Summary-Negan and Sunny deal with the effects of their argument. Who will bend or break?
Warnings- Angst, Smut, Edging, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Language
Author's Note- Sorry this took so long to get out. Flu, bronchitis, and plot bunny in shape of Max from The Resident took over my life. However, since you guys waited so long, I combined what would have been 3 short chapters into this much longer one. Also, I planned this story out before the episode with sad Amber aired. So my Amber is a bitch. And I'm gonna screw around with the time line to fit my story. It shouldn't make much difference since it's hard to tell how much time passes between episodes sometimes.
Word Count- 5.7k+
Negan sat in his office staring at the new bedroom door. He swirled the scotch, the ice gently clinked against the glass, and brought it to his lips. He swallowed the last mouthful in one large gulp feeling warmth spreading down his throat. He had everything ready. All he was missing was Sunny.
She's too fucking stubborn for her own good. She has no fucking clue how damn vulnerable she is out there on her own. She'll come the fuck around. She has to. I'll fucking make her. God fucking damnit.
He walked across the room and flung the door open. His hazel eyes drank in the blues and greens. Dark wood stood out against the soft colors of the bedding and pillows. He didn't understand why the bedding came with so many fucking throw pillows, but he had put those on the bed too. Framed paintings of large floral landscapes graced the walls bringing beautiful fields of flowers, stilled waters of ponds covered in lily pads, and a grove of blooming cherry blossoms and weeping willows swaying in the wind into the would be office space. Shelves held books, board games, movies, everything she could need to entertain herself. Comfy armchairs much softer than the leather seats he preferred in his office and a fluffy area rug created a sitting area for reading. There was even a fucking chandelier for her. The room was much more feminine than his previous style. He couldn't imagine Sunny against all that red and black. It was too harsh for her. She should be surrounded by beautiful things. Soft things.
Negan walked over to the bathroom he had fitted for her. He would keep the one in the office for himself. He knew he would get home late, more often than not, covered with reeking foulness. He wanted to shield her from that part of his life. He opened a bottle of lotion and inhaled. He had stocked her bathroom with all the girly smelly shit he could find. She could pamper herself with finest toiletries money once could buy.
Most of what he found came from a ritzy neighborhood of mansions they had ransacked. He'd never been able to surround himself with the finer things in life before the world practically ended. Like hell, he would deny himself now. And with his princess by his side, he would finally have everything.
It had only been three days. Three torturous days. He hadn't had sex or gotten off since he had been with Sunny. The first thing he did when he returned was get rid of his harem of wives. He didn't want them anymore. Hadn't wanted them for a while. He had set them up with a hefty sum of points to live off of. They could get jobs or find a new meal ticket if they needed more. Four of them seemed relieved. Sherry was confused and angry. Amber was just down right pissed and determined to keep their arrangement going.
She had come to him yesterday wearing as little as possible. She leaned over his desk that he was working at. Her tits nearly spilling out of her top.
"I understand why you'd get rid of the others," she said," but I thought what we had was special."
"I made it fucking clear I didn't want anyone here that didn't fucking want to be here," he replied.
She walked around the desk and kneeled next to him. "But I still want to be here. I always will." Her hand rested on his knee then crept its way up his thigh.
He grabbed her hand and tossed it back at her. "But I sure as fuck don't. You've got enough damn points to keep you pretty fucking comfortable. That's all you're getting."
"But what about my new furniture?" she pouted.
"You're lucky you get to keep the shit you have."
"That's it? That's all I mean to you!" she shrieked.
His eyes narrowed as he took in her transformation from vixen to banshee. "I was your fucking ticket to an easier life. You were my piece of ass. You fucking agreed to that. You consented to every-fucking-thing. Calling you a wife just legitimized the transaction."
Her hand flew back. A loud crack sounded as she slapped him across the cheek. He grabbed her wrist and said, "If you had done that months ago, I would've been 50% more into you. Now get the fuck out. It's fucking over."
"You're going to regret this you heartless bastard!"
"You make any fucking trouble or any other fucking threats, I will kick your ass out and make sure none of the other communities let you in. How fucking long do you think you'd survive?"
Her eyes widened. She turned and fled the room slamming the door behind her.
A crackling voice over the walkie pulled Negan from his thoughts.
"Repeat that," Negan directed.
"One of the outposts has been taken out. Everyone was killed. Looks like in their sleep."
