Blake's mouth was parched.

She turned over onto her side, opening a bleary eye and staring straight up at the large glass of water, sitting on the, oh-so unfamiliar, nightstand beside her.

Now that was exactly what she needed right now, suddenly propping her body up on her elbow and reaching for it.

She brought the glass to her lips and took a long sip of slightly warm water, which quenched her thirst no end.

But it was then and only then, once Blake had blinked her eyes a few more times, looking around, did she finally remember where she was.

The drapes were open sending a shaft of grey early morning light across Negan's large living space.

She slowly peered over her shoulder, at the figure she had heard come in last night, a few hours after she had made it to sleep, lying beside her.

He had been sure to shut the door quietly behind him as he came in, way past midnight, before tossing Lucille down onto one of the couches, stripping out of his leather jacket, and slumping down onto the bed beside her. Blake feeling it sag beneath his weight as he did so.

Blake had fluttered her eyes closed, half in a dozy sort of dream world, as she had felt his long fingers brush back a long strand of hair from her face.

She had immediately smelt whisky and cigars on his breath, before she had felt him grab at a pillow and squish it beneath his head, as she drifted back off to a warm comfortable sleep.

Now Negan, in the light of early morning, was stretched out beside her, still in the same clothes as yesterday, with all but boots and jacket still on, sleeping on top of the covers, one arm strewn over his abdomen haphazardly.

He looked so restful and so….well, human.

His utter vulnerability was abundant right now, and Blake knew that if she really wanted to, she could kill him….

One bash to the skull, or knife to the throat, and that would be the end of him.

But Blake didn't move, as she sat there, beneath the bedsheets, still in her t-shirt and pants from yesterday, just staring down at the bearded Saviour beside her.

Her face reddened slightly as she remembered how she had felt last night in her inebriated state, as Negan had uttered things, that made her stomach jolt and a warmth spread between her legs.

That had to the wine's doing…right?

There was no way she was into him…was there?

She had been held captive here…having just lost her husband…surely it was a little too soon to be thinking of things like that right? Let alone with Negan of all people…

But even now, as she looked at him…she wondered what it would be like to have his taut, long body pressed up against hers…tasting every inch of him…coming undone by his touch…

Blake hastily shook herself, giving a sudden gulp.

She needed to stop this.

She pursed her lips, and, as gently as she could, slipped from the bed silently, padding across the room on bare feet, making to use Negan's large bathroom, which lay through the doorway on the right.

As she moved across the wide open-plan living room, Blake fussed with her long, mussed up caramel hair, giving a yawning-stretch before peeling off her t-shirt and flinging it down onto the couch beside her.

Surprisingly, considering how much she had drunk, Blake felt surprisingly ok, having much less of a bad headache than she had after all that whisky almost two weeks ago.

She flicked on the bathroom light, which illuminated the cool, tiled space before her, before heading over to the large mirror that hung above the sink.

She unbuttoned her pants and slipped them down her slender legs, tossing them aside, before peering up at her reflection quickly.

The bruises that covered her neck were all but gone now…all that remained being a faint yellowish tinge which the previously dark-purple bruises lay.

Her ribs felt better now, her wrist too.

It was almost as though every trace of David was slowly disappearing from her life…..

Every hurt…every pain he had caused her, diminishing, like the bruises on her skin.

She wondered now, what people back in Alexandria would make of David's demise.

Would they blame Blake?

Take David's side rather than hers?

Why wouldn't they? As far as they were concerned, David was the hero, especially when comparing him to Negan, who, from their point of view, had done nothing but torture and kill innocent people.

They would be right of course. But Rick, Michonne, Maggie and everyone else, were not privy to how much hurt David had inflicted on Blake over the many, many months she had lived with them.

Blake gave a gulp, tearing her eyes hurriedly away from her own reflection.

Did she want to go back there? Back to that?

Right now, she wasn't so sure…

Blake peeled off her bra slowly, as well as pushing her panties down her slender thighs, before grabbing a fresh white towel, that was stacked neatly on the side, and taking it over to the enormous free standing shower that stood on the far side of the room.

It was decorated with elaborate faux-marble tiles and looked big enough for an entire football team to shower in- compared to the grotty little cubicles she had in her hallway, at least!

Maybe she just needed to clear her head…..to stop her thinking any more on David this morning. Or worrying what the pepe back in Alexandria would do when they found out what had happened.

A shower would certainly help with that.

Blake padded into the cubicle, sliding the large glass door closed behind her.

She hung up her towel neatly over the top of one glass-panelled side, before turning on the water.

It was, like the bath had been, hot in the tap, and Blake found herself surrounded by steam, as the well-pressured water fell instantly over her body.

She closed her eyes, gasping slightly, as she let the warm stream run over her face and down her long hair.

This was the closest she had felt to utter bliss since the last time she had been in this room, sat in that four-footed bath in the centre of the bathroom on that fateful day David had died.

Back then her feelings seemed to be few and far between, but now they came thick and fast, like a steam train…faster and faster…making a mark on every aspect of her life, until they were finally too far away for them to affect her any more.

She knew that Negan was good for helping with this….helping to take her cares away, with one smart remark or gentle touch at a time.

Blake took a deep gulp of air, as she ran both hands back across her head, shaking the water from her eyes…

…..just as she heard the shower door behind her suddenly slide open…and then shut again.

