All were gathered around the poker table eyes fixed on Lee and Simon as the pot grew. Regina, Videl, Dwight and Hal had folded a while ago and Jessi – Videl's baby sister – was just there to watch... and tickle Sobaka. None of them could really read Lee's face and Simon had the skill to play the perfect game. Hal was a pretty decent player as was Regina but Videl had just been playing for fun; he'd be the first to admit he was out of practice. They'd been using random non-perishables and other treats as chips although that had sparked a debate as to whether a cereal bar was worth the same as a Granola; turned out it wasn't.

"Shit, why do you keep winning?" Sighed Regina when Lee lay down her cards and happily raked in her winnings.

"My father taught me to read people, it was a whole thing. Illya thought he'd bring us booklets about it."

"Your Dad was Roman Stravinsky, right?" Asked Dwight as he took a sip of his beer.

"Да." (Yes) She raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?"

"I went to Rome with Sherr-someone once, got talking to a dude in a coffee shop about the newspaper. Some place apparently had some art, then it didn't." Videl snorted. "The way that guy told it Roman Stravinsky was the prime suspect. No one could make anything stick with that man though."

"You remember that?" Asked Jessi, her Cuban accent wasn't as strong as Videl's. "One little encounter in an Italian coffee shop?"

Sobaka cuddled in closer to Jessi, he probably liked her the most after Yulia and Negan of course. She was almost too thin and had flowing hair the color of chestnuts, her eyes matched her brothers, a piercing dark brown and somehow she always seemed cheerful.

Dwight sat back in his chair. "A Russian dude and his kids stealing crap all over the world like a fucking movie. Who wouldn't pay attention to that?"

Lee thought for a moment. "That would have been the bust, oh, and it wasn't my father, it was Illya and Vadim."

"Do you just have everything you lot have ever stolen locked up in your head?" Simon sounded incredulous.

"Not everything, but I remember that because it's the only thing we ever took from Rome."

"But everything is in Rome." Hal pointed out as he started to shuffle the cards for another game.

"Да, (yes) but we spent most of our time in France moving things back and forth between rival collectors."

Each of them playing took a look at their cards and started to add to the pot, Lee had nearly gotten all of the peanut butter crackers and was determined to get the last few. Videl was forced to fold early, as was Simon but Hal and Regina stuck it out against the Russian.

"Must have been fun, Boss."

"Actually it was rather tedious, Videl."

Jessi smiled. "Bet it paid well though."

"More than well."

"Shit!" Simon suddenly leant forwards as though curiosity had grasped him by the collar. "Were you like filthy rich or something?"

Lee found herself puzzled at why Simon was suddenly acting all friendly, she thought he hated her, but she said nothing about it.

"Does it matter? Money is worthless now, Oh, and full house."

She quickly plucked the Peanut Butter crackers and pack of beef jerky from Regina then fixed Hal with a grin.

"Hal, I'll let you keep your Pop Tarts if you give me that bottle of Bourbon you have stashed in your room at Lincoln."

Hal shrugged. "Fine, my sweet tooth overshadows my alcoholism."

They all laughed and went back to playing. It was rare that such a game occurred, normally they'd all be spread out at different outposts so it was usually just Simon, Jessi and usually Simon that stuck around the Sanctuary.

After another game Arat joined them and she quickly wiped the floor with Videl. When they were finished they all packed away the cards and gathered up their winnings, as she made to leave with Hal and Sobaka at her sides Lee spotted Videl and his little sister arguing quietly in the corner. Even though their voices were hushed Lee and Hal still heard them.

"... but I want to help."

"No, Jessica. You'll get hurt."

"Something wrong?" Questioned Lee as she pulled open the bag of jerky and started to nibble on a piece.

"Yes there is, my Queen, he-"

"Lee." She abruptly cut the young Cuban girl off. Negan had really gotten the whole Queen thing to stick and it had started to annoy Yulia.

Jessi nodded. "Lee. I know I'm young but I want to learn how to fight, I want to be a Savior not just a worker. I want to help."

"You're too young." Argued Videl.

The Cuban man was rather a lot older than his sister, she was still in her late teens while Videl had just entered his thirties; there had been three other daughters between them and Jessi had been somewhat of a surprise.

"Am not!"

"Yes you are!"

"Quiet!"

Lee yelled and the pair fell silent instantly, if that went on any longer they'd have started to sound like Kirill and Vadim when they'd argued over the front seat.

"I agree that Jessi needs to learn how to fight, she needs to know how to protect herself. That's logical in this world, Videl. However, I agree with Videl that you are too young and could get hurt."

