[ there's almost no discussion about it when morning rolls around — although it's actually more like late afternoon by the time they finally haul themselves out of bed, taking turns in that dingy shower before shucking on some clean clothes, and harley sneaks a few glances toward the mussed, ruined sheets and the place where his body had clearly indented the mattress next to her own as she'd tucked herself in against him, drifting off with an ache between her legs and soothed by the sounds of his heavy breathing. she doesn't even realize she's decided to tag along with him instead of sticking around here, but watching him haul off towards his clunker of a truck, she picks up her bag almost stuffed to the brim with her take-home amount from the job, slings it over her shoulder and bounds across the parking lot, throwing open the passenger door and flinging her haul into the backseat before hopping up inside.
if he's surprised to see her sitting there when he finally gets in, he doesn't say anything, and she doesn't even ask where they're going, just tucks in alongside him as the truck peels out. she's a talkative roadtrip companion, rolling the window down to let the open breeze through, and fills the silence easily on her end, but not because she feels like she has to. it's because she wants to, gesturing animatedly as she tells him all kinds of stories, from the mundane to things that have made her a little more notorious back in gotham.
eventually, after the first couple of hours on the road, her stomach growls, and she reaches down to massage it gently, lower lip pouting out a little in her frown. ] Hey. When're we gonna stop for somethin' to eat? [ unsurprisingly, everything they'd done last night had only worked up an appetite, and not indulging in her normal favorite route of a morning breakfast sandwich has definitely thrown her off, but she's starting to realize she's going to need some fueling. ]
[ she glances over at him, scooting across the front seat until she can dock her chin against his shoulder, her hand dropping to his thigh before lightly roaming inward. ] Or maybe I could have a snack first before we grab some lunch, huh?
[ if roadhog is surprised when she slides into his truck at the end of that long, leisurely afternoon, he certainly doesn't show it. not that he ever shows much emotion at all, ever. even when he's not masked - and for the purposes of not standing out in a crowd he's actually showing his face, today, a rare thing to help him blend into a crowd as much as a man his prodigious size can hope to do - his face is almost always inexpressive, save for the quiet hint of menace around the corners of his eyes. they hadn't talked about this being more than a one-time-thing. a smash and grab, using her knowledge of gotham and his muscle to get the job done.
but maybe he saw it coming as much as she did. the thrill of the heist was too good, and the sex after was even better, and he always feels right with a partner. jamison is back in oz, doing his own thing with junktown, and while he might not admit it outloud, maybe he needs someone with that energy, that drive, to push him forward. and maybe he needs the endless background noise of her voice, almost soothing despite her relentless bubbliness. he says little in reply, but he's always listening. ]
Still in city limits. [ his reply is short, to the point as ever. he talks little, uses as few words as he has to, as a rule, and just hearing that almost rusty, heavily-accented voice is a rarity. he can feel a hunger, too, now she mentions it, but better to see the back of gotham before they stop. they don't just have cops to worry about here, after all.
and then her hand is on his thigh, her breath on his skin, and he feels a different sort of hunger. with little fanfare his legs shift wider open, at the same time he shifts gears while they trundle down the highway. ] Yeah? And what might that be, clown?
[ it is something for her to see his face like this in the light of day, something she figured she might have only gotten to glimpse when they were behind closed doors yesterday afternoon and well into the night, and she finds she likes it, likes being able to look over at him and study the lines of his face, the angles, even if she's not really staring so much as casually glancing over while she carries on more of a one-sided conversation as easy as breathing.
it's been a minute since she decided she wanted anything to do with a partner-in-crime; since j dumped her (which she hasn't gone public with, pretending it was more of a mutual decision in some stories or even outright lying and saying she ended things first), she's been either operating on her own or sometimes teaming up with a few people, like the squad. but winding down after the success of that job made her realize she's comfortable in his company and it doesn't just have to do with the fact that he absolutely took her the fuck apart in that room last night, banging her until her legs shook and she dissolved into a puddle of her own making.