Blake's heart suddenly pounded as she turned hurriedly around as quickly as she could do on the slippery, tiled floor, and blinked up…

…to see Negan, standing there behind her, inside the showe….as naked as the day he was born.

Blake immediately reddened, her eyes widening as they landed on the bearded Saviour's tanned and lean body.

He had several dark tattoos across his chest and upper arms, and a scattering of dark hair that seemed to travel from his chest….all the way down to….

Blake gave another gulp, averting her eyes suddenly, as she placed both hands across her own body, covering her naked and exposed breasts and the region between her legs, from Negan's chocolate gaze.

He seemed to be enjoying every single second of this, a wide cocky grin residing across his lips, as he raised an eyebrow in her direction fiendishly.

"Mornin'," he uttered with a low husky growl, which echoed in the large shower room, causing Blake to feel all warm and slick at the sound.

He took a sudden, intimate step towards her.

But Blake scowled immediately, trying to right herself. To to act right now how any normal person would, at seeing an uninvited person in a shower with them.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" she said angrily, looking anywhere but down at his lengthy penis.

But Negan just chuckled.

"Well, shit, Doll-face, I mean, this is my fuckin' shower," he said poking his tongue between his teeth. "So if there's anyone who shouldn't be here, it's you."

Blake huffed loudly at this.

It was warm enough in here as it was, without having Negan's naked body right next to her too…

Blake knew that the tables had certainly turned on her now.

Now Blake was the vulnerable one, and Negan was the one that could pounce on her….kill her…or fuck her…if he chose to.

But for now, he did neither…merely looming over her, grinning that usual smart-ass grin of his.

"I didn't ask for your to bring me back to your room last night," she snapped, raising both eyebrows at him. "And if your bathroom is only one with warm water, there's no way I'm giving up the chance of a hot shower."

Negan licked at his bottom lip.

"Oh, Peaches, I have some great ideas about how to make this shower hotter if you wanted?" he said, suddenly taking a step into her, his hands almost immediately making to reach for her bare hips, trying to pull her into him.

But Blake placed a hand to his chest suddenly, holding him at arms' length, before his hands could reach her.

And it was then, that a sudden moment passed between them, with chests both heaving, hearts thudding and lips both parted.

But Blake raised her chin defiantly, her eyes suddenly twinkling.

She was not playing his game today…..

…but he was certainly going to be partaking in hers.

"Nuh-uh," she said in a breathy voice, suddenly taking a step into Negan's firm body, and dropping her hand from her own breasts.

Now she was there, completely naked….covered in droplets of water…for him to see.

Blake immediately saw his brown eyes flicker down, the smile falling from his lips…..finally taking her all in.

And with that, Blake heard him give an instant starved growl of need….

But the caramel-blonde woman merely smiled, licking her lips provocatively and leaning her mouth daringly close to the dark-haired Saviour's ear.

She let out a small, shuddering breath, before finally speaking….

"Oh you can look, Daddy," she uttered in a deliciously teasing voice. "But you can't touch."

And with that, Blake pulled away, shaking her head and gazing up Negan's deep brown eyes, batting her own long eyelashes as he did so.

She had him.

Oh, she had him.

And it was then that Negan returned a desperate, wanting look in Blake's direction, knowing full-well, that he had been played.

He gritted his perfect line of white teeth, breathing hard.

But Blake just threw a knowing smirk in his direction, as she turned back around, stepping once again under the water and running her hands over her smooth curves…

...knowing that Negan's eyes were very much fixed on her….his gaze full of dark need….

She smiled to herself at this, pulling on her bottom lip with her teeth, knowing he could easily push her up against that shower wall and have her right now….if he wanted…

But that would mean, that she would have won….

And Blake knew full-well Negan was far too arrogant to let that happen….

She lifted her head to face the ceiling and let the water pour over her hair and down her back once again, washing over her breast as she turned back around to face him.

Negan was, of course, still staring at her, but now with a huge grin plastered over his long bearded face…..(and Blake didn't dare to look elsewhere right now…)

The caramel-blonde woman obviously knew how to push Negan's buttons, just as well as he obviously knew how to push hers.

They were certainly becoming far to alike for words…

Blake just gave a goading smile, suddenly taking a step towards the dark-haired Saviour, who now had beads of water running down his own tanned body…..

…making it oh-so tempting for her to chance a glance downwards…

But Blake refrained (it taking all her effort to do so), as she leaned suddenly into him…

Negan looked at her expectantly…with a dark, hungry look present in his chocolate eyes…

But, to his surprise, Blake suddenly reached her hand up and over Negan's shoulder, pulling down her towel from over the door.

"Shower's all yours…" she murmured in a sultry voice, as she shoved suddenly by him, with her naked skin grazing his as she passed him.

And with that, Blake slid open the shower door, wrapping the towel around herself as she did so...

….leaving the dark-haired Saviour standing there alone….

…..a needy smile still lingering on his lips as he watched her go…..

So…what did you think of that chapter….? Naughty Blake... ;)

Thanks to ElysiumPhoenix, elljayde, srosal1, Hmc09, Keward2592, Xmidniteangel15X, Dollfacex94, Shan1994, Sreid045, PokemonTrainerDecember, leahscil, whereshadowplays for reviewing.

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