There's a light in the crack that's
separating your thighs
And if you wanna go
to heaven you should fuck me tonight

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"Oh Blakey Blakey Blake." Negan cooed off behind her, she was just looking through a closet to find some sheets. And smiled as she hugged them against her chest. "What the hell do you need those for?" She chuckled, his inability to see that certain necessities already come at a cost. But for him? Luxury is already his daily routine, she saw that when she took a shower in his room.

"Sheets...Pillowcases." She listed, trying to reach up to the top of the closet. Only to have Negan come up behind her, reaching his long arm up with ease to grab them. "There you go...Doll." He spoke so very close to her ear that she shivered once again. 

"Er... Thanks, Sir." She managed to get out, and even he took note of her mere reaction.

His plan seems to be working out well.

"You know sweetheart, being number 3 lets you get near everything you want..." Even with that being said she hugged the belongings and shrugged. 

"But I am getting them now, right?" She said, stuffing it into her backpack and sliding it over her head and going to move out of the room to the next.

However, Negan had managed to get a hold of her hand and pulled her close. Lightly kicking the door closed as he engulfed her to push himself against the wall. "Sir?" 

"Just want a check in darling, where's Addie?" The frown traveled from herself to him as it was a quick chain of events. 

"She wants me to help...But they're fucking up so much..." The squeeze she had given him to his hand was a shocking release as she apologized.

"Oh I don't mind hun, if you needa get rough then so be it...And when we do get on back, I wanna hear that assassin story because I had a damn lot of bets that's what you were." She licked her lips at the conquest, narrowing her eyes as she closed in the space between them.

"You thought I was an assassin?" 

"Hmmhm, damn near mysterious darling. But you're my number two for a reason. It's cause I trust you." The authentic smile rose at the comment. 

"Good, because I trust you too...Negan." The way she had smoke his name enacted something more than influential as he reversed the role. Pushing her against the wall, his hands lowering so gently from her hand to her waist.

Her swallow was thick as the blush rose to her cheeks so fruitfully that it made him take a small inhale that so invitingly to crawl closer to her bare neck. 

"Say it again..." He ordered, bitting down on her lip did she give a small bit of hesitation as she leaned in up straight to his ear. "Negan." Making sure to pronounce each syllable to it's existent to make him suck in another breath.

He moved away, but only slightly. Enough so that they were facing one another, and in mere seconds had either one of them leaned to embrace the smallest bit of space left as their lips danced. Longingly dragging out each and every movement as privacy was being questioned and timed throughout the entirety of the day.

Yet when they finally did part, either party was out of breath and struggling not to continue. "Care to continue this when we get back hun?" 

"I'd like that...But right now I think I have to help them go find those two pistols..." He sighed, taking his hand from the embrace of her thigh and to his bushy beard.

"You sure you wanna be helping them darling?" 

"I don't want them to die. They're already sour about the two from a few nights ago...Anymore they'll try something, I can feel it." His eyes closed for a moment as he was too generally high off the kiss that he could say yes to anything right about now. So when she leaned back up for a moment to kiss him, he frowned when it was only just a moment.

"Think it's my turn to antagonize Rick again." She giggled, reaching for the handle of the door and pulling it open, only for either of them to be cornered on either side. Yet he was not finished with her just yet, he wanted to have her think of something. His deep humming growl conflicted just what his experiment pertained to, his beard brushing against her cheek and neck in pure damn temptation.

"Ne...Negan..." She managed to stumble out, and he so brutally made it worse. "Hmm? Did you say something?" Her head pushed upwards against the wall and more or less pinned her already captivated body further. "L-later..." 

"Is that a promise?" He barely gave her enough to generate her own aloud thought before surcoming to his husky voice once again. So she nodded, having him move away from his position, leaving her alone to hold herself up and without any more radiant heat.

With a few steady breaths did she pride herself into not giving him another look before rushing downstairs, away from the situation and off to more urgent matters than this sexual desire.

But at least Negan now knows that she isn't just a nun to the fact of sex and all the above like most had thought.

Blake had exited the house and found the growing flock of people off in search of the two guns, all of which were Alexandrian people as the King would've called them. So she followed off towards Rick to his own house, only to stop him before reaching the stairs.

