Always Another Way Chapter 8: Silly Games
Negan tries to strengthen his claim on Kate, and she learns to start picking her battles.
A/N: Another wife is discussed in this chapter, and I’ve had to invent a name for her since I can’t find out if she has been given one in the show or the comic books. Sorry if I’ve missed something! W/C: 4092
Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18; Explicit smut including but not limited to cum-play and choking; language; coercive control.
All the love to my beta @evansrogerskitten <3 Have you checked out her writing? It’s awesome.
It had been a long, hard, day. Kate’s muscles were sore and despite having showered aggressively she still felt like she smelled of the dead. Even so, she moved down the hall with a spring in her step and a song on her lips.
“You just keep on pushing my love. Over the borderline…”
Her strut was brought to an abrupt stop when she rounded a corner and was caught up in a pair of strong leather-clad arms and pushed against the breezeblock wall. Her surprised smile was smothered by Negan’s lips and the salt and pepper beard he was sporting. She melted into the kiss and embraced him tightly. Kate wasn’t a wife, but that didn’t stop Negan from being brazen about the fact that they were sleeping together. Still, he would usually save such kisses for when they were alone, and this one was free of wandering hands and grinding hips. It was almost affectionate. Kate sighed as the kiss broke.
“Heard you ran into some trouble,” he stated. The deep timbre of his voice immediately had Kate wanting more than he had already given.
“Nothing we couldn’t handle. It’s not like anyone’s weapon got stuck in its holster,” she teased.
“I might have to punish you for being such a smart ass,” he said, smiling as Kate bit her lip at the delicious threat, “but I’m glad to see you’re happy. What’s got you in such a good mood?”
“I’m getting my hair done.”
Negan’s smile fell instantly. His eyes travelled over the blonde ringlets that were starting to overtake Kate’s shoulders.
“I thought you were growing it out.”
“Nooo,” she corrected, elongating the syllable and pushing him away, “I just haven’t had the time to get it cut. My boss has been keeping me very busy.”
“You’d look good with curls down your back,” said Negan. His voice made an observation but his face was giving an order.
“Well if you ever get to be the one who decides how I have my hair then I guess we’ll see won’t we? Now,” she continued before he could totally ruin the mood, “that kiss has got me all kinds of hot and bothered. When can I see you?”