Santina marched towards the storage house as she looked at the walkie-talkie in her hands. Negan had called her for an emergency meeting, which was odd as he usually did them in his office.
She opened the door and nothing in the world could have prepared her for what she was met with.
Negan was leaning against a shelf, breathing hard and revealing himself in an arousing state of undress. All of his belts were removed and tossed across the hall without any care. His jeans were unbuttoned and he stripped himself from his leather jacket.
His cheeks were red and a bead of swear ran down his neck. Santina watched the sweat disappear in his grey shirt before she focused on his lips as he breathed out.
“T-this fucker… slipped something into my drink… Y-you have to… it hurts.” Negan was tugging at his clothes, trying to get rid of them and away from his feverish body.
Girl Chang, I've got an offer you can't refuse. Congratulations I'll be staying at yours until the Puckermans realize that loud obnoxious mating calls are not something sane people should be making at 3am.
I needs me my beauty sleep. So you've just became my temporary roommate, I've decided.
Santana/Tina, flirting in their WSS America outfits (yes, Santana’s hairstyle is from the Santana and Rachel number, I just like flowers in people’s hair so I took some liberties) for a prompt by firefly-ca. Original’s a bit larger, so click on the high-res option.