Negan and Louise have worked together for eight years. For the most part, he despised her, but one night, everything changed. But when she asked for more than he bargained for, Negan's temper flared—a night of complete regret.
SMUT - ANGST - MENTIONS OF DEATH/CANCER - INFIDELITY - AU - FOUL LANGUAGE

Word Count: 5,350

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SCHOOL was over for the Summer, and Negan and his work colleagues had decided to go for after-work drinks. For the most part, Negan sat alone with Simon, one of the few people he actually liked at the school, and while he wouldn't admit it out loud, Simon was the closest thing he had to a best friend.

"Doesn't she look...different?" Simon said, sipping his cold beer bottle while his eyes travelled across to the bar where Principal Louise Standforth stood, sipping a glass of wine while listening intently to one of the science teachers.

Negan frowned and followed Simon's gaze, "same stuck-up bitch to me," he scoffed. He had never liked Louise; she was too organised, stuck up, and almost clinical in every approach.

Simon chuckled, "nah, she looks good, different, kinda hot."

Again, Negan scoffed. Louise was an attractive woman, he couldn't deny that, but her personality wasn't attractive, "okay, she has a nice ass, is that what you want to hear me say?"

Simon nodded enthusiastically, "exactly, I reckon she's one of those women that acts the complete opposite out of work than she does in; I mean, she's looked over here a dozen times already," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at Negan suggestively.

Negan shook his head, "you know she's married? Plus, I doubt she's looking at you; that tache of yours is enough to put any woman off," he laughed before bringing his glass to his lips.

Simon feigned hurt, holding his hand to his chest, "there's nothing wrong with my moustache. I'll have you know plenty of women like it," he joked, "and I never said it was me she was looking at," he smirked.

Negan looked to the bar, watching as Louise drank the last mouthful of her drink before looking over her shoulder. Their eyes connected, and he watched the noticeable blush spread across her cheeks before she turned away shyly, "I think the wine has clouded Principal Uptight's judgement; she's married, I'm married, and she wants to stop looking at me like that before I take eight years worth of anger out on her pretty little pussy," he scoffed when he caught her eyes scanning over him again.

"Uh oh, she's coming over," Simon whispered, not so subtly, as Louise approached the table with a refilled glass of wine.

As she spoke, it was clear she was already tipsy, "hello, mind if I join?" she slurred. She didn't wait for an answer as she perched on a chair beside Negan. Too close for his liking.

He frowned slightly as he inhaled; a strong vanilla scent wafted towards him.

"I'm going to get another; want one?" Simon asked Negan as he stood from the table. He winked at Negan as he nodded his head shortly in response, "coming right up."

Negan knew that Simon was playing games and didn't actually expect him to return with a drink anytime soon. He looked to Louise, who sat beside him, sipping her glass of wine. He eyed her cautiously, hoping she wouldn't notice his eyes tracing over her body. She wasn't dressed in her usual knee-length skirt and blouse but tight black jeans and a white, almost see-through blouse. Her dark hair was flowing over her shoulders; she looked completely different to all the times he had seen her at school.

"What you got planned for the Summer, Negan?" she questioned casually as she carefully balanced her glass on the table.

Negan ignored her question, once against catching the scent of vanilla, "why do you smell like a fucking cupcake?" he blurted out unexpectedly.

Louise grinned, "a cupcake?"

He nodded, "a vanilla cupcake, you actually smell fucking delicious," he grinned, his tongue flicking out across his bottom lip as he stared at her.

Louise leaned in closer, her chest brushing against his arm, "maybe I taste just as good as I smell," she whispered before winking as she moved away.

Negan grinned and kept his eyes locked on hers, "that's quite the comment from a married woman," he scoffed, his eyes drifting to the gold wedding band on her hand.

Louise twisted the wedding ring on her finger, "correction, unhappily married woman."

Negan nodded slowly, "so, we are both unhappily married," he emphasised, "are you going to let me find out how good you fucking taste or what or have you just come here to tease the fuck out of me with those tight jeans?"

He liked this side of Louise; it was the complete opposite of their previous interactions.

She smirked, finishing the last of her wine, "my place or yours?"

