[ he tries to be charming every now and then. a gentleman. the word means many things and not always the same, but it's always convenient for him.
her obvious pleasure at his words does make him smile. it's so honest and pure that for a moment it feels like he's learned something about her. something about her true self. it's a strange thought, one he'd rather ignore for now, so he quickly fixes his eyes down at her fingers working on the buttons of her jacket. ]
More of these shiny things? [ he asks, kind of bewildered and also amused. the women in his own world never dressed like this, even though some of them wore very peculiar fashions. the style does suit her, however. the blue from his own chest reflects back to him from the tiny sequins, coloring his face with a blue tone, but it can't hide the faint blush on his cheeks as he watches her.
slowly, he brings his hook up to her chest, carefully slipping the tip of it under the neckline of the dress, so he can slip it a little lower. the metal must feel cold on her skin, he knows. ]
What can I say? You’ll never lose me in a crowd. [ that and she’s a magpie by nature, attracted to sparkly things, the louder the better. but red and black is kind of the color scheme she’s been thinking of going back to, anyway. reclaiming, now that her faded pink and blue hair is all shaved off anyway.
still, he doesn’t seem to be complaining about her fashion choices; she feels that note of amusement even in his confusion and it prompts another low laugh from her as she wrests her shoulders, frees her arms from the sleeves and then reclines back against the jacket spread beneath her.
and then the metal of his hook snags beneath the fabric and she goes very, very still, almost holding her breath as that sharp edge comes close to her skin; she gets the cool, rounded curve of it instead, the sensation prompting a light shudder. he’ll really feel it then, arousal burning across the bond. she might not be in any danger but even doing something that could tread that line, flirting with the possibility, is turning her on big time.
mostly, she watches him looking at her, studies his features and how intently he’s committed to this whole experiment thing. but the joke still leaves her breathlessly. ] Just... all in the name of science, right?
[ he's speaking very softly now, careful not to let anything ruin the tension in the air, but he has to take a moment to breathe, the sharp hook hovering over her skin, when he notices it, the strong feeling radiating from her. it's nearly tangible and so perfectly amazing that she's about to feel something too, pressing against her thigh. his other eyebrow arches at her in a silent comment.
science indeed.
the hook pulls at the fabric, slowly revealing more of her skin and the bright blue glow underneath it. he stares at it hard, but it's not exactly curiosity that's he's feeling anymore. it's both excitement and pleasure that she's letting him do this to her and seeing the effects it had on her. she's a wild one, isn't she? his attention is starting to drift from the glow to her curves revealed from under the dress. without another words he leans down to press his lips on her chest, the cold hook still between them. ]
[ it's a moment she almost wants to ruin just by grabbing his face and kissing the crap out of him, but the tension feels so perfect, so razor-thin, like a wire that's bound to snap at any second, that she can't bring herself to do anything to break it yet. she's just basking in it instead, breath quickening more as his hook snags, pulls, bares more of her in turn.
that murmured assurance from him, and the fact that she can feel some pretty hard evidence nudging against the inside of her thigh, helps too.
her skin's cooler to the touch, just a consequence of bathing in chemicals at one point in her life; it's why she's so pale too without the need for any makeup to render her lighter. sometimes her nerve endings don't let her feel everything along the lines of a lighter touch either but she can feel this, him dropping his lips to her. her impatience bubbles up for a second and she hastily slips her arms free of the thin straps, lets the hook take her dress down to her stomach so he can enjoy anything he wants from there. ] Feel free to do more than look, Captain.
[ her complexion does make him wonder, clearly it's not make-up, but there's weird light coming out of the both of their chests, so it's really nothing to stop and worry about. there's also the tattoos, but they just add to her curious charm. she makes him think of wonderland, for some reason. ]
As you wish. [ it's barely a whisper at this point, and he ducks his head down to continue what he was doing before she felt the need to wiggle out of her dress. he's more than happy to oblige and with her blessing he begins pressing light kisses on the area between her breasts. the bond between the two of them is burning hot at this point.
with the fabric is out of the way he replaces the hook with his actual hand, cupping her other breast with more care and attention than the metal substitute could ever provide. she feels so soft and perfect in his hand that a breathy sigh escapes from his lips between the kisses. he leans in to catch her nipple in his mouth, making sure to throw her a bold look underneath his dark eyelashes. he can feel how much she wants this, but he also wants to hear it. he continues to kiss, suck and caress her as he slowly moves to lower himself down her body. the dress is going to get in the way again, isn't it? ]
[ she's a strange dichotomy, maybe, almost a little too pale with all those splashes of color inked across her body, chest and arms and thighs and places on her back he can't see from this position.
