Beauty and the Beast. (Negan.)

08.

She watched as he took off his leather jacket, leaving him in a white shirt which she could see his rather firm torso through.

She found herself biting down on her bottom lip, catching the jacket when he threw it in her direction.

"You guys even have shaving cream. Holy motherfucking shit. Like I told the kid earlier," he smirked, seeing her look at him again through the mirror, "I might just have to stay here."

Just as he was about to wipe the cream onto his face, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Blake?"

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, wiping the cream off on a towel, "Can't a man get a one fucking minute to shave this shit off his face?" He pulled the door open, "What?"

Olivia, who was on the other side of the door, let out a small squeak when he opened it and stepped back, "Blake?"

"I'm here," she whispered, moving to stand next to Negan, "You're here for the girls?"

Olivia nodded and she pushed past Negan to go into the girls' room, where Jenn was just waking up.

"You ready to go play with Judith?"

"Yeah," Jenn whispered, waving tiredly at Negan when he followed her in, "Hi Mr Negan."

"Just call me Negan, kid." he muttered, "My jacket, Beautiful."

Noticing that she still had a hold of it, she passed it over to him, the scent of cigarettes and a hint of faded leather hitting her nostrils as she did so.

"How about you come out and join me once Olivia here has taken the kids?" he whispered, lips brushing her ear.

Now, Blake would be lying if she said that him whispering in her ear didn't stir something deep inside her.

She looked up at him that nodded, watching him bite his lip before disappearing.

"Why is it, that I always find him with you?" Olivia hissed when she was sure that he was out of earshot.

"I wish I could tell you," she said in reply, packing some toys into Jenn's bag, "Have a good time, Sweetie."

"I will!" she chirped, running out of the door and Olivia gave her a wave before leaving with Emily in her arms.

Blake took a moment to compose herself, moving through to her bedroom to run a brush through her hair and looking out of the window, she saw a couple of Negan's men removing a pool table from the house across the street.

As she walked outside, she saw the rest of the community making their way down to where they had placed the table, the game seemingly underway.

"Here she is!" Negan said loudly, "The reason that I can't seem to stay away from this fucking place!"

Blake felt her cheeks redden at the comment and at the fact that everyone seemed to be staring at her. She stood by the table and Negan made his way over to her, holding the tip of the cue up in front of her face.

"How about you give it a blow, Beautiful? For good luck?"

She pursed her lips and gently blew, sending the excess chalk flying into the breeze and she did not miss the low moan that came from his throat.

"Now you, you can just stay right here beside me." Negan said quietly, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her close to his side.

As the game continued, Blake looked around at the small audience, her eyes catching Rosita who was staring at her with a look she could not decipher.