Negan climbed out of bed, then paused beside the mattress and put his hand in the middle of Saga's back. "Stay," he whispered. She lifted her head from the pillow and he smiled at her, turning the restraining touch into a caress. "Just... stay."
"What time is it?" she asked, pushing herself up into a sitting position. She was naked again and Negan stopped to admire her.
"Who knows anymore?" he murmured, reaching forward to thumb one of her nipples thoughtfully.
Saga glared and grabbed his wrist, peeling the thumb away from her body. "No." Negan grunted and let her pull his hand away rather than fight against the strength of her slim hands. He'd already learned in the night how strong she was, in spite of how small she seemed. "What time is it?"
"Late morning," he replied in a low voice and she let his hand go. "I'm sorry. Which part of that was out of line?" A petulant tone edged into his voice and Saga smiled thinly at him.
"You were touching me like I'm yours," she said. "And you treated my question like it wasn't important. Neither is acceptable." With a loose shake of her head, Saga slid her feet to the floor of the RV and stepped over to Negan. "Respect me, Negan. Or you will regret it." She ran her hands slowly over his chest, then down over his belly and to his hips. "Respect me and you will never regret it." When his breathing started to come faster, she smiled and stood on her toes to slowly kiss him. "Be mine. And there will never be anything to regret."
"God." Negan leaned down and kissed her hungrily. "How do you do that?"
Saga grinned up at him. "Do what?"
"Fuck me senseless into the blankets all night long, let me get four hours of sleep, and have me rock hard again first thing?" He looked down at the erection already starting to twitch against her stomach. "I will get nothing done around here if you keep it up."
"Except me," Saga purred and stroked his shaft with her fingertips.
"Except you," he agreed, his eyes closed. He let out a long, frustrated sigh. "I might be yours, beautiful, but I still have to run this camp."
"Don't forget this." Saga smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him again. "Just one of the many benefits to being mine." He groaned as he kissed her, holding her face in his hands. Slowly, his fingers settled down at her throat, his thumbs stroking circles on her skin. "Go run your little camp," she purred.
"Will you stay?" he whispered, his voice rough with hunger. "I would like it. If you stayed."
Saga stretched her arms around his neck and kissed his lips again. "I will stay in camp. I will not stay naked in your bed." Negan grunted in disappointment and she smiled as he ran his hands down her sides to her hips. "You'll see me around. I need to check on my people, too."
They both paused, savoring a long kiss and Negan chuckled weakly. "Keep sayin' we're gonna do stuff. And then we don't."
"Kissing you is more fun," Saga grinned. She kissed him once more, then stood back to let him put clothes on. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him move, a small smile on her face. His body was all loose angles and self-assured comfort that gave her a warm feeling in her stomach just to see. "It's a shame to see you cover up," she sighed softly.
Negan peeked over his shoulder at her and gave her a surprisingly shy smile. "Thank you." When he turned back to pulling his boots on, Saga considered the implication of that smile.
"Has no one appreciated your body?" she finally asked him and Negan looked back in surprise. He opened his mouth a few times, tried to start a sentence that always failed, then just shrugged without speaking. "They're too busy being afraid," she answered her own question and he looked away from her. "Negan."
