Chapter 10 The Threat and The Promise
It was dark outside when Lucy woke up. She hadn't kept up with time since she had been on her own and she wasn't really worried about it now. She stretched and felt a twinge of pain between her legs which caused her to smile. Coach shifted slightly next to her and she planted a soft kiss on his shoulder before she eased out of bed. She opened a couple of different drawers until she found a pair of loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt. "Drawers are overrated," she said softly with a smile at the still sleeping Coach before she made her way to the shower.
She was toweling off when the bathroom door eased open and a very handsome and very naked Coach walked in the door. "I need to piss," he said kissing her shoulder. "It won't bother me if you stay but I at least wanted you to have the chance to leave."
She giggled. "Thanks for that, I'll get dressed in the bedroom."
"Don't bother," he said with a smirk. "I'm just going to have to take them off of you again."
"Maybe I want you to work for it a little bit. The last time was too easy with just a towel to pull off."
He grinned at her before she exited the bathroom and closed the door. She pulled the shorts and t-shirt on in the dim lamp light of the room and was looking at the books on the shelf when he came back from the bathroom. He moved behind her and poked her in the back with his erection.
She sighed into his kisses and whimpered when he pushed his hands beneath her t-shirt to rub her breasts and pinch her nipples. "Fucking perfect," he murmured before nipping at her ear lobe.
He kept her back pressed against his front with his dick rubbing against her while he pushed one of his hands into her shorts. He slipped past the soft curls that covered her slit and ran his finger along the damp line. He moved his hand to cup her mound and slowly worked a finger into the moisture that was developing between her legs. The pressure of his palm brushed against her clit and she let out a long moan. "Hot damn," he whispered against her ear.
He moved his finger back and forth in slow easy thrusts and massaged a breast with his other hand. He pulled her t-shirt over her head and walked her to the small table. He removed his hands from the dampness of her pussy and encouraged her to bend over the table. The coolness of the formica was erotic against her bare skin. "I'm sure you were a good girl who always kept her knees together," he said from behind her, "but right now I want you to spread your legs."
She was so aroused at his touch that she obeyed without question. He pushed the head of his dick into her and groaned as he sunk inside of her. He held her still for a moment before he spoke. "Call me Negan Lucy," he murmured before he began to move in and out of her roughly.
Twenty minutes later they were lying on the bed cuddled beneath the quilt and Coach was planting gentle kisses along her temple and cheek. "I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked. "That was rougher than I had intended it to be but damn woman you are so fucking hot I can't help myself."
"You didn't hurt me Coach. I think I was so turned on that there was no way you could have hurt me if you tried. I enjoyed it hard and fast," she said shyly.
"It's almost three in the morning," he said glancing at a clock on the wall. "Let's get back to sleep."
She snuggeld in next to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips before he spoke again. "I have some things to take care of in the morning Lucy. So I'll be gone for a little while, but I'll come back and get you after lunch and take you on a tour of the place."
"Okay," she murmured with a yawn. She briefly thought about asking why he wanted to be called Negan during sex, but the thought left as she slipped into sleep.
She woke up several hours later and stretched suddenly realizing she was alone in bed. "Don't panic," she said outloud dragging her hands down her face. "He said he had things to take care of this morning and he would take you on a tour around lunch."
She took a quick shower and explored the little room when she felt clean. She was elated to find eggs in the fridge and heated up a small frying pan that she found to cook the head sunny side up and runny. The egg was delicious and she was beyond excited to enjoy such a delicacy.
When she was done, she washed her plate and pan before looking over the books on the little shelf. None of them really looked appealing, but a 1000 piece puzzle caught her interest. She had loved puzzles as a little girl and she thought this might just pass some time while she waited on Coach to come back.
He found her a couple of hours later hunched over the little table with the puzzle pieces spread out everywhere. He stood in the doorway for a moment and watched her. She was dressed in a long blue t-shirt that was way too big for her and he questioned whether or not she had anything on underneath. "Hello beautiful," he said making her jump.
"Coach!" she yelled clutching a puzzle piece in her hand. "I dind't hear you come in, you are sneaky."
"Well being quiet is a virtue in this world Lucy."
"What have you been doing? I woke up and you were gone."
"I have responsibilities around here that went undone over the last several days while we've been making our way back. I had to make sure things were taken care of so that Negan doesn't get pissed at me."
