“Bloody hell is this shit?” I muttered, lifting the invoice to get a better look at it.
An unnecessary purchase had been made, costing the bar five hundred dollars.
“Xherries Adult Gifts,” I read aloud.
Clicking my tongue as I rolled my eyes, I slammed the invoice down, “Damnit, Negan!”
Negan was a good friend of mine and I was the manager of his bar called Saviors Tavern.
I had heard about a stag party that he had been planning to throw for his friend Simon, and it seems I found an itemized list of the party favors.
Getting up, I decided to confront him, customers be damned. It wouldn’t be the first time people had seen us bitch each other out.
As soon as I opened the office door, loud, horrible singing assaulted my ears.
Shit… Karaoke night. Which meant that the bar area was packed.
Going down the corridor, the bathrooms already had lines, drunk college chicks waiting to fix their makeup.
It didn’t take me long to find Negan. He was stuck behind the bar, trying to keep up with the drink demands.
Feeling kind of bitchy, I decided to stay back and watch him sweat.
“Goddamnit Fat Tony! I thought I told you to go get KJ!?” he hollered over the roar of chatter.
I couldn’t help the snort as I choked on a laugh.
Negan’s head swung in my direction. He glared, “How about getting your sweet ass over here?”
“You have such a way with words,” I said, bending at the waist to go underneath the bar top.
Negan turned to the shelves of alcohol and reached for the top shelf vodka, “Bitch,”
“Slut,” he rebutted, grinning.
“You’re such a fuckin’ douche canoe, ya know that!?” I laughed.
He chuckled, leaning down with a shit eating grin on his face, “Yeah, but you love me,”
I smacked him with the invoice, “Yeah, well, instead of being a twat, maybe you should go visit Xherries Gifts and find you some love,”
“Aww, are you jealous that I didn’t get you a boyfriend who knows how fuck?”
Ohhhhhh, low blow even for a joke. He knew that I had just ended a six month relationship not too long ago.
“Can we get some beers here!?” a loud customer yelled.
Both of us turned our heads and spoke at the same time, “Shut up!”
“This isn’t over Negan!” I hissed, pointing at his face.
He laughed, filling a cup.
“Who’s ready for some goddamned drinks!?” I yelled, making the bar erupt with cheers.
I took a bunch of shot glasses, quickly stacking them into a pyramid.
Yanking the expensive vodka from Negan, I poured it into the top glass, over filling it so that it would leak into the other glasses.
I slammed the bottle down and took out a box of matches. Striking one, I carefully lit the alcohol, setting the liquid on fire.
Everyone yelled and cheered until the flames died down.
A few paid for the drinks, immediately drinking them and then went on their way. The bar area had cleared pretty quick.
“And that, you ass, is how you please a crowd.” I told him.
I spund around, grabbing a bar rag and cleaning up the sticky mess that others had made.
“KJ?” Negan called out.
“No, Negan. Not now,”
I heard him sigh, then get back to work.
Last call was made at 1:30, which was pretty early. The crowd had thinned out quite a bit for some odd reason, but I was thankful to finally get out of the bar early.
“KJ?” Negan called from behind the bar.
Scratching my forehead, I turned to him, “What Negan?”
He set out two shot glasses and poured some whiskey into them.
“Truce?” he asked.
I really didn’t have it in me to argue with him anymore.
“Truce,” I sighed, scuffing my shoes along the way.
I hopped up onto a bar stool and grabbed my shot glass. Negan came around the bar, taking his. We clinked our glasses together, throwing back the liquid.
I grimaced as it burned going down.
“Another?” he asked.
I shook my head, “No thanks. I’m driving home.”
Negan stared at his glass, his brow pinched, “Listen, about what I said earlier-”
“Negan, don’t, alright? Just don’t,” I whined.
“Goddamnit woman! Will you let me apologize!? It doesn’t happen every fuckin’ day ya know!”
My eyes widened at his out burst, “O-okay,”
Negan rolled his neck, popping it, “I was out of line. I’m sorry,”
Blinking, I felt shocked that he even bothered, “Um… thanks, Negan,”
He nodded, pouring him another shot and throwing it back.
“That difficult to apologize?” I laughed.
“You have no fuckin’ idea, Sweetheart,” he growled as the alcohol went down.
“Listen, I need to go,” I was about to get down from the stool, when Negan’s hand touched my waist.
“Wait KJ… I-”
I watched him, quite a few emotions flickering across his face. Raising a brow, I began to get impatient.
