Blake marched up the stairs, first clenched blood, boiling inside her veins…

She was furious now.

So mad that Negan would have the gall to be watching her from a window…checking up on her like she was some sort of kid.

Well she had had enough now…so done with Negan's games.

Even as accustomed to the winding hallways as Blake had become, it still took her a few minutes to get her bearings and work out exactly where Negan had been watching her from.

But it was less than five minutes before Blake found herself up on the fourth floor on the West side of the large looming factory, climbing up the last few steps that led onto a long corridor Blake had never been down before.

It was gloomy and dingy up on this floor, with no windows and just a flickering sterile light from the lamps hanging above her head. But down the far end of the hallway, Blake could see a tall-tale shaft of bright sunlight shining out of an open door.

She gritted her teeth together….strands of her loosely tied up hair hanging down past her face now…but she didn't care what she looked like, her cheek still smeared with dirt and her knees grubby from the garden.

And with fists clenched at her sides, it only took the caramel-haired woman a second or two to reach said-room, bursting in through the door, before anyone could do a anything to stop her.

Blake's heart was pounding in her chest now…as her stomach did backflips…

And it wasn't a moment before her eyes fell on a familiar figure slouched down in a chair in front of the window, his boots propped up on the scrubbed wooden desk in front of him.

Negan.

Looking as arrogant now as he had been the day she had first met him. But there was no hint of a cocky smile upon his features today…

Instead he merely stared up at her now, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes black.

He had obviously been expecting her.

But regardless, Blake wasn't going to let him get the first word in, anger bubbling inside of her.

"What the fuck is your problem?" she said in a sudden raised voice, pointing at him, a frown plastering itself across her brow, as she came to stop just a foot or two from the desk, eyeing him darkly. "You're spying on me now? Really?!"

But Negan merely wrinkled his nose, giving her an incredulously scornful look in return.

"Jeez, darling, you conceited much?" he scoffed. " I was merely fuckin' checkin' on how much work you lot were getting' on with down in that fuckin' garden of yours….or had I interrupted something' important between you and pretty-boy down there? That why you've come up here screaming the fuckin' odds?"

Blake gave a growl at his words, lowering her chin furiously. He was trying to get a rise out of her, she could tell. But it was indeed working…

"What the fuck are you talking about, Negan?" she yelled, lifting her hands aloft in sheer exasperation. "Are you jealous? Is that it?"

Negan grimaced up at her now, scowling.

Luckily for Blake, Lucille today was nowhere to be seen, but he still had a knife visible at his belt, peeking over the top of his grey jeans and black t-shirt and under his leather jacket.

"Jealous?" he snarled, raising an eyebrow. "Of that stupid fuckin' son of a bitch? Give me a fucking break, Sweetheart.."

But Blake took a step forwards.

She knew him better than he thought she did obviously.

"You are jealous….why else would you be acting like such a fucking child?" she uttered in a loud voice, her chest rising and falling hard, as her heart hammered away inside her ribcage.

But obviously Negan did not appreciate her words, as in a second he had dropped his boots from the table and got to his feet, marching around the desk towards her.

Blake's breath caught in her throat, watching as he strode towards her.

"You'd better watch your fuckin' tone with me, Doll-face…" Negan quickly growled in a low voice, his chocolate eyes meeting with hers, as he came to stop just an inch from Blake's face now...leering down at her intimidatingly.

She bristled, never having seen Negan like this before.

But she could still feel her blood boiling at his words…

"Or what, Negan? Huh?" she pushed, closing the gap between the pair of them and pulling herself up to her full height until she was nose to nose with him. "What are you going to do to me? Because whatever it is I guarantee you David did a lot worse."

She was being honest there.

After what her ex-fiancé had done, there wasn't much the dark-haired Saviour could do to scare her these days. She had been hurt by someone she had feelings for once before. So what difference would a second time make?

Blake's chin was raised defiantly now, staring into Negan's eyes. Standing up for herself, like she had ben so frightened to do to David all those many months ago.

But Negan just gave her a long, lingering look, before suddenly shaking himself and backing off, turning on his heel and running a hand down his bearded chin, looking guilty.

Blake gulped, allowing herself to catch her breath once again. But she wasn't going to let this rest, to pent up to do that now.

"So what….your checking up on us doing work now? Is that it? Making sure I was earning my points?" she uttered after a second or two in a callous, goading voice filled with contempt, as Negan looked back around at her, throwing her a dark look.

She wasn't going to bring this up with him, but now that she was here, Blake could barely help the angry words that came spilling from her mouth.

"Well you got what you fuckin' wanted, Sweetheart," Negan replied a in a bitter tone, shrugging. "Now you and lover-boy can live happily ever fuckin' after…working for shit...under my goddamn rule, just as it fuckin' should be round here."

But Blake felt wounded, scowling hard at the dark-haired Saviour.

