Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Six

Harley hunched slightly over her plate, the smell of food, whether good or bad, was intoxicating to her. She hadn't had a sense of nourishment since Mr. J decided to drive down a highway and not stop for hours. Reaching for the sandwich on her plate, Harley took a generous bite and melted as she tasted the grain of the bread and protein of the egg.
Negan returned to his couch, putting his feet up onto his table as he stretched out and set his jacket aside. He tilted his head back in a tired groan before kicking his boots off and shutting his eyes for a long moment; he wanted as much rest as he could get on the couch, knowing that it'd be that way for some time while he had Harley.
She enjoyed her plate slowly, finishing up her sandwich before picking at the vegetables on the side.
After she was finished, Harley gulped down the crisp water then set her cup and plate aside. She crawled across the bed, tilting her head as she looked at the door.
Harley wasn't ready to sleep, not with the monsters that clawed close at the compound gates, and she wanted Negan's company; she tiptoed out of the room and down the hallway to lean against the wall, watching the gruff man rest up on the couch.
Pulling down her shirt, Harley crawled into Negan's lap and sat facing him for a long moment, reaching forward to brush her fingers along his peppery beard.
"What d'you think you're doing?"  The man groaned, eyes still closed as a smirk grew on his lips.
Harley was taken aback slightly, straightening her shoulders as she pouted out her bottom lip. "I can't sleep, I'm bored. Play with me."
Negan's smirk widened at the tone of Harley's voice but wasn't ready to act on it. "As much as I'd like to, darlin', and you have no idea how much I'd like to, I can't. I'm a stranger to you."
She reached for one of the man's wisps of hair and tucked it behind his ear as she leaned into him, "I can make my own decisions."
"Harley, peach...please." He slowly squinted an eye open to see Harley's pout as she stretched her arms over his shoulders.
"Negan..." She cooed.     Harley no longer had the comfort of Mr. J and she felt cold, just wanting some sort of contact with another human that didn't cause her physical pain.
The man kept his hands to his sides as his eyes glanced over Harley's shoulder and down her back; how she curved into him caused Negan to think worse thoughts about her.
With a slightly uncomfortable chuckle, he leaned further away, "A-another night. You should get yourself some rest. With me, you'd be up 'til morning."
Harley raised her brows to Negan before grinning devilishly, "You really want to turn me down tonight?"
"As much as I'd hate to admit it..." Negan chewed on his inside bottom lip, "Yeah, I am. But you give me another week, and we'll see if you still want my company then."
"You know I will." The girl chirped before slinking sultrily from the closeness of the man's body.