Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Fifteen

Harley squealed in delight, giggling at Negan as he kneaded his thumbs against the pad of her foot.

She playfully pressed her other foot into the man's chest as she squirmed, Negan having found a ticklish part.

"Ne-Negan, quit!" Harley squeaked, pressing her foot against Negan's chest as she covered her face to giggle again.

"Oh, did I find a little weakness in my peach?" He asked, his thumbs returning to the arch of her foot and rubbing them along her skin.

"Yes! Yes, you did!" She screeched, her face turning red as she couldn't stop laughing.

The next morning, Harley was woken by Fat Joey hissing to get her attention. Her eyes adjusted as she sat up, one hand pressing against sleeping Negan's chest as her other held onto the sheets.

"Joey," She hummed, offering a sleek smile to the robust man, "What can I do for you?"

Joey ducked slightly behind the doorframe, eyes fixated on his boss sleeping before looking to the girl.

"I-I hate to wake you, Harley, but I don't want to bother Negan with it, right now."

"What is it?" She asked calmly, sitting up fully.

"Dwight's coming to."

Harley narrowed her eyes as she slinked out of bed, picking up her clothes to get dressed. As she pulled on her henley, she turned to Joey, who had averted his eyes to the floor.

Picking up her gun from the bedside window, Harley pushed past Joey and growled, "Show me where he is."

Joey kept his eyes down, "A-are you sure? I don't think Negan would like it if..."

"If? You've got my back, the man's probably still not talking and I just want to bust a kneecap."

Harley grinned to Joey before adding, "Plus, if Negan gets mad, I'll just give him a pout."

Regrettably, Fat Joey led Harley out of the RV and to the compound cells, where Dwight was holed up. As Joey slid back the sight bar on the door, Harley squinted, peering in at the half-conscious man moaning on the floor.

She pulled her hair back before nodding towards Joey to open the door; Harley strode in quietly, a tall shadow to Dwight come to finish him off.

Kneeling down to the man, Harley took grip of his good ear and leaned in, "Negan might'a let ya go with a little burn, but you and I ain't square. I want you to remember these words, I want you to remember my face, because I'm not going anywhere and I will never let Negan trust you again."

Dwight could only whimper incoherently, not sure if spitting in Harley's eye was worth her putting a target on his back.

"And I know...you're thinking, why would she do this over a little spit?" Harley pulled back to look at Dwight's face, her eyes lighting up wildly, "Well, honey...I'm crazy, you know."

She pat the side of Dwight's face that was burned, with him releasing a pained wail. Harley stood and exited the cell with Joey closing it after her.

"We don't have to tell Negan about this, do we?" Harley queried towards Joey, close behind her.

Joseph imitated zipping his lips before locking them and tossing away the key. "Atta boy. Now let's go wake the old man up."