Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Twenty Seven

Negan carried Harley back into the room, closing the door behind them before resting her on the bed. He picked up a spare wastebasket and set it on her side of the bed, then pulled her feet over his lap. 

"Pregnant?" Negan mustered, his hand swiping over Harley's bright hair.  "So you're carryin' on my name..." 

He smiled gently just as Harley did, swiping away the light dew on her cheeks from the sickness she just had. She slowly sat up, only for Negan to brace her arms gently. 

"I'm not broken, puddin'. Just carrying a baby." Harley tittered lightly, tapping her fiance's cheek as she flashed a toothy grin, "I'm still yer right-hand girl." 

"You know I don't want nothing bad to happen to you." Negan sighed.

Harley brought one leg up behind her fiance's back, her other tracing back and forth along his lap, "I'm a big girl, old man."   She leaned in to almost kiss Negan, only to pull back as she remembered her bilious breath. 

Negan leaned in, swiping past Harley's lips to press his mouth to her ear, "And what about that head of yours?" 

"No sleep until tomorrow." She explained, barely shrugging as she turned towards her fiance. 

"So, I guess I can't put you to sleep after another romp?" He growled sultrily into Harley's neck before pecking his lips to her skin. 

"N-No, Negan..."  The blonde coyly pressed her hands to Negan's broad chest.   Her fingers roamed down the zipper of his leather jacket, feeling at his burly frame with admiration. 

"Just a little neckin'?" Her fiance teased, trailing more kisses down Harley's neck and across her shoulder, "Up until dinner?" 

Harley squirmed in giggles as her fingers fumbled on the man's jacket, "Dinner?" 

Negan pulled away with a light nod, "Just a little feast. Afterwards, we could sneak upstairs..." 

"To your wives' room?" Harley raised a brow. 

He ignored his fiancee's comment, "get everyone else out, and have that room all to ourselves." 

Harley chewed on her bottom lip, wanting to mention the fact that Negan's concubines slept above her but decided not to. 

"I guess that'd be fun." She shrugged casually, cutting her eyes away from the man before her. 

Negan leaned on his elbows, into Harley's torso, "What'sa matter, pumpkin? That little slugger givin' you a hard time?" 

He lightly poked his finger at his fiancee's thin stomach before pressing his ear to it. Harley took that moment to run her fingers through Negan's hair with a hum. 

Harley thought about mentioning the wives again, but as her fiance's head was pressed against her stomach, she felt it didn't matter. Not now anyways. 

"He's too little, puddin'." She mentioned, looking down as Negan curled his arms around her waist and pressed his ear a bit harder to hear for a little heartbeat. "Easy." 

"Oh, so ya know it's a he?" He taunted with a devilish grin, "I will get a little slugger?" 

"No promises yet." Harley retorted with a light giggle. 

Negan pulled away from his fiancee's torso, creeping up to rest his head against Harley's chest, "Well then, what'sa matter?" 

Harley shook her head, "It's nothing, Negan." 

"Oh come on. Ya know I can tell when you're not yourself." Negan ran his finger along Harley's soft jawline, "Spit it out or I'm going for your weak spot." 

Harley's eyes widened, "You wouldn't." 

"Spit it out, Harl." Negan playfully demanded. 

She sat up slightly, taking hold of Negan's jacket collar, "I want that room, puddin'. It ain't pickin' favorites when they already know who's boss." 

Harley's eyes narrowed with a dark sense of power, which caused Negan to raise his brows in surprise, "I like it when you're bossy." 

"You love it." She growled, teeth bared in a smile. 

Negan lightly chomped towards his fiancee, "Damn right I do."