Negan wrapped his arm around Layla's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze as an attempt to reassure her that it was fine. He wasn't worried very much by what people might think of them, but she couldn't help but feel selfconcious. She had never been very good at showing affection, let alone out where anyone and everyone could see. Her face turned red as she turned her eyes to the ground and fisted the back of his leather jacket, noticing that every person that they passed was giving them various looks. Ranging from confusion to disgust to Dwight's relieved face as he held his wife's hand and spoke softly to her.

It had only been a couple of days since their conversation and he didn't waste any time doing as he had said and making it so it was just them. A couple of his ex "wives" were relieved and the rest were more then slightly distraught when he had announced it to them all. They were even less pleased when he told them that they were to get back to work the next day with whatever jobs he could think of at the time to give them.

Layla was honestly pretty surprised when he told her that it was done. She hadn't actually expected him to do it. She felt relieved, yet kind of scared. She didn't think that she would be up to the task of pleasing him in the way that she knew he needed. They hadn't done anything sexual since before their conversation days before. She figured it was because she hadn't done anything to instigate anything, but she couldn't help but feel insecure about it. Although, on the other hand he had seemed pretty damn busy the past couple of days. She was determined to wait until he made a move, though.

He was swamped with work and agitated. Usually when he felt this way he would get a real good fucking and end it at that. But now, all he needed was to be with her to feel calmer. To feel right. They hadn't done anything sexual in days and he was starting to get really blue balled. He couldn't remember a time in his life where he even went one day without screwing some woman.

He wanted to get her in the bedroom again, he was just worried about scaring her away again, but this time not being able to find her. So he was doing his damndest to be patient, but fucking hell was it getting hard. It isn't like they'd really been able to see each other the past couple days, let alone being, well, alone. He's had to stay up until an ungodly hour to fix one person's shit or another.

She still stayed in her room, though he's planning on trying to change that very soon. He'd gone and checked on her both nights before he went to bed and he could tell she tried to stay up because she was still fully clothed in her jeans, t-shirt and boots. She was also not under the covers and was facing the door.

She didn't want to work with those women again but she wanted to do something productive. She just didn't know what, he just didn't want her to work at all. He wanted her safe and sound where he knew where she was the entire time. But for the moment they were trying to find a compromise.

Things seemed to be calmer that day so he wanted to spend as much of it with her as he could. He had picked her up right after breakfast and was taking her to his office. He rubbed up and down her arm, knowing how uncomfortable she was with everyone around them. There really wasn't much he could do about the stares at the moment. People would just have to learn to mind their own damn business.

Negan opened the door for her and she thanked him softly as she stepped into the room. She walked over to his desk and let her fingers run across the front as she quickly scanned the top that was filled with papers and such normal objects. It astonished her just how normal some of these rooms looked. If she didn't know better she'd say she was in the office of some businessman. Well, in a sense she kind of was. But, it looked just so fucking normal.

Kind of like his bedroom. It was so big and majestic. Almost like it had gotten lost in time. It was huge and so much nicer then anywhere she'd ever stayed in the past. Given the fact that they lived in a factory, it must have taken him a long time to get everything he had and get it set up so nicely.

Layla turned around and looked at him as she leaned against the desk. He was just watching her from a few feet away, "What did you wanna do?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and smirk forming on her face.

"Whatever the fuck you want to do, sweetheart." Negan replied, tucking her hair behind her ear before gently placing his hands on her hips.

She put her hands on his biceps and reached up to place her lips onto his. The kiss was tender and sweet, full of passion. He pulled away long enough to shove all of his stuff to the back of the desk only to connect their lips again. He grabbed underneath her thighs and lifted her onto his desk.

He put a hand on her hip and tangled his other in her blonde hair and stood between her legs as he deepened the kiss. He licked her lip and she opened her mouth for him. He entered her mouth, running his tongue along hers, earning a soft moan. He let out a groan for himself when she pulled his hips to hers as they kissed sloppily.

She pulled away and looked him in the eye with a smile, "Lock the door."

He swallowed hard and smoothed out her hair before he quickly composed himself with a smirk, "Yes, ma'am." He walked over to the door and turned the lock. He stood facing the door for a moment as he cleared his throat. Damn, the way this girl made him feel was insane. He turned around with a smile and walked back over to her. He pecked her on the lips before wrapping her hair in his fist and lightly tugging her head back, "Just tell me to stop, okay?"

She tried to nod her head but he didn't allow her to move. So she licked her lips and said with a whimper, "A-alright." She didn't mind that he was being dominant with her. In fact, it was making her have to resist squirming on her perch on the desk.

A growl escaped from deep in his throat as he attached his lips to her neck, sucking roughly at her sensitive skin. He was for sure going to leave a mark, but she didn't give a donkey's dick about it. He dragged his teeth over her neck before licking the shell of her ear. She gripped tightly onto the cool leather of his jacket as he slightly tugged her shirt down and nipped the skin of her collarbone.

