Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Eighteen

Negan and his men returned shortly, with a quickly disappearing trail of the assailants; he made his way inside the warehouse, calling out to his wives from the first floor as his community surrounded him. 

Harley's ears perked up at the sound of her fiance, ready to leave the dreadful room of wives, but as they all stood and filed out, she began to feel less special. As she stood up, behind the assumed pregnant wife, a slight rage built up inside of her. 

As they filed down the stairs, Harley tried to keep her hands to herself, not wanting to act out in front of so many witnesses. Yet, the moment arose where Harley couldn't really help herself and she leaned into the woman before her. The woman tripped off one of the stairs, gripping at the railing before knocking down the handful of women ahead of her.

Harley stopped as the women behind her gasped, Sherry had sidestepped the tumbling women and looked up at the blonde.

The two locked gazes, Harley narrowed her eyes, mouthing that she was next, but only if Sherry crossed her.

Sherry immediately backed down as Negan's men rushed to help with the clamber of women piled towards the end of the stairway.  Negan rushed to the incident, only looking up to Harley, "You alright, peach?"

Harley pouted slightly, nodding at her fiance before continuing down the stairs to her companion.

"Don't leave me with them again, Negan." She muttered, throwing her arms around Negan's neck as he pulled her away, leaving his men to clean up his women.

Harley nuzzled her face into Negan's neck, trailing her fingers down the man's chest; he caught her wrist in his hand, holding her close as he looked down at her.

"Okay. You won't have to stay here again. I need you, Harley." He muttered lowly into her ear.

"Sure puddin'. What's the matter?" Harley peered up into Negan's dark and warm eyes, her free hand ran through the peppery scruff on his chin.

"We lost our watch tower team. Some scavengers..." He whispered, "I got half my men searchin' for those fuckers and I want you to come with me when we find them."

Harley hid an egregious grin, "You want me hold Lucille for you?"

"I want ya to take some practice swings at these lowlifes, okay baby?" Negan took grip of Harley's chin and smirked evilly, "I need my pinch hitter. "

Harley blushed, "You got it."  She leaned in and pecked Negan's lips with a grin.