Negan followed suit, drinking the last of his beer, "I don't think my wife would be happy bringing back a one-night stand."

"Lucky for us then, my husband is out of town."

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Their lips collided in a passionate, but hate and anger-filled kiss as they stumbled through the door of Louise's house. Negan firmly gripped her hips, digging his fingertips into her soft flesh.

Louise moaned into his mouth, grabbing his hair and tugging his head back so she could kiss, lick and nip at his neck. Negan winced at the feel of her teeth against his flesh and moaned uncharacteristically when she flicked her tongue over the sensitive area.

Typically, Negan would take control over sexual situations. Still, he loved how aggressive she was being, practically tearing his clothes from his body before they even made it to her bedroom door. Negan untucked her blouse from her jeans before slipping his hands underneath the material to caress her warm body.

The taste of alcohol lingered in their mouths as they connected again. Louise was the first to pull away, "get on the bed," she ordered.

Negan smirked, "yes, ma'am," he was left only dressed in his jeans, which she had already unbuttoned, allowing them to hang low on his hips. Negan followed her orders, lying in the middle of the bed. He watched with lust-filled eyes as she slowly removed every item of clothing she wore, leaving herself completely bare as she crawled from the bottom of the bed across his body. Her lips met his neck, kissing across his collarbone, shoulders and eventually down his chest. She circled her tongue around his nipples, and Negan brought his hand up to her hair, pulling it to one side so he could watch every movement her mouth made.

"Going to need these off; need to find out if your cock is as big as your bad attitude," she grinned as she tugged his jeans down his hips.

Negan grinned as he raised his hips, allowing her to drag his jeans down his legs. She smiled and licked her lips when she found he wasn't wearing anything underneath, his hard, thick cock slapping against his abdomen.

"I guess it is," she smirked as she wrapped her small hand around his cock, teasing her thumb across the glistening tip.

"Don't waste any time, darlin'; get it in your mouth and show me your not just an uptight bitch," he growled and bucked his hips as she squeezed her hand tightly around the base of his cock.

She tilted her head to one side as she kneeled between his legs, slowly moving her hand up and down his length, "you know, you really do piss me off sometimes," she snarled.

Negan smirked and opened his mouth to speak but let out a grunt as she wrapped her lips around the end of his cock; she twirled her tongue around the tip before licking the entire length of his shaft, "take it all in, you know how to use your mouth at work when you're giving me shit every day, I'm sure you can take it all," he retorted.

Louise didn't respond to his remark; instead, she slowly took his length in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, taking a little more each time she went back down. She looked up at Negan, who had thrown his head back in pleasure, his hands moving across his chest as he focused on her mouth moving up and down his length. When she removed her mouth, he let out a frustrated growl, "what the fu-"

"Fuck my mouth," she ordered, standing up at the side of the bed and getting on her knees, "now," she demanded.

"Fuck me, Louise, you really are just a slut, aren't you?" he grinned as he stood in front of her, stroking his cock as he lined it up with her mouth. He grabbed hold of her hair tightly, "you want me to fuck your mouth, I'll fuck it," he grinned before pushing his cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

He groaned in pleasure as he forced her head still while thrusting his hips back and forth, forcing the tip of his cock to bounce against the back of her throat. Each time she swallowed hard, causing him to moan as her throat contracted around the tip, and he gripped harder on her hair, "fuck girl, you don't even gag," he growled, watching as her eyes filled with tears. She moaned against his length, digging her fingernails into his thighs, forcing him to fuck her mouth harder.

Negan knew he was close to cumming, and as much as he wanted to watch her swallow every drop, he wanted to taste her, make her squirm and cry out his name and then fuck her just like he had imagined at the bar, "Get up," he ordered.

Louise whimpered, the loss of his cock between her lips instantly being missed, but she did as she was told and stood up before him.

Negan pulled her hair, jolting her head back as he sloppily kissed her neck, turning her body around and pushing her onto the bed. He climbed on top of her, kissing down her chest before taking her nipple into his mouth; he sucked it gently before taking it between his teeth and tugging, listening to her whimper and moan as she clawed at his back, "Negan, I swear to god," she growled, as she grabbed hold of his hand and forced it between her legs, "touch me."