"You call yourself a leader?" she snapped back in retaliation, her voice raising slightly again, as Negan gave an amused cocky chuckle. "Those people down there are ten times what you'll ever be."

She was angry now….not even meaning what she was saying. But she just wanted to hurt him now. Just like he was hurting her.

But the leader of the Saviours shot her a bemused look.

"And what? You think you'd do a better job, Doll?"

But Blake took a step towards him now, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head to the side formidably.

"You made me into a fucking queen Negan, and I think given the chance…if they had a choice….those people down there would choose me over you, any day," Blake uttered smartly, lifting her chin up, her eyes meeting with his.

At this Negan stared her out for a long moment as the seconds drifted by, Blake noticing a harsh gulp rising up his bearded throat before falling once again.

But this wasn't the conversation over, Blake was sure of it, and as she predicted, it wasn't a moment later that Negan pointed a finger in her direction, turning to her.

"I swear, if that goddamn asshole even puts a fuckin' foot outta line-," he uttered in a coarse voice, digging into the side of his cheek with his tongue irritably.

But Blake cut him off, frowning, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

"Steve's fucking pledged himself to you, Negan…" Blake said in a frustrated tone, trying to reason with him now. "Why are you so paranoid he's out to fucking turn on you?"

They were just going around in circles now….the strain between them deepening once more.

But Negan gave a chuckle, shaking his head and gazing at her in disbelief.

"Shit, darling, are you really that fuckin' naive?" he uttered, cocking his head to the side and approaching her again. "This ain't the circle-jerk village-fuckin' life, Rick-the-Prick makes this world out to be. This is survival of the fuckin' fittest, an' I've learned to see right fuckin' through assholes like that pretty-boy out there."

Blake pursed her lips together, staring at Negan hard.

"Steve's not like that…" she uttered giving a gulp and biting on her lip hard.

But Negan eyed her smugly.

"What? He convince you of that while you're getting to third base?" he scoffed in a heartless voice.

God, he could be such an asshole sometimes, and Blake, right now, had had enough.

She blinked hard, scowling and closing the gap between them, jabbing a finger into his t-shirt covered chest.

"Do you really think that little of me, that I'd just jump into bed with him?!" she said tilting her head to the side, looking up at him a little sadly now.

But Negan just pursed his lips into a thin line, staring down at her, frowning.

"Well by the looks of you and him, you've moved on pretty fuckin' quickly, Darlin'-" Negan stressed.

But Blake took a step back from him now, shaking her head, her face filling with disappointment.

"Says the man with five wives," she murmured back in a hurt-sounding voice, a lump rising to her throat.

But Negan looked angrily back at her.

"Hell, I gave you the fuckin' opportunity, Doll-face," he said jabbing his finger down at the ground. "An' you didn't want to take it."

Blake gaped.

"Do you even hear yourself sometimes?!" she yelled in an exasperated voice, staring up at him wild eyed. "You know how I felt about you…"

The tension in the room was thick now….filled with rage….and anger and frustration…as Blake trailed off…unable to finish her sentence.

For her, the hurt was too much now, as she stared at Negan, shaking her head.

Both of them were breathing hard, those breaths coming ragged in their throats, as they stared each other out….

…until suddenly, Negan, frowning hard…

….looking like he so desperately wanted to say something,….

…but instead he almost immediately closed the gap between him and Blake…

…and before she could even take in another breath, the dark-haired Saviour had pressed his lips to hers roughly.

And, feeling so caught up in the moment, it didn't take Blake another second for her to react back, kissing him hard in return…

Fuck.

Negan's lips moved against hers hungrily, as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, desperation rising within her….wanting so much to taste him after all this time apart.

This was what she needed now. This was what they both needed.

Feeling the tension between them, drift away, with every moment their tongues brushed together…making the most delicious wet noises as their lips lapped against the others.

Blake immediately pressed her hands to Negan's taut chest, feeling her digits curl around the fabric of his black t-shirt, as Negan tugged her close to him, his calloused hands griping her hips hard…as if never wanting to let her go.

A warmth was building inside her now…wanting so much to feel his hands….his lips….his tongue on her skin….as she reciprocated…tasting every inch of him…

But Blake couldn't do this. She was still mad at him now…

Angry at all the things he had said to her… wounded painfully by his words…

And so shaking herself, her darkened eyes snapped open and she tugged her lips suddenly from Negan's, pushing him gently away.

Blake was confused now…pain coursing through her… her head spinning with how conflicted she was feeling right at this very second.

Negan gazed back at her, his face softer now, panting hard, giving her a frowning, questioning look.

But Blake just shook her head, her green eyes widening now in fright, as she gave a painful gulp…

…her heart thudding in her chest…feeling like she could cry…

….before suddenly, Blake turned on her heel and fled from the room hurriedly…

…before Negan could even say another word….

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