“Fuck it,” he said, gripping my hair as he leaned down and kissed me.
I gasped, fisting his white shirt in my hands. Naturally, I would have pushed him away, but there was something that told me not to.
When he pulled back, I licked my lips and bit down on them out of nervous habit.
“Negan, we shouldn’t,” I whispered.
He ran the pad of thumb over my swollen bottom lip, “Why not?”
“For one, we work together,”
“Not a good enough reason,”
“How about, I don’t want to?” It was a weak argument at best. I did want him… bad.
Taking his hands, he ran them down my arms and over my breasts.
“I call bullshit. Your body is already responding to me,”
I squeezed my thighs together.
Damn him for being in tune with me!
He cleared his throat and stepped back about a foot from me, “If you really don’t want to, we won’t. You know I’m not like that,”
“I know you’re not…” I said, tracing the lines on my palm.
Gripping my chin, Negan tilted my face up to his, “What’s it gonna be, Sweetheart? I’m gettin’ a case of blue balls here,”
I snorted. True Negan fashion.
I looped my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugged him to me, “Yes.”
The air changed, becoming electrified. Negan pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side.
He then unbuttoned my jeans, pulling off my shoes, socks and pants.
I sat there in my underwear, shivering with want.
“Hate to say it KJ, but I’m about to ruin this set,”
I raised a brow, waiting.
He yanked down the straps of my bra, snapping them with ease. The delicate lace that covered me, fell down my breasts, exposing them to the cold air of the bar.
Quickly, he ripped my panties from my body, then finished ripping my bra in two.
My chest heaved, my eyes closing as I waited for his next move.
Negan’s long fingers ran across my chest above my breasts, to my back where he stood behind me.
He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck and his next words set me on fire.
“I’m goin’ to pet that pussy and treat her like a lady,”
My hips rolled on the bar stool as I ached for some sort of friction.
Starting at my knees, Negan dragged his hands up my thighs, were he pulled them apart, exposing me.
I held onto his waist, ready for his touch as he continued to talk dirty to me.
“I bet that pussy is wet,” he whispered.
I swallowed, my body shaking even more.
Slowly, he ran his hand down my torso, stomach and to my mound.
He purred in my ear as he cupped me, but not fully touching me, “Damp,” he said.
It took all I had not to clench my legs together at his touch.
“Keep those legs open, Sweetheart,” he said, his middle finger running along the outside of my lower lips.
He chuckled, dipping his finger into me.
I moaned, squeezing his hips.
He groaned, nipping my neck while he dragged his finger through my wetness and circled my clit.
“Like a goddamn river,”
I rolled my hips, turning my face into his neck as he went knuckle deep in my entrance.
“Oh my god!” I cried out.
Negan came around me, letting me lean back against the bar. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but I was curious as to what he’d do next.
When he knelt between my legs, I knew I was in for some teasing.
I watched as he spread my lips and leaned in, the tip of his tongue circling my clit lazily.
My stomach muscles spasmed, making me jump slightly.
Negan laughed, his breath hot on me. Going back in for more, he flattened his tongue, licking me several times before dipping the tip of his tongue in my entrance.
He curled the tip, and the sensation made me slap a hand over my mouth as I squealed loudly.
With one last lick and a quick slurp, Negan stood and unbuckled his jeans. He released his hard length, stroking himself as he stood between my legs.
Negan was panting as he teased my aching core with the head of his hardness. We both hissed as our juices made the friction silky.
I watched as he rocked his hips, the seeping head appearing and disappearing between my folds.
He was holding back, but the sweat had begun to bead at his hairline.
Having mercy, I lifted my hips when he pulled back, letting the tip slide down to my entrance.
Negan was so focused on not coming, that he groaned as he sank into me, not expecting to be enveloped by heat.
“Fuckin’… shit,” he panted, “Gimmie a minute Sweetheart. You’re tight as hell,”
I sat up slightly, grabbing the end of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Licking my lips, I ran my hands through the hair that covered his long torso.
Even down to his happy trail. I took hold of the base of him, wrapping my legs around and gently pulled him into me until he was buried to the hilt.
We rolled our hips, his tight, dark curls rubbing deliciously against my cit.
As he pulled out, he bent at the waist, taking a breast in his hand. While staring up at me, he flicked and licked at at my hardened nipple before carefully running his teeth over the flesh.
My fingers tightened in his chest hair, holding on as I moaned.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I groaned, my accent becoming thicker.