"I didn't take you as the dominant type," he grinned, kissing her lips gently, "you strike me as being vanilla," he kissed her neck and inhaled deeply, "as vanilla as this fucking perfume," he growled as he teased her slick folds with his fingers.

"So fucking wet for me," he growled, connecting his teeth with her shoulder, biting down hard as he pushed his finger inside her, pressing his thumb to her clitoris.

She thrust her hips against his hand, arching her back as she moaned. The wet sounds of his fingers inside of her had his cock aching. He wanted nothing more than to pound out every bit of anger he had towards her, but he needed to taste her.

He removed his hand from between her legs, bringing his fingers to his lips, "so fucking delicious," he groaned, licking his fingers clean.

"Do you ever shut fucking up?" she snapped, pushing his head down between her legs.

Negan chuckled, the intoxicating scent of her arousal hitting his sense before he nuzzled his nose against her mound, gently flicking his tongue against her clit. She moaned, holding his head in place and gripping his hair between her fingers.

Negan teased her folds, dragging his tongue up and down and circling her clit before pushing a finger inside of her and focusing his lick's on her clit. Louise moaned loudly, bucking her hips towards his face and pushing his face down harder between her legs, craving the feel of his stubble against her sensitive flesh, "more," she begged breathlessly.

Negan followed her orders, grinning against her, his face already soaked with her arousal as he fucked her with his tongue before returning his attention back to her clit, gentle licks, before pulling it between his lips. Louise cried out in pleasure, thrusting her hips against his face as he teased her body. He moved his hand up her flesh, reaching for her breast; he squeezed roughly before pinching her nipple between his fingers, rolling it across his fingertips.

"Going to cum on my face?" he questioned smugly as he felt her slick walls contract against his fingers. Louise didn't verbally respond. Instead, she pressed his head further into her folds, rolling her hips against his face.

"Fuck!" she cried out, "I'm going to cum," she moaned, panting heavily as she felt her orgasm build up inside of her. She gripped Negan's head tightly as her body began to shake; she could feel her insides squeezing against his fingers.

"Fuck me, that was sexy as fuck," Negan exclaimed, removing his fingers from her and bringing them to his mouth. His face was glistening, and Louise sat up quickly, grabbing the sides of his face and kissing him hard, tasting herself on his tongue.

Negan pushed her back slowly as their tongues met, laying on top of her. His cock pressed against her folds as she spread her legs, welcoming him in.

Their kisses began to soften; they gently caressed each other's bodies. Their eyes connected as Negan traced her lips with his thumb. They were both panting heavily, but in a split second, something had changed. They were no longer fighting for dominance. He kissed her slowly as he lined himself up with her entrance. Louise wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms across his shoulders.

Negan thrust into her slowly, kissing across her cheeks and down her neck. She pressed her head back into the soft pillows, welcoming his gentle assault on her neck.

"Negan," she cried out as he began to speed up his movements. Louise bucked her hips, meeting his every thrust. Negan moaned against her skin, the feeling of being inside her becoming overwhelming. He wanted to be rough; he wanted to make her scream, but he found he couldn't; never had he ever wanted to be gentle with a woman. But the feel of her warmth against his skin, the gentle touches of her fingertips against his scalp and the sound of her moaning his name had him wanting to savour the moment.

They had gone from hurting one another, trying to one-up the other, to gently caressing each other, slowly building up to their orgasm.

"What the fuck is happening here, Louise?" he whispered against her neck, kissing her softly.

Louise moved her arms from around his shoulders and forced him to look into her eyes, "I've no idea, but don't make it stop," she begged. Suddenly the woman who had demanded he fucked her mouth, pulled at his hair, and bit him until he almost bled, was looking at him in a completely different way.

Negan kissed her hard against the lips, forcing his mind to think differently as he slammed his hips against her, trying to revert to the rough, dominant sex they were previously having.

"Nearly there," Negan growled, nipping at her collarbone, making her whimper, "come for me, baby," he demanded breathlessly as he felt her walls tighten around him.

