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The grin tugs wider on her face when Jack moves under her; and she settles with him, fingertips setting up a slow, stroking motion along the back of his neck.

"This might be a good time to get all the players together, actually. Do some planning. With you I got- five people, in mind. And any more than that can't agree on ass all anyway. But since She's definitiely not here- we can talk all we want, and she won't know fuck all."

The last hit on the joint, and Harley reaches to stub out the remains in the ashtray nearby. Then she stretches; arms up, shoulders back, head rolling on her neck. It's to enjoy the feeling of two human arms again, as much as to savour the high amping up to thrill through her veins.

"What do you think, Handsome? If I set up a Council of Elrond night for Operation Bake Sale, would you be in?" There's a stifled snort. "That's my code, for plan Kill That Fog Fuck. Uncrackable, ain't it?"

"Mmmm....oooh, I dunno. Didn't realize this was a multi-player operation, I don't really do well working with groups, had some bad experiences, lots of getting stabbed in the back or almost assassinated..."

Jack sucks in air between his teeth. He hasn't done the group project thing since Elpis, and that...well, that's why he's wearing a mask these days.

"Plus you know I got trust issues, and you know I like calling the shots. And I don't like people trying to make suggestions or get their hands all up in stuff I'm building. You got a team to work under us, maybe. Depending on who we're talking about. Cuz I mean it, sweetheart, I'm only in if we do this my way. My way works, I know it does. Anybody jumps the gun or some crap, we're screwed."

"Oh, Jack, honey- no one's getting in your way on the tech stuff. I'll make sure of it." She brushes one fingertip against the tip of his nose; then lets it trail down further, brushing over his lips. "... Christ, you got a mouth some people pay thousands for, you know that?"

What were they talking about? Right, the plan!

"Okay- no meetings. Or I can meet with 'em on my own, nothing wrong with that. But they're people with gumption, ideas- and the way I hear it, those tunnels under the city can get pretty weird. Might be we need the backup. And I know we'll need it with Miss Priss. I've taken on fake gods before; you can't run that as a solo mish."

His skin- mask included- is warm, under her fingertips; and everything's tingling in the best kind of way. Harley draws in a breath, slow and deep, and melts a little further back into the chair, into Jack's warm, soft frame. "... I don't know where you got it, baby, but that is some good kush."

"No, no, if these are the people we're gonna be relying on to have our backs, I wanna know exactly who we're dealing with. And they're responsible for themselves, far as I'm concerned, anybody but you and me's disposable. It's not like dying is any big deal around here."

He'll treat them like he treats any team under him. They're a means to an end.

He chuckles and parts his lips, closing them briefly over Harley's fingertip because he can.

"But I feel the need to mention I did manage to control a god-like being before, and that was a solo expedition. But again...a decade of doing my homework beforehand." And all his space tech and other aces up his sleeves. But he'd done it, is the point.

"Oh yeah, they got good shit around here. You do coke? It's more an evening drug, but I do love me some good pure cocaine! Snort a few bumps, go out dancing..."

There's a hum of approval, and the way his lips catch her hands; but it's the last suggestion that really makes Harley's eyes light up. She shifts in the seat, turning until she's straddling Jack's lap proper, hands in his hair and tugging his head backwards.

"God damnit, Jackie-O, why are you so freakin' perfect?" This time it's Harley's teeth that catch against his lip- not hard enough to hurt, she still remembers that comment about the shock collars- just hard enough to feel. "Uh, yeah I want to snort coke and go dancing. That's like one of my favourite things."

It's getting hard to remember the conversation; harder to keep that focus, which she has so much skin she can touch now. Her hips shift against him achingly slow.

"You want the names? Or we planning our date night? For you, I might even wear a dress."

"We're planning date night, god murder talk when we're sober. Can I snort coke off of you? Cuz I love doing that. And I figure the answer's 'yes' cuz we...holy shit, baby doll, we really are a fantastically matched pair of people. You can snort it offa me." He grins wider, fingers at the bare skin at the small of her back.

"I know getting kidnapped to another dimension and biologically altered into a different species sucks bullymong balls, but ya did get to meet me! And there's no other way that was gonna happen, we're separated by a thousand years at least."

