Think about how many people in this city have just casually done a murder as easy as brushin' their teeth in the morning.
[ harley's outlook on crime is definitely different than the average person, but at the same time, she still thinks that there are too many people in duplicity who are willing to pass judgment on anyone who's committed a murder β often when they themselves have offed somebody without a second thought.
more than that, she's grinning herself, the corner of her mouth drawing up slightly, as she glances back to dinah. ]
I'll tell you what: he's gonna think twice now before messin' with you again. Especially once he remembers. And maybe... you might end up doin' some time before it, but what's a couple weeks compared to finally freein' yourself from him once and for all?
[ she reaches out to cup dinah's face between both hands, leaning forward until she can bump their foreheads together. ] I'm actually kinda proud of you, y'know.
I mean like, Victor. I dunno... maybe I'm running with a different crowd than you. I dunno that many murderers.
[Dinah's lips begin to quirk to match Harley's expression. She rolls her shoulders back, almost breathing life back into herself.]
I hope he fucking does. He's been giving me so much shit about Vic and more about Faith now. I dunno if I'll be rid of him, but I won't be scared of him either. Not scared, but - you know?
[She shuts up when Harley cradles her face. With their foreheads touching, at Harley's words, her grin becomes huge.]
Iβm tellinβ you, there are more of us than youβd think. The only ones that make it obvious are the ones who talk about it.
[ but sheβs already fed up with the ones she knows who have snapped some necks and still want to act like theyβre high and mighty β or have the right to judge anyone else for doing the same thing. itβs that hypocrisy that irritates her most of all, not what dinah had done to roman β and definitely not after years of suffering under his abuse. ]
Heβs the one who should be scared of you now, not the other way around. And maybe thatβs how it should be.
[ and harleyβs smile persists, right up until dinah gives voice to that request β it doesnβt matter that sheβs covered in blood, all of it romanβs at this point. harley still swerves in and kisses her, a soft peck at first that slowly gives way to deeper, maybe even a little hungrier. ] Iβm not gonna lie, youβre pretty hot when youβre feelinβ yourself like this.
I'm guessing everyone's gonna know what I did when he figures it out.
[She thinks for a moment.]
I don't even care. It might get all these fucking dicks off my back who think they can make me do shit. Let everyone be scared of me. I think I'm over being nice and sweet and all that. Fuck it. Fuck them.
[This is why Harley will always be Dinah's favourite. She knows exactly what to do and say - and that kiss and those words are exactly what Dinah needs to hear. She kisses back with fervour, reluctantly breaking away when Harley pulls back]
Yeah? That 'just got outta bed to come help a friend clean up a murder' look is really working for you too.
[Dinah chuckles.]
I'm joking - but you are hot. I could just - [She reaches out a bloody hand to stroke Harley's cheek.]
D'you care if he's watching? Or if he'll be able to see on CCTV what's going on?
Yeah, but so? How much terrible shit has he done here and gotten away with? Some of 'em might even be sayin' thank you in the end.
[ and mostly, she's coming at it from the perspective of wanting dinah to feel confident enough in herself not to care. her fingers gently stroke over the curves of the other woman's cheek, heedless of the blood spattered on them. ] Anybody with a problem? They're just one of those annoyin' little goody-two-shoes who get off on thinkin' they're better than the rest of us.
[ she doesn't balk, though, as dinah reaches out to touch her right back, even if it means getting blood smeared on her β although given that dinah's been sitting here for hours, chances are most of the blood that's on her has dried too much to smear. ]
You know what? I think he'd be even more pissed off if he came back and saw that. [ but she turns her head just enough to lightly nibble against dinah's fingertips, gently taking one in between her teeth for a second. ] Kinda feels like a reason to do it, though, if you ask me. Right where he can play it back later and get all furious and stompy in his monogrammed PJ's.
What is he gonna do about it? Nothin'. And there's nothin' else you need to think about right now.
[ there might be punishments to follow this, citations and whatever else the city wants to throw at her, but they've actually been pretty light on murder in the past. if anything, they bring down the hammer even harder if you act outside of whatever designation you're supposed to be.
but somehow harley gets the feeling like dinah doesn't really want to keep talking about all of that, especially once that smile crosses over her face. ]
Exactly. [ she runs her fingers over dinah's cheek, touch lifting beneath her jaw, and presses a light kiss to her mouth. ] So why don't I help you piss him off from beyond the grave while makin' you feel good?
I don't even fucking care, Harls. I'd take a year in the damn Zoo for this.