but she flushes beneath him too, the continued press of their bodies, not to mention what he's doing with his mouth, making her skin pinken subtly, something easily missed in the blue light washing over both of them, that steady cooler tint. when she cranes her neck to watch him make his way down her body, the view of him looking up at her as he cups one breast in his warm hand and wraps his lips around the other eager peak of her nipple makes her arch back with another incredulous laugh, her thighs squeezing a little at his body on sheer reflex. ]
Oh, that's good, there — [ and to think they could've been getting up to this back up on the moon for a while now. because she has to wonder if this is going to be a one-and-done thing, just for the experiment of it, or if she can count on him for a regular type of fun. she wouldn't say no, not if he's as good with everything else as he is with his mouth. ]
[ back up on the moon he would have been a drunken mess, unable to provide her with much enjoyment, but more than willing to try. yeah, getting bloody drunk was his first coping mechanism of choice, so it's probably best (for her) they had to wait a little.
he's giving it his all now though, really making sure that she's enjoying herself. he might be greedy and selfish when it comes to most things in life, but this is the sole exception. well, unless he's drunk.
when he hears her voice, he responds with a low hum, his mouth far too occupied with other things to answer. she sounds super hot though! he slides down between her legs, gathering the hem of her dress in his hand and pushing the fabric out of the way as he positions himself on the bed. the change in the positions gives him a chance to shed some of his clothing as well, so he quickly shrugs off his vest and shirt, probably losing some buttons in the progress. whether she's wearing any underwear or not doesn't seem to concern him, he's just eager to return his mouth on her skin, starting from her inner thighs. ]
[ it is an interesting experiment, when she stops to think about it — when she’s not hella distracted by what his mouth is doing. every time he pulls back from her — to discard another layer of clothing, to make his way down the length of her body — the shared glowing in their chests starts to fade, only to pick back up again whenever they have the chance to introduce skin to skin again.
at least he doesn’t have to know whether she’s enjoying herself or not; that part flares through the empathy bond big time, her enjoyment of his descent before she ultimately watches him settle, shirtless, between the parting of her knees. the second her thighs graze his shoulders she feels the want rising up in her, and she doesn’t even remember the last time she got laid — which is a little depressing, honestly. ]
Think of it this way. [ she musters another chuckle, but it sort of hitches a ride on a moan when his mouth drops to soft inner thigh. he’ll run into lace and silk eventually (she’d spared no expense on the nice panties, thanks jimmy), but she’s enjoying that he’s taking his time getting there. ] ‘Least you’ll know for sure that I’m not... fakin’ it.
[ thanks jimmy, indeed. now, fancy underwear is definitely something he's seen before, even though hers is definitely finer in ways that are unfamiliar to him. this is an experiment also on that part for him, apparently. modern ladies' delicates 101. ]
Aye. [ he takes a breath, leaning his forehead against her thigh as he pauses. the empathy bond is an improvement to something that already felt spectacular, so he's got no complaints. if anything, it's making him want to please her even more. he licks his lips before he speaks. ] The mere knowledge is doing things to me, lass. [ he confesses before he ducks his head down again.
there's no rush, but he's intense, focusing on one point until he can feel her close to shivering. his other hand slides up her leg, feeling how soft she's under his palm. he doesn't stop until he's got his fingers teasing the waistline of her panties. finally, the impatience wins and he yanks the underwear down and out of the way. ]
What kinda things? [ she asks, even if a piece of her already knows because they’re touching, because she can feel it, but maybe she just wants that part confirmed, wants him to give voice to what’s permeating the bond even if it means pausing in what he’s doing for long enough to say it. she obviously doesn’t want him to stop what he’s doing or where he’s moving to, and a sudden impulse moves her to slide her fingertips across the soft fuzz of his shaved head, pressing in against his skull whenever he finds a point of particular sensitivity.
and then he gives in and yanks and she laughs again as she lifts her hips, a giggle this time, giddy with anticipation and excitement and shared need, and she thinks she might want it this way, with her heels still on and her dress now bunched around her middle, pulled and lifted from two different directions.
she props herself up on her elbows now because she wants to watch him between the splay of her thighs, and she lifts one leg to plant her foot against his shoulder, leading him in with a dig of her heel, a bend of her knee. ] You wanna see what it’s doin’ to me too? [ where she’s already wet and eager for anything he wants to give her. ]
Like I'm about to lose my mind. [ is it even his mind anymore? it feels more like they're sharing what little brain activity there's left. she's so close, making her needs his needs. he sounds almost pained and the touch of her fingertips manages to get a sharp moan out of him.