okay, maybe it has a little to do with how good that sex was. ]
Okay, okay. [ she gets it without him even needing to expand on his reasons for why he doesn't want to pull over yet, but maybe they don't have to stop if he can keep focus on the road. her hand's more blatantly roaming along his thigh now, and she nuzzles her cheek against his shoulder. ]
Y'ever had road head before? [ turns out she hasn't lost her appetite for him either, not by a long shot, and when he widens his legs beneath the steering wheel she slips her hand down to cup over his dick through his shorts, finding the impressive shape of him even though he's not fully hard yet and gently massaging over that firm bulge. ] Somebody suckin' you off while you're behind the wheel?
[ ordinarily, he might feel uncomfortable around a relative stranger without his mask on. he feels more... himself, with it. roadhog, instead of just mako rutledge, scarred orphan of the scrapheap. roadhog has a power, after all, that mako failed to ever acquire, a strength that actually makes things happen in the world. and normally, he doesn't like being mako very much. it's a veil he wears to be slightly less noticeable, but here, with her looking at him - no, he doesn't quite mind. because she's not staring, not judging, just appreciating, almost.
and it's not like she hasn't already seen so much more than that.
he can feel her hand roaming, groping, seeking more fun and attention as he drives, but as always, he doesn't even blink. he's spent much of his life with junkrat by his side, making chaos, having to be the rock that keeps him anchored. this? this is nothing in comparison. she's not lobbing molotovs out of the car window or trying to draw extraction plans on the windshield. this, he can take. he just eases down into a slightly lower gear as he moves into the cruising lane. ]
Don't often have passengers inclined. [ after all, does he really want to imagine jamison's mouth around him while he's busy on the road? probably not - though it might be nice to keep him quiet now and then. harley, on the other hand, that he could very much enjoy, and she's not giving him too much time to really consider it before she's groping and squeezing over that hefty bulge, already stirring to life from her touch.
and really, it's not like she needs to do much to convince him. ]
If it'll tide you over. [ said like he's not bothered either way. there's a glitter in his eyes, though, shadowed by his brow, a hunger there, as he glances to her for just a moment. a slight twitching of his lips. his face changes little, but that means it's so very noticeable when it actually does, no matter how small. ] And if you think you can handle it.
[ if anything, him not wearing the mask makes this time riding with him just feel like an extension of last night, like they're still in their own little bubble together and whatever exists beyond the frame of this truck doesn't even matter in her awareness. so it could be she likes looking at his face, seeing his eyes occasionally dart over to her even if his expression rarely changes. it means those times she actually earns more of a twitch of his mouth, or a glimmer in his gaze, are ones she wants to soak up and roll around in like a cat finding a patch of sun. little glimpses of him she'll hold onto as long as her swiss cheese memory allows.
at this point, though, she's definitely trying to provoke a reaction out of him, head lolling back against his shoulder to keep him in her line of sight as she watches his profile, as her hand moves idly between the splay of his big thighs. she isn't so rough with him at the start, though, mostly just caressing him, and when she feels him swell beneath her fingers she starts using her palm in the mix too, curving more of a grip that strokes him through the material. ]
I think you already know I can. [ and when he looks to her, that little upward curving of his mouth is enough to make her flash him a bigger grin, giggling mischievously, and for a while she's almost more content to cuddle up next to him, laying her head on his shoulder while her hand continues to work on him, mapping his shape, his size, until she finally reaches up to take care of that zipper keeping his dick contained.
the seat's not quite long enough for her to stretch out on her stomach, but she can lean forward. it's not like she's wearing a seatbelt anyway, and her fingers lift up the hem of his shirt to kiss over his belly, making her way down further while she eventually coaxes his cock out. even at the start, she's just teasing, giving slow and open-mouthed, almost sucking kisses to the tip with a hum in her throat as her words intersperse the play of her lips down his shaft. ] Mmm, it's like I can't — get enough — of this.
