Glasses
She walks into the compound. Tired after a hard day's work. She makes her way to Negan's headquarters. Hoping he's not still out.
She opens the door to Negan's room. Negan is laid down on his sofa, with his feet up. His head stuck in a book.
She stares at him, a smile crossing her face.
"Are you wearing glasses?" She grins.
Negan looks up from his book. "Well aren't you fucking observant. You should give yourself a fucking pat on the back," he says sarcastically.
She sits on the edge of the coffee table. "No need to be grumpy. I just, I didn't know you had to wear glasses," she says.
"I don't, have, to wear glasses," he sulks.
"Aww, you shouldn't worry about needing glasses. It's common when you get to your age," she jokes.
He stares at her, a stony look on his face. "That's not funny," he says.
She sits beside him. Resting her hands against his chest. "Come on, don't be such a sourpuss. If the shoe was on the other foot, you'd find it hilarious," she smiles.
"Well it's not on the other fucking foot is it?" He says moodily.
"I'm sorry," she pouts, slowly moving her hand down towards his crotch. "Would you look at that, you're not that angry after all," she smiles, as she runs her hand over his erection.
Negan goes to pull his glasses off.
"No, leave those on," she smiles.
"Sure," he smiles. Pulling her onto him.