Beauty and the Beast. (Negan.)

11.

"You better not get a wet stain on my fucking couch." 

Blake leapt up from the sofa again at the sound of Negan's voice, instantly regretting it when she put weight on her ankle. 

"You alright?" he asked, closing the door behind him, "Heard about what happened. Sounds like a wild fucking trip." 

She gave him a weak smile, noticing that he was carrying a couple of things, along with his bat, "Are those for me?" 

"Yup," he muttered, moving over to her and placed a pile of dry clothes on the couch beside her and a lovely looking plate of fruit, "How's the ankle?" 

She rolled up the leg of her pants, grimacing when she noticed that it was already starting to swell and the skin was starting to bruise, "Bad." 

"You're telling me," he muttered, "But I've got ice. Hopefully, it'll help the swelling." 

"Thanks," Blake murmured, wincing as he placed the bag on her ankle, "Where'd you get ice?" 

"I have my ways, Beautiful."

Laughing to herself, Blake toyed with the end of her damp sleeves, "This is an impressive place you've got here." 

"Thanks," he shrugged, crouching down in front of her, "Simon tells me you were out with a couple of others. Care to tell me who?" 

"Aaron, Carl and Rick." she answered, moving to pick up the clothes but Negan's hand stopped her, "Yes?" 

"How come Simon found you on your own?" 

"We got separated," she shrugged, reaching for a grape, "Is that for me?" 

"How?" 

"Well, there was a bunch of walkers," Blake said, taking a bite of the fruit, "And we cut through couple of alleys. Long story short, Rick said it was the best thing to do." 

"Rick's a fucking dick." Negan said bluntly, "You had nothing to fucking defend yourself with." 

"That's true," she mumbled, "But Negan, can I get changed now? I'm starting to get cold."

"Oh, shit, yeah, go on." 

"Thank you," she whispered, pushing herself up from the sofa. 

She literally took one step before falling forward but Negan was there to catch her. 

"Easy, Beautiful." he breathed, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. 

Her clothing was stuck to her body and he could feel the faint warmth of her skin through the thin material. 

"Negan," she whispered, looking up at him and as she did so, her nose brushed against his. 

"Shh," he breathed, his lips brushing her cheek, "Just trust me." 

Her eyes fell shut and she let out a shaky exhale when he started trailing his lips across her cheek, towards her lips.

"I can stop," he whispers, "Beautiful, you just say the word and I'll stop."

She didn't want him to stop. No, she wanted this. She wanted to feel his lips against hers. She was tired of wondering what they felt like. 

"Blake?" he pressed quietly and she opened her eyes to look at him. 

"I don't want you to stop." she admitted and he grinned. 

"That's what I was hoping you'd say." 

Her confirmation was all he needed to press his lips against hers. 

It was the lightest of kisses; she could barely feel anything but Negan needed to be sure that this was what she wanted and when he felt her put some of her own force into it, that was everything he needed.