"Boss, where is this going?" Asked Hal, his Southern twang evident.

"Hal, where is Scheider?"

Hal thought for a moment. "As far as I'm aware he's here at the Sanctuary. I remember he was at Lincoln a couple of weeks ago but I think he's been here ever since."

"Good." She turned her attention back to Jessi and Videl Perez. "Here's what is going to happen. Wyatt Schneider is going to teach you how to defend yourself and I'll have either Evan or Connor teach you to fire a gun."

"Boss-" Lee just continued talking.

"You won't be leaving the Sanctuary though, Jessi. When Schneider and the boys tell me you're good enough I'll talk to Negan about making you a Savior. We'll take it from there. Negan is in charge so he'll have to sign off on anything."

"Yes!" The young Perez girl cheered. "Thank you. You won't regret this."

"I'd better not." The Russian warned as she tickled Sobaka's head.

The two men and Lee watched Jessi bounce off down the hallway out of sight, a cheerful smile on her face.

"Boss, are you sure about this?" Videl had a furrowed brow and sounded cautious. "She's still a teenager."

Lee sighed. "Videl, I understand you're worried and you have every right to be. Да, (yes) she's young but she needs to know how to keep herself alive. I didn't say I'd make her a Savior, I can't do that, only Negan can. I said we'd look into it and that could take a while."

Videl grinned. "You pacified her."

"I did."

"Thanks, Boss."

With that Lee carried on down the hall while Videl ran off to catch up with his sister. When they rounded a corner she and Hal passed by several workers and they bowed. Hal noticed her tense, she didn't like the attention Negan had dumped on her. The Savior leader found the bowing amusing and it stroked his ego but Lee would have rather been ignored as she walked down the hallways.

"My Queen." Said one woman as Lee passed by her.

Hal leant in so as he could talk without anyone but Lee hearing him.

"Do you want me to start telling people not to call you that?"

Lee shook her head. " This is what Negan wanted. If I go around telling people not to call me their queen it'll look like I'm going against him. Best if you and the others all call me Lee or Boss, the workers can stick to Queen like Negan wants."

"But you don't like it." He took a piece of jerky when she offered it.

"I know, he'll know that to but it's his way of separating me from the past wives."

Suddenly Regina popped up beside them like she'd just evenessed, Hal practically jumped but he covered it well.

"Lee?" The Russian stopped and turned to the other Lieutenant. "Just got word of a food bank, we wanna go have a look."

"Why are you asking me and not Negan or Simon?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Don't know where Negan is and you're the Queen."

"Doesn't mean you as me and not Negan, you know what he's like." Lee pulled her radio out and brought it up to her mouth. "Negan?"

There was a crackle.

"Yeah, what is it sexy?" He asked after a moment.

"Go private please."

Another crackle as they changed frequency. "What's up, котик? (pussycat) Wannt some radio sex?" He chuckled.

"нет." (No) She let out an exasperated sigh. "Regina wants to take a team to check out a possible food bank."

"Normally I'd say she can go tomorrow, I don't want teams going out this late usually but we're starting to run low on shit. Tell her to inform Simon who she's taking and get the fuck out there." A pause. "And why the fuck did I need to change channel for this? You got my goddamn hopes up there, Yulia."

"Because I didn't want Simon to know she came to me before him."

"Shame. Thought you had a craving for my big dick." He chuckled.

Regina blushed, actually blushed, Lee had never seen that from the older woman before. Hal had just gotten used to it.

"God forbid a woman got bored of riding you, and you know I am stood right next to Regina and Hal."

Negan chuckled again. "I bet Hal is enjoying the fuck out of it."

Regina rolled her eyes.

"Oh for God's sake." Lee muttered to herself, Sobaka tilted his head as though he shared her sentiment.

"Get your sexy ass up here now." It was clearly an order, he didn't need to tell her why.

Yulia tucked her radio back onto her belt and looked over at Hal and Regina.

"You heard the boss."

"On it." Commented Regina. "You enjoy your Negan, Queenie."

"Christ, please don't." Groaned Lee while the secondary Lieutenant chortled to himself.

"Nah, too late. You're Queenie."

With that Regina was gone. Of all Negan's Lieutenants Lee got on best with Regina, which was the only reason she'd not immediately punched the older woman in the face.

"Hal, go find Schneider, I want him training Jessi tomorrow."

"Yes, Boss... have fun."