[But Harley's right. Dinah doesn't want to talk about it. She grins as Harley begins to touch her face, and kisses her right back when it comes.]
Mmmm. That sounds real good right about now. [She flicks her finger at Roman's corpse.] Let's give him a damn show he ain't never gonna forget. [She leans in and kisses Harley, harder, this time. Right now, her bestie, with bed hair and pyjamas, has never looked so damn beautiful. Maybe it's the murder talking, or the fact that Harley dropped everything to be there with her, but Dinah has never been more grateful to kiss her than in this moment.]
Hey, the Zoo's not that bad. Take it from the girl who was locked up in supermax for a long damn time.
[ she's going to keep trying to reassure dinah where she can β even if this is probably not the best place for some kind of pep talk β and when dinah pulls back to give roman's body the finger, she snorts a laugh, reaching out to gently fist a grip in the front of her friend's shirt. ]
C'mere. [ she meets dinah's mouth with a soft moan, kissing her harder in a way that's at least partly fueled by the fact that she can taste a little blood in it, those spackles that have dried on dinah's face. she shifts them both, moving so that she's settled in a kneeling straddle over dinah's lap, and then reaches for her own tank, tugging it up overhead to leave herself topless in the other woman's arms. ] Just imagine the look on his face when he watches the security tapes back and sees this part.
[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.
[ because it really is more about dinah than anything else, and that's what she wants to celebrate β the fact that her friend has severed that tie between herself and the guy who's been responsible for a lot of her trauma by giving it to him in the most painful way possible. as far as harley's concerned, there's not much else dinah can even do to show she's finally moving on β at least, nothing besides maybe treating herself to a heaping portion of orgasms, courtesy of harley's own fingers and mouth. ]
Now help me out here, I wanna get you naked too. [ she giggles, hands reaching down to try and find the hem on dinah's top; her first goal is to get that layer off before starting in on the bottom half, but she can't resist swerving in to kiss the other woman again, slow and sensual and toe-curling as she purposefully licks into dinah's mouth. ] And then I wanna make you come.
[Fuck it. She's not arguing semantics. She's damn well free of Roman and free to enjoy herself with Harley. That kiss is certainly toe curling, and Dinah moans into Harley's mouth, reaching her hands to tease Harley's nipples to stand out from her breasts.
Guiding Harley's hands to the edge of her shirt, she helps Harley pull off the vest and the sports bra beneath it until her toned stomach and her breasts are bare.]
Come here? [Dinah's already reaching to pull Harley back to her.] You get anything the hell you want today. My cum, your cum. Ride my face whilst you scream for me. I want it, Harls. I want you.
Wow. [ it's something she says in response not only to dinah peeling off her top layers, exposing the gorgeousness of her breasts with their piercings through the nipples, but to what dinah suggests for both of them. ] Anything? That's a lot, but hey, if you're offerin', who am I to turn that down? And besides...
[ she strokes her fingers down dinah's bare arms, her touch making its way over to her friend's breasts, and then she gives dinah's piercings a slow tugging, teasing the nipples out until they're just as hard as her own. ]
I can't think of anything I'd like more than to ride that pretty face, D. Except, maybe, shoving my tongue between your thighs while I'm sittin' on top. Why not turn it into a good old-fashioned 69?
[ harley's more than happy to do anything that involves stripping off more clothing, even if it means temporarily having to surrender her straddle over dinah's lap so she can work out of those bottom layers. in the end, she briefly winds up getting to her feet, in part so she can toe off her shoes first, kicking them across the club with twin thuds, and then shoves her shorts down over her hips, leaving herself unashamedly nude with nothing but ink and piercings adorning her skin.
sinking down to her knees brings her back to dinah's level, and she nods down to the other woman's lower half. ]
I showed you mine. Now you show me yours. [ she can't resist reaching out, in the meantime, to let her fingers trace over the swell of dinah's breast, thumb caressing the hard metal of her nipple ring. ] Lemme see that pretty pink between your legs.
[Dinah reaches out to Harley, making grabby hands at her to urge her closer. ]
D'you even know how god-damn beautiful you are, Harley? I just wanna -
[She has to stifle a moan as Harley's ministrations make her nipples harden. She reaches between Harley's legs, to touch the clit jewel she knows is nestled between Harley's folds.]
Don't gotta ask twice for that. Here, lay back for me.
