Blake lay back against the cool sheets, as Negan's tanned arms curled around her shoulders, pulling her firmly into him.

She was still, at this moment in time, in her pale blue cotton dress, as the dark-haired Saviour beside her, lay back, his grey jeans still undone, with his now-satisfied cock sagging from his zipper, with his heavy black boots still on.

Blake had sucked him, hearing him emit copious amounts of swear words from his lips, as his fingers had tangled into her hair urgently. Her tongue had licked expertly at his length and it wasn't surprising that the bearded man had not lasted very long, grunting out harshly, before cumming hard into her mouth, sending a hot streams of ejaculate over her tongue, dousing her throat slickly.

Blake now, turned her body into his, feeling him let out a heavy sigh, as she pressed her face into his tanned collarbone.

"Why the fuck haven't we been doin' that since the first day I fuckin' met you, Sweetheart?" uttered the dark haired Saviour reaching up and dragging his free hand down his face lazily.

But Blake just pressed a smile into his skin, her digits reaching up and coming to rest upon his lean, hair-smattered torso.

"Well I was otherwise spoken for at the time," she murmured, closing her eyes lethargically. "…and you have five wives. So…"

She heard Negan give a chuckle, readjusting the position of his arm around her momentarily, his thumb rubbing circles against her bare skin.

"Even fuckin' so," he uttered with a small scoff, glancing down at her. "Now that was good fuckin' foreplay we could've been enjoyin' for at least the last couple of months, by now."

Blake smirked, lifting her head up and staring down at him bemusedly, raising an eyebrow.

"That was just foreplay, huh?" she inquired, a smirk dancing its way across her features now.

But the dark-haired Saviour just sighed and gave a cocky shrug of his broad shoulders, closing his eyes contentedly.

"Yup," he replied matter-of-factly. "That, was just round fuckin' one, Princess. Daddy's got at least another couple of sessions in him before sun-up."

Blake let out a small laugh, lifting herself up into sitting position, facing him now, as he opened a single chocolate eye, peering up at her.

For a moment neither of them said anything, with Blake staring down, toying with the sheets beneath her as Negan merely stared back at her for the longest time, his eyes roving across her face. Before Blake finally, after an age, opened her mouth to speak.

"Thanks…f-for all this…" she said, her eyes finally flickering up and meeting with his again. "This is the first time since I can remember, that my birthday's been more than just a single five dollar bookstore gift-certificate from my aunt."

Negan remained blank-faced for a long moment, taking in every inch of her pink cheeks, before he finally parted his own lips…reaching his hand out and snatching up hers.

"You're welcome, Darlin'," uttered the bearded man, bringing her hand to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to her smooth knuckles affectionately.

This was certainly a different side of Negan that Blake had never seen before. Vulnerable…caring…sweet…

Blake pursed her lips offering him a coy grin, giving the slightest of perplexed frowns. And it wasn't a second later, that she had moved over him, her hand still in his, coming to sit on his lap.

Negan, with his member still hanging from his pants, and Blake with no panties on, could feel how precarious and teasing this position was, but Blake would play this game anyway, straddling him, as her hands fell to his abdomen.

"You know I never had you down for the caring type," she said biting down slowly on her lip as she smiled down at him.

Negan quirked an eyebrow up, his hands moving to her bare thighs now, his digits tensing around her soft skin.

"Well shit, sweetheart," he said with a goading grin, showing off his line of perfect white teeth. "I mean, don' start spreadin' it around. I've got a fuckin' reputation to uphold."

Blake gave a small giggle, blinking down at him.

"So does that mean we have to keep whatever this is on the down-low when we get back to the Sanctuary?" she said, pointing between the two of them.

But Negan just grinned that wolfish grin of his, and within the blink of an eye, with the smallest of growls leaving his throat, he had grasped Blake hard around them middle and flipped her over onto her back, coming to lean over her possessively now.

