It was in Harley's best interest that the back of the shoulder that had perhaps the most incriminating tattoo of all was pressing into the mattress in a way that concealed said ink. She didn't need to be thinking about that, not right now, especially not when Marc was kissing new parts of her body and she was under dire risk of getting distracted into trying to bait more of that.

And then her fingers closed around the right thing, and she pulled her arm back, flopping back down onto the mattress, triumphantly holding up a few foil packets between her fingers. "Got 'em!"

Yes, a few. Better to be prepared for whatever happened than to have to go fishing for more if the need arose!