"Motherfucking cunt sucking dick! Who the fuck is did this?"
"We have an idea, sir, but we're not sure. What do you want us to do?"
"I'll be there shortly. We'll have to deal with these assholes quick and make them understand just who the fuck The Saviors are and where their fucking place in our world is."
He put on his leather jacket, grabbed Lucille, and mentally prepared to fuck up some lives and maybe even take a few.
Sunny was filled with righteous fury. She could take care of herself. She had taken self-defense, gone on family survivalist camp-outs, and lived in a fairly well fortified house. So, Negan had managed to find a way in. He took down the branch of the tree he climb. How would anyone else get in? It took two years for anyone to find her in the first place. It could be years before someone else wanders around out here.
Who the hell does he think he is? He doesn't have any right to tell me what to do or what I need. I belong to him. Pfff. I belong to myself. I make my own decisions. I've been alone this long. I can keep going. There is nothing he can give me that I can't give myself. Really? You can lick your own-Stop! Just stop. We do not need to continue down that path. But we may need to start trying that electric toothbrush trick. Still won't be as good alone. Enough! I'm going to prove to him and to me that I don't need anyone else. I'll have this place perfect when he comes back in a week. My answer won't change. This is my home.
She used all her anger and frustration to scrub the bunker top to bottom. All the dusting and sweeping behind furniture she had ignored finally got the attention it needed. Cabinets got a layer of oil that made them shine. She washed tile and grout on her knees. She even cleaned her parent's room beyond a cursory dust and vacuum. All the linens were washed. Couches were vacuumed. Guns cleaned and oiled. When she was done with the living space she went to the storage rooms and dusted shelves, cans, and swept weeks of neglect from the floor.
She worked relentlessly the entire week completing her ever growing list of chores. Finally, she was done. He would be there today. She had baked fresh bread that morning making the whole space smell divine. She decided to bake some herbed chicken stuffed with dressing and sauté some lemon green beans. She would be calm and collected when he arrived. She wore a light blue button down blouse and some khaki pants. She couldn't trust herself in a dress. And she didn't want him getting the impression that she was trying to look sexy for him. She didn't need him. Right? Right.
Sunny set the table and waited. And waited. After the food had cooled, she decided to put it away. They could reheat it when he finally got there. She decided to watch some tv to occupy her mind. She had been rehearsing make believe conversations in her head for days and was exhausted. She needed something light. Something long. She settled on the second season of Saved by the Bell her mother had bought them, because it looked 'wholesome'. She could get lost in the early 90's camp for a few hours. It seemed so ridiculous that their main concerns were breaking an Elvis bust and getting addicted to caffeine pills, but she loved it anyways. The simplicity of it. Everything was bright colors and goofy predicaments. She wondered how Zach Morris would have fared with a walker. Curled up on the couch, she watched them as they bumbled through whatever scheme Zach had concocted.
Her eyes opened and saw the main menu of the dvd playing. It had been hours. She sat up and looked around. No Negan. She decided waiting up for him would be stupid. He'd show up eventually. He was probably just trying to scare her. Fat chance. She undressed and climbed into bed.
For the next few of days, she convinced herself that he was just trying to prove a point. But she often found herself in the living room upstairs peering through the wooden boards covering up the front windows hoping to see a cloud of dust signaling the arrival of his truck. It never happened.
After the fourth day, she began to worry. What if he had been hurt? Or bitten? Or killed? She would never know if he couldn't or just didn't want to see her again. At least with her parents, she knew they would have come back if they could. She had no such assurances where Negan was concerned. And yet, she still watched out the window knowing he might never come back. Why would he? She had turned him down, basically told him he wasn't worth leaving an empty home for.
Regret soon seeped into her mind, body, and soul followed closely by fear. Sunny lamented her decision to stay and cursed her stubbornness and pride. Her thoughts were filled with the dangers that could come for her. No longer did she fear the dead as her primary foe. Negan had opened her eyes to that. She feared discovery; afraid of what would happen if violent people should happen across her house. What would they do to her? These thoughts bled into her sleeping mind creating nightmares that left her scared to close her eyes again. In those quiet moments as she clutched her blankets to her, she grieved for him. She missed his presence. His smile and stupid innuendos. His cocky self-assurance and promises of safety. She mourned the lost opportunity to know him on a deeper level. She wanted to know him, his likes and dislikes, who he was before all of this happened. And Sunny admitted to herself that she did want his protection and guidance as much as his touch. Her body craved him. She had so far been unsuccessful in her attempts to quench her thirst for him. She was so confused. She felt lost, adrift without him to anchor her even though they had just met. She had no idea what the future held, which left her feeling vulnerable and so much more alone than before. And time kept passing without any signs of him.
