Sunny snuggled into her pillow. It was warm and heavy…and breathing. She slowly opened an eye and took in her current situation. Negan was sleeping on his back next to her his chest rising and falling rhythmically. She was laying on her right side, her head on Negan's shoulder. His left arm was wrapped protectively around her back. His hand cupping her butt. Her leg was thrown over his lean hip. Her arm was stretched over his chest. His hand covering hers. She could feel his heart beating beneath her palm.

Oh my god. How did we end up like this? We didn't- No, I'm still in my prairie get up. Look at him sleeping. He actually looks normal and nice. You should kiss him! What? No! Hello, morning breath. How mortifying would it be if mine were worse than his? No one wants stinky cheese kiss. I need to get away without waking him up.

Slowly, she moved her hand out from under his and lifted her leg off of him. She started to turn her body when he suddenly rolled to his side and pulled her back into him. She froze and she felt the hard length of his arousal pressed against her. Hot and flushed, she fought the desire to arch her back and grind on him. She nervously started easing her body away from him.

"Where're you going?" a husky voice behind her asked.

"Uh…I have to pee," she wanted to slap herself.

Negan chuckled and let go of her, "Come back after. I'm not done with you yet."

Holy crap! No. No no no no no. This is not happening. You barely know him. Yes, he's incredibly sexy. Look at how cute his bed head is. And yes, he is, apparently, built for it, but you cannot go back in that bed with him. Actually, you could. God, I hate myself right now.

She the left bedroom and closed the door quietly behind her. She went to the bathroom and started getting ready for her day.

Keep your routine. Keep your sanity. Keep your routine. Keep your sanity. Saying a mantra in your head seems like you've already lost half that battle. Awww… he finished our laundry. The laundry…nothing is ours. Don't be weird.

She grabbed some clothes from the dryer. Jeans, a green t-shirt from some camp she had to go to years ago, and Hello Kitty socks. She stared at her face in the mirror.

Should I put on some makeup? Why are you even thinking about this? Maybe just some mascara…. He saw you yesterday in ridiculous pajamas and without a stitch of makeup. Do you really think he's going to care today? Why are you trying to impress him? Because I want him. I want him to want me. He's too old for you. I don't care. Why would he be interested in you? It doesn't seem like he's disinterested….Ugh! Just stop. You cannot keep doing this to yourself. This is going to be Jackson all over again.

Sunny threw her hair up in a ponytail and left the bathroom. She walked through the living room to the closet. Locked.

That's weird. Why would it be locked?

She went to the kitchen and opened the junk drawer to find her mini flathead screwdriver. Back to closet and she jimmied the screwdriver into a hole on the knob. A quick turn and the door was open. Inside, she saw all her weapons that Negan found.

At least he didn't steal them….yet. What does he want anyway? None of this makes any sense.

She opened the door, entered the closet, and closed it behind her.

Negan awoke to the smell of coffee. Not that shit they served at the Sanctuary…actual coffee. He dragged himself out of bed. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept so long or so heavy. Sleeping next to Sunny's sweet little body was something he could get used to. He wished she had come back this morning. He hadn't wanted to let that feeling of ease go. Maybe his morningwood had scared her off.

He went to the bathroom and found his clothes hanging on the back of the door with a note with graceful looping cursive.

Dear Negan,

Get dressed. Oh, I'm sorry. Would you, please, get dressed?

Breakfast will be ready soon.

-Sunny

"Little smartass," he laughed to himself. She really didn't know who she was dealing with. But he wanted her to challenge him and even defy him… within reason. He would enjoy having her bent over his lap, turning that round ass a nice shade of pink, edging her until she was dripping wet and begging for his forgiveness. He splashed some cold water on his face trying to cool off his desires.

He walked to the kitchen and found her standing over the stove. The smell of bacon greeted him.

"Morning, sunshine," he said.

Sunny turned and looked like a deer caught in headlights then laughed.

"What's so fucking funny?"

"Nothing. It's just you and those pet names. Is it a term of endearment or a way of letting people know they aren't significant enough for their name to be remembered by someone as important as you?" she asked with a knowing smirk.

He walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, "For you…let's go with endearment" he nuzzled her ear put his hands on her hips sending shivers down her spine.

Sunny began to lean back into his hard chest then froze. This felt so good but so wrong. She should not be letting him be so intimate with her. She began to feel the panic coming over her but suddenly, he kissed her temple and released his hold on her.

