Blake smiled to herself, half in a dream-like state…as she felt a warm, soft light behind her eyes….and rough hands, skimming over her thighs….grazing up the side of her vest and pushing it up her side, revealing bare skin.

She hummed gently, nuzzling her face into the pillow sleepily, but greatly enjoying the sensation of cool hands on her body, fingers tracing across her collarbone, pulling her long hair away from her neck.

Was this a dream?

It almost felt too good for that…

She had had plenty of sex dreams in the past….but this one felt more real….

She gave a brief, bemused sort of frown before blinking open her eyes, only to see a long, tanned, familiar, and oh-so cocky face, hovering over hers…

She blinked herself into waking consciousness….

"N-Negan?" she managed to whisper in a hushed voice, suddenly remembering where she was, and who was sleeping right beside her.

"Mornin'," he uttered in a low husky tone. Negan this morning, was in just his grey t-shirt and pants, his jacket having long been abandoned on the couch most likely. "Thought we might be able to finish where we left off last night. See, I'm kinda yearnin' for somethin', an' I thought that you might be able to help with quenchin' my thirst, sweetheart."

And with that, Negan's mouth grazed Blake's neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kissed along her burning skin…

Oh god…

Now this was a way to wake up, that was for sure….

That longing desire still warming her stomach….causing her breath to catch in her throat…

But she couldn't do this….

Not here.

"Negan, no….Negan, stop," she breathed, her eyes drifting closed, in pleasure. "W-We can't…"

But the dark-haired saviour was pretty unrelenting….as his hands drifted up her side, rumpling her vest…her fingers inching achingly close to her breasts…

But suddenly there came a noise to Blake's right, and the tall, caramel-blonde woman made a face, glancing around, to see the small toddler rubbing at her eyes…waking up.

Blake shoved Negan hurriedly from her yet again….and smoothed down her hair.

"Heeeey, sweetie," she said in a kindly tone, as Mia sat up and blinked at the pair of them. "You sleep ok?"

But before their very eyes, Mia's face, as she eyed Negan lying beside Blake, became one of utter grumpiness…her face fixing itself into a tiny scowl.

"Why Eggy 'ere?" she said in a croaky, bossily little voice. "Eggy noh, sleep wif us."

Blake pursed her lips together.

Was this Mia being protective of Blake?

It certainly seemed that way.

"It's ok, baby," said Blake, pulling herself up into a sitting position, trying to block Negan from sight. "Negan's just come by to say….uh, good morning."

She almost tutted at her own comment.

He had certainly done that.

Blake did all she could to stop herself from rolling her eyes, as behind her, she heard Negan rub a hand over his scratchy, bearded chin, and let out a huff.

"Holy fucking shit…" he growled in irritation. "Are you really gonna deny me the chance to screw you again, Doll-face, just because that little cock-blocker's awake?"

But Blake threw him a frown, slapping him across the arm, scowling.

"Hey! Don't call her that," she tutted, before turning back to Mia and tickling her stomach gently. "You're not a cock-blocker are you, sweetie-pie?"

Mia gave a happily little giggle and squirmed beneath the bedcovers.

"And besides," continued Blake, throwing another look at the ruffled Negan over her shoulder. "Who said we were gonna fuck, anyway?"

She raised an eyebrow in his direction, teasingly, giving the dark-haired Saviour a long and lingering look.

He gave a moody sort-of pout and shoved himself dramatically from the bed, getting hastily to his feet.

"Oh, you want me, sweetheart," he said pointing a finger at her and raising both of his dark brows. "I could tell that you were drippin' wet for me last night…. just waitin' for me to just take off those soaked little panties of yours, and slide my-"

But Blake grabbed a pillow suddenly, and tossed it in his direction before he could finish, it hitting his shoulder as he turned away from her chuckling, and headed into his bathroom.

And it was a second or two later than Blake heard the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor, out of sight, and the shower switch on.

She stared down at Mia, giving a small, smiling sigh…but before she could reassure her of anything, she was promptly disturbed.

"You wanna join me Peaches?" came Negan's sudden head around the door….and from the sight of his bare, tanned and tattooed chest, Blake could tell he was naked…

Her heart pounded longingly….