[ it's not an easy angle to find, and they have to scoot across the floor to partly avoid the pool of blood slowly drying a short distance away, but harley doesn't want dinah's hair to get messier than it already is, and this moment has become more about them, nothing belonging to the body that used to be roman sionis slumped in a corner.
either way, harley's gentle in how she assists dinah with laying down fully, and then limber in how she crawls up the length of the other woman's body, easily arranging herself into a kneeling straddle over dinah's face so that her mouth can easily reach the diamond nestled between her legs, the slick folds of her pussy.
when she rears back, her own fingers move up to her pierced nipples, idly plucking and tugging as she gazes down at dinah's head between her thighs. ] Go on, then. It's all for you tonight.
[Dinah happily does as she's told. She lies back carefully to avoid the blood: she's not bothered for herself but she can imagine that Harley wouldn't want to be covered in Roman Sionis's blood.
Dinah grins as Harley clambers over her, already craning her neck to taste Harley's pretty pussy. She does't need to be told: she runs her tongue over Harley's folds, teasing at first before licking long and wet over her pussy. Dinah's hands grip on Harley's thighs as she begins to play with the diamond between Harley's legs.]
[ it's not even the blood she's thinking about in the moment, and there's every chance this could get messier than it is, but even the corpse lying off to one side flies right out of her head when dinah rears up to get her mouth directly on her pussy. ]
Oh, fuck, just like that β [ she doesn't hesitate either; she reaches out to cup the back of dinah's head, cradling it up off from the floor as she rocks her hips against the strong licks of dinah's tongue. she's grinding already, swerving to rub her cunt against dinah's mouth, her face, and when dinah pays additional attention to her clit it earns her a soft gasp. ] Gonna make me want to stay on top of this mouth all night.
[Dinah grunts as she works Harley's cunt. She alternates between the stud in Harley's clit to licking along her folds. With her head cradled, she begins to use her hands to massage Harley's thighs. She loves that Harley's grinding on her, loves that her friend is so obviously excited. With one last flick of Harley's clit for now, Dinah begins to push her tongue between Harley's folds, eager to taste her juices.]
[ harley drops forward, bracing her palms on the floor so she can stretch her body out over dinah's, her knees serving as her other points of contact while she keeps herself straddling over her friend's face. now that she's propped herself up on all fours, it's easier for her to grind down, rub her pussy against dinah's tongue, head dropping between her shoulders so she can watch dinah lick her clit, tease her piercing, and then start coaxing deeper inside her, almost like she's trying to fuck her with her tongue. ]
Wanna come all over this pretty face. [ she's holding back from fully settling her weight down, not wanting to take away dinah's ability to breathe or hurt her, but she's also shameless in how she rolls her cunt against dinah's tongue, her mouth, her chin. a shudder rolls through her, an early sign that she's slowly working up to release. ] Don't stop, D. Let's give him a show to see later.
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[ harley's outlook on crime is definitely different than the average person, but at the same time, she still thinks that there are too many people in duplicity who are willing to pass judgment on anyone who's committed a murder β often when they themselves have offed somebody without a second thought.
more than that, she's grinning herself, the corner of her mouth drawing up slightly, as she glances back to dinah. ]
I'll tell you what: he's gonna think twice now before messin' with you again. Especially once he remembers. And maybe... you might end up doin' some time before it, but what's a couple weeks compared to finally freein' yourself from him once and for all?
[ she reaches out to cup dinah's face between both hands, leaning forward until she can bump their foreheads together. ] I'm actually kinda proud of you, y'know.
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[Dinah's lips begin to quirk to match Harley's expression. She rolls her shoulders back, almost breathing life back into herself.]
I hope he fucking does. He's been giving me so much shit about Vic and more about Faith now. I dunno if I'll be rid of him, but I won't be scared of him either. Not scared, but - you know?
[She shuts up when Harley cradles her face. With their foreheads touching, at Harley's words, her grin becomes huge.]
Kiss me?
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[ but sheβs already fed up with the ones she knows who have snapped some necks and still want to act like theyβre high and mighty β or have the right to judge anyone else for doing the same thing. itβs that hypocrisy that irritates her most of all, not what dinah had done to roman β and definitely not after years of suffering under his abuse. ]
Heβs the one who should be scared of you now, not the other way around. And maybe thatβs how it should be.
[ and harleyβs smile persists, right up until dinah gives voice to that request β it doesnβt matter that sheβs covered in blood, all of it romanβs at this point. harley still swerves in and kisses her, a soft peck at first that slowly gives way to deeper, maybe even a little hungrier. ] Iβm not gonna lie, youβre pretty hot when youβre feelinβ yourself like this.
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[She thinks for a moment.]
