Blake placed down her fork neatly onto the plate, finishing the last of her food, before looking back up at the tall, dark-haired Saviour before her.

"So," she said after what had been at least five minutes of silence, a rarity now for the pair of them. "Do I get a fancy meal every night?"

She gave a small smirk, taking a small sip of wine to cleanse her palette slightly.

Negan looked back at her, having long put down his own cutlery, and shot her a widening grin.

"That mean you want another date, Peaches?" he asked giving an amused pout.

But Blake flashed him a small, smiling warning look.

"I did not say that," she uttered, pointing a finger at him, unable to help the small laugh that left her throat.

It wasn't as though she had enjoyed their dinner or anything….of course not…

But the food had been good…..

That was obviously the only reason for her feeling of utter contentment right now….

"Oh, you didn't have to," uttered the leader of the Saviours in a teasing voice. "Like I said, I can read you like a fuckin' book, sweetheart. And I think you had fun tonight. More than you were expecting to."

Blake pursed her lips, still smirking back at him lightly.

She gave a momentary raise of both her eyebrows, toying with the stem of her wine glass.

He wasn't wrong.

"Maybe I did, but that doesn't mean it was a date, Negan," she said shaking her head and looking up at him with dark green eyes.

But Negan, who was leaning back in his seat, leather jacket now unzipped revealing his grey t-shirt underneath, pressed a hand over his heart.

"Well from where I'm sitting I'm starting to think you're harbouring a very big soft spot for me," he grinned. "And you know that the feelin' is definitely fuckin' mutual, Doll-face"

Blake smiled, lowering her gaze, feeling her cheeks suddenly flush pink.

How the hell did have this effect on her?

It had been the same ever since their run, even before she had lost her fiancé.

"I think you must be imagining things…" she sighed lightly, taking another sip of wine, as Negan beamed back at her.

"Oh Darlin'," he said in a happy voice, shaking his head "Now you can pretend all you want. But I think...its love."

Blake shook her head back, placing her wine glass back down onto the white table cloth as she grinned.

"More like Stockholm syndrome," she swiped back, giving a small cough and brushing imaginary crumbs from her lap.

Negan leaned his bearded chin on his hand, gazing at her, with a look almost akin to awe in his eyes.

"I can still drive you home tonight, Doll…." he said in a low voice. "Back to Alexandria, if that's what you want?"

But Blake just smiled, looking back up towards Negan sat across the table from her.

She pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth for moment and wrinkled her nose, pausing for what felt like an eternity, contemplating her answer,

"Ask me again tomorrow," she said finally, giving the same reply as she had done yesterday, before getting slowly to her feet.

Negan just smiled up at her, titling his head in her direction, his eyes warm and brown….and full of something Blake didn't want to look into right now.

She felt her cheeks flushing yet again, but she shook her hair in front of her face, trying to hide her blushes, as she readjusted her dress.

She barely even noticed Negan get to his feet too, plucking his barbed-wire covered baseball bat from god-knows-where, and move around towards her.

Blake glanced up at him, smirking, as his chocolate eyes looked her up and down.

The room was dark now, with nothing but the dim, warm lamplight, and light from the flickering candle, throwing golden shadows across their faces….

But it was the silence that filled the room that caused Blake's breath to hitch in her throat slightly, as Negan took a step towards her, closing the gap between then. Now the only noise that could be heard was the soft clinking of Negan's boots as he walked, and the soft sound of their breaths, shallow and quick in their throats…

Negan gave a short whistle.

"I mean, damn, Doll-face," he said finally breaking through the across the otherwise quiet atmosphere, as thick as it was. "That dress does look fucking stunning on you…"

He ran his tongue over his line of white teeth, looking down at her almost hungrily, as he closed the gap between them.

But Blake titled her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at him bemusedly.

She opened her mouth to say something but instead changed her mind, closing it once again instead.

She gave a sudden loud sigh, letting out the smallest of chuckles, before glancing over towards the door.

"So, you going to walk me back to my room then?" she said bumping her shoulder suddenly with his as she sashayed past him, a smile still lingering on her lips.

At this she heard Negan give a small hearty laugh behind her and rub a hand across his bearded chin, before following her over to the door.

"That where we gonna have our dessert?" he asked in a goading voice, gazing hard into her eyes, as she glanced around to look at him.

But Blake pursed her lips, rolling her eyes, as she tucked a strand of long caramel -blonde hair behind her ear.

