Thirty long minutes later Blake strolled out of the bathroom, just a white towel wrapped around her middle, fussing with her damp, messy hair with one hand and carrying a pile of yesterdays' clothes in the other.

"That shower is so good," she muttered, catching sight of the now fully-dressed Negan sitting on his leather sofa, checking off accounts in a large ledger propped up on his lap. He was dressed, as he always was, in a white t-shirt, dark grey pants, with his black leather jacket now shrugged back over his broad shoulders.

Blake, after her and Negan's hot, wet, and anything-but-relaxing bath, had headed into the shower to clean up properly, spending all of twenty-five long minutes, washing her aching body under the hot, steamy water.

It must have gone midday by now, but Blake was past caring.

It was her birthday after all…

Negan glanced up at her, grinning and raising a dark eyebrow in her direction.

"Hmmm, well I think that bath was fuckin' better," he chimed fiendishly, his pen hovering over the page before him. "You ridin' me, and me watching those perfect fuckin' titties of yours, bouncin' up and down on top of me while you do so. Nothin' better."

Blake gave a satisfied sigh, her lips twitching up into a smirk, as she readjusted her towel slightly.

"It was fun…" she agreed. "…as morning sex goes…"

"As mornin' sex goes?!" said Negan in an incredulous voice. "Well don't you know how to make a guy feel fuckin' special, Sweetheart!"

Blake laughed, padding across to the now-rumpled four-poster bed and placing down her second-day old clothes gently, feeling Negan's eyes on her.

It was strange to think how far they had come in so little time.

Blake remembered back to when she had first been in a towel in front of Negan. Just a couple of days after she had arrived at the Sanctuary…back when he had found bruises on her arm, given to her by David.

She had felt so vulnerable under his gaze back then…but now….she revelled in it. In the feeling that he could easily pounce on her at any minute.

And, as if on cue, Blake smiled to herself, as she heard Negan behind her, placing down his ledger and getting stiffly to his feet.

"Y'know…" he uttered in a low growl of a voice, strolling over towards her, as Blake looked his way. "We could screw off today altogether…spend it in here instead…fucking each other's brains out…"

He threw a suggestive look towards the large bed before them, waggling his dark eyebrows, as he approached her, sliding his hand around her towel-wrapped waist possessively.

But Blake raised her own eyebrows, turning to face him now and giving a pout.

"As tempting as that sounds, do you really expect me to give up my birthday surprise?" she asked in a simpering voice, pressing a hand to his taut, leather-clad chest and giving him a small, playful shove away from her.

At this Negan gave a familiar growl of want, hovering over Blake's shoulder, as she turned back towards the bed, and her pile of clothes.

But the dark-haired saviour wasn't done yet, pressing his mouth to her ear, sending a hard shiver coursing through Bake's slender body. She gasped out slightly, as he pressed himself up against her from behind.

"Well, just make sure you wear somethin' real fuckin' pretty today, alright, Peaches?" he said giving a short possessive growl into her ear, his hot breath trickling down her neck. "Because Daddy is gonna make today worth remembering."

Blake smiled, reaching up with her right hand and cupping her palm across Negan's stubbly cheek, over her shoulder.

Her stomach meanwhile doing backflips.

"How pretty are we talking?" she asked, wrinkling her nose and leaning back against him, pressing her cheek against his.

But Negan merely pressed a single hungry kiss to her exposed and damp throat.

"Well let's be honest here, Sweetheart," he hummed into her skin. "You could wear nothing but a nice fuckin' smile and I'd still wanna screw you….so I'm easy."

At this Blake gave a small roll of her eyes and let out a laugh, as Negan pushed himself off of her, grinning widely, showing her his row of straight white teeth.

"Helpful," she uttered, tutting at him over her bare shoulder as he backed off, raising his hands aloft in a goading manner. "Real helpful."

But the dark-haired Saviour just chuckled, snatching up his trusted barbed-wire covered baseball bat from the side.

"What can I say, Darlin'," he said in an arrogant voice. "I'm a fuckin' catch."

