"I can't believe you!"
"What the fuck did i do now?" Negan asks, confused.
You reach under the covers of his bed and pull out a pair of lacy panties, throwing them at him.
Negan pulls them off his face and stares at them. "Aren't these yours?"
"No, they're not mine," you say sarcastically, hands on hips.
He looks them over, a bemused look crossing his face. "I'm pretty fucking sure these are yours."
"They're not mine! I wasn't even here last night!" You snap.
Negan tosses them to one side. "Alright, maybe they're Frankie's then."
"It's not funny, Negan. You promised me that when you took on another wife, i wouldn't even notice. And now i'm finding underwear," you frown.
"I'm sorry, okay? We all better now?" Negan strokes your waist. "Let's make up, i fucking love making up," he smirks.
You slap his hand away. "I don't think so."
"Ow! Now that's not very fucking nice," he pouts childishly.
You try not to look at him, knowing full well if you smile, he wins. "Good, you don't deserve me being nice," you barely glance at him. But Christ! You can feel his gaze on you.
"I'm sorry, baby. Don't stay mad at me," he leans over you, nuzzling at your neck.
You lower your arms, his breath hot against your neck sending shivers through your entire body. "Negan," you moan. "This isn't fair."
But he doesn't answer, knowing he's forgiven as you run your hands through his hair.