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One week. Seven whole days. Sunny had been good as long as she could. Movies, books, nothing could hold her attention. She was going insane as she began to pace the room.

Her entire existence was now tied to Negan. Her life only had meaning when he was present and that was only a few hours in the evening most days. She could feel herself slip into the familiar cycle of boredom and loneliness every time he walked out the door after breakfast, her heart sinking as she watched him. Desolate and despondent she waited for him to return, like a puppy waiting for his boy to get home from school.

Ugh. I'm so bored. You thought being a princess sounded pretty good two weeks ago. Well, yeah….I just didn't know I was going to be the one locked in a tower. Now I'm begging for a chance to be Cinderella or Snow White. I would totally take some dwarves to clean up after and civilize. Or some woodland creatures. Maybe just a puppy. Do those even still exist? Oh my god, I may never see a puppy again in my life time. No more cat videos either. Damnit.

Sunny had been raised to be productive. There had always been work to do at home, but here she had nothing. Nothing to do. Nothing to keep her mind occupied. Nothing to challenge her. Nothing but Negan. She hated feeling lazy and dependent.

She slowly opened the door and peeked out, tip toeing into Negan's office which was once again open to her. She still hadn't managed to earn back her clothes. She'd grown accustomed to her own nudity in the last week. She had to admit that she loved the feel of her skin against Negan's rough pants and leather jacket as she wrapped herself around him when he came home in the evenings. But she needed something to touch her. Something of his. She grabbed one of his white shirts from his closet and pulled it over her head. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent giving her a sense of calm in her mind and arousal in her body. How did he manage to have such an effect on her when he wasn't even here? She had managed to be alone for 2 years without cracking up. Why was this so different?

Her mind started wandering towards Negan's declaration from the night she ran. She hadn't been able to bring herself to say it back yet, not knowing if it were true. Thankfully, he hadn't repeated those sentiments. She should love him, right? He was her husband. Did she love him? Did he really love her? Their relationship looked nothing like her parent's or any of the adults she had met. But that didn't necessarily mean theirs was wrong. Did it?

Sunny shook her head, trying to clear the invasive thoughts from her mind. She'd dwelled on it too often this week. She needed a break from her thoughts. She needed someone to talk to. Someone who wasn't involved and able to smooth talk her or fuck her into complacency. She needed friends.

Sitting at Negan's desk, she opened a drawer and took out a sheet of paper and a pen. She curled her knees to her chest, tucking them under the soft white cotton, her nose nuzzled under the neckline, breathing deeply as she started writing lost in her thoughts.

Negan carried a tray of dinner from the kitchen's to his room. No one had asked why he needed to two plates. No one dared. He knew tongues were wagging though. Amber had made that clear enough to him the other day.

"Who is she?" she had demanded.

"Watch your tone. Who is who?" He cut his eyes, staring at the furious woman in front of him. She had been sweet and shy when she first became a wife. But he had watched her turn bitter and resentful when he had brought new girls into the fold.

Why she was persistent in her pursuit of him now, he sure as hell didn't know. She didn't love him. She didn't even like him. There were plenty of other guys she could live off of if that's what she wanted or jobs she could do if she needed anything. Was it all wounded pride?

"You take two trays upstairs every night and every morning. Is this why you broke up with me? Did you think I would care if you brought in another wife? I don't mind sharing." She ran her hand up his sleeve.

"This is none of your god damn business. I didn't want you or any of the other wives any more. The novelty fucking wore off. Get the fuck over it, Amber. Everyone else has."

Glaring at him, he noticed a slight tremble in her bottom lip. Fuck. He hadn't meant to shut her down so harshly, but weeks of her badgering him to reinstate their agreement had finally worn his patience to threads. He couldn't tell her the truth. She'd run her mouth to everyone. The more people that knew about Sunny and his feelings about her, the greater the chance that an enemy would find out about her, making her Target. He wouldn't let that happen.

Negan pushed Amber to the back of his mind. He wasn't going to let anyone ruin this for him. It was his favorite time of day. The only time when someone was happy to see him. The way she smiled when she saw him, made him grin like an idiot when he thought about it. He couldn't remember a time when people acted genuinely around him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way about someone else. Perhaps Lucille at one point. He'd fucked that up, and by the time he knew what was going on, it was too little too late. He hadn't pushed the issue with Sunny. He knew she needed time to realize what he already saw in her eyes.

The clicks of the lock on the front door alerted Sunny, to Negan's arrival. The door swung open. A tray with two covered plates crossed the threshold followed by the man carrying it. She watched him cross the room, walking passed her without notice, into their bedroom.