Lee flashed him a smile before she headed off up to find Negan; a task which didn't take long. He was in his room, the room they practically shared at this point. Strong, masculine arms snaked around her as soon as she entered and pulled her to his chest. Yulia's muscle memory expected to find the hard lapels of his leather jacket but instead her chest found soft fabric. Lee grew puzzled at that so she raked her green orbs over his strong form, she had to step back and just smile at him.

"You like?" He asked with that devilish smile of his.

"Oh, I really like."

Negan was dressed in a suit, jet black with a matching waistcoat and tie as well as a crisp white shirt. He'd trimmed his hair a little as well. Negan's smirk grew. Sobaka didn't care though, he just padded over to the pile of blankets and pillows by the dresser that had become his bed, they'd found him a dog bed but the animal had quickly outgrown it and Lee was yet to find another that was both suitable and that she liked.

"Shit girl, you really do have a suit kink don't you." There was a hunger in Lee's eyes. "Bet you're all wet and hot for me already."

Yulia finally spoke without taking her eyes from him, she bit on her bottom lip as her pulse quickened.

"You really do look good in that."

"I look fucking good in anything." Negan insisted. "Out of anything as well."

Lee kissed him through her chuckle and Negan instantly grinned as he backed her up towards the bed. Just when she thought he'd push her down onto it he leant past her and picked up a garment bag.

"You said you'd wear one for my birthday, so suit up, котик." (pussycat)

Yulia raised an eyebrow and looked at the bag suspiciously.

"Not your birthday, Negan."

The bearded man couldn't resist kissing her again, just a gentle peck.

"Yeah, it fucking is, go ask Fat Joey. Turns out that fat fuck has been keeping track of the days. Found out about a week ago that my birthday was coming up, and we've fucking reached it!" He held his arms out as though presenting something important. "It's April twenty-second so it's happy fifty-two, Negan!"

"That's your birthday? April twenty-second."

"Uh-huh, that's me. When is yours? I should probably know that, being your fucking husband and all."

She couldn't deny him that. "November thirteenth." She answered simply, Lee had actually had to think for a moment; birthdays had become an unimportant and trivial thing. "Illya and I were two weeks premature."

"Well, I'll just have to store that away for later." He smirked. "Anyway, what I really, really want is you in that fucking dress." He gestured to the garment bag she held. "I'll be in my office, got some shit to take care of. When you're dressed get your sexy ass in there. I want make-up and everything not just the scary eyeliner thing you usually do."

Lee tilted her head and put on that cocky smile of hers. "Any other orders you'd like to dish out for our prom date?"

Negan raised an eyebrow. "Nope, that's fucking it." He turned to leave and called out to her as he pulled open the door. "But hurry up, Yulia. Shoes are on the bed, make-up is in the bathroom."

With that he was gone, Yulia committed the mental image of Negan's ass in those dress pants to memory as fast as she could. He really did look good in that suit. So handsome. It was so rare to see such clean clothes in the apocalypse. Lee had never seen the Savior leader in anything other than his usual Negan get-up but damn did she like it. The Russian wasn't sure when she'd developed her suit kink, maybe she'd had it forever, maybe it was an authority thing or maybe it was something else, all Lee knew was she wanted Negan to take her over his desk.

Green eyes looked down to the shoe box sat on the bed and set the garment bag down in favour of pulling the box open. Inside she found a pair of cherry red heels with little ankle straps, she'd not worn heels since her father's wake; the world had ended before she'd had another chance. The shoes were beautiful though, sat there looking all pristine. Lee had only ever seen black heels on the former wives so they had to be newly acquired, she doubted the wives would have let a pair of shoes like the ones before her just sit around. How does he know my shoes size though?

Her attention turned to the garment bag, she'd expected it to be black and of course it was, a very short black dress with bardot sleeves. It wasn't really Lee but if that was what Negan wanted her to wear she'd put it on. It was his birthday after all. Curiosity had a hold on her, she couldn't quite believe he'd managed to keep that nugget of information to himself what with how much he talk.

It didn't take long for Yulia long to strip off her clothes, she tossed them down onto the bed and just smiled down at the set of lingerie that sat beside the shoe box. How Negan kept finding all this stuff she'd never know, although it did give her an amusing mental image of Simon wandering around a ruined Ann Summers with a list. Clearly Negan had really put some thought into his birthday present.

The dress fit her almost perfectly and flared slightly, once the shoes were on Lee stood there a moment before the mirror in an attempt to get used to the height again, probably best not to fall on her face in front of Negan. Would ruin the mood. The raven-haired beauty combed her hair and pulled it over her left shoulder to hang in gentle waves, Yulia had forgotten she could look like that... pretty. Sure enough in the bathroom she found another of Negan's gifts in the form of pallets and lipsticks, considering how old it all was the make-up was it very good condition. She'd expected with how out of practice she was applying it all would have taken ages but turned out muscle memory took over.