"I've got to watch my figure," she said teasingly, giving a smirking smile and a nonchalant shrug as she walked off down the corridor ahead of him. Her white, high-heeled sandals echoing loudly in the corridor as she went.

But Negan lingered at the door for the longest of seconds, cocking his head to the side and letting out a long carrying puff of air.

"Oh, so do I, Peaches…" he said with a hungry growl looking her retreating figure up and down, with need in his eyes.

The tall-dark-haired Saviour paused for a drawn out second before following her, with long-legged strides. Swinging Lucille from his hand as he went.

Blake headed down the corridor alone for a minute or two before feeling Negan finally fall into step with her as they advanced down a set of stone steps and out into a wide hallway, just adjacent to hers.

She gave a small smile….feeling refreshed after tonight.

As much as Negan annoyed her….as much as he had got her back-up by making her wear this dress…..it had felt good to talk to someone about how she was feeling.

For who else did she have now?

Eugene, she had thought had been the closest person she had considered to being a friend here, someone from Alexandria, but she hadn't particularly wanted to speak to him. To tell him how she was feeling.

But the words had come almost easily with Negan. Spilling out of her mouth before she could stop them.

In front of everyone else, she had been ashamed…embarrassed about how long she had endured what David had done to her. But not with the Leader of the Saviours.

For with Negan, she already knew how well he could read her. Better than David ever could have…or her Mom…or her friends…

It was like they were two pieces of the same jigsaw puzzle. So, so different….in every way…but somehow they fit together, just right….

Not that Blake wanted to fit with Negan. Of course not….

They weren't even friends….

He was just the guy who was keeping her here.

But really, he wasn't even doing that any more.

Twice he had asked her now if she wanted to leave. And twice she had held off on giving him an answer.

And Blake gulped to herself as she considered why…

She blinked a couple of times…pushing these thoughts from her mind, as they turned the corner and ushered open a large door heading down into Blake's dark and silent hallway.

The caramel-blonde woman, bit at her lip, as they headed a little way down, coming to a stop just outside her door.

"Well," said Negan as Blake backed up against said door, one hand on the door handle, and he turned to face her. "Here. we. are."

Blake nodded, giving a small laughing smile as she stared up at him.

From here, in a the dusky light of the corridor, Blake could make out all the little laughter lines that littered Negan's long, tanned face, as he took a sudden step towards her.

He placed his hand up against the doorframe behind her and leaned into her, closing the already smallish-gap between them, until there was only a mere breath of space left.

Blake leant back against the door behind her, her heart pounding inside her chest so loudly she was sure Negan would hear it.

But Negan just gave her a husky grin, his eyes travelling down to her heaving chest momentarily, before looking back up at her face once more.

"You sure I can't tempt you with dessert, Doll-face?" he asked in a low husky drawl of a voice that sent shivers immediately running down Blake's spine.

Blake could feel a warmth pooling inside her at Negan's words and his closeness. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long, long time rising inside her.

But she held back, giving a shallow gulp.

Maybe this was the wine….messing with her head.

But right now her head and her body- seemed to be wanting completely different things…

Her gulp distracted Negan long enough for his dark, chocolate eyes to travel down her slender throat for a small second….giving her enough time to shake herself and smile up at the ceiling, rolling her eyes.

Blake pressed a hand to Negan's chest and gave him a small shove away from her, as her other hand turned the door handle, pushing the door behind her open.

"Goodnight, Negan," she said with a faux-sigh of tiredness, as she stepped back away from him, heading into her room, where she knew he wouldn't follow….

Not tonight…

Negan held her gaze for what seemed like a long few seconds…before giving a chuckle, glancing down at the floor and parting his lips…

He finally gazed up at her once again, pushing his hand away from the doorframe with a small, happy groan.

"Suit yourself…." he said arching his back and bending his knees as he spoke.

He licked at his lips and stared at her….and Blake felt like for some reason, at that very moment, she just could not tear her eyes away from his….

But the moment soon disappeared as quickly as it had come, as Negan chuckled and turned on his heel sloping off.

"Night, Peaches…" she heard his retreating form utter, as Blake, in turn, bit her lip, approaching the door once again and watching him go.

In fact, she stayed there, staring after him, long after she had heard the door at the end of the corridor swing closed, smiling to herself.

And it was at least a minute later, that she shook her head, letting out the smallest of bemused laughs, and shutting the door closed, with a quiet snap…

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