Blake let another laugh escape her lips at this, as Negan pinned her against the mattress, and began to press hot open-mouthed kisses to her throat, his fingers threading through hers, either side of her shoulders.

"Well, I mean, I've had mistresses in the past, Darlin', but none I've wanted to screw on a nightly basis," he mused, almost humming the words into her skin.

Blake rolled her eyes, letting out the smallest of tuts at his words.

"And monogamy's not an option for you, is it?" she asked, with the smallest of frowns gracing her brow now.

But Negan's hands slid from hers, instead gliding up her slender sides, causing her dress to ride up slightly at her thighs, as he pressed another firm kiss to her collarbone.

"Well shit, I mean I've already suggested you take the spot of wife numero uno, Peaches," he murmured easily, his gaze remaining fixed upon her chest, rising and falling before him as he peppered it with kisses.

But Blake, whose eyes were now on the ceiling above, pursed her lips.

"Maybe I don't want to share," she mumbled back, her heart starting to beat hard now. "I mean, would it really be impossible for me to be the only one who gets to be with you?"

Her throat was dry now and a painful lump appeared in the back of her throat making it hard to swallow.

And this was made no better by the low chuckle that followed from Negan's lips.

"Well I have a fuckin' feelin' my other wives might have somethin' to say about that," he murmured into her throat.

But at his words Blake couldn't help but bristle.

She was silent for a long moment, as she turned her head away from him slightly, coming to face the stark wall to her right.

She wanted so much right now to tell him how she felt….the way she had felt for a long time.

But it was likely useless…

From the sounds of it, maybe she was just a passing fancy to him…a bit of fun until he moved onto the next woman…or back to one of the ones he already had.

Maybe one night she would be sent back to her own room and told that he wanted Tanya in bed with him tonight…or Michelle….or Amber…

Her heart sank completely as she dwelled on this now, licking gently at her lips.

He was never going to give them up…not for her at least…that was the reality of this whole situation.

But Negan, who had obviously noticed her lingering silence and lack of a reply, stopped in his kisses and lifted himself up of off her, propping himself with his hands, that were now pressed to the space either side of her head.

"Everythin' alright, Doll?" he asked with the smallest of frowns gracing his tanned brow, peering down at her questioningly.

But at this, Blake shook herself slightly, giving a hurried nod.

She knew the score. And for her own benefit she needed to face facts. This was fun. Just a bit of fun and would be good while it lasted. But it couldn't go on forever and Blake would need to brace herself for the day to finally come, where she would be dismissed just like all his other wives…traded in for the next model in the store.

For in this world. there was no time to have feelings like the ones currently bubbling up inside her. and she needed to remember that.

"Yeah….fine…" Blake breathed, taking in a short sharp breath of air, steadying herself.

But Negan eased himself from her, coming to rest at her side, his frown heavier now that it had been just a moment ago.

"Don't give me that shit, Peaches," he said as Blake felt another small gulp slide down her throat. "I can tell when a gal's pissed at me."

But it was Blake's turn now to give a frown of her own, suddenly pushing herself up into a sitting position and tucking a strand of long caramel hair behind her ear.

"I'm not pissed at you, Negan," she tutted, smoothing down her dress and staring around, trying to act as uncaring as possible right now.

But Negan too, sat up to face her, his eyes on her face.

"Darlin'," he began with a heavy sigh, taking in her look and tilting his long face to the side, surveying her carefully. "I ain't a kid. An' I know when I'm in the fuckin' doghouse…"

But Blake merely pursed her lips, and looked away.

She hated the fact that he could read her so well sometimes.

"…is this because of me talkin' about my goddamn wives…'cause if it is-" he said shaking his head…

But Blake cut-across him before he had the chance to finish his sentence.

"No…" she lied, toying with the hem of her dress absent-mindedly. "…i-it's not…..I know the score…."

But Negan gave a harsh laugh at this, suddenly lifting his rough hand to her chin.

"Hey," he said suddenly drawing her gaze up to his once more. "Darlin,' there ain't been any fuckin' score ever since you woke up in my fuckin' cell and back-talked the fuck outta me."