"It smells fucking awesome in here. What've you been up to since I fucking know you didn't come back to bed like I told you to," he said.

"You couldn't possibly expect me to take the commands of a man half asleep seriously. Besides I've been very busy. Breakfast is bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee. Mugs are in that cabinet. I'd offer you cream and sugar, but my guess is you take your coffee black."

"Oh, I'd take your cream and sugar any fucking day, princess, but just not in my coffee."

Sunny blushed furiously and took a deep breath. She could do this, "You may want my cream and sugar, but that doesn't mean you're going to get it."

"Oh, babydoll, it's not a matter of if but fucking when. The way you fucking blush, the way your body wants to melt into my fucking touch…I could fucking make you scream until you are limp from the number of fucking orgasms I'd give you. All you have to do is fucking ask, kitten."

Her mind was flooded of images of Negan's mouth and hands all over her. Her nipples hardened and her panties were already soaked. She squeezed her thighs together to try to relieve some of the pressure that was building.

"I could fucking help you with your little problem there, sweetheart," he said, "Just ask. Tell me what you want," he added in a low voice.

"No, thank you. I'm fine."

"Oh, honey, you are fucking anything but fine. You are wound up so fucking tight. Let me help you relax."

"I can't," she whispered.

"Why the fuck not?"

"I'm just not one of those people that can have sex and it not mean anything. And you seem way too comfortable with that idea."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean? Who says it wouldn't fucking mean anything?"

"Can we just drop it? Please, let's just eat breakfast?"

"Fine. But don't think we aren't revisiting this later, doll."

They ate in awkward silence sitting next to each other at the table. Neither one sure of what to say next. Suddenly, his hand closed around her wrist and he jerked her to face him.

"What in the—" she squeaked.

"Where the fuck did you get fresh eggs, Sunny?"

"What?"

"You've been down here for 2 fucking years. You say you haven't seen another fucking soul, but where the fuck did you get these eggs?"

Her eyes widened at his aggressive behavior. He looked on the brink of rage. But why? They were just eggs.

"I told you I don't like fucking liars. Was this sugar and spice routine just an act? Who else is there?"

"No one. I haven't seen anyone but you. If you would just calm down—"

He got up from the table and began pacing in the living room. His hands running through his hair.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I knew you were too fucking good to be true," he growled.

"The closet!" she yelled.

He stopped in his tracks. He had been on his way to the bedroom to get Lucille. He needed to feel her weight in his hand… to take back control. He turned to look at Sunny who still sat, her green eyes brimming with unshed tears. Fuck, he was screwing this up.

"What closet?" he asked regaining some composure.

"The closet you hid all my weapons in."

"There aren't any fucking chickens in that closet, Sunny."

"I know, you have to go in and shut the door behind you."

"Is this some sort of fucking trick?" he glared.

Sunny had never been around someone this angry. She didn't know what to do. She wasn't sure what he would do. She slowly approached him. She tried to remember what her dad told her about approaching animals. Remain calm. Offer your hand. Soft soothing voice. She carefully reached out her hand and took his. Her hand felt small and delicate in his large rough grasp.

"No. I wouldn't lie to you, Negan. I just didn't think to tell you about it before. Please calm down. Let me show you," gently she pulled him after her.

"Wait," he said. He dropped her hand and went to the bedroom. He returned with Lucille. Sunny stared at the man she had been teasing what seemed like moments ago.

What the hell? Why would he feel the need to bring that along?

"You really don't need that," she said quietly.

"The fuck I don't. Lead the way."

She led him to the closet and opened the door. They both stepped inside. It was a tight fit. She could feel Lucille's barbs poking her jeans. When they closed the door, the back wall opened up to reveal another room.

"How much fucking money did your dad fucking win? He's got fucking secret passages all over the house. This is ri-god damned-diculous."

"$346 million. After taxes he got to keep about $130 million and he spent almost all of it on building and stocking this place. I know it's stupid. This kind of thing doesn't really happen, but it did."

They walked into the first area. Walk-in freezers lined the left and shelves filled with household products and canned goods were on the right. It looked like a small grocery store.

"Holy fuck! Where you going to fucking tell me about this?"

"I didn't know you didn't know. You found all the weapons hidden around…how was I supposed to know you didn't find the rest of the bunker?"

