"I hope you understand how dangerous that was." Saga turned on Negan the second they were alone in the RV. "What the hell, Negan? What happened?"
Negan had her head in his hands before she could finish and kissed her mouth hungrily. "Shut up," he growled, grabbing her by the hip and drawing her firmly against him. "You're mine until midnight. And I'm taking advantage of that." Saga tried to protest, but it was hard to argue against something she wanted. And, yes, she did want to surrender to him. Negan swung her around until her legs backed up against the bed and she sat with a squeak. "I need you," he rumbled, "to be mine."
"What are you willing to give up to fill that need?" she asked, breathless, her head thrown back and her throat exposed as she leaned back on her elbows.
"Are you for sale?" Negan shrugged out of his jacket and braced his arms on either side of her body, leaning close and taking a slow inhalation, scenting her. "Highest bidder takes all?" She smelled like clean canvas, vanilla and coffee, the barest hint of sweat. She made his mouth water.
"Highest bidder gets a share," Saga replied in a low voice and arched her back, offering her breasts for his inspection.
"I am sick to fucking death of sharing," Negan snarled and reached to grab her by the back of the head. Dragging her to his mouth, he ripped the kisses out of her until she was moaning softly. With one hand fisted in her hair, he paused to glare at her, panting. "What would a controlling percentage cost me?"
"Not for sale," she whispered back. "You couldn't afford it anyway."
Baring his teeth in a feral smile, Negan leaned in and growled, "Try me."
Saga watched his face with a look of near alarm. "I am not for sale. Not ever. You know that."
With a wild snarl, Negan grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back onto the bed. "I'm tired of sharing. No more games." His hand went to her belt and undid her buckle, then the pants and ripped them away. "No more, do you hear me, Saga? You're mine and I'm not fucking sharing anymore."
"Negan," she gasped and there was real fear in her voice. "Stop. Please, stop."
He did then and stared at her, looked down at himself, then back at her face. With an inarticulate bellow of rage, he grabbed hold of the handle of a drawer installed beside the bed. The handle ripped free of its moorings and Negan threw it across the small space, then held completely still, breathing hard and staring at her. When he still saw fear in her face, something in his eyes snapped and he covered his face, dropping suddenly to his knees with a groan. "Saga."
Saga waited, trying to master her fear, the trembling in her limbs. Finally, when Negan didn't stand up again, she slipped down to the floor beside him and put her hands on his wrists. "I'm here."
"I'm not good at this," he groaned softly without uncovering his face.
"At what?" she whispered, gently tugging on his wrists until he surrendered his hands to her. She held his hands between her own and kissed his fingers.
Negan smiled sadly at her and Saga was surprised to see tears in his eyes. "Being in love."
Saga's chest froze up and she stared at him. "No," she whispered. Shaking her head almost frantically, she pulled away and released his hands. "No. No, you take that back. Right now." At the look of confusion on Negan's face, she screamed at him, "You fucking take that back!" Stricken, he tried to follow her, reaching his hands out for her and Saga retreated again, still screaming, "No! Don't touch me!"
Before he could say anything, Saga bolted from the RV, still only dressed in her t-shirt and panties. She sprinted away into the darkness, leaving Negan helplessly standing on the steps of the RV, staring after her.