"Do you really think the kids would have it?" She spoke out, her old self-brewing so heavily out that it shocked Rick to the point of a smile, or a fraction of one considering he was still holding the ratchet bat. "No...No I don't." With the space between them dwindling, she closed it on up to meet him closer. 

"Then why go to your house?... Go to the one person you don't trust the most. Or who doesn't trust YOU." Her words started to rally in his brain, and his eyes started to spark. So he nodded and quickly started walking down the road and off a few houses to an untrustworthy individual.

"His name is Spenser, his mother was in charge. His father built the walls." It clicked in her mind as Rick started looking in the most obvious of places to hide a gun. "What happened to them?" She questioned, getting her hands dirty as she dragged the books from the shelves and shrugged as he so simply jumped.

"Someone from the inside killed them." It was easy to pinpoint who was behind the wall the entire time, and she simply thought of Olivia and a few others as well. 

"So how in the hell did y'all get here?" She questioned, still looking and delegating with the time well spent. Negan wouldn't rush progress, and he won't kill Olivia. But he sure will make the next few days hell if they come up short.

"We...we needed to get someone to Washington." She groaned, shaking her head at the thought that Rick Grimes was foolish enough to think someone has the cure. 

"Lemme guess, you thought they had the cure, or could figure out the cure?" His eyes widened and the truth was out in the open and she chuckled.

"Seen a lot of shit Rick, but I'd never think you'd fall for that." 

"And you didn't?" The women shook her head, playing with her chained necklace and continued to look at much more sinister places to hide a pistol. "I knew the list of scientists, they were extracted very quickly...And I would've gotten to Fort Benning too, if the president didn't need to be evacuated." She whispered, leaking out valuable information. He was beaming with the idea of higher order, but continued to look around as well.

"L...Lori...She—" 

"Addie told me she died." She finished the sentence for him as she saw how much he was struggling to do so. "Georgia's a long way Rick, we lost a lot of people." The women said 'we' as in terms of the human race, and he so bitterly looked towards her in disgust.

"Who have you lost?" Her face turned into a pained expression, her mouth parted as it was the first time in awhile that someone said anything brutal to her. And here it was. "My team. I lost my entire team. I jumped from group to group all the way from D.C and you know what I got for trusting the wrong people? Exactly what everyone women fears when shit hits the fan, alright?!" She didn't have to say it, but damn did it feel good to get that off her chest.

"Negan found me half dead four days after it happened, after I slaughtered the people I THOUGHT I could trust." Her yelling became apparent, but nobody thought to be her as she sounded too desperate to be the Blake they know.

"We faced herds, faced cannables—" But that's when the cackling occurred. "Oh boo hoo, people eating people. Well shit. If you haven't noticed Rick, I dealt with that back in the real world ANYWAY!" His brows narrowed as he watched her continue to mess up Spenser's house in hopes of finding anything in resemblance to the two pistols.

For the first time in a while had a sudden sting elevate her head as her hand went to come into it's aid to hold her straight up. Rick, knowing full well of her problem. Attempted to go to her aid, but she held out her hand to warn him. "Don't. Just keep looking for the damn guns."

Where she was stationed did she go closer to the window, yet a creak sounded right when Rick pulled more books off the wall. Inhaling a deep breath did she try again to make that specific sound, and that made her fall to the floor in a hurry as she ripped up the air-vent. Something that should be bolted shut.

"Blake?!" Rick grunted off towards her, rushing to her side as though she was hurt. However she only grabbed her flashlight and looked down into the whole. "I need your arm." 

"What? Why do you—" 

"NOW!" And he came closer to the opened vent. Rushing to get the cans of stored food, even the bottle of hard liquor is what made her sigh, and yet...The small sack soon found it contents plopped down onto the ground.

Blake was about to say something about returning them to Negan, but Rick had tackled her with a hug before any of this could be processed. The desperation in said hug lingered, longing for the reunion on either side. 

"Please...Don't make this harder than it is..." She whispered, and he nodded into her shoulder. Someone how she always turned to be the person for people to cry onto.

