Negan rose from the bed. Her eyes were still closed, but her breathing had evened out. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand, cleaned Sunny's lower stomach as best he could, and patted her thigh. He snatched his boxers off the floor and left the room.

She opened her eyes just in time to see his lean naked form walking out the door. The haze of lust and wine was diminishing. She sat up and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over her dresser. Naked. Thighs still glistening with her release. Her hair was wild, stuck to her forehead and neck with perspiration and teased in the back. Her mascara and eyeliner, so painstakingly applied, smeared into her temples. She looked debauched, and for the first time, she really felt it. She crawled under the covers trying hide from her own judging eyes. Sitting up she pulled the sheet up covering her nudity, hugged her legs to her chest, and rested her forehead on her knees.

Oh my god. What did I do? You enjoyed yourself….for once. How could I just throw myself at him? Ugh, I can't even blame the wine. I wore matching undies. I shaved places I have never shaved before. I gave myself a pep talk to have a one night stand. I made that decision way before he got here. Was it even a good one? Um. Yes! Do you not remember those orgasms from minutes ago? Worth it. Soooooo worth it. When have you ever felt that before? Never. But why do I feel this way now? What's going to happen? What do I do? What was all that forever talk? He couldn't have meant it. Why would he? Ugh. Would you just shut up and enjoy the afterglow?

She heard him enter the room. Her cheeks heated as she remembered the state of her hair and her make up. She lowered her knees sitting crossed legged and clutched the sheets closer to her. He sat on the bed, his hand trailing up her thigh.

"A little fucking late for modesty, doll," he said, "I mean, shit, I was just nose deep in your—"

The sheet dropped as her hands slapped against his mouth. His laugh rumbled against her palm and he pressed a kiss into her hand. His eyes twinkled as they roamed down her body stopping to admire her newly exposed breasts. She released his face and covered herself.

"I know it's just-"she started looking down.

"That I fucking left the room for 2 god damn minutes, and you started fucking slut shaming yourself? It's written all over your face, princess. Out with it. Was it too fucking much? Did I fucking scare you?"

"Um no…I think I mostly scared myself. This just isn't like me. I thought I could-but now—I mean, what we did was really intimate. But I don't really know anything about you. I guess, I'm just confused."

"Did you enjoy it?"

She looked away and blushed.

"It's okay," he whispered, "I already know...the evidence was dripping off my—"

"Yes! I enjoyed it."

He laughed, "Then what's the fucking problem, baby?"

"Well—I—"

"Look, we live in a shit world where nothing is guaranteed. We have to seize moments like this by the balls. Trust me, holding back and fucking taking things slow will only lead to regret. We can get to fucking know each other along the way."

"You don't think less of me?"

"You fucking kidding? I'll be thinking more of you…so much more….the way you were moaning and grinding up against me. Fucking hot."

She slapped his shoulder, "That's not what I meant!"

He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, "You're fucking perfect. Now go take a shower. We don't need you snail trailing all over the sheets."

"Ew!"

"What? You already made a fucking mess of the quilt."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't you ever fucking apologize for coming. The wetter the fucking better, babydoll."

"Really?" She pointed to her robe hanging on the closet door. He got up and held it out for her forcing her to leave the safety of her covers. Curiously, she felt aroused by the little show of exhibitionism as she let him help her slide in the sleeves.

"Fuck yeah," he reached around her waist and tied her sash. "The only thing that could've made that any better is if I came in you instead of on you," his low voice in her ear as he nuzzled into her. She squeezed her legs together. He pushed her towards the door, "You better get in the shower before you drip on the floor, kitten." She shot him a pouting glare as she walked out of the room.

Negan retrieved his backpack packed for an overnighter and Lucille from the secret stairwell outside the bunker door. He was getting sloppy. In his eagerness to teach Sunny a lesson for teasing him, he forgot all about his main girl. Sunny might be the death of him yet.

He snatched the comforter off of the master bed and switched it out for Sunny's quilt. She could decide how to wash that shit later. He got out a clean pair of boxers then figured he could use a shower too. He had wiped himself with a wet wash cloth but still felt tacky. It wasn't comfortable sleeping when your balls stuck to your thighs.

He opened the door to the bathroom. The air was warm and humid. He could hear Sunny softly humming to herself. Scent of fruit and flowers filled his nostrils. He took a deep breath. Stripping, he pulled back the shower curtain.

Sunny screamed over her shoulder and clutched her heart covering her breasts, "Oh my god! You can't sneak up on me like that! You scared the crap out of me! This is what happens in horror movies, you know."

"And here, I fucking thought it was romantic," he said as he stepped into the shower bath.

"What are you doing?" She tried to shrink away from him.

"Getting clean. Unless you wanted to get dirty again…"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a small laugh. She looked adorable. All the makeup washed away. Bubbles covering her hair and dripping slowly down the curves of her body. She stepped further in the water rinsing the rest of the shampoo out of her long hair. His fingers brushed her wet skin. She tensed as he moved her hair over her shoulder. She looked back at him coyly.

"Just relax," he said.

He filled his hands with body wash, rubbed them together, and began to massage her shoulders. Her head immediately fell forward as she moaned in satisfaction. His dick twitched in response.

He moved her out of the water, "Put your hands on the walls."