[ there's no denying that she's trying to get a rise out of him, in more ways than one. it's what he'd expect from her. she's used to driving for attention, demanding it with her actions, he can tell that about her easily enough. he knows the type. and maybe that's something that he needs - a pusher, someone bubbling over with energy and drive and need. someone who doesn't hesitate to go chasing after their impulses, when he's far more liable to just wait it out, waiting for the right moment to come along. he's not a peaceful man, not by any means, and if he doesn't get a vent for his own less than publicly acceptable impulses, he's liable to boil over, but that's why he needs someone else, right? someone to urge him along.
someone to give him the opportunity to vent. or explode.
after all, she's already in the car. already riding alongside with him. what's a longer partnership? she's seen his face, and a lot more than that. she's proven her worth in the field and off of it. and the longer her hand plays between his legs, the longer she curls up against the bulk of his shoulder and fondles him, looking as delighted as anything, it's harder to remember any reason that he shouldn't just take her all across the country. anywhere they want to go.
he sighs, softly, quietly, when she opens up the zipper on his trousers, a noise barely audible above the rumble of the engine and the rattle of the tires. he's hard, plenty hard, she's done a good job of seeing to that, and he just shifts a little in his seat again as she stretches over, making it easy on her to do as she pleases. he's not sure anyone would be able to stop her once she gets going, so why bother? ]
Seems like it. [ the words are rumbled out, and he shifts into traveling speed before sliding his hand off the gearshift and onto the back of her head instead, holding her close against the heft of his shaft. stroking almost delicately at the nape of her neck, the delicate, soft strands of hair there. what he won't say, might not ever say, because giving up power is simply something that is not done in junktown, is that he's not sure he can get enough of it either. so instead, he says: ] Well, you're welcome to have as much of it as you can handle.
[ some of it is definitely her prodding on purpose, trying to make her way under the seemingly quiet facade he wears most of the time — and that's not even getting into the mask itself, given that now she's seen his face more out of it than behind. those little glimpses, peeks he lets her have, times when a joke from her almost seems to tempt him to crack a smile or when he cups her face in his big hand, looking down at her while she's on her knees — they'll keep her going for hours, days even. she hasn't figured out until today that part of the reason she wants to tag along with him is to find out all the ways she can earn looks like that.
but on the other side, she's just ridiculously into him — his size, his bulk, his heat, the rumble of his voice, even the casual shift of his body as he adjusts himself to make it easier on her to unfasten him, to take his dick out, as she stretches out across the front seat to make herself comfortable before leaning in to nibble along that velvet-hard shaft.
she can smell the soap from the motel on his skin, all the places he'd washed himself clean of sweat and sex, and when his hand docks against the nape of her neck she sighs loud enough for him to hear it, tilting her head up into the stroke of his fingers against the wisps of her hair. she'd tied it all up into a messy bun at the top of her head this morning, and feeling his touch trail at the back of her neck prompts a shiver, almost instantly makes her nipples hard beneath her top. ]
Oh, I'm thinkin' I'm gonna have to work up to takin' all of it. [ she'll consider it a personal goal, really, a point of pride, if she can eventually manage to deep throat his cock — and that's telling all on his own, the fact that she's thinking about this in terms of having enough time to practice, to work on it.
she barely even needs to grasp him in her fingers to make him stand up for her, leaning forward until she's draped against his thigh so she can part her lips over the head of his dick and drop down to start sucking, slow and easing. right now she's only going about a quarter of the way, a little past the head, just giving him that sensation before she tries for more, for deeper, but she's not shying away from making it noisy, soft wet sounds while she uses her tongue to rub against his cock. ]
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if he's surprised to see her sitting there when he finally gets in, he doesn't say anything, and she doesn't even ask where they're going, just tucks in alongside him as the truck peels out. she's a talkative roadtrip companion, rolling the window down to let the open breeze through, and fills the silence easily on her end, but not because she feels like she has to. it's because she wants to, gesturing animatedly as she tells him all kinds of stories, from the mundane to things that have made her a little more notorious back in gotham.