"Where's my baby girl?" he voice echoed from the other room. He reentered the office, his brow furrowed until his eyes locked onto her. "There's my sunshine. What are you doing at my desk, sitting like a fucking turtle? You're gonna fucking stretch out my shirt, doll. And did I say you could wear clothes?" He stalked towards her.

Sunny popped her head and legs out of the white shirt. "I was lonely and this smells like you. And I didn't want to be naked at your desk while I worked. What if you came home with someone?"

Negan picked her up and sat down, draping her over his lap. "Poor baby was lonely? What were you working on?"

Leaning her head on his leather covered shoulder, she said, "A list."

He snaked his hand up her thigh, under the his shirt, and coming to rest to on her hip. "A fucking list? Of what?"

"Things I'm good at," she said, fiddling with the zipper on his chest.

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on her palm. "I'd got a few things I'd like to fucking add to that list."

Sunny pulled her hand away as she felt his grin spreading against her skin. "I'm serious, Negan. I've been giving it a lot of thought… I would like a job."

"No."

She pushed away from his chest. "No?" she asked, knitting her brows.

"Why the fuck would you want a job?" he asked.

Her eyes fell to her lap, her hands twisting the shirt. "It's just….I'm…well…"

"Spit it out, Sunny." He lifted her chin with his fingers.

Her green eyes searched his hazel. She sighed and explained, "I'm just bored. I have nothing to do, and I'm going crazy."

"Bored? You're fucking bored? You know most people would fucking kill to be in your shoes, princess," he said, his voice dripping with disapproval.

She could feel the heat spreading across her cheeks. Nervously, she shifted her weight in his lap. "I know, but I want to help. I want to contribute."

Negan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "You are. You keep me fucking sane. You're helping everyone by making me less of a fucking asshole."

"But I can help in other ways," she said hopefully, reaching for her list. "Look, we both know I can cook. I can clean. I can sew-ish. I can change a tire. I'm not so good with shooting, but I can garden."

"You can't fucking shoot a gun?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course, I can shoot a gun. I just hate it," she replied.

"How the fuck can you hate shooting?"

"You remember those Pillsbury cans? The ones you had to pop open?"

"Yeah…," he said confused.

"I hated those. The pop and the anxiety of not knowing when it was going to burst…a gun is a million times worse, because I know as soon as I pull the trigger the gun is going to bang. It makes me a nervous puddle of anxiety. I may have cried the first time I shot one."

"Are you fucking serious? The Pillsbury can scared you?" Negan laughed.

"There are still other things I could do besides shoot a gun. I was homeschooled and helped with the littles in our co-op, so I could probably teach. Please," she begged.

"No. You'd be taking away points from others that need them by filling a spot they fucking could've worked up to. "

"Oh," she said, crestfallen. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Look, doll, I know you're used to working pretty fucking hard. Probably have been your whole life, but you don't have to anymore. Let me spoil you."

"But—"

"Sunny," he warned.

She could tell that it was useless to keep pleading her case. She knew the chances were slim that he would have agreed. But you never know unless you try as her mother always told her.

"Okay." She switched gears. Maybe she could still get something she wanted. She turned in his lap to face him, straddling his jean clad thighs. "Well, can I at least have my clothes back? I'd like to do the workout dvd's you got me. Working out naked is not comfortable."

Negan's hand slid further up her shirt, his large hand cupping her breast. He leaned forward and nibbled on her ear lobe. "So, I'm the only one that gets to make your tits bounce?"

She laughed and leaned her head to the side granting him access to her neck. "Yes. Only you. Please?"

"Well you have been a good girl," he said.

She reaching down, she pulled the shirt over her head and tossed to the floor. She pushed him against the back of the chair, leaning into his body, loving the feel of the cold leather against her warm skin. "I can be an even better good girl."

"Really?" he asked huskily, his eyebrows raised daring her to prove herself.

Her hands reached between them and tugged at his belts. Her lips trailed kisses up his scruffy jaw. Lightly, she whispered, "Oh, yes, Daddy."

Growling, Negan stood, lifting Sunny in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing and sucking at his quickening pulse while her legs encircled his waist. He crossed the room, kicking the door to the bedroom open.

Tossing Sunny onto the bed, he peeled his clothes from his body, leaving them strewn across the floor. The mattress gave way under his knees, as he climbed over her. He pressed his body into her as his lips sought hers. Pushing his tongue in her mouth, she moaned and ran her hands up his chest.

Sunny pushed his shoulders to the right, rolling Negan onto his back. Leaning back, her hands on the mattress between his spread legs, she straddled his cock rolling her hips, sliding along the length of his shaft.

"I think we can get you fucking wetter than that, sweetheart." His thumb circled and flicked her clit, pressing down on the swollen nub until she was moaning and panting.