but that's all the talking he's going to do for a while because his mouth needs to focus on other things, and for once in his sorry life he knows to shut up. the heel digging into his back sends a sharp wave of amusement back her way, but he's definitely into it. she can definitely put more force into whatever she's doing, he's clearly yearning for more and making no secret of it. he closes his eyes as he disappears between her legs, beyond delighted at how wet he finds her. it comes as no surprise, but there's still overwhelming joy at the discovery. the tightness of his own pants is killing him, but at right now it's all about bringing pure pleasure to her. he won't stop until he can hear cries of enjoyment. ]
[ her need, his need, hershishers — she’s starting to have trouble telling the difference between the two, but it means she’s experiencing everything twice as powerfully, even if the brief spike of amusement he feeds her at the sensation of her heel pressing into the strength of his shoulder brings another crooked grin to her mouth.
she doesn’t need to guide him, not really, not to where they both want him to be, and the pleasure that washes over her at the first swipes of his tongue is like a heated wave rolling through her body into his; she gasps once, her breathing quicker now as her head drops back between her shoulders, her legs spreading wider to welcome him in. this is one of those times when it helps to be as flexible as she is.
she knows she doesn’t need to be loud but she can’t help herself; she’s not a quiet girl and she definitely isn’t one in this kind of situation either, and she makes her enjoyment of what he’s doing clear and obvious, toes curling inside her shoes. maybe it’s been long enough that she hadn’t realized how much she needed this until she got it, but either way, he’s building her up with no trouble at all, her moans rising as that inner tension coils tight, tighter, waiting to break. ] Don’t stop, don’t — God, your mouth.
[ even under normal circumstances it would be impossible to stop, but now that her pleasure is near inseparable from his own, he couldn't even entertain such an idea. instead he continues with vigor, finding the exact right spots with the wordless guidance from her. his only regret is that this perhaps makes everything go by much quicker, but that's not really something he lets bother himself, he hasn't even got the concentration for such complicated ideas. all that matters are the amazing sounds she's making. it's a good thing that the neighborhood is mostly deserted - not that he'd actually care.
he's smiling through it, well, as much as he can smile, since he's made the decision that he's going to finish this with his mouth alone. he's only got one hand, so he's got plenty of practice, obviously. the hook is digging into the sheets as he steadies himself, leaving behind a mess that's not his problem, and his hand grips at her thigh, holding her in place. she's being awfully helpful, spreading herself wide open for him, and he'd be a fool not to take his chance to really get in there. ]
[ she should probably be more concerned about how there aren’t that many people around? but in her mind, all that means is that there’s only one pair of ears to hear every noise she’s making, every unrestrained sound that clues him into her enjoying herself — if the slowly building waves of pleasure that course through her and into him by where they’re touching weren’t enough of a sign all on their own.
she faintly makes out the sound of the hook ripping a tear in the sheets, but she’s too far gone to see it, splayed beneath the press of his warm hand as she rises higher, higher, so close — and the thing about harley quinn is that when she comes she actually goes still and quiet for a few seconds, features smoothed out into something blissful and pleased before her body starts to shake and dissolve. ]
Oh, fuck me. [ she chuckles, giddy on endorphins, a dazed smile on her lips as her head lolls against the bed, and she glances down the length of herself to find him, crooking her finger to beckon him up. ] We gotta get you out of those pants.
[ oh bloody hell. it hits him too and hard. he nearly comes right then - it's rather alarming how much he wants to, even though it would be humiliating to come into his own pants like that, but the pleasure coming from her is just so good. he lifts up his head to watch her while she rides it out the last of it, openly admiring how her expression changes and her body stills for one magical moment. bloody hell.
what would this be like with someone he actually had feelings for? the thought alone makes his heart race. ]
... Give me hand, why don't you? [ he manages to make the suggestion sound light, even though the urgency is real. too real. he licks his lips before idly wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, staring into her eyes as he does it. it's quite the sight, her laying on her back like that. ] Or two. [ amusement flashes in his eyes because he knows just how stupid he sounds. he already got started on undoing his pants at some point, but as he follows her beckoning back on top of her, he takes her hand and guides it to the waistline of his pants so she can help him pull them down. ]
[ it’s so deeply satisfying and she doesn’t have the ability to consider if these reverberating feelings are having something to do with it or if he’s just that good — maybe it’s a little of both. but it has been a while since anyone but her has gotten her off like that, and rather than being tired out she’s invigorated now, driven, motivated to see this through until he’s exhausted and satisfied and breathing hard next to her.