And it's so great they do get to meet and do their thing together. Jack's met a lot of cool people, a lot of great chicks here, but Harley...she's kinda like Lu. She's special. A cut above the rest, just right on the same wavelength.

"And you should wear a dress, just because club bathroom sex is way easier with a skirt involved."

"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.

"And I'm absolutely going to kill her for it."

"I can respect that! Respect the hell out of that, and I am here to help you live your dream. But hey...all that aside, you still get a whole world that only knows you for you. None of that baggage is here, you're Harley Quinn: Woman Unleashed! Hell, even if we can't bring down Foggy, you can still be a friggin queen here!"

Because contingency plans need to be there. And the options overall are pretty sweet ones. But he gets it, he really does. He's not too fond of being fucked with either, but past experience has made him wary and healthily cautious.

But damn is Harley hot when she's talking about revenge!

"Hell, that's what I decided I'm gonna do. I was a king...I'm gonna be one again. Gonna trade with the coin witch, get myself a castle and a city. Why the hell not? Who's gonna stop me?"

Abso-fucking-lutely nobody.

... At that, Harley pulls away enough give him a good look. "No way. No way. You can't just- make a city full of loyal subjects... can you?"

A hyena was one thing. Your own freaking city state?

"You can buy one! You gotta round up your own subjects, but again...buyable. People'll live anywhere if they get paid to move there!"

He's done it before, he'll do it again.

"Who's gonna stop me? The highest mortal authority around here is mayor! Every city's on its own, there's nobody in charge of the peninsula itself. Look at the city ya moved to, some monsters just bought that place. Why can't I? I got like...a hundred coins, the friggin things are just piling up on me." Jack chuckles, shaking his head. There's a whole trunk full of them back in normal Ryslig.

"When I get it, wanna fuck on my throne? I might even let you wear my crown."

Harley's fully human again; so there's no reason for her brain to short-circuit quite the way it does. One second she's contemplating the pair of them on some big, golden throne, and her in a crown and not much else, and the next her mouth is on his, pressed close and hard, and whatever happened in between is just gone.

"You," she finally manages, breathless and flushed, "On a throne? In a freaking castle? As a king? Jack you'd never get me out of your lap again-" Her hands catch either side of his face, and she kisses him again, mouth open and panting against his lips.

"Oh what a terrible punishment that would be, stuck with you..."

He'd had a feeling she'd be into it. Why wouldn't she be? He doubts she's ever been with a king before. Sure, back home he was essentially a galactic emperor, but his title was 'president'. Not the same as a king.

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her against him, hungrily returning the kisses. It just feels so good to do it right finally!

"I don't do anything in halves, beautiful! It's all or nothing for this guy. And I wanna be a king. Then I can buy me some magic to boot."

"So you're going to be a super powerful magic-wielding simulacrum king? Jesus, Handsome." She nudges at the side of his face with her mouth, encouraging his head back, to give her room to taste his neck. Harley's just not used to this much skin anymore, on herself or other people, and it's starting to drive her a little mental.

"I been over here- plotting for weeks- and you just wander in and, and blow all my shit right out of the water-" Her hips start to move against his again, encouraged when he pulls her close; her thighs are warm where they tighten and move against his frame. "Freaking magic robot king. You're going to be unstoppable, baby. 'N maybe I can come help you relax after a long, hard day of ruling."

"That's the kinda guy I am! I want something, I figure out how to get it, and then I get it! I'm a go-getter, Harley."

She's not the only one enjoying all the skin. Jack's head tips back as his hands explore her back, re-familiarizing himself with his flesh fingertips.

"If there's further 'up' to go, I'm gonna do it. And sure, yeah, being head of my own department at the labs is a friggin great job, I'm nice and rich, but...I can have more! And you...oh, you're gonna get plenty of perks, sweetheart. Your own suite in the castle, some personal servants...whatever you want, Harley. What's the point of being king if ya can't spoil your favorite people?"

"You're going and getting something, all right." She leans a little back into his hands, letting him support some of her weight.

There's a flash of a surprise on her face, when Jack starts talking about her perks. But it doesn't take long to be replaced by eagerness. So maybe Harley hasn't had anyone who wants to give her presents, for awhile; it don't mean she's unfamiliar with the concept.