She whimpered as he ran his tongue across the bite and up the front of her neck before roughly capturing her mouth with his again. He tugged at her shirt and she lifted her arms, helping him take it off as he threw it to the floor. He kissed her deeply as his hands ran up her sides and then back down, resting on her hips. She unzipped his jacket and slid it off of his arms, placing it beside her.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans only for him to pull away. She looked at him questioningly, but he just slid off her boots and trailed his fingers slowly up her legs. When he got to her belt he looked her in the eye as he undid it, and then her button and zipper. He pulled her pants down and off of her, dropping them to the floor with her shirt.

Negan reached behind her and swept everything on the desk to the floor. She could only assume he was trying to make that look sexy, and by god, it probably was. But that didn't stop her from bursting into laughter, she wasn't sure what she found so funny but she had to wipe her eyes as she tried to compose herself. But as soon as a large smile formed on his face she started laughing again.

He hadn't heard her laugh before. Let alone smile so genuinely, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. He couldn't help but smile himself at her reaction. He wasn't sure what she found to be so funny, but it didn't much matter to him. He was just glad to see her so happy.

When she started to calm down he gave her a tender kiss and put his hand on her chest and gently pushed her down until she was laying on the desk. He licked his lips as he looked down at her mostly naked body, scarce of anything except her underwear.

Layla watched him as he took his shirt of and kicked away his boots. He undid his pants and shoved them down and off him. He closed the small space between them and grabbed onto her hips and pulled her forward until they connected. By his observations he knew that she enjoyed to be dry humped. It wasn't something he would normally do, especially to get off, but he was more then willing to show her how it's done.

His grip tightened as he ground his hips into hers. Her body jerked by the sudden action and she leaned up on her elbows and looked down at him as he rolled his hips against her. She let out a small whimper as he continued rubbing. She tried to move her hips with his, but he didn't allow her to move as he held her firm.

She swallowed hard and bit her lip as he, without warning, pulled away and walked around his desk. She sat up and turned to him. He held out his hand and she took it. He led her over to the long black couch on the left side of the room. He sat down and pulled her down with him, onto his lap. He reached to her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it off of her. He ran his hands up and down her sides, causing her to shiver.

He took her right nipple into his mouth as an arm wrapped around her waist. She let out a quiet moan as he teased her other nipple with his fingers. She rocked her hips against him as he continued his minstrations on her breasts. He pulled his mouth away with a pop before placing his mouth on the other side of her neck.

He took control of her again as he put his hands back on their place on her hips. She moaned just from the feeling of his hardness against her core. He pushed her down onto him as he pushed up into her. She put her hands on his shoulders as continued grinding up into her.

Her legs squeezed either side of him as quiet noises left her mouth, "Please." She whimpered between breaths, "Please."

He pulled away from her neck and looked her in the eye, breathing heavily, "Please what, darling?"

"Ca-can I... " Her head flung back as she moaned loud, "I- I want... Fuck." She breathed as he continued rolling his hips into her. She shook against him as she put her fingers down the waistband of her panties and tugged them down as much as she could, "P-please. I- I... More, please." He smirked as he allowed her to lift her hips enough to hastily rid herself of her panties.

"Holy shit." He breathed out as she lowered herself back onto him. He could feel how fucking wet she was through his boxers. She placed her hands back on his shoulders as she ground into him with a moan. His hips jerked as he watched her rub herself on him. He felt himself getting close but he held it back wanting to enjoy the show as long as possible.

She chewed on her lip and tried to stay quiet. She didn't think the room was sound proof and didn't want the risk of anybody hearing her. But when her clit rubbed just right against the material of his boxers she couldn't hold back the loud moan that fell from her lips. She was close and didn't know if she could hold it in very long because it felt so damn good.

Her thighs tightened and her fingernails raked down his shoulders causing him to wince. Fuck, he didn't mind her getting rough, holy hell. He kissed her hard as he grabbed her hips and ground up into her until she was practically screaming against his mouth. She buried her face into the crook of his neck as she jerked her hips involuntarily.

"Come on, baby girl, cum for me." He growled into her ear when he didn't think he could hold back any longer, "Fuck, Layla, you feel so good. So good." With that her thrusts became wild as she came undone on top of him and he spurted his cum inside of his boxers.

She fell limp against him as they both tried to catch their breath, "Fuck." He breathed as he wrapped his arms around her and lied down on the couch, with her on top of him. Her head rested on his chest and one of her legs draped over his waist. He chuckled making her look up at him, "The last time I jizzed in my boxers was when I was a snot nosed, pimple faced, little punk. Lord," He smiled down at her, "That was fucking amazing."

"Yeah," She agreed running her fingers through the hair on his chest, "But next time we do it in your room."