Negan was forewarned about Eric and the idea of ME spanking him. His eyes had widened and his dimples came out when I told him what Eric had said in Alexandria.
"Oh, princess, do you want to spank me?" If the look on my face matched my feelings on the subject then he got the fucking message loud and clear. "You look appalled by the thought, Amara."
"It's ridiculous, you dick." I smacked his shoulder, and his grin grew. "Shut up. That doesn't count and you know it." I rolled my eyes as I sat on our bed to pull up my boot socks. "The idea that I would want to, much less fucking be able to bend your ass over and lay into it doesn't fucking appeal to me at all, even if it would make everyone who ever knew either of us laugh like fucking lunatics."
Negan's eyes were on mine and he was biting his tongue as I shook my head. "Is that a 'no' on spanking me, sweetheart?" I shot him a look and he chuckled. "Damn, and I was thinking I could call you 'mommy'" I nearly gagged and it showed, by the way his laughter grew. "The look on your face almost makes whatever Eric plans to do during the tour fade into the background, Amara."
Once I was finished dressing we met Laura and Trey in the main room. Trey toddled over to us, and instead of a beeline to me, he wrapped his arms around Negan's legs. I looked down at my little boy with a cross between happiness that he was adjusting to Negan's presence so well and the feeling that I was being replaced by the asshole I loved. Damn it.
Negan reached down and pulled Trey into his arms as naturally as I always did, kissing his forehead and asking him if he'd had fun playing with "auntie Laura". Trey was nodding and smiling at Negan, listening to him as if he was saying the most interesting thing in the world. I shook my head and thanked Laura, but she shrugged it off.
"Keeping Trey company is pretty tame compared to some of the things the boss asks me to do," shaking my head at the thought of what Negan could have asked her to do, I almost missed the smile she gave me. "The tour?" It was to Negan and he must have nodded because she started asking questions that made me think she'd be keeping an eye on all of us as we walked around the property.
"Ready, Amara?" Negan's voice brought me away from where I'd drifted while they talked route and logistics of our tour. He handed me Trey while he grabbed Lucille, and we were off.
Once again, Eric showed patience and calm that neither Negan nor I expected. First we ate breakfast in the main area where meals were held. Negan told us that eating with everyone wasn't going to be routine, since we had our own space to take meals. He helped me with Trey's food, seeming to take as much pleasure in feeding him as he did with eating his own food. Then we all walked through the Sanctuary, Negan pointing out the points system, which Steven asked about and what it meant for Eric, himself, and Trey and me. Negan told him that we'd talk about it upstairs.
We learned about the jobs that Negan's people, OUR people he reminded me, took care of as well as showing us to the infirmary where he asked me if Trey would need a check up. I shook my head as Eric reminded him that he was more than capable of making sure we were up to snuff health wise, but showing interest in the stockpile of medical supplies that Negan and OUR people had created.
We were outside, Negan pointing out the walker security system he'd installed, all of us listening seemingly attentively when I heard Eric clear his throat. Shit, no, not here and now. We weren't surrounded, not really, but there were more than enough people working in the yard to make things uncomfortable if my best friend chose to make it so.
"So Coach," Eric started and I felt Negan stiffen beside me. "These dead assholes you have guarding the perimeter," I felt him relax a little, rookie move, Coach. "Are they traitors and enemies, or are they-" I shut my eyes, hoping against hope that he wasn't going to say something completely fucking embarrassing. "People who managed to touch Amara's panties that you've hoarded while you were separated. In that shrine you call an apartment, I mean?"
Shaking my head, I hoped against hope that no one heard, but with the way Eric had raised his voice I knew it was a lost cause. "Now that you mention it, Eric," was that mirth I heard in Negan's fucking voice. "I plan on adding to the fucking perimeter any fucker who doesn't LOOK at Amara with the respect owed MY queen, and that shit will get kicked up to a million if anyone THINKS about touching her panties or HER." Thanks a fucking lot, Eric, you've given him more fucking ideas.
My eyes were closed and my face burned. If Eric had raised his voice, then Negan was fucking bellowing. Damn it. Why was I always the one on the wrong end of this shit? I sighed and opened my eyes to see that we were heading back inside. Thank fucking God, I thought, even as Negan's lips met my temple.
"You ok, princess?" I nodded and rolled my eyes.
Then smirking because of his favorite term of endearment for me, I looked up and bit my lip. "Princess? Thought I was your queen, Negan." And that did it, his smile grew wide and his free arm was around me, tugging me closer into his side. "I mean, if they-" I nodded my head toward the people still milling around outside behind us. "Have to think of me that way, shouldn't you?"
"What did you have in mind, Amara?" His voice was quiet, and Steven and Eric were far enough ahead of us that they couldn't hear him.
Licking my lips, looking over Trey's head at him, I smiled and told him that I wanted to know if he was willing to kneel for me. I saw his Adam's apple bob to prove I'd given him something worth swallowing over.
"Name the time and place, MY queen," he offered, voice low and dark. "Make it soon."
While we'd been on our tour, Negan had given the order to the people in the marketplace that he'd be needing a crib. The flurry of activity that met this demand had made the fight against rolling my eyes almost impossible, but a crib was found and I had to admit that it was impressive. Crib sheets were next, and then with another barked word, it was taken upstairs.
When we walked into our rooms, there it was, made up and tucked into the corner of the main room. The one with our family room furniture and I smiled knowing that when he said to make it soon, he more than meant it.
He answered Steven's questions about the points system, telling him that he and Eric were family, so the points system wasn't for them. Steven was interested in what kind of jobs that Negan expected them to do and I watched while Negan contemplated the question.
"Eric has medic training," a nod from Eric. "You can help in the infirmary," another nod. "Steven you did building shit, right?" Steven huffed out a laugh at the thought that his degree in architecture could be called 'building shit' but agreed. "I want you to look over some plans that I have for the outposts. Rick's people managed to ambush one, and I want to work to make sure that shit doesn't happen again." Steven's eyes lit up at the idea of the project. "See, points aren't needed because the two of you are gonna pull your weight." He smiled and I studied him waiting for my job.
"Well?" I asked, when nothing seemed to be coming. His eyes met mine and his smile grew into the predatory one I knew very well. "I am NOT just going to sit here and-"
"Be his human sex toy?" Eric offered, making me glare. "Why the fuck not? God, has the apocalypse turned you stupid?"
I sighed and finally forced my eyes away from Negan's. "You thirsty fucking-" I took a deep breath. "I'm NOT a sex toy."
"You're right, Amara, you're not," Negan agreed, but then ruined it with his follow up. "I don't have to buy batteries or blow you up to get you ready."
