwear, but his other leather jacket is warm against the cold.

She wondered if she would have the courageous to take the leap, to let him touch her.

-:-:-:-:-

They drove back to Sanctuary, parking Mal's new bike. After loading off, he takes out a small present for her.

"Here's your next gift."

"That's all?"

Negan laughed. "Yes, that's all."

Mal carefully unwrapped the box, reluctant to completely ruin the beautiful wrapping, even with Negan huffing at her to 'hurry up and open the damn thing.'. She lifted out a bold red scarf, almost identical to the one that Negan has, except this one had 'Mal.' embroidered in gold on the bottom corner. It was gorgeous, softer than the one she remembered taking from Negan.

"It's not much, but at least it's your own. And that bike as well

"Thank you, Negan, it's perfect."

Negan seemed surprised by that. "Really?"

Mal laughed at him. "Yes, I love it." She stood and gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." He pressed closer, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "Wanna thank me another way?"

Her laugh grew. "C'mon. Let's get inside and change our clothes.

They changed out of their wet clothes, wearing more comfortable clothes. He holds her arm to drag her downstairs towards the bar.

"Surprise!"

Mal nearly slipped on the stairs to the downstairs bar. "What the fu-"

Bud wrapped her up in a tight bear hug. "You look great, girl!"

"Thank you. I feel-"

Rachael, Catherine, Sheree and Vix grabbed her next, scattering hugs all over her. She felt like a rag-doll being passed around the room. Squeezed, kissed and coddled. All of the attention was getting to her. She could already feel the sweat beading on her forehead and her airways getting tight. She glanced toward the bar just as Alec cornered her for a small conversation. There was Negan, leaning back against the bar with his arms and feet crossed, just observing all of the attention Mal was getting, pride etched on her face.

She found an opening and was making her way toward Negan when Tom's soft but confident voice rang out.

"Excuse me! Everyone! If I could have your attention!"

The crowd grew quiet.

"I'd like to propose a toast," Tom continued. "I look around this room, and I see a survivor."

All eyes fell on Mal. Her upper lip was wet with sweat.

"Mal, has earned that title. I've know her as a child ad watched most of her moments of growing up. I knew for a fact that she's a strong girl and will conquer anything. Of course, I wasn't there for her for many years, but I'm proud to see where Mal found herself in this world. She has friends, have responsibility and encouragement for the kids she's taken care of, a group she can be founded as a leader or a follower, and- I don't like to say this- a person to love and cherish her." He points at Negan, and everyone laughs at Tom's embarrassment on Mal and Negan's relationship. "I love you, baby girl. You've done things that were tough to get out, yet you managed. You've got nothing left to do except survive." He held his beer up above his head. "To the survivor."

"To the survivor!" everyone said collectively, raising their drinks high.

Mal wiped her eyes and nodded to everyone, unable to speak due to the large lump in her throat. She hugs Tom affectionally for his speaking, earning Tom to kiss her forehead. She looked to Negan again, who nodded with a warm smile, holding his beer up to toast her, too.

The party carried on. The room was filled with laughter and chatter. Everyone was smiling, eating, drinking and visiting. Other than a near-full bottle of red wine being spilled that left the kitchen floor looking more like a crime scene, it had been a good evening.

The bar was full like usual. Mostly men with a few women. He announced that tonight they would be celebrating her entry to womanhood, ordered something strong and straight for Mal to drink, and made everyone sing happy birthday to her while she tried to down it.

She gagged once she finished the drink and everyone gave her cheers before Lalon ordered Mal another strong drink, but Negan gave Mal something less mature. Mal gave him a halfhearted glare. She jokingly told the bartender to get Negan something girly, earning another laugh from the leader. "Shit, baby. Know what, you dictate my drinks tonight and I dictate yours."

The two drank together for a good hour and a half. Negan decided they should call it quits, stating that Mal would be hard enough to carry with just the younger being smashed. He had been thrilled to discover just how far out of her shell Mal came after only a few drinks.

He pulled Mal forward until they both tumbled into an empty armchair in the corner, Mal warm and heavy in his lap. "Mm, would you look at this," he purred, gazing lovingly up at Mal, taking in her hazy blue eyes and flushed cheeks. "Got a sweet fuckin' kitten in my lap."

He watched delightedly as Mal's blush deepened and spread down her pale throat. "Shut up," she grinned, hands coming to rest on either side of Negan's neck. Negan felt his breath catch when Mal leaned into her body, eyes heavy lidded and full lips parted as she closed the gap between them and pressed their mouths together in a slow, wet kiss. The combination of Mal nestled in his lap and draped so warmly over him, their kiss, and the tequila had Negan feeling warm and eager to take what the girl had to give. He licked into Mal's mouth, tasting the warm tang of tequila and the sweetness that was just inherently Mal, and Mal's hands wound into his hair, tightening. It was when he heard the smaller girl moan softly into his mouth that his hands slid up to grip at Mal's hips, arousal igniting in him like a kindled fire. The overwhelming urge to just rock his hips up into Mal from underneath clawed at him, and he forced himself to breathe in lungfuls of Mal's comforting scent to ground himself. She's drunk. You're drunk. Don't do anything stupid. Don't do anything that'll make her feel fucking shitty when she wakes up

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