And Negan was the first one to actual know when she needed his shoulder. "That girl, the widow...I don't know where she is, and don't you dare tell me. Just make sure she never gets found." His body had froze at the mere mention of Maggie and he pulled away.

"T-thank you." He whispered, and her sad smile erupted. "I can't help much, but I want this to work Rick. I don't want anyone else to get hurt." She spoke, hurrying out along the house but in mere mist did she hid the bottle of liquor in her backpack for safe keeping.

Trailing her was Rick, hurrying along to present the pistols to the leader. She have no doubt that Rick was going to have a stern word with Spenser, something to idal the report to Negan as well.

But as they were joined on the street by Carl, his eyes were pinpointed to something much more sinister. A girl, around Addie's age was talking to a Savior, and she looked in dear need of help.

"Say please again, little girl." 

"Please." Blake wanted to vomit at the display as she saw the pleading look Carl gave to his father, and the only reply is: 'they'll be gone soon.'

Yet the mere finger that dragged across her face snapped into Blake mind, if that was Addie. "DAVID!" She yelled, stomping her feet towards the scene as either of the two in her view jumped at her ordering voice.

"Hell do you think y'all are doing?" She ushered, her arms crossed and the fearful expression the three men had around the Enid was a death stance just waiting to occur. "N-n-nothing m-m-ma'am..." She looked at either of her given people and shook her head. Offering out one arm as he gave her the balloons and hit the road on order of her nicking head.

"Are you okay?" The women asked, and Enid who was transpired by what happened nodding. Still a bit on the fence on how creepy and convoluted it was of them. 

"Here...I need a favor." The tone of calm and kindness still shocked Enid and she nodded hysterically. "Go find Addie, and tell her that her mother loves her...And to stay safe." Enid struggled to find her breath, and smiled so greatly to the women once again before running off to find the girl in question.

"What you got for me, Rick?" Negan called out, laughing so huskily like before as his eyes glanced to see Blake back to having a stick up her ass. Not that he minded, but it was still a sight to see. "Well, would you look at that? They were here all along. Funny how a little 'holy shit! Somebody's gonna die!' Lights a fire under everybody's ass!... So tell me, Rick—Which one of your fine folks almost cost Olivia the rest of her days?" Negan questioned, but Rick just shrugged it off.

"It doesn't matter anymore." 

"No, it matters. See, you need to get everybody on board. Everybody. Or...We just go right back to square one..." He rang, allowing all the trucks to start heading on out. And it was pure bliss to see the amount of order, but the smile Dwight gave to Blake after seeing the van allowed the share expression.

That they've gotten the bike back.

"Told you...You wanna ride back with me?" The question rang thick in the air as Negan was gritting his teeth at the idea. It never bothered him before how she would respond to such a request. 

"Fuck yeah...You owed me a ride." She spoke, and most importantly. This was Dwight's payback for Negan taking his wife to be his own.

"Hell of a place you got here, Rick..." Negan noticed Rick's eyes glancing elsewhere, and the way Blake stood up straight to zone in on the women on the other side. She definitely had a weapon on her back.

She winked twice and that was clearly a signal for something, which luckily for Rick. Matched up to one another. "Give me a second." But Negan wasn't budging, he wanted begging.

So that is exactly what Grimes would give him, as instructed by Blake to follow through with every order. "Please, can you just...Give me a second?" Negan just smiled at the end, not saying a word but allowing it.

Yet the demanding finger point beckoned to her as she continued to walk on over. "See who it was?" 

"Women. African American, she had a duffle bag behind her...That camera will give us names, relations...Hopefully..." Her ideas were being listed, and the anger that he felt from before dwindled so much as he stared at her.

"Sounds like you have a busy night tonight darling." The second Blake's lips perked, he felt the amount of confidence she had in herself at that very moment. 

"I suppose, but I found a nice bottle of something in one of the houses...Thought you'd wanna share the loot...Sir." She whispered up, glancing to where Rick had gone to where the women was. Knowing full well she had another minute left of this conversation.

"I mean...I can share it with Arat and watch the videos. But I liked the idea you suggested." She continued, and for whatever reason or another he thought she was starting to move away. His possessive side surfaced as he grabbed her forearm, not roughly, but enough to make her jump in attention. 