"Negan, fuck," she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. As her body shook from her high, Negan thrust harder until, finally, his cum coated her insides. He let out a heavy breath as his forehead dropped to her shoulder.

Louise released her legs from around his body, allowing Negan to settle on top of her body, their sweat mingling as she ran her fingers through his hair. Negan held her hand, entwining their fingers.

"Louise, what the fuck did we just do?" he asked, his tone wavering as he spoke.

Louise kissed his forehead, "I'll let you know when I figure it out myself."

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During the eight weeks of summer break, Negan found himself constantly texting, calling and meeting up with Louise. Since their first night together, he couldn't get her off his mind. He could not formulate a logical reason for why everything changed between them but found he didn't regret it.

Occasionally, they would have hate-filled sex, degrade each other, sometimes hurt each other; other times, they were gentle, almost loving to one and another.

As the weeks went by, they found their encounters were no longer solely for sex. They would talk for hours, discussing everything wrong with their marriages, sometimes even discussing a future together. Still, Negan knew, no matter what was said, that Lucille was the woman he made a promise to. No matter how much he cheated and how much they argued, she was still the woman he loved.

It was the final day of summer break, and Louise and Negan lay together in a sleazy motel. Negan held her close to his body, his mind full of thoughts and possibilities. His feelings were all over the place, and sometimes, he had to stop himself from blurting out that he loved her. Not because he didn't love her, because each day he spent with her, he knew those feelings were true, but even if she felt the same, there was no way of them being anything more than what they were.

"Negan?" Louise whispered as she laid her hand across his chest, "what are you thinking about?" she asked as she looked up at him. He was staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.

He rubbed his hand up her arm, "this and that," he mumbled in reply, "all of this, it's fucking nuts."

Louise frowned, "how is it?"

Negan laid on his side, resting his hand on her hip, "I'm not one for soppy shit, Louise; you've known me long enough to know that, but-" he paused and closed his eyes shut with a heavy sigh.

"I love you, Negan."

Negan's eyes flew open quickly as he looked at her, searching for any signs that she was lying, "I love you too," he finally replied when he realised how sincere she was being.

Louise sighed, "but this is all we will ever be. You won't leave her for me, will you?"

Negan groaned and rolled away, sitting on the edge of the bed, "what the fuck do you think? You're married, I'm married. I love Lucille," he snapped.

"But you love me too," she snapped back, "you told me yourself you can't even bring yourself to have sex with your wife. All you both do is argue all day, every day that you're with her, so why would you stay with her?"

Negan stood up and glared at her, "she's my wife," he snapped.

Louise scoffed, "yeah, that you've been cheating on for months, and that's just with me. Don't think I'm stupid because I know there were plenty of women before me; hell, there's probably other women now."

Negan pinched the bridge of his nose, "still a bitch then, aren't you?"

Louise laughed, standing from the bed and picking up her clothes. She started to redress, "yeah, I guess I am, and you're still a piece of shit."

"That's me, baby, yet you still come back and fuck me," he laughed, but his eyes were brimming with anger, "this, whatever it is, it's over; I ain't choosing someone like you over my wife."

Louise shook her head, "but you did, time and time again; every time you argued with her, you'd ask me to meet you, you'd fuck me wherever you could, your car, my car, my house, fuck, we even fucked in your garage while Lucille was sleeping in the house," she laughed, "hell, maybe I'll send her the photos and videos of us fucking,

Negan rounded the bed angrily, raising his hand to her throat and pushing her up against the wall. Louise's eyes widened in fear, "We. Are. Done," he growled.

Despite fearing what would happen next, Louise scoffed, "for someone who's just admitted they love me, you sure aren't treating me like someone you love."

Negan loosened his grip and grinned, "only said it so you didn't cry like a little bitch."

Tears formed in Louise's eyes as she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her neck, "you're right; we are done, Negan."

She pushed past him, collecting the last of her belongings from the floor before heading towards the door.

"Louise," he called out, regretting his words and actions, "I'm sorry- fuck, I'm sorry, and I actually fucking mean it," he sighed as he walked towards her.

"It's either me or Lucille," she stated firmly, turning the knob of the door handle, "because this isn't just about us anymore."