I don't even care. It might get all these fucking dicks off my back who think they can make me do shit. Let everyone be scared of me. I think I'm over being nice and sweet and all that. Fuck it. Fuck them.
[This is why Harley will always be Dinah's favourite. She knows exactly what to do and say - and that kiss and those words are exactly what Dinah needs to hear. She kisses back with fervour, reluctantly breaking away when Harley pulls back]
Yeah? That 'just got outta bed to come help a friend clean up a murder' look is really working for you too.
[Dinah chuckles.]
I'm joking - but you are hot. I could just - [She reaches out a bloody hand to stroke Harley's cheek.]
D'you care if he's watching? Or if he'll be able to see on CCTV what's going on?
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[ and mostly, she's coming at it from the perspective of wanting dinah to feel confident enough in herself not to care. her fingers gently stroke over the curves of the other woman's cheek, heedless of the blood spattered on them. ] Anybody with a problem? They're just one of those annoyin' little goody-two-shoes who get off on thinkin' they're better than the rest of us.
[ she doesn't balk, though, as dinah reaches out to touch her right back, even if it means getting blood smeared on her β although given that dinah's been sitting here for hours, chances are most of the blood that's on her has dried too much to smear. ]
You know what? I think he'd be even more pissed off if he came back and saw that. [ but she turns her head just enough to lightly nibble against dinah's fingertips, gently taking one in between her teeth for a second. ] Kinda feels like a reason to do it, though, if you ask me. Right where he can play it back later and get all furious and stompy in his monogrammed PJ's.
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[Shit, Faith. In Dinah's rage, she'd almost forgotten about Faith.]. I swear, they punish her because of me, I am gonna go through the roof.
[The blood's dry. Tacky, perhaps, in places, but not enough to stain Harley's skin. Dinah's frown turns to a mischievous smile.]
You know? I think I want to piss him off. The fuck's he gonna do about it anyway?
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[ there might be punishments to follow this, citations and whatever else the city wants to throw at her, but they've actually been pretty light on murder in the past. if anything, they bring down the hammer even harder if you act outside of whatever designation you're supposed to be.
but somehow harley gets the feeling like dinah doesn't really want to keep talking about all of that, especially once that smile crosses over her face. ]
Exactly. [ she runs her fingers over dinah's cheek, touch lifting beneath her jaw, and presses a light kiss to her mouth. ] So why don't I help you piss him off from beyond the grave while makin' you feel good?
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[But Harley's right. Dinah doesn't want to talk about it. She grins as Harley begins to touch her face, and kisses her right back when it comes.]
Mmmm. That sounds real good right about now. [She flicks her finger at Roman's corpse.] Let's give him a damn show he ain't never gonna forget. [She leans in and kisses Harley, harder, this time. Right now, her bestie, with bed hair and pyjamas, has never looked so damn beautiful. Maybe it's the murder talking, or the fact that Harley dropped everything to be there with her, but Dinah has never been more grateful to kiss her than in this moment.]
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[ she's going to keep trying to reassure dinah where she can β even if this is probably not the best place for some kind of pep talk β and when dinah pulls back to give roman's body the finger, she snorts a laugh, reaching out to gently fist a grip in the front of her friend's shirt. ]
C'mere. [ she meets dinah's mouth with a soft moan, kissing her harder in a way that's at least partly fueled by the fact that she can taste a little blood in it, those spackles that have dried on dinah's face. she shifts them both, moving so that she's settled in a kneeling straddle over dinah's lap, and then reaches for her own tank, tugging it up overhead to leave herself topless in the other woman's arms. ] Just imagine the look on his face when he watches the security tapes back and sees this part.
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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.
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[ because it really is more about dinah than anything else, and that's what she wants to celebrate β the fact that her friend has severed that tie between herself and the guy who's been responsible for a lot of her trauma by giving it to him in the most painful way possible. as far as harley's concerned, there's not much else dinah can even do to show she's finally moving on β at least, nothing besides maybe treating herself to a heaping portion of orgasms, courtesy of harley's own fingers and mouth. ]
Now help me out here, I wanna get you naked too. [ she giggles, hands reaching down to try and find the hem on dinah's top; her first goal is to get that layer off before starting in on the bottom half, but she can't resist swerving in to kiss the other woman again, slow and sensual and toe-curling as she purposefully licks into dinah's mouth. ] And then I wanna make you come.
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That kiss is certainly toe curling, and Dinah moans into Harley's mouth, reaching her hands to tease Harley's nipples to stand out from her breasts.