"Nah darlin'...You're sharing that with me." He spoke, diminishing the fear that sparked in her eyes, and extinguished in a moment after hearing his voice.

"Good...'m glad." His side smirk rallied at the sound of her voice, but seeing as how Rick was returning with the women, who looked reluctant to be shown. But she did give credit for the deer over her shoulders as she paraded the place. 

"Look at this!" Negan exclaimed, yet Michonne's eyes glanced from Negan, to Daryl. To Blake.

And lingered far too long for her liking, that a bullet in her brain would be perfect right about this moment.

"I thought she was scavenging. She was hunting. This one never came inside. We kept it near the line." Rick spoke, and it allowed a relieving sigh to escape her lungs. Even if the determined gaze from Rick's girlfriend was still pinned to Blake's forehead.

"Look at this. This is something to build a relationship on. Good for you Rick, this is reading the room and getting the message. I've said it before, I'm gonna say it again. You sir...Are special." The praise was high, and he looked back to see Blake's reaction to such a nice thing to say. But she was too busy look off somewhere else, her narrow brows in thought for a moment.

He'd catch her at times doing this, not that she was ever THAT absent-minded. But her hyperactive mind would overwhelm her own self to the point of drifting off, he took note of that for a second and would seemingly ask her later.

"Now that you know we can follow your rules..." Negan hopped at this opportunity to grind Rick further into the ground, his head so submissive to the man of the hour that he unctuously spoke. 

"Yes?" Singing the phrase until finally Rick popped his up.

"I'd like to ask you if Daryl can stay." Negan just quickly shut the question down, but the stare was tempting. More so as Blake was still in her overthinking mind. 

"You know what? I don't know...Maybe Daryl can plead his case. Maybe Daryl can sway me...Daryl?" Dixon just cowered further down in utter fear. Just making Negan laugh to a new state of power.

"It's amazing what darling can do over here...She's smart you know...Course you know that. Well, you tried." Rick was stunned that it was Blake herself who inflicted that to Daryl, but it wasn't. Not intently, she made those tortures for others and prisoners.

"Now what you got to do is get over that tall wall of yours and try harder out there. Earn for me. Because we're coming back soon, and when we do, you better have something interesting for us, or Lucille, she's gonna have her way...I want you to hear that again..." The warning and sound of Negan's voice bellowed into her mind, she was just thinking about Addie for a moment. How she was about to leave without saying goodbye.

"...If you don't have something interesting for us...somebodies gonna die. And no more magic guns." He ordered, it was time this place lacked the brute force of whichever sort of army leverage. Now they were just a wall.

But Blake knew better.

"Arat, grab that deer. It's getting late. Let's go home!" Michonne dropped the deer from her shoulders and glared to Blake, as it was the only person in the lot that wouldn't hurt her. But the women beside Negan was deathly terrifying. So much so she regretted it after almost staring into the witch's soul.

"Man, I love a gal that buys me dinner and doesn't expect me to put out." Negan was now just behind Rick as the man was watching his girlfriend walk off into the distance away from the commotion. Yet the way the big guy looked off to his newest project, she felt her cheeks flare up. And that only made him cockier than ever.

"...I'll go get Addie." Rick spoke, his eyes looking behind him to Blake and she shook her head. "That won't be necessary." She growled, seeing Dwight getting ready with Daryl's bike made her hand off her sniper off towards Arat who knew it was hers. 

"You sure doll?" Her nod was quick and tempted, but after glancing to him for a moment her attention looked to Rick.

"But I swear, if there is a fucking scratch on her head..." Her voice was dripping with vengeance on a future date, but Rick was quickly dealing with a new task of keeping Addie in check.

More difficult than one would care to admit.

"See you at home sir..." She sang, winking and returning back towards Dwight as he was already sitting on the ride. It roared in delight, and she threw her leg on over to the side to sit behind him. 

"You can have it back...Just say the word." Dwight spoke, but shrugged it off when Daryl didn't have anything more.

"Guess not today D." She cooed, and something sparked in Daryl's eyes as he peered from underneath that as he watched Rory. HIS Rory, glancing between him and Dwight. Before finally zooming off into the distance past Negan and the rest of the mess back in Alexandrea.

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