[ any attempts she makes at undressing him now are going to be waylaid big time when his fingers snag that hold in her hair, using it to all but yank her head to one side so he can bare the long pale exposure of her throat — something that's practically begging all on its own to be marked. harley's never really made a secret of the fact that she's weak for any attention given to that spot in particular, but it might still come as a surprise to him when he sets his teeth there, earning a higher sound from her that sounds an awful lot like a needy whine. ]
Oh — [ she almost sighs it, squirming at the edge of the desk, her knees thumping on either side of his thighs, and she instinctively rocks forward, trying to align them further in any way she can, her head lolling a little too when his hand cups and kneads over one of her breasts through her shirt. she'd gone braless today, so there's no doubt he'll feel the telltale outline of her piercing with its barbells nudging against his palm, the bud of her nipple joining the party too as his bites on her neck steadily drives her more and more wild. ]
[ He finds this bump of metal with his gloved thumb and smiles, rolling it with thumb and forefinger in a way that makes little twists in the fabric of her shirt. He'll have to get rid of that in a minute. In a minute, in a minute, his tongue is busy licking over the red mark he's left there on her throat. She has a good skintone for marks. ]
Your guy like it when ya come with bruises?
[ He'd rather be contributing to their relationship than causing a mess, although neither answer is really going to stop him from rocking against her. The squeeze of her legs at his sides is an easy, inviting pleasure. ]
He might get a little growly about it, but don't worry. S'not like he's gonna come after you or anything.
[ truth be told, harley kind of likes it when hellboy displays some level of possessiveness over her, if only because it's not the same degree of claiming that her ex used to live by — going so far overboard that she had to get permission to do anything on her own. not to mention any guy who even so much as looked at her too long was always potentially at risk for losing at least the one eye, maybe both.
so even if big red decides to take it out on her later, it'll be in the way they both enjoy, when he can leave his own mark on her, or thumb over the ink she's sporting on her ass just for him as a reminder that she'll always come back to one bed in particular over the rest. not that she's in a bed now, her thighs gripping at majima's hips and her lips parted for a soft sigh when he soothes over the bruise he's left with his tongue. ]
How d'you want me? Face-to-face, bent over? Start one way and then flip me over to the other side?
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Oh — [ she almost sighs it, squirming at the edge of the desk, her knees thumping on either side of his thighs, and she instinctively rocks forward, trying to align them further in any way she can, her head lolling a little too when his hand cups and kneads over one of her breasts through her shirt. she'd gone braless today, so there's no doubt he'll feel the telltale outline of her piercing with its barbells nudging against his palm, the bud of her nipple joining the party too as his bites on her neck steadily drives her more and more wild. ]
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Your guy like it when ya come with bruises?
[ He'd rather be contributing to their relationship than causing a mess, although neither answer is really going to stop him from rocking against her. The squeeze of her legs at his sides is an easy, inviting pleasure. ]
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[ truth be told, harley kind of likes it when hellboy displays some level of possessiveness over her, if only because it's not the same degree of claiming that her ex used to live by — going so far overboard that she had to get permission to do anything on her own. not to mention any guy who even so much as looked at her too long was always potentially at risk for losing at least the one eye, maybe both.
so even if big red decides to take it out on her later, it'll be in the way they both enjoy, when he can leave his own mark on her, or thumb over the ink she's sporting on her ass just for him as a reminder that she'll always come back to one bed in particular over the rest. not that she's in a bed now, her thighs gripping at majima's hips and her lips parted for a soft sigh when he soothes over the bruise he's left with his tongue. ]
How d'you want me? Face-to-face, bent over? Start one way and then flip me over to the other side?