Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

One

Harley sat on the bearded man's lap as if he were Claus, the warmth from his thighs keeping her warm from her scantily-clad outfit.
"Ain't you just a pretty peach?" The man crooned in a sultry tone; he reached out to her bruised cheek and brushed his fingers against it, which caused her to flinch.
He raised his brows at her reaction and quickly pulled away before tracing his thumb across her busted bottom lip, "Who goes 'n' bruises you?" The man narrowed his eyes.
His men had stopped on a desolate road to pick up the pig-tailed girl, seeing as she was in desperate need of aide. If they hadn't picked her up, the sound of their engine would've brought walkers to finish her off.
Aside from the bruise on her cheek and her busted lip, he could notice the scars and scrapes along her porcelain legs, her bloody knuckles and slightly blackening eye. Whatever she had gotten into, she put up a good fight.
"He ain't here no more." Harley whispered, brushing the strands of hair framing her face behind her ears. "Those monsters got him." Though she was one to die for the man that she adored, Harley knew when he went too far. This past time was the final straw, taking up for him until he tossed her out of his car and left her for dead.
"Aye, it's okay...ya got me now." He smiled softly, patting on the girl's knees before rubbing her legs to rid the goosebumps from her skin, "Ya cold?"
Harley pouted and nodded measily, as if she were a child. The man shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it around her shoulders before taking off his scarf and wrapping it around her neck. He felt a strong need to protect her, "I ain't gonna hurt ya, ya know. What's yer name?"
"H-H-Harley." She shivered as the man sat up straighter and kept his hands respectably to his side.
"Hi, Harley. Such a pretty name for a pretty face." He slowly grinned, "The name's Negan. I'll take care of you now, if you stay with me."
"S-sure."