Blake couldn't help but moan in Negan's mouth as his lips moved hungrily against hers.

She could feel a heat rising within her, and a warmth -a need, which she had not felt since the pair had been back in Negan's bathroom all those many weeks ago.

Blake heard Negan drop his barbed-wire covered bat down onto the kitchen counter beside them, as one of his hands ran up, coming to linger at her collarbone…..and the other snaking its way slowly around her waist, pulling her body flush with his.

Blake tugged her lips from his for a split second, her eyes now dark, lustful and full of want and she stared at him, panting hard.

"Negan…" she uttered breathlessly, allowing her eyes to close momentarily. "…we need to stop…"

She couldn't do this here…..not with anyone from Alexandria able to burst in on them at any second….

But Negan didn't seem to care…his thumb drifting down the throbbing pulse point at her neck.

"Then stop me, Darlin'," he murmured back, as he began to press open-mouthed, lingering kisses to the place on her throat where his tanned digits had just been.

Blake felt her breath hitch and her eyes roll back in her head…her underwear already sopping wet with desirous longing for his hands to drift lower….for him to undo the buckle on her belt…take off her jeans and underwear, and fuck her…right here on this kitchen counter.

And knowing that Rick, or Michonne, or in fact anyone here, could walk in on them at any second, just made her heart race and her blood to pump faster through her veins.

But she knew this was crazy. She couldn't do this. Not here…not right now…

And so, placing a hand to Negan's leather-clad shoulders, she eased him from her.

"…stop…" she panted, her chest heaving now, as the Saviour finally toreb his lips away and looked down at her with those dark, chocolate eyes of his.

For a moment, he looked slightly irritable that he had been disturbed….pouting like a moody teenager….

But as Blake gave a smile, he reciprocated, catching her mouth teasingly in one last gently-tugging kiss, before pulling away again, grinning widely.

"Well goddamn, Peaches," he said in a sarcastic tone. "I come all the way here to see you, you get me all riled up, and then you leave me half-fuckin' cocked?"

Blake almost immediately scoffed at his words, rolling her eyes and shooting him a look.

"Well maybe if you'd have arrived on time, like you said you were going to…" she said tutting and folding her arms across herself.

"Well, I told you it'd be at the end of the week, Sweetheart. So maybe if you'd have fuckin' listened-" Negan almost immediately retorted, raising his dark eyebrows and arching his back as he spoke.

They were both as bad as each other, Blake knew that for a fact. But she wasn't going to let him get away with just showing up here after six long days, that easily.

"How did you even get in?" she said moving around the kitchen island away from him, his brown eyes, of course, following her every move.

"Well I didn't scale the fuckin' fence, if that's what you're wondering," he replied in an incredulous voce, tilting his head to this side, his eyebrows up in his hairline. "I came I through the fuckin' gate. I got Dwight and Arat waitin' for me just outside."

Blake gave a short huff.

He was so so cocky sometimes…

But Negan picked up one of the wine glasses from the table, and strolled around toward her with a smirk upon his lips.

"An' since we're playin' twenty questions," he said coming to stop just in front of her, leaning up against the marble-counter top at his side easily and eyeing her carefully. "You wanna tell me who the fuck pretty-boy was? And what the hell I just walked in on?"

Blake let out a small sigh and looked at him earnestly.

"That was just Steve," she said, takin the half-drunk glass of wine gently from Negan's gloved grasp, before turning and moving over to the sink and pouring the remainder of the wine down the plughole. "He's harmless."

But before she could turn back toward the dark-haired Saviour, she felt him press up against her from behind, and lean his mouth in towards her ear.

"Well ol' Stevey didn't look that fucking harmless when he was trying to shove his tongue down your throat, Doll-face," she heard him utter in a low voice into her hair, his wandering hands running around her hips, and he leaned over her.

Blake arched herself back into a him, smiling to herself, as she raised her chin, exposing her long and slender neck.

"I knew you'd get jealous," she muttered back with a small groan, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the second of pure bliss, as Negan's hands dipped lower, skimming around the waistline of Blake's jeans, his fingers toying with her large brown belt buckle.

But she wasn't about to let him get the upper hand that easily.

She tutted and quickly sidled herself from his grasp, tucking a strand of long caramel-hair behind her ear and giving a small cough, righting herself once again.

But when she turned back to the dark-haired Saviour, he already had his bottom lip between his teeth, shaking his head at her.

"Hell, yeah I'm fuckin' jealous," he said in a loud voice. "I mean, I have wanted that mouth of yours ever since I fuckin' laid eyes on you. And I'm not really in the fuckin' mood for sharin', Doll."

But Blake rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Says the man with five wives…" she uttered scathingly.

At this, Negan just eyed her.

