I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches

The Lunch Break

Blake had had a pretty unproductive morning, unable to keep her mind on anything she was doing.

She had been out here, amongst the six or so other Saviours working on the garden alongside her, trying to tie a couple of trellises together for the past fifteen minutes, but getting nowhere, finally giving a hearty huff of frustration and dropping both panels to the floor with a clatter.

All she wanted, was to be back upstairs with Negan in that bed...not so much for sex right now...but just for the feeling of having him beside her....having him want her.

But Blake couldn't allow herself to give into him too much. What they had going on right now...well, it was just a little bit of fun.

And after what Blake had been through with David, perhaps it was too soon for her to be having a serious relationship anyway.

Having been hurt too much there...

That had of course been proved with Negan and the situation with his wives. And Blake knew she really couldn't contend with them.

So she would keep things casual. That way, both of them got what they wanted out of all this...and no one had to get hurt.

But even so, Blake relished every moment she spend with the dark-haired Saviour, besotted with every little thing about him....

...his scent...

.....the way his scratchy beard grazed against her neck when he kissed her there...

....the way he held her, so possessive and dominating....

But Blake, in a world of her own, barely noticed the two figures who approached her now, almost jumping out of her skin as one of them suddenly spoke.

"Hey, Blake. How's it going?"

Blake swung around instantly, placing a hand to her heart, her green eyes coming to land on Frankie and Amber.

Both women were standing there, hands cupped before them, with short black dresses on and Blake couldn't help but bristle slightly at the sight of them.

She liked these women...a lot! But seeing them, even now, after everything, just served as a reminder that these were Negan's wives....something which Blake would never be, down to her own stubborn choice. And although she was more than happy with that, it still stung to know that Negan, even now, still hadn't gotten rid of these women from his life...

"Sorry, we didn't mean to scare you," uttered the watery-eyed Amber, looking worriedly up at Blake.

But Blake just shook her head, removing her hand from her chest and instead sliding it down into the back pocket of her tight, indigo jeans.

She had changed since earlier, now dressed in a pair of dark pants, and a black t-shirt.

"It's fine. Sorry, I was just...daydreaming," murmured the caramel-blonde woman, offering the two women a smile.

But Frankie shifted her weight onto one hip, folding her arms and cocking a bemused eyebrow up at Blake.

"Oh yeah...about anyone we know?" she enquired fiendishly.

And Blake, at once, knew what she was getting at.

It was probably no secret that Negan and Blake had been seen together, especially after their run-in with the two girls in hallway yesterday, as well as Simon catching the pair in bed together last night.

Word spread very very quickly in this place, and that was obviously helped by the visibly far-more cheerful leader of the Saviours, strutting cockily around the place, without his face being as thunderous as it had been of late.