Blake let out a grizzled moan, feeling a searing shaft of sunlight hit her eyes, from a gap beneath the drapes across the room.

She winced a little against the light, snuggling her body down beneath the covers, pressing her face further into her pillow. But as she moved, she felt something warm and lean press against her spine and a large hand snake its way around her waist, pulling her backwards.

"Mornin'," came a husky voice in her ear Blake recognised at once, memories of the previous night flooding back to her, like a dream.

Last night had been bliss. Truly and utterly.

And between snatches of sleep here and there, Negan and Blake had made love twice more, before exhaustion had carried them to a dreamworld.

They had barely been able to keep their hands off one another, lips brushing against hot perspiration covered skin, tasting of salt, and sex, and the sweetest of ripe peaches…

But that lazy fucking, beneath warm sheets, had been well-needed, and even now, feeling Negan's stiffening erection pressing into her ass, the blonde felt a wetness spreading between her legs almost immediately. Her body reacting to his, in just the best way.

"Morning," Blake smiled back, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of Negan's lips beginning to attack her neck with languid kisses from behind.

She let out a soft moan, feeling a roving hand slide its way to the throbbing space between her thighs, sliding over her clit teasingly.

She gasped out a laugh, grasping ahold of Negan's forearm.

"Negan, stop…" she murmured, opening her eyes and shifting slightly to peer at him over her bare shoulder. Only to see that he was grinning back at her, tongue flicking over his teeth, looking mighty proud of himself at this very minute.

"So…" he said in a gravelly tone, that did things to Blake that a voice alone really shouldn't. "...you gonna get Daddy's dick wet again this morning, Darlin'? Make it an even four times before sun-up?"

But Blake pursed her lips at this, holding in a smirk. She knew of course he was referring to the amount of times they had had sex so far since last night, and she almost rolled her eyes at how insatiable he seemed.

"The sun's already up..." she said in a voice of faux-sternness. But she allowed her eyes to roll back, gasping out again as Negan's expert fingers dipped into her, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"What was that?" he teased, his other hand coming up and wrapping gently around her slender throat from behind, causing her to arch herself back into him, exposing her neck with a soft moan of pleasure.

Things had moved fast between them last night, but Blake didn't regret any of it.

It had felt like a long time since they had last had sex, the last time being back when Blake had been pregnant. But she had held off for long enough, his words, his charm, her longing for him, all making her feel attractive again for the first time in weeks.

It had been as good, if not better, than the many time before, and now it was like a veil had been lifted, Blake forgetting all of the hurt for a while and going back to being herself again. Stuck here in a blissful, dreamy world with him. With Negan.

The dark-haired Saviour continued his work, his two tanned digits dipping in and out of her a few times, before he pulled them out, spreading her creamy wetness over her sensitive nub instead.

"Fuck…" moaned Blake, in a whispered breath, pressing her ass back into him, causing Negan to grunt into her ear at the contact.

"That's it…" he growled, Blake feeling him slide a hand down to his erect member, positioning himself at her soaking wet entrance.. "...maybe jus' the tip."

Blake grinded against him again, hearing him give a groan, as the tip of his throbbing hard dick entered her, her sopping juices glazing his pre-cum-covered cock.

"Shit..." he uttered harshly, his grip tightening against Blake's throat. But this seemed to excite her a little, as she moved her ass against him yet again, repeating the motion, as his swollen head bobbed in and out of her drenched cunt.

He felt good inside her and yet it still wasn't enough.

And so Blake, with a shake of her head, moaning softly, sank back down onto him a little more, earning another hard "Fuck" from Negan, who let out a hiss, unable to help himself anymore, as he forced the entirety of his stiff cock into her, stilling his movements inside her for a brief second, savouring it.

From over her shoulder she could hear him breathing hard, obviously trying to hold himself together, even after their previous three sessions.

The bed smelled of sex and woodsmoke, and the most intoxicating scent of their perspiration mingling together, creating a heady sort of haze around them.

Blake might have thought she was still dreaming now, caught in this heavenly world.

That was until the feeling of Negan pulling his hips back, before jamming them into her again, brought her crashing back to reality with a pleasurable groan that synced up with Negan's own.

But Blake sought after her own pleasure now, and so lengthening her long neck back, she reached around, grabbing Negan's hand and replacing it around her one more, guiding his fingers down to her clit.

