Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Nineteen

Negan and Harley stepped out of the compound, making their way back to the RV as the henchmen helped the wives back upstairs. Sherry rushed to help the pregnant wife up as she couldn't find the strength, then took her to the physician.

The blonde hopped onto her man's back with a coy purr, clasping her arms around his neck as she nibbled on his ear, "So where're those scumbags off to?" 

"Somewhere down the route, probably back to their safe house...They ain't gettin' nowhere safe." Negan smiled over his shoulder to his fiancee. 

"My palms are itchin', puddin'. Wonder if Lucille will be kind to me the first go around." Harley growled lowly into Negan's ears. 

The man raised his brows at Harley before he grinned widely; he reached for the door of the RV and stepped inside. 

"Talk a bit more Lucy to me." Negan teased as he set Harley down in the living room and shut the door behind them. 

She turned in a circle with a giggle, biting her lip before reaching for the button on her pants. "Can't wait to take a big ole swing of her."     Harley taunted, pulling her pants down to her ankles and kicking them from her shoes. 

Negan bent down to pick them up and Harley pressed her heel into his lower back, forcing him to his knees. He looked up, one hand reaching up Harley's leg as he felt as her smooth, soft, porcelain skin. 

The man suddenly felt riled up once again, seeing his girl stand over him now half-dressed. Harley reached for her sweater, peeling it off of her body next and tossing it at Negan. 

She ran her hands over her shoulders then down her sides and across her stomach, "She's a masterpiece, you know. I love myself a good bat." 

Negan held back an impatient grunt, throwing Harley's sweater to the floor as he watched her saunter to the bedroom. Harley leaned against the doorway, biting on her thumb as she looked at her man, "You gonna show me how to handle her?" 

The man didn't want to rise from his knees, only crawled towards his fiancee with lust deep within his eyes, "I'll show you how to handle somethin'."          Negan rushed to his feet and scooped Harley up in one arm; she wrapped her legs around his waist and trilled, teasing her lips against his in a kiss. 

"Do it, puddin'!" She egged Negan on, ready to be taken as the man led them into the bedroom.

He fell on top of her, on the bed, his lips lining her throat as his free hand started to peel off her undies. Negan trailed his lips up to Harley's chin before they hovered less than an inch from hers. 

"Do it..." Harley growled, a dark look in her eye as her hand began to creep down the front of Negan's pants. 

As he shifted Harley's undies aside and began to free himself from his pants hastily, a knock on the front door caused them to halt. Harley and Negan groaned, suddenly realizing the angst building from their need of this release. 

"Enter!" Negan yelled over his shoulder as Harley started peppering his neck with kisses.       Her hands slid under her fiance's shirt, feeling his burly chest as she nibbled at his skin. 

One of Negan's henchmen made his way inside, turning away at the sight of his leader with his girlfriend, "Sir, we found 'em." 

Negan growled lowly, peering down at Harley as she still tried to undress him, "Where are they?" 

"Just an hour from here." 

"Then let's give 'em an hour with Bravo team." He ordered before hissing at his henchman to leave immediately. 

"Gotta make this one quick, peach. They found those bastards." Negan muttered down to Harley as she shifted his shirt up his body. 

She took hold of Negan's collar and growled sultrily, "Take me now."