We managed to all get ready for the meeting that all of us, including Trey who was having too much fun with Mama and Dada to be bothered, no doubt wished was cancelled. I dressed after brushing every tiny last missed knot and tangle from my hair and then braiding it over my shoulder, just like it had been the first time Coach took me on his desk. Negan had taken Trey to our room, dressing him like he'd been doing forever, then dressing himself just as quickly. They were playing by the time I came out to dress myself in the outfit he'd picked out for me.
This time it was the outfit he'd chosen when we packed up my bedroom at my parents house, and I watched him from the corner of my eye as he had his back turned and smirked. "Soon" he'd promised me, but I was wondering if I could make "soon" happen sooner than he planned? I hid the panties that he'd chosen under our blanket, and had my skirt on before he turned back to see how far dressed I was, then smiled as he watched me pull on my bra and the graphic tank that he'd been so sure I would wear the fitted leather jacket with during one of our family dinners with my parents.
I did wear it this time. I wanted no distractions for his people, in and out, that's how I wanted this meeting to go. For them, I mean. For Negan and I? Well, I was hoping for a reminder of how we first came together. The conference room table wasn't the desk from his office in my old high school, but I thought it would be a suitable replacement.
"Ready?" He'd snuck up on me as I was plotting, his arms winding around me, his lips touching the back of my neck. "Kind of want to give you another mark, just to be sure-" I smacked his hand, and felt the lips I loved curl into a smile on my skin. "Violence? Oh, princess, watch it, or daddy might have to-"
I felt that clench in my stomach even before he got to the word that I could feel in my toes. "Punish me?" I breathed, and felt a tiny nip on the side of my neck, not enough to leave proof, but enough to make my breath catch. A tiny flare of triumph at the way he gave a low, quiet growl made my eyes close. Shit.
I felt empty when he pulled away, but I knew, with what I had planned for the little meeting we were heading toward, that it would be short lived. Because now I knew for a fact that MY Negan was raring to come out, and that gave me a hell of a lot more swing in my hips as we walked together down to the room where his Saviors waited. Where I planned on reminding him just who we really were.
There were only a few waiting when the three of us arrived. A man with a mustache that looked like a throwback to the 70s, a man who bore a striking resemblance to a weasel, and a woman who sized me up as I walked in beside Negan holding Trey. Mr. Mustache was the Simon that Laura had mentioned, the Weasel was Gavin, and the woman Regina. Negan pulled out a chair for me, sitting it beside his at the head of the table and holding it as I sat with our little boy. He took the seat with his usual swagger, resting Lucille on the battered surface of the table. His eyes met mine, even as Simon tried to get his attention with ideas on retaliation tactics for my former community.
Negan barely glances up at him, but I can see that this only makes Simon persist. "Are you fucking blind?" Negan says, loud enough for the other man to hear, but not loud enough to startle Trey. "I'm making time with my family, asshole, so until the others arrive, put a fucking pin in it." Simon's glaring at the back of his head, but Negan's hand is clucking Trey under the chin and could clearly give a rat's ass how Simon feels about the slight.
Eventually the others do come into the room, and once everyone is seated, Laura close by and Arat no doubt outside the door waiting, Negan begins by telling them about the plans that Steven is working on. Of course there is dissent, after all, Steven is a former Alexandrian, so his loyalty is suspect, but Negan shuts down the fucking muttering by announcing that Steven AND his husband Eric are family, and if anyone has anything more to say about it, please fucking open their mouths one more fucking time. Silence falls.
"Better." He nods, looking around the table. "Now, the other reason you're all here, is to meet Amara and Trey." I can actually feel all eyes on me, including his. "Sweetheart?" I look up at him and smile. "Amara Kendall was going to be my wife before this shit started, and by the fucking grace of the universe she's back." I could feel the curiosity rising, about the former concubines no doubt, and Trey's parentage definitely. "Our son," his smile softened as his eyes fell to our quiet little guy who was staring up at his Dada with wide eyes, "Trey is a blessing I didn't expect." I bit my lip around my smile. "My FAMILY no matter where the fuck they found safety to survive, do you understand me?"
I could see understanding dawning on faces, even if a few, Simon among them, looked like they'd rather swallow acid to agree to it. But they did, and then before the meeting could go on, Laura came over and held out her hands to Trey. He giggled and opened his arms to her. "Don't worry, Mama, I'll keep him occupied while you finish up down here," was I imagining the knowing look in her eyes? Kissing Trey, which Negan also did in full view of the room, he waved bye to us as Laura took him out and Arat replaced her in the room.
"Now, start talking about whatever bullshit you think I should know." He gave the floor over to the group around the table and to no one's surprise Simon took the lead.
