[ He took another drag, ashing off into the coffee, as wasteful as that was, better than on the table and he was planning to sleep in the next few hours anyway. ]
Yes, Harleen, I want you to come home. Me being irked, upset, or angry doesn't change me wanting you around.
[ Harley stood up and bypassed his hand, throwing her arm around him and kissing the life out of him. There was a distant clatter of dropped dishes as someone in the kitchen got the hottest scoop on rogue gossip. ]
[ Someone definitely just got a headline story right there. He kissed her back, holding the cigarette out of the way. Only pulling back enough to glare towards the kitchen. ]
Hold your breath as we leave, we're not paying.
[ Pulling one of his toxin despensors out. He's sure someone got a picture and like hell is that cool. It's likely already on Twitter though.]
[ Shifting he threw the dispenser like a baseball into the back end of the restaurant. The orange toxin started to hiss free, as he walked briskly out, one last draw from his cigarette as he tossed it away and moved over to unlock the truck.
He never likes to admit how flamable the Toxin is, so a quick walk was needed. He seemed in better spirits as the screams started from inside. Slipping in to turn the truck over.]
[ Harley pressed her face against the glass and giggled as she watched the chaotic scene disappear behind them. Their talk had been awkward and terrible, but necessary. The awful feeling in her stomach when she thought about their relationship was mostly settled, and she felt good about where they were going.
She was quiet until they were outside of Gotham and well down the long dark road to his old house. ]
[ Sometimes some chaos was just what the doctor ordered. His mood was clearly improved by the time they were well on their way.
Though he did look at her wide eyed when she spoke up. Every logical part of his brain screaming it was a bad idea, and yet... he gives into a lot of her bad ideas. Pulling over he let the engine idle.]
Right now? Right here? [ he had to ask, and yet he wasn't about to try to stop her. ]
[ She unfastened her seatbelt and crawled over the center console to kiss him as her fingers worked to undo his pants. The kiss was harsh and biting. ]
[ She leaned into his touch and kissed down the side of his neck. ]
I want to do it. Let me treat you good.
[ She bent over his lap and took his cock into her mouth, slowly sliding as much of his length down her throat as she could take. Her hand kept pace over what she couldn't swallow. ]
[ He relaxed back into the seat once she kissed down his neck to give her room to work with, one of his spidery hands resting on the back of his head, Groaning at the wet heat of her mouth taking him.]
[ She pulled back to let the saliva gather in her mouth before bobbing down again, managing to swallow more this time and humming around him. If she stretched her tongue she could almost reach the base of his cock, so she kept bobbing her head up and down slowly until she could take his full length. Now that she could comfortably take all of him her head moved faster and she started sucking him off in earnest. Her hand slipped further down to cup his balls. ]
[ He lets his head drop back on the back of the seat. Toe's curling inside of his boots as she takes him fully in. A loud groan rolled from him as she sped up and her hand cupped his balls. He hadn't expected that. Her name came out with reverence, while his long fingers smoothed her hair, teasing down her back over the shirt. While he would normally want to do more, his mind was fritzed out by the skill of her mouth.]
[ Her hand gently squeezed and rolled his sac in her palm, in stark contrast to the harsh suction of her mouth. Saliva was dribbling past her lips and down his length, dripping off her chin. The cab of the truck filled with vulgar wet sounds of her mouth on hard flesh. She moaned around him and squeezed her thighs together, hoping some small measure of friction would give her relief but it only made her want more. ]
[ the hand trailing her back, moved slowly down. Scarecrow heckling at him to him to do better, like the hypocrite Scarecrow is. His hand trailing from her back around to her stomach while she worked him, trying to get his hand under her to tease her.
Focusing on anything short of how amazing he felt, and how his blood felt like it was all rushing south and pooling pressuring at the base of his spine. Heavy gasps and groans of her name melting with the vulgar wet sounds. ]
[ Harley shifted positions so he could reach between her legs. It was a little uncomfortable but she didn't care. She added a swirl of her tongue around the head of his cock when her head was pulled back before each move back down his shaft. When he was fully buried in her throat, she took a gamble and grazed him lightly with her teeth at the base of his cock. He liked an edge of pain in his pleasure. ]
[ Once she shifted, Jonathan found it easier to get his spidery fingers to her folds. Teasing her as best he could while she worked him, she was well worth cutting his long nails off. His groans grew deeper as she took him into her throat, between the swirl of her tongue and the scrape of her death he was already feeling like his body was on fire. tensing some as his breathing became more ragged.]
[ She lost her rhythm for a moment when he started teasing her in return and she moaned around him. She pulled off him and stroked him with her hand, her other hand still fondling his balls, and nipped gently along his shaft while looking up at him. ]
[ She laughed and wiggled her hips before leaning back over his lap and swallowing him all the way down in one smooth motion, getting back into the swing of it with even more enthusiasm than before. ]
[ Any further thoughts scattered as his eyes rolled back at when she took him back down again. He didn't stop his teasing. One hand working her, one returning to rest on her head while he tried to hold back the noises that spilled free anyway.]
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Yes, Harleen, I want you to come home. Me being irked, upset, or angry doesn't change me wanting you around.
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[ He pushed himself up, and offered his free hand over.]
Come here then, let's do this proper.
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Hold your breath as we leave, we're not paying.
[ Pulling one of his toxin despensors out. He's sure someone got a picture and like hell is that cool. It's likely already on Twitter though.]
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[ She clamped her hand over her nose and mouth and winked at him before beating it for the street. ]
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He never likes to admit how flamable the Toxin is, so a quick walk was needed. He seemed in better spirits as the screams started from inside. Slipping in to turn the truck over.]
Well, let's go home, darlin'.
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She was quiet until they were outside of Gotham and well down the long dark road to his old house. ]
Hey, pull over. I wanna suck your dick.
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Though he did look at her wide eyed when she spoke up. Every logical part of his brain screaming it was a bad idea, and yet... he gives into a lot of her bad ideas. Pulling over he let the engine idle.]
Right now? Right here? [ he had to ask, and yet he wasn't about to try to stop her. ]
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[ She unfastened her seatbelt and crawled over the center console to kiss him as her fingers worked to undo his pants. The kiss was harsh and biting. ]
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I know I was a huge pain in the ass tonight. Let me make it up to you.
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I'm not sayin' don't do it, but you don't have to make anything up to me, darlin'.
[ She's already got him turned on, of course he wanted her to do it.]
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I want to do it. Let me treat you good.
[ She bent over his lap and took his cock into her mouth, slowly sliding as much of his length down her throat as she could take. Her hand kept pace over what she couldn't swallow. ]
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Focusing on anything short of how amazing he felt, and how his blood felt like it was all rushing south and pooling pressuring at the base of his spine. Heavy gasps and groans of her name melting with the vulgar wet sounds. ]
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Baby, you're distracting me!
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Darlin', no one ever said I played fair.
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