He's so- good at this. Not that Harley hasn't been involved with people twice her age, before; but experience didn't necessarily mean they got things like communication, and stating preferences and dos and don'ts. Slade, for example; sixty years old, and if she even tried to talk about the pair of them, Harley's pretty sure he'd throw himself out the window to avoid it.
A clink of her glass against his, and Harley takes a long, generous sip of her drink. They- whoever they are- made it with real champagne, too, delicate and refreshing and bubbling on her tongue, and the orange juice is so fresh and sweet it's like they squeezed it special, just for the glass. Damn, but she could get used to this.
"I like that you're open about it. Good for the ego, if nothing else. But who said anything about exclusive? Honey, even when I'm full on gone over someone, me and exclusive go together like oil and water." A catch of her teeth against her lip, and Harley's eyes drop in a fair impression of being demure. "Which is its own kind of game, in a more- intense dynamic, than what we're doing. Not one I play, these days, but don't tell me you never. Possession, and jealousy-" Her eyes glint up at him, from under her eyelashes. "They have their place."
The offer prompts a smile; and Harley makes a show of pressing her lips together, mulling it over. Finally, she drains most of the rest of the glass, and sets it aside to ease closer to him. Her hands nudge apart the lapels of his robe to find his bare chest, sliding up to his shoulders.
"I'm a six- for when you go shopping. And get something you like! I'm not too picky, as far as equipment goes- long as I've got something to grind against, I'm good. But for right now? What I like?"
One hand catches his free one. "I liked that night we went out hunting. I liked that way you got- all self-assurance and knowing what you want. And knowing you were going to get it. Give me orders if you want; tie me up; but it's less about the details and more about- well- attitude." She tugs his hand up, tilting her head back to settle his fingers on her throat.
"I want you to fuck me, Jack. I want to see if you can get me to the point where I beg. You're one of the few people I've met here that I think maybe's got it in you."
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A clink of her glass against his, and Harley takes a long, generous sip of her drink. They- whoever they are- made it with real champagne, too, delicate and refreshing and bubbling on her tongue, and the orange juice is so fresh and sweet it's like they squeezed it special, just for the glass. Damn, but she could get used to this.
"I like that you're open about it. Good for the ego, if nothing else. But who said anything about exclusive? Honey, even when I'm full on gone over someone, me and exclusive go together like oil and water." A catch of her teeth against her lip, and Harley's eyes drop in a fair impression of being demure. "Which is its own kind of game, in a more- intense dynamic, than what we're doing. Not one I play, these days, but don't tell me you never. Possession, and jealousy-" Her eyes glint up at him, from under her eyelashes. "They have their place."
The offer prompts a smile; and Harley makes a show of pressing her lips together, mulling it over. Finally, she drains most of the rest of the glass, and sets it aside to ease closer to him. Her hands nudge apart the lapels of his robe to find his bare chest, sliding up to his shoulders.
"I'm a six- for when you go shopping. And get something you like! I'm not too picky, as far as equipment goes- long as I've got something to grind against, I'm good. But for right now? What I like?"
One hand catches his free one. "I liked that night we went out hunting. I liked that way you got- all self-assurance and knowing what you want. And knowing you were going to get it. Give me orders if you want; tie me up; but it's less about the details and more about- well- attitude." She tugs his hand up, tilting her head back to settle his fingers on her throat.
"I want you to fuck me, Jack. I want to see if you can get me to the point where I beg. You're one of the few people I've met here that I think maybe's got it in you."