"Really? You mean it?" She pulls away enough to get a look at his face; and then Harley grins like it's Christmas morning. "I want a big bed- big enough for an orgy- one of those fancy ones with four posters and curtains around it. And pretty clothes- maybe a nice tux and a big fancy gown, so I can switch off when I feel like. And a fancy chaise lounge fainting couch thing! And maybe someone to feed me grapes while I recline on said fainting couch." There's humour in her eyes as she shrugs. "I'm a simple girl with simple tastes; I don't ask for much."

"All yours! A whole friggin wardrobe, whatever ya want. Hell, ya can host weird fancy sex parties if ya want. Actually we should...we should do that. The real classy kind with masks and everything."

Just things you do when you've got a castle. Which is going to be the first purchase, hands down. Once they're back in normal Ryslig, he's getting his castle.

The estate is really more of a summer home, anyway. It's rustic, it's on the lake...it's a vacation lodge by Jack's standards.

"See, let your average asshat fight and squabble and try and seize power...I'm just gonna buy the whole place eventually. Money is power! Between having tons of cash, being a friggin robot, and having a powerful job...I can pretty much do whatever the fuck I want already. Hey, you want a title? There's tons of titles! Duchess, baroness....uh...other stuff..."

[She giggles, nuzzling at Jack's nose, his cheek.] I'm all for classy orgies, handsome honey, but I ain't sure how much masks are going to do for anyone back in Ryslig. You might have noticed; people are a little more, shall we say, distinct.

[There's nothing wrong with being a little dazzled by power. It's mostly a game; and that counts, right? It rounds up. It's why the wanting noise that escapes Harley is tempered by another giggle; why there's a grin lurking on her face even as she nudges aside his robe, slides her hands over his warm, human chest.]

Duke, Marquis, Count, Baron. Those are the big ones- In English and French type places, anyway. But really, you could make up whatever you want, it's your court. And of course I want a title- I'm happy with anything, long as it ain't court jester.

[When she looks up at him against, it's through her eyelashes, and her fingertips trail lower, over his stomach.]

And what can this loyal citizen do for Your Majesty, this morning?

"Oh I already got a dude who'd make a great court jester!" Jack chuckles. He'll have to think about it, Harley needs a good title.

But things are rapidly turning sexy, which is where he knew this was going anyway - like they aren't gonna get down to sex as soon as possible while they're both human - and now he's got a decision to make.

His robot anatomy really makes some things easy. He's not organic, keeping his faceplate closed all the time is fine. And most people think it's just his face anyway. Now he's human. And Harley isn't a quick one night stand or a brief fling, they've got a steady thing going on in the bedroom. That's generally a mask off situation. Only Harley hasn't seen his actual face yet.

"Mmm, yeah, I think there's a few things you could do...." Odds are...she probably won't make a big over it. And there's at least one thing he really wants to do that just works better without his mask on - those metal clasps don't feel awesome rubbing against anybody's inner thighs.

"Including letting me go down on you for like an hour, but there's one little thing I gotta mention and make real clear. I don't do any cunning linguistics with the mask on, so don't make a thing out of it when it comes off. Honestly sex is just way easier in general with it off." Sex is sweaty and messy and hot, it's not like the mask absorbs liquid or anything.

It chafes.

There is a moment, where her fingers slow to a stop; not pulling away, but listening, turning it over in her head.

Of course she's curious. Harley's a curious girl! But, he doesn't want a big fuss, there'll be no fussing. Except that Jack likes to talk about the mask itself- she's seen him brag about it before- would that count as a fuss?

"Okay." She doesn't even shrug; but Harley's fingers linger, stroking slow pets over his stomach, just above his belly button. "Will you show me how the clippy bits work? Do you have to like unplug from it or something? Or is that making a thing out of it?"

"No, it comes off easy peasy. It's like...I dunno, battery covers. Here."

It's what's under it he doesn't want a big deal made out of. Jack takes one of Harley's hands and brings it to the latch at his chin.

"See, right here there's a little bit you press..." He guides her finger over it, slowly, letting her feel what's going on. "And then the latch pops right up. No fancy tricks or anything."

