Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Thirty

After an explosive climax from the pair, Harley reached for Negan's white shirt and pulled it on, stretching it down past her waist. With a single finger, she poked at her man's chest as sweat dribbled down his body, causing him to fall back with a heavy sigh.

"Don't you take a load outta me?" He muttered, swiping the sweat from his forehead and into his hair.

Harley gently swat at Negan's raunchy comment before stretching her arms up to brace the sturdy bar of the canopy bed, "Don't act like you don't like it."

She teased him with a flash of her tongue, slowly pulling herself from Negan's waist and balancing her weight along her arms. Harley held her stomach to the bar as she looked down at Negan, the pair locking eyes before he tilted his head at her.

"Now how'd you learn t'do that?" He asked coyly, watching as Harley dropped from her stomach to wrap a leg and arm around the bar.

Draping her free arm beneath her, the blonde girl tittered and swayed lightly, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Harley reached out as Negan sat up, her fingers barely brushing along his gruff beard. The man pulled his pants back up to his waist, scooting towards the end of the bed as he tilted his chin towards his acrobatic girl.

He watched as Harley pulled herself up on the bar, bracing her legs over the bar before bending back to kiss Negan's forehead.

"Now I didn't know you were so flexible." Negan clicked his tongue, seeing his fiancee contort her body so carefully. "Don't you hurt yourself, now."

Harley pulled herself back up, perching on the bar before dropping herself down to her feet on the floor, "Don't worry, I'm careful like a cat. Well, kinda. I'm not Selena." Her voice lowered to a mutter as she returned to Negan's lap.

"Who?" Negan narrowed his eyes in confusion and Harley shook her head.

"Nobody." She giggled, running her fingers through her boyfriend's slick hair.

The next morning, Harley woke and snuck out of bed, leaving Negan to sleep. Pulling on her jeans, she tiptoed out of the bedroom, shutting the doors behind her before slipping on her boots.

As she stepped out of the bar room, Harley ran into Joey, stood by the door in wait.

"Where'd they take that animal man?" She asked, pulling her hair free of her pigtails to run her fingers through it.

"Who, you mean Daryl?" Joey asked, stifling a yawn as he scratched the back of his head, "The man from the other night?"

Harley grinned, "Yes. Him. Take me to him." She ordered, gripping Joey's arm in excitement.

"We ain't tellin' Negan, are we?" Joey asked, his lips lining together to hide his discomfort.

"Nope. He's my pet, I wanna play with him."

Harley padded her fingers along Joey's soft arm until he gave in. Without another word, Joey sighed and led Harley through the compound to the holding cells that once held Dwight.

He searched his pockets for his key as they slowed down to Daryl's cell door. Harley paced closely before the door, tapping her fingers along the metal door.

"Hello in there." She purred into the peephole that flooded a block of light into the darkness. "Daryl..."

A grunt on the opposite side of the door caused Harley to reach out and swat Joey in excitement, "Hurry, open the door."

Fat Joey found the key in his back pocket and ordered Harley to step back as he opened the door. As soon as the door creaked open, Harley slipped inside, shielding the bright light from reaching Daryl's eyes.

The man waited as he brought his hand up to cover his eyes while Harley rested her hands on her hips in wait.

"Daryl, the animal." She sneered lightly at the man clothed in a dirty white jumpsuit. "Who's been looking after you since you got here?"

The scruffy man looked up at Harley with a grunt before answering, "Dwight." 

The blonde narrowed her eyes, glancing over her shoulder Joey as he managed to shrug slightly. 

"You're mine now." Harley held her hand out to Daryl gently, "I'll take care of you as long as you behave."  

Daryl grunted, squinting at the blonde before reaching his hand out and grabbing hers. 

"Don't play me, Daryl. I'll ruin your life if you do."  Harley snarled lowly. 

She helped the gruff man up before an arm curled around her waist. From the look on Daryl's face, Harley grinned and leaned her head back against Negan's shoulder. 

"Hello puddin'." 

"Look at you, earnin' more brownie points." The gruff man behind her pressed his lips to her soft neck, "How's our boy Daryl?" 

Harley looked back at the grimy man before her, his hand still in hers. "I think he's coming around."