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Someone had figured out what day it was and you really wished they hadn’t. Because St. Patrick’s Day had come around and, though you hadn’t thought about the holiday in years, apparently the rules suddenly still applied. You’d found that out the hard way.
“Ouch! Shit--Negan!” You hissed as you turned around to glare at the grinning culprit that just pinched your ass.
“Where’s your green, sweetheart?” He merely laughed.
You rolled your eyes. “Seriously? How old are you?”
Negan just laughed as you walked away. You’d foolishly hoped that would be the end of it, but of course you were wrong. Throughout the day, as you ran into Negan, he would sneak a pinch. You realized you were seeing him a lot more often than usual and wondered if he was stalking you or if your luck on that special day was really that bad.
But seriously, your ass was really starting to hurt.
You’d been a Savior for a good while now, having been one of the early recruits. You’d gotten to know Negan pretty well during that time. You liked to think that you were one of the few he could tolerate more than the other because of how much time you spent together. But you also suspected that he just liked to flirt with you. You liked the flirting though, so you never complained. In fact, you even found yourself throwing it right back at him. Nothing had ever come from it, though. He hadn’t ever been all that handsy. Until today, of course.
“God damn it, Negan! Will you wear a bell or something?” He’d sneaked up on you again, surprising for someone that was so big and loved to be the center of it all. You growled at him as you rubbed the sore spot on your ass, his stupid laugh echoing in the hall.
“You make it too fuckin’ easy, sweet cheeks.” His lips stretched so wide his dimples were showing.
“Do you have to get the same spot, every time? I’m gonna have a bruise,” you complained, but that only fed his amusement.
“That’s not the only mark I’d like to leave on you.” He grinned, and you felt the sudden urge to smack him. Boss or no, the man was getting on your nerves.
“I know for a fact those wives you’ve got upstairs are wearing all black. Go pinch them, asshole.” You were one of the few people that could get away with talking to him like that. He’d even told you on a few occasions that he liked when you did. Something about how it was a refreshing change of pace.
“Why? It’s a hell of a lot more fun watchin’ you squirm.” He made like he was going to pinch again, and you swatted his hand away.
“Grow up!” You huffed and kept moving on with your day.
Until he found you later, leaning against the railing that overlooked the yard. As his fingers sneaked another pinch, you reached behind and swatted at him again.
“Oh for fuck’s sake…I thought we talked about this! Can’t you pick somewhere other than my ass?” You asked again and heard him laugh in your ear. Then his chest was pressed against your back, so close you could smell the leather.
“If you insist…” he murmured in your ear, his hands slipping under your shirt. You gasped as he trailed them higher, nearly reaching your breasts. You tugged his arms away before they could reach their destination and turned to face him. You couldn’t believe he’d gone that far. Then you noticed how close his face was, his hands settled low on your back. “How ‘bout we make a deal? I’ll stop pinchin’ if you give me something.”
Before you could ask what that something was, his brought his finger up and tapped his lips a few times. It didn’t take a genius to know what he was asking for, but you looked up at him dumbly anyways.
“I...I uh--”
“What’s the matter? It’s just a fuckin’ kiss.” Negan looked far too pleased with himself. You realized, as you looked up at him, that he didn’t think you were brave enough to do it. The challenge was written all over his face, but the doubt was clear in his eyes.
With your own eyes narrowed, you stood up straight and planted your lips against his before he could open them with another childish comment. You felt his body still in shock, his eyes staring down at you for a moment. You pulled back as you felt your face heat up, hoping you didn’t make a mistake. What if he hadn’t meant it? What if he was just fucking with you like he always had?
Before you could start to panic too hard, though, his lips were on yours again. His hands cupped you, one on your hip and the other on the side of your neck, as he dragged you back in for more. You gasped in surprise, and he used to opportunity to slide his tongue past your awaiting lips. He groaned deep in his throat as you began to respond, your hands clutching his leather jacket.
His body pressed tightly against yours then, pinning you to the bars against your back. You moaned softly, trying to remember the last time you’d been kissed so thoroughly. You’d hooked up with a couple guys from the Sanctuary in the past, but they hadn’t set your skin on fire like Negan had.
A wolf whistle sounded somewhere below you, causing you to pull away instantly. You watched Negan lift a leather clad middle finger at the source of the sound, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. You couldn’t believe you kissed him, especially out where everyone could see. The last thing you needed was everyone thinking you were trying to suck up to the boss or something. The Saviors tended to be pretty competitive when it came to earning praise from the big man himself.
You pulled out of his arms and walked away, listening to his big footsteps follow behind you.
“Oh come on, darlin’. Don’t tell me those assholes scared you off.” He laughed, completely unfazed by it all, naturally. What did he have to prove to anyone? The boss was immune to it all.
“I should really get back to work…” you made your feeble excuses, hoping he would drop it.
Negan laughed low in his throat, his finger snagging you by the loop of your jeans, halting you in your tracks. “Darlin’... you can spend your life worryin’ ‘bout what the fuck other people think, or you could remember that nothin’ in this life is a god damn guarentee and fuckin’ enjoy it.” His voice rumbled in your ear real low, causing a shiver to run down your spine. He let you go then and started to walk away.
“Hey boss? I been meaning to ask you something…” You spoke up before he could get too far.
“What’s that?” He asked over his shoulder.
You stepped up behind him before you lost your nerve, and pinched his ass cheek. “Where’s your green, sir?” You teased, grinning up at him as he turned to look at you in surprise.
“Oh, you are gonna fuckin’ get it now, sweetcheeks.”
Your giggle echoed through the halls as you took off, Negan right at your heels.