Once Simon hit his stride, I leaned closer to Negan as though I was asking him for clarification, but instead whispered, "I'm not wearing any panties, Coach." I saw his fist clench on the top of the table and grinned. Point to me. I bit my lip and sat back to "listen" to the conversation/debate going on in front of us. When he'd held my chair, he'd also pushed me in far enough so my legs were under the table and out of view. As I took in Simon's rant or plan, watching the Weasel/Gavin offer up his own take, I noticed Negan's hand closest to me leave the top of the table. Point two, I thought, a smirk forming. His fingers on my bare knee scored me another point, and now the game was getting far more interesting. I considered a name for the game as his fingers began their slow climb up my thigh. Maybe 'How Long Until Negan Kicks Everyone Out and Fucks Me Senseless', I thought, as his fingertip tickled my upper thigh, daring me to uncross my legs and let him take a stroll.
It took longer than I'd given him credit, I have to admit, even when I did uncross my legs. Even after his fingers slid down and between the newly created V. He held strong when he found proof that I hadn't been teasing about my lack of panties. But I knew I had him when he slipped lower and felt just how fucking ready I was for him.
"That's great," Negan cut off whoever had taken up the sharing stick. "Let's delve into that more soon." He looked around the table and I felt his finger slide further into my dampness. "Right now," he bit his lip as he felt me clench around his probing digit. "I have other shit to take care of." Shit? Oh, I think you can think of a better- and then he curled his finger and I lost track of what he was saying, missing the looks that he got as he basically threw them all out of the conference room because he managed to hit that fucking spot with ONE finger and I'd gone completely deaf from need. Arat followed them out, locking the door behind her with a smirk of her own. "Princess?" I arched up into his hand and he smiled. "Should I punish you or-"
I turned and yanked his face to mine shutting him up with my lips and tongue. Not fucking NOW, I thought. "Negan?" I pulled back, and my voice was husky and low. "Shut up and fuck me."
"Demanding aren't you?" But he bit back into my mouth, and his finger left me and then I was on top of the table in front of him. "Fuck you?" I nodded as he flipped up my skirt and bared me to his eyes. "Scoot back." I did, feeling the rough gouges in the table scrape against my skin. "That's far enough," I was completely on top of it now, and I grinned as he flicked open his belt and undid his jeans. "Let's see how fucking sturdy this table is, Amara." And then he was on top of it with me, hovering over me as I arched up to find his bare skin. "Feeling kind of needy aren't you?" I decided to test the table myself, hooking me leg around him and rolling so he was on the bottom. Thank God we were both thin enough to not fall off the width with that maneuver, I thought as I slid myself onto his hardness. "I think we've been here before, princess." I remembered the first and one of the ONLY times I tried to be on top, but he was in for a surprise. Rolling my hips, I still made that same noise, but I wanted it. All of it, the feel of him at this angle, the control. "Shit," I smiled as his eyes rolled back. "Do that again." And I did, and this time his hands were on my hips and he let me have full reign.
From the rolling to an absolute ride, we made the most of the sturdier than it looked table. Eventually he rolled me back over, Negan was nothing if not a control freak, but I didn't fucking care, because this WAS us. The wildness. The recklessness that showed that WE were what mattered, not what happened outside the door. That even with a little person to take care of we still had US. He did mark me. My hips were bruised from his fingers and hands, my neck wore another very deep bite, and I was so fucking happy to have US back that I could fucking care less.
We laid on the table afterward, never having gotten completely naked (again) and he had me draped over his body. I felt his chuckle vibrate through me and the scarred wood we were lying on. "You could have just fucking told me you were bored, Amara." I raised my head and propped my chin on his chest so I could see his face. "Was it with the meeting, princess, or-"
I bit my lip to hold back my own laugh. "It's been growing, Negan." His thumb traced my lips and I kissed the pad. "THIS is us." His smile made mine grow. "We're not the 'let's try to have quiet sex while the baby sleeps' people." He rolled his eyes. "We're the 'let's make sure the neighbors have issues making eye contact after last night' people."
"God, remember when Eric tossed the fucking ear plugs at you?" I grinned at the reminder. "Fuck, Amara, you're right." I tried not to look like a fucking know-it-all when he admitted it. "We always could make the fucking world disappear, couldn't we?"
"We still do, or can." I raised up enough so I was face to face with him. "I love you, Negan, and I love US." Kissing him gently, I pulled back. "Stop wearing kid gloves with me, OK?"
"Can I wear my leather ones?" I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "I mean, leather on that skin of yours, fuck, princess, daddy's getting ideas."
My stomach growled and I laughed at the interruption. "As a wise leader once said, put a fucking pin in it," his dimples were full blown. "Let's go eat and check on our little bear, Dada." He swatted my bare ass as I climbed off the table. "And I fully expect that punishment later, Daddy," I winked, fixing my skirt so it covered me.