which is why she gets a hand on the waist of his pants and then shoves upward, rolling them over on the bed so that she can straddle over his thighs and look down at him instead with flushed cheeks and that dress twisted and bunched around her waist. ]
Could give you a little more’n that. [ she winks down at him. in her mind, this’ll make it so much easier for her to strip his pants off, but she also likes being on top. it’s a win-win situation, clearly, especially when she can bend low to nip and scrape her teeth over the column of his throat as she works on getting the rest of his clothes out of the way. ]
[ she's unexpectedly strong and that takes him by surprise, so there's no trouble flipping them over. he only lets out a gasp of pleasure as her weight settles on top of him. his laughter sounds breathless as her teeth tease his throat. his every sense was already wired to the max, so her fresh energy hitting him almost sends him over the edge. it's like someone lit fireworks inside his head. he's nearly seeing stars. ]
Damn, woman. [ he laughs more, helpfully rolling his hips up at her so she can wiggle the pants off of him. his hand grabs at the back of her shaved head, pulling her closer so he can kiss her again. ]
[ she’d done it on a whim — well, partially, the rest is because she likes being on top — and she’s thrilled to sense it’s paid off when she feels his delight seep through and into her. of course, some of that could be the result of her marking up his throat right now, little sucks and nips that she performs to try and make his hips twitch under her own. ]
Mmm, I got the sense you like a girl who knows how to be direct. [ those pants are a struggle and a half to get off but once she does, she’s happily clambering back on top of him again, groaning as he draws her in for another kiss — and then she can’t help but tease him there too, lick into his mouth and bite his lower lip, tugging it out slightly before letting it slip free. she’s slotting them together too, aligning them between her spread thighs, maybe waiting to see if she can make him beg a little for it. or whether he’ll take control on his own. ]
[ he's certainly got no complaints to make. quite the opposite. he moans into the playful kiss, unable to keep quiet or to form comprehensible words at this point. she's doing Things to him and not just because of the bond. direct girls are kind of his weakness, especially if they're blonde.
he moves his hips impatiently, his hand sliding to grab at the curve of her hip quite roughly. he's on to your games, harley. ] Lass, I'm also about to be very direct if you don't quit dallying on my junk. [ it would sound less pathetic if he wasn't breathing so hard. this is killing him, okay. ]
[ she likes being up here, getting to set the tone and the pace of things, even if she’s not about to underestimate him. she isn’t letting her guard down so much that she’s not prepared for him to take back control if he wants to. but she hisses through her teeth, grinning wickedly when he grasps at her hip almost hard enough to bruise, fighting to align them more purposefully rather than allow her to keep teasing him, and her resulting laugh is more of a cackle. ]
Baby, if you want it that bad, just say so. [ she already knows he does; that spike of impatience threads through the connection and she decides not to torture him anymore, lifting up and then sinking down to ease him into her body.
she can’t keep her mouth from falling open in her gasp; maybe it’s just her, but this feels even more intense when she has a direct line to how he’s feeling, and she starts moving over him slowly, bracing her hand over the glow from his chest. ] Shit, this is unreal.
[ a curse slips past his lips immediately when she sinks down on him, but it's not necessary to let her know how desperate he is feeling. the bright blue light pulsing between them tells her everything. he even presses his eyes shut for a moment like he already came because the pleasure catches him off-guard even after everything they've already done. she feels amazingly good and her every movement is sending dangerously satisfying waves through his whole body. ]
Bloody hell, I want you so much. [ he gasps sharply, his fingers digging even harder into her skin, guiding her down on him whenever her rhythm allows it. who the hell let her be this agile? and if she wants him to say it, he will, he's got nothing to hide and he was never shy about his needs. damn, he will even beg if it comes down to it. ] In my defense... [ he has to let out another moan between the words, his hips messily rocking up into her. he bites down on his lower lip, trying to concentrate. ] ... I'm... a bloody novice when it comes these damned empathy bonds. [ the end is near. sorry. ]
[ it won't be long for her either, especially not when everything's heightened and doubled, pleasure drifting out of her and into him and then back into her again, and she might start out slower but it doesn't take her long to start chasing that feeling, chasing that build. right now, there's nothing she wants more than to tumble right over that edge and to drag him off with her until they're falling headlong, overwhelmed by everything they're experiencing. she's already convinced this freaking bond is going to make her come harder than she has in a long time. ]
Oh, you got me. [ his fingers might bruise her depending on hard he's gripping but she doesn't care, uses the pain of pressing tips to spur herself faster; she likes that he's using that hold to round her down too, and she's not so far gone that she can't undulate her hips, go for something rhythmic that keeps him deep. ]
That right? You gonna bust for me? [ her hand slides up from his chest to cup over his throat, but she doesn't tighten her fingers to squeeze; she's just holding, clasping as she rides him, looking over the expressions playing out across his face, everything they're all wrapped up in together. ]
[ he blames the bond, but in truth she's not the only one here for whom it's been a while. he was on an adventure, okay, and emma wouldn't --shit, he can't think about her right now. thankfully every trace of her is immediately wiped from his mind as harley's hand casually slips to grab his throat.