"This some kinda payback then?" he said raising a single eyebrow an advancing on her yet again, his boots chinking across the floor as he walked. "You tryin' to make me claim what's mine?"

At his possessive words, Blake felt herself getting hot, with the wetness between her legs distracting her momentarily, before she hurriedly shook herself, holding her head up high.

She gave a small audible sigh now, her eyes on his.

"Not in the slightest," she said, biting on her own lip, as he approached her once more. "I was just enjoying some wine with a friend. Is that a crime?"

She knew her words would rile up the dark-haired man and she was right. She heard him let out a low growl, as he lowered his chin and came to stop just a breath away from her.

"Not at all, Sweetheart," he said before licking at his lips excruciatingly slowly. "I just presumed you'd be askin' Daddy to give you what you want, an' not the whiny lil' pretty-boy, is all…"

She smiled, as they hovered close to each other, being careful not to touch. Both invested in this game of theirs. This cat and mouse pastime they liked to share.

"And what do I want?" she purred, gazing up at him through her eyelashes, pulling at her bottom lip hard now…

Wanting the dark-haired Saviour more than ever before.

And it wasn't a second later that she saw him lean over her, his mouth on her earlobe, his hot breath trailing down her cheek and down to her slender neck.

"Well, I think you want me to screw your brains out right here on this kitchen counter, Peaches," he growled into her ear, as Blake felt her breath hitch painfully inside her throat..

Fuck.

He could so easily do it too.

But with a grin and a small chuckle….. he didn't…..knowing full well his teasing was killing her.

And a second later he pulled back and grinned widely, reading her like a book, and flashing his set of straight white teeth at her devilishly.

"So…" he murmured in a low voice, the moment now gone."…shit, Darlin', I mean correct me if I'm wrong, but there was me thinkin' that you offered me dinner the last time we met? An hell, after the week I've had, an' the amount of goddamn gas I've used up on comin' here to visit you…I think you at least owe me some spaghetti."

Blake blinked for a long second, still very much panting…and in the moment….waiting for him to pounce.

So it was a drawn out few seconds before she rolled her eyes and gave him a small huff in utter irritation at his arrogance.

How was it possible for one man to irritate the hell out of her so much, but also to make her almost putty in his hands, all at the same time?

"I suppose," she sighed, folding her arms swiftly over her chest and marching over towards the high cupboards, knowing that Negan was smirking amusedly after her now.

She promptly pulled down a packet of spaghetti, a tin of tomatoes and some herbs, and filled a pan with water. All the while, Negan took a seat in Steve's vacated chair behind her, watching.

"So I didn't see Rick when I came in here," he uttered after a minute or two had passed, slightly conversationally. "Usually he's eyeballin' me from the moment I come through those gates. Hell, I'm surprised he's not got his sweaty face pressed to the goddamn window already?"

Blake who was facing the tiled kitchen all, smiled at his words.

"I don't know," she replied, shrugging. "He's probably out scavenging for you."

"You know that's what I like about the folks in this place," Negan said in a warm voice. "So goddamn eager to please."

Blake rolled her eyes, as she threw a few ingredients into a simmering pan, as the large pot of spaghetti bubbled beside her.

"Ugh, probably because they know that if they don't, you're gonna beat them to death with a fucking baseball bat," she muttered in a simpering tone over her shoulder to him, as she stirred the ingredients with a large wooden spoon.

But that only caused Negan to chuckle.

"You got it in one, Peaches," he replied, as she heard him scrape his chair back, get to his feet and strut slowly over to her.

And it was only a short moment before Blake felt two leather clad arms wrap their way around her middle and a bearded chin come to rest on her shoulder.

"Mmmmmm, now this smells good," he said in a long, hungry voice, as Blake pursed her lips bemusedly and continued to stir. "So, not only do you look as hot-as-hell, have an ass like a goddamn fruit, all ripe and juicy and ready to be eaten, but you can cook too?!….I mean, shit… y'know, have I ever asked if you wanted to be one of my wives, Darlin'?"

His tone was sarcastic and playful, and Blake couldn't help but smirk as he felt him rub his stubbly chin against her cheek.

"Only every day since I've known you," she replied airily.

"Well y'know, Doll-face," he murmured once more. "Think about it, I could just picture you an ' me in a place like this. Livin' the American-fuckin'-dream. Apple fuckin' pie in the oven, me grillin' out in the back-yard, and you standing next to me in nothin' but a bikini and a nice smile."

Blake smirked and bit at her lip.

"Well for now, let's just stick to spaghetti shall we?" she purred back to him, as she lifted the spoon full of sauce to his mouth to taste.

Sorry if that was kinda crappy and a bit of a filler chapter. But I just wanted a bit of flirting, as I'd like to think they've missed each other.

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