It had been so long since she'd looked like this, all dolled up. Bold red lips pulled her shoes into the outfit. With a deep breath and one final look in the mirror Lee left Negan's room after she said goodbye to her beloved Sobaka and headed down the hall to his office at the other end of the corridor. She knocked on the door and waited for the gruff 'come in' before she went inside. At his desk sat Negan looking at a stack of papers, he was wearing glasses. Negan glanced up at her after a moment and grinned as he leaned back on his chair.

"Fuck, baby girl. I'm hard just looking at you!"

"It's rare to see you in your glasses." She told him with a smile as she strutted towards him.

"Don't fucking tell anyone, it makes me less fucking scary." He grumbled and reached to take them off but Lee was having none of it.

"I think it makes you sexy." Yulia smiled as Negan shrugged off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves revealing his toned arms. "Care to unwrap your birthday present?"

"Christ, yes! Get the fuck over here!" Negan pushed his chair back from the desk with his foot and shot her that sinful smile before he patted his knee invitingly. "Come sit in Daddy's lap."

Yulia obeyed without hesitation, she straddled him and let her arms snake around his neck as she grinned.

"Happy birthday, Daddy."

The Russian loved the way his eyes grew dark and hungry when she used that word. He groaned, she'd not actually called him 'Daddy' since that first time in the wives' communal room but she knew it would get a reaction out of him. The bearded man kissed at her pale neck while his fingers travelled down over her flanks to her hips then under the skirt of her dress, over the lace top stockings and finally up to squeeze her ass. She could feel how hard he was as she moaned.

When things grew more heated Negan loosened his tie, then, with a grin, he yanked it off and quickly tied it around Lee's arms behind her back. The raven-haired beauty could have stopped him if she'd wanted but the smile on his face was just too good to refuse, she knew what was coming and sure enough as soon as the tie was pulled tight Negan forced her up and bent Lee over his desk. In seconds he'd flipped up her little skirt to gaze at her backside.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, котик." (pussycat)

"Then get on with it!"

She demanded and suddenly Negan grabbed a hold of her long hair and yanked her backwards which forced her to arch her back.

"You don't give me fucking orders, Sweet pea!" He growled into her hear then slapped her ass, hard. Yulia moaned. "You know what I wanna fucking hear, sexy."

"... Daddy."

Negan groaned. "That's my girl. My Queen."

The birthday boy traced two fingers along her fabric covered sex when he finally released her hair. He hummed in anticipation.

"So fucking we for me already. You my perfect little wife, huh? You don't take shit from anyone do you? Only obey me."

That was Negan's ego talking again, from any other man it would have sounded arrogant and pathetic but from Negan it was expected and somehow his deep voice and possessive tone made it just a little bit sexy. His large hand came down on her ass again and it was perfect, left behind a red mark and soothing sting. Negan pulled on the tie around her wrists which forced Lee's back to further arch so as the Savior leader could kiss her neck once more. Then his hands were trailing down her body once more, little electric sparks shot though her skin.

"Please!"

How could Negan deny his darling wife? Yulia was his queen and the whole Sanctuary knew only he could touch her. Only him! Anyone else and he'd take their goddamn hands. Negan ripped Lee's little panties off, not pulled them down her thighs, no, literally ripped them from her and tossed them aside. That was all the warning she got before he buried himself to the hilt inside her, Lee cried out in pleasure. Negan set a fast pace, this was to be rough and hard, his favourite.

"Like that, baby doll? Like it all hard and fucking rough. Daddy's perfect little girl, ain't ya!"

Yulia wanted to grip the dark wood of her husband's desk but she'd got no chance, Negan had her hands bound too tightly behind her back. Husband, that would take some getting used to. There was something about Negan that was just more than any other man she'd been with, the Russian didn't quite know how to explain it, more presence was as close as she could get to labelling it but even that wasn't right.

The older man had a tight grip on his wife's hips forcing her desperate body back onto his erection. Lee moaned.

It was strange to think that in the old world Negan and Yulia lived in different circles, they were so alike and yet never would have laid eyes on one another, but in the apocalypse they had become husband and wife – in name anyway – a team. The world had to literally ended in order for them to be together, there was something strangely poetic about that.

The pleasure built between the two of them until Negan surged into what could only be described as a primal rut. Harsh, fast, rough, perfect. Negan came with a cry, fingers gripped her hips so tight she was sure she'd have bruises the next day. Lee felt him spill inside her.

