Break Me |✧Negan 🍯

Kill Me Or Be Mine, Or Else You'll Never Escape

Honey stood with a face like a stormy sunset outside Negan's door, her heart pinballing between her ribs, the atmosphere becoming thick with a buzzing, exhilarating anxiety that fused dangerously with thrilling anticipation, the elements in the air practically singing like an exuberant choir with an untold promise, that made her nerves ignite and hot, surging gushes of blood course through her veins like wildfire, even after everything he had done, she was almost ashamed to say she was excited.

Yet she still debated if she should rush and wash her face, or leave it painted for him.

And for some strange reason she felt giddily nervous, not of his bad temper or threats, so far they had been empty, barring releasing his hound, but for something she couldn't put her finger on, a little rush of fleeting butterfly's dipping and waltzing through her coiled stomach.

And she took one deep, greedy breath before rapping her knuckles on the door, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.

She couldn't help but remember the conversation his wives had when she was changing, replaying it to herself over and over like a broken record, why had he not been to see them? Or even more strange for him, why's he not slept with them? What did they mean when they said she was going to fuck it up?

Maybe she had been that much of a thorn in his side he simply didn't have the time or inclination to visit them...all the stress she had caused might have affected him?...But that didn't sit right...that can't be it. Why the hell has he been acting weird since she came along?

But the insidious little tick in her zooming brain was whispering to her, maybe he actually does feel something for you, maybe this goes beyond his promise to break you, or turn you over to the dark side, maybe he just wants you...for you.

A coy little smile as slow as molasses slithered over her vulpine features, and the thought made her feel strangely dizzy and lightheaded as she balanced herself on his door.

"Who the Fuck is it? Fuck off! I can't even jack off in fuckin peace!" Negan's voice echoed like rolling thunder, assaulting her ears with its pounding resonance, and the puncture of disheartened dejection made those butterflies drop like dead weights and burst into flames.

The now grimacing Honey searched her mind hastily for a plucky quip, but in her crestfallen, forlorn state settled with "It's me, Sir"

The sir slipped out like word vomit, and a brilliant idea flashed into her mind in a perfect lightbulb moment, screaming at her like a neon billboard.

Be sickly sweet, overwhelmingly saccharine with sorbitol intensity, let's see how fast his attitude changes after he thinks he's finally won, if he ditches me like a dog's dinner he doesn't feel anything, it was all just a game of conquest...if he's still interested...well that bridge would have to be crossed in the future.

"Come on the fuck in then, doll" He replied in a now much softer tone, and her spirits lifted exponentially at the thought of her little scheme and his deep, husky voice.

She opened the door and padded in his den, two tigers in one cave, mustering all the confidence and surety she could find before her bright eyes soaked in the arresting view of him.

He was lounging on his sofa, minus jacket and boots with a book in hand, a picture of casual luxuriating, hair deliciously trussed and pants hanging low of his narrow hips, and it made her mouth turn cotton dry as she swallowed audibly.

He took his sweet time finishing off his chapter, she knew he was taunting her, licking his finger to crease the page and rubbing his eyes, and Honey used the time to put on her best act of timidity and submission, her head bowed and hands clasped behind her back, resting her weight on one leg and pursing her lips.