By the third week, it was all Sunny could do to get out of bed to take care of her garden and chickens. She stopped cleaning. What was the point? She showered only because being clean made it easier for her to sleep. Eating and cooking were no longer priorities. She would drag herself out of her room for a bite of food when her stomach pains interrupted her sleep. She begun to hope she wouldn't wake up. He must be dead. It was the only explanation for his not coming back after 3 weeks. He was dead and she turned down a chance at happiness, companionship, and love for what? Like so many nights she cried herself to sleep wondering why she had chosen to stay.
Three weeks, it had been three weeks since he had last seen Sunny. He had told her one, meant to stay away two, but life has a way of screwing your best laid plans over. Three weeks of jerking off instead of fucking. Of dealing with assholes from Alexandria rather than bringing his little girl home. He hoped she had had time to think about what he said and come to the decision he wanted her to make. If she hadn't, taking her would have to be the next step. She would resent him at first, but eventually, she would come around. Hopefully, it didn't come to that.
He pulled up to the house, unlocked the door, and took his bag and Lucille inside. Like every abandoned house nowadays this one gave him the creeps. It reminded him of those haunted houses you see in the movies. He always expected to see things move from the corner of his eye. He went down the hidden stairs and tried the door. Locked.
Good girl, he thought. He unlocked the door with his key and was met with blackness. Panic overtook him. He flipped the lights on and started scanning the room. A fine layer of dust cover the tables. He went to the kitchen. Dishes sat unwashed in the sink. Did she leave? Did she try to find him? His stomach turned and bile rose to his throat. He hadn't thought of her leaving to get to him. He just assumed she would wait. God fucking damnit.
He rushed to her dark room and turned on the light. He sighed in relief as he saw the giant lump cocooned in her blankets. Why was she sleeping in the afternoon?
He gently sat on the edge of the bed and slowly pulled the covers back. Her hair was a tangled mess. It looked like it hadn't been brushed in days. She looked paler than usual but maybe that was just the artificial light. He looked closer at her face. He brushed his knuckles over her tear stain cheeks. "Sunny," he said, "it's time to wake up, baby doll."
Her lashes fluttered as her eyes opened revealing the dark circles under her eyes. She looked like hell. She looked up at him her eyes furrowed, "Negan?"
"Yeah, princess." He tried to smooth out her hair but she sat up too quickly.
Her eyes were brimming with tears and she launched herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his neck. Her body wracked with sobs. "I'm—so—sorry," she repeated over and over.
"Oh, honey, shhh…it's alright. Everything is going to be fine. I'm here." He held her and tried to soothe her, but her crying only increased. Her whole body was shaking. This was not the reaction he had been expecting. "Baby, shhhh. You're breaking my fucking heart here."
"I th-thought you were dead and all I c-could think about was how stupid I had been. I should've come with you. You w-were right. I need you. I don't want to be alone anymore. Please don't leave me alone again. Please."
There it was. She was his. He looked at her bleary bloodshot eyes. He couldn't help feeling a tinge of guilt mixed with his victory. He had wanted her to bend to his will not break completely.
"Are you going to let me take care of you? Are you going to listen and follow my rules?"
"Yes."
"That's my good girl." He kissed her forehead and held her close to him. "That's all I've wanted. Now, let's get you all cleaned up."
He lifted her in his arms. She felt lighter if that was even possible. "When was the last time you ate a fucking meal?"
"I don't know."
He growled in frustration. Three weeks had been too long. He hated to see what kind of toll it had taken on her. He would have to work hard to take care of her and get her back where she needed to be emotionally and physically. He carried to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. He rinsed out the tub and started to fill it with hot water. "Bubble bath?" he asked. She pointed to the cabinet above her. He leaned over her grabbed a bottle and poured the liquid into the running water. Soon the top of the water was covering in white foaming bubbles. "I'm going to leave the room. You need to go the bathroom, get undressed, and get into the tub. Don't get your hair wet yet. You have five minutes."