"I'm good thanks," she murmured, tucking a long stand of hair behind her ear, as she bit her lip, looking away.

But had Mia not been here, Blake knew that she probably would have jumped at the chance.

But Negan, who could read her like a book, took one last look at her and gave a chuckle.

"Hmmm, suit your fuckin' self, then, Darlin'."

And with that, he disappeared out of sight…leaving Blake sitting there with Mia…smiling to herself and shaking her head.

Blake, and Mia had promptly headed down the corridor back to her own room, before Negan was even done in the shower. The caramel-blonde woman not wanting to risk another seduction right there on his bed again.

And so, the pair had got dressed, Blake slipping on a pair of black matching underwear, clean black jeans and a white t-shirt, before placing Mia into a sweet little denim dungaree-dress, with yellow ducks on.

"There," she uttered, brushing a hand across Mia's cheek, as the teeny girl giggled to herself, sitting on Blake's long untouched bed.

Blake had just finished fixing the toddler's hair into a tiny bow on top of head, standing up straight once more and turning back to her vanity table

She gave a small sigh, placing down the comb, her fingers suddenly moving across, and toying with the tube of mascara she had picked up from that first run she had been on with Negan and the other Saviours. That felt like a lifetime ago now….when in reality it was only a few weeks gone.

David had still been alive back then, and life had been so, so different for Blake.

Now look at her….making out with Negan, himself, and taking care of a two year old girl….

Back then she would never had guessed either would be possible.

She gave a sigh, picking up the mascara, before unscrewing the tube and coating her long lashes in the black substance.

"Bwake pwetty," came Mia's sudden voice from behind her when she was done, and Blake turned to the girl, smiling.

But she didn't have a chance to say another word, as suddenly as their came a loud, tuneful knock upon the door, causing Blake to roll her eyes, already guessing who it was.

"Come in," she called loudly, placing down the tube of mascara on her tiny vanity unit and glancing around, only to see Negan strolling through the door. Lucille in one hand, and a plate of fruit in the other.

He was chewing on what looked like a grape, his dark eyes flickering across the room, his gaze going first to Mia, and then lazily over to Blake herself.

"Thought I'd bring you both some breakfast," he said to gesturing to the plate, piled high with grapes, blueberries, strawberries and chopped apple, before placing it promptly down onto the edge of the bed beside Mia, not taking his eyes off Blake. "Most important meal of the day….if you don't count me eatin'. you. out, which I am still up for doin' this mornin', if you were so inclined, Doll-face…"

He raised his eyebrows fiendishly, quickly closing the gap between himself and Blake, placing his hand quickly to her lower back and tugging her swiftly towards him.

But Blake tutted, pressing a hand to his chest and holding him at arm's length, smirking ruefully.

"I'll think I'll survive with just a couple of strawberries thanks…" she uttered playfully, turning around and making to pick up her hairbrush from the table.

But Negan obviously didn't like being turned down, suddenly giving a wanting growl, tossing Lucille unceremoniously down onto the small flowery couch beside them and pressing himself up against Blake from behind.

She smiled, leaning back into him and pausing in what she was doing momentarily, as she felt one of his tanned and eager hands, slide over her hip and the other make for the front waistband of her pants.

"Negan…" she uttered warningly, for second time in one morning. Well aware that Mia was only just behind them, sat up on the bed, minding her own business, watching them with interest.

But the dark-haired Saviour merely gave a deep chuckle into her ear, which caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.

"You sure about that?" he uttered in a husky tone. "Because it was only last night I had you pretty much creamin' yourself, wantin' me to screw your fuckin' brains out, Darlin'."

Blake closed her eyes, feeling suddenly very hot and bothered by his oh-so-close proximity….

He was right….her panties becoming wet again, just at his words…

How the fuck was she always this susceptible to him…

Always letting him get the upper hand in these kind of situations…

But Blake could only give a gentle moan as she felt his tanned fingers expertly undo the top button on her jeans….knowing where his fingers were about to go next…

But before Negan could glide his digits down into that creamy wetness between her legs…there came a sudden loud knocking on the door.