She hesitated but complied facing away from him. She was rewarded as his fingers worked the muscles down her spine to her lower back. His hands gripped her hips, shaped her ass, and traveled down her thighs and back up again squeezing the muscles. His thumbs lightly brushed against her folds as he reached the tops of her legs. She whimpered when he moved his hands to her waist. He ran his hands up her torso then took the weight of breast in his hands. He kneaded her then pinched and teased her nipples.

He leaned over her small frame and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to be mine?"

She shook her head no.

"Well that's a damn shame." He pulled her up and turned her around to face him. His hand tilted her chin up and he took his time kissing her soft lips until they opened for him. His tongue stroked hers. He gathered her against him. Her hands resting on his chest. His erection pressing against her stomach. Their soft moans filled the air.

"Now?" he said against her lips.

"No," she whispered with a smile.

His kisses slowed and he gently pushed away to stand in the cascade of water. She took advantage of his closed eyes and hungrily took in the details of his body. His chest was covered in a layer of tight curls that traveled down his flat abs, around his belly button, down around his stiff cock.

"Take it all in, kitten. I know I'm fucking fine," said with a wink.

Sunny giggled sheepishly. She continued to watch has he washed his hair admiring all his tattoos as his arms flexed. He reached next to her, took the bottle of body wash, and handed it to her.

"Here. Make yourself useful."

Her eyes widened. She didn't know how she would still be able to tell him no if she started touching him. And oh, how she wanted to touch him. She bit her lip as she started rubbing her hands through his chest hair watching the liquid turn into a mass of bubbles. His nipples hardened under her palms. She ran her hands down his sides and over his stomach then paused.

His hand wrapped guided hers to his erection, "You're not going to fucking hurt it," he said with a groan and she tentatively gripped his cock.

She worked him with her soapy hand twisting her hand up and down his shaft. He was thick with a large vein running up towards the head. His head fell back when she cupped his balls with the other hand. The power she felt giving him pleasure filled her with a needy desire. Her clit pulsed. Heat and moisture flooded her core.

A guttural moan escaped his lips as they came crashing down on hers. He angled his head and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, hungry for her taste. His hips flexed as he thrust harder into her hand. It wasn't enough. He needed more. He grabbed her hands and spun her around. Holding both her wrists in one hand, he pinned them against the wall, and pressed himself into her backside, his dick sliding in between her cheeks as he thrust.

He kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders while his free hand slid down her body, over her breast, pinching and pulling her nipple, down her stomach, through her patch of short curls, parting her smooth lips until he reached her clit. She arched her back and spread her legs. He pushed his fingers through her slick folds and found her entrance. He slipped two fingers inside of her maintaining pressure on her clit with his palm and began to pump. She rocked her hips into his hands riding his fingers.

"Tell me you're mine," he growled as he quickened his pace, "Tell me and I'll be so deep inside you. I could make you feel so fucking good, baby. This is nothing compared to what my fucking dick can do. Stretching you. Filling you. Say it, princess. Say it," he demanded as he thrust harder against her.

"N—ahhh," her response was drowned with sounds of her climax hitting her, his words pushing her over the edge. Her muscles convulsed around his fingers, her legs trembled. He followed her quickly, reaching his own peak. His dick pulsed as he came on her lower back. Their moans softened into pants. He released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her, his hand gripping gently around her throat his thumb stroking her pulse.

"Your ass is in a world of trouble when you finally say yes, sweetheart. I'm going to delight in tormenting you as much as you are tormenting me. Deny it all you fucking want right now, but you know you already belong to me. I don't like being denied what's mine." He gave her ass a quick smack and laid kiss on her temple. She shivered not knowing whether from anxiety or excitement.

They rinsed off and wrapped themselves in towels. Seeing her drowsy kitten eyed blinks, he scooped her up and carried her to her room. He set her down and started to pull at her towel. She tightened her grip but let go at the reprimanding glare she got.

He took his time drying her limbs and body making sure he didn't miss a single drop. She swayed slightly under his meticulous ministrations. He gently squeezed the excess water from her hair. He retrieved a tank top and some boy shorts from her drawers. He lifted the shirt over her head and pulled it down over her. He knelt down holding her panties out in front of him. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she stepped into the leg holes. He pulled them up placing one small intimate kiss where they covered her body. He led her by the hand to the bed. He pulled back the covers and watched as she flopped down on the mattress with all the grace of a harbor seal. He smiled, tucked her in, and kissed her shoulder.

"Why Sunny?"

"Hmmm?" she murmured.

"Why did they choose the nickname Sunny?"

"Maybe it was my disposition," she said sleepy yawn.

He brushed some hair away from her face and tucked it gently behind her ear.

"Negan?"

"Yeah, kitten?"

"I got you a present too."

"You did?"

"It's in my nightstand."

He pulled open the drawer and found a small box tied with string. He pulled the bow open and lifted the lid. In it lay a key ring with two keys.

"One's to the bunker and one's to the house….so you don't have to climb into the window anymore."

He smiled and kissed her cheek, "Thanks, baby."

He finished drying himself, put on a clean white shirt, and a pair of black boxer briefs. He made sure the doors were locked and the bunker was secured then set about gathering things he would need in the morning. Finally, he climbed in bed with Sunny and gathered her to him. These were the moments you had to seize. The innocent moments that were hard to find in a world of chaos and violence. He craved Sunny. The reprieve she gave him from the stress of leading the Saviors. He fell asleep inhaling the scent of her shampoo and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing.