Once they were in private again, Negan looked Saga up and down with a thoughtful expression. "That was both incredibly hot and terrifying. I did not see that coming." He set Lucille aside and pulled Saga against his chest. "You're fucking incredible."
"I'm glad you think so," she purred and stood on her toes to kiss him. "I was starting to feel a little soft. Things run too smoothly around here."
"There's a weird complaint." Negan wrapped his arms around her and lifted her a little, dragging her body up until he could kiss her soundly without having to bend down to her. Her arms around his neck helped with that and he sighed through his nose, sounding content. "Are you used to publicly humiliating and torturing your people?"
Saga chuckled. "Not my people. But there's almost always someone around who needs to be taken down a peg or two." She wiggled her feet where they hung a good three inches above the floor. "You can put me down."
"I can," he agreed and kissed her again. "Do I have to?"
"I guess not."
Negan sidestepped until he found a bench and sat down, pulling her into his lap. Saga settled there readily with her arms around his neck and her chest against his. "I'm still trying to figure your people out," he admitted softly, nosing slowly against her face.
"You could just ask me," she grinned.
"Yes, reveal to me all your secrets," he chuckled. "I'm sure you'd just fall all over yourself to answer every question I ever pose."
A more serious cast came into her eyes and Negan blinked, surprised. "Ask me," she whispered and let her lips brush against his.
"Why do you keep Hinder around?" Negan gently worked a hand up her back and around the nap of her neck, tracing his thumb along the back of her hair.
"He's loyal," Saga replied, letting her eyes close as she leaned her head back against his hand. "He's a decent actor and new people are willing to believe he's in charge. He commands attention when he's trying and I know he doesn't want the power he plays at. He's happy with whatever I give him."
Negan smiled, extending his arms slowly until she was leaning back, her head still in his hand and her body arched in front of him. "Nice shirt," he chuckled, teasing the edge of it with his other hand, then running a thumb along her belly under the hem.
Saga laughed. "It's yours."
"I know." He ran his hand slowly up her stomach under the shirt, gently cupping one breast in his palm. "I'd forgotten about it. Where did you find it?"
"In one of the drawers," she purred, a little groan in her voice as he teased the nipple. "It amused me."
"It's a good color on you," Negan murmured softly as he pulled the shirt up to take her other breast between his lips. "Ever been?"
"To Virginia?" she asked, a little breathless. When he nodded slowly, letting his lips trace up and down her skin, she caught her breath with a soft moan. "No."
He paused and looked up at her, eyebrow raised sardonically. "No to the question or no to this?" He teased her nipple again with his lips and she bit her bottom lip on a low sound.
"You're fucking evil," she groaned and arched her back toward him, begging. Negan laughed, a surprised, utterly genuine sound before he kissed the curve of her breast again.
"It has been said," he chuckled. As she moaned softly, he scooped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, still kissing. After a moment, he whispered, "I didn't think you'd go out without a bra."
