[Dinah doesn't even want to think about Supermax. Or the Zoo. Or anything else. Just Harley's hands pulling her closer, Harley's lips, soft and sensuous on hers, the sweet taste of Harley's mouth as they kiss.
She grins at Harley's words, hands already running over the snow whiteness of Harley's stomach.]
Fuck him. This isn't about Roman. This is about us. Celebrating. We're fucking free.
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She grins at Harley's words, hands already running over the snow whiteness of Harley's stomach.]
Fuck him. This isn't about Roman. This is about us. Celebrating. We're fucking free.