eventually, after the first couple of hours on the road, her stomach growls, and she reaches down to massage it gently, lower lip pouting out a little in her frown. ] Hey. When're we gonna stop for somethin' to eat? [ unsurprisingly, everything they'd done last night had only worked up an appetite, and not indulging in her normal favorite route of a morning breakfast sandwich has definitely thrown her off, but she's starting to realize she's going to need some fueling. ]
[ she glances over at him, scooting across the front seat until she can dock her chin against his shoulder, her hand dropping to his thigh before lightly roaming inward. ] Or maybe I could have a snack first before we grab some lunch, huh?
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but maybe he saw it coming as much as she did. the thrill of the heist was too good, and the sex after was even better, and he always feels right with a partner. jamison is back in oz, doing his own thing with junktown, and while he might not admit it outloud, maybe he needs someone with that energy, that drive, to push him forward. and maybe he needs the endless background noise of her voice, almost soothing despite her relentless bubbliness. he says little in reply, but he's always listening. ]
Still in city limits. [ his reply is short, to the point as ever. he talks little, uses as few words as he has to, as a rule, and just hearing that almost rusty, heavily-accented voice is a rarity. he can feel a hunger, too, now she mentions it, but better to see the back of gotham before they stop. they don't just have cops to worry about here, after all.
and then her hand is on his thigh, her breath on his skin, and he feels a different sort of hunger. with little fanfare his legs shift wider open, at the same time he shifts gears while they trundle down the highway. ] Yeah? And what might that be, clown?
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it's been a minute since she decided she wanted anything to do with a partner-in-crime; since j dumped her (which she hasn't gone public with, pretending it was more of a mutual decision in some stories or even outright lying and saying she ended things first), she's been either operating on her own or sometimes teaming up with a few people, like the squad. but winding down after the success of that job made her realize she's comfortable in his company and it doesn't just have to do with the fact that he absolutely took her the fuck apart in that room last night, banging her until her legs shook and she dissolved into a puddle of her own making.
okay, maybe it has a little to do with how good that sex was. ]
Okay, okay. [ she gets it without him even needing to expand on his reasons for why he doesn't want to pull over yet, but maybe they don't have to stop if he can keep focus on the road. her hand's more blatantly roaming along his thigh now, and she nuzzles her cheek against his shoulder. ]
Y'ever had road head before? [ turns out she hasn't lost her appetite for him either, not by a long shot, and when he widens his legs beneath the steering wheel she slips her hand down to cup over his dick through his shorts, finding the impressive shape of him even though he's not fully hard yet and gently massaging over that firm bulge. ] Somebody suckin' you off while you're behind the wheel?
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and it's not like she hasn't already seen so much more than that.
he can feel her hand roaming, groping, seeking more fun and attention as he drives, but as always, he doesn't even blink. he's spent much of his life with junkrat by his side, making chaos, having to be the rock that keeps him anchored. this? this is nothing in comparison. she's not lobbing molotovs out of the car window or trying to draw extraction plans on the windshield. this, he can take. he just eases down into a slightly lower gear as he moves into the cruising lane. ]
Don't often have passengers inclined. [ after all, does he really want to imagine jamison's mouth around him while he's busy on the road? probably not - though it might be nice to keep him quiet now and then. harley, on the other hand, that he could very much enjoy, and she's not giving him too much time to really consider it before she's groping and squeezing over that hefty bulge, already stirring to life from her touch.
and really, it's not like she needs to do much to convince him. ]
If it'll tide you over. [ said like he's not bothered either way. there's a glitter in his eyes, though, shadowed by his brow, a hunger there, as he glances to her for just a moment. a slight twitching of his lips. his face changes little, but that means it's so very noticeable when it actually does, no matter how small. ] And if you think you can handle it.
