The hallways of the Sanctuary were almost always quiet at this time of night. With lack of much entertainment and long working hours for most, the moment it got dark, the majority of the Saviours tucked themselves into bed, filling the hallways with an emptiness...a stark contrast from the usual day-time hustle and bustle of the place.
And tonight, apart from a few patrols on the outer walkways, and a couple of Saviours finishing up in the laundry room….everyone else, including the wives upstairs and Mia tucked up neatly with them, was asleep...a hush falling over the old and dusty factory building.
But two people were certainly not asleep in the lateness of the night, their laughter and lewd conversation floating down the hallways that led towards the kitchens.
These two were nowhere near the dreamworld that the other Sanctuary residents were in right now. But in a strange way both of them were closer to that world, than anyone else….
For Blake at least, she felt more refreshed than she had in a long while. A new lease of life flowing through her, as she walked side-by side down the long hallway beside the tall and tanned Saviour, the pair of them teasing and banetring with each other to the point of almost an argument breaking out between them.
It was as though the pair of them now were finally getting the time to flirt and hang out as any 'normal' couple would back in the real world. Finding comfort and warmth with one another, something which neither of them had experienced for a long long time.
"Nu-uh, I do NOT have a thing for older men," remarked Blake wrinkling her nose, as she shot Negan a laughing look, as they walked. Blake on her bare feet, Negan in his thick black biker boots that seemed to clink with every step he took.
Showing off his line of perfectly straight white teeth in fiendish grin, Negan gave a shrug of his slumped shoulders, as he shoved open the large set of swing doors ahead of them, that led to the basement floor of the Sanctuary.
This was not particularly somewhere that either of them frequented often. The last time Blake had been here, was when she and the wives had stolen several bottles of wine and alcohol from the storerooms (the bottles of which were still not accounted for on the inventory list even today, forcing Negan to begrudgingly wave it).
"Well damn, you could have fucking fooled me, Peaches," Negan scoffed.
He was tonight without Lucille, Blake already noting the knife he had threaded through his belt on exiting their room, although his hands remained shoved into his grey pants pockets, as his eyes turned to look at her, lifting his chin in delight at the look that passed over her face.
For Blake's eyebrows had disappeared up into her hairline at his words.
"Uh, excuse me!" she uttered sounding scandalised, as she pressed a hand to her tshirt clad chest. "I have never been with a guy more than five years older than me, thank you very much…"
But Negan gave a laugh at this.
"Pfft, liar. I've got more almost a couple of fuckin' decades on you, Sweetheart, an' I don' think I fuckin' dreamt screwin' your brains out these last couple of months!" he retorted give an arrogant chuckle, which caused Blake to scowl and shot him a deadly look.
"I'm just saying," she said waving a hand in his direction dismissively. "I have a thing for you, but not necessarily for older men in general."
"Nope. You've got a kink, Doll-face. Don' bother denying it…" he smiled teasingly.
But Blake rolled her eyes, before a second later, letting a heavy sigh leave her lips.
"Hmmm, well maybe you're right," she mused, shrugging. "And, now you mention it….I have started getting all hot and bothered when I see John down in the gardens."
John, who was well into his early seventies, with grey hair and a wide smiley face, reminded Blake of a kindly old uncle rather than anything else.
But even so, Blake would, of course, play along if that's what Negan wanted.
The blonde woman gave a wiggle now, acting as though she had a tingling between her legs brought on by thoughts of old John.
"Mmmmmmm," she said in a simpering tone, pacing a few steps ahead of Negan and closing her eyes momentarily in a look of euphoria. "You know he really turns me on when he pulls out that handkerchief of his, to wipe his sweaty brow-"
But before she could say another word, Blake gave a squeal as she felt hands at her sides grabbing her hard.
The blond let out a carrying laugh that filled the hallway, as Negan maneuvered her around, backing her up against the wall behind her possessively, his handsome bearded face fixed into a wolf-like grin.
Blake felt her spine hit the cold corridor wall behind her, as she glanced up, the light above them flickering slightly, plunging them into a blinking darkness every other second.
"You sure about all that, Peaches?" Negan growled, leaning his face into hers, his fingers reaching up and threading themselves through her own digits, pinning her hands to the space either side of her shoulders. "'Cause, hey, if you really think ol-Johnny is the man for you, hell, I ain't the one about to break up love's young fucking dream."
Blake smiled back at him vixen-like and happy, as she ignored his words, instead, moving her head forwards slightly trying to catch Negan's lips with her own.
But Negan raising his eyebrows, pulled back slightly, cocking his long face to the side.
"Ah, ah, ah," he reprimanded her. "You've made your fuckin' choice. Now you're gonna have to live with it."
Blake, dipped her chin, giving a pout, but even so, managed to raise her bare leg, trailing it up Negan's inner thigh gently.
"You sure 'bout that, Daddy?" she purred out, leaning her head back against the wall, looking seductive, as she felt her heart begin to race.
The silence of the hallway was deadly, and Negan's closeness to her only served to make her chest flush beneath the confines of his oversized tshirt.