Wanting to tell him to stop as the intensity became almost unbearable, she let the pleasure and pain meld, knowing that it would give her a more powerful orgasm. Her head fell back. Her thighs squeezed his hips as her muscles contracted.

"Come on, baby. Cum all over me."

His low voice commanding her was all she needed. Her moans caught in her throat. Black spots danced in front of her eyes as she came, squirting on his dick.

"Turn around and ride me. I wanna see your pussy working my cock."

Sunny turned facing away from Negan on hands on knees straddling his body. She arched her back, sticking her ass in the air, letting him look at her body, loving the feeling being on display gave her. She reached one hand back, taking his dripping erection in her hand. She stroked his dick, listening to his groans before lining it up with her entrance and sliding down its length, rocking her body, her weight shifting to her hands.

Negan watched his dick slipping into her, glistening with her slick. Her pussy lips pulling along the sides of his erection when she rose. Her ass pushing into his hips when she lowered.

"Fuck. I'm not going to last long if you keep this up."

Looking over her shoulder, she smirked and said, "Then don't last long."

He gripped her hips, knowing he might leave bruises the next day on her pale skin. He thrust up into her. She moaned and tried to meet his movements with her own, bracing herself against the mattress with one hand, cupping and massaging his balls with the other. One last thrust, and Negan spent himself inside her.

Dismounting, Sunny turned and crawled up the bed, lying next to Negan, her hand draped over his chest twirling the hair covering it. Her sigh of contentment was drowned out by the rumbling of her stomach.

"Guess we should fucking get you something to eat, huh, doll. Hang on a minute." Negan stood, pulled on his white shirt and gray boxers, and left the room.

When he didn't immediately return with the trays from the other room, Sunny wondered where he had gone. She really was hungry. She walked to the door and peeked inside the office. Their food was still on the coffee table, probably cold by now. She jumped and ran back to the bed when the door to the office slammed open.

A few seconds later, Negan came in carrying a box with a large stack of clothing still on the hangers laying across the top. He dropped the box and took the other garments to the closet, hanging them as quickly as possible.

Sunny squealed in delight as she rummaged through the box. She looked at Negan expectantly.

"Go ahead, princess. Why don't you find a pair of pj's. I know there's a few pairs in that fucking mess somewhere. We can eat dinner and watch a movie."

She beamed at him as she found a soft pair of pants with matching tank top. Giggly and impatient, she pulled the clothing on.

Negan brought their now reheated food into the bedroom, and settled on the floor next to Sunny. They sat watching Demolition Man, speculating about subterranean communities possibly existing now in order to avoid walkers, living off of rats, whether or not any celebrities had survived, and reminiscing about their favorite fast food chains. Neither chose Taco Bell.

Lying in bed later, Sunny listened to sound of Negan breathing next to her. She was so happy when he was with her. He made her laugh. Made her think of things and do things she never imagined. He challenged her. But her heart sunk as she thought of him leaving her alone again tomorrow. No matter how she wanted to please him, she was going to go crazy sitting in this room day in and day out without anyone else to talk to. She had to do something.

She closed her eyes and tried to think of ways to convince Negan. Ways to make him see reason. After their discussion today, she knew she needed to take another route. With an idea forming in her mind, she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Negan brought breakfast as usual. Oatmeal seasoned with cinnamon and sugar with a few berries on top.

"So what's on your agenda for the day?" Sunny asked.

"Riding out to some of the outposts. Have to make sure those sorry shits are doing their jobs."

"Are they far?"

"Some of them are way the fuck out in BFE. We're not going out that far today."

"What time do you think you'll be home?"

His eyes narrowed, he laid his spoon down, leaning back in his chair. "Why so fucking curious?"

Sunny crossed her arms and glared at him. "I worry about you when you're late, okay?"

His brow smoothed and he chuckled. Standing, he walked around the table, and kissed her head when he reached her. "Now you're sounding like a fucking wife. I'll be home around the same time. Stay out of trouble."

She grabbed his jacket, pulling him down to her. She kissed him goodbye and watched him leave. She quickly unpacked her clothing, placing them in the drawers they had inhabited before the purge. She found her old cargo pants, a t-shirt, and her boots.

Dressing quickly, she put her hair in a ponytail and covered it with a baseball cap. She found two bobby pins and carried them into the office. It had been a while since she had picked a lock. He father thought it might come in handy if they ever needed to escape a situation. She had never asked what type of situation he meant, assuming he had just watched too many action movies, but she was fairly certain sneaking out of a love nest was not one of them.

Bending one bobby pin and straightening the other, Sunny worked the lock until she heard the tail tale click then turned the pins successful unlocking the door. She slid the pins into her boot for safe keeping.

Taking a deep breath, Sunny opened the door and stepped into the empty hallway.