Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Nine

Harley shrugged her shoulders back as Negan moved away, "You wanna keep goin'? We can find you some more walkers."
"Walkers? That's what ya call 'em?" She raised a brow as she tucked her gun into her waistband before bracing Lucille to her shoulder.
Negan nodded, "Yeah, darlin'. That's what they do....they walk." He grinned at the blonde as she brought her sleeve up to wipe away the heavy brain matter from her face.
Just as Harley shrugged in agreement to fight more monsters, Negan's pocket buzzed alive with radio feedback. "One second, peach." He held a finger up to the girl as he reached into his jacket pocket to fish out his walkie-talkie.
"Go." Negan ordered into his transmitter as Harley pulled her shirt up to wipe the rest of the blood from her face. The man glanced to the girl before averting his eyes, trying hard to not glance over again at her porcelain stomach under her evergreen shirt.
"We found 'em. What'd you want us to do?" One of his men muttered over the radio.
Negan chuckled and shook his head before sucking his teeth towards Harley and pointed to the truck, "You hold those fuckers, we're on our way back...but sweat 'em out a little."
Harley dropped her shirt and looked to Negan before following his silent direction and making her way to the car. Negan watched the blonde walk away, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he was hypnotized by the way her hips swayed.
"We're on our fucking way." He growled casually as he kept his eye on Harley, seeing her climb into the passenger seat of the vehicle.
Harley stood up in her seat, leaning over the roof of the truck as she called out to the gruff older man, "You comin'?"
Negan lined his tongue along his bottom lip as he made his way to the truck, "Oh, I'm 'bout to."         Though Negan knew he could wait out any longer for Harley, his patience seemed to be tested by her.  He threw Lucille into the open window as he looked up at Harley, "Aye, peach...why don't ya come down here and talk to me?"
Negan nodded towards the empty truck bed, "No funny business, just want a minute."
Harley quirked her brows up as she lined her teeth with her tongue then slithered to the truck roof before tumbling forward into the truck bed. Negan climbed in after her as Harley crossed her legs and readjusted her pigtails.
"You are crazier than a lark, you know that?"
"What is that, a country term?" She asked, unlacing her boots before kicking them off.
Negan scoffed, "Sure."
"Then I'll take it." Harley grinned.       Negan noticed a spatter of blood in the corner of Harley's mouth and he wiped it away with his thumb; he lined the girl's bottom lip with his thumb before taking gentle grip of her chin. Negan thought hard about whether he should go for it but Harley wasted no time leaning in to kiss him and leaping into his lap. The pair tumbled back as Negan's hand framed the girl's face, tasting the sting that came with her busted lip.
Harley wasn't sure if she could stop herself so soon, her hands pressed against Negan's chest; she took nibble of his lip and tugged at it with a light growl before pulling away.
Negan sat up after Harley before resting his head back with a wild cackle, "Like I'm some damn teenager gettin' to second base after a homecoming game."
Harley giggled at the man, wondering if anything he was saying was good.
"We gotta do that shit again someday, peach...took me outta the game fer a moment." Negan informed, honestly forgetting what had they were about to rush back to the compound for. "Shit....Dwight...and Sherry."