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^{Pink tongue trailed along a chapped lower lip before giving way to a cocksure grin. Those dazzling teeth made for a hard-to-resist smile, and he damn well knew that fact. He played on it regularly, especially in scenarios like these. It tickled this man to no fuckin’ end to know that he could and did have such an influence over women—especially when they were in such a needy state, such as Sally was, right now.}

^{He made no move, either against her nor in accordance to whatever little idea she had going on upstairs, simply stood before her as she looked up to him with those damp, doe eyes. “Shy.” He scoffed, a smirk edging at his features, threatening to extinguish whatever decency he had left. “Fuckin’ not in my vocabulary—” Dark eyes lowered, observing that hand with every shred of interest he had. “—lucky for my ass, you aren’t either.” A brow quirked with that statement, a hand of his own coming to rest beneath her chin. His thumb brushed lightly across her plump pout and he leaned in, his mouth taking hers in a heated kiss; melding hungrily and teeth coming together to nip and tug at her lower lip. From there, he trailed across her jaw, peppering whiskered kisses haphazardly until he came to her ear and he stopped, breath hot and heavy against the flesh that resided there.}

^{“I wanna see that pretty little mouth chock full of dick.” His whisper was tantalizing and gruff. “And I wanna see brand new holes in the fuckin’ knees of your stockings by the time you’re done, too. Now…..” With a forceful shove on her shoulder, Negan bent her to his will. “…..kneel.”}

_{don’t mind if she did. the kiss took her breath away, flipped her stomach upside down and ripped a stifled moan from the back of her throat. more, she begged for in the form of a bite, unforgiving as her teeth dug into the man’s bottom lip —- and then, with a mouthful of fresh air, the kiss was broken. but she didn’t stop touching, didn’t stop pawing at his clothes not even after he had ordered her on her knees. sally was used to it, the roughness of men, and the request drew a smeared grin upon her lips.} 

_{❝ make me. ❞ but there was a teasing undertone to each one of her words, one that matched the soft gleam of her eyes and the way her fingers kept working on his jeans. unzipping, unbuckling and pulling; mouth twisted and tongue brushing over her teeth —- she was obedient that way, and the doll wanted him to know that much.} 

_{sally brought their hips flush, a pallid hand slithering around his waist until it came to grip his ass. too forward, too fucking needy; somewhere in the back of her mind, she hoped he would like it for a change. ❝ i am no whore. you’re gonna have to do better than that, honey, a kiss doesn’t mean shit. ❞}

_{only that it did. to her, it did.}

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^{Negan watched her intently, gaze never settling on any one feature for too long. His eyes traveled the length of her body, from the hair on her head to the shoes on her feet, and he drank her in like a smooth glass of scotch. Delicious with just the right amount of burn…and of course, the promise of a good time. One boot trudging before the other, the leader came to stand right in front of Sally, difference in height being the only reason he looked down on her.} 

^{“I’m just sayin’….this mouth will fuckin’ rock your world, and I think…” He pauses, heavy hand lifting to twirl a strand of her hair against his calloused finger. There was a sly grin that took shape at his salt and pepper face. “…I  t h i n k  that’s worth a little somethin’, somethin’ in return.”}

_{sally didn’t flinch, and nor did her gaze falter once he got close —- too close, his breath on her face and the smell of dirt, sweat and alcohol combined reaching her nose with every breath that she took. in and out, chest raising and falling at the promise of closeness and a good time, heaving though barely noticeable.}

_{now was not the time to play hard to get.}

_{❝ well then, don’t be shy. ❞ with one single, smooth motion of her hand, the doll traced her fingers down his chest, feeling the fabric of his leather jacket that, in her humble opinion, would look so much, fucking better off his shoulders and on the ground. but she didn’t stop there, not until the soft pads of her fingers had reached the man’s belt, hooked around the buckle and tugged him closer.}

_{❝ use your words, honey. tell me what you want. ❞}

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_{A wry smirk found its place at his whiskered mouth, gloved had lifting to run over it as he really contemplated her question. (or at least acted like it) Boy, she was fuckin’ cute, wasn’t she? In her own little way—not quite like the women he typically went for, say his harem of wives for example. But DAMN, she was a fuckin’ spitfire, and as long as they weren’t fuckin’ butting heads, that was damn fine in his book.} 

 _{“Well, s h i t. I dunno. Did you do somethin’ to deserve it?”}

_{the cigarette hanging from sally’s fingers was suddenly brought to her mouth. slowly, red stained lips that clamped around the filter and held it in place, tendrils of smoke swaying around her figure once she set the tip ablaze. wrapped up in cheap silk, faux leopard fur and ripped pantyhose —- though she didn’t show it, too proud to beg for a damn thing, the rag doll longed for some skin to skin contact.}

_{what she wouldn’t do for a kiss. rough, she wanted him to make her bleed.}

_{❝ so that’s how it is with you. ❞ not a question, for sally knew with whom she was dealing. the smile on her lips grew sweeter, wider, crooked to the side as she let her gaze drift away from the ground beneath her feet to lock with his.} 

_{❝ work first, good old fun later. and never fucking ever give anything away for free. ❞}

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                  Thick, calloused fingers remained as they had been BEFORE she grabbed up the handkerchief, only curling back into his palm after a moment of admiration. She was one hell-of-a pistol, wasn’t she? Just enough sass to keep her interesting. “I do put on one good fuckin’ show, don’t I? Mmm, mm, mm….but, so do YOU.” Sable hues looked on the woman as she tried to wipe the crimson stain from her pale hands; though try was as accurate a word as you could pick….success was just outside her blood-soaked reach. She’d need a lot more than a dry square of fabric to wipe away the death from her palms. “Sally—-you look like you’re wantin’ somethin’ from me.” A dark brow arched alongside his words, as if he were truly clueless as to what it was she was craving. “Perhaps a little thank you for all your hard work, here? I don’t see why not…” He trailed off, eyeing her for any sort of reaction.

_{Red lips perked up in childish excitement, her even redder hands pawing at Negan’s handkerchief that belonged to her now. Over and over again, making a goddamn mess out of herself… the hell if she wanted to be rid of it so soon. But Sally wouldn’t look at him, not just yet, not now that she could practically taste the scent of heroin melting away on some old spoon; hot and thick and oh so sweet. She had learnt it the hard way, never to let a gorgeous pair of eyes distract her from the prize she had earned with no one’s help but her own. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, baby.” Sparing one last glance at the traitor whose veins she had cut open and drained, Sally stepped away from the murder scene and deeper into the building they called home, the swaying of her hips aiming to catch Negan’s eye along the way. “You’ll make it worth my while, won’t you? I know you will, you’re a good man.”}

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_{Stealing another person’s life should have taken a toll on hers, fragile and far too little for this new world they all lived in —— but it sure as hell didn’t. She wanted him to see her… have a nice look at her and be proud of the things she had done to earn her unusual keep: china white to satisfy the needs of her broken heart, a sweet reward no one but Negan himself knew where to find. Good stuff came to good girls who knew how to serve their leaders —— and Hypodermic Sally was the most pleasing of them all put together. “And leave you to deal with your own goddamn problems?” Almost as instantly as it was offered to her, she snatched the handkerchief out of his hand and held it between her own. As much as she needed it, as much as she ached for something to help her fly a thousand miles away from their camp, the junkie wouldn’t beg — only stare through soaked eyes and pretend that nothing hurt. “I don’t think so. We all know how passionate you can get, we’ve all seen it.”}