Beauty and the Beast. (Negan.)

12.

Blake stared across the desk at him, watching as he sunk down into the seat and closed his eyes. The bottle of scotch now had a good amount out of it and she was rather content. 

"I can feel your fucking eyes on me, Beautiful." Negan mumbled, causing a knot to form in her stomach, "Got something on your mind?" 

"You got any cards?" she asked, catching him off guard but he opened one of the drawers and dug around for a bit until he felt the box, which he tossed onto the desktop. 

He leant forward, watching her fumbling around trying to get them open, "What are we playing?" 

"Snap," she answered immediately, "Simple, yes but also fun. Winner asks loser a question." 

He smirked, "All right, Beautiful but I gotta warn you, I have quick reflexes."

She started dealing the cards, "I'm sure I'll be fine." 

"I want to make it more interesting," Negan smirked, "How about if I win a round, you take off some clothes?" 

"Not gonna happen," Blake said instantly, narrowing her eyes at her as she leant forward, "Loser takes a drink." 

"You're so lame," he teased but agreed anyway. He wanted to see her shit faced. 

So the game began, the two of the focusing on the cards in front of them and it wasn't long until she had won the first round. 

"Drink up." she smiled, watching as he expertly brought the glass to his lips and downed what was left in it. 

The two adults continued playing the childish games for several more rounds and soon, the whiskey was finished but the games, those were not. 

"Snap!" they both slapped their hands down onto the cards, Blake's under his and he smirked. 

"No fair!" she whined, "I won that one." 

"Seeing as my hand is under yours, I sincerely fucking doubt that and it seems, Beautiful, that we are out of whiskey."

His hand, that was still under hers, suddenly moved, moving so he could hold her hand lightly in his and she kept her eyes on them as his thumb rubbed over her skin. 

She groaned, making him frown, "What's wrong?"

"This is why I'm confused!" she exclaimed, "You...you're so mean and scary and it makes me want to hate you but then when you're with me, you're sweet, you're kind, you're gentle and god! You make me so confused. And...no, don't do that..." 

As she was talking, he raised her hand to his lips so he could kiss the back of it. Just like they had first met. 

Negan smiled at her, a genuine smile; not one of the cocky smirks that he put on for everyone else, "Why not?" 

"Because it's making me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling." 

~*~

After her confession, Blake decided that they should call it a night and so Negan walked her to what he knew was an empty room, leaving her with a kiss on the cheek before departing and Blake fell into the soft bed, falling asleep almost instantly. 

Morning came sooner that she would have liked it to and she took note that the rain from last night was still currently battering the windows and she could hear the wind whistling. 

She had a dull pain in the back of her skull and all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep all day. 

But no, someone clearly wasn't on her side as there were three loud knocks on her door. 

"Beautiful? You awake in there?"

She let out a muffled groan and sat up just as the door opened and she noticed that he had a troubled look on his face. 

"You're here to tell me you can't take me home today, aren't you?" she guessed. 

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, "I know you want to see your kids but-" 

"It's okay," she said, giving him a weak smile, "I get it..I just don't know what Rick or anyone else might have told the girls." 

"How's your ankle?" Negan asked, moving further into the room and letting the door shut behind him "Mind if I take a look." 

She threw back the blankets and he crouched down to inspect it, "You a doctor before?"

He laughed, shaking his head as he stood up, "Far from it. A coach." 

Blake's eyes widened, "A coach? With...with kids? You? You don't seem like the type." 

"Believe me," he said, "I'm not. Fucking hated it. But it payed the bills and I had a lot of bills to fucking pay-" He stopped suddenly, clearing his throat, "You don't want to hear about that though."

"I do," Blake whispered as he took a seat on the bed beside her, their legs brushing, "I want to know about your life before." 

Negan stared down at her, into her stunning green eyes and he had to stop himself from kissing her again. 

"I want to know." she repeated, giving him a smile. 

"Like I said before. A story for another time." 

"I had to try," she giggled, looking down at her foot, "How's the diagnosis, doc?" 

He reached over and looked at her ankle again, "Well the swelling has gone down. I think you got lucky. You think you can manage a tour?" 

She rolled her ankle a couple of times before looking up at him, "I think so. As long as there isn't too many stairs." 

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short filler chapter :)