Negan looked away; he couldn't give up his wife for a woman he hated only two months ago.

Louise nodded her head slowly, his silence giving her the answer, "goodbye, Negan."

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Negan was dreading returning to work; he was mentally exhausted and dreaded seeing Louise. He regretted every word he spoke and for laying his hands on her in a way that put fear in her eyes. He laid awake all night next to his wife, going over every word that was spoken between Louise and himself.

When he arrived home, he was met with cuss word after cuss word, having to dodge a plate that Lucille threw at him in anger, all because he didn't arrive home when he said he would. He knew she knew he was cheating on her, but she loved him too much to leave, and he did love Lucille. However, he couldn't stop wondering what a life with Louise would have been like. They had connected so quickly, but he worried their connection was purely sexual. He didn't want to give up everything he had known since he was in his twenties for a woman he had hated for the last eight years.

As he walked through the school corridors, he walked past Simon, who called out his name quickly.

"Negan! Hey, have you heard?" Simon asked.

Negan rolled his eyes, "I've heard a lot of things," he replied sarcastically.

Simon sighed, "I mean, about Principal Standforth?"

Negan stopped in his tracks and turned to Simon quickly, "what about her?"

Simon eyed his friend curiously before slowly speaking up, "she, um, she just fucked off. Apparently, she's left town, and her husband gave up her job; the board is going crazy trying to find a replacement at such short notice. Some say she will never get another position as Principal again for this."

Negan swallowed hard, "she just left? Why?"

Simon shrugged, "no idea."

Negan pulled out his phone quickly, ignoring his friend's curious glances before pressing call on Louise's number; it rang twice before it was declined. He growled in frustration and typed erratically over the screen.

Where the fuck are you? Talk to me - N

Negan released a breath he had been holding as he saw that she was typing back.

Letter on your desk. - L

Negan frowned at his phone, ignoring Simon as he questioned him and began to run to his office near the gym.

Upon entering, he saw a white envelope in the middle of his desk. He closed the door and locked it behind him before sitting down in front of his desk. He picked up the envelope carefully, seeing his name written neatly across the front.

He swallowed hard as he opened it, his hands shaking as he pulled the letter out.

Negan,

I'm sorry I asked you to choose between your wife and me. That was wrong of me. I get it now; I was just an easy fuck; heck, you've never liked me all that much, so I don't know why I believed you when you told me you love me.

However, I didn't lie. I do love you. I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much that I filed for a divorce when I realised my feelings towards you. I honestly can't believe I fell for you so quickly and so hard.

Call it what you want, but it was naive of me to believe that something would ever come from our affair, but you made me realise there was so much more out there. That I didn't need to stay in a shit marriage, so for that, I thank you.

The main reason I've written you this letter is to inform you of one thing. I was going to tell you in person, but after everything you said, choosing Lucille over me, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle the look on your face when I told you.

You didn't just reject me; you rejected our baby.

Despite what has happened, if you want anything to do with this baby, then you know how to contact me. If I change my number, I'll tell you, but I need to get out of town. I don't want to face seeing you and Lucille playing happy families, knowing the baby I'm carrying is a part of you.

I love you, Negan.

Louise.

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Three years later

The last three years of Negan's life had been a whirlwind. From his affair with Louise ending, finding out he was going to be a father and then returning home the same day to be informed that Lucille had cancer, he was a mess.

Before he left work, he had made his mind up; he was going to tell Lucille everything, confess to his affair and that he needed to be there for his child, but when she told him that she had cancer, he couldn't do it. He needed to be there for his wife in her final years, knowing it was terminal despite how hard he tried to deny it to himself.

He thought about Louise constantly; some days, he wanted to run away and find her, but each day, Lucille's condition became worse, and he knew that at the end of the day, Louise would be a far better parent on her own with their child, than he ever would.

The day Lucille died, he held her in her arms, crying silently. Lucille ran her fingers through his hair, retelling her favourite stories of their time together. One of their last conversations was one he would never forget, one that broke his heart.

"Negan, when I'm gone-"

Negan cut her off quickly, shushing her as she spoke.

Lucille shook her head, "please listen to me," she begged. Negan stayed silent, so she continued, "when I'm gone, I want you to do one thing for me."