The tall Savior, pulled at his bottom lip excruciatingly slowly with his line of teeth, grinning down at her….but despite the intimacy between them right now, Negan still held off…
...not quite giving Blake what she wanted.
She pouted again, looking like a scolded schoolgirl, pinned to the wall in just a tshirt and panties.
But even so, the dark-haired leader of the Saviours gave a chuckle, letting go of one of her hands but still holding onto the other….before he turned on his booted heel…..pulling her from the wall and heading back along the corridor and through the large steel door that housed the kitchens, without another word.
Blake gave a whine, but followed along obediently anyway, as they entered the large room, Negan flipping on the light as they did so.
The bright harsh, cold lights above them flickered on, illuminating the sterile room filled with metal worktops and work surfaces of varying heights.
Various food items were dotted around in tubs and jars and bowls. And utensils of every kind filled every counter.
There were a whole mass of people who worked down her, toiling hard to make sure everyone was fed for whatever little rations they had.
Although lately rations and supplies certainly had not been a problem for the Saviours. Their store cupboards had been full to the brim of late, and the having the garden with an almost constant supply of fruit and vegetables coming in, only helped matters.
Blake even in the short time she had been here had never seen, even the lowly workers, more plump and happy, with even the minimum of points gaining you a good portion of vegetables at the very least.
The caramel-blonde woman detached her hand from Negan's, now heading eagerly over to where a small bowl of cherry tomatoes was sat on the counter nearest to her, popping one into her mouth and giving a moan of pleasure as she bit down, chewing the perfectly ripened fruit.
Negan stared at her, leaning back on his long legs.
"Oh yeah," he said waving a hand sarcastically in her direction. "Go ahaed an' help your fuckin' self to my fuckin' shit why don't ya..."
But Blake turning to look at him over her shoulder made a face, picking another tomato and popping it into her mouth.
"Uh, for your information," she said in a heated tone, with her mouth full. "I actually helped grow these. And, while we're at it, I don't see you out there helping our cause lately."
Her tone was teasing, but Negan gave a wide taunting grin of his own, marvelling at her attitude towards him.
"Jeesh, I practically built this place from the ground up, Darlin'!" he said, slowly strolling over and closing the gap between them. "An' for the record, Daddy's been a little fuckin' busy making sure his girls don't get their asses into too much fuckin' trouble, as they so often like to do."
Blake smirked, her hand dipping down as she reached for another tomato from the bowl. But before she could lift it to her mouth, Negan had grabbed her wrist, leant forwards and taken to fruit from her fingers, tossing it into his own mouth instead.
The blonde gave another playful pout at this, causing Negan to reach up, cupping his hand over her chin and running his thumb over her bottom lip.
"Oh, Peaches," he murmured in a gravelly voice, his long features leaning in close to hers. "You know when you make faces like that, it makes Daddy wanna do bad, bad fuckin' things to that mouth of yours."
But Blake, although she felt a dampness from in her panties, wrinkled her nose, and before Negan could lean in to snatch a kiss from her plump and inviting lips….she had reached up, pressing yet another cherry tomato to his mouth instead….
Blake hastily peeled herself from his grasp with a small laugh, as Negan growled in response chewing the small red fruit, before the blonde headed across the room to where an enormous dual-refrigerator stood, tugging open both doors with a soft grunt.
She peered inside interestedly, as from across the room, spinning around on his booted heel, Negan marvelled at her admiringly.
"You seriously ditchin' my fuckin' advances, Darlin'?" he queried, arching a dark eyebrow in her direction. "For dinner?!"
But Blake only offered him a warm yet simpering smile in return, as she pulled out a jar from the fridge, unscrewing the lid.
"For chocolate spread I am…" she replied, turning away from the dark-haired man once more and turning her attention instead to the jar in her hands, closing the refrigerator doors and padding back over the the counter in the centre of the large kitchen on bare feet.
When she reached it, she leaned her elbows against the cold surface of the metal counter, dipping her finger into the jar and lifting her chocolate coated finger to her mouth, sucking it clean.
Negan's eyes suddenly became very dark and husky as he watched her. Although Blake was far too preoccupied by the taste of the chocolate spread to notice, closing her eyes as she sucked another finger-full of chocolate into her mouth once more, savouring the sweet taste.
The blonde, like most others, definitely had a penchant for chocolate. But for some reason today it tasted better than ever….with Blake almost wanting to moan out as she licked at her sticky fingers.
But she had barely noticed Negan hastily closing the gap between them, and she blinked her eyes open to find the bearded man suddenly at her side, leaning his tall form over her, as he dipped one of his own long fingers into the jar….
Blake almost instantly gave a playful pout, holding it away from his reach.
"Hey!" she scolded.
But Negan merely grinned.
And to Blake's utter delight, he held his chocolate coated forefinger up to her lips.
The woman hovered for a brief moment, her green eyes flickering up to his dark ones that were now full of want and need...as they had seemed to have been a lot tonight.
And so, with a gentle smile, Blake had gently run her tongue over Negan's lengthy digit, sucking it clean.
Negan, right now, looked almost enthralled with her….his other hand slipping to her tshirt-covered waist as he pressed himself against her and slowly turned them both so that Blake's ass was flush with the countertop.