His chocolate eyes were honest now, frowning hard, gazing into Blake's green orbs trying as hard as he could to say communicate something wordlessly to her.

Something important….

But it was only a second more that the dark-haired man spoke again…and the moment was gone….that silent confession disappearing as quickly as it had come.

"But….like I said, I've got a goddamn reputation to uphold back there, Darlin'" he said suddenly shaking his head, looking troubled, letting go of her face, and instead, running a hand down his tired features. "Those women….we had an agreement….I can't just….I mean, it ain't that fuckin' simple anymore…I gotta be seen to be the one in power, Doll-face…"

Blake immediately let her eyes drop to her lap once again, nodding hurriedly, but her stomach was churning with utter jealousy now…a pain coursing through her body, hard and fast.

She had been right. There were no fairy-tales in this world. Just a hard and cold reality.

A reality where she wouldn't fall pregnant, where she wouldn't have Mia….and where she wouldn't have Negan….well, not totally, anyway.

"It's fine," she said repeating her words from earlier. "Really. Its fine."

But both of them could tell it wasn't, right now.

"Listen," said Blake, quickly moving over to the edge of the mattress and hopping up onto her bare feet. "I-I need some air…."

But Negan merely stared up at her.

"Peaches…" he began in a low, yearning voice… but Blake just stared up at him finally, flashing a forced and fixed smile onto her face encouragingly.

"It's ok…..really, I…uh…I just need to pee," she uttered matter-of-factly with a small nod, brushing down the back of her dress, as Negan got to his own feet, doing up his zipper and rethreading his belt at his waist.

"Want me to come out there with ya?" he asked in a gruff tone, moving around the bed to meet her near to the narrow doorway. "I can hold the flashlight….'case you get lost?"

But Blake just smiled, this time a little bit more realistically than the last, chewing on her lip as she did so.

"I can pee in the dark, Negan, ," she said in a faux-reprimanding voice, with a short shake of her head, feeling his hand reach the small of her back as she moved back into the large living area of the RV. "I'll be fine. I'll only like two minutes top, ok?."

She could see Negan wasn't particularly happy with having her go outside alone, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek, his jaw clenched tightly. But it wasn't as though Blake was a rookie in these types of situations. Unlike the other women in his life, his wives, Blake had spent a long time out there…surviving….

Not that she was bitter or anything. She liked those women.

And yet why now, could she not seem to get this horrible feeling of utter jealousy out of her head?

She didn't even bother slipping on shoes, moving over to the door to the RV easily. If walkers came she would be quicker barefoot than she would with silly strappy sandals on anyway.

But before she could reach for the door-handle, she felt a firm hand at her waist tug her back around.

It was of course Negan, his chocolate gaze boring into hers, and before she knew it, he had closed the gap between the pair of them, tugging her body flush with his possessively.

But he gave an uncharacteristic sigh, closing his eyes for the slightest of second before peering down at her, that frown still littering his tanned brow.

"Listen, Darlin', I told myself, hell, I told you, I wasn't gonna ask you this again…" he said his voice quiet now….growling out from his throat.

He licked at his lips for a long drawn out second, before finally speaking again…his words coming far slower this time.

"…be one of my wives, Peaches…" he uttered, his tone almost pleading with her.

But Blake gave a gulp as she stared back up at him.

There he was, standing there offering her protection, a home, security…

But this wasn't what she wanted.

And so Blake left her eyes fall from his…. as she slowly and surely shook her head.

"No…" she murmured out, suddenly turning on her bare heel and giving the door behind her a swift shove open…

…stepping lout into the warm, late-evening air…

The door slammed back in Negan's face as Blake left the RV.

But his dark brown eyes were fixed to the space ahead of him now, the space where the caramel-blonde woman of his fucking dreams had been standing just a mere moment ago.

Fuck.

What the fuck had he done?

He had pushed her away…and why?