And with that, before Blake could utter a retort of any sort, Negan had tugged open the door to his room, and headed out, flashing her one last cocky smile as he went.

It had turned into a lovely, hazy afternoon…the warm, start of Fall, sun, beating down onto the grey lot outside.

Blake could see that, as she started down the long hallway that led out to the breezy open space….where she had heard Negan would be.

She had no idea what kind of 'surprise' Negan had in store for her. But she wouldn't put it past him for it to be something ridiculously stupid. Like an engagement ring for starters.

Was this how he got all his wives? Promised them a nice birthday surprise and instead shocked them with an ultimatum.

No surely he wouldn't do that now...right?

But even now, after all that had happened between them, Blake still questioned his motives sometimes. He was unpredictable...a challenge...and Blake even now wasn't completely convinced he wouldn't become bored of her after a while...now that he had got what he wanted.

But was that all he saw her for? Just a screw he had devoted this much time to? He had given her so much. Let her walk all over him at times. And Blake wondered how many other wives he let sleep in his bed, cuddling them close to him while he slept...

Perhaps she was being irrational now...

But in this world it was hard not to be sometimes...

Blake pursed her lips together as she tried to push all these conflicting thoughts aside, tugging at the hem of her pretty blue dress, making sure it definitely covered her ass, as she stepped out into the lot.

It had taken Blake a while to get ready….finding this little number in her closet, along with a pair silver strapped sandals and a set of matching black underwear.

She had then fussed with her hair, teasing it into some sort of shape, before putting on some lip-balm and a couple of coats of mascara.

And it was then, after that taking her an entire fifteen minutes, that had Blake began the pacing….

..the deliberating…

Wondering if perhaps she should change…

If perhaps this was too much for just a birthday surprise….

For what was this surprise even really likely to be? A run? A chance to raid some looted mall? Dinner?

For in this world there wasn't much else…..no chance at a real date. A real gift.

Not that Blake had had a 'real' birthday girl in a long long time.

Blake's Mom had lived a couple of hundred miles away. And so Blake had never been privy to much attention during celebrations. Usually spending the holidays working or hanging out alone. And even when David came along, his feelings on spending time, money or effort on these types of things were just deemed frivolous and pointless...and so Blake had never had a special gift given to her well, ever! For her birthday, thanksgiving, to celebrate a job promotion, or for Christmas either. And that was just how life was...

So it wasn't surprising that Blake was a little torn by the entire situation.

For why would anyone go to the effort of doing anything special for her? She wasn't worth it...and never had been.

And so, stripping out of her dress at least twice, Blake had eventually put it back on with a huff and finally headed out of her room, down on the second floor.

It hadn't been long after that, that giving an impressed whistle, Simon had appeared from behind her at the staircase that led down onto the ground floor.

"You look real great," he said encouragingly, offering her a knowing smile, placing a hand on the railing beside him, as Blake had turned to face him.

Simon was pretty hard to make out. Obviously he was loyal to Negan, but to Blake, he gave very little away, sometimes his smile saying more than his words even did.

But Blake had just huffed again and plucked at the blue cotton material of her clingy dress.

"Well, he asked for pretty, so…" she said, suddenly hearing the words as they spilled from her mouth. "….God….what am I doing…"

She shook her head, rolling her eyes.

But Simon gave a chuckle, reading her completely.

"He's outside, in the lot" he merely grinned, gesturing to the long hallway behind her with his chin. "Enjoy. Oh and happy birthday."

And with that he strolled away, gun visible at his side as he went.

Blake had stared after him for a long moment, before sighing, turning on her heel and heading towards the lot.

There were a few trucks parked out here this morning and the place seemed to be alive with the hustle of bustle of Saviours moving about, going this way and that, carrying things, loading up vehicles…and chatting to one another.

But Blake, threw her hand up shielding her eyes from the sun's ray, as she walked out into the wide space and gazed about.

She couldn't see any sign of Negan now…moving over and making to peer around an enormous silver vehicle parked in the centre of the lot, taking up almost all of the space.

She gave a frown, trying to search for him amongst the figures moving to and fro... but before she could even move another inch, a door to the side of the large silver truck was thrown open, and out stepped a familiar face.

