"Take 'em," Negan said to the gathered Saviors, waving a hand toward Saga's people. The gang spread out and hauled the staggering prisoners away. Saga stood where she was, arms crossed over her chest as she considered Zak's battered and broken body.
A hand closed on her upper arm and she recoiled sharply, breaking the contact with a sharp twist of her arm and body until she was facing the Savior who'd touched her, body braced for a fight. He was young, maybe nineteen and looked like someone had broken his nose in the last few weeks. "Don't," she snarled at him.
"Negan said--"
"You heard the lady, Leo," Negan's voice drifted over to them. "She's her own woman. Don't touch." Leo looked back over his shoulder towards his leader, then back at Saga, his expression confused. "I'll take care of her. Go on." Reluctantly, Leo walked away after the rest of the Saviors, leaving Saga alone in the clearing with Negan and the body of one of her crew. "Mind if I ask you some questions in private?" he asked her, standing just out of her line of sight so Saga had to turn her head in order to meet his eyes. His voice was quiet and respectful, but his eyes were still bright and focused.
"I'm at your service," she replied and turned away from Zak's body to face Negan.
He chuckled. "I like the sound of that."
"I'm sure you do." Saga crossed her arms over her chest again and smirked at the tall man, rocking to lean most of her weight on one leg. "Is this private enough or did you have something else in mind?"
Negan gave a low, sweeping bow, swinging the bat out in front of him to indicate the RV standing at the periphery of the clearing. "If you'd step into my office." When she walked toward it, he opened the door and held it for her, offering her a charming smile. "See, I can be a gentleman."
"I've never doubted it." Saga stepped up into the RV and waited inside as Negan followed her in and closed the door. He set aside the baseball bat, then turned toward her. The space seemed to shrink as she took in how small the space was and how very tall he was. "What can I do for you?"
Negan took another step toward her, looming close into her space. He growled softly, "You can take off your clothes and get on your knees."
Saga tilted her head and looked up at him with a sardonic lift to her lips. "I could," she agreed in a soft voice, "but I'm not going to." His eyes flashed and she smiled at him; she could practically feel his heart rate increasing. "I'm a little more discerning in who I kneel for."
"You knelt before."
"That was courtesy." Saga turned away from him deliberately and looked around the interior of the RV casually. "That was survival. That was setting an example for my crew, who look to me when they aren't sure. I didn't want to lose any more of them than I needed to. So I knelt. For them." She looked back at him and smiled again. "Not for you."
Negan watched her for a moment, then let a smile curl his lips and develop into a low chuckle. "Damn, but I'm in love." He stood back and leaned against the small fold-down table, watching her. "You're going to make me ask, aren't you?"
"It depends on what you're asking for." Saga smirked at him.
"How do I get you to kneel for me?" Negan shifted and Saga let her eyes roam over him. He was comfortable in his own skin, ultimate ruler of his surroundings, a man standing in his own home. But he was still unable to find a position that gave him what he wanted: her submission. And so he shifted.
Saga tilted her head to study his face. "What do you want, Negan? You've said what you want in a physical sense. But what does that mean? Do you want my body? You could just take that. I'm strong but I'm not that strong and this is your territory." The look of disgust that crossed his face both surprised her and comforted her. "You want it willingly. You want me. Willingly. Right?"
