Eric and Mary spent the first night in our new home with us. Mary and I worked to get things unpacked, while Eric and Negan worked to move furniture around and hang some of the pictures I'd brought from my room. There was a bit of a disagreement when it came to the framed shot of Negan's happy trail.

"Bitch, do you KNOW how much money I paid for this fucking frame?" Eric's eyes were wide as I mentioned putting it on my beside table. "This is fucking art, frame and Coach Hot Dick's lickable self," I rolled my eyes as he yanked the frame from my hands and put in the middle of the mantle. "THIS is where it goes."

Mary was snickering. "Want some candles and flowers? Like a fucking shrine you weirdo?" She shot a look at Negan, who had his back to us watching out of the living room window. "Although to be fair, he might deserve a fucking shrine."

Jesus. I watched his back and could tell he was building up for his own hot take. "Sure, you two want to give him a shrine, but I have to LIVE with his ego already, so could you knock the stroking down a few notches?" I said it in his direction, wanting to see if that would break him.

"Hmm." Eric's eyes went closed as he moaned a little. "Stroking Coach? Hell, I'll kick that shit up to a fucking 12."

That did it. Negan coughed out a laugh and turned around. "Sorry, kid, there's only ONE person in this room that gets to touch my 12 and it ain't you." He had his arms around me before I blinked. "But-" He kissed me long and hard, "I think he's right, babe, I mean fuck, look at that-" he jerked his head toward the mantle. "Who doesn't want to see that in all its fucking glory?"

We went out to dinner that night. The four of us, eating and laughing at one of the casual chain franchises, planning future visits and letting ourselves have a break before we went back to work unpacking.

The four of us worked hard, and while Negan and I would still have plenty to do when they left the next morning, we made a good dent in the work. Eric and Mary, both sighing heavily and dramatically, agreed to share the bed that we'd slept in while living together in Negan's apartment. Our guests tucked in for the night, I met Negan in our room.

He had helped the movers rebuild my bed, and Mary and I had redressed it while they had been downstairs doing whatever he and Eric did when we weren't in the room. Negan had taken his shower first and I was ready to pout. I felt like I should have had a treat after the day we had, but apparently a hot shower with my very hot man wasn't on the list.

I went toward my dresser to grab clothes, but his arms wrapped around me stopping me. The feel of his body pressing tight against me made me think that I was going to get my prize after all.

"I laid out something for you in the bathroom, princess." I felt my stomach clench as he whispered the words against my ear, the heat of his breath wreaking havoc on my heartbeat. "Go shower, and come back to me."

And then he stepped back and I had to fight back a whimper at the loss of his heat. I took a beat to calm myself and then tried desperately to walk at a natural speed to our bathroom. Not taking a moment to see what he'd picked, I took a shorter shower than normal, feeling the tension build instead of lessening under the beating spray of the hot water. I stepped out of the glass enclosure and took up the plush towel he'd set out for me and then my eye met what he'd chosen for me to come to bed wearing and my mouth went dry.

As I dried carefully, taking careful inventory of my own body and making sure I didn't need to hope back in the shower for a little extra personal grooming, I looked at the lingerie he'd picked. Powder blue, not quite as icy looking as the formal dress I'd worn during my disastrous date with Joe, it left little to the imagination. A baby doll nightie, the tag had read, and I'd bought it on a whim. Lace, mesh, with a matching scrap of fabric that someone could squint and pretend they constituted panties, it was a set I'd almost forgotten I owned.

I had to put everything on carefully, the mesh delicate, the thread that created the waistline of the panties made for ripping. Swallowing the rush of lust I felt at the very thought of it, I brushed my hair, thinking I'd put it up once we were ready to sleep, but for now long, loose, and wet would do. Biting my lip at my reflection, knowing without a doubt that Negan had chosen one the hottest sets he'd come across so far, but nowhere near the sexiest, I hoped this would be a new routine.

When I opened the door separating our bath from our room, I noticed that he'd dimmed the lights, and he was standing by the bed. I hoped he hadn't stood there too fucking long, because I didn't want him tired out already. And my panties would attest to that.

"Shit," he whispered, eyes burning up my entire length. "A part of me wishes you could wear that out in public, but the other part-" he stalked toward me. "Would fucking kill anyone who sees you like this." And then his lips met mine and he showed me just how fucking amazing he thought I looked.

I was on my back in the middle of our bed in no time. Negan took a moment to rock his short covered hardness into my already ruined panties, but then he pulled back to get rid of what little he was wearing. And then he was back, hovering over me, his lips meeting mine again. My arms moved to wrap around his neck, but his hands caught my wrists and put them back on the pillow on either side of my head.

"Keep your hands there," Negan's hungry voice had come out to play. "Understand, sweetheart?"

I nodded, but then corrected myself. "Yes, sir." He smirked down at me and then leaned forward to nip at my ear.

"I think I want a new title, Amara," his breath was hot on the dampness he'd created. "I bet you even know what it is."

Shit. No, did he- "Are you serious?" It came out a little sharper than I meant, but he pulled up so our eyes could meet again. "You were pissed when they insinuated that."

His smirk was full blown now. "I was pissed they thought you were my daughter, princess, not that they thought I was your 'daddy'."

I felt a new clench at how he growled the word. Fuck. "You want me to call you 'daddy'?" Sharpness was gone from my voice, replaced by the breathless tone he usually evoked from me. I bit my lip as I felt his hard naked length teasing my soaked panties. "Earn it."

And holy shit, did he.