"Pants just mean you got to get creative- or flexible." This time the slow roll arches her back into his hands, and a low giggle escapes her mouth.
"Course we can do lines off each other. Maybe in the club bathroom." Her teeth catch at the corner of her lip. "Maybe even during. I'm positive you've been to that party."
The hazy grin goes fond, and Harley's hands slide up into his hair, mussing the carefully combed strands. "It ain't meeting you that's been the problem, Handsome honey. It ain't even so much the kidnapping; I mean I had-" Her voice stops, and Harley's smile flickers. "I, uh- it ain't even the robot thing, not specifically.
"You want to know what it is?" She leans in, her voice going low. "She fucked with me. And nobody fucks with me. Not a whole town of goddamned crooks and mercs who think I'm worth nothing except as someone's ex, and not some washed up, weather-based bitch who likes to play God." Harley's close enough now that her lips brush against Jack's, when she speaks.
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"Course we can do lines off each other. Maybe in the club bathroom." Her teeth catch at the corner of her lip. "Maybe even during. I'm positive you've been to that party."
The hazy grin goes fond, and Harley's hands slide up into his hair, mussing the carefully combed strands. "It ain't meeting you that's been the problem, Handsome honey. It ain't even so much the kidnapping; I mean I had-" Her voice stops, and Harley's smile flickers. "I, uh- it ain't even the robot thing, not specifically.
"You want to know what it is?" She leans in, her voice going low. "She fucked with me. And nobody fucks with me. Not a whole town of goddamned crooks and mercs who think I'm worth nothing except as someone's ex, and not some washed up, weather-based bitch who likes to play God." Harley's close enough now that her lips brush against Jack's, when she speaks.
"And I'm absolutely going to kill her for it."