"Anything," he promised sincerely.

Lucille smiled, her eyes brimming with tears, "go be a daddy to your baby; don't waste any more time."

Negan sucked in a breath, his entire body freezing as he stared at Lucille, trying to comprehend how she knew.

Lucille leaned over and kissed his cheek, "don't panic, it's okay," she promised, "I found her letter a long time ago, and I know you still keep it in your wallet. I just-i'm not angry, Negan; we've both made mistakes. I'm upset that there's a child out there somewhere, a child you helped create, and they don't know you. We always wanted children, and this is your chance."

"Lucille, I want you; I wanted children with you," Negan finally replied, the shock that she knew still evident on his face, "I love you, Lucille, and I'm sorry for everything I did. It's my biggest-"

"Don't call your baby a regret. It's a blessing, a second chance."

Negan held her tighter in his arms, "I'm sorry for everything."

Lucille settled against his chest, "promise me you'll find them."

"I promise."

A whole year had passed since he promised Lucille that he would find his child and Louise. When she passed away, he couldn't bring himself to do it; he was in pain, drinking himself to sleep every night.

It took one drunken night of confessions to Simon for him to finally build up the courage to contact Louise. She didn't reply for days, but he waited, a bag packed at the door ready for when she answered.

Now, he was standing on the porch of her house, three states away, willing himself to ring the doorbell. He had heard a child crying; he knew she was in there; he knew his child was in there.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep the bile down as his stomach churned in fear and nerves. Negan raised his hand, ringing the doorbell.

It took what seemed to be a lifetime for the door to open, but when it did, he was met with Louise, holding a little boy in her arms. She was dishevelled, clearly exhausted, but she couldn't hold back her smile when she saw him.

Negan felt uneasy about the situation; they had ended on such bad terms he had pushed her away when she needed him the most and abandoned his child.

She looked at the little boy in her arms, "looks like Daddy has come to see you," she whispered.

Negan released a shaky breath as he nervously raised his hand, waving awkwardly at the little boy. He couldn't bring himself to speak and watched as the child wiggled from his mother's arms and stumbled back into the house.

"Do you want to come in?" Louise asked nervously, glancing behind her when she heard a clatter from her son's bedroom.

Before Negan could answer, the little boy appeared again with a photo frame in his hand, "Daddy," he said, pointing to the photo frame with a picture of Negan inside.

"Yeah, that's me, buddy," Negan smiled, crouching to the same level as the child. He handed him the photo frame, and Negan looked at it carefully. It was a silly photo he had made Louise take with him; they looked happy, and he missed those moments. He felt so guilty for leaving it so long, but he felt so much love. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but he never expected that Louise would make sure he was known to his son, even if he wasn't around.

"Now, if I'm daddy, who are you?" he asked, looking back up to the blue whose eyes matched his own.

"Joey, I'm two," he smiled widely.

Negan smiled widely as he looked up at Louise, "he's my boy?" he questioned. He didn't need an answer; the small boy was the spitting image of Negan.

Louise nodded, "he is; now get inside; you're letting the cold in," she ordered.

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Ten years later

"That's my boy!" Negan called out from the sidelines as he watched Joey and his team celebrate their win. Negan wrapped his arm around Louise's waist, "I mean, I'd have preferred it if he played baseball, but I suppose football isn't so bad," he joked.

Louise scoffed and leaned into his touch, "he's amazing."

Negan nodded in agreement, "he really is."

"We best tell him to hurry up with the celebrations; Lucy will need picking up from her friend's house soon," she groaned.

Life was exhausting as a family of four, and for the first three years, they had struggled, but now they had two beautiful children, more animals than they could count, and more love than either could ever imagine receiving.

"Come on, son," Negan called out, "let's get your sister and then your mother is buying us all ice cream."

Joey ran towards them as Louise scolded her husband, "who said I was paying?"

Negan raised his hands in surrender, "okay, I'll buy the ice cream, but only if I get a little taste of you later," he whispered in her ear.

Louise smirked, "now that's something I can agree upon."

Negan kissed her softly, "I love you."

"I love you too."