She nodded her head and stood waiting for him to close the door.
He went to the kitchen and searched the cabinets looking for a large ice tea pitcher. He found a plastic one and filled it with warm water from the sink. There was no sign of cooking in the space. No dirty pots or pans, just a few plates, cups, and spoon or two in the sink waiting to be washed. He would get to those later.
He carried the water back to the bathroom. He didn't knock. She was already soaking in the tub. Her hair was clipped on top of her head. He couldn't see her body under all the bubbles but that was for the best. Now was not the time to pop a boner. She needed a different type of intimacy first.
Negan grabbed a towel and rolled it into a little pillow for her neck. He had her turn sideways and lay her neck on the edge of the tub. He gave her a warm wet wash cloth to drape over her puffy eyes. He unclipped her hair and took her hair brush off the counter. He brushed the ends first working out all the tangles as gently as he could. Once her hair was brushed, he sat her up and poured some of the clean water over her hair, careful not to pour it down her face. He squirted shampoo on her head. Remembering their first night together, he began to massage her scalp building a rich lather. He used his soap slick hands to massage he muscles in her neck and shoulders until she was moaning. He rinsed, conditioned, and rinsed again. He squeezed as much water from her tresses as he could and clipped it back up.
"I want you to finish washing yourself, shave whatever needs to be fucking shaved, then rinse with the shower. I'm going to go make us some fucking food and you will eat whatever the fuck I put in front of you. Understand?" he asked.
"Yes," she said in a small voice looking up at him.
He went to the pantry and took cans of soup out. He dumped them into a bowl and zapped it in the microwave. It wasn't gourmet but it would fill her tummy. She probably shouldn't be eating rich food after starving herself anyways. He found some crackers and a couple of sodas. He brought everything to the living room and picked out a movie for them to watch. Something to lift her mood. Hopefully.
Sunny felt better after scrubbing and shaving. It felt like her worries were washed away in the process. But something was still troubling her. She felt relieved to see Negan, happy even, but she was so unsure how to proceed. What were his rules? What did he expect? Was she supposed to hand over all control over every aspect of her life? She had never been in a serious relationship before or a real relationship for that matter. She barely knew him. What happens next? She dried her hair and tried to remember who she was before Negan arrived. Deep down she knew she could never be that person again. She wanted different things now. She just wasn't sure how to get them.
She came out a few minutes later wrapped in a towel with freshly dried hair. She looked so lost. Where was his confident girl? God damnit this wouldn't do.
"Go get dressed and come sit down with me."
"You're not going to pick out my clothes?"
"You're perfectly fucking capable of choosing your clothes. I may have preferences every now and then but not tonight. Get dressed or you can just come sit with me buck fucking naked." He patted the open spot next to him.
"Oh, okay." She frowned slightly. She started to turn towards her room.
He was so confused. Why was she acting so disappointed? She didn't even react to his indecent proposal. No blush. No eye roll. "Did you want me to pick out your clothes and help you?" She looked at him and nodded. "Well fuck, princess. All you ever have to fucking do is ask when you want something."
Negan went through her drawers and found some things for her to choose from. He laid everything out on the bed. "Now which panties do you want?" He raised his eyebrows at the thong she had picked out. He thought for sure she'd go with the boy shorts. He watched the towel fall from her body. She lifted each foot in turn to step into the white lace. His pants started to feel tight as he was presented with her freshly trimmed and shaved pussy at eye level. He cleared his throat and asked, "Shirt?" He lifted the old ratty t-shirt she pointed to over her head noticing how her breasts lifted and nipples tightened as he skimmed her sides. He hadn't realized the shirt was so old that it was practically see through. He chose it because it was soft. He could see the pink outline of her perky nipples through the sheer fabric. "Shorts?" She bit her lip and shook her head. Little tease. At least she was feeling a little better.
"C'mon, kitten, let's eat."
He had to reheat their soup. When he came back to the living room Sunny was bent over the couch, legs spread one the cushions and one on the floor, her round ass in the air. He could see her slit through the thin piece of white lace. Her shirt hung away from her body. He could see the curve of her breasts swaying as she dug in the seat cushions. He almost dropped the hot soup.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Looking for the remotes. They sometimes get stuck in the couch," she said batting her eyes innocently.
"Really? You sure you just didn't want to give me a fucking show? Because I just got a big fucking eyeful, doll."