And the bits it latches into are embedded into his face, nothing sticking out to catch or snag on anything like the clasps on the mask itself.

"You uh...wanna do it? Take it off for me, I mean. Sometimes that just works out better all around." And Jack feels less like he's exposing himself to someone, and she can go at her own pace.

There's a flicker of an eyebrow, at his suggestion; maybe it's just her, but that makes it seem so much more personal, somehow. But hey, it's his face.

The other four clasps she does two at a time- his jaw, his temples, and then the mask is coming away in her hands, still warm from being against his skin. When the arching line comes into view, Harley doesn't pretend to look away, or fake like she's not looking him over. Of course she's going to look, why be coy about it? It is one hell of a scar; and the look on her face, when she finally meets his eyes again, is impressed.

"Damn, Handsome. That bad boy must have one hell of a story." She looks down at the mask in her hands again. "What's this thing made out of, anyway? Hey, one a scale of one to disgustingly offensive, where would holding this up to my face and going 'oh I'm Handsome Jack, I'm so cool' rate me?"

Jack bursts out laughing.

He's stoned, which helps, but this is pretty much the sort of response he's comfortable with. Not ignoring it - that's stupid! it's a huge fucking alien brand on his face! - and not staring with pity or asking a ton of questions.

But then she asks about the mask itself and Jack just loses it.

"It's made of synthskin, it's as close to real skin as you can get. Biotech, baby! Hyperion does it best. It's got nanotech so it moves like a face should - which is more than this one does." He taps his own jawline. And his expressions do seem...smaller, more restrained. The skin at the edges of the mark are puckered and drawn tight.

"Plus I can see like I got two good eyes, this one is...I dunno, really, exactly what's going on with it, but it doesn't work. The whole thing's a mystery even to modern space medicine."

Being stoned definitely helps. Besides...it's Harley. He'd probably get bonus points for having the remnants of a powerful alien artifact hanging out inside of him.

"Anyway, don't play with it, come on. You can buy replicas in the museum back home, I'll get ya one of them to play with. Hey you can also buy copies of the poster for my official porno!"

"You have an official porno?" It comes out through the broad grin Harley's been sporting since she got a laugh out of him. She relinquishes the mask and leans in closer, her eyes on his one good one. "Like, company sanctioned official, or just you sanctioned official? Hell, I had an unofficial porno or two myself, back home. Weren't very good; one out if five stars, do not recommend. Takes more than a little hair dye and some sharpie to the face to make someone me."

It's really not that bad, the scar. Yeah it's big, and his one eye gone white is definitely a thing- but it's just a testament to Jack, really. A sign of how much trouble he can get into. And that's aokay by Harley; she likes trouble.

Plus, bright side, the damage is nowhere close enough to interfere with his mouth. A mouth that Harley catches with her own; slow at first, hesitant, her lips brushing his, then again, still slick from all their kisses. Even if the bottom half of his face is practically untouched, she still doesn't want to hurt him.

"As in it was made and produced and distributed by the media branch of Hyperion and it stars my doppelganger. I woulda done it myself - I 'leaked' a ton of my old sex tapes myself - but...eh, it was made a few years ago, after presidency and constant access to pizza kinda killed my abs. Tim still looks like he stepped out of Made Of Muscles Monthly. And really...when he's on the job, ya can't tell the difference."

It's why Tim's special, not one of the many disposable regular doubles Jack had. Only Tim had had his very DNA re-sequenced to match Jack's.

"See...that's why ya gotta take control of that stuff yourself. I bet those knock off yous suck - and not in the fun way."

It certainly seems that kissing is no problem, Jack responds normally, still reveling in the novelty of proper kissing after so long without.

"If tech were better around here, we could make one hell of a sex tape!"

"Yeah we could, are you kidding? They'd break down the doors to get into a screening of us."

One soft nip at his lip, and Harley's slipping to one side, reaching for her forgotten mimosa. There are still two more- but she'd have to get all the way up to reach them, and that ain't on. She curls up against Jack's side instead, legs staying slung over his lap.

"You have a doppleganger?" Harley's eyes dance over the rim of the champagne flute. "Don't tell me you didn't sleep with him, Handsome. I wont believe you."

Edited 2020-10-29 04:45 (UTC)

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