I dressed for my first date with Negan in the dress he'd chosen. Not, surprisingly the one I wore the first time we had sex in his office, but the one I'd worn before that day. When he'd shown such interest in my love life, when his jealousy peaked for the first time.

The red plaid, with its flared skirt and tight sleeves, reminded me of that day as soon as I pulled it on. I was putting on my makeup while trying to remind myself of how I had my hair that day when he walked into our bedroom and smiled.

"You won't be too warm, will you?" His concern for my comfort made me smile.

I met his eyes in the mirror. "Kind of depends on where you plan on taking me, Coach." He moved to stand behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders to watch me as I worked.

"Oh, I plan on TAKING you a lot of fucking places, princess.' I felt the heat rush through me at his very clear meaning. "Our date's gonna be mostly outside, though, I didn't really think the outfit-"

"I'll be fine, Negan." I bit my lip and watched his eyes land on the movement. "I do have a question though." He nodded for me to go on. "How the fuck did I have my hair when I wore this dress?" His smile was blinding when he reminded me of having it loosely pulled into a knot on the top of my head.

"Your neck was bare." His finger brushed my neck. "Fucking tempting me to have a taste." And then he did just that, making me think that maybe the date was off, but he pulled away. "I'll let you finish getting ready, sweetheart." Shit.

Our first stop, after Negan handed me a small clutch of flowers that I felt semi-certain he'd picked from the landscaped beds outside the apartments, was a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city. His hand was on my back leading me to our table, which he'd reserved, and then he held my chair for me, like he had every time we'd sat down to eat.

I watched him over my menu, thinking about how fucking lucky I really was to have him. After we ordered, our drinks coming first, he reached for my hand and I smiled.

"Penny for your thoughts." He was smiling and looking so comfortable that I wanted to- I'm not sure what I wanted to do.

"I was thinking," I smiled around the rim of my glass as I took a sip and swallowed. "That I can't decide if I want to keep this side of you all to myself, or share it with the world so they can envy me."

"Both." He answered. "I'm all yours, Amara, but you can brag about it to any fucking one you want to." He winked at me and I giggled. "Should have done this a long time ago, sweetheart." His thumb was stroking my knuckles and I flipped my hand over so we were palm to palm. "Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?"

"Repeatedly." I was smirking as I took another drink. "I think you clean up pretty damn well yourself, Negan." He grinned and then we were approached by a guy in his twenties.

"Coach Negan?" He sounded incredulous and I nearly spit out my drink. "Hey."

"Hey yourself, Kyle." Negan was grinning at me still, but he'd looked up at the guy when he came to the table. "How's college treating you?"

They spoke for a few minutes, I could feel the guy's eyes looking at me even without peeking, since Negan's hand kept squeezing mine. Jealousy, thy name is-

"This is my girl, Amara Kendall." Negan was saying, bringing me out of my reverie. "Amara, sweetheart, this is Kyle Lambert." Oh, the football star from a few years back.

"Hello, Kyle," I said looking up and seeing his shock, although how he didn't notice Negan's hand linked with mine was beyond me. "It's nice to meet you."

"Same." He looked bursting to spill his gut to someone about this new revelation. I was willing to bet money that he'd be texting his former football team before he sat back down.

Kyle said his goodbyes as our food arrived and I watched him go to see if my hunch was correct. He pulled his phone from his pocket and my grin grew. Knew it.

"See something you like?" Shit. I turned back to Negan and saw his eyes blazing. Dear God.

I shook my head grinning like a loon. "Yeah," his eyes were slits from his glare, but I went on anyway. "Proof that I could have won a bet if I could have wagered someone out loud." From slits to confusion. "Kyle there is currently texting everyone he's ever known, who also knows you, to tell them the 'scandal' about us." I was gleeful and Negan finally smiled. "You honestly didn't think I could have the hots for that," I gestured toward Kyle's table, "when I have YOU?"

He chuckled then, and all irritation was erased. We talked throughout dinner, making plans for the remainder of the packing we had to do, and another victory came when I convinced him that hiring actual movers made sense. The waiter came back to ask if we wanted dessert and Negan said no, answering for both of us so firmly that I had hopes that meant I was dessert, but then as we left the building he surprised me again.

Ice cream, eaten while walking in the softly lit park, while our hips kept bumping because we were so close together. We'd just tossed our napkins in the trash can when he tilted my head back so I was looking up at him.

"I think you have a little something right," and then Negan flicked his tongue against my lip and we kissed. A slow burning start to what I hoped would be the grand finale of a wonderful evening. When he pulled away, I remembered we were still in the park, so that burn would have a while to build. Unless-

"You know what?" Curiosity shone on his face, "I think I see something right," I pulled his head back to mine and decided to add a whole hell of a lot of kindling to the fire. "Negan?" I breathed against his lips and felt him moan. "I think there might be a dark spot over here," and then I pulled him toward a copse of trees and made sure that the evening ended in a truly satisfying way.

While outdoor sex, during the quietest part of the evening in a public park, sounds all hot and thrilling, there are downsides. As Negan and I took turns treating our MANY mosquito bites learned.

"That tickles," I was twitching as he was applying the itch reducing astringent with a cotton ball to a very delicate part of my anatomy.

He laughed, and kept administering to each cluster of bites. "You'll remember this the next time you decide screwing against a tree-"

"Or in the grass," I helped.

"Or in the grass," he added, and I swore I could hear his eyes rolling. "I fucking hope."

"You're only irritated because one sucked the blood from your balls." I grinned over my shoulder at him.

He chuckled with a hint of a growl. "I have a preference for who can suck my balls, princess, and it's not a fucking mosquito."

"Damn right," I winked at him. "Are you done yet?" It was a whine, but I was bored.

"Almost," he smacked my cheek when I fidgeted. "I'd be finished already if someone would hold the fuck still." I groaned and pressed my face into the bed. "Good girl." Shit.

"Why does that fucking phrase-" I was muttering into the bed, so I felt certain he couldn't really hear me, but damn it if he didn't.

"Make you so fucking wet?" His fingers replaced the cotton ball and was sliding between my legs to prove his point. "Because, princess, you want to be my good girl." I twitched against him, and his fingers. "Don't you?"

"Yes, sir." I gasped, turning my head so I didn't accidentally smother myself and miss the good stuff.

"See, not so hard, is it?" I wiggled against his lap and felt him sigh.

"I don't know, Coach, feels pretty fucking hard to me." And with a growl, I was flipped onto my back and we went back to finishing up our first date.