the moan he lets out in response is a heavy mix of surprise and pleasure, everything about him open to her, she can clearly see how wonderful it feels for him. there's something almost undignified about a pirate captain trapped on his back, displaying his enjoyment so vividly, his cheeks turned red and mouth hanging open. ]
Honestly? [ such a coarse lass. he sounds choked despite her light touch, disbelief bleeding into his hoarse voice - did she see right through him, sense exactly what he wanted? this fucking bond. his own fingers only tighten their grip of her, now more than desperate to hold her close. he's gonna -- ]
You feel so good. [ he manages to breathe out the words fast before it's all just loud moaning as he comes, the wave of his satisfaction hitting her with a sharp edge, chaotic and strong, as he rides it out against her. ]
[ she isn't about to feel embarrassed about how much she wants this, how much she's needed it — and the second her hand grasps around his throat he almost arches up more into the contact, lifting his chin to make room for her. what else can she do other than seize the opportunity when it's literally right in front of her, spread out so nicely underneath her thighs? better grab the bull by the horns — or, well, the pirate by the throat. ]
Uh huh. [ she grins, something wicked in it, but even that softens somewhat when another wave washes over him and finds her too, lips parting for a vivid O-shape as they both start to stagger toward release. it's not going to be very long now, not at all, and he's already made her come once so she's even more sensitive than she would be without it. ]
Oh, God, right there — [ it slams into her like a freight train, hard and intense, and if her fingers tighten at his throat it's because she's swept up in everything coursing through him into her and back to him again, the circuit of pleasure they're temporarily locked into.
she stiffens over him, sways, and there's nothing else she can do other than succumb to it too, spine curving as she grinds her hips through it all. her hand slips off of him to brace next to his head as she slumps forward, breathing hard and managing a laugh even then, a weak chuckle.
as soon as she rolls off and to one side, the bond dissolves, but it's almost like she can still feel impressions of him, whispers, as her head lolls against the mattress and she works on catching her breath. ] That was somethin'.
[ it's pleasant and also overwhelming, the both of them experiencing everything simultaneously. the emotional exhaustion is almost greater than how tired he feels physically. god, he's never felt so much while hooking up with a woman he hardly knows. for a moment there it was almost disturbing, it felt so unnatural, but he loved the thrill of it. ]
Bloody hell, we should do it again. [ he laughs while he's still out of breath, glancing to her laying by his side, his eyes practically sparking with enthusiasm. there's no way he can do it again anytime soon, but nothing has quite lifted his spirits like what they just experienced.
is he drunk? this feels like being drunk except even better and he's immediately obsessed with it. ]
I felt everything. It was amazing. [ maybe jimmy was onto something after all, when he gave such praise to the glowing business. who would have thought! it's too soon to kiss her, so he lazily reaches his hand to brush his fingertips along her arm, their touch so light she barely notices it, but so he can enjoy hints of what she's feeling. ]
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her obvious pleasure at his words does make him smile. it's so honest and pure that for a moment it feels like he's learned something about her. something about her true self. it's a strange thought, one he'd rather ignore for now, so he quickly fixes his eyes down at her fingers working on the buttons of her jacket. ]
More of these shiny things? [ he asks, kind of bewildered and also amused. the women in his own world never dressed like this, even though some of them wore very peculiar fashions. the style does suit her, however. the blue from his own chest reflects back to him from the tiny sequins, coloring his face with a blue tone, but it can't hide the faint blush on his cheeks as he watches her.
slowly, he brings his hook up to her chest, carefully slipping the tip of it under the neckline of the dress, so he can slip it a little lower. the metal must feel cold on her skin, he knows. ]
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still, he doesn’t seem to be complaining about her fashion choices; she feels that note of amusement even in his confusion and it prompts another low laugh from her as she wrests her shoulders, frees her arms from the sleeves and then reclines back against the jacket spread beneath her.
and then the metal of his hook snags beneath the fabric and she goes very, very still, almost holding her breath as that sharp edge comes close to her skin; she gets the cool, rounded curve of it instead, the sensation prompting a light shudder. he’ll really feel it then, arousal burning across the bond. she might not be in any danger but even doing something that could tread that line, flirting with the possibility, is turning her on big time.
mostly, she watches him looking at her, studies his features and how intently he’s committed to this whole experiment thing. but the joke still leaves her breathlessly. ] Just... all in the name of science, right?