Guiding Harley's hands to the edge of her shirt, she helps Harley pull off the vest and the sports bra beneath it until her toned stomach and her breasts are bare.]
Come here? [Dinah's already reaching to pull Harley back to her.] You get anything the hell you want today. My cum, your cum. Ride my face whilst you scream for me. I want it, Harls. I want you.
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[ she strokes her fingers down dinah's bare arms, her touch making its way over to her friend's breasts, and then she gives dinah's piercings a slow tugging, teasing the nipples out until they're just as hard as her own. ]
I can't think of anything I'd like more than to ride that pretty face, D. Except, maybe, shoving my tongue between your thighs while I'm sittin' on top. Why not turn it into a good old-fashioned 69?
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The ultimate fuck you.
[She gasps before nodding.]
See, this right here is why I called you this morning.
[She lets her hands drift over Harley's stomach down to the waistband of her pants so she can start tugging them down as her friend kneels over her]
Help me out?
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[ harley's more than happy to do anything that involves stripping off more clothing, even if it means temporarily having to surrender her straddle over dinah's lap so she can work out of those bottom layers. in the end, she briefly winds up getting to her feet, in part so she can toe off her shoes first, kicking them across the club with twin thuds, and then shoves her shorts down over her hips, leaving herself unashamedly nude with nothing but ink and piercings adorning her skin.
sinking down to her knees brings her back to dinah's level, and she nods down to the other woman's lower half. ]
I showed you mine. Now you show me yours. [ she can't resist reaching out, in the meantime, to let her fingers trace over the swell of dinah's breast, thumb caressing the hard metal of her nipple ring. ] Lemme see that pretty pink between your legs.
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[Dinah reaches out to Harley, making grabby hands at her to urge her closer. ]
D'you even know how god-damn beautiful you are, Harley? I just wanna -
[She has to stifle a moan as Harley's ministrations make her nipples harden. She reaches between Harley's legs, to touch the clit jewel she knows is nestled between Harley's folds.]
Let me taste you first?
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[ it's not an easy angle to find, and they have to scoot across the floor to partly avoid the pool of blood slowly drying a short distance away, but harley doesn't want dinah's hair to get messier than it already is, and this moment has become more about them, nothing belonging to the body that used to be roman sionis slumped in a corner.
either way, harley's gentle in how she assists dinah with laying down fully, and then limber in how she crawls up the length of the other woman's body, easily arranging herself into a kneeling straddle over dinah's face so that her mouth can easily reach the diamond nestled between her legs, the slick folds of her pussy.
when she rears back, her own fingers move up to her pierced nipples, idly plucking and tugging as she gazes down at dinah's head between her thighs. ] Go on, then. It's all for you tonight.
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Dinah grins as Harley clambers over her, already craning her neck to taste Harley's pretty pussy. She does't need to be told: she runs her tongue over Harley's folds, teasing at first before licking long and wet over her pussy. Dinah's hands grip on Harley's thighs as she begins to play with the diamond between Harley's legs.]
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Oh, fuck, just like that β [ she doesn't hesitate either; she reaches out to cup the back of dinah's head, cradling it up off from the floor as she rocks her hips against the strong licks of dinah's tongue. she's grinding already, swerving to rub her cunt against dinah's mouth, her face, and when dinah pays additional attention to her clit it earns her a soft gasp. ] Gonna make me want to stay on top of this mouth all night.
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[Dinah grunts as she works Harley's cunt. She alternates between the stud in Harley's clit to licking along her folds. With her head cradled, she begins to use her hands to massage Harley's thighs. She loves that Harley's grinding on her, loves that her friend is so obviously excited. With one last flick of Harley's clit for now, Dinah begins to push her tongue between Harley's folds, eager to taste her juices.]
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[ harley drops forward, bracing her palms on the floor so she can stretch her body out over dinah's, her knees serving as her other points of contact while she keeps herself straddling over her friend's face. now that she's propped herself up on all fours, it's easier for her to grind down, rub her pussy against dinah's tongue, head dropping between her shoulders so she can watch dinah lick her clit, tease her piercing, and then start coaxing deeper inside her, almost like she's trying to fuck her with her tongue. ]
Wanna come all over this pretty face. [ she's holding back from fully settling her weight down, not wanting to take away dinah's ability to breathe or hurt her, but she's also shameless in how she rolls her cunt against dinah's tongue, her mouth, her chin. a shudder rolls through her, an early sign that she's slowly working up to release. ] Don't stop, D. Let's give him a show to see later.