Sunny blushed, but her mouth widened into a victorious smile as she pulled a remote from the depths of the couch. "The show was just an added bonus," she said with a wink.
There she was. It would be okay. She would come back from wherever her mind had taken her with some time and attention.
They began to eat their soup siting on opposites ends of the couch. He pulled the coffee table closer so they could reach their crackers and soda easier.
Finally, she broke the silence. "Where were you?"
"I had to deal with some shit caused by another settlement. They came through one of our outposts and killed everyone in their fucking sleep. About 2 dozen of our people. Good people. Hard fucking workers."
She gasped and covered her mouth in dismay. "Why?"
"Apparently, those shit for brains fuck heads didn't like the way we run business. Thought they could take us out instead of just fucking talking like civilized people."
"How do you do business?"
"We clear walkers and people give us supplies. It's called providing a mother fucking service. And those assholes didn't like us collecting what is due to us."
"Those people sound horrible." She finished her soup and put her empty bowl on the table. He follow suit.
"Well, we fucking taught them how things are in this world. They fucking know how it works now and they even work for us too. So it's all good, baby doll. It just took a little longer to knock some sense into them especially their leader, Rick the Prick." He picked up the remote and turned the tv on then started the movie.
She snuggled up close to him. He draped an arm over her shoulder as she stretched out her legs across his lap. "I'm glad you're alright. I was so worried."
"I'm here now, princess. You can quit your worrying." He ran a hand up and down her smooth legs and gave the soft flesh a squeeze.
"We're watching Pretty Woman? You have the weirdest taste in tv for a guy." She laughed.
"I fucking picked it out for you, you little brat." He smiled, happy to some life return to her. He squeezed her ribs and she shrieked as he tickled her. "I could turn on another fucking gladiator movie…I know I saw Ben Hur in there somewhere."
"No! This is fine. I love this movie. I just don't know why you would want to watch it that's all."
"Julia's smoking hot bod, hooker with a heart of gold, rich smug guy…what's not to like?"
They sat cuddled together and watched the movie. It felt so good to have her in his arms. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes savoring the feel of her. He felt her shift her weight and a hand caressed his cheek.
"You shaved," she said as her fingers rubbed against his five o'clock shadow.
"Yeah, it needed to be done. I was starting look like a god damn grizzly."
"I liked it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She leaned up and trailed kisses up his neck towards his ear. "I especially liked the way it felt when you kissed me."
"When I kissed you where?"
She took his hand and led it to the apex of her thighs. "Here," she said before placing a kiss on his lips.
He growled against her mouth and started rubbing her through her soaked panties. "God damn. You're already fucking wet." Their kiss deepened tongues swirling, moans swallowed by each other. He pulled back and looked at her. "You ready to be mine?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Go to the bedroom, clear off the bed, and get undressed." He gently pushed her off his lap. He followed her but turned towards the bathroom. He took a few clean towels from the cabinet and went into the bedroom. He folded the towels in half and laid them on top of each other in the center of the bed.
He turned to look at Sunny and saw that she was standing naked in front of him her hands clasped in front of her hiding her breasts. He walked towards her. He took her hands and lowered them to her sides. "You have gorgeous fucking tits. Don't ever try to hide them from me." He smiled as he saw her face flush. He stepped out of his boots and pulled his white shirt over his head. She reached out to help him with his belt but he playfully smacked her hand away. "You don't get to touch me yet. I told you were in a world of trouble when you finally admitted you were mine." He watched the shock spread across her face. "I'll give you choice. You can take a spanking right now and get it out of the way or I get to tease the holy hell out of you for however long I fucking want."
"Tease. I choose the teasing. I don't want a spanking," she said quickly.
Negan chuckled at her innocence. "Trust me. Someday you'll choose the spanking. Lay down." He watched her crawl slowly up the bed. She looked over her shoulder and smiled shyly at him. "You keep sticking your ass up in the air like that I may just spank you anyways. God damn, baby." He finished stripping and laid down next to her.
He leaned over her and kissed her deep exploring her mouth with his tongue. His hand rested on her neck feeling her pulse quicken the longer the kiss lasted. He moved his hand down her collarbone and over her breast. He took his mouth away from hers and circled her areola with his tongue. He blew gently on the wet skin watching the nipple bud tighter. He lavished attention on her breasts sucking and pulling at the nipples with his teeth, leaving small bruises on the pale curves. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers enjoying the arch of her back and the gasping moans when he let just a bit of pain mix with her pleasure.