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at this point, though, she's definitely trying to provoke a reaction out of him, head lolling back against his shoulder to keep him in her line of sight as she watches his profile, as her hand moves idly between the splay of his big thighs. she isn't so rough with him at the start, though, mostly just caressing him, and when she feels him swell beneath her fingers she starts using her palm in the mix too, curving more of a grip that strokes him through the material. ]
I think you already know I can. [ and when he looks to her, that little upward curving of his mouth is enough to make her flash him a bigger grin, giggling mischievously, and for a while she's almost more content to cuddle up next to him, laying her head on his shoulder while her hand continues to work on him, mapping his shape, his size, until she finally reaches up to take care of that zipper keeping his dick contained.
the seat's not quite long enough for her to stretch out on her stomach, but she can lean forward. it's not like she's wearing a seatbelt anyway, and her fingers lift up the hem of his shirt to kiss over his belly, making her way down further while she eventually coaxes his cock out. even at the start, she's just teasing, giving slow and open-mouthed, almost sucking kisses to the tip with a hum in her throat as her words intersperse the play of her lips down his shaft. ] Mmm, it's like I can't — get enough — of this.
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someone to give him the opportunity to vent. or explode.
after all, she's already in the car. already riding alongside with him. what's a longer partnership? she's seen his face, and a lot more than that. she's proven her worth in the field and off of it. and the longer her hand plays between his legs, the longer she curls up against the bulk of his shoulder and fondles him, looking as delighted as anything, it's harder to remember any reason that he shouldn't just take her all across the country. anywhere they want to go.
he sighs, softly, quietly, when she opens up the zipper on his trousers, a noise barely audible above the rumble of the engine and the rattle of the tires. he's hard, plenty hard, she's done a good job of seeing to that, and he just shifts a little in his seat again as she stretches over, making it easy on her to do as she pleases. he's not sure anyone would be able to stop her once she gets going, so why bother? ]
Seems like it. [ the words are rumbled out, and he shifts into traveling speed before sliding his hand off the gearshift and onto the back of her head instead, holding her close against the heft of his shaft. stroking almost delicately at the nape of her neck, the delicate, soft strands of hair there. what he won't say, might not ever say, because giving up power is simply something that is not done in junktown, is that he's not sure he can get enough of it either. so instead, he says: ] Well, you're welcome to have as much of it as you can handle.
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but on the other side, she's just ridiculously into him — his size, his bulk, his heat, the rumble of his voice, even the casual shift of his body as he adjusts himself to make it easier on her to unfasten him, to take his dick out, as she stretches out across the front seat to make herself comfortable before leaning in to nibble along that velvet-hard shaft.
she can smell the soap from the motel on his skin, all the places he'd washed himself clean of sweat and sex, and when his hand docks against the nape of her neck she sighs loud enough for him to hear it, tilting her head up into the stroke of his fingers against the wisps of her hair. she'd tied it all up into a messy bun at the top of her head this morning, and feeling his touch trail at the back of her neck prompts a shiver, almost instantly makes her nipples hard beneath her top. ]
Oh, I'm thinkin' I'm gonna have to work up to takin' all of it. [ she'll consider it a personal goal, really, a point of pride, if she can eventually manage to deep throat his cock — and that's telling all on his own, the fact that she's thinking about this in terms of having enough time to practice, to work on it.
she barely even needs to grasp him in her fingers to make him stand up for her, leaning forward until she's draped against his thigh so she can part her lips over the head of his dick and drop down to start sucking, slow and easing. right now she's only going about a quarter of the way, a little past the head, just giving him that sensation before she tries for more, for deeper, but she's not shying away from making it noisy, soft wet sounds while she uses her tongue to rub against his cock. ]