"Shit! Shit, sorry."

Negan always pulled out unless he had a condom on, but this time she'd just felt too fucking good, he'd not been able to control himself. She'd felt so tight and wonderful around his hard length.

"Negan!"

Yulia shot to her feet and scowled at him. The dark expression actually scared Negan a little; of course he'd never admit that to her or himself.

"I'm fucking sorry, котик." (pussycat) He sighed. "I'm sorry. I lost control."

"You-" Was all the Russian got out before she was cut off by Simon on the radio, she continued to glare at him while Negan answered.

"What?!" He demanded.

"Negan, Regina just radioed in for back up. Her team is under a-fucking-tack. She thinks it's the same assholes that are set up at the that church."

"Shit!" Negan growled.

They'd wanted to storm that place but it was too heavily defended for them to even consider a blind frontal assault.

"Get a fucking team ready to move the fuck out. I want these shitheads alive!"

Negan slammed the radio down as Simon responded with a quick 'on it'. He turned his attention back to his young wife.

"Yulia-"

"Go, I'm in a dress and full of your cum. Not really my best outfit for killing. Just go." She gestured for him to go, an awkward movement since her hands were still bound. "Untie me first though, would you?"

Negan quickly acquiesced and tossed his tie down on the desk, it was crumpled and probably wouldn't see much use until Negan's next 'let's dress up for sex' phase. He knew she was right, he needed to go but he could still see the annoyance in her gorgeous green eyes.

"Okay, but we're talking about this when I get back. You know I didn't do that on purpose right?" His eyes flashed with concern as he gestured towards her lower half generally.

Lee breathed out a laugh. "Of course I know that, now please, Negan, just go. Have Evan and Connor go with my men. I'll join you with Hal and Koby soon."

"Thanks, babe. Check you being my back up." He pressed a kiss to her supple lips. "I'm taking Cherry."

Lee raised an eyebrow. "You're taking what?"

"Cherry. The fucking Mustang my sexy as shit wife got me, that's what I called her." Negan beamed then leant in to kiss her quickly. "Love ya."

Yulia just nodded as left, he only paused long enough to grab Lucille and his keys. Negan loved that bloody car but Cherry? Okay so it was cherry red, but the name seemed to obvious for her husband. Lee supposed it didn't really matter, it was his Mustang if he wanted to name it Cherry who was she to argue?

The twenty something Russian cleaned up as fast as she could and radioed for Koby and Hal to meet her in the garage, some birthday that had turned out to be. She didn't bother washing her make up off, it wasn't important, the dress had been discarded on the bed beside the red heels and Lee couldn't remember ever having dressed so quickly. She threw on her clothes and beloved tail coat then whistled for Sobaka to join her from his mass of pillows as she slipped her thigh holsters back on; she enjoyed their comforting weight.

She and Sobaka descended the Sanctuary levels quickly but paused in the stairwell when she saw Koby heading towards her, she could see Annabel – Koby's girlfriend – watching from her door. Koby had that just fucking look on his face that Lee was sure she wore as well. Neither Yulia or the tall black man said anything as they continued down to the garage, it wasn't exactly an awkward topic, just that Koby didn't feel the need to tell and Lee didn't feel the need to ask.

When the pair finally strutted into the large garage – frankly it was probably the largest room in all the factory – Hal appeared wearing a tactical vest she'd never seen before.

"You preparing for war or something?" Lee asked, her accent thick.

He flashed her a smile. "Can never be too prepared, Boss. I saw it in the market and saved up to get it. It says FBI on the front for fucks sake, of course I was going to get it."

The vest did indeed have FBI in large white letters on both the front and back, probably best Negan hadn't come across it first. It was only then that Lee realised Negan had just left, he'd not changed his clothes, he was out there in some fire fight in a goddamn motherfucking suit! Was there anything less Negan?

"You should have Margaret make you a SVR for Savior, mate." Said Koby as he check the magazine of his weapon.

Lee glanced around to make sure her truck was being loaded up how she wanted when she next spoke.

"You know I'm a Lieutenant, right? If I tell the market you can have something, you can have it."

Hal nodded. "I know but that's not fair on everyone and it was sort of like old days having to save up."

"Alright." She said frankly. "You do look like you're going on a drugs bust."

They didn't really have time for whatever kind of conversation it was they'd stumbled into though, so when her truck was loaded up she, her mini-Lieutenants and Sobaka clambered in and raced off like a bat out of hell.