Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Eleven

Harley sat forward, her eyes lighting up as Negan threatened the couple before them. She sat up on her knees as she lowly egged on the burly man standing in the center of the room, "Hit him, Negan, hit him."

She purred into his ear, her hands bracing his shoulders as her eyes narrowed at Dwight, "You splatter that empty head all over the floor." Harley grinned as she nibbled at Negan's earlobe.

He couldn't help but grin boyishly, releasing a slightly embarrassed sounding chuckle.

"This angel on my shoulder's tellin' me that you're the lucky winner of Lucille, Dwight." Negan pushed the end of Lucille into the blond man's chest and watched as he struggled to keep his bound balance. "Better treat her right."

As Negan raised his bat to take a swing at Dwight, his wife spoke up.

"Wait! D-don't hurt him. It was my idea. All of it." Sherry turned her head down, ashamed, as she confessed. "She didn't want you! She feared for her life!"

Harley turned to Negan's opposite shoulder and held up a fist, "She shouldn't be the only one..."

Negan held a hand up to Harley, "Let 'er talk, Harley." Anstily, the girl obliged, sticking her tongue out to Sherry before she continued.

"I made the plan, I couldn't let her go through with it. I-I'll...."

Dwight immediately turned to his wife, "No...no, Sherry, don't do this."

"Shut up! It ain't your turn!" Negan grimaced as he barely glanced to Dwight before turning back to Sherry, "Go on."

"I-I'll marry you." Sherry choked out from tears.

Harley pulled away from Negan's shoulder, "Excuse me?" Negan held his hand up again to Harley, "Relax..."

"You're tellin' me to relax?" She growled, "I don't share, Negan." Harley took nibble of Negan's ear again, but harder.

Negan blushed at the attention, "I ain't gonna lie, ladies fightin' over me is somethin' I'd like to see, but Harley...relax." He turned his head as Harley pouted, resting her chin on his shoulder.

The man brushed his knuckles along her porcelain cheek before turning to Sherry with a deviant grin, "You wanna make an honest man outta me? We know Harley ain't gonna do it."

He chuckled to which Harley playfully sank her teeth in his shoulder; Negan sucked air through his teeth as he rolled his shoulder back, "Don't get me revved up now, peach, I'm workin'."

Harley raised a brow with a smirk before pulling away from Negan's shoulders with a squeeze. Negan turned as Harley rested back on the couch, draping her legs over the back of the couch as her head rested on the arm, before pulling himself together and clearing his throat.

"Alright...where was I?" He looked between the petrified couple before remembering, "Oh right! Your hot wife was askin' for my hand...in marriage." Negan poked Dwight in the chest again, "How's that make you feel, Dwight?"

He searched the man's face as he tried to keep his bottom lip from quivering as Harley watched Sherry gulp with a look of disgust. She narrowed her eyes at the woman, then brandished her gun and carelessly held it in front of Sherry's face.

"I'd change my look if I were you..." She chimed, popping her gum as she pointed one of her boots to the ceiling.

After a long moment of Negan hassling Dwight, he pretended to mull over the thought before answering Sherry, "Alright, I'll do it. Ya don't gotta beat it outta me." He chuckled, "But...I can't just let your husband...sorry, ex-husband, walk away without knowing what he did was wrong."

Sherry let out a shaky sigh, slightly relieved before realizing that Negan wasn't going to let them go scott-free, "N-Negan, please. I-it wasn't his fault. It was mine."

"Now now, Sherry." Negan held a hand up, "You know that I appreciate your confession but we all know the mastermind behind all this." He turned back to Dwight, still silent.

"Harley, baby, why don't you fire up that stove here? Put it on high." Negan snarled, "Let's get to roasting."

Harley hopped up and did what she was told, waiting it out as the burner glowed red hot. She grinned to Negan as it was ready and he picked up Dwight by the arm and pushed him towards Harley.

"You do what feels right, peach." Negan urged as Harley grabbed Dwight by the arm, "You show him what you're made of."

The blonde girl broadened her smile to a twisted one before grabbing Dwight's neck and forcing the side of his face towards the burner, "This'll teach you some manners."         Harley finally forced Dwight's face to the burner and his skin immediately sizzled. He screamed, screeched and flailed though bound while Harley checked her nails on her other hand and whistled.

The smell barely bothered her, having experienced worse assaults on the senses. After what seemed an appropriate amount of time and Dwight had stopped flailing as he passed out, Harley let him go, watching as he slinked to the floor in his back.

Sherry let out a wail, now scarred mentally and emotionally, as tears streamed down her face. Harley kicked her boot into Dwight's side as Negan waited, arms crossed, standing beside Sherry.

"Woo, remind me to never make her mad...isn't she cute like that, though?" He muttered, half to himself and half to Sherry. "Or something like that...."          Negan's eyes followed the curves of Harley's body as she bent over and poked Dwight in the shoulder with her gun.