She frowned at him. "I still don't understand why you want to stay in a place run by a dictator."
"Well, it's safe. But you met him, what do you think of him?"
She giggled. "There is no way in hell I could be afraid of that man. Sympathetic sure, but not afraid. I could probably diagnosis him with some sort of syndrome if I assessed him well enough."
He pulled her up from the table and kissed her soundly running his hands beneath her t-shirt. He growled at her nudity beneath. "Damn it woman," he said snarkily. "You took my no drawers comment to heart didn't you?"
"Well it's not like I have any here but the pair or two that are in my back pack. Those have been washed properly and are now hanging up in the bathroom drying."
"Well shit, here I was hoping you were making access to that sweet pussy of yours easy for me," he whispered against her mouth.
"Well," she said softly. "It is easily accessed."
"Damn right," he replied before pushing her back on the bed.
Coach took her down to a room full of people working on all different types of things. Some were laundering clothes, grinding wheat and corn, and others were washing fruits and vegetables before dividing them into equal piles. She watched in fascination as everyone worked so well together and no one seemed to be afraid. She was distracted by a woman who was ironing clothes that she pulled off a clothes line and completely missed Negan approaching through the crowd.
"Settled in ok…. Eugene?" he asked without making eye contact.
Coach glared at him before he spoke. "Yes… Negan, in fact we have settled in just fine. How have things been in my absence? I didn't speak with you about it yesterday."
"You sound… dignified," Negan replied confused. "And you didn't say fuck once in that statement. Ne… I mean… Eugene are you feeling well?"
Coach patted Negan on the shoulder. "I feel right as fucking rain… Negan."
"I need… to um… show you something, without your lady friend," Negan said.
Coach nodded. "Right, um, Thomas!"
A lanky, bald man moved through the crowd towards them. "Thomas," Coach said. "This is Lucy and she is very fucking special to me, do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Thomas said hoarsely.
"I need you to watch over her for a few minutes while I take care of some… business."
"Yes sir," Thomas said quickly.
Coach turned to face her. "Lucy stick with Thomas and you'll be fine. I'll be back as quick as I can and we'll go look at the gardens."
He gave her a quick kiss and followed Negan out of the large space. "Ms.?" Thomas said. "Can I ge… get you something to drink?"
She watched him carefully and noticed that everyone in the room was staring at her. "No, thank you Thomas. Everyone looks so busy, is there something I can help out with?"
"Oh… no, no ma'am. His ladies don't help. They are strictly here to please him. I'll… I'll be happy to get you anything you need."
"His ladies? Thomas, I think there's been a mistake. Who exactly are you talking about?"
"Thomas!" a female voice shouted. "Why don't you show Lucy where we sort the canned goods we find?"
The woman approached them carefully. "I'm Arrat, we haven't met officially."
"Well, hello then," Lucy said cautiously.
"Come on Thomas, I'll walk with the two of you. I know there is a lot to take in around here Lucy, but you'll get the hang of it in time."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I'm not sure how long I'll be here Arrat."
Arrat laughed. "Once you enter the compound you only leave to become one of those dicks on in the bull pen."
"A walker?"
Arrat nodded. "Damn straight girl. I hope he doesn't get tired of you too soon. You're kind of a novelty right now, but maybe you are gonna be able to keep his attention for a little while."
"Look, I don't know you but I have a guarantee from both Coach and Negan himself that if I want to walk away I can without problem."
Arrat nodded. "Sure you do Lucy. Sure you do. Like I said just hope he doesn't get tired of you too soon. Then you'll lose your plush surroundings and be down in the dirt with the rest of us."
Lucy stopped walking and glared at the woman. Thomas nervously shifted from foot to foot sensing the tension in the air. "Look, Arrat, let's be clear. I am here because I chose to come with Coach and when I choose to leave I will and nothing will stop me. Not you. Not Negan. And not any veiled threat you can throw at me. I took care of myself and dealt with biters for over a year and you don't scare me in the least."
Arrat laughed again. It was a hollow, haunting sound. "Look princess," she said meancingly. "None of what I have to say is a threat. It's a promise. And I don't break promises. Take her to the ponds Thomas. Just keep your mouth shut. Her highness doesn't need to know anything about what goes on around here. He'll tell her what she needs to know."
Lucy watched her leave. Suddenly she had a strong desire to grab her pack and head out the front gates. She'd have to mention this interaction to Coach.