He obeyed almost immediately, his thumb sliding over her sensitive bundle of nerves, causing the blonde woman to tighten her grip around his forearm and give a whine of pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut.

And as though spurred on by the noises, Negan pumped himself into her again and again.

"Fuck," he said again, hissing out. "...feels so fuckin' tight."

Blake knew that was likely due to the fact that she was teetering along the edge of her fourth orgasm since midnight, her walls convulsing as she tried desperately to hold it together.

Neither of them lasted long this time.

For it was good morning sex that didn't need to be anything but sloppy, and warm, and oh-so fulfilling, both still glazed with sleep and grogginess in the early morning haze.

Blake cried out as his fingers brought her to orgasm, not his cock this time, and Negan barely had to thrust into her just a couple more times, before he was groaning and grunting loudly into her ear, lining her walls in ropes of ejaculate as her pussy throbbed around him, milking him dry.

They lay still for a moment, holding each other close, before Negan eased himself from her, as Blake gave a small purr, rolling onto her back.

The Saviour grinned down at her, coming to lie on his side and propping up his head against his elbow.

"I'm glad you stayed over," Blake smiled now, lifting her hand and placing it over Negan's stubbly cheek.

But the dark-haired man merely stared down at her, his chocolate eyes twinkling in the early morning light.

"Me fuckin' too," he said raing and eyebrow sggestively. "'Cause all that right there, that was fuckin' hot, as, shit!"

Blake smirked.

He reminded her now of the Negan she had first met at the Sanctuary, all those many months ago. Their incessant teasing and bantering slowing of late, but now seemingly back for good, or so Blake hoped anyway.

The blonde gave a playful roll of her eyes before dropping her hand from his face and easing herself up and off of the mattress.

"It was ok I suppose," she shrugged in a voice thick with sarcasm, causing Negan's grin to widen further, as Blake got to her feet, covering her naked form with the sheet and dragging it from the bed.

Negan made a growling swipe for her, but Blake merely squealed, dodging his grasp, heading into the kitchen, all while holding the white sheet tightly around herself.

She had got quickly to work, coming back in with a pan of water and placing it over the fire to be boiled, before replacing the burnt-out kindling beneath and lighting it.

Negan had disappeared from the mattress behind her, by the time she finally managed to get the fire going.

And when she headed back into the kitchen, she was greeted, through the screen door, by the sight of Negan's bare naked ass, as he stood on her porch, naked as the day he was born, stretching his long arms out above his head, giving a stiff groan to the heavens in the warm morning sunshine.

She smiled at the sight, offering him a loud wolf-whistle, as she pushed her way out of the door and onto the porch to join him.

He glanced around smirking at her.

"You smell that, Doll?" he sighed, draping arm arm over her shoulders as he dropped both limbs down. "None of that freaky-ass corpse smellin' shit here. Nope. Just some fresh air and a goddamn breeze across my nuts."

Blake pursed her lips, rolling her green eyes at him, still holding the sheet over her bare breasts.

"You're disgusting," she remarked.

But Negan just arched himself back onto his heels, exposing himself to the world.

"You weren't sayin' that when I was dick deep in that damn fine pussy of yours five minutes ago, Darlin'," he said eyeing her, biting down hard on his bottom lip and shaking his head, as Blake pushed herself from him.

"Disgusting," she repeated in a calling voice over her shoulder, huffing slightly as she disappeared back into the house once again, leaving Negan there chuckling loudly to himself.

After a meagre breakfast of weak tea, made from the now-boiled water, and a rather tarte apple each, Negan had reluctantly gotten dressed again, as had Blake.

They had spent the morning lounging around on the couch, talking, laughing, joking with one another.

And now, it was now almost lunchtime, the pale sun low in the sky today, but thankfully unlike the other days, there was no rain, just a dampness on the ground that not even the sunlight could seem to evaporate.

Blake, of course, hadn't wanted this moment to come, and yet here they were now, stood on the front porch this time, Negan with Lucille in his hand once again, leather jacket thrown over his broad shoulders.

It had been inevitable, and Negan, with his empire, needed to get back there. Back to the Sanctuary. Blake had also reminded him that Mia would probably be back there asking where he was too. And that had guilt tripped Negan into giving a groan and agreeing to leave, promising to return the day after tomorrow to see Blake again, if not earlier.