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[ he's speaking very softly now, careful not to let anything ruin the tension in the air, but he has to take a moment to breathe, the sharp hook hovering over her skin, when he notices it, the strong feeling radiating from her. it's nearly tangible and so perfectly amazing that she's about to feel something too, pressing against her thigh. his other eyebrow arches at her in a silent comment.
science indeed.
the hook pulls at the fabric, slowly revealing more of her skin and the bright blue glow underneath it. he stares at it hard, but it's not exactly curiosity that's he's feeling anymore. it's both excitement and pleasure that she's letting him do this to her and seeing the effects it had on her. she's a wild one, isn't she? his attention is starting to drift from the glow to her curves revealed from under the dress. without another words he leans down to press his lips on her chest, the cold hook still between them. ]
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that murmured assurance from him, and the fact that she can feel some pretty hard evidence nudging against the inside of her thigh, helps too.
her skin's cooler to the touch, just a consequence of bathing in chemicals at one point in her life; it's why she's so pale too without the need for any makeup to render her lighter. sometimes her nerve endings don't let her feel everything along the lines of a lighter touch either but she can feel this, him dropping his lips to her. her impatience bubbles up for a second and she hastily slips her arms free of the thin straps, lets the hook take her dress down to her stomach so he can enjoy anything he wants from there. ] Feel free to do more than look, Captain.
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As you wish. [ it's barely a whisper at this point, and he ducks his head down to continue what he was doing before she felt the need to wiggle out of her dress. he's more than happy to oblige and with her blessing he begins pressing light kisses on the area between her breasts. the bond between the two of them is burning hot at this point.
with the fabric is out of the way he replaces the hook with his actual hand, cupping her other breast with more care and attention than the metal substitute could ever provide. she feels so soft and perfect in his hand that a breathy sigh escapes from his lips between the kisses. he leans in to catch her nipple in his mouth, making sure to throw her a bold look underneath his dark eyelashes. he can feel how much she wants this, but he also wants to hear it. he continues to kiss, suck and caress her as he slowly moves to lower himself down her body. the dress is going to get in the way again, isn't it? ]
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but she flushes beneath him too, the continued press of their bodies, not to mention what he's doing with his mouth, making her skin pinken subtly, something easily missed in the blue light washing over both of them, that steady cooler tint. when she cranes her neck to watch him make his way down her body, the view of him looking up at her as he cups one breast in his warm hand and wraps his lips around the other eager peak of her nipple makes her arch back with another incredulous laugh, her thighs squeezing a little at his body on sheer reflex. ]
Oh, that's good, there — [ and to think they could've been getting up to this back up on the moon for a while now. because she has to wonder if this is going to be a one-and-done thing, just for the experiment of it, or if she can count on him for a regular type of fun. she wouldn't say no, not if he's as good with everything else as he is with his mouth. ]
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he's giving it his all now though, really making sure that she's enjoying herself. he might be greedy and selfish when it comes to most things in life, but this is the sole exception. well, unless he's drunk.
when he hears her voice, he responds with a low hum, his mouth far too occupied with other things to answer. she sounds super hot though! he slides down between her legs, gathering the hem of her dress in his hand and pushing the fabric out of the way as he positions himself on the bed. the change in the positions gives him a chance to shed some of his clothing as well, so he quickly shrugs off his vest and shirt, probably losing some buttons in the progress. whether she's wearing any underwear or not doesn't seem to concern him, he's just eager to return his mouth on her skin, starting from her inner thighs. ]
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at least he doesn’t have to know whether she’s enjoying herself or not; that part flares through the empathy bond big time, her enjoyment of his descent before she ultimately watches him settle, shirtless, between the parting of her knees. the second her thighs graze his shoulders she feels the want rising up in her, and she doesn’t even remember the last time she got laid — which is a little depressing, honestly. ]
Think of it this way. [ she musters another chuckle, but it sort of hitches a ride on a moan when his mouth drops to soft inner thigh. he’ll run into lace and silk eventually (she’d spared no expense on the nice panties, thanks jimmy), but she’s enjoying that he’s taking his time getting there. ] ‘Least you’ll know for sure that I’m not... fakin’ it.
