Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Twelve

After Negan's men cleaned up the mess of Sherry and Dwight, he sank into his recliner and propped his feet up with a heavy sigh while Harley pulled herself onto the counter.

"Well, I gotta say, I love me a girl that can handle herself." He spoke up, leaning Lucille against the couch before standing.

"You seem like a hard-handed man. You'd need a sidekick like me." Harley added nonchalantly, crossing her legs as she combed her fingers through her hair.

Negan chuckled heartily, putting his hands on either side of Harley's thighs and leaned in; his face was inches away from the girl's, staring straight into her blue eyes without either backing down.

"You're cute 'n' all...but I don't do sidekicks." He growled lowly, barely glancing down to Harley's lips as he leaned in a bit further.

She scoffed, nudging her nose against Negan's with devious smirk, "Good...'cause the last man I sided with tried to kill me."    Harley inched towards the man before her, uncrossing her legs as her knees braces his waist.

"He musta been some kinda crazy." He replied calmly, his fingers inched towards her thighs.

"Well, crazy goes well together."

Negan flashed his teeth in a smile, "Ain't that the truth, peach."  

Harley knew that such short time since Mr. J was gone was erratic to feel so close to another man; she couldn't help it as her hands traced along Negan's leather jacket. She rubbed her leg along the man's side as he leaned further into her.

She chomped her teeth playfully at Negan, her lips edging towards his as the front door slammed. Negan almost pouted childishly, but held a strong front as he barked over his shoulder, "What?"  His eyes never left Harley's and he liked it that way.    "Unless someone's on fire or someone's dead, I don't wanna hear it right now."

Harley almost glanced to see the look on the henchman's face, seeing if he'd hold his tongue against Negan's order. She tilted her head slightly to brush her lips along the corner of Negan's mouth, "Ya know...this is the second time I've thrown myself atcha. Doubt there'd be third if ya turn me down."  

Negan felt his body tighten in stern silent way, set in his determination and not ready to back down. "Get back to me later." He waved at his man, blasé about his existence anymore.

"Get back to him...tomorrow." Harley corrected him, a very devilish grin emerging on her face as she poked her tongue out to Negan's bottom lip, "He's busy."

Without a word, the man disappeared through the front door again; Negan chuckled evilly, his hands running along Harley's thighs as he succumbed to her kiss. He tasted her lips, her bottom one still busted, before trailing kisses across her cheek and down her neck.

Harley took hold of Negan's jacket, balling it in her fists as she blushed and giggled at the tingling feeling shooting down her spine. Negan wasted no time picking Harley up as she braced his waist tighter, leading them to the only other room in the RV. The bedroom.