"Well, hot-diggity-dog, Peaches," came the loud and carrying tone of Negan, who hopped down from the step of the vehicle and strutted over to her easily…tall and looming, a wide grin fixed onto his bearded face, with Lucille thrown up and over his leather-clad shoulder. "Don't you look like a million goddamn bucks!"

His chocolate eyes looked her up and down, as he bit down hard on his bottom lip, giving a admiring frown.

"Mmmhmmm," he said with an approving shake of his head, suddenly swinging Lucille from his shoulder and holding the barbed-wire covered baseball bat out in front of him, trailing it at the hem of Blake's dress. "I would let you ride my face any fuckin' day wearin' that, Sweetheart."

And with that, he lifted Lucille, in turn, tugging up the bottom of Blake's dress with it.

But she immediately stepped back, snatching the material away from him, giving him a dark scowl.

"Such a charmer," she bit back in a sarcastic voice, narrowing her eyes at him huffily.

But Negan merely continued to grin, closing the gap between the two of them and arching his lean figure back as he spoke.

"So what do you think?" he said after a second or two, raising his eyebrows.

But Blake stared back at him, looking a little confused.

"About what?" she replied in an unimpressed manner, shaking her head.

But Negan lifted his gloved hand and bashed it, palm-first, against the side of the huge silver van beside him.

"A goddamn beauty ain't she?" he said with a glint of something in his eye.

But Blake just tilted her head to the side, staring up at it carefully.

"It's an RV, Negan," she answered, a little bemusedly, raising a slender eyebrow and folding her arms over her chest now, a little defensively.

But the dark-haired Saviour came to stand at her side now, his free hand slipping around her slender waist as the pair of them stared up at the silver vehicle before them.

Negan gestured up at it with Lucille.

"And it's your fuckin' birthday surprise, Darlin'," he chimed, tugging her into him.

Blake let out a sudden laugh, suddenly eyeing him.

"My surprise?" she said making an amused face, scratching the side of her temple with her fingers and looking at Negan's long face...waiting for the gag...

But her smile son faltered as she realised that he was not, for once, joking.

Negan nodded earnestly, a smirk still lingering over his lips.

"Yup," he said in a low voice, tugging at his lips with his teeth, arching his back once again as he spoke. "She's loaded up with all sortsa' fuckin' nice shit, all ready for you and me to take a little trip, Peaches."

Blake stared at the man at her side now, letting his hand slip from her waist as she turned to face him fully.

Of all the things in the world she had expected him to surprise her with, this was not one of them…

But the more she thought on it….the better it became.

For how long had Blake been cooped up…whether it be here, or at Alexandria…or even on runs…

even out on the road she was always limited with where she could go…but with something that looked as suped-up as this….they would have no problems being out there…

"So we just….drive?" she asked a little bemusedly, the smile reappearing on her lips as she tilted her head, stepping into Negan once more and allowing her fingers to reach the zipper on his jacket.

But Negan eyed her warmly…staring down at her like she was the only woman he had even laid eyes on…with something that resembled awe in his dark gaze.

"I've got a place in mind we could go…" he grinned, running his tongue over his lips now. "….if you're up for it, Doll-face?"

And Blake felt her breath catch slightly in her throat, as her tanned and ample chest, shown off to perfection by her tight fitting dress, rose and fell hard.

But even so, she nodded happily, and chewed on her pink lip, giving the Saviour a small nod.

"I guess you'd better show me around then…" she said excitedly…her hand slipping easily into his gloved one. "...Daddy."

Sorry if that chapter was super boring, but I tend to be on a roll of fillers at the moment. I'm trying my best to get some action into it soon though. Fingers crossed.

Thanks to srosal1, guest, Hmc09, JudithMosalii, bookworm125, EvilDreams101 and ll0velylexx for commenting.

Just want to get some feedback on the last chapter. I don't tend to get as many reviews or comments when I post smut, I really just wanted to see whether you'd like me to keep adding smut, or forgo it from future chapters? I'm just not sure whether its something you'd all like to read often? I'd rather not write it if you guys don't like it.

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