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Aye. [ he takes a breath, leaning his forehead against her thigh as he pauses. the empathy bond is an improvement to something that already felt spectacular, so he's got no complaints. if anything, it's making him want to please her even more. he licks his lips before he speaks. ] The mere knowledge is doing things to me, lass. [ he confesses before he ducks his head down again.
there's no rush, but he's intense, focusing on one point until he can feel her close to shivering. his other hand slides up her leg, feeling how soft she's under his palm. he doesn't stop until he's got his fingers teasing the waistline of her panties. finally, the impatience wins and he yanks the underwear down and out of the way. ]
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and then he gives in and yanks and she laughs again as she lifts her hips, a giggle this time, giddy with anticipation and excitement and shared need, and she thinks she might want it this way, with her heels still on and her dress now bunched around her middle, pulled and lifted from two different directions.
she props herself up on her elbows now because she wants to watch him between the splay of her thighs, and she lifts one leg to plant her foot against his shoulder, leading him in with a dig of her heel, a bend of her knee. ] You wanna see what it’s doin’ to me too? [ where she’s already wet and eager for anything he wants to give her. ]
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but that's all the talking he's going to do for a while because his mouth needs to focus on other things, and for once in his sorry life he knows to shut up. the heel digging into his back sends a sharp wave of amusement back her way, but he's definitely into it. she can definitely put more force into whatever she's doing, he's clearly yearning for more and making no secret of it. he closes his eyes as he disappears between her legs, beyond delighted at how wet he finds her. it comes as no surprise, but there's still overwhelming joy at the discovery. the tightness of his own pants is killing him, but at right now it's all about bringing pure pleasure to her. he won't stop until he can hear cries of enjoyment. ]
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she doesn’t need to guide him, not really, not to where they both want him to be, and the pleasure that washes over her at the first swipes of his tongue is like a heated wave rolling through her body into his; she gasps once, her breathing quicker now as her head drops back between her shoulders, her legs spreading wider to welcome him in. this is one of those times when it helps to be as flexible as she is.
she knows she doesn’t need to be loud but she can’t help herself; she’s not a quiet girl and she definitely isn’t one in this kind of situation either, and she makes her enjoyment of what he’s doing clear and obvious, toes curling inside her shoes. maybe it’s been long enough that she hadn’t realized how much she needed this until she got it, but either way, he’s building her up with no trouble at all, her moans rising as that inner tension coils tight, tighter, waiting to break. ] Don’t stop, don’t — God, your mouth.
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he's smiling through it, well, as much as he can smile, since he's made the decision that he's going to finish this with his mouth alone. he's only got one hand, so he's got plenty of practice, obviously. the hook is digging into the sheets as he steadies himself, leaving behind a mess that's not his problem, and his hand grips at her thigh, holding her in place. she's being awfully helpful, spreading herself wide open for him, and he'd be a fool not to take his chance to really get in there. ]
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she faintly makes out the sound of the hook ripping a tear in the sheets, but she’s too far gone to see it, splayed beneath the press of his warm hand as she rises higher, higher, so close — and the thing about harley quinn is that when she comes she actually goes still and quiet for a few seconds, features smoothed out into something blissful and pleased before her body starts to shake and dissolve. ]
Oh, fuck me. [ she chuckles, giddy on endorphins, a dazed smile on her lips as her head lolls against the bed, and she glances down the length of herself to find him, crooking her finger to beckon him up. ] We gotta get you out of those pants.
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what would this be like with someone he actually had feelings for? the thought alone makes his heart race. ]
... Give me hand, why don't you? [ he manages to make the suggestion sound light, even though the urgency is real. too real. he licks his lips before idly wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, staring into her eyes as he does it. it's quite the sight, her laying on her back like that. ] Or two. [ amusement flashes in his eyes because he knows just how stupid he sounds. he already got started on undoing his pants at some point, but as he follows her beckoning back on top of her, he takes her hand and guides it to the waistline of his pants so she can help him pull them down. ]
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which is why she gets a hand on the waist of his pants and then shoves upward, rolling them over on the bed so that she can straddle over his thighs and look down at him instead with flushed cheeks and that dress twisted and bunched around her waist. ]
Could give you a little more’n that. [ she winks down at him. in her mind, this’ll make it so much easier for her to strip his pants off, but she also likes being on top. it’s a win-win situation, clearly, especially when she can bend low to nip and scrape her teeth over the column of his throat as she works on getting the rest of his clothes out of the way. ]
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Damn, woman. [ he laughs more, helpfully rolling his hips up at her so she can wiggle the pants off of him. his hand grabs at the back of her shaved head, pulling her closer so he can kiss her again. ]
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Mmm, I got the sense you like a girl who knows how to be direct. [ those pants are a struggle and a half to get off but once she does, she’s happily clambering back on top of him again, groaning as he draws her in for another kiss — and then she can’t help but tease him there too, lick into his mouth and bite his lower lip, tugging it out slightly before letting it slip free. she’s slotting them together too, aligning them between her spread thighs, maybe waiting to see if she can make him beg a little for it. or whether he’ll take control on his own. ]
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he moves his hips impatiently, his hand sliding to grab at the curve of her hip quite roughly. he's on to your games, harley. ] Lass, I'm also about to be very direct if you don't quit dallying on my junk. [ it would sound less pathetic if he wasn't breathing so hard. this is killing him, okay. ]
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Baby, if you want it that bad, just say so. [ she already knows he does; that spike of impatience threads through the connection and she decides not to torture him anymore, lifting up and then sinking down to ease him into her body.
