Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Twenty Nine

Negan ran his fingers down Harley's back as she raked her fork across the plate she had been given. She stared down at her food, her utensil etching through the mashed potatoes before she scooped up a forkful and held it over her shoulder, towards Negan. 

"Here, puddin'. Eat up and get nice 'n' strong." Harley coaxed, biting back the gag from the smell of meat. 

Negan offered Harley a half-smile before leaning forward to eat all that was on the fork, "What about you, huh? You got two mouths to feed."

Harley scrunched her nose, "Not right now. This smell is getting to me." She whispered, not wanting to worry her leading boyfriend. "You enjoy this meal, you keep up that strength and I'll treat you a bit later." 

"Like I deserve any of it. What'd I do?" He egged on his girlfriend for praise of his recent endeavors. Negan's free leg bounced in anticipation, ready to hear his accomplishments right from Harley's lips. 

Harley combed together another forkful then held it as a finger lined Negan's rugged jaw, "You take all that you deserve of your people. The way you made everyone your..." She lined her tongue along her canines as she edged the forkful towards Negan's mouth. 

"Aww, come on, say it. I'm gettin' goosebumps, waitin' for ya." Negan grinned fully, playfully narrowing his eyes at Harley. 

Harley giggled lightly before leaning in to peck his lips, "Bitch."    She moved the fork to her fiance's mouth and allowed him to eat it. 

"You don't know what kind of power you hold. You, puddin'," Harley trilled, leaning towards Negan as she swiped a thumb against the corner of his mouth, "you are an Atlas." 

"Now which one was he? Was he that big guy on the mountain?" Negan teased, chewing his food carefully before swallowing. 

"Bigger. You hold, no...own the world around you." Harley purred, her free hand reaching out to comb through Negan's hair.    She pulled her leg around his waist and straddled his lap. 

Negan cleared his throat as he looked over to his wives, then turned back to Harley, "And how does that make you feel?" 

"I gotta say, sir," Harley stressed as she leaned in to brush her lips along Negan's ear, "power does a lot to soothe a girl's empty stomach." 

"I could get you a lot fuller some other way." 

Harley bit gently at Negan's earlobe, "Now don't be dirty. You just sit and revel in your kingdom."    She pulled herself from Negan's lap and held his plate carefully as she continued to feed him, up until he waved his hand that he was done. 

She swiped a side eye to his wives, choosing to ignore Sherry's grimace as she pushed up from her seat and stormed off. 

After the feast, Negan stood up and excused himself from his seat. 

"You fuckers eat up. Get your shit together and get some rest." Negan called out to his Saviors, taking Harley's hand and leading her upstairs to his room. 

Harley wiggled her fingers out to Negan's followers as they continued to dig in, then stuck her tongue out at his wives. Negan pulled Harley into the room, shutting the door behind them and locking it. 

"You want this room?" Negan asked, holding his hands out to the underlit room around him. 

He crossed to the bar, then pat the back of his couch before opening the double doors to his bed, "You earned it, baby."     He pointed to Harley as he winked. 

"I make the world my bitch, so it's all yours too." 

Harley pointed back at her fiance as she strolled across the floor, "Don't you call what I think you're going to call me."

Negan chuckled, "Oh god no. After the way you've handled Lucille, I'm not saying one bad thing about you."

He took a seat on the edge of his bed, kicking off his boots with a heavy sigh. Harley edged towards Negan, lifting one knee to rest on the bed.

She climbed onto Negan's lap as she brought her other knee up, her hands holding onto his broad shoulders.

"Plus, I don't think you should talk shit about the mother of your child."

Harley scoffed as she combed her fingers through the nape of Negan's hair, "How sweet of you."

Negan nodded lightly before reaching to peel Harley's shirt from her body. She reached inside her shirt, unfastening her bra before aiding Negan in peeling her top off.

As rolled her bare shoulders back, Negan ran his through hands along her soft chest. Harley rolled his leather jacket from his shoulders, pinning his arms back from touching.

Instead, Negan ran his lips along Harley's collarbone as he flustered out of his jacket then scarf.

Harley tugged Negan's shirt from his body before reaching down his pants with a innocent grin.

"Wh-whoa." Negan groaned as his girlfriend squeezed at his hardening member.

His stomach concave with a light shiver before gripping Harley's hips and huffing.

"Aww shit." Negan muttered, frustrated, before tugging Harley's jeans down to see tempting tattoos around her hips.

Harley unbuttoned Negan's pants as she sat up on her knees, allowing him to tug her pants down further.

"You want me?" Harley teased, gripping Negan's thick jaw as her tongue lined his inside top lip.

Negan nodded calmly as Harley finally freed him from his pants. She held back a hungry growl, lowering herself onto his salutation with a deep roll if her eyes.

Negan gripped harshly at his fiancee's hips, holding her close for a long moment. Harley curled her arms around Negan's neck as he nuzzled his face between her breasts; sinking further down on Negan,  Harley whimpered against his forehead before steadying her breath.

Negan opened his mouth in a full sated groan against Harley's chest, pulling her closer to feel all her warmth.

The pair shifted slightly, Harley wiggling her hips as she rode against her fiance. Negan clawed his nails in Harley's hips as he seethed in pleasure.

"Ya got some kind of power, too, Harl." Negan groaned, close to climax, "You could bring a weaker man to his knees."

Harley grinned lightly before tracing her tongue along his earlobe, "Then I'm glad I've got you."