"What's in the freezers?"

"Meat, some dry goods like flour. Everything is vacuum sealed in small portions. It took me and my mom forever," she said.

"You do realize you are the fucking luckiest little girl in the whole god damned disease riddled world."

"Yeah, I know. I feel like crap for complaining about it before. Let me show you the rest."

They crossed the first room to a door on the center of the far wall. The next room had 2 green houses lit with fluorescent lights. Bags of soil and fertilizer lined the walls. There were shelves with pots and tools. A hose could attach to a small faucet over a sink.

"I mostly have just regular vegetables. Tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, potatoes, onions. Some herbs. I don't have a great green thumb but it's getting better," she explained, "I eat a lot of salads and eggs because I'm just not sure what to do with it. If you want you can take some back…as a sort of peace offering?"

Negan looked down at Sunny with a frown. She stared back with furrowed brows, wringing her hands. Her offer made him angry and he didn't know why.

If you weren't you, I would have fucking killed you and moved here my-fucking-self. Fucking lucky my men didn't get in here first. All of this shit belongs to me…including you.

Through another door and they entered a smaller room filled with hay and feed. Instead of a door on the other wall there was a ladder. Negan gripped Lucille tight and followed Sunny. Up they climbed until Sunny flipped open a trapped door and they found themselves surrounded by the sound of hens clucking happily. They were in the barn.

Negan looked around, "Why couldn't I hear them from the outside?"

"Sound proof walls. It was designed to look weathered and old on the outside. You didn't notice it had glass windows and an air conditioner? My dad originally wanted a cow but didn't want poachers because of the noise. The roosters tend to get loud too."

"What the fuck happened to the cow?"

"Never got around to it. I would kill for some milk though. The powdered crap I have sucks."

"Holy fuck, doll. Your dad was fucking insane, but he was probably one of the fucking few that was actually prepared for this shit."

"He was prepared for governmental and societal collapse. He wasn't prepared for the dead coming back and eating the living. Who would be?"

"What happened to him?"

"My mom was visiting my grandma at the nursing home. She called crying saying someone had attacked Grandma, and she needed him to come and get them. He loaded up a gun and left. They never came back. The news had been reporting weird things, but my dad just thought it was drug addicts on a bad trip."

They made their way back to the living quarters in silence. Negan couldn't get over what he had just seen. This place was a god damned gold mine. There was a lot of food. It could keep his people at the Sanctuary fed for a while. The chickens could keep them fed with eggs forever. She had a starter garden they could use to expand their own. He needed to think about what he was going to do with all this.

"Are you still mad at me?" Sunny asked as she sat on the couch.

"No, doll. I shouldn't have fucking lost it like I did, but dealing with someone as good as you seem to be is fucking rare nowadays. There is always a price now."

"What's your price? You could take all my stuff and leave me with nothing. Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I've been called a lot of things, honey, but nice ain't one of them. We'll have to negotiate my price. But right now, I've fucking got to get back to The Sanctuary before those dumbasses burn the place to the ground."

"You're leaving already?"

"Last night you fucking wanted me to leave."

"Are you going to come back?"

"When else would we negotiate?" he winked at her.

"When?"

"You gonna miss me, kitten?"

"Eh, not much," she shrugged.

"Is there anything you need me to bring back?" he asked.

"Well, not need but…."

"Spit it out, babydoll."

"I dropped my favorite book in the tub while I was reading."

He laughed. Most people would want food, water, ammo. His princess wanted a book.

"What fucking book?"

"Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte," she replied, "I would love you forever."

"I'm going to fucking hold you to that, sugar." He started heading to the door with Lucille.

"Wait!" Sunny ran to her parents' room, "Here." She handed him a remote of some sort. "It opens the front gate so you don't have to climb the tree again."

"Thanks, doll. I'll see you in 3 days." He pulled her closed and tilted her chin up. Her eyes widened as he leaned down and kissed her. His lips were gentle and firm as they pressed into hers. She felt herself relax and her eyes closed. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Her heart was racing and heat was spreading throughout her body. She wanted more. She shifted her lips to deepen the kiss, her hands running up his chest, and he pulled away. She stumbled forward, blinking slowly she looked up and saw the smile stretching across his face.

"3 days."

"It's a date," she smiled shyly.

With that, he walked out the door and left Sunny alone, again, confused, aroused, and counting down the minutes until he returned.