"Come back with me, Peaches," Negan said lifting his hand to Blake's face and curling strand of blonde hair behind her ear affectionately. His voice was low and gravelly now, laced with a desperate sort of longing for her now that Blake couldn't ignore.

But she knew she had to. For going back to the Sanctuary now...well, it felt too soon. And she didn't want to risk relapsing again...going back to the dark place she had no chance of crawling out of.

And so she smiled, tilting her head a little and sighing softly as she stared up at him.

"I can't…" she said in a gentle voice, pressing her hand to his warm t-shirt covered chest. "...not yet anyway."

This had been at least the fifth time he had asked this morning, and denying him yet again, certainly wasn't getting any easier.

He nodded, his eyes glazing the floor for second, before meeting with hers once more.

"Look I know I said I'd fuckin' come back the day after tomorrow, but how 'bout I come back tonight instead," he began as Blake almost immediately made a woeful, scolding face.

"No, Negan, I-"

"I can bring a bottle of wine I snatched from ol' Gregory's stores," he continued in a goading voice, cutting across her. "An' you can bring that oh-so-fine fuckin' ass of yours…"

"Negan-" said Blake in a soft ,warning voice.

And with that Negan let his head fall forwards again, his chin hitting his collarbone with nod.

"Alright, alright," he said understanding Blake's pleas.

It wasn't as though she didn't want him back with her again so soon. It was just the logistics of it, and how much gas he was using on her.

She was his weakness, both she and him knew that, but she didn't want him making it too obvious, not only to the Saviours now, but to the heads of the other communities too.

For a weakness was a way in.

And having someone try and take over, or stage a coup, was the last thing Blake wanted right now. Not all for the sake of them being apart just a day or two longer.

She knew it was really now or never.

"I'll see you Sunday," she reiterated, threading her arms under his and tucking herself into him now, holding him close in a tight embrace.

And she felt Negan hover for a second or two, before hugging her back, his strong arms wrapping around her.

He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head.

"Sunday," he murmured, before pulling away, blinking at her for a short moment, before the dark-haired Saviour managed to let out a hard sigh, turning on his heel, jogging down the two couple of small porch steps, and heading down the path towards the rickety garden gate.

Even just yesterday Blake had wanted to cry at her goodbyes with Negan and Mia..

But here and now, instead of tears, the blond woman managed a warm smile as Negan turned to look at her, one last time, grinning once more as he disappeared into the tree-line, and vanished out of sight.

Blake stayed there for at least a minute or two, hearing the tell-tale engine of a truck, burst into life beyond the trees, before returning once again into the cool house and shutting the front door behind her with a small snap.

The small white house felt very, very empty now, and it was odd to be alone again after the two days she had had in Negan and Mia's presence.

She pondered for a moment whether or not she should have gone with him, back to the Sanctuary, but she hurriedly shook herself.

She needed this time. Time to allow herself to heal.

She knew now that she was almost there, but there was no point in rushing things.

She felt better now than she had in ages. Helped by Negan, and his compliments, and his charm, and his reassurance, she was sure of that.

But Blake, with her long caramel hair down today, dressed in a pair of tight indigo jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, had barely made it into the kitchen, when from behind her there came a knocking upon the front door.

Instantly she rolled her eyes, a wide smile widening on her lips, knowing that Negan was probably back for something stupid like one last kiss, or another session with her, maybe up against the wall in the hallway this time.

She almost laughed to herself now, shaking her head as she quickly moved back into the hallway, pulling open the front door with a flourish.

"Couldn't stay away?" she asked in a sing-song voice, with both eyebrows raised, and a smirk painted over her lips.

But she stopped suddenly, the smile on her face faltering as she saw that it was not Negan that adorned her porch now…

But someone else completely….

Blake blinked a couple of times in shock, a confused frown-line fixing itself suddenly between her slender brows…

And Tara, who was stood there before her now, in a white and green plaid shirt, and a worried expression on her face, looked to Carl at her side for a moment, who today had his wide-rimmed sheriff's hat pulled down low over his missing eye, before staring back at her quickly.

"H-Hey Blake….can we..uhh...can we talk?"

Dun, dun, duuun.

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