It was slower, and somehow the noise Harley made was slower, too. Kind of a whimper against his lips, but very hard to mistake for anything other than pleasure. Friction, pressure, all of it causing the best kind of tingling warmth right in her core.

"Aw, fuck," she sighed, inanely, right before pouring some more of a similar sentiment into kissing him. He could be like this and he'd tried to keep it from her?