His hand traveled down her abdomen. He loved her patch of trimmed hair that lead to her smooth shaved lips. Such a contrast of textures. He parted her folds as he slid his finger down the center of her wet slit. He rubbed her wetness up and down her pussy making sure it was slick everywhere. Gently he slid on long finger inside her. Whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips as he fingered her. He could feel the tension building inside her and pulled out. He circled her sweet spot until her hips moved trying to make him touch her bundle of nerves. Finally, he pressed down on her clit then moved his fingers in a circular motion. He watched her hands flexing in the sheets, her head turning side to side, back arching, muscles tensing and he withdrew his hand from her body. Sunny's eyes flew open and glared at him. Her lips turned down in a pout. "You chose this as your punishment. I get it to tease you as long as I like. Take it like a good girl." She huffed and crossed her arms. Negan gave her pussy a light slap. Her eyes widened. "Did you like that?" he asked with a wicked grin.
"I-I don't know," she replied.
He laughed and kissed her forehead. "Oh, princess…I am going to show you things you've never even imagined."
Negan slid his fingers into her tight heat and began hooking his fingers as he pumped them in a steady rhythm. She lost count of how many times he brought her to the edge only to stop right before she fell over into bliss. He was grinding his dick into her. Her thigh was sticky with his precum. Her forehead shimmered with a fine mist of sweat.
His mouth kissed a trail down her body until his tongue swept through her folds. His stubble created a delicious friction. Her hips started gyrating against his face. He grabbed her hips holding them down against the mattress. "You are not in charge. You'll cum when I let you," he growled from between her legs. His lips caught her clit and started to suck. One of his hands released her hips and slipped into her center pumping at the same speed as he worked her clit. Her moans grew louder, her thighs closed around his head as her body tensed, tears spilled from her eyes. He stopped and sat up and watched her reaction as orgasm retreated out of her grasp.
Negan spread her thighs wide. Her pink pussy dripped with arousal. He positioned his throbbing erection at her entrance, slowly push himself inside. "Fuck. You're so tight. I can feel how fucking close you are." He pushed himself in to the hilt then withdrew and thrust back into her. Her inner muscles were already quivering. He stilled his movements.
"Don't stop," she whimpered.
"Don't stop what?" he asked
"Don't stop please," she cried out begging for this sweet torture to be over.
"Say my name."
"Negan."
"No, I want you to call me Daddy."
She stared at him. Her cheeks blushing furiously and her mouth gaping. He pulled out completely and stroked his erection. The feeling of emptiness left her desperate. Her body burned for him.
"No, please! Please don't stop….D—Daddy," she stumbled over the name.
He thrust into her and waited looking her in the eye expectantly.
"Daddy," she pleaded.
Negan pulled back and snapped his hips forward. He sets his pace to her chanting his new name picking up speed until she could only moan and writhe under him. He reached between them and circled her clit with his thumb. Sunny gripped the sheets with white knuckles as her climax finally washed over her, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her inner muscles contracted so hard for what seemed like minutes that he had to fight to stay inside her. He pulled out, and she squirted all over his dick. He slammed back into her before her muscles could relax. He pounded into her chasing his own release. She wrapped her legs around his hips tilting her hips allowing him deeper into her body. A few more thrusts and she felt his cock pulse inside her as he came.
He rolled off of her. They laid next to each other panting, trying to recover from their explosive climaxes.
She pressed up against him on her side and said, "You were right."
"Hmmm?"
"Next time I'll choose the damn spanking."
He reached over and slapped her ass making her squeak.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"Watch your fucking language."
"Are you serious?"
"You wanna test me?" he asked in low voice.
"No," she smiled and ran her fingers through his chest hair. "What happens next?"
"We take a shower, sleep, probably fuck again, I'll bring someone here to take over, and then you, my dear wife, will come home with me."
"Wife?"
"Yes, wife."
"Do I get a ring?"
"Did you want a ring, kitten?"
"Well, I'm not getting a dress, a ceremony, or a honeymoon…"
"Okay, okay. Damn, doll. I'm sure I can find you a ring."
After they showered and laid in bed holding each other Sunny marveled at the fact that she started her day mourning the loss of possible romance and love. Now she was married with an exciting unknown future in front of her.