Because it wasn't because he wanted to keep his wives close or keep any stupid fucking promises that he'd made to them that was for sure.

If he wanted to get of them, he would ,in fucking heartbeat, because with or without the women in his godforsaken harem, Negan was still a fucking powerhouse, and was still the leader of the Saviours. He was dangerous and terrifying and he didn't need to have wives to prove that.

But there was another reason. A reason that fucking terrified him like nothing else in this fear-inducing world ever had.

For getting rid of his wives would never be a weakness for Negan.

But keeping Blake was.

SHE was his weakness…by a country fucking mile.

She was perfection to him. And he had not been lying when he had told her that things had changed back at the Sanctuary from the moment Blake had turned up there, and flipped everything he had onto its head.

He knew deep down that he hadn't felt this way about anyone since Lucille.

But with every moment he spent with her, showing her favour above any of the wives he had failed to show any attention to over these last few months, he was straying into dangerous territory.

For the dark-haired Saviour knew full well, that it wouldn't take long for one of his enemies or even his allies to cotton onto the fact that she was his entire fucking world.

All they would have to do was use her as leverage and he would be screwed. Everything he had worked so hard gone, just like that.

And if anything happened to her…

Negan gave a gulp now as he thought on this.

If only he could make her see, that by her just slotting neatly in with his wives…cloaking her from view…that she would be safe and that way she could be his…for good.

And he wouldn't need to worry.

But he knew her too well now. He knew she was going to say no again.

For a queen like her, was worth more than that, and he knew it.

And the longer this went on…the more it was going to tear them apart again.

Negan lingered there for a long moment, letting out a long huff of air and dragged his hand down his face.

He was screwed.

But all he could do now was turn around and heading back into the bedroom, running a hand down his long, tanned face as he did so….awaiting Blake's return…

Blake trudged through the undergrowth nearby, trying as hard as she could to see her way through the ever-darkening trees.

She did not need to pee, but with a busted bathroom in the RV, at least she had the excuse to come out here, giving her some time alone with her thoughts.

She was always going to have said no to him….to his offer of becoming a wife. Just like she always had.

And her feelings for him, rather than make the proposition better, just made it so much worse.

It would kill her to sit in that room in a skimpy dress, day in day out, like some sort of trophy.

And to see him come in one day and not choose her, well it would truly destroy her from the inside out. Blake could feel her heart thudding in her chest even now when she thought about it.

If that was the only way, then she would rather not have him at all….

But did she have a choice in this anymore? Or was this an ultimatum now?

Become one of his wives or let that be it. For good? After all they had been through?

Blake sucked In a breath sharply, coming to stop a little way away from the truck now, leaning up against a tree.

She could see it there even in the dim light, tall and looming…the vehicle that contained the most dangerous man she had ever met.

And yet that same man had saved in her in so many ways….

The caramel-blonde woman let out a faint, shuddering breath, blinking up at the RV.

Her mind racing now at a mile a minute…as he heart pounded against her ribcage.

But Blake had barely been stood there for a couple of seconds, when there came a sudden rustling behind her.

Blake was used to walkers now, but with no weapons on her at all and poor visibility, she knew she needed to get back the RV, and fast…

…but before she could do so, a sudden hand was clamped over her mouth…

Blake yelled out, but behind the dirty palm, nothing could be heard, as a pair of strong arms grabbed her around the middle….pining down her limbs roughly….as the dank smell of sweat and dirt and death filled her nostrils…

…but Blake could barely scrabble at the soft dirt underfoot with bare feet...

…before she was dragged swiftly away…back into the darkened undergrowth beyond…

Sorry guys- angsty Nake. But even the best couples have fights….*hopefully* they'll make up, but I have a feeling both of them might have some more pressing matters to attend to in the meantime….

Thanks to Tiny-Rocker, Hmc09, DaniChapp, PropertyofNegan77, CLTex, MsSharingisFun, Kosongbird, Guest, NerdSwag4life, l0velylexx, Seira and Guest for your reviews.

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