At once, Negan gave a growl into her ear. But this growl was different. More angry and pissed-off than yearning, on this occasion...…

And Blake had barely had a chance to hurriedly do up her pants button, as Negan's hands slipped away from her, when the door was swiftly shoved open….

…..to reveal a breathless Dwight, who came bursting in, his eyes flicking immediately to the ground, as he saw who was present.

He licked at his lips quickly.

"Boss, we've got-"

But Dwight didn't get the chance to finish, as Negan's eyes became suddenly black, his jaw tensing furiously, as he spun around, cutting across the blonde-haired man.

"You ever heard of fuckin' knockin' Dwighty-boy?" snapped Negan in a sharp tone….a voice hard enough to even make Blake give a gulp behind him, watching, as the bearded Saviour snatched up Lucille from the sofa and marched across the room.

Dwight. At this, immediately apologised, bowing his head.

"I'm sorry….Negan, I just-"

"I couldn' give a goddamn flyin' fuck if you're sorry," said Negan loudly, pointing at the blonde man with end of his barbed wire-covered baseball bat. "You still walked in, unannounced, into a lady's room. I mean what the fuck am I supposed to think about that, Dwight? Hmmm? What? You think you're gonna get a nice look at her titties after she's showered, is that it?"

But Dwight shook his head profusely, as Blake watched the situation pan out before her.

Mia, who was also watching the conversation before her unfold, was staring up at Negan, a tiny pout across her lips.

But Negan looked pissed.

More enraged than Blake had seen him in a long time. Not since David had been alive anyway.

He took a step into Dwight, leering over him intimidatingly.

"How the fuck am I gonna be able to trust you again after this, Dwighty?" said Negan loudly, suddenly bringing Lucille up to Dwight's face. "Huh? I mean, I have given you a lot of goddamn fuckin' chances….back when you double crossed me…stole my meds….when Sherry escaped…"

Blake bristled slightly at the sound of Negan's wife's name. As did Dwight….but he continued to stare down at the ground, his mouth closed and straight.

"But all that, I mean I'm a nice fuckin' guy, and I forgive and forgot…." shouted Negan angrily in Dwight's face. "But you burstin' in on Peaches and the kid here….well, shit like that don't fly on my watch…..you understandin' me, Dwight? Or have I got to show the other side of your face to the iron too?"

But before Dwight, or even Negan, could utter another word…

…there came a sudden loud wail.

And Blake's eyes darted suddenly around, to see Mia, sitting there, head facing the ceiling, completely in tears…..her face red and crumpled.

At this noise the two men also swung around, Negan lowering Lucille slightly, a little distracted now.

But Blake hurried over to the little girl, picking her up into her arms.

"Hey, shhhh," she murmured into her ear, rocking her back and forth like a baby. "It's ok…..what's wrong… aawww shhhh….."

But Mia gave another heaving set of sobs, before finally, between cries….looking up at Blake.

"Eggy angwry…I –n-n-noh like!"" she just about manage to blub out, before falling into another loud set of wails that seem to shake the room, deafening everyone.

Blake clutched Mia into her chest, before suddenly giving a dark scowl and rounding on Negan and Dwight.

"Right, that's it…" she said angrily. "You two, out!"

She gave Negan, who was closest to her, standing near to the door beside Dwight, a sharp shove.

But the dark-haired Saviour merely gaped.

"Me?!" he uttered in a defensive manner, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. "If you're gonna blame anyone, Doll, blame fuckin' Dwight!"

But Blake wasn't listening, pursing her lip into a thin warning line and staring back at the bearded man dangerously.

"Out!" she yelled, giving him another hard shove and this time the two men had no choice, but to exit promptly through the open door.

And Blake, shooting Negan one last furious look, that indeed rivalled his own, less than a minute ago, slammed the door in both men's faces, huffing loudly to herself.

"Assholes," she muttered under her breath.

And Mia, who had calmed down a little and had had been watching Blake's outburst with her mouth hanging open, gave a nod of her own, clutching tightly at Blake's, now, damp t-shirt, and repeated the words brightly back to Blake ….

"…Ashhh-'oles…"

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