Negan growled, gripping my chin firmly as he sealed his lips over mine in a rough kiss. His hand circled my neck, not squeezing, but holding me still as he started to snap his hips.
Our skin slapped, the combined juices from our body making wet, slippery sounds the faster he moved.
I could feel the tightness begin to coil as I started to come. Only when I voiced that I was, did Negan apply a slight pressure to my throat.
My eyes slammed shut as I held on, feeling him lose his rhythm while he fell off the edge as well.
Negan leaned, his hand resting on the bar with his face buried in my shoulder as he lazily rolled his hips.
“Fuckin’… fuck!” he panted.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I giggled.
He laughed, pushing his torso up and holding my hips, “Think you can go again?”
I gaped at him, “Already?! Jesus Negan!”
“C'mon, you know you want more,”
Cheeky shit was right, but damn, let a woman gain some feeling back in her legs!
“You are a cocky bastard, you know that!?”
Negan licked his lips, “I do love it when you talk dirty, baby!”
I don’t know where in the bloody hell it came from or what was in that whiskey, but we went at it like fuckin’ rabbits all night.
We even slept through the morning, not waking up until after two o'clock in the afternoon.
Negan was laid out on the couch, his hardness standing at attention. He watched as I scrambled to find some of my extra clothes.
I was stumbling around to say the least, extremely saddle sore.
“No! Uh huh!” I said, holding a hand out to him, “There’s no way I can go again!”
He sat up and stalked over to me, his signature shit eating grin plastered on his face.
I yanked up my yoga capris before he reached me, but I was still topless.
“What’s the matter KJ?” He asked, kissing my neck.
I moaned, then hissed when I felt him nip at a tender spot on my neck.
I slapped his bare ass, laughing, “You’ve littered me with hickies, fucked me raw, okay! You have officially ruined me,”
He laugh was deep and sensual, “Good to know baby,”
Cupping my cheek, Negan kissed me as his other hand went to my breast, gently fondling the soft flesh.
I couldn’t resist the moan that left me.
It was then we heard a loud crash and a couple screams that broke our little love fest.
“What the hell!?”
We looked at each other and threw on the rest of our clothes. Negan grabbed his trusty barbed wire bat, while I took my nine millimeter.
We ran out into the bar area, finding two of our waitresses were fighting a ragged looking man.
He was clawing at them, a disgusting gurgle leaving his mouth. He was covered in blood and smelt awful.
I raised my gun, but found it hard to get a decent aim with the girls trying to keep him away.
“I can’t get a shot!” I shouted.
Negan ran over and quickly knocked the man upside the head making him fall to the ground.
The women ran behind the bar, clutching each other.
“What the hell was that!?” I demanded from them.
“He attacked Heather, look!” Linda cried.
I looked at Heather’s arm and flinched at sight of bone. She was deathly pale and sweating profusely.
“Go sit down in a booth and we’ll call the cops and an ambulance,” Negan instructed.
Linda and Heather cried out, pointing at Negan.
I spun around, finding the foul man standing, the whole left part of his jaw hanging on by a mere tendon.
He lunged towards Negan.
I raised my gun and took the shot, hitting him square in the head.
The man, now silent, stumbled back briefly, falling out onto the floor.
“What the shit!?” Negan shouted, blood splatter on his cheek.
My eyes were wide, my chest heaving. I had just shot a man… in the head.
I could hear Negan call out to me, but my stare was focused solely on the man.
I jumped, then looked at the gun in my hand, “He… he was going-”
“Shhhh,” Negan soothed, running his fingers through my hair.
“I… I’m sorry,” The dam broke and tears blurred my vision.
I had just killed a man.
“KJ, c'mon baby, don’t,” Negan pulled me into his embrace.
I fisted his shirt, trying to take deep breaths. I felt like I was going to pass out as I began to hyperventilate.
I’ll probably never stop rewatching Expiration Date for these two and every time I’ll notice something else. I’m just shocked I didn’t notice these things sooner.
First off, look at him straighten himself out when she looks back at him. Spy taught him to sit up straight and hold himself better, otherwise his posture is HORRIBLE. He’s actually super awkward for a second because he’s like [shit be charming fuc k] Footnote: was he checking her out prior to that? And didn’t want to get caught, or make it seem like he was checking her out. That makes this whole interaction even better. He loses all his cool around her. Like there was much cool to lose, but the point is he’s a whole different person??
Second, look. at. that. smolder. he hits her with. He’s looking off towards something then he brings it home like BAM and it makes me laugh and cry for him because he is trying so hard to impress her.
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