she can’t keep her mouth from falling open in her gasp; maybe it’s just her, but this feels even more intense when she has a direct line to how he’s feeling, and she starts moving over him slowly, bracing her hand over the glow from his chest. ] Shit, this is unreal.
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Bloody hell, I want you so much. [ he gasps sharply, his fingers digging even harder into her skin, guiding her down on him whenever her rhythm allows it. who the hell let her be this agile? and if she wants him to say it, he will, he's got nothing to hide and he was never shy about his needs. damn, he will even beg if it comes down to it. ] In my defense... [ he has to let out another moan between the words, his hips messily rocking up into her. he bites down on his lower lip, trying to concentrate. ] ... I'm... a bloody novice when it comes these damned empathy bonds. [ the end is near. sorry. ]
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Oh, you got me. [ his fingers might bruise her depending on hard he's gripping but she doesn't care, uses the pain of pressing tips to spur herself faster; she likes that he's using that hold to round her down too, and she's not so far gone that she can't undulate her hips, go for something rhythmic that keeps him deep. ]
That right? You gonna bust for me? [ her hand slides up from his chest to cup over his throat, but she doesn't tighten her fingers to squeeze; she's just holding, clasping as she rides him, looking over the expressions playing out across his face, everything they're all wrapped up in together. ]
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the moan he lets out in response is a heavy mix of surprise and pleasure, everything about him open to her, she can clearly see how wonderful it feels for him. there's something almost undignified about a pirate captain trapped on his back, displaying his enjoyment so vividly, his cheeks turned red and mouth hanging open. ]
Honestly? [ such a coarse lass. he sounds choked despite her light touch, disbelief bleeding into his hoarse voice - did she see right through him, sense exactly what he wanted? this fucking bond. his own fingers only tighten their grip of her, now more than desperate to hold her close. he's gonna -- ]
You feel so good. [ he manages to breathe out the words fast before it's all just loud moaning as he comes, the wave of his satisfaction hitting her with a sharp edge, chaotic and strong, as he rides it out against her. ]
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Uh huh. [ she grins, something wicked in it, but even that softens somewhat when another wave washes over him and finds her too, lips parting for a vivid O-shape as they both start to stagger toward release. it's not going to be very long now, not at all, and he's already made her come once so she's even more sensitive than she would be without it. ]
Oh, God, right there — [ it slams into her like a freight train, hard and intense, and if her fingers tighten at his throat it's because she's swept up in everything coursing through him into her and back to him again, the circuit of pleasure they're temporarily locked into.
she stiffens over him, sways, and there's nothing else she can do other than succumb to it too, spine curving as she grinds her hips through it all. her hand slips off of him to brace next to his head as she slumps forward, breathing hard and managing a laugh even then, a weak chuckle.
as soon as she rolls off and to one side, the bond dissolves, but it's almost like she can still feel impressions of him, whispers, as her head lolls against the mattress and she works on catching her breath. ] That was somethin'.
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Bloody hell, we should do it again. [ he laughs while he's still out of breath, glancing to her laying by his side, his eyes practically sparking with enthusiasm. there's no way he can do it again anytime soon, but nothing has quite lifted his spirits like what they just experienced.
is he drunk? this feels like being drunk except even better and he's immediately obsessed with it. ]
I felt everything. It was amazing. [ maybe jimmy was onto something after all, when he gave such praise to the glowing business. who would have thought! it's too soon to kiss her, so he lazily reaches his hand to brush his fingertips along her arm, their touch so light she barely notices it, but so he can enjoy hints of what she's feeling. ]
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