Saga climbed up into the RV with a long sigh. It had been a long day spent running border patrol with several members of her crew and their Savior tails. She was exhausted and ready to sleep for a week. As she came inside, she stripped her jacket off and dropped it on the bench beside the table, following it with her shirt. She stopped without removing her bra when she heard movement in the bed and she smiled quietly. Was he waiting?
A tousled head of red-brown hair peeped out from under the blanket, followed by a pair of wide, black eyes in a pale, freckled face. "Negan?" the girl asked warily and Saga stopped dead.
"Who the fuck are you?" she asked coolly.
"J-jenny." The girl ducked back into the bed and tucked her chin, her face flushing. "Who are you?"
Saga pressed her lips together in irritation. "I think you know."
"You're Saga."
"That's right." She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at the girl, tired and more than ready to just throw her out into the clearing outside the RV without bothering to let her dress. "What are you doing here?"
"Negan told me to wait," Jenny said in a small voice.
Saga sighed and closed her eyes. She knew he had wives, but some warning would have been nice. She could have at least arranged to stay somewhere else tonight. "Did he expect to be long?"
"I..." Jenny trailed off and squirmed under her blanket, looking down and away. "I don't think I was supposed to be waiting for him."
Saga raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Pardon?"
Jenny finally peeked up at her and slid to the edge of the bed, letting the blanket fall down to show her nakedness. Saga watched her with lips pressed together. "I think he wanted me to wait for you."
Saga sighed, a short, frustrated sound. "What the fuck."
"Don't you like her?" Negan's voice came from just behind her and Saga looked up at him, her face twisted in irritation. "I thought, y'know, you might like a break from me."
"So you left one of your wives like a fucking fruit basket?"
Negan blinked and looked at Jenny, who was busily covering herself up again and blushing. "I asked her first. She said she's into girls, too."
"I don't like surprises, Negan," Saga sighed and pushed past him to get her shirt and jacket from where she had dropped them. "You should have asked me."
"Saga, wait." Negan grabbed her forearm and Saga stopped dead, looked at his hand on her arm, then slowly up into his face. When their eyes met, he dropped her arm immediately. "I wanted to do something nice for you," he sighed in frustration. "At least tell me I was in the right fucking vein."
Saga pulled her shirt on over her head and shrugged into her jacket. "No, Negan, a night alone with one of your wives is not necessarily appealing. Not that you're not adorable, Jenny, because you are," she added around him to the girl on the bed. "It's just not my thing."
Negan looked disappointed, then paused and cleared his throat hopefully, "Maybe not alone?"
Eyebrows raised, Saga just looked at him.
"So you're not feeling it," he backpedaled quickly. "I get that. But... would you? Some other time?"
Saga sighed and looked at Jenny, then back at Negan. "Can I talk to you in private?" He nodded and Jenny took the hint, bundling herself quickly into sweatpants and shirt, then tumbling out of the RV. Once the door shut after her, Saga looked at Negan again for a long time in silence. "Negan, you're mine. And I want the full attention of what's mine. I don't care what you do when I'm not here. You can have a full-on orgy in here for all I care. But when I'm here, I'm the only one here." She lifted her chin to glare at him. "Clear?"