Blake felt her breath hitching in her throat now, as she held the jar between them, her eyes never leaving Negan's, even when he, without a word, hauled her by the thighs up onto the counter behind her.
Her ass hit the cold surface with a bump, making her squeak, but even so, she smiled wickedly, gazing at the man before her, as he glanced down into the jar that Blake clutched tightly between both her hands.
Neither of them said anything, but both of them felt the heat between them…..that desirous fire that burned hot and strong and primal…
Negan reached down, swiping two of his fingers into the chocolate, but when he pulled them out he did not bring them to Blake's lips, or even to his own….
…..instead, with his hand trailing down, he smeared the brown sticky substance across the soft flesh of Blake's inner thigh…
The caramel-blonde woman breathed hard, her green gaze drifting down to her legs, watching as Negan, almost obediently dropped down onto one knee, his hands reaching up and pressing her legs apart.
And Blake bit down hard onto her lip, as Negan pressed an open mouthed kiss to the space where the chocolate was, licking at her thigh excruciatingly slowly.
Blake's fingers tangled into his dark hair, her eyes rolling back in her head, and she didn't even notice, Negan's gaze travelling up to her from his waist height position….admiring the look of sheer pleasure that was etched across her face, as his lips worked their way across his skin.
"Negan…" she managed to moan out, as he moved his attention to her other thigh, pressing wet kiss after kiss to her sensitive skin.
The intimacy between the pair of them right now was astounding...with Blake's fingers threading themselves through Negan's dark locks...almost whimpering out at her need for him to move his kisses inwards to the damp heat between her legs.
But suddenly Blake paled….
….a cold feeling washing over her….as everything began to feel extremely distant.
Even the feeling of Negan lips on her skin, felt like a million miles away….
Blake felt dizzy and spaced out….
….like her body didn't quite belong to her anymore…..
….feeling like she was drifting...hearing her heavy breaths coming loud and echoey in her ears as she blinked her green eyes open...but found herself focusing on nothing.
Just nothing.
Not even Negan who had paused in his work, his eyes finding her face now.
And Blake barely even noticed him slide himself to his feet once more….just as the jar in her hand fell from her grasp…
...falling to the floor with a loud smash, sending the chocolate substance everywhere along with shards of broken glass.
But at the sudden noise, Blake blinked once more, the sound ringing in her ears, but enough to snap her out of her woozy state.
But she could only look up to see Negan's fixed face staring back to her, his jaw clenched and his eyes a picture of worry.
"Sorry," she murmured, her eyes falling to the mess she's made on the floor, but she almost instantly heard Negan give a growl as he rounded on her possessively.
"Right, you want to tell me what the fuck's been goin' on with you lately, Sweetheart?" he demanded in a low, hoarse, yet urgent sounding voice, as he lifted a hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb gently over her skin.
Blake stared at him. Her stomach lurching uncomfortably.
"N-Nothing, I'm fine I-I'm just tired," she shrugged, her eyes not quite meeting his.
But the frown that twitched its way between Negan's dark brows showed her almost instantly that he did NOT believe her words, dropping his hand from her face.
"Don' give me that shit, Peaches," he uttered, his voice slightly raised now, as his orbs searched hers. "Hell I ain't fuckin blind. I can see those damn bags under your eyes that tell me you ain't sleepin' right…you look tired, an' you're out of sorts….an' the fact you ain't eatin' as much as you usually do-"
"What? So you're checking up on me now?" snapped Blake suddenly, feeling immediately defensive at his words.
All this was down to tiredness….of having her hands full with Mia...of course it was….
But Negan lowered his chin darkly, his brown eyes narrowing.
"Don' I have a fuckin' right to?!" he said in a loud, exasperated voice. "Jesus, Darlin', sometimes you act like it's crazy that I would actually care about you!"
Blake just stared at him now… giving a dry gulp, a hollow feeling washing through her….pulling at her stomach, causing a sudden wave of fear, and pain, and hurt, to flow through her body. She felt tears prick at her eyes, but she willed them not to come.
"I mean goddamn it, Peaches," Negan said jerking his head back as he eyed her incredulously. "I get that your ex-fuckin' fi-an-ce didnt give a crap about you, but that don' mean I'm the same fuckin' guy! So don' act all high an' mighty just because I'm concerned about your goddamn welfare."
Blake blinked up at him a couple of times at these words. Hurt that Negan would bring up David like that. Using her abusive ex as a reason for her behaviour.
For was that all he thought of her?
Was she really just this scarred and abused little thing to him?...Unable to think and feel for herself without it harking back to David and how he had treated her?
But without the energy to argue with Negan right now, Blake gave him a sharp shove away from her, tearing her emerald eyes away from his, as she pushed herself from the countertop, dropping to the floor on her bare feet.
Her eyes avoided his now, as she shoved past him, being careful to avoid treading on the chocolate and broken glass strewn across the floor, making for the door.
"I'll clear this mess up in the morning," she said…..giving no more explanation of where she was going, to Negan, as she exited the room...not even looking back at him once….
...and leaving him standing there alone in the stark brightness of the kitchens.
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