Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Twenty Three

Harley ran her fingers through Negan's hair, pulling him closer to her  to feel his shirt against her bare stomach.

Just as he reached down to Harley's waist to wiggle her pants down, he heard the clambering of scurrying as Rick climbed on top of the RV.

Negan clicked his tongue then looked down at his fiancee, "Another time."

Harley pouted as Negan sat up on his hands. They had something about each other that made them act like a couple of horny teenagers.

"No." The blonde purred coyly, taking Negan's hand and sliding it up her toned stomach. "He'll be fine up there. Sweat him out."

He looked down at his fiancée with a slight grin, "Harley..."

She reached up to her shoulders, thumbing at her bra straps as she pouted at Negan. "I'm bored...play with me." Slowly, she rolled her straps down her arms until she crossed her arms to hold her chest.

The man growled lowly, watching his girl toy with him while on the job. He leaned down and dragged his tongue along Harley's collarbone, causing her to gasp at the goosebumps raised across her skin.

"Another time, peach." Negan promised, taking his other hand and taking a firm grasp of Harley's backside. "You'll get it real good."

At that, Negan climbed off of his girlfriend then grabbed Lucille; shutting the door behind him, he poked Lucille through the sunroof of the RV and yelled up at Leader Rick, "Ya get my axe, Rick?"

Harley huffed as she redressed herself, then grabbed her bat and gun before climbing out of the back window. She immediately grabbed hold of the ladder and climbed to the RV hood to find Leader Rick, resting on his back.

"You." She pointed her bat at the rugged, bearded man rested before her feet.     Harley made her way up to the man and kicked him towards the open hole in the RV.   "What'sa matter? Your day ain't goin' so well?"

Harley pressed her heel into the man's back before forcing him into the RV; Rick fell to the carpet with a thud and a low groan.  Negan looked through the sunroof to see Harley rest her bat on her shoulder and blow away her bangs.

"My angel." Negan crooned with a smirk, "Someone's tryin' to earn some brownie points with me, Rick."   He nudged the man with his foot, still looking up at his fiancée, "I think she deserves 'em, don't you?"

Harley hopped down into the cab of the RV, her boots barely missing Rick's legs before grabbing the man by his shirt collar. She rested him against the couch, running her hand down the front of the man's shirt.

Leader Rick straightened out his neck as he rested his hand on Harley's, quickly knocking his forehead against hers in a headbutt.

Negan quickly moved his fiancée away, sitting her down in a chair.  He shook his head at Rick, "Strike two and three, Rick! You don't bruise my peach, you don't hit my girl!"

The man snatched up Rick by the throat, his fingers tightening on his throat. 

"She was just taking a liking to you, too. I'm sure if she asked, I'd have let the rest of your people go." Negan tightened his grip a bit more until Rick started to squirm, "You've just made your shit day worse."

Returning to Rick's group, Negan forced the leader out of the RV by pushing him out to the gravel. Negan cradled Lucille over his shoulder, watching Rick scramble to crawl across the gravel.   

He looked back to Harley, holding a cold rag to her head as she stood up.   

"You stay back on this one, alright?"

The girl sneered before giving Negan a simple nod of comprehension. The man hopped down from the RV, watching Rick as he finally crossed the space back to his group.

"Kid, get over here." Negan ordered to his men as Harley hinged the door open and sat on the steps, wanting to view the rest of Negan's work.

"Kid, now." Negan's voice was firmer, causing the boy to scurry to his father's side.

"You a southpaw?"

"A what?" The boy furrowed his brows to the man stood before him.

"You a lefty? Got a good backswing?"

"No." The boy answered, quickly looking down to the gravel.

Negan pat the boy's shoulder and grinned, "Good."    He brandished his belt and looped it around the boy's bicep. He tightened the leather around the boy's arm, to the smallest notch then threaded the excess around in a knot.

"That hurt?" Negan circled the boy like a vulture closing in on a meal.

"No." The boy answered again, his hand almost reaching for his arm to rub at the chill growing under his skin.

"Should." The man clicked his tongue before nodding to the kid, "'Sposed to, but alright. Kid, go on and get way down on the ground, next to Daddy."

The boy slowly lowered himself to rest on the gravel, looking up at the brightening sky. Harley tilted her head, slowly bringing the rag down from her head as she watched with intrigue.

"Simon, you got a pen?" Negan held his hand out, waiting for a pen to be produced from one of his men's pockets.   One of his men put a permanent marker in his hand and Negan stepped over the boy then kneeled beside him.

"This is gonna be as cold as a warlock's ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm."   Negan drew a thick black line along the boy's left forearm, just a quarters way up from his wrist.

The man then dropped the axe from his jacket pocket, between Rick and the boy.  "Now, what I want ya to do, Rick, is chop off yer boy's arm."

Harley sat forward, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth barely hearing what Negan was saying.

"Now, I know it's gonna be a bitch. But we need it to be at an angle, so we can fold that flap over, give your boy a nice little stump."

He kicked the axe towards Rick, waiting for him to pick it up.

"Pick up the axe, Rick, and cut off yer boy's arm." Negan nudged his boot against Rick as the man turned to stone.

He waited for the leader to move, even Harley sat forward in anticipation. Negan looked to his men, nodding for them to move closer.

"Now, I want you to pick up that goddamn axe and chop off your kid's arm. Otherwise, my men are gonna kill these people, find your compound, kill those people. Then they'll kill your son and leave you for last." Negan leaned into